By Willie B.
williebflorida@gmail.com
Copyright 2026 by Willie B., all rights reserved
[3,360 words]
* * * * *Sexualizing Michelle
A Stripped for Florida story
By Willie B Florida
Williebflorida@gmail.com
Author’s Note: Readers have asked me how I personally view the Stripped
For Florida program; is it a positive or negative thing, utopian or
dystopian, empowering or abusive? As a person I am both inspired and
appalled by human behavior. As an author I focus on stories that
elucidate how ordinary young people navigate the often contradictory
circumstances of life in contemporary Florida. WB
* * *
Chapter 6: In a Situation
The next morning, I took Michelle and Alexa aside before breakfast.
“If the boys spent the morning learning to spoil you with their fingers
and tongues, would you consider letting them fuck you later on,” I
asked.
“Getting spoiled sounds fun,” Michelle answered. “I’m not sure these boys know how to fuck a girl, but I’m willing.”
Alexa was more hesitant.
“Remember what we did,” Michelle reminded her. Alexa looked at me nervously.
“It’s no secret to me what girls do in bed together,” I said.
“It was fun, right?” Michelle asked.
Alexa nodded.
“You don’t have to play with the boys,” I said. “I’m asking ahead of time so you can think it over.”
Alexa nodded again. “What you said about not having to agree to sleep
with someone after a date,” Alex said. “It’s not always true.”
“I’m listening,” I said.
“Alexa’s in a situation,” Michelle stated.
“Do you want to tell me about it,” I asked.
Alexa explained about her mom’s friend, the sister, the nephew who was
turning 16 and how she was being stripped as part of the festivities.
“I’m pretty sure he’s planning to fuck me. And the other girls, too,
probably.”
“That’s very likely,” I replied. “I’m sorry you’re
not happy about it. We do our best here to honor your wishes, but this
is Florida. Ultimately your parents are in charge.”
Alexa nodded.
“I’m encouraging her to get some experience here while she’s got some
support. The boys seem nice enough and wouldn’t it be better to know
what its like before you’re suddenly at some party?”
“Yeah.”
“I know it might be different for you, but I actually like getting
fucked. My expectations aren’t super high with these boys. After one of
those long massages they’ll probably climax in two seconds and leave
you frustrated.”
“Quite likely,” I offered. “That’s why we’re
training them to satisfy you beforehand, both for their own edification
and your satisfaction.”
“Okay,” Alexa answered.
“I
know you aren’t super optimistic, Michelle; and Alexa you seem
hesitant, but can I tell the boys that if they do a great job on the
digital and oral sex that you’ll be eager to get fucked? I want to give
them some incentive to do the best they can.”
Michelle and Alexa nodded. They were definitely not enthusiastic yet, but I’m hoping they’ll build up to it.
“I have a question,” Michelle said.
“Yes?”
“I noticed you fucked all the boys up the ass.”
“Indeed I did.” I answered a little smugly.
“You’re not having them do that to me, are you. Us, I mean,” Michelle indicated herself and Alexa.
“I don’t think that’s on the agenda.”
“I’m wondering why the boys like it so much better. It was obvious at
dinner that they were planning to go to their rooms and fuck each
other.”
“Three reasons,” I replied. “One, they are desperate.
We’ve been sexually arousing them since they got here and they’re ready
to fuck anyone or any thing. Two, they have one less option than you
girls.”
Alexa looked confused.
“A penis can go in your mouth, your ass or your vagina,” I explained.
“Oh!” Alexa exclaimed.
“Exactly. A boy can only get fucked in the mouth or the ass.”
“But,” I raised a finger for emphasis, “boys have something you’re missing.”
“A penis,” Michelle said, exasperated at the obviousness of my statement.
“A prostate,” I declared.
“A what?” Michelle asked.
“There’s a supremely sensitive organ up inside that only boys have. The
only way to reach it is with an erect penis or something used as a
substitute, such as a dildo like the one you had up your vagina
yesterday.
Alexa grinned at the memory.
“Exactly. A penis—or dildo—up a boy feels as delicious as it does up your pussy.”
“Alexa hasn’t actually had a penis inside her,” Michelle revealed. “Only a dildo so far.”
“As soon as my penis hit that prostate,” I went on, “that boy exploded.
Desperation and lack of a vagina aside, that’s the reason boys like to
get fucked in the ass.”
“Then why aren’t more boys gay?” Michelle asked.
“Lots of boys get fucked in the ass, whether they think they’re gay or
not,” I said. “There’s a stigma against it. But if more boys
experienced it in the first place, I’m sure more boys would engage in
the activity.”
“Yeah, why is that?” Alexa asked.
“There is a fear, irrational or not I can’t say, that if boys found out
how great it was to have sex with boys that they’d lose interest in
girls.” I laughed.
“You don’t think so!” I observed.
“It’s my 90/10 rule,” I explained. “Boys are interested in girls 90% of the time.”
“But what about gay boys?” I protested. “They’re not interested in girls at all.”
“That’s the other part of my rule. 10% of boys are interested in boys 90% of the time.”
“So, why do you fuck all the boys,” Michelle asked. “Are you trying to find out who the 10% are?”
“Not at all. Miss Morgan feels that the ideal would be for every boy to
experience being penetrated before penetrating someone else, girl or
boy. She feels it will give the boy a feeling of what it is like to
have someone come into one’s body, and as a result do so with more
empathy.”
“Interesting theory. What about girls?”
“I’m not sure. Girls are more in Miss Morgan’s department. Let’s get some breakfast and get started on the day’s activities.”
After breakfast the girls took their places on two of the massage
tables. Fiona and Miss Morgan gave each girl and delicious massage
while the boys watched. Occasionally one of them would give pointers on
how and where to touch, or pointed out particularly sensitive erogenous
zones. Finally things got serious. Fiona brought each girl to orgasm
with her fingers.
“One of the nice things about girls,” Fiona
explained to the boys, “is that they can come over and over again.
Researchers can tell you that there is no technical limit to how many
times a girl can climax in a day. Isn’t that right, girls?”
Alexa blushed, her pink skin turning wonderful shades of red. Michelle simply nodded enthusiastically.
“I will now demonstrate how to give a girl oral sex,” Fiona said.
“Sometimes called eating a girl out. This is an absolutely wonderful
way to spoil a girl. Again, a reminder that this isn’t like you guys.
If you’ve masturbated or been given a hand job, or a blow job, you’ll
likely need to wait before you can engage in intercourse. A girl can be
brought to climax and enjoy intercourse immediately afterwards. In
fact, she might enjoy intercourse even more if you’ve brought her to
orgasm first. She’ll be nice and juicy and you’ll enjoy it more, too.”
With that Fiona got to work, while Miss Morgan gave important bits of
commentary.
Both girls climaxed several times before Fiona
stopped. She accepted a damp towel from Miss Morgan and wiped her face
before asking the girls, “how was that? Enjoyable?”
“Oh my
god,” Alexa responded. “I never knew such a thing existed. Anyone who
wants to do that to me can fuck me all they want afterwards.”
Well, there was the enthusiasm I was looking for!
“I’m always happy to get fucked,” Michelle teased the boys. “But now you know the price of admission.”
“Okay, lads,” Miss Morgan declared. “First to volunteer to eat these girls out will be first to fuck a girl.”
One of the boys groaned.
“Yes, Michael,” Miss Morgan said.
“Nothing.”
“You’ve started it now, best to finish.”
“I just thought we’d get more chance to have sex with girls.”
“Here’s your chance! Does that mean you’re volunteering?”
“Okay,” Michael made a show of dragging himself over to Michelle’s table.
“If you can’t be more enthusiastic than that,” Miss Morgan declared, “I’ll pick someone else.”
“No. I will be completely into it. Just give me a moment.”
Michael stood in front of Michelle’s wide open legs and pondered her
labial opening as if it were a puzzling problem in math or physics. He
shifted his gaze to Michelle’s face and smiled. “You’re about to get
the best tongue treatment you’ve ever dreamed of,” he said. Michelle
smiled back.
“Confidence helps,” Miss Morgan said dryly. “Back it up with some action and I’m sure Michelle will be appreciative.”
Michael started by gently caressing Michelle’s prominent breasts and
then trailed his fingers down her tummy. He cupped her shaved mound and
explored her labia, parted her lips to look at her clitoris and then
reached down and began tonguing her in earnest. Michelle, who had been
noncommittal up to this point, gasped and then closed her eyes,
focusing on her pleasure.
“Do we have a second volunteer?” Miss Morgan asked.
Ivey stepped forward. He had the tanned complexion of a stripped boy.
He was also the oldest and tallest of the group and held himself with a
loose confidence. “I’d love to seduce you,” he told Alexa. He appeared
to be in complete earnest and Alexa smiled back hopefully. Ivey stepped
closer and gave Alexa a kiss on the lips and sat on the edge of the
table and cupped one of her soft rounded breasts while running his
finger around the other aureola. The nipple rose up, tight and firm.
Ivey leaned in and tongued the nipple and sucked on it gently. He moved
his other hand from Alexa’s breast and ran it gently across her
clitoris while still stimulating her nipple. Alexa let out a gasp.
Those close enough could see drops of moisture glistening on her labia.
Ivey’s penis was now fully erect, but he continued his ministrations in
a slow and measure manner.
It was obvious that Ivey had
lovemaking experience. It made sense. He was the only boy who had
arrived stripped. He was older. But I wondered why he was in this
program. Whatever the reason, I was grateful that he was here and that
he’d picked Alexa. She deserved someone kind, gentle and skillful for
her first time with a boy.
Michael had moved atop Michelle
and was about to penetrate her. I wasn’t too worried about Michelle.
She’d had sex with enough people by now to hold her own.
She touched Michelle’s back with her hand. “Take it easy,” she murmured close to his ear. “You don’t want to come to fast.”
“Right,” Michael replied. “You just feel so good, I want to fuck you hard.”
“Ride slow and feel everything. You can always go hard whenever you like. I’m not going anywhere.” She laughed softly.
“Okay.”
I could tell Michael was battling with his instinct to come as fast as
possible. It was nice that Michelle was able to reassure him.
Ivey was still wooing Alexa, slowly building her up to the point where
she begged him to come inside. Only then did he slide his erection into
her deliciously wet opening and bring her to orgasm. He sped up, held
himself still as he shot his hot ejaculate into her vagina and then lay
himself down upon her soft body.
Michael and Michelle had both reached their own climaxes and lay alongside each other on the narrow massage table.
Finally the four teens roused themselves and sat up. Everyone clapped as if they had just witnessed a grand performance.
* * *
“For our last full day,” Miss Morgan announced the next morning, “we’re
going to give everyone a full massage, after which everyone will have a
chance to give a boy oral sex, colloquially known as a blow job.”
There was a round of groans, to which Miss Morgan responded. “Every boy
likes getting sucked off, and supposedly no one likes doing the job.
What you do when you leave here is up to you, but we would be terribly
remiss if we didn’t train you in this basic item of sex. From what I
understand, you’ll be very surprised at how often you end up blowing a
boy. You may even find that you like it! If I can blow my own horn, the
treat for today is that each person is going to get a full Miss Morgan
massage. This will take all day, so to keep you entertained you’ll be
on vibrators while not on the table. That applies to girls and boys. In
the vagina for girls, up the ass for boys. We’ll set them just high
enough that you won’t mind the passage of time, but not so high as to
drive you insane. Everyone please use the restrooms and be back here in
15 minutes.”
Miss Morgan seemed to thrive on spoiling one
adolescent after another, keeping every boy on edge for half an hour;
keeping every girl in the grip of climax for a similar length of time.
I truly admired her skills, but also her enthusiasm. The vibrators
served as very efficient babysitters, which meant that Fiona and I had
most of the day off.
“Want to go out by the pool,” I asked Fiona.
“Sure, why not?”
“I’m sure you read my mind,” I teased, when we got outside. Fiona
replied by lying down on one of the lounge chairs and opening her legs.
We spent a lovely time having sex with breaks for chatting about our
various experiences. As young as she is it turns out she has been
sexualizing kids for years.
“What? Did you start when you were 15,” I asked.
“Sixteen, actually,” she replied. “And I’m twenty now, in case you were wondering.”
“Are you stripped for life or will all this good fun come to an end next year?”
“I’m getting married, getting dressed and moving back to Scotland. You won’t be the only one disappointed,” she teased.
“Does your future partner know what you’re up to right now?” I asked, poking my erection into the side of her hip.
“How do you think I met him, silly,” she replied.
After another round of sex we wandered inside to watch Miss Morgan
finish with the last of the boys. She was stroking his penis upwards in
a series of hand over hand strokes, each followed by an orange squeezer
type twist of his frenulum. The boy had spent all morning strapped to a
table with a vibrator on his prostate and it was all he could do to
remain his composure.
“Come suck him off, Brad, and take him
out of his misery,” Miss Morgan directed me. “I’ll unstrap everyone
else and we can start the party.”
I took the boy’s penis into
my mouth and sucked hard. I was reward with an instant flow of youthful
sperm, which I drank down with relish.
Miss Morgan bustled
around the room undoing straps, removing dildos and helping boys and
girls sit up. Everyone looked a little dazed.
“When you’ve
recovered, we’ll start our pool party,” Miss Morgan announced. “Tonight
we’re having poolside sandwiches, swimming and sex. The bar will open
shortly, featuring juices, mocktails and embarrassingly low alcohol
cocktails. You can have sex with as many people as you like, as long as
everything is mutually agreeable. Possessiveness and jealousy will not
be tolerated. Brad and Fiona seem to have worn themselves out while you
were all otherwise engaged, so tonight’s activities will be teen only.”
I put on a face of mock disappointment to which Miss Morgan responded with f look of mock chastisement.
The sky was that lovely deep blue of late twilight. Tiki torches
flickered and reflected in the swimming pool. The embers of the
barbecue grill glimmers red under the ashes. A thin sliver of moon was
just rising behind the palm trees. There were several teens in the
swimming pool. A darkened blob of silhouette in the distance was likely
two people copulating. Two others were on the deck loungers murmuring
softly in conversation.
“Another successful training,” I said
to Miss Morgan. “It is amazing to see what a transformation can happen
in less than a week.”
“I’m spoiled,” Miss Morgan replied. “I
get to see the best of these kids. I always hope life treats them
kindly after they leave.”
“I feel the same. I try to stay in touch with all the girls I’ve sexualized, but life often gets complicated.”
• • •
In the morning we prepped the boys for their departure by giving them
the standard Florida shot. During their time in the program we’d used
doses carefully calibrated to last only a few hours at at time. But now
each boy was injected in the buttock with the dose that ensures a hard
erection for at least 48 hours.
We normally prep the girls by
inserting a special dildo up the vagina. These are programmed to expand
so they can’t be easily removed and are on a randomization schedule
that keeps a girl close to cumming most of the time, with unexpected
bursts that push her over into orgasm. After 48 hours the dildo will
return to a size slim enough to allow it to be slipped out. In this
case we inserted one into Michelle, but had to hold off putting one
into Alex. Her mother told us she’d be picking her daughter up promptly
at 10:30 to drive her to West Palm for her friend’s nephews sweet
sixteen.
“I didn’t even know boys had sweet sixteen parties,” I said to Miss Morgan.
“Oh, yes. They’ve been a thing for quite awhile now. In South Florida,
girls have Quinceañera parties when they turn 15. Boys have Sweet
Sixteens. They can be over the top. Families spend as much money as
they can afford. It isn’t unusual to buy the kid a car, throw a lavish
party, and, as you are witnessing, have girls or boys stripped for the
event.”
“So, is Alexa correct in assuming the boy will want to have sex with her.”
“Not just the birthday boy. His friends will all assume they can have
sex with her as well. Given the power that parents have in Florida, I’d
say she basically has no choice. Even if she doesn’t exactly enjoy it,
my hope is that her experiences here this week will at least allow her
to have some perspective.”
I nodded. Sexualizing a child is so complicated, especially when it runs right into the realities of life.
Everyone hugged and kissed one another. Michelle held Alexa in a long
hug and murmured words of encouragement in her ear. “You show that boy
such a good time that he won’t know what’s hit him,” she admonished.
“He’ll wonder if you’re inexplicably in love with him.” She laughed.
“That’ll throw him for a loop, don’t you think?”
“I don’t even know if he’s a bad kid,” Alexa answered. “It could just be his mom who’s a jerk.”
“Or wanting the best for her adorable boy,” Michelle said in a maudlin
voice. “Anyway, it is still a good plan. If he’s for real he’ll love
it. If he’s a twit it will throw him off kilter.”
“I’ll let you know how it goes.” Alexa said.
“Come see me as soon as you can,” Michelle replied.
There was a honking outdoors. “That’s my mom,” Alexa called out, “I’ve
gotta go. Bye everyone.” And with that she was out the door.
“Alexa’s gone, so we’d best be on our way, too, Michelle. I need to take you to see the Three Queens venue.”
“The what?”
“I haven’t been idle while you’ve been here this week. You’re going to be the Queen of the Ball.”