Stripped For Florida: Sexualizing Michelle 6

By Willie B.
williebflorida@gmail.com

Copyright 2026 by Willie B., all rights reserved

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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

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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.

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“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.”

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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.”








   
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