BIG GIRLS DON’T NEED CLOTHES by Regis

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: Big Girl’s Don’t Need Clothes

Published: 25.04.2023

Story Codes: Young, Pee, Virgin

Synopsis: Their gym teacher has some special lessons for her girls

Big Girl’s Don’t Need Clothes

Angie had started to notice she was growing breasts, although very small, six months before she turned eleven. That was when she had to buy her first razor, to take care of the useless few little curls that started to grow on her pubic mound, a few around her anus and more in her armpits.

Girls who had grown up without hair on their pubic mound, in their armpits and on their limbs thought of it as ugly. Only old people had hair growing there. None of them wanted to look old, and so as soon as it appeared, girls approaching puberty became conscious of how their bodies looked, and took care of them.

All of the grade five girls at her school had to shower after their gym classes, because they exercised hard enough to and work up a sweat, and everyone got to see all of the others bare naked. At first, they thought it was gross, without clothes on and stuff, but when they got used to it, being seen by others while naked was no longer an issue.

She also had to shower after classes at Sweet Kittie’s, the brand-new gymnastics school, which was not run by the school board but was private. All of the girls there, especially those old enough to grow hair in their groin, were shown how to shave that part of their body when it became necessary.

Curls should not show around the narrow lower part of their uniform, they were told, and they noticed the thin strap of stretchable material through their crotch barely covered their bum hole or the narrow sex slit in their pubic mound. The owner of the private gym sold the skimpy outfits to all girls beginning her classes, and they had to wear them.

Sweet Kittie’s owner was a matronly woman, Ms. Cunilip, who was almost forty, older than most of their moms. She was lean, fit, and had a substantial bosom. She wore sneakers, a pair or safari shorts and a small wife-beater to cover her big bouncing boobs, but which left her midriff and abs bare.

She had all of her students, aged seven to eleven, stay after class one day for a special announcement. There were thirty-five girls in her school which she advertised as being for exceptionally talented gymnasts, and half a dozen of those were in grade six and had already turned eleven.

These older girls were asked to stand up at the front of the gathered group, beside her. They had no idea why, but felt privileged to be selected to stand apart.

“As you know,” she began, “This is a very modern school for special girls like all of you, and we are making a couple of changes to keep up with the times. You have learned here that appearance is everything, and that the sport of gymnastics is designed to show off to observers our physical prowess and the beauty of our bodies and movement. Our entire bodies, including the parts revealed when we do the splits, make high kicks and moves in which you have to bend forward, makes our private parts visible, and mature audiences appreciate that.”

Angie noticed for the first time there were half a dozen women in the observation room, behind glass, and recognized a couple of them as mothers of students. She knew they could not only see but also hear everything Ms. Cunilip was saying. She was not sure where this was going, but the school’s owner had her full attention.

“You are all in excellent condition,” Ms. Cunilip continued, “Thanks to the extra effort you put in daily to stay in tip-top shape, and everyone appreciates that. However, the sport, which originated thousands of years ago in Greece, was always performed by them in the nude, because clothing does nothing to show our great bodies,
but instead hides parts of us, the most interesting parts.

“Some of our special audiences, I’m talking about some we will be performing for, like to see girls your age without any clothing or uniforms, because it allows them to appreciate your beautiful bodies fully. When we perform our special routines, some I’ll be teaching you. They will definitely expect to see your most private parts, they’ve told me, fully displayed, and we’re not going to disappoint them.

“I have talked to all of your parents, and with the exception of one, Rita Pringle, you’re excused, you may leave class, because you’re done with us here, we have agreed that from now on, while in the privacy of our own building, we are going to do our gymnastics classes in the original Greek form, and not wear uniforms.

“As you all well know, uniforms only serve to cover some of our natural beauty. Outfits like those you are wearing, cover a girl’s most beautiful parts, which we call her genitals. You children likely refer to yours as your cunnie or peepee. I’m certain all of you will find this new direction to be very liberating and exciting.”

There was a reaction from the gathered little girls, most of it positive, showing excitement at the announcement. She now addressed the eleven-year-old girls standing beside her.

“I am also going to provide some special authority to a couple of you, and develop you to assist me, as trainers for the younger girls. Isn’t that exciting? I want all of you who are eleven to start, so please slip out of your gym uniforms to show the others how easy it is to be seen in the altogether! The naked human body, when fit, is a beautiful thing to behold! Out of your uniforms now, girls, this is not a time to be shy, but to show your dedication to our sport of choice in its original form!”

The girls looked at each other, then one by one began to slip the straps off their shoulders, and slowly pull them downward, revealing what for some of them were their beginning breasts. Angie’s already stood out an inch from her chest, and were cone-shaped. She decided to join the older girls and undress as well.

It could take most of another year before her rising buds took on the shape of full breasts. She glanced over toward the observation window, and saw the mothers all attentively watching. None showed any disapproval. In the school setting this would be so naughty, but here, with the owner giving them permission, it seemed perfectly natural, though a bit scary, to take off her tight-fitting gym uniform.

It wasn’t as if the other grade five girls with her, a couple in the same class, hadn’t seen her bare naked before in the shower, although it was a first time to show herself to the older grade sixes and younger girls. Without undue hesitation she pulled the uniform down to reveal her tight tummy with the pretty indent of her navel. This was daring.

Now she went the whole way, and was the first to do so, even ahead of the grade six eleven-year-old girls. She pulled the fabric down so that it revealed her pubic mound and its lovely slit, slightly spread at the top by the growing hood of her clitoris, and the slender inner lips below it. Moving her legs apart, she took her gym uniform all the way down to her ankles and stepped out of it.

Two other girls were right behind her, and the others followed suit. Now she and the half dozen eleven-year-olds stood naked, slightly embarrassed, in front of the whole group. Angie felt alone, because she was the only girl from grade five who had stripped, and she felt she was getting more attention from the young kids.

“There you go,” Ms. Cunilip said, “That wasn’t so hard, was it. You can throw your gym uniforms against that wall, to be collected later. Now that all of your beauty is revealed, with nothing covered, there are new gymnastics moves to learn we haven’t done up to now, which are to properly display the features of your bodies that have been hidden, like your pretty little cunnie-slits. When your groin was all covered, there was no way to show off your virgin openings.”

She looked directly at the seven-year-olds.

“I expect a few of you are still virgins, aren’t you?”

There was embarrassed tittering among all of the students.

“Some secretes will soon be gone, we’ll soon see which of you is pure, won’t we!”

The girls had no idea what she was planning, but those who had, mostly willingly and secretly having given up their virginity, were particularly nervous, including those whose virginity had been stolen, or perhaps who had taken it themselves with aggressive probing. Ms. Cunilip gave all of the younger girls permission to remove their uniforms as well.

With the example of the older girls standing naked and showing it wasn’t so bad, they readily complied. None wanted to be different. The mistress of the studio was now the only one in the gym who was clothed. She looked at each of the girls, and her eyes came to rest looking directly at Leanne, the oldest of her students.

“My guess is you are no longer a virgin,” she said in a calm, steady voice, “Am I right?”

Leanne put her head down and after a brief pause, nodded.

“Good,” the owner said, “Does your mother know?”

If she hadn’t, she did now, as she was one of the women behind the glass. She pulled an equipment cart standing against the wall out onto the floor. She opened a large drawer and pulled out an unusual object. It looked like a soccer ball.

The ball had been altered. It now had a stout four-inch long, inch-thick post with a rounded end sticking out of it. Ms. Cunilip handed the ball to Leanne, who obediently took it.

“Place it on the floor with the post facing upward,” she said.

Leanne complied.

“I want you to spread your knees for us and gradually do the splits,” the school owner told her, “As you go down, I want you to hold the ball between your ankles to ensure the post remains pointed upward, and I need you to lower yourself onto it. Don’t pretend to be surprised, I want the post to enter your cunnie.”

Leanne glanced toward the window, and saw her mother watching her closely. The woman nodded approval, and the girl did as she was bid. Her clean little pubic mound lowered, and when it made contact with the wrinkled little inner lips, they spread, welcoming the wooden shaft into her vestibule.

“Stay positioned so that when your weight comes onto it, the end of the post goes up into your cunnie. All the way. We need you to grip it with your vagina so that you can stand and it will go up with you. Can you do that for us?” All the girls noticed her shift from first person to the collective ‘we’.

The group of naked young girls gasped, and watched to see if Lianne had the nerve to try it. She really had no choice, because their main instructor, the school’s owner, had told her to do it, and the moms behind the viewing glass were all watching, expectantly. That was when Angie noticed some of the dads had joined the group of viewers.

The girls taking gymnastics here had never seen anyone here ever being forced to do anything, and they realized Leanne could refuse if she wanted, but would probably be expelled because of it. Although she was not required to perform as instructed, in truth she had little choice, with everybody watching, including some parents.

This was so exciting, the little girls were up on their tiptoes, anxious to see what the older girl would do. She was being instructed to poke that big stick right up into her cunnie! This was so extraordinary, because there were a bunch of parents watching! They had never experienced anything like this before.

The splits was something they had all been trained to do, but not bare naked, and never lowering themselves onto a big wooden stick! They all watched with wide eyes as Leanne’s feet spread and her torso began to drop. The spreading of her legs had the perfect result, it opened up full access to her groin.

The delicate lips of her vagina visibly spread as she went down, opening her vestibule, as if her still-hairless cunnie was ready to welcome the invasion of her most intimate space by the rigid post on the ball. Angie glance over again to the watching parents, and their eyes were all wide as well as they anticipated the certain intrusion Leanne was about to experience.

She could see Leanne was nervous, but it appeared to be only about getting it right with everyone watching. Her concentration was evident as she reached down and raised the ball to hold it between her knees, so that the rounded end of the post came into direct contact with her spread and inviting netherlips.

Ms. Cunilip started chanting, and got the girls to join in.

“Can’t! Can’t! Can’t!” they all chanted in unison, “You Can’t! You Can’t! Can’t! Can’t! Can’t!”

To show them they were wrong, the girl pushed the ball upward so that the tip of the stout post entered her vagina, and she lowered herself far enough that the ball touched the floor, and the post took most of her weight.

“You Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!” was the new chant from Ms. Cunilip, and the girls, giggling, joined her in chanting that naughty word as well.

“You Cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!” they all chanted, and Leanne beamed as she felt the end of the post press against her cervix.

The post now fully penetrated her, just like her father’s stiff penis had done so often.

The tender inner lips of her invaded vagina spread as they came into full contact, kissing the soft surface of the rubber ball. This was so far beyond what they were normally allowed, one of the naked seven-year-old girls in her excitement began to produce a series of squirts of pee on the floor.

The others saw her, and two others began to pee as well. Ms. Cunilip was ready for this, and brought a damp mop that was against the wall and mopped up the urine.

“You’re getting ahead of yourselves,” she said, smiling, “I’m sure that was an accident, but we will be training you in full physical body control and continence. When that part of training is complete, you will all demonstrate in advanced gymnastics your ability to produce spurts of your urine on demand, as the Greek gymnasts could do. But I’m getting ahead of myself, as you were doing.”

The girls couldn’t believe their parents were watching this, and not doing anything about it.

Ms. Cunilip continued, “We will be working on developing your muscle control so that you can use both your vagina and rectum to grip and lift moderate weights. Having this ability will contribute to your skill in making love, when you begin to experience fornication with males, so that your vagina will be able to milk semen from the penises of boys and men at will, regardless of where they poke you. Leanne, stand up, and hold onto that ball without using your hands, please.”

Using only the muscles in her powerful well-developed legs, the naked eleven-year-old gymnast brought her ankles together, gradually lifting herself to the standing position, with her shapely knees partly spread to accommodate the soccer ball hanging from her cunt between them.

She had to concentrate so she would not lose the post inside her. She had effectively demonstrated the ability to lift an object by the grip of her cunt. Leanne had never anticipated and therefore never done any exercises to develop the muscles in her vagina, but knew that was what would now be expected of her, which was the purpose of this obscene demonstration.

“Well done, young lady,” Ms. Cunilip said as she praised her student’s unusual accomplishment.

She reached into the drawer again.

“I want all of you to show me you can grip a post with your little vagina. Are there any of you who have, mysteriously, retained your hymen?”

She looked around the group, and two of the girls, a seven and a ten-year-old, raised a hand.

“Good,” she said, “the boys haven’t got to you yet! For what we’re going to be doing, we don’t need flowers around here, so we’re going to now deflower you. Won’t this be fun!”

The two virgins in the group were not so sure, but the others were delighted. They had experienced this formality, usually in a forced, non-consensual way, and now were going to see their friends purposefully destroy their own virginity.

Ms. Cunilip brought a large bag from the drawer, and from it she pulled a number of smaller rubber balls the size of a bowling ball, and each of those had a post attached. She invited the two virgins to step forward. Isla, the seven-year-old, was handed one of these strange balls. She took it, and without prompting, held it between her legs and began to do the splits.

In seconds the ball touched the floor, and the post, its rounded end pressed into Isla’s open vestibule where the obedient child had put it and held it in place, took the pressure of her weight. The athletic little girl bounced repeatedly, each time with a little more force, and she produced a sharp squeal that was more of surprise than pain, because her bouncing was not yet sufficient to break through her tough hymen.

The child surprised everyone when she lifted her legs, causing all of her weight to come to bear on the tough membrane, which couldn’t stand the additional strain, and she took the post into herself, right in to its full depth. The others cheered at her resourceful, willing destruction of her virginity, and at her inventive solution to her quandary.

The audacious child had, with that insolent brazen move, made herself into a seven-year-old woman. Isla beamed with pride at her audacious accomplishment, then stood and removed the post from her newly opened little cunt. Everyone saw the virgin blood that streaked it and dripped down around the ball, a few drops falling to the wooden floor.

“Fucking Ace!” one of the eleven-year-old girls shouted.

She was immediately rebuked and chastised by the school’s owner. There were parents watching her class in action.

“We won’t stand for any such filthy language around here!” she said in a stern voice, and smacked the offending girl’s bare buttock hard with the palm of her hand.

Angie was used to hearing course language from this girl and a couple of others, who lived in a poorer neighborhood and had learned such filth on the streets.

Ms. Cunilip opened the second drawer on the cart and instructed all of the girls to take one of the balls with posts, and they all did.

“I want everyone now to take a ball and to do the splits, almost in the way the others have. When you’re down with the post fully inserted into your little cunnie, I want each of you to bounce up and down in unison, up and down ten times.”

The naked young students squealed in delight, and each took a ball from the open drawer.

“There’s a jar of Vaseline in the bottom of the drawer. I want you to smear a bit on the end of the post for me, and also for you.”

One of the girls opened the jar and put it on top of the cart.

“You all have two available eager flesh portals between your legs,” Ms. Cunilip continued, “And this time I want the end of the post to go up into your lubricated little bum hole. Pardon my language, but I want you to show me how well you naked girls can fuck yourself with a wooden post on a ball.”

The school owner was pleased to see all of the mothers were visibly masturbating behind the mirror. They had all been told what they were going to see their children being trained to do, but none of them had anticipated how seeing just it as it happened would be so sexually stimulating for themselves.

One by one, the naked little girls did as they had been instructed, and each little vagina accepted the end of the wooden post into their warm moist interior. The wood slid slickly into the depths of each child, and as it took their weight they squealed in delight as they began bouncing in unison, counting as they did as their instructor required of them.

Through the window into the observation room, Ms. Cunilip watched with pleasure as the men who had joined the mothers, fathers of the naked little girls sexually engaged with a post on a ball, pulled their penises from their pants and began masturbating, jacking off at the sight of their little girls sexually stimulating themselves in a new way.

Three of the men who watched the children perform belonged to a lodge that met monthly, and they all decided they would invite the school’s owner to bring some of her more daring little girls to attend a meeting, to be the entertainment, demonstrating their newly learned skill of cunnie-pumping.

In addition to some of the outrageous new moves to show off their genitalia, they were also all trained by Ms. Cunilip to release sudden squirts of their pee, to impress viewers. The girls giggled at the naughty behavior they were being taught, and made sure to pee on the legs of the girl beside them, making them jump and giggle more.

Ms. Cunilip had a pail of warm soapy water and a mop handy and got to use it much more when the naked little girls did their peepee show. She was going to allow her place, which she had spent so much to develop, to ever smell like a cheap brothel. She had much higher standards, and would maintain them at all costs.

A few of the more daring girls, knowing there would be no objection from their teacher or mother, developed moves that allowed them to drink the pee of others as it was produced, and to get inverted so that they could also drink their own pee. They expected that kind of thing would be well received by their teacher, and it was.

THE END