A Girl Named Areola - S01 E26

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A Girl Named Areola - S01 E26

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 26

Ben and Harry went off to get us some drinks and the rest of us just stood there talking and looking around and down. It wasn’t long before Tom pointed us in the direction of man below us, telling us that he was pointing up in our direction.

“He’s seen your cunts girls.” Tom said.

“Let him look.” Beaver replied and shuffled her feet a little further apart.

As I looked down I saw a few heads go back so that they could look up, and I felt my pussy get a little wetter.

Just before Ben and Harry got back a voice came over the loudspeaker system and announced that there would be a couple of warm-up comedians before Chubby would take to the stage, which was on the lower floor, not very far from below us. I wondered if anyone stood on the stage would be able to look up and see our pussies.

Anyway, a young man got onto the stage and started his act. He was okay, but nothing special. He did manage to get a few laughs taking the piss out of politicians and so called celebrities. I wondered how he could remember everything to keep talking for 30 minutes.

Halfway through the act Tom and Ben disappeared for a while and came back with some more beers and when the guy on stage had finished Tom and Harry went for some more.

“Hill walking must make you very thirsty.” I thought as both Beaver and I tried to keep up with them.

During the interval the 3 guys were looking down and telling Beaver and me about each person who was looking up and in our direction. Beaver and I kept looking down to see if the guys were having us on but in general, they could well have been right, the place was well lit and there were a few spotlights on the walls down below and only a couple of them were pointing at the stage, the rest were pointing up. It was like the owners wanted the people below to see the people on the top floor.

The second act came on, a woman, and she soon started with the crude jokes. I couldn’t see her getting a slot on ’Live at the Apollo’, not with jokes like that, but the audience, including us, were laughing most of the time.

During the second interval, Beaver decided that she needed a pee so we looked for the toilets and saw a sign pointing down the stairs.



Well, the stairs were open-plan with absolutely no consideration for modesty for women wearing skirts, there was no backboards on the steps and the side rails were just a few thin metal bars. What’s more, there were people sitting on the steps, and below them.

To get down we had to keep saying ‘excuse me’ and a head below us would turn, see our bare legs, look up and usually not get any further than our pussies, before eventually standing to let us by. Then it would start again a couple of steps lower.

It took ages to get to the bottom, and there was a short queue for the ladies toilet.

Beaver and I decided that we weren’t going to queue and went into the gents. We must have looked quite a sight stood in front of the urinals, feet spread wide, leaning back with our hips thrust forward and peeing into the porcelain. A couple of men looked quite shocked when they saw us and 1 said something about us being in the wrong room, but we didn’t care, we were emptying our bladders and that was all that was important to us.

We didn’t hang around in the smelly gents toilet and we were soon battling to get back up the stairs, but this time our exposed slits got right in the face of some of the people as we slowly made our way up.

When we finally got back to the guys, Tom told us that we could have just gone outside, down some steps then back in just near the toilets.

“Wouldn’t have been as much fun.” Beaver replied.

Another full bottle of beer was thrust into each of our hands just before the main act started, and boy was Ben right, I couldn’t believe the things that he was joking about, but he was funny, and he was right about a lot of the things.

Then he stated going on about women’s clothes, ridiculing fashion and the way women pander to it, but he did say that he liked some women’s clothes and he went on about how women liked to let their bits hang out for all the world to see. He joked about bosoms and tits hanging out. Then he started on about how women wear skirts that flap open showing the woman’s beaver because a lot of women had stopped wearing knickers because knickers encouraged smelly pussies, and that they must like showing their beavers to everyone.

Well the guys with us were looking at Beaver and me and Tom was actually rubbing Beaver’s slit. Beaver wasn’t at all phased by it, she was loving every second, especially Tom’s fingers.

Then Chubby told everyone that there were even 2 girls there right then who obviously liked showing their beavers and asked if anyone knew where they were. Well, about 50 percent of the people on the ground floor pointed up at Beaver and me.

“Let’s find out if I’m right about girls liking showing their beavers, come on down girls.”

Well, what could we do? Beaver and I turned and ran for the door, but it wasn’t to run away. Out we went and down the steps, we could hear the groans of disappointment and Chubby calling is scared cowards, typical girls of today, when we burst into the room, beer bottles still in our hands.

You should have heard the cheers as Chubby told us to get up on the stage with him.

“Fuck,” Chubby said, “half their arses are hanging out when they climbed up here.”

He turned our backs to the audience and slapped out bare butts.

“Don’t you just love doing that, that’s what girls asses were designed for, most of them have a lot more meat on them than these 2 but they still wobble when to swat them.”

And he gave our butts another swat.

Well the audience was in hysterics, and when Cubby told us to bend over so that he could give us a proper spanking, we did.

“Fucking hell.” Chubby continued, “look at those twats, a man could drown in there, you could sail the QE2 through those two.”

Then he spanked us both again, only 3 swats, but quite hard.

“They might only be small, but they get just as red as a big girl’s arse. Stand up girls and turn around.”

We did.

“Told you, girls today like showing their beavers and men like seeing them because it gives us something to think about when we’re wanking in bed at night. Us lonely men need to see girls like this, we’d end up in the loony bin if we didn’t. Pull your skirts down girls, you’ll have half the men in here wanking right here if you don’t.”

Beaver and I looked at each other, then we unzipped our skirts and let them drop to the floor.

“Fucking hell girls, I didn’t mean that, I just meant you to cover your smelly pussies.”

“Our pussies don’t smell.” Both Beaver and I said in stereo.

“Come on girls, every pussy smells, some smell like the fish docks a Grimsby and some smell nice, which are you Grimsby or heaven.”

“Heaven.” We both replied.

“Are you sure girls? Do you think that we should get a second opinion?”

Both Beaver and I shrugged our shoulders. Then he looked at 2 men in the front of the audience and waved them over.

“Come on guys, dive that muff and tell us if it’s Grimsby or heaven. Girls, spread those legs and let the guys in.”

Two heads came to our crotches and I felt a tongue tickle my clit. I gasped.

“Fucking hell, they like that. That will do guys, don’t want you to drown in there. I like a nice wet pussy too, I don’t need a cup of tea after going down on the wife. Sometimes I scoop it all up and put it on my cornflakes instead of the milk.”

“So where was it guys, Grimsby or heaven?”

Both guys said “heaven” as they got to their feet.

“So what’s the beer bottles for girls, your pussy, did you tip it in your pussy and that was what the guys were tasting? Show us how you did it, big end first.”

Beaver and I both looked a little surprised that he would actually ask us to do that but we put the bottles to our mouths, finished drinking the beer then fucked our mouths with the open end. We were watching each other and when I took the bottle out of my mouth and moved it down to my pussy, Beaver did the same.

The blunt end didn’t go into my pussy that easily but it was wet enough to be persuaded to eventually let it in and we both pushed them is so far that we could only just get our finger round the neck of the bottles.

“Fucking hell girls, you could get a London bus in there. That’s what I tell the wife when when we go to London but she keeps telling me to wait until one of them bendy single deckers comes along. I tell her that I don’t want to see it come out of her mouth.”

Beaver and I were were still stood there with our legs apart and slowly fucking ourselves with the bottles.

“Okay girls, that’s enough, we don’t want you to squirt all over the audience but you can show us the rest of those little bumps that you’ve got on your chest. Hang on you guys at the back, I’ll get someone to pass the binoculars around.”

We let go of the bottles then pulled the strings on our mesh bikini tops and let them fall to the floor, leaving us totally naked on the stage.

“Can you see them at the back? And you poor bastards upstairs don’t stand a dick in hell’s chance; that will teach you to get here early next time.”

After a slight pause Chubby continued,

“Okay girls, what are you waiting for, you can take the bottle out unless you want to pinch them. The wife hides all-sorts up hers, last week I couldn’t find the toaster and she said that she was keeping herself warm. The toast doesn’t taste the same this week.”

Beaver slowly pulled her beer bottle out but I decided to try to squeeze mine out. It took a bit of effort and Chubby asked if I was having a shit. After taking another deep breath I squeezed again and the bottle shot out, bouncing once then getting caught by a man at the front of the audience.

“Frame that young man, the you can tell your grand daughters where you got it from.”

Chubby turned and looked at our chests, then moved closer, still looking. After a few seconds he stood up and turned to the audience saying,

“Anybody got a jacket or a coat that they couldn’t find anywhere to hang up? Because I’ve just found a place where 4 of you can hang your coats, these girls have their own chapel hat pegs.

Are you 2 twins or something, you look the same, you have the same small tits and chapel hat pegs and your pussies have both got the same flood gates that you’ve left open.

“Now get dressed girls, we don’t want you to get arrested for indecent exposure. I mean, see-through tops and a skirt that would be better called a belt. Who could possibly think that you were trying to flash your goodies at everyone, besides, you look like my sister’s 12 year old daughter when I tell her to take her clothes off.”

It didn’t take long for us to put our skirts on but we just held our tops in our hands and then Chubby announced that that was the end of the evening and he took a bow, The he turned to us and told us to take a bow as well. We looked at each other, grinned then turned our backs to the audience and bent right over.

“Fucking hell,” Chubby said, “I said take a bow not wink at them.”

When we stood back up Cubby took his microphone off then said,

“Thank you girls for being such great sports, I hope that I didn’t offend you in any way, you were brilliant, and I like your chapel hat pegs, I wish my wife’s were like yours.”

Beaver and I both kissed his cheek then we headed for the stairs to get back up to the 3 guys. Everyone who cared to look got a good look at our bodies as climbing the stairs was as hard work as it was the last time. But this time we also heard a few comments about our ‘chapel hat pegs’.

The guys each hugged us and told us that we were brilliant and Ben went off to get us some more drinks. We stood there drinking and talking with Beaver and I still topless, Harry having offered a pocket for our tops.