The Picnic
bitch, erotic, naked

Hi guys, Archita here. My friends call me Archie. I am 23 and study BA final year now. I know it’s a bit lower than my age, but I lost 2 years earlier due to different causes. I am a big fan of ISS. Today I will describe my experience that happened 4 years ago. Those days I was living in a small town in West Bengal where my family stays. I just finished my junior college exam a few weeks back. Some of our classmates, both boys and girls, arranged a picnic. The spot was a few kilometres away from our town, and we started early in the morning on a bus. We were all excited and felt liberated. For the first time, this was entirely a friend’s affair, and no guardians were accompanying us. I didn’t have a boyfriend during those days, but some of my friends had. So, they sat in pairs on the bus. I was occupied loading the cooking utensils on the bus with the driver, helper, two other boys, and another girl behind the bus. When we boarded the bus, it was almost full, save for the last few seats. We knew the road conditions were bad. Nobody wanted to go to the last seats as they jerked a lot. The boys, seeing no choice, went there and took seats. Rinki managed to get a seat two rows ahead of the last. I told my friend Bidisha to place her bag under her feet so I could sit there. Bidisha winked at me and slapped my ass, saying, “This ‘matka’ is much bigger than this bag, baby – are you sure it fits here?” I was shocked by her shameless comment in front of all these guys, including the boys. My embarrassment doubled when most of the boys and girls burst into laughter upon hearing her comment. I usually am known to be a smart girl with ready answers. But this time, this was unexpected. I felt witless. My chicks reddened, and I nearly stammered, “Hey, what are you saying? Have you lost your mind?” But Disha (Bidisha) patted my back and said, “Don’t worry, baby – it’s our day of freedom. Don’t mind languages today.” All the guys on the bus cheered her hearing this. I also agreed and felt a bit easier now. Our journey started. Following the lead set by Disha, the journey was full of indecent comments, kinky jokes and abusive words. Boys were quite used to such languages already, But before today, they never got a chance to be so liberated in front of us girls. They were even more excited and used bad words almost all the time. We all laughed wildly, and sometimes we danced too. By the time we reached the spot, I had recovered from the earlier shock. I was looking to get even with Bidisha. So, when she stood you to get off the bus, I kicked her ass from behind and said, “Now go, get this gaand a bit toned by helping them unload the cookware, baby.” Disha almost fell but managed to grab a guy’s pants and regain her balance. Another roar of laughter filled the bus. Disha gave me an angry look and got off the bus. The helper of the bus was a cook too, and he was in charge of cooking, of course. However, some of us were helping him, in turn, to prepare the raw materials, cut the vegetables, arrange water and such stuff. But once it was all done, it was up to Santosh da, the helper. We had some free time to enjoy before lunch. Our foul mouths and roars of laughter filled the entire place, a small clearing in a jungle. A few paces away, a stream was flowing – no significant current during that time of the year. We all went to the riverside, and some boys immediately stripped down to their undies and jumped into the water. We all cheered them up. We were also excited to see them in undies for the first time (for most of us). Soon they started demanding us to get into the water. Some of the boys boldly demanded they wanted to see our panties. Hearing this, I felt pretty kinky and excited. Considering the possibility of being in my undies in front of many people, including boys. I am sure other girls also had more or less similar thoughts. However, we did not give up our modesty so easily. Instead, Soumili, another of my friends, suggested that we girls should have a game of cards. The loser of each deal would be removing something from her body. Whoever comes down to her bra and panty would join the boys in the water. This proposal was highly exciting, and everybody accepted it instantly and cheered up. The thought was so kinky – I already felt moist in my crotch. All of us were – no doubt, including the boys, who were not even participating. Somebody brought a pack of cards from the bus, and the game started. There were 14 girls and 17 boys at the party. 3 girls felt too shy to participate, and nobody forced them. So they left the place and went to roam around. 2 of the boys also accompanied them. The rest of us were ready, full of anticipation. Manisha distributed the cards, 3 to each girl. The lowest total would be the loser. Soumili, the proposer herself, lost in the first round. She did not look frustrated and removed her yellow top, smiling. Her embroidered pink bra was visible, half covering her 34C boobies. a Some of the boys whistled, and it was clear that Sou was enjoying it a lot. In the next round, it was Soma who shyly opened her kameez top to reveal her white, ordinary bra. Seeing this, I remembered that I was also wearing a very ordinary cotton bra – never anticipating a situation like this. I felt embarrassed about that now – but I couldn’t help it. In the fifth round, it was Soma again to lose. This time, she had no choice but to remove her salwar pants. The first panty show of the day! But once again, her panties were of ordinary cotton, blue, but the colour was faded. I guess she was embarrassed more for the shabbiness of her undies than being half naked in public. She immediately went to the river and jumped in. The water now covered her body, and she seemed a bit relieved. In the next round, it was my turn to lose my top. I tried to remove it gracefully. But Disha was beside me and pressed my boobs when I removed the top. Again, this caused a roar of laughter; I felt embarrassed for the second time today. I looked at Disha and gestured for her to fuck off. She gestured me back. Everyone around was laughing. Very soon, almost all the girls were underwater. Disha, I and two others, all in our bras, left now. This time, Disha stood up and said she had a proposition. “Let Mita and Shampa play the last round of cards.” “For Archie and me”, she said, showing me, “you all have watched how we are NOT going along with each other today since morning. So, I propose we fight here – a wrestling game. The loser would strip not only her undies but to her skin. She would be stark naked while running to the water. The Winner would then play cards again with the Winner of Mita and Shampa. Do you agree to this, Archie?” I was still trying to fathom what she had just said. The rest of the crowd exploded with cheers. I could understand that this was too tempting to deny. I was trying to get my odds here. Both Disha and I are known athletes. She is the basketball team captain of our school. I am the TT runners up in the district. She is taller than me, but I am faster. As far as physical strength is concerned, we are both strong. But we never tested against each other. What was she thinking? I could beat her in a fair fight – at least I am a 60-40 favourite here. Is she secretly wishing to be naked in front of all these guys? Does she love humiliation secretly? This thought made me tingle again, and I felt that wet patch in my panties again. I looked at her awhile and winked, “I am game. Let’s see your bare ass and spank it hard. Yes, the Winner shall have the right to spank the loser – agree?” I was happy to see a mild hint of shock in her eyes while the crowd cheered again. This day was going kinkier and kinkier with every moment. Everybody was enjoying far more than they had anticipated in the beginning. Disha paused before declaring, “I agree – I am game.” A round of applause made both of us concerned. Disha and I – the two best friends are now fighting. Fighting for our modesty, our clothes. I felt my body hairs and follicles were erect – nerves strong in anticipation. I felt adrenaline rushing inside me – I was so excited for the first time. Disha’s reddened face told me she was also feeling the same way. I am sure most of the people present here, from both genders, are feeling this frenzy of craziness. A boy named Shanto came ahead to referee the fight. The match would end when one of us gives up and says, “I submit.” On his gesture, we pounced at each other. I wanted her to attack first, and she did exactly that. I knew I was faster than her. I took advantage, sided with her and came behind her in a single movement. Before she could realize her mistake, I kicked her ass from behind. This time much harder than the one in the morning. She lost her balance and fell on her face. But at the last moment, she prevented the fall with her hands. She turned around quickly to avoid my body pouncing over her. This quick reaction worked for her, and this time, I got imbalanced. We both tried to recover before the other could. But it took us almost the same time. We were standing against each other again, panting slightly. The spectators were cheering up both of us. They were already divided as supporters. Disha was more careful this time, not allowing me to get to her back anymore. She was taller than me and was trying to take that advantage by not coming very close. I realized that I needed to go closer to have a grip on her before I got too tired. So I tried to close in. She immediately launched a strong kick. I jumped backwards to avoid the blow. She knew I would lose some balance doing this and was ready. She immediately came behind me and grabbed my neck from behind. Gosh, she was stronger than I thought, indeed! While I was struggling to release myself from her grip, she did something unexpected! She took my bra strap (as we both were fighting to wear our bras and jeans only – no tops), pulled it and released it immediately. The elastic strap and the metal hook hit my back like a lash. The pain was excruciating (only if I knew)! I cried, “Ahh!” Disha didn’t lose the opportunity of my discomfort and grabbed me by my hair with one hand. With the other, she did another shocking thing. She unhooked my bra and took it from me in a single motion. In seconds, I stood there, topless and beaten, in front of the crowd. I felt so humiliated that I wanted to escape from there – but I could not. All gathered around were shouting crazy – but the action did other things. Firstly, I suddenly realized that Disha was feeling extremely horny – yes, she is – there could be no other explanation for her actions. Secondly and more importantly, I was free of her grip again. It means the fight is still on. I braced myself despite my pathetic condition. I attacked her straight away for the first time, my boobs swaying free in the air. Disha did not expect this. She thought I would be too embarrassed to fight any more. Thus, when I jumped upon her, she could not get herself ready to defend herself. I grabbed her by her neck. I was not going to make the same mistake she did. So without releasing the grip, I removed her bra strap but did not remove it. She was struggling hard to come out of my grip. We were both on the ground in a few seconds, but my hand still was on her neck. She was choking, and for a moment, I thought she would submit at this point – but I was wrong. Despite the grip, she pushed me back and eventually came upon me. She somehow managed to kick me in my thigh very hard. I felt the pain, let go of her neck, and cried, “Ah” for a second time. She immediately tried to pin me on the ground, but I struggled. I knew I was stronger than her, but she was in a better position. I felt flat on the ground – though I managed to keep my grip on her torso. I realized I needed to do something drastic to avoid defeat. At that point, I saw the buttons of her jeans. Without thinking much, I took the button and opened it. Before she could understand what happened, I grabbed her pants from her waist and pulled them down in a single motion. Disha’s red panty came out in clear view. I heard people cheered up even more crazily. At the same time, I saw two more things – first, Disha’s shock and second, her red panty was almost wet. This girl has been aroused for quite some time, indeed. But before I could enjoy this temporary success, Disha pulled my hair from my back. My head fell to the ground. Without losing any time, she sat on my face. Yes, on my face. I could feel her wetness on my nose and mouth, a pungent smell. Her ass was all over my face. I could not breathe properly and tried to escape her ass but in vain. In this position, she got me vulnerable and took full opportunity to avenge her humiliations. In no time, she removed my jeans and then my yellow panty with blue flowers. Yes, I was already stark naked in front of all. And she was slapping my pussy. I could not take it anymore. But as she was sitting over my face, I could not even talk. Desperate, I tapped my hand thrice on the ground – indicating my submission. Seeing that, she shouted, “Really, Archie?” I had no other option but to tap the ground again. This time, she lifted her ass a little and put one of her feet over my hair and shouted, “Say it, bitch.” Howling with pain, I cried, “I submit. You are the Winner, Disha. Please let me go.” The spectators did not expect a fight of this level – they were now a little bit silent. Only some hush-hush sounds were coming from them. This time, Disha released my hair first, then sat aside to allow me fresh air. I was panting like a bitten bitch, stark naked, stripped to my skin by my best friend. She was also panting very hard but recovered and gave me a hand. I grabbed it, and she pulled me up, hugged and said, “Well played, buddy. I never knew you were such a good fighter.” I was not in a position to say a word as I was still recovering from the shock. But her sporting gesture cheered up the crowd again, and they shouted and hailed her name. Some of them hailed me, too, to my surprise. As my senses returned, I suddenly realized I was standing naked in front of 25 people, including boys. Some of the boys were already jerking themselves off despite the crowd. None of us have experienced such erotica in our small lives ever so far. Probably, most of us won’t ever in the rest of our lives.