Hey there readers! I’m Gayle Bates, but everyone likes to call me Jailbait instead… I’m sure you’ll be able to figure out why!

The other day I was visiting my sister at the college. I wouldn’t want to attend it myself, but it’s a lot of fun visiting and saying I’m a prospective student anyway, everyone’s always so helpful to little old me!

For this visit, I wore a white t-shirt about two sizes too small for me, so I could show off my big round breasts as much as possible. I also had on a nice blue skirt about twelve inches long, pleated but with big slits up the sides of my thighs, so everyone can easily see the black straps of my panties underneath. I think my sister’s college calls this “layering”? I try to read their dress code sometimes and my eyes just glaze over, like yikes, soooo complicated and boring. But that’s the neat part, everyone else thinks it’s complicated too, they just won’t admit it.

The bus driver who took me to campus seemed a little surprised to see me, but when I told him I was a prospective student, it all made more sense to him. Then when I got off the bus, my sister was waiting for me! She’s tall, with long dirty blonde hair and soft blue eyes, and she was wearing this light yellow sundress that stretched to just partway down her butt, which I think means she’s a very good girl or whatever. We’ve always been close, so I greeted her with a big kiss on the mouth right away, not letting her go for at least a minute.

“Mmm, hey sis!” I said afterwards. “You really used your tongue that time! Guess they’re teaching you something at this college after all.”

“Hi Gayle.” She looked a bit flushed, super cute. “What adventure are you here for today?”

I shrugged lightly. “I dunno, I don’t have a whole lot of time today actually. Mom and dad are taking me out to a restaurant later, so I thought we could go Shopping? Let me know if you see anything a bit fancy, okay?”

Her shoulders slumped. “And by shopping you mean…”

“The usual, yup! Come on, show me around, I’m a prospective student, give me the tour!”

My poor sister loves me, so she got right to it, pointing out different buildings and stuff. It turns out she has a class in McMahon Hall this semester, and, uh… okay, yeah, I already forgot all the other stuff. Let’s be real, the only reason anyone talks about this place is the wacky dress code, so I asked her about that instead.

“Um, right. So that’s very important, of course. There are four pillars of the dress code, let me see, the first one is…”

I cut her off. “What about the fondling rule? That’s still a thing, right, you’ve still got that one?”

“Yes, any bare skin on the torso and legs is free for touching, why?”

I pointed out the girl who had caught my attention, with smooth brown skin and bouncy black hair and kissable lips. She was sitting on a bench a few feet away, wearing an off-white mesh top and not much else, her crotch deliciously uncovered. My sister looked over and smiled. “Oh, that’s Leona, I think, we had Writing together last semester.”

“Hell yeah.” I strode over to Leona immediately and knelt down in front of her, reaching out to spread her bare legs wide open.

Leona looked down at me, startled. “Hey, what the—“

I grinned up at her. “Fondling rule! Nothing you can do!”

She didn’t look sure about this either, but I stopped paying attention to her face after that. I dove right into her pussy and started licking it from top to bottom. She was absolutely delicious—I’ll say this for my sister’s college, it attracts some really fine specimens. I kept eating her out for the next several minutes, alternating between that and vigorous finger fucking, until she finally came with a loud scream.

Some of her cum got on my face, giving it a nice glistening look that I’m fond of, and some more got on my tight white t-shirt, making it even more see-through than usual. I rubbed the liquid in a bit more myself, making sure to wet the area around one of my hard nipples so people would be sure to admire it.

Leona was still shaking when I glanced back at her, but I thought about it and decided we could still have some more fun. I looked around until I saw a couple more students walking by, and stood up to wave. “Yoo-hoo, boys! Can one of you come over here please?”

They looked at each other, and then one of them, a white guy with a gray baseball cap and red shorts, walked over to us. “Yes?” he asked, and then he took in my outfit and frowned. “Hey, you’re not supposed to dress like that. You can’t have panties under a skirt, college rules!”

I pranced over and pressed my tits against his chest so that I could whisper in his ear. “Oh, sorry, I’m not enrolled here though! I’m a prospective student, I’m only 17, you know?”

I watched happily as he stared at the tops of my tits, his jaw clenching. “Seventeen?” he asked, resigned.

“Yep! Sorry about that. Oh, but anyway, look at this girl here, she’s clearly aroused, aren’t you supposed to do something about that?”

I pointed over at Leona, and we both took her in for a moment. Her face was still vacant, she was flopped against the back of the bench with her legs open, and juice from her orgasm was still trickling down her legs. The guy didn’t even bother to say anything at that point, he just dropped his shorts and boxers and went over to bury his cock in Leona’s wet pussy.

For the first minute or so I just watched while he fucked her, benefitting from all my hard work getting her lubed up for him, but then she seemed to remember she was supposed to resist, and she struggled a bit, and he shoved her mesh top up over her boobs, and I pounced. “Fondling rule!” I said again. I sat down on the bench next to her and grabbed both her boobs, massaging them firmly and tweaking her solid nipples between my fingers.

Leona looked at me blearily. “But you…”

“Mutual grooming!” I cried, cutting her off. I enveloped her mouth in a kiss, giving her even more tongue than I’d shared with my sister. She kissed me back, probably working mostly on instinct at that point, while I continued to play with her lovely boobs. They weren’t as big as mine but they still had some nice heft to them, and her skin was so pretty and smooth everywhere!

Eventually the guy finished up the rape and came in Leona with a loud grunt, so I gave both her boobs a final kiss and waved goodbye to both of them. My sister was standing under a nearby tree, watching the whole display with a long-suffering expression, so I trotted back to her and slung an arm around her shoulder.

“Having fun?” she asked.

“Of course! The fondling rule is the best thing you guys invented around here, you know? Like, I absolutely can’t be bothered to memorize all that dress length nonsense, but if you tell me that I’m allowed to touch any bare skin on any girl I see, then sign me the fuck up.”

My sister sighed. “I really don’t think you understand the point of the dress code. It’s intended to encourage decency, so… eep!”

I made my eyes go huge and blinked at her. “What’s up?”

She pointed down past her yellow sundress, where I was massaging her naked thigh with one hand. “You… I mean, you can’t do that…”

I shook my head and reached my other hand down to pet her other thigh too. “But it’s the fondling rule!”

She shivered. “We’re sisters, though!”

“Yeah?” I tilted my head to look at her, still blinking but with a big smile. “I’m not touching you anywhere weird, my fingers are nowhere near your pussy, I’m just showing you how much I love you! You’re not getting aroused or anything, are you? From your own sister rubbing your legs? Wow, what a pervert!”

She didn’t have anything she could say to that, so after a while we continued the tour, or she continued to give me the tour and I continued to run my hands up and down her legs. True to my word, I kept well clear of her pussy, because we really are sisters and that wouldn’t be very decent of me, but, well, the bottoms of her butt cheeks were uncovered, so if I petted them too sometimes, I was only following the rules.

I’ll say this for her, my sister does really care and she does really try. I’m a good bit shorter than her, so I had no trouble seeing that her pussy was glistening, but she gamely kept on going, pointing out different parts of the college and doing her best to talk up its academic prestige. I’ve heard it all before, though, so besides her legs, most of my attention was given to looking around for anyone hot.

The next student to catch my interest was a tall brown-haired boy sitting by a table outside a cafeteria. He had a math book open at the table in front of him, but there was a nice square shape to his jaw that I liked, and his arms looked a bit muscled too. I bounced over to him, completely ignoring whatever my sister was still talking about, and sat down on top of his table, angling my legs to give him a teasing look up my skirt.

“Hi, I’m Gayle!” I told him. “What’s your name?”

It took him a moment to get past my skirt and my tight shirt, but he did force himself to look me in the eyes. “Theo,” he said, uncertain.

“Hi Theo! I’m a seventeen-year-old prospective student, I was hoping you could help me get to know about this college!”

“S… sure.” Theo gulped and did his best to keep looking at my face. “Uh, so I’m a math major… this is the Grant Commons cafeteria… we’re about halfway through the semester right now… was there anything in particular you were interested in, or…?”

I smiled my biggest smile. “Can I see your dick?!”

His square-jawed face went a little pale at that. “Wha…?”

“Well, I mean.” I smiled again and placed my hand on my heart, then began to slowly play with my nipple, almost absent-mindedly. “It’s such a famous part of this school, you know? All the boys here have to be ready to consensually rape any naughty girls. So of course I want to know if you’re really up to the task…”

Theo gulped again and looked around at us, though really, at this school it’s not like he was going to get in any trouble. Or maybe there really was some obscure dress code rule against this, but hey, I don’t give a fuck, who knows?

Finally I guess he made up his mind, and he got up a little bit to shimmy out of his pants and underwear. His dick sprang into view, nice and hard and tall, and we both just sat there for a while, staring at his dick while it quivered in the afternoon air.

“So, uh…” Theo looked at me, his eyes confused. “Is it good enough? Uh, for you to want to come here, I mean?”

“It’s very nice, thank you Theo!” I grinned. “Since you were such a good guy and showed me your dick, do you want to see my tits?”

I didn’t actually wait for him to answer, because he was clearly a pretty nervous boy—math majors, am I right?—so instead I just reached down and pulled my shirt up around my neck, letting my big round tits spill free, and Theo groaned in delight. My tits are nice and soft, except for the nipples I mean, and I rolled them around for a couple seconds before I got a great idea.

I got down from the table, knelt before Theo, and plopped both my tits down on his bare legs. His eyes rolled back into his head, but I wasn’t paying much attention to that. I kept going forwards, lifting my tits up and then dropping them onto his legs again, getting closer and closer to his dick until I reached it and rested my tits on either side of it, not quite touching. Slowly, tantalizingly, I rolled my chest forwards and back, dragging my tits along the tops of his legs, still holding them away from his dick, refusing to let them come into contact.

“Ahh… Gayle…” he tried to reach down for me, but I swatted his hand out of midair.

“Sorry bro! I’m just a prospie, remember? Only seventeen years old? You can’t touch me!”

“Aaaaaagh,” he said, but he got the point, and just sat there while I gave him his imaginary titjob, rubbing back and forth along legs and bouncing up and down, but never touching him where he really wanted me to.

Even I get bored eventually, though, so I stood up and looked down at him. I didn’t bother to put my shirt back on, though… the sun felt great on my bare skin, and besides, Theo was looking at me so hungrily, who was I to plead ladylike modesty when I could be giving him such a nice show instead?

“Gayle…?” he asked, his voice trembling.

I made a kissing motion with my lips and leaned forwards—dangling my tits right in front of his face—to pull my panties down to my ankles. I pushed up my skirt just a tiny bit, so it would sit closer to the level that girls seemed to favor at this college, exposing the bottom of my butt and pussy, and then turned around to point my butt at Theo. I started lowering and raising my body between his legs, again being very careful not to let any part of my crotch come into contact with his dick.

Up and down, up and down, I pantomimed fucking him without touching him anywhere it mattered. Every time I reached the top of my movement, I made sure to wiggle my butt at him, and that was fun enough to last me for several more minutes.

“Gayle, please, I think I’m…”

I whirled around and shook my finger at him. “Theo, you can’t! I’m only seventeen, you pervert!” I pretended to think about it for a moment, then brightened. “Oh, but look at my sister over there! She’s a real college student and she’s aroused, you know? Why don’t you go and consensually rape her, then you’ll feel better!”

Theo practically shoved me aside in his hurry, and my sister yelped. I sat back in the chair, still warm from Theo, and absently flipped through his math book while he loudly fucked my sister. The book wasn’t very interesting, but at least the sex was fun to watch, and by the time they were done, he’d torn half her dress open so that one of her breasts was permanently uncovered. Should I play with that too? I thought about it. No, no, the fondling rule was fun and all, but she was still my sister, it wasn’t nice to cross that line. My sister was a good girl and I had to be one too!

I pulled my panties back up, gave Theo back his book, and led my sister away by one hand, shaking my head sadly at her state of undress. Sure, I was still pushing my bare tits out to the world, but my sister’s dress was half ruined now. “And boys just have their way with you like that?” I asked her, feigning concern. “I don’t know, this college might be too scary for me.”

“He… but Gayle… you sent him to me, and…” My sister was not at her most coherent, but I couldn’t tell if she was angry at me or just fatigued from the sex. Fair enough, it had looked pretty hot from where I’d been sitting!

“Me?” I asked her. “But sis, you were aroused, remember? The code of conduct says that means your body is asking for sex, right?” I was halfway genuinely asking, I was pretty sure that how it worked but couldn’t quote book and verse or anything, I just liked any interpretation of the rules that helped me get people to fuck my sister.

“Only because you wouldn’t stop fondling me!” Now she did sound a bit angry, poor thing.

“I told you, only perverts would be aroused by that! We’re sisters, remember? A little innocent touching is absolutely normal!” Her full butt was exposed now, after Theo had had his way with her, and I massaged it affectionately.

She stopped talking to me after that, so we just wandered the campus aimlessly, still holding hands. My naked breasts still felt great in the sun, but I think most people must have been in class or something, because we didn’t run into anyone else for a while. When we finally did, though, it was quite a sight, so I made us stop and watch.

We were near a swimming pool, and three lovely, naked, long-limbed girls with wet hair and glistening skin were petting and kissing each other all over. No matter how much I know about the college and how normal this was in theory, it was still quite the sight to see, and even my sister was staring. They were all so pretty and such good friends! Wet round breasts shone in the sun and were subject to touches and kisses from all angles, and they languidly stroked each other’s wet pussies like they had all the time in the world.

I’d had enough. Wordlessly, I pushed down my skirt and panties and started masturbating. My own pussy was extremely ready to go after everything I’d seen or done during my visit, and I sighed in blissful release as my fingers slid deep inside me and were treated to my own personal heat. My eyes half lidded, I pumped myself in and out, watching the three nymphs by the swimming pool and imagining what it would be like to be one of them.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” A stern male voice interrupted my reverie, and I looked up to see a boy with an Inspector shirt. “Girls are not supposed to masturbate in public, I’m afraid, so…”

“Seventeen,” I said promptly. “Prospective student.”

“Oh. My mista—“

I returned my gaze to the three girls and continued my long-awaited masturbation, gasping as I plunged my fingers into my trembling warm insides again. “This is my sister,” I told him, not bothering to look at him again. “She’s a student, you can fuck her instead.”

“GAYLE!” my sister shrieked, but the inspector thanked me calmly, bent my sister over at the waist, and buried his cock inside her.

By the time we were all done with our respective orgasms, my sister was naked. Her sundress had mostly disintegrated and then the inspector had confiscated it anyway, probably as evidence or something, I didn’t fucking know. I knelt down beside her where she lay in the grass and I reached out to pet her hair.

“Gayle.” She sounded sad and frustrated. “I keep telling you it’s not like this. As long as we all behave ourselves, we’re fine! The point of the dress code is…”

I shook my head at her. “The point of the dress code is that you do whatever anyone tells you and let everyone have their way with your body, because you can’t keep track of whatever you’re actually breaking a rule, and even if you’re not, it doesn’t matter.”

“No, Gayle…”

“Here, I’ll show you. It’s Shopping time anyway.” I stood back up and moved all my clothes back into position, so that I was properly decent again—like real world decent, not just college decent. Well, okay, you could still see my nipples through my shirt, but that was a little outside my range of options just then.

I waited until I saw a white girl walk by who was about my size and was wearing a nice blue dress that went all the way down to her knees. Dangerous choice at this college even if I hadn’t been around, honestly. I stepped in front of her and put out my hand to stop her.

“I’m an inspector.” I said. “Dress code inspection. Give me that dress.”

To her credit, the girl looked at least a little confused. “Girls can’t be inspectors, can they?”

I shook my head and flashed the side of my skirt at her. “It’s a new program. See how I’m wearing panties? It’s a perk of the job and kind of my uniform.”

“Oh. Okay.” She still hesitated. “Can’t I just roll up my dress like normal, and show you that I’m not wearing any underwear?”

I put on my best serious face, leaning forward and glaring at her. “Are you questioning an inspector? You’d better give me that dress now or you’ll really be in trouble.”

This was enough to get past her last objections. She quickly stripped and handed me the dress, and I made a show of inspecting her, which is to say, I had her spin around for me and then I played with her boobs and pussy for fifteen seconds before nodding. “You pass,” I said. “Run along now and try not to get inspected again.”

She did, and I turned to look at my sister, who was now sitting up, at least. “That’s not right,” she muttered. “Gayle, you can’t just pretend to be an inspector and make up new rules!”

“But I just did, didn’t I? And now I have a nice dress I can wear to dinner with mom and dad!”

She didn’t have anything to say about that, so I watched other students as they went by for a while, and repeated the experiment on another girl to get a pair of white stockings, and then on yet another girl to get a thin white scarf that she’d been wearing as a top. With this my dinner outfit felt ready, so I stripped naked except for the panties, and then hesitated, enjoying a last few seconds with my tits out in the sun.

“Here,” I said, handing my skirt and t-shirt to my sister. “You’re taller than me, and we’re not the same size, but I’d still rather you have something to wear to get home in.”

“Thanks,” she said, sour, and we both got dressed, her in my clothes and me in the stuff I stole from those students. She shook her hair out from my shirt and looked at me wearily.

“Jailbait… I know you’re kinda short, but you’re 22 now. Are you ever going to stop pretending to be 17 just so you can tease me and my classmates?”

I grinned at my little sister. “Probably not! But thanks for always letting me come visit you whenever I get horny and lonely.”

I kissed her one last time, this time on the forehead, and walked off to keep my dinner appointment. Though I was still feeling turned on from all those adventures… maybe I’d find another cute girl before I left, and use the fondling rule again but this time I wouldn’t lie about being underage, so she could fondle me too? But this dress really was too long to be safe, so maybe I should get off campus while I had the chance… always a tough choice at this college…