0 comments/ 92886 views/ 12 favorites Pushing the Limits By: Dick Chainy There was a sharp click as she attached the last of my hands to the bedpost. The nylon strap was wrapped around the bedpost and attached to itself by means of an 'O' ring and clip. I was naked and spread-eagled on the bed with a ball gag strapped securely around my head. The velcro cuffs held my wrists and ankles comfortably and the strong wooden bed frame would resist any force that I could exert. Around my waist I wore a belt with a D-ring on each side. She bent down, lifted a strap attached to the side of the bed frame, attached it to the D-ring on my belt and tightened the strap. I watched her walk around the bed as well as I could in the dark. She was gloriously nude. With each step her toned thighs flexed, and her large breasts bounced; her long dark hair swayed, and her perfect heart-shaped ass clenched. My cock was now at full attention. Once on the other side of the bed, she repeated the process with another strap. Now I could barely move my hips. She climbed up onto the bed, her full breasts slid across my skin as she crawled over to me on her hands and knees. She sat down and showed me the blindfold in her hands. Without saying a word she slid the strap over my head and adjusted the blindfold until not even a sliver of light was visible. Now I was completely immobilized and unable to see or speak. I was helpless to stop her from having her way with me, and I loved it. I felt her get off of the bed and pick up something from the side table. Suddenly her hands were around my hard dick. I was surprised that she was moving things along so quickly, but I was glad since I was horny as hell. I felt her strap something just beneath the head of my cock and then let go. Then nothing. I waited. Nothing. Now I was really confused. I had thought that I was about to be pleasured but... Suddenly my cock throbbed. Then again. Then it vibrated for about three seconds followed by another throb. Now I knew what she had strapped to my cock. It was one of those new computerized vibrating eggs. Thanks to a special microchip, they can both vibrate and pulse at several intensities. This one had ten built-in pattern. She had it set to a mode which mixed pulses with vibration in a complicated sequence. The effect on me was tremendous. The egg was pressing on the sensitive underside of my cock. No matter how I squirmed, I couldn't escape the stimulation. The pulses felt like a hand squeezing my dick, bringing me closer to orgasm, while the vibrations were like a teasing stroke - enough to stimulate but not enough to let me cum. A few pulses in a row and I would feel my balls tighten. Then it would switch to vibration mode, and I would begin to relax. The pattern was too complicated for me to anticipate what was coming next, and the whole time that I struggled, I knew that she was standing there watching me. This thought, more than anything else, was driving me toward climax. Pulse. Pulse. Vibrate. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Vibrate. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. I realized that she must have switched the vibrator to straight pulse mode. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. I could feel the cum begin to leave my balls. I pulled myself tight against my bonds. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. I moaned into the gag as jet after jet of cum shot up my shaft and sprayed onto my belly and thighs. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Each pulse of the vibrator caused my cock to jerk yet again. Finally the vibrator stopped, and I relaxed. I felt her unstrap the device, and then she began wiping me off with a warm, damp towel. I was feeling quite content at this point, and I couldn't wait to be untied so I could go to sleep. She finished wiping me off, and leaned down by my head. "Now that the edge is off," she whispered in my ear "I can really have some fun." I began to twist against my cuffs as I grunted at her to let me go. "You promised me your cum tonight," she said in a coy tone, "and you have two balls full. I'm not stopping until I have all of it." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Despite myself, I began to get hard again. I felt her hard nipples brush against me as she crawled onto the bed again. This time she moved between my legs and sat down. She sat facing me, with her legs draped over my thighs, further immobilizing me. "I love having total control over you," she crooned. Her fingers touched my ankles, causing me to shiver. She lightly ran them up the inside of my legs to my crotch where she stopped. As she stroked me, my legs jerked. "I love having you tied up and helpless," she laughed. This was torture! She could tickle me beyond my endurance, and there was nothing that I would be able to do about it. With the gag in place, I couldn't even complain! I felt my cock begin to rise again. "I know where all of your ticklish spots are," she bragged. She was right. Her hands stroked up my inner thighs, over my tight balls, and worst of all over my butt cheeks. She was everywhere, driving me crazy with overstimulation. Everywhere, that is, except my cock. She wouldn't touch it at all. Every time that her hands got close to it, I would try to brush up against her, but I was bound too tightly to succeed. She continued tickling me for what was probably fifteen minutes, but which felt like an hour. The lack of stimulation for my cock combined with the intense sensation everywhere else was driving me insane. If it weren't for the ball gag, I would have been begging her for release. Then she gave me one long stroke that began at my knees, went along my inner thighs, up my ass cheeks, over my balls and along the length of my cock. At last, my dick was getting some attention! She did it again. And again. Suddenly he fingers were dancing all over my cock as if she was playing a piano. She returned to driving me crazy with those long strokes, and then once again, her fingers were fluttering all over me. By now I was rock hard. The vibrator had left me a little numb, but that feeling was long gone. I felt her hand grasp my cock firmly in the middle. "I'm going to make you cum, and there is nothing that you can do to stop me," she said firmly. And then, at last, she began to pump my cock slowly. "I'm going to make you cum, and there is nothing that you can do to stop me." Her tone of voice made it clear that she was serious. She stroked faster and squeezed a little harder. "I'm going to make you cum, and there is nothing that you can do to stop me." Over and over again she said it while her hand pumped my dick faster and gripped me more tightly. Each time that she said it, I grew more excited, but it wasn't enough to make me cum a second time. Then she started using the fingers of her other hand to fondle my balls. Suddenly I felt myself tense up involuntarily. She felt it too, and she bent forward to take the head of my cock between her full lips. That pushed me over the edge. I came and came into her soft, cool mouth, as she pumped the sperm out of me. She swallowed it up as fast as I expelled it, and when I was done, she cleaned me off with one long suck. Now my balls truly felt empty. It had been a great experience, but I was ready for sleep. I grunted and motioned for her to release me. "Not yet," she whispered to me. "I have you right where I want you, and tonight I'm going to push your limits." Now I was nervous. How much more of this could I take? She leaned over me for a moment, her firm belly pressing down on my deflating cock, and I heard her take something from the side table. Then she lay down beside me, with her feet near my head. She must have been on her side because she rested one arm on my thigh, with her elbow between my legs. Cold liquid poured over my dick and balls. It was lube! She began to rub it over my dick and balls and at once I realized how clever she had been. My previous orgasms had been the result of vibration and pumping with a minimum of rubbing. I was as sensitive to this new sensation as if I hadn't cum at all. Amazingly, my cock began to swell yet again. Once the lube was well distributed, she began to slowly slide her fist up and down my shaft. Each time that her hand went over my sensitive head, I would spasm with pleasure, pulling against my bonds. With the hand that was between my legs, she began to fondle my balls again. This time though, I was too spent to cum at once. During all of this activity, she remained utterly silent, and that left me nervous about her plans. I was right to be nervous. She formed an 'O' with her fingers and began to slide it up and down my rod. With fewer fingers involved, the pleasure was even more exquisite. Her other hand began to move further down between my legs to my rub my perineum and then my anus. After a while, her well-lubed finger began to push into my anal ring. Tied up as I was, there was nothing that I could do to stop her even if I had wanted to. She went slowly but steadily, pushing in and then sliding out. Each time she pressed forward, she went in a little farther, and all the while the 'O' was moving up and down. I could feel her second finger joint slide inside me, and then I could feel pressure against my prostate. "There might be some more cum in there," she whispered seductively. "I'm going to milk out every last drop." She let loose of my cock, and for a minute, all I felt was her finger filling up my ass. She didn't move it, and that was more exciting than if she had. I felt a touch on my dick, and without warning she began to rub her palm roughly over the head. I was overwhelmed, and began bucking my hips to get away. Of course I couldn't. All that my small motion managed to do was drive my ass back and forth along the length of her still finger. She stopped rubbing my head and slowly stroked my shaft with her whole hand. She was pushing down on my cock so that it pointed toward my feet, a position which made my dick feel completely trapped. "Cum for me," she purred. "Cum for me." Each time that she said it, I would struggle to get even a millimeter farther away from that stimulation, all to no avail. "Cum for me." Moving away from her hand only pushed her finger deeper inside me. "Cum for me." There was no escape. For a while, she alternated between using her palm on my head, and stroking my shaft. Each time that she would stroke me, she would repeat the sentence "cum for me" in as seductive a voice as I have ever heard. All the while, I was building slowly, ever so slowly, toward a climax. Then while she was in the middle of stroking me, she began to wiggle her finger in my ass. She gripped my dick tightly and began squeezing the slippery head as fast as she could, while still pointing it toward my feet. "Cum for me," she pleaded. This was too much to bear, and I began to climax. I screamed into my gag, and pulled so hard on the straps that I would have torn a lesser bed frame apart. I came and came and came. I thought that this orgasm would never end as she kept stroking me long past the point where I would have asked her to stop. Finally she released my cock and slid her finger out of my ass. As I lay there exhausted, she walked over to the bathroom and returned with a warm, wet towel. She wiped me clean as I lay still, enjoying the relaxing feeling of completely empty balls. "Happy Birthday sweetheart," said my beautiful wife, and at last she began to unstrap me. Pushing The Limits I'm Mark. I measure at 6 feet (1.83 meters) and weigh approximately 170 pounds (77 kilograms). I keep my body in relatively good shape, and I'm pretty comfortable with my body. I prefer to be naked, and this leads to exciting exhibitionistic opportunities. I'm not even sure whether I'm a nudist first or an exhibitionist first, but who cares, so long as I have a good time. This story happened several years ago, when I was in my late teens, and my hormones were ablaze. I had new frontiers to transcend and uncharted territories to explore. I've grown up since those days, but I haven't completely grown of it yet. I still stay completely naked wherever and whenever I can, and I still experience the heady thrill of having sex in public and risky places. ******************************************* The moon was out and the BBQ party was just over. Almost everyone had gone home, leaving Emily, Kelly and myself to pack up at the rented beachside resort. Emily and Kelly were to sleep overnight at the resort. I had volunteered to help them clear up the last of the garbage before I left for the night. You could probably imagine how 15 pissed drunk volleyball players could trash the whole place in 4 hours. Emily and Kelly were both members of the women's team in the volleyball club. They had much in common, and it came as no surprise they were great buddies. They had great, toned bodies to boot, and I must admit they sometimes served as objects of my masturbation fantasies. I had only joined the men's team four months ago, and I had mixed pretty well with everyone. The men and women teams cheered each other on during competitions and we'd even played against one another during practice. Emily was the more forward of the two and made friends easily, whereas Kelly found more comfort in things familiar. Kelly usually would not try anything new, unless prodded on by her good friend Emily. Emily scuttled in and out of relationships, while I had never known Kelly to ever have had a boyfriend. Kelly was a little taller than Emily and made a great blocker (volleyball jargon). I found Emily's sense of humor and Kelly's contemplative demeanor appealing. That evening, Emily and Kelly wore similar pastel tank tops with ass-hugging lycra shorts that showed off their amazing silhouettes and slightly tanned bodies tantalizingly. They both kept their long hair in ponytails - a necessity during games that they carried off the volleyball courts. As I said earlier, I was supposed to leave after helping the girls clear up. I was really looking forward to the luxuriant sensation of my bed sheets against my naked skin. I was after all pretty pooped after all that alcohol. My big plans had to change when Kelly tripped over herself while carrying some leftover cream cake. When she fell, she tossed the cake in my direction. The cake went splat squarely on my lower back, splattering chocolate cream all over me. "Oh no!" Emily exclaimed, going forward to help Kelly up. "Are you alright?" I went forward to help Kelly up too, repeating Emily's concern. "It's nothing," Kelly said. "I've had worse tumbles during our games and practice. But I think I've messed up your shirt. I'm so sorry." "Oh well, I'll just clean it off," I said. "It's gotten onto your shorts too," Emily said. "And your legs." "Wow," I said, "looks like I need to wash up big time." "You can use the shower stuff I brought," Emily said. "They're in the bathroom." "I have an extra towel," Kelly offered. "You guys are really great," I said. "Thanks." As Kelly ran upstairs to get her extra towel for me, Emily said to me, "You look after us, we look after you. I don't think you'll want to get into your car wearing damp clothes. Why don't you stay the night? We have an extra bed for you." "Really?" I said without thinking. "Wonderful!" Actually I was a little too tired to think, and the idea of getting to bed - the magic word I wanted to hear - within the shortest time appealed to me a great deal. And I could hardly wait to strip out of my dirty clothes. "I brought some detergent along too, in case something like this happened to me," Emily said with a laugh. "You can use it. It's also in the bathroom." "I owe you one," I said. "We haven't thanked you for staying behind to help us. This is the least we can do. Really," she said. I got the towel from an apologetic Kelly and ducked into the bathroom as Emily told Kelly of her offer to let me stay the night. The hinge of the bathroom door was slightly dislodged and would not allow the door to close fully, much less lock it. All of us found out during the BBQ earlier that anyone using the toilet had to leave a little gap at the door and hope no one else barged in while they were busy. As you can imagine, some instances of unintended invasions of privacy could not have been avoided. Naturally, I closed the door as much as it could be closed, leaving a two inch gap that I could do nothing about. I quickly got out of my creamed clothes and showered without bothering to close the shower curtain. The cold water washed away some of the fog in my head, and I came to fully realize the situation I was in. I was used to showering with the door wide open, walking around completely naked and going to bed naked. I'd fantasized about being exposed to other people. I've had my share of stripping off and showering completely naked in front of strangers and friends, but they had all been men. And during those moments, I'd get aroused from the fear and excitement of being on full display to others. Usually, I would masturbate shortly after to work off the sexual tension. Right now, the situation presented me with the perfect chance to show my naked body to girls for the first time. No barrier separated my completely naked body from the two girls outside. If they wanted to, they could come into the bathroom while I was in the shower to use the sink or toilet. Or watch me shower. My cock swelled and rose with my fear and excitement at these thoughts. I was on full display for anyone who cared to watch. I stroked my hardening cock up and down with soap, making it throb in anticipation of greater thrills to come. I thought of the possibilities of showing Kelly and Emily my naked body, and my cock's enthusiastic reaction encouraged me to devise opportunities for them to see my full nudity in a non-threatening setting. I wanted to have some fun, but not get into trouble that I could not extract myself from. I could swear I saw their movements outside the bathroom. They could not have passed the gaping door without noticing my naked body in the shower. They knew very well I was taking a shower to start with! This would be a good test of their receptiveness, I thought. They could watch all they wanted. I didn't care. Being on total display and yet not caring if anyone saw me made me hornier. I continued to stroke my erect shaft and massage my balls as I washed the soap off my body. I stood under the shower for another ten minutes for good measure. Kelly and Emily could become curious about what's taking me so long in the shower and take a peek. They were more than welcome. Inside, I felt hot and aroused at risking being seen completely naked. Every now and then, I would turn to let a different side of my nude body face the door. I stepped out of the shower and picked up my clothes from the floor. All wet and totally naked, I washed my clothes at the bathroom sink. This position gave me a better view of what's going on outside through the door gap, and a better view for the girls. With furtive glances, I checked the mirror for movement outside the bathroom. With every passing second, my excitement grew with the possibility that someone would now see me doing my laundry bare assed. Being seen washing clothes naked aroused me more than being seen naked in the shower, possibly because this was normally not an activity done in the nude in the clothed world we live in. I noticed Kelly and Emily passing the door several times. To encourage them to look, I fully focused my eyes on the clothes in the sink. I could hear giggling and stifled laughter outside. They sounded so close, and that kept me aroused. No barrier means higher risk, and that invariably led to more intense excitement and pleasure. After what seemed to be hours, but in reality not more than five minutes, I wrung my clothes dry. Now where should I hang my clothes to dry? Leaving my clothes to dry outside, even if overnight, would be a great idea. And the notion that I would have no direct access to my clothes aroused me. I've always harbored this fantasy that I would be forced to be completely naked where I should not be, with no control to when I could wear clothes again. I did not bother to dry myself. I simply wrapped myself in Kelly's towel and left the bathroom with my clothes in my hands. My erection, though not as hard as before, still managed to create a visible tent under the towel. Emily and Kelly were chatting near the foot of the staircase to the bedroom upstairs as I went past them to open the door. "You're going out?" Emily asked. She could not take her eyes off the bulge in the towel. The towel was not too thick, and you could easily make out the mould of my cock straining against it. It was obvious that I had nothing else on under the towel. "Like that?" Kelly chimed in, her eyes also glued to my semi-erect member. "I've washed my clothes. Thought I'd leave them out there to dry for the night," I said, getting more aroused with every word I said and letting the implications swirl wildly in my mind, and theirs. "You don't expect me to wear these clothes, do you? I may get a chill." "Sure, better naked than sick." Emily said, laughing. "We have a practice session the day after tomorrow, you know." She was referring to our mixed volleyball practice. Kelly grinned, not taking her attention away from my cock. I smiled to myself. They must have seen me totally naked in the bathroom. And they seemed to be encouraging me to see how far I would go. "Oh!" Kelly said suddenly. "What is it?" Emily asked, startled. "He doesn't have a clean set of clothes to wear!" Kelly said. "That's no problem," I said, perhaps too quickly. "Yeah," Emily said with a sly look on her face. "He will enjoy wearing your towel. In fact I think he is having a good time with it right now." Before I could reply, Kelly said, "I have a sundress -." "You're not kidding me, are you?" Emily cut her off laughing. "Mark can't wear any of our clothes. He'll tear them if he does." To me she added, "And you don't want to cross-dress, do you?" "Don't worry, girls," I said, grinning at the implications Emily was driving towards. "I'll make do with the towel. It's more than enough for me." The girls giggled at this. Emily said, "So what's just enough for you?" I gave her a dirty look, but did not answer her. I was secretly having a ball with the conversation. I was getting aroused by the direction it was taking, and the possibilities it opened up. I stepped outside into the cool night air. The combined feeling of the cool air and the water droplets on my body made me feel good to be bare-bodied. I wished I didn't have to wear the towel at all. After I'd hung my clothes, I went back inside, closing the door behind me. My cock was still protesting against the material of the towel, although less insistently than before. "Don't bolt the door," Kelly said. "Why not?" I asked, not that I wanted to bolt it anyway. "June will be back later," Kelly said. "She's gone to send Lisa and Gary home." If there was anyone wilder than Emily, it would be June. June was the captain of the volleyball team. She was a take-charge kind of person. The night was promising to get better - if I had the energy to last until June returned. Wearing only the towel, I sat down to chat with the girls for a while. Many times, I caught them trying to look up my towel even though I could tell they were trying to do the impossible from their angles. Damn, if they only knew I had a better show in store for them later, they need not have bothered to strain their inquisitive little eyes now. For some reason, the topics brought up had nothing to do with my state of undress. Even the earlier teasing was not followed through. Having wound down from my arousal, I got tired pretty fast. I also began to realize my head was throbbing from the effect of the beers and stuff. It was getting too late, and I figured June wasn't going to turn up. I told the girls I was going to turn in for the night. "Going to bed so soon?" Emily asked. "My head will explode if I don't lie down soon," I said. "Four cans of beer, and you're done in," Emily said. "You're pathetic." Whatever, I thought. I was sure I had more than that, plus plenty of wine and vodka. But I wasn't about to argue with them. I knew Emily loved to have the last word. I left the girls and made my way upstairs to the bedroom. "Your towel is damp," I heard Emily call out after me. "You sure you want to sleep in it?" Wow, did that that wake me up! That was a veiled challenge. Should I take it up or call her bluff? I could hear them slapping their thighs as they laughed out loud at Emily's last words. "Do I have a choice?" I said. I could barely make out someone saying, "Sure," in between giggles. I began to get aroused by Emily's dare. I always slept naked at home, so my first instinct was to unwrap the towel once I got into the bedroom. I pictured them discovering me sleeping without a stitch on. My dick stiffened at that thought. My heart beat faster as I deliberated. On or off? My brain was undecided, but my cock had already made up its mind. What the hell, any direction was better than none. With my breathing getting a tad heavier, I released the tucked-in catch holding the towel to my body. My cock sprang to full attention the moment it was free of restraint. I could feel the cool air rush to softly caress my cock and balls. That felt incredibly good! The sound of the girls chatting and giggling away below added to my excitement. Not to mention the fact that I had no access to my clothes. I wrapped my fingers around my dick, giving it a little warm pleasure. I was pretty horny by now, and my cock had staged a coup, forcibly relieving my brain from its thinking role. Where should I leave the towel? I scanned the room quickly for options. There were two beds in the room - one single bed and one double bed. The single bed was set in a corner. Just above the side of it was a small window that looked out to the floor below where the girls were chatting. The double bed stood against the back wall of the room. Anyone opening the door would immediately see the foot of this bed. A wooden wardrobe facing the double bed took up another corner of the room. Next to it was a table with two chairs. This table set was right behind the door, meaning if anyone opened the door, she wouldn't be able to see it unless she made the extra effort to look behind the door. Just above the table was a window with curtains. The girls' overnight bags were on the floor right next to the table. A row of clothes hooks lined the door. What the hell, I thought. I draped the towel on the back of one of the chairs. I had thought of leaving the towel outside the door, but that might not look natural. In my state of arousal, I touched my engorged dick again, letting my fingers tease the soft skin of my cock head and its sensitive underside. I was about to turn off the light when I thought about it. It would be a waste to let them see me in the dark. Ultimately, I wanted to be totally exposed with nothing, not even darkness, as my cover. My God, my exhibitionist side was getting the better of me. I left the light on and lay face up completely naked on the cover of the single bed, letting my hard on subside after the excitement. More excitement would come, I thought. I shut my eyes to the view of the bright ceiling light, my head still throbbing from the tons of alcohol I'd had. I'd meant to wait up for the girls to see their reaction to finding me 'sleeping' naked, but before I knew it, I'd fallen asleep. ********** A wave of pleasurable sensation woke me up. Without opening my eyes, I could feel a hand - not mine - running up and down my already hard cock. Another hand teased my fully exposed cock head. This had to be the best way to wake up. That was before I discovered the greater pleasure of getting a blowjob wake up call, which would not happen until some years later. "See how hard he is," I heard Emily say. "Wanna play with it?" "You're sure he won't wake up?" Kelly asked, giggling a little. "Look, you've seen how long I've been playing with him. If he isn't up by now, he's probably going sleep through this." Just as she finished speaking, I felt her fingers leave my cock head to lightly run over my balls. In my wound up state, and despite the fact that I had only just woken up, that had to be the killer move. My whole body jerked involuntarily with pleasure. Emily's hands left my cock and balls in an instant. I could have sworn I would have cum had Emily's fingers not left when they did. Thinking back, I figured Emily must have spent a good amount of time having fun with my fully exposed cock before I woke up. "Huh," I mumbled, opening my eyes. My cock was still twitching by itself from the orgasm that almost made it. I was that close. For a moment, I did not dare move my body in case I came. A sizeable amount of pre-cum oozed furiously from my cock tip. They covered their mouths and gasped. Surprised at being found out, I guessed. They didn't run. That was an encouraging sign. "What's going on?" I asked, pretending not to notice I was completely on display for their - and my - benefit. I propped myself up on my elbows as I spoke. "Oh, I'm sorry," said Emily, recovering first to speak. "We didn't mean to wake you." "Don't worry about it," I said stupidly. "It happens." My dick was fully awake, but my brain was not yet fully functional. I was stark naked with a throbbing hard-on, yet I deliberately made no mention of any of it. I was hoping they would bring up the topic first. Since they were still there, they had to be enjoying what they saw, and they were not finished with me yet. I'm probably not wrong to say there were three excited souls in that room. "We found you sleeping naked," Emily said, answering my prayer. The huge smile on her face was not lost on me. Kelly still had not found her tongue. "Oh, yeah," I said, giving them a so-what-about-it look. "I sleep naked all the time. It's really comfortable and relaxing. You should try it." As I spoke, I made no attempt to cover any of my nakedness. Beneath their nervous giggles, I could see them holding back, yet wanting more. At least, that was what I thought. At this point, I noticed they had the fresh scent of shower gel and their hair looked like it had just been blown dry. They had just showered, meaning they must have seen me lying there naked when they came up to get their change of clothes. Every inch of my body had been on display to their probing eyes for God knows how long. Kelly was in pretty much the same look as before, but Emily has changed into a cami top through which I could see her braless nipples screaming for attention. I must be in heaven. Seeing their lovely tanned and athletic bodies at such intimate range while I had nothing to cover my total nakedness with only made me more horny. "You also sleep with a hard on," Emily pointed out, returning the serve. The pointed nipples under her top teased me without mercy. "Do I?" I asked. "You sure you didn't have a hand in it?" We all laughed. Good, that broke the tension somewhat. I wanted them to be more comfortable. It would be easier for all if everyone was comfortable. Pushing The Limits "You don't mind sleeping naked?" Kelly asked, finally speaking up. "I mean with other people around?" "Nah, I'm used to it," I said in the most dismissive tone I could muster in the midst of my arousal. Actually I was not used to it. Until then, I had only slept naked in the privacy of my own home without anyone else present. I had let my aching cock control what I said. "I don't even mind if you touched me." I hoped to push exhibitionistic opportunity this further. So far their encouraging responses had only intensified my arousal. This was making me lose what's left of my inhibitions, not that I had much to start with. I could hardly believe I was really talking to two girls completely naked but behaving as if everything was normal. "Go ahead if you want to touch me," I added. I do admit I masturbated regularly, but this was the first time I invited someone else to touch me. My brazen exhibitionism was feeding itself. And that aroused me so much that I badly wanted to touch myself if no one else did it soon. "Go ahead," Emily said to Kelly, at the same time pushing her hand out. Kelly pulled back, unsure. "Don't worry," I smiled, arousing myself with my daring encouragement. Actually I wasn't sure whether it took more guts to remain calm when on full naked display or to play with a naked man's cock and balls. Looking at Emily, I added, "I love your handiwork." She smiled, "Anytime." Her eyes were focused on my throbbing member, slowly calming down from the edge of orgasm just moments earlier. Instinctively, I wrapped my fingers around my naked cock to give it a little boost of pleasure. My swollen glans bulged with indescribable pleasure. "You're leaking lots," Kelly said. Sure enough, my pre-cum had run down the length of my cock and formed a small pool at its base. And before I could say anything, Kelly reached forward and closed her cold fingers around my cock. She applied just the right amount of pressure to catapult me to heaven. And she rubbed the pre-cum slowly all over my shaft, paying special attention to the cock head. She must have done this before, I thought. My bone-hard cock was at the total mercy of her expert touch. "Is that how you do it?" Kelly asked. Before I could answer, Emily said, "That's right. They all love it this way." Words of experience, I thought. "Oh yeah," I said. "You're rubbing me right. Don't stop." Encouraged, Kelly increased the speed on my cock, sliding easily with the help from my steady supply of pre-cum. Oh boy, my pleasure was building up more intensely than I bargained for. My feet would buckle if I had been standing. "Do you masturbate?" Emily asked - almost too sweetly - as she slid her hand under my balls and teased them softly with her fingers. Fuck, that was good! It was that same move that made me almost cum just moments earlier. I didn't care to behave composed anymore. In fact, I couldn't - not with two hot girls massaging my cock and balls. "Oh yeah, all the time," I moaned in my rising sexual frenzy. "Show us," Kelly said, slowly sliding her hand off my glistening cock. Emily also withdrew her hand, but not before giving my aching balls a pleasurable squeeze. I felt nothing but incredible feelings of extreme pleasure. They exchanged knowing glances, as if they had planned all this beforehand. I was in no state of mind to argue. I needed release really soon. Showing my completely naked body to the girls aroused me beyond words. And I was ecstatic they had done their part visually and physically to bring me to the edge of intense pleasure. "You guys are really talented," I said appreciatively. Maybe they did not hear me, because they did not respond, and their eyes betrayed their single-minded pursuit of seeing me cum. Taking over where they left off, I wrapped my throbbing cock with one hand and massaged my balls with the other. Everything there was hard and tight. I pumped my cock faster and increased the pressure on my balls. I was getting really close. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes, moaning in pleasure. I opened my eyes a little to see Emily reached under her top and shorts to touch her tits and pussy as she watched me. Kelly simply watched my performance. I was living my exhibitionist fantasy - masturbating openly in full view of my friends. A couple of times, I eased off when I was on the verge of cumming. I always do this to heighten my pleasure and the force of ejaculation when I finally come. Sometimes, I inadvertently go past the point of no return, but not that night. That night, I already had two major erections without cumming. I was already primed for a mind-blowing orgasm. I slid my hand up and down my all-wet shaft rapidly, hurtling to an all-powerful climax in front of my audience. I could hold it no more. The waves of ecstasy pounded me with so much force that I jerked my whole body up with concentrated pleasure. A couple of shots landed as far as my chin. I kept on pumping my cock as I ejaculated, prolonging my pleasure. I wanted to squeeze out the last drop of cum. My cock continued to spasm after all the semen had been ejaculated, reluctant to let the pleasure subside. That was fucking awesome. I let go of my genitals and rested with my eyes closed as I felt my breathing return to normal. "Was that educational, or was that educational?" I heard Emily say after a long silence. "I've read about it, but I've never seen it," Kelly said. "And now, I've seen it live." I opened my eyes. They were both grinning. Emily was not playing with herself anymore. "Thank you for the demo," Kelly said. "The pleasure was all mine," I said gratefully. "Believe me." "Looking at the way you came, I believe you," Emily said. Did I detect a feeling of unfulfilled longing? I smiled. "Let me know if you need my help anytime." "What help?" she asked in surprise, turning a little red and backing off slightly. Kelly watched us in bemusement, but obviously Emily knew what I was talking about. I decided not to push it too much. She could look for me if she wanted to. "Never mind," I said with a laugh, getting up. "I'm going to clean up." As I passed them totally naked, I reminded Emily softly, "Anytime." She smacked my tight bare butt playfully in response. I cleaned myself up in the shower downstairs. By the time I'd finished, Kelly and Emily had turned off the light and gotten into the double bed. I lay down completely naked on my bed cover, letting the comforting, cool air lull me to back to dreamland. Pushing the Limits The red circle on the calendar caught my attention as I drank my morning cup of tea. Seven pm was scrawled in big red letters across the box in Scott's boxy printing. Today. He had wanted a special date night, and we had both waited for the day for the last two weeks. I turned away from the calendar and per our agreement, I began my Friday in front of the computer, searching out the hottest, most erotic bondage stories I could find. "To get me in that frame of mind." Most of the smut was a total turn off to me, a few I found were ok, but I could have written them better. One was hot. I read it over and over again and then sent it to him at work. "What do you think of this one?" I typed. Satisfied that I fulfilled my part of the agreement, I signed off and went to go shower. The hot water spraying my back tickled my senses and tingled my core. My back and shoulders were always sensitive. I stood under the spray, feeling the water dance along my skin, shivering ever so slightly at the sensations. Carefully I shaved everything, enjoying the gliding strokes of the razor along my tender skin. I always loved the sensation of being smooth, and carefully ran the pads of my fingers over my mound to check for any stray hairs. I moved on to my long curly hair, shampooing the flowery scent into my scalp, rinsing and repeating. Once I had rinsed out the suds, I deep conditioned my hair. Having thick, long curls, just hair care alone was time consuming. Before the water got cold, I quickly squirted my favorite scented shower gel onto a poofy sponge and suds from my neck down. I loved the feeling of the silky bubbles sliding down my wet skin. Satisfied I was squeaky clean from head to toes, I turned off the rapidly cooling water and stepped out into the steam filled room. Wrapped snuggly in a fluffy towel, I sat back at the computer to check my messages. Scott wrote, "Hot...I want you to go shopping for something sexy at the sex shop and wear it tonight." I smiled and typed a quick message, "Looking forward to this." I went to my room and applied a generous amount of my favorite lotion all over my skin, slowly rubbing it in, admiring my body, running my hands up and down every inch, wishing it were his hands. I dressed, matching black lace lingerie, my favorite pair of jeans, and a cute black and purple blouse. I rand a pick through my hair air and let it dry into tight ringlets, as I applied some make up. Satisfied I looked presentable enough to spend a day shopping, I left the house and headed to the nearest adult store. I had been in once or twice with Scott, but I had never purchased anything myself. The shop was large, and tastefully arranged. I walked directly to the side of the store with the clothes and ignored the rest. The sales lady came up within minutes to ask if I needed help with anything. "I'm looking for something for tonight. My husband is taking me out to a special dinner and asked me to wear something sexy." "Did you have anything in mind?" She asked. She seemed totally comfortable in the store, not embarrassed in the slightest to work in such a place. "Not really." I mumbled, feeling my cheeks flush when the guy over by the movies noticed me. "That's ok...I can help you find something you will both enjoy. Do you prefer the feeling of lace or silk?" "Both really...but silk is nice." I tried on several of her choices before we finally settled on a black caged corset teddy. The back was mostly open, save for a few strategically placed pieces of string, criss crossing my back and lifting my bum. The front was tastefully both revealing and covered just enough, cupping my breasts, and leaving my waist and ribs bare. Essentially the front was a corset style laced three-inch wide strip of fabric going down my torso to between my legs. The bottom part was crotch less, which I felt odd in, but I knew Scott would love. "This looks great on you!" The sales lady said. "I like it too." "Do you have a dress to go with it?" "Not yet. That's my next stop." She rang up my purchase and gave me a little wink as I walked out. I blushed, but smiled. She was nice. I found a nice little clingy red and black cocktail dress at the next store that accentuated my bust but didn't make me look too hippy. With straps in strategic places and a full back, when I wore it, there gave no hint at what was underneath, so the teddy would be a surprise. I was both excited and nervous on my way home. The shopping had eaten up most of my day and it wouldn't be too long before Scott would return home. I spent the rest of the afternoon restless, constantly watching the clock. I tried to read, but threw the book across the room. Eventually it was time to get dressed and I took my packages to the bedroom and dressed carefully, as to not tear the expensive fabrics. I twirled around in the mirror a few times and giggled. Just wearing the outfit made me feel bold and daring. "Hi sexy lady." Scott came up behind me and nuzzled my neck. I hadn't even heard him come home. "Hi, you like?" I asked, turning around a few times for him to see. "Oh yeah..." He smiled. He hooked his finger and motioned for me to come to him again. I stepped into his arms and he kissed me, soft and gentle at first, then harder and more demanding, until we were both gasping for air. "I picked up a little something at the store today myself." He said, separating us. There was a bag at his feet. "Let me see!" I said excitedly. I sat down on the bed and peeked in the bag. I couldn't tell what it was, so I dumped it out on the bed. It was a package of black straps and pink cuffs. He bought restraints, a small toy and a large bottle of lube. I knew in an instant what he wanted for tonight. I glanced up at him. "I'm not sure about this." I said softly. He knelt in front of me and took my hands. "I know you're nervous. That's ok...but please, for me, can you try it tonight? I promise I won't hurt you." I took a deep breath and looked back at him. I loved those eyes...so gentle and passionate. For him, I would try. I nodded. "Ok, I'll try." My voice was shaky. He smiled and gently took my face in his hands and kissed me again. "That's all I ask." We went to dinner at our favorite Italian place. It was a small building, but tastefully decorated and cozy. The food was wonderful. We laughed and talked, teased and flirted with each other. Throughout the night, Scott kept his hand on my leg, gently caressing my knee and lower thigh, right where the bottom of the dress lay against my skin. I could feel my skin getting hotter at his touch, and wishing he would sneak his hand a bit higher. By the end of the dinner, my pussy ached to be touched by his roaming hand, and I think he knew it. We walked out of the restaurant and I breathed a contented sigh. The cool night air felt wonderful on my hot skin, and the breeze went up my skirt to tickle my bare flesh. Once we got in the car, he kissed me, forcing my mouth to open under his probing tongue. I couldn't resist pulling him to me more, my fingers raking through his hair. He kissed the shell of my ear, and nipped at my earlobe. I shivered a bit and pulled his head down to my breasts. He bit through the material and snagged a nipple with his teeth. I moaned when he scrapped it against his teeth and sucked hard, leaving a wet spot on my dress. A wave of desire pooled in my womb and my breath hitched. I could feel myself getting wetter against the leather seat. His hand roamed lower, back to my thigh. Impatiently he pushed my dress up and saw my dripping pussy, uncovered and swollen with arousal. "Oh my god! That's so hot!" Scott kissed me hard, and teased my pussy with his finger, rubbing in circles gently, running his finger up and down to gather my juices. I moaned and lifted my hips to his hands. His finger found my clit peeking out and pressed and rubbed until I nearly screamed, right on the edge of an orgasm. Just one more touch would have done it, but he moved his hand away quickly, and I almost came anyway. I was panting, holding onto his shoulders, leaning against him. "Baby, please..." I whispered in the dark of the car. "Let's go home." "When we get home, you're mine!" He growled in my ear. All the way home, I hand my hand on his cock, rubbing and squeezing gently. I could feel him pulse and harden under my fingers, to the point where I could hardly get my hand all the way around him. He was dripping wet through his slacks. At the stop light before our house, he groaned, deep and low and pulled my hand away. "Honey, you're going to make me cum." He whispered, kissing my palm. "Tonight is supposed to be about you." "I want to touch you." I said, pouting. "You will...another time." He said. We barely got inside the house before he slammed me up against the door and kissed me, pulling my dress up to expose part of my outfit and my wet pussy. He pulled at my clit, making me gasp and moan, and slid one finger deep inside me. I moaned, waiting for him to move his finger. Instead he pulled it out and tasted it. "Yum." He winked at me. "Tonight, you're my dessert." He stripped the dress off, pulling it over my head, until I stood in the teddy, fully aware of his gaze moving up and down. "I like it." He said. "How do I get it off of you?" He growled against my lips, his large hand roaming over my back and bottom. "I don't know. Leave it on." I suggested. I kissed him, rubbing my hands along his crotch, until I cupped his balls, and squeezed gently. He pulled my hand away, picked me up and kissed me over and over on the way to our room. Gently he deposited me on the bed, and rolled me over to my stomach, so that he could fully appreciate the openness of the back of my outfit. He played with the strings, rubbing his fingers along the lines, tugging here and there, sliding his fingers under each one, pulling up on them and letting them snap back down, the entire time, kissing and nibbling my shoulders, back and butt, until I was wiggling for more. He wouldn't let me turn over. Instead he pulled out the straps and began putting them on me. "Scott...I don't know if I like this." I said, pulling my arm away. "Trust me, you will LOVE this." He smiled. "I'll go slow and gentle." He promised. He held out his hand, waiting for me to offer my wrist to him to shackle. For one long moment, I considered refusing, but I saw the look in his eyes...the hope, the love. I was scared, but at the same time, I NEEDED to do this, for both of us. I took a deep breath and slowly let it out, and gave him my hand. He kissed my palm as he buckled the Velcro around my wrist. "Thank you." He whispered. "Don't hurt me." I said softly, trembling slightly. I let him tie my other hand. "I won't." He promised. "Relax." I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, evenly, in and out, until my body stilled under his touch. He pulled my legs wide and moved me where he wanted me before he secured the straps. I found myself strapped to our bed, on my stomach, my wrists strapped in front of me so that I could lean forward on my elbows and my legs pulled wide, on my knees, my ankles shackled. Stripped from my dress, Scott got the full view of my sexy back and behind wrapped for him like a present. In that revealing position, my pussy was in full view and still wet and dripping. I could feel the heat of his gaze on my skin. He moved so that I was in a position to watch him undress, his eyes burning into mine as he carefully unbuttoned his shirt, one slow movement at a time. "You look so sexy baby, all spread out for me like that." He said, dropping his shirt from his wide shoulders. "How do you feel?" "I'm ok." I said softly, pulling at the restraints a little. "No...tell me how you feel about being tied...what do you feel." He demanded. I thought about it for a second. "I'm a little nervous. I feel kind of light headed, but not in a bad way." He nodded. "Why are you nervous?" He removed his pants and boxers. I took in a sharp breath when I saw how large and aroused he already was. "Because I don't know what you're going to do." I said simply. "You know how I feel about this." I said. He knew what my ex had done, how he had hurt me. "Do you trust me?" "You know I do, or I wouldn't have let you do this." I said, wiggling the restraints. "Then you have nothing to fear." Scott crawled on to the bed and came up behind me. I could feel the heat of his body radiating against my skin as he knelt over me. The front of his thighs rested against the back of mine as he leaned forward, gently pressing my shoulders and head down into the mattress, which pulled on the leg restraints when my butt lifted farther into the air. "Relax baby...I'll make you feel good." He whispered against my back, one hand snaking around to play and tease my nipples. The familiar heat ran through my body as my nipples hardened against his hands. I could feel the heavy length of his arousal against my bottom, and for and instant, I stiffened. He felt my muscles bunch under him and he sighed. "I'm not him, sweetie...please trust me." He kissed the back of my neck, and slowly moved his lips down my spine, kissing and licking, until I relaxed against him. Only then did he pinch my nipples again, and I moaned. He moved so that he was up on his knees behind me, his hands roaming over my overly sensitive shoulders, down the center of my back, over my ribs, and down my hips. His hands gently caressed my ass, kneading the soft flesh, pulling them apart and squeezing them back together again. His fingers trailed over the back of my thighs, down to my knees. I wiggled. He knew how ticklish they were. I shivered. Slowly his hands worked over all my muscles, relaxing me. His fingers skimmed the undersides of my breasts, tickling and teasing the sensitive spots around my ribs as he worked his hands lower. He circled my bellybutton, moving his hands to the crease between my fleshy mound and my hips. I gasped at the tickling sensation so close to where I wanted his hands, and arched back a bit, hoping his fingers would go to my throbbing clit. He chuckled, and palmed my mound, grinding his hand against me. "That's it baby, go with it." I rocked back against his hand as much as I could in the restraints, loving the friction. I was getting wet pressing my clit against his fingers. Slowly he adjusted his hand so that first one, then two fingers slid inside me the next time I rocked back, his thumb settling over my clit. I moaned at the stretching sensation and held still for a moment, my head hanging down. Slowly he circled my clit, flicking it from side to side, until I cried out and squeezed his fingers inside me. After all the teasing in the car, and his roaming hands, I was close. I could feel the delicious tension gathering in my center, and I gasped and arched back, driving his fingers deep. Suddenly he moved, taking his fingers away. I groaned, whipping my head around. "Where are you going?" I demanded. "You'll see." Was all he said. I lay with my head down on the bed. A minute later I felt him behind me. He spread my legs wider, and without warning, his hot tongue danced on my clit, sucking and pulling, circling and stabbing. He must be on his back...my last coherent thought before I shuddered and cried out my pleasure, arching my back. He sucked once, twice, and I came hard, gushing and pulsing on his tongue. Usually he let me calm down but this time he never stopped. Scott wrapped both hands around my hips to hold me still and continued to tease me. I could do nothing to squirm away. I was at his mercy, and he had none...the storm build up fast inside me, and I came again as the waves crested and crashed over me. I moaned, long and low, shaking. Before I became fully aware of myself, I heard the buzzing noise and felt a massive jolt against my bare pussy. "OH...OH GOD!" He put the toy against my oversensitive clit and held my hips still. I arched and bucked and screamed at the powerful sensation dancing on my clit. I wiggled, panting and growling until he pulled the toy away and licked up my juices. I gasped and moaned, feeling him lick one long rasp up and back down again. My pussy ached from the pleasure and I knew I was more than ready for him, and told him so. "Not yet baby...I'm not done with you yet." He chuckled. He put the toy against my clit again, just for a second and then took it back. I gasped and wiggled. Over and over he put the toy against me, and took it away again...teasing me higher, but never quite enough to climax. "Oh...Scott...please...no more." I begged, when he hit my clit again, this time circling the toy over it slowly. He never removed it, and pressed in when I tried to buck it away. The pleasure was so intense, pulling at me, that it almost hurt. "Oh...nononono...not again!" I cried. Electricity boiled through me. I threw my head back and groaned and hissed, my whole body shook with the force of the orgasm ripping through my body as I pulled against the restraints to get away. I rode the wave and screamed once, sharply as I came against the toy. I was trapped. I moaned repeatedly, my legs and arms shaking uncontrollably as the buzzing continued. Finally he pulled the toy away, and I was able to take a deep, shuddering breath. "Baby...talk to me...are you ok?" His hands caressed my bottom, and I could feel his warm breath on my pussy. "Uh huh." I gasped. I couldn't speak. He licked me slowly, and brought one finger to my little ass, tickling all around it. I squirmed instinctively. "Relax honey...don't resist me." He whispered. Slowly I felt him press inward, my juices more than enough lubrication for his finger. He held his finger still, just pressing there, circling, until I relaxed against him, and his finger slipped inside a little, just enough to feel the pressure. "How does that feel baby?" He asked, he licked my slit up over my clit and back down, pushing his tongue inside me as he wiggled his finger a little. I moaned. "Use your words." He said. "Tell me." "Good...it feels good." I gasped. He pushed his finger in a little, then back out, over and over, while he licked my clit, and sucked, swirling his tongue. I bucked and cried out. The pressure felt different, but not painful, and somehow enhanced what he did with his tongue. I rocked on his finger, shuddering and whimpering at the sensations all in the same area. He brought the toy up again, and held it against my ass, right between where my pussy and ass met. That was all it took. I exploded on his face, shrieking, my cries muffled by a pillow. Before I realized it, he had lubed the small toy and began inserting it into my ass. It was a small toy, so I felt the pressure of it, but no real pain as it slid inside. I was still coming down from my massive orgasm when he slid one finger inside my pussy and I could feel both sensations at once. "Fuck!" I growled, squeezing my ass tight around the toy. Every muscle was trembling, and I felt dizzy and light headed. In and out his finger moved, pressing his finger upward. I moaned, squeezing him tight. Slowly he began to move both the vibrator in my ass and his fingers. The feeling was amazing! I began to shake harder...my whole body overwhelmed with sensation after sensation, my cries getting louder and sharper, until tears rolled down my face. I gasped and panted, shaking. He pushed me farther, moving his fingers harder inside me, pressing rhythmically up against me. I howled, long and loud and squirted, pushing his fingers out of me. Immediately he latched onto my clit and rasped it with his tongue, sucking rhythmically as the massive orgasm rode from peak to peak. He moved the vibrator in and out of my ass as I rocked back helplessly, my mind gone, but my body begging for more. Pushing the Limits Eventually I came down, totally spent, his tongue and fingers stilled under me, but he left the vibrator in my ass. It buzzed quietly, causing little ripples of aftershocks through my body. He wiggled down, and moved from underneath me. Even if I could have moved, I wouldn't have. I had no strength left, my arms and legs weak and shaking. I could barely turn my head to speak. "Baby...that was wonderful." I gasped. "We aren't done." He said. He sounded desperate, determined, and I could tell he was at his limit of self control. He came up to kneel behind me. I felt the thick head of his cock press against my wet lips. He slid is slowly, one tight inch at a time. I moaned and rocked back onto his rock hard pole. It felt wonderful having something so big inside me after all that teasing. I could feel the vibrations in my ass, coupled with the tight feel of him inside my pussy, and I knew another wave was building, more massive than any of the others before. "Oh...Scott!" I squeezed him tight. "Fuck me...please..." I begged, beyond caring. I never felt anything so good in my life. "Oh..baby, this feels amazing!" He gasped above me. He pulled back and slid in, pressing deep against me. It wasn't long before we moved together, me rocking back hard into his cock, him slamming as hard as he could into me. Faster and harder, we both moved, frantic, our cries and moans filling the room. I felt him tighten in me, getting larger and I cried out, "Now! Please...Now!" He slammed into me hard, pressing against my cervix. I felt every muscle in my body tighten and I seized up, convulsed, and exploded on his cock as he spurted load after load inside me, his own cries and mine mixing together in harmony. I came down slowly, crying in pure ecstasy, shaking uncontrollably as he slipped out of me and rested on top of me. "Baby?" He moved quickly to undo the Velcro straps from the cords, so that I was loose but still had them wrapped around my wrists and ankles. Slowly he removed the vibrator from my ass, and gathered me in his arms. I was still shaking, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Honey, are you ok? Did I hurt you?" He kissed my cheeks. "Talk to me!" He said. He looked so concerned. I shook my head, and smiled. I was so overwhelmed with everything, I couldn't even speak. My whole body was shaking and humming. "Thank you." I whispered, curling my head to his chest. "Thank you." "Baby, it was my pleasure." He chuckled and just held me until I calmed down. "I love you." He kissed my lips tenderly. We drifted off to sleep, and I knew I was safe, wrapped in his arms. I slept soundly, deeply, secure and finally, at peace. Pushing the Limits Another of my typical beach outings. A day to enjoy my "hobby." I actually look forward to the long drive to out of the way beaches, the anticipation, the build-up, to going where I know the spots that are un-officially clothing-optional. I find them on the internet forums, and the people I meet give me more information about when and where to go if you enjoy going nude or wearing extremely brief swimwear. The drive is usually a "self-dare." I drive the whole way in nothing but my thong swimsuit, or some really short shorts. Most people don't even notice, but some do. I have fun with people's reactions. When I need gas, I get out and pump the gas in my thong. Everyone notices that. Pay-at-pump is one of the world's greatest inventions for me... When I arrive, I am always "on the edge." I'm so aroused from wearing that tiny thong in a semi-public situation, and I'm dying to get into a totally public situation. Walking down a crowded beach in a string thong gets me so hot. Especially, when I get a lot of glances at my bulging package, and my tanned ass. I know it's sad and pathetic to some, even perverted to others. A lot of people flat out ask me if I'm gay, then it seems they only disapprove because I'm not! Some people giggle. Sometimes a teen aged girl will sneak up and take a quick picture with her cell phone. I fucking love it. Anyway, it's legal, it makes me feel good, and a lot of people actually like it - or at least are amused by it. It's a surprisingly good ice breaker when meeting women on the beach. It's like some are pulling for me against all the jerks in long baggy "board shorts." I love it when a woman openly stares at me in front of her boyfriend or husband. And yes, I almost always get a hard on, and I want people to notice. This time, I walked along the crowded section of the beach on a long walk to a secluded section where I've heard people go "skinny dipping." I got in the water every so often to keep my thong wet and clinging. As I walked I smiled, and greeted everyone I passed. I always do. Most people just smile back. I'm still amazed at all the people who seem un-phased a guy in a string thong. Approaching the secluded part of the beach. I left home 4 or 5 hours ago for this. The guy on the thong forum said you wade into the water, climb up on some rocks and make your way along a narrow path. This is where the skinny dippers come to play. Many arrive by boat. Most days, it's sort of quiet, but some days - like today - there's a party atmosphere. The boaters usually have beer, wine, or margaritas, and bring the party girls and guys. I slipped off my thong and started walking toward some people standing by two boats tied off to some mangrove trees. It's such an absolute thril...my cock stiffening in the breeze as I walk. Am I insane? Getting closer, I noticed one woman was topless, but everyone else was in a swimsuit. I never like to be the first or only nude person in a crowd....well - I take that back. I actually LOVE to be the first and only nude person...it's just that sometimes I'm worried that someone might complain, or have kids around, etc. So, I decided to put my thong back on for the time being. Although, none of the men were in speedos or thongs, I felt comfortable wearing my thong. It covers everything that I'm legally supposed to cover. I'll wear a thong or rio-style bikini to any beach. I'm over that fear. It's not against the law and people here in Florida expect to see "that guy" once in a while. Sometimes, I wear what amounts to a g-string to places where I know it's legal and not a total shock to anyone. As I got closer, I said hello to everyone. The group looked like they were all together and not an impromptu gathering. The woman that was topless had her bikini top back on. These people were friendly enough, but I got the vibe that they didn't want "that guy" hanging around. I don't necessarily think they were rednecks, but they didn't seem like the sort who would accept a strange guy in a thong right away. So, I kept walking and saw a few more people, spread out, soaking up the sun on their towels. Not a party crowd, but any people at all was a good sign to me. I didn't see anyone to chat up, so I took off my pack pack and set up my towel near some girls who had smiled at me when I said hello. Still not sure if the nude thing was going to happen today. Nobody else was nude, and the only topless women were laying on their stomachs - not really topless. I did notice a few guys in speedos - they were either foreign, or gay, I thought! So I laid out for a while in my thong. My erection came back, so I went in the water for a dip which is also a good excuse/chance to maybe strike up a conversation with someone. The area is not really a "beach" it has rocks and brushy areas, with some large patches of sand. My friend on the forum said if you feel like exploring you can usually find someone nude, jerking off or fucking in the more secluded patches. My goal was to relax, hopefully get a rush out of exposing myself to some attractive women, and maybe sneak away for a nice jerk-off session. I'm not opposed to hooking up, but I don't actively seek hook ups. If I meet a woman and get a good conversation going, I usually try to set up a "beach date" with her especially if she doesn't mind hanging out with "that guy" in the thong. Some of these conversations and dates will make good stories for futures posts. I decided to literally "test the waters" when I went for a swim. I removed my thong while under the water. Nobody actually saw anything, but I think they were all aware that I was nude. I noticed the girls were observing and smiling. It felt so fucking good. When I got out of the water, I made it point to put my thong back on at the last possible moment. I was hoping they were looking, but I didn't look up. Just as I was thigh-deep in the water, I stepped into my thong and pulled it up over my hard cock. I walked a little closer as I passed the girls I was trying to impress, and they were not shy about looking at my crotch. I smiled and said hello again. They giggled and smiled. Then, I asked one of them if she thought anyone was going to go nude today, and that I was never sure if it was a "clothing optional day" or not. They pointed to an area behind some rocks and said that was where they usually saw people going nude. She said a lot of "pervs" go there, and that they were waiting for some other friends to join them or else they wouldn't go behind the rocks. I told them I was going to go, and hoped that I would see them later. I gathered my towel and back pack, then ventured over behind the rocks. If nothing else, it was a polite way for them to get rid of me. But, I didn't think that was the case. I felt a little bit of a connection with them, I guess because they seemed comfortable with me in a thong. I walked behind the rocks, dropped my stuff, and took off my thong. Nobody was around. I never get tired of THE feeling. Walking nude in the sun, wind, open air. My cock was so stiff it ached. I really wanted to jack off right then and there. That's usually when my judgment gets cloudy... Half an hour later, two guys showed up. They were both wearing speedos. I scrambled and put my thong back on until I could tell if they were cool with me being nude. I said hello to them as they got closer and set up their towels. I got the feeling they were thinking the same thing I was thinking, but I didn't say anything yet. I passed some time by setting my stuff back up. My hard-on had gone down a bit by then, but I was still "adjusting myself" every so often to keep things covered. After a few more minutes, the girl I spoke to came around with her friend. I was laying on my back, and she walked right up to me and said: "I thought you'd be going nude. ha ha." Her friend walked over near the two guys in speedos. I told her: "I was nude for a while, but put my suit back on when those guys showed up. Just in case." She said: "Yeah, my friend said you looked really fidgety in your 'speedo.'" "Oh, really?" my cock was stiffening again... "Yeah. ha ha. You can take it off. We'll be over there, and we won't mind." "Are you going to get nude?" "Maybe. Wait and see." I let her walk a few yards away, then took off my thong again. I waited a minute before looking over at them. They were sitting 20 yards away, and they were all looking at me. I was getting nervous, so I just laid back down for a while. Then, I got up to go cool off in the water. I noticed the two guy were nude and laying down while the two girls sat up talking. The girls were still in their bikinis. I took a quick dip and walked as near as I could without seeming to go out of my way. I asked them if they were having a nice afternoon, and they waved for me to over. When I got there, we all introduced ourselves by first name, and I shook hands with the guys. I could feel all four of them looking at my cock. We were all silent for a few long seconds. Then, one of the girls asked me if I was gay. I laughed nervously, and said that I was not gay. "Bi? ha ha..." "No, sorry...just a plain old straight guy...ha ha" "Well, my friend thinks you're hot and wanted me to ask." "Oh well, I'm flattered. Just the same." At that, everyone laughed. I noticed one of the guys was nonchalantly stroking his cock a little, and it was growing in size. The girl went on to ask if I had been there very often. I crouched down and rested on my knees on the end of her towel, and said: "actually it's my first visit. A friend told me about it." "He didn't come with you?" "No, he actually an internet friend." ( More laughs.) Then, one of the guys said in a surprisingly feminine voice for his looks: "Most men come here to pick up other men, or to hide in the trees and jerk off. Is that what you heard?" "Well, yes. Kind of." "You heard it was a place to pick up guys?" "Yes, but I also heard it was a good place to go nude." "What else did you hear?" "I heard you might 'get lucky' here." "What if you don't get lucky?" "I've been pretty lucky so far." (more laughs) Then, the other girl spoke for the first time: "We like to come out at watch all the gay guys, they are so cute, and we like to watch them make out. ha ha" I then noticed that both guys were playing with their cocks a little, and both just about hard. I was getting hard, too. She said: "Our friend wanted to play around a little bit, do you care?" "No, go for it. I don't mind." One of the guys said: "Are you sure you don't want me to suck you off?" "Oh shit! Well, maybe by one of your two girlfriends here." "They're prudes. They won't even take their bikinis off!" The first guy went down on the other guy's cock right there in front of us all. He didn't waste time and was full on sucking in no time. The second guy put his head back like he was in ecstasy and put his hand on the first guy's cock and started tugging. The second girl said "that is so fucking hot. why don't you get in on it?" I said "I'm not ready for a blow job from a guy! But I am..." The girl poured some baby oil onto the guy's cock, and the tugging became a fast-paced hand job while the one guy kept sucking cock. "You're not getting one of us to suck you, if that's what you are dreaming!" She held the bottle of baby oil out to me and I took it. The girls were both laughing. One said: "Guys are so easy! Go ahead a jerk off if you're too scared to let a guy suck your cock!" The first girl took the bottle of oil, turned it over, and let some oil drip on the head of my cock. "Don't waste it!" I said as I started stroking the oil up and down on my cock: "Oh do you want me to jack off? I can't fucking believe this!" "You know you want to. No, I want to see you 69 Bill, but you can jerk off if you're to scared. I saw how hard you got when you saw them. You know you want in on it." By then I was jacking off with long slow strokes. I wanted to look at the girls, but I kept staring at the guy getting his cock sucked. He looked at me just as he came in the other guy's mouth. Then, he got serious about jerking off the other guy. The girls were looking at me, then them. I was looking at the girls the, the guys. The girls were urging me to cum. Then, the guy getting a handjob shot his load. All four of them were now watching me jack myself off. I couldn't really hear what anyone was saying then. I was suddenly really nervous and I didn't want to lose my orgasm. The second girl grabbed my wrist and forced me to stroke harder and faster. After about 3 or 4 strokes I exploded. --------------------------------- Among my many fetishes, exhibitionism has shaped my life and my lifestyle. My stories are based upon my true-life experiences. I am a shy, introverted person, as I suspect many exhibitionists actually are, and I realized long ago that is connected to why I get an adrenaline rush out of exposing myself. My challenge has always been to fulfill this need in a way that doesn't hurt others, or expose children, etc. I'm only explaining this to give the reading a little background. I encourage you to send me a message or submit comments.