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Exposed

By: 1bihorny



Maybe you can call me weird, I don't know. All I know is that ever since I had my accidental exposure a few years ago, nothing gets me as hard and hot as showing myself off. I guess I should probably start at the beginning. 

A few years ago I was trying on clothes at a local discount clothes store. It was one of those big clearance centers with no frills. The dressing rooms were all along the back wall of the store and had no barriers to provide any privacy besides the actual door. The doors did offer adequate privacy as they were solid from top to bottom. 

Anyway, I was trying on some swimsuits for the upcoming summer season and wanted to make sure that I could get the most flattering fit. I had been working out and dieting like a demon the whole winter and was proud of the chiseled muscles and sharp six pack that I could now display. 

As I tried on suit after suit looking for just that right fit, I began to get frustrated. The inner net lining would not fit properly over top of my boxers. 

After a few minutes struggling to make everything fit smoothly, I shrugged and pulled down my boxers. I guess the only way to get the right fit is to wear them like I'll be wearing them I thought. 

Something about the reflection of my cock bobbing up and down in the mirror began to excite me. Maybe it was the hum of conversation right outside the door, knowing that only a thin door divided my naked body from a crowd of people. I don't know, all I know is that my cock had swelled to its full 8" length in only seconds. I realized that I was horny as hell. 

I couldn't resist and my hands slowly slid down my body. Twisting and pulling on my nipples until they were solid little bullets, then caressing their way down my abdomen and into my tangled web of pubes. 

Grasping my balls with one hand, I spit in my other hand and began rubbing my saliva up and down my cock. 

I was so horny that in a flash my cock was beginning to throb and leak hot sticky pre cum. Shiny and slick from spit and my own hot pre cum, I began to really jack my hand up and down in earnest. 

Staring into the mirror, I watched intently as my hand started to blur up and down my cock.

Suddenly a loud gasp and some laughter crashed through my dazed state of mind! 

Whipping my head to the side, I saw my dressing door wide open with a woman standing in it. From her sorority sweater, I could tell she was from the nearby college but she still did not look like she could be over twenty. 

She had her hands to her face and her chin must've been bruised from hitting the floor. Her eyes were locked on my cock. 

Standing right behind her was a small group of her sorority sisters. This was where I had heard the laughter. Right now none of them were laughing…all eyes were locked on my slick, throbbing cock. 

Thousands of thoughts sped through my mind in an instant. 

I swore I had locked that door. Looking down at the door jamb, I noticed with chagrin that the door knob had the lock pin broken . I guess this is what you get when you shop at cheap stores..

Coming back to the matter in hand both figuratively and literally, something came over me. It was like I was another person. 

The group of college girls had gathered in front of the door and the way they were positioned blocked the view from the rest of the store. 

I don't know what was wrong with me but I became more and more turned on as the girls eyes studied every vein and line of my cock. Instead of instantly deflating, my cock had become even more rigid. I had never been as big or as hard as I now was. Even though all these girls were probably no older than 20, I just couldn't control myself. 

Looking at each girl right in the eye, I swept my hand back down to my cock and began slowly rubbing the hot skin back and forth. 

The girls were mesmerized as they gazed in rapt attention. The pre cum was pouring out of my swollen piss slit at such a fast rate that a few huge drops splattered to the floor. Rubbing the rest into the purple head of my cock brought a gasp from both me and the girls. 

Stroking faster and faster, I began to reach the point of no return. 

By this time the sound of my wet hand moving quickly up and down the shaft of my glistening cock could be clearly heard by each of the girls. Not one of them had been able to rip their eyes away from my cock since this whole event had begun.

Gasping, I began to orgasm right in front of their amazed view. 

Jets of hot cum flew out of me like never before. It shot the few feet separating me from the girls, and splashed on their skirts and shoes and bare legs. 

Spasm after spasm ripped through my body as I shot time after time. Not one of the girls moved a muscle. Cum was slowly dripping down the arm of the closest girl but this did not cause her to take her eyes off of my spurting fountain. 

Just as I was reaching the end of my climax, I heard a booming voice…

"What the hell is going on," 

looking up I saw a huge black man towering over the heads of the girls. His blue windbreaker and hat clearly identified him as store security. 

"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing you sicko?!" 

Gasping I realized that my clothes were in a rumpled pile in the far corner of the dressing room and I didn't even have anything to cover myself with. I tried to cover my cock with my hand even as my final few spurts of cum jetted out and oozed between my fingers. The girls scattered and I was left there alone with the security guard and a small group of people who had gathered to see what the excitement was all about. My hand did little to cover my cock that still had not even begun to wilt.

"Get dressed right now," exclaimed the burly guard.

Red with embarrassment I slunk back into the dressing room and pulled my clothes on. The guard grasped my arm roughly and began to guide me through the crowd toward the far corner of the store. Thoughts of public shame and arrest began to pile up in my head. What had I done? 

The guard pushed me into a small room that was crowded with a desk and a number of video monitors. Looking around I saw that just about every area of the store was on display. 

The guard threw me down into a chair and settled into the desk chair. He punched the rewind button on the recorder labeled dressing area and rewound the tape for a brief time. Watching the time monitor he punched the button as it hit the precise time of day that he wanted. Pointing at one of the dusty monitors, he punched play. 

There I was as plain as day surrounded by a group of girls, stroking my cock. 

The camera had caught every detail in stark black and white. The guard stopped the tape and took off his jacket pulling the phone over toward himself. Looking at him closely for the first time, I couldn't help but notice how his t- shirt clung to every rippled muscle of his body. This guy was not only huge but ripped. 

What are you going to do to me I asked in a shaky voice. 

The guard shot back, "I'm not going to do anything but call the cops and let them deal with you." 

Oh God please no I pleaded tears welling in my eyes. I'll be destroyed. Please don't, I'll do anything please don't. 

I was actually on my knees with my hand on his muscular arm begging and pleading. 

I'll do anything you want I repeated over and over. 

With hesitation the guard replaced the phone in its cradle and studied me with an amused look on his face. 

What would it be worth to you if I forgot about this and gave you this tape, he asked. 

Anything you want…anything at all I replied. 

Hmmm…maybe we can come up with some kind of resolution. I get off work at 10, meet me out front promptly or this tape goes directly to the cops and the news people. 

I promise I'll be back I almost yelled as relief shot through my veins. 

Whatever I had to do would be nothing compared to the embarrassment and shame I would have to endure should my little adventure become public. 

Driving home with shaky hands I reviewed the events of the day in my minds eye. I still couldn't believe how excited I had been about masturbating in front of the group of girls. Amazingly, I could feel my cock begin to twitch and grow as I thought back over the day. What was wrong with me? Here I was facing arrest and public humiliation and I still couldn't control the excitement. 

Before I knew it my cock had once again grown to full mast and throbbed with need. This is unreal I thought. I am not going to do anything else to get in trouble today. It was just a little after twelve as I pulled into my driveway. Great almost 10 hours of anticipation and dread. I tried to watch tv but could not get the vivid images of my cock spurting cum onto the shoes and legs of a group of girls out of my head. My cock was raging and leaking pre cum in copious amounts. 

Finally 9 o'clock came around and I could start to get ready to go. I showered and grabbed all the cash I could get my hands on. Money is probably what this guy is going to what I figured. 

As I showered my cock bounced around bobbing up and down. I don't think my cock had shrunk from full mast the whole day. It throbbed almost painfully as I shove it into my boxers and pulled up my pants. Making the half hour drive across town, I couldn't help but pinch and fondle myself through my pants from time to time. I was thankful that I had worn a long shirt that would cover my groin when I stood. The last thing I needed was to show up with a big erection tenting through my pants. 

Pulling into the dark deserted lot I parked and began trudging across the parking lot. My mood had been relief all day but now that I was back and it was time to face up to my punishment dread began to settle into my body. What would keeping my secret cost me? 

Lurking in the shadow by the front door was my security guard. In the dark he looked even more menacing. 

Good thing you're on time he growled . 

I could see a video tape in one hand and surmised that it must be mine. Good at least it appears like he's going to hold up his end of the bargain…now what is my end, I wondered. 

Instead of leading me back into the store as expected he grabbed me and guided me into his pick up truck. He had changed from his security uniform into a skin tight lycra tank top and matching shorts. I couldn't help but notice the bulge of his cock. It looked like it was a monster. 

Pulling out of the lot, the security guard gunned his old truck down the road in the opposite direction of downtown. As we sped off into the deserted night, I began to get worried. Where were we going? What was he going to do with me? 

After what seemed like hours we pulled into an old battered convenience store with a few old rusty gas pumps outside. I could see through the filthy glass store front that there was a young blonde woman standing at the counter. Not another soul was in site. 

The massive guard slid into a dark parking spot near the far corner of the small deserted lot. Grabbing the back of my neck the guard effortlessly pushed my face down into his spandex covered crotch. The lump of his cock pressed against my cheek and I could feel his need in the swelling mass. 

"Ever since I saw you stroking that hot cock of yours, I haven't been able to get you outa my mind," muttered the guard.

"Now you're gonna be my bitch."

Feigning reluctance I slowly began licking my tongue up and down the tight spandex covering his growing manhood. God was he massive. I couldn't believe it as he grew and grew. My saliva soaked through the white spandex of his shorts as I gnawed and licked and sucked at this cock. 

Then "pop" out of the top of his shorts his swollen dripping head protruded. His cock grew and grew until it was well past his belly button. The monster had to be at least 13." His white shorts were so wet from my spit and his pre cum that you could clearly see his cock right through them. Every vein and wrinkle stood out in bold relief. 

Unzipping my pants and pulling my cock out with one hand, I yanked his tight shorts down with the other. There in all its majestic glory was over a foot of rock hard thick black cock. 

I could feel it throbbing and pulsing as I took it in my hand. Licking from his balls all the way up the long hard shaft, I could taste his hot semen as pre cum steadily leaked out of the bulbous tip of his head. Reaching the top of his tower of cock, I took a deep breath and gulped my way down his cock. Halfway down his cock head hit the back of my throat. Taking another deep breath, I swallowed hard forcing his swollen cock deep into the tight ring of muscles in my throat. I milked him with my throat over and over until my need for air overcame my desire for cock. 

Sliding my wet mouth all the way back up that long length of hard cock was heaven….just as the tip of his wet head hit my lips, I took another deep breath and rammed my mouth down again as far as it would go. Over and over my mouth worked the guards hot cock. My own cock was dripping pre cum all over my hand as I feverishly pounded my cock up and down. I could feel the guard's cock swell and his balls start to contract up into his body, so I knew his explosion was imminent. 

With a loud roar he started to spurt jets of hot cum into my eager mouth. He quickly filled my mouth to over flowing and then pulled his spurting cock out of my mouth. 

I swallowed his delicious hot mouthful of cum as he jerked shot after shot of hot cum all over my face and hair. I had never seen anyone cum as much. It seemed like a gallon of hot cum was plastered on my face. My hair was wet and matted to my head, my face was coated with thick globs of hot sticky cum. 

He grabbed my hands and commanded me to not clean myself off. 

"I have something special in mind for you," the guard growled in his low bass voice. 

The guard had me put on his skin tight white shorts. He pulled a pair of scissors out of his glove compartment and cut the legs off so that my whole ass was exposed and just a thin ribbon of white spandex covered my pulsing cock. He then poured water from his thermos all over the crotch completely soaking my cock and balls. The already wet fabric turned instantly completely transparent as the water soaked through the material. 

The wet spandex molded to my raging hard on like it was painted on. Every vein, every wrinkle, even every hair was exposed in total detail. 

"Now I want you to go into the store and buy some condoms" the guard commanded.

He added that if I so much as cleaned one spot of his hot cum off of my face he would leave me there and take my tape directly to the police. 

With trembling legs, I opened the door and climbed out of the old truck. My cock was contracting and pulsing with excitement. Every pulse bringing me closer and closer to an eruption. I had never felt like this before. I was so excited that I felt like I was going to cum without even touching my throbbing cock. Every inch of my 8" cock was clearly visible and hot streams of fresh cum were running down my face. I staggered toward the door of the convenience store. Hesitating, I looked back toward the guard who held up the tape and pointed me into the store. Sighing, I grasped the door handle and opened the door. 

The store clerk was facing away from me leaning on a counter paging through the National Enquirer. Her tight denim shorts rode halfway up her tight ass. 

Clearing my throat I asked for her help. As she turned to face me, her eyes slowly swept up my body. Her gaze drank in my throbbing cock visible through the transparent shorts. After an eternity she continued her gaze up until it reached my face. She could not hide her astonishment as she recognized what the thick white cream running down my face must be. She couldn't tear her gaze away from me as she ran her eyes from my face to my hard throbbing cock.

Her hand went to her breast and she subconsciously began to circle her tit gently caressing it in an absent minded manner. I couldn't do anything but stand there displaying myself to her. As her fingers began to tug on her nipple, I could see both erect into hard bullets beneath her tight shirt. She gasped as her long fingers scraped over her turgid nipples. 

Go ahead I groaned…do what you need to. 

With a gasp her hand dove under her shorts and began to work. 

I couldn't take it anymore and ripped the tight shorts down under my balls. 

My long cock sprang into sight and her eyes opened even wider. Hot drops of pre-cum were glistening on the tip and dripping on the counter. 

As I stroked my hand up and down the hard slick surface, she unfastened her shorts, took them off and sat spread legged on the back counter. 

My eyes went down to her crotch, gazing intently as her fingers worked their magic over her wet cunt. She slid two fingers deep inside her tunnel as her thumb worked her clit. Watching this hot scene had me ready to burst, but I held back. I wanted to see this hot store clerk make herself cum. 

Slowly I worked my hot fuck stick up and down as she feverishly worked her sloppy cunt. I could hear the wet sucking noises of her juice squishing around her fingers. With a loud groan her body tensed and she began twitching in the throes of what looked to be an intense orgasm. 

As she came, I finally released a whole days worth of pent up cum. I shot jet after jet of hot cum out onto the counter. It pooled as I spurted time and time again. I must've shot at least 10 loads of hot cum jets out all over the counter. The formica top glistened with a puddle of cum. Finally wringing the last cum drops out of my cock, I pulled up my shorts and ran from the store. 

With shaking hands I opened the pick up truck door and pulled myself in next to my behemoth security guard. He obviously had been watching the whole scene as his cock had recovered and was standing at attention in his tight grasp. 

As he pulled from the lot, I looked back and saw the store clerk leaning over and licking my hot cum off of the counter. 

I jerked off my guard the whole drive back to the store. 

When we finally reached our destination, he roughly spun me around and slammed his slippery cock up my tight ass. I screamed in pain and pleasure as he pounded that huge log up my tight canal. He fucked me for over 10 minutes until he finally began groaning and I could feel his cock begin to swell. With a last groan and push he buried his cock to the hilt all the way up my ass. I felt shot after shot of hot liquid fill my ass canal. As he shot into my asshole, my twitching cock exploded in orgasm without me even having touched it. I had been so wrapped up in the pain and pleasure of my hard fucking that I had not even realized that my cock was screaming for attention. 

The feel of buckets of cum being shot up my ass had pushed me over the edge and I came with a shout. The guard pulled his half hard cock out of my ass, leaned over me and opened the door. Without warning he pushed me completely naked out into the parking lot. Slamming the door shut he floored the accelerator and squealed away leaving me standing in the parking lot totally naked. 

I could feel hot cum running from my open asshole and down my legs. The guard had left me at the most distant spot from my car, so I had to trudge across the entire well lit parking lot to reach the safety of my own car. 

Just as I reached for my door handle, blue and red strobe lights pierced the night sky as I heard a loud voice command me to stop and put my hands in the air. As the officer approached me I couldn't help but be intimidated by the immense size of his silhouette in his headlights. As he got closer I saw him swinging his nightstick in front of him. Fear pulsed through me as I foresaw a brutal beating. 

Closer and closer he strode. As he got close enough to start to see details, I realized with a gasp that he had not been swinging a nightstick…he had been stroking a long thick cock. His cock made the security guard's cock look like a young boys. 


Exposed



I realized that I would have to hand over my ID card to get my computer back from the repair shop. Shit, I hadn't accounted for this. I am several days unshaven which makes me look a lot different than the photo and the name on my ID doesn't match the name that I gave them when I dropped it off. I am looking more and more dudely these days and just haven't gotten around to changing my documents to reflect my transitioning gender. I'm on the tallish side at 5" 10", with a thin but muscular frame. I still like moderately tight fitting clothing and my shirt really made my post-op chest look muscular. Faded hairdo with enough facial hair to frame my jaw. 

One of the many employees noticed me waiting and came over and asked, "What can I do for you?" I answered that I needed to pick up my computer and here is my ID although it's under a different first name, which I then provided for him. He looked at my ID then looked up at me and caught my gaze. I shied my eyes away partly out of nerves, right now he knows I was born a woman, 

He repeated the name I told him, "I like that name, is that what you go by?" My head snapped back up and we locked eyes. He was smiling warmly at me. At this time I noticed that he was quite dashing. Sandy blond hair, a little taller than me, broad shoulders, and steel gray eyes. I mumbled something back about it being an old family name and smiled back. He handed me my computer, "here you go, and you're all set. He looking like he was going to say more then stopped and smiled again. 

I started to walk away and felt a surge of blood thickening my cock and the walls of my hole. Dang, this incredible cute guy, who knows you're trans, is maybe flirting with me and I'm just walking away. 

I stopped walking took a deep breath, and turned and walked back towards him. "Look I don't normally like hitting on people while they are working, but I find you really attractive and I was wondering if you would like to meet for coffee sometime?" He looked surprised but quickly replied and wrote his phone number down for me. 

Later that day I texted him and asked if he was free the following day to meet up. He swiftly responded and said he was available at noon. I gave him the address of a café that has a lot of private nooks in it and told him I was looking forward to meeting up with him.

The next day I was dressed to impress, and he was waiting for me when I got there. He greeted me with a kind of excited clumsiness that let me know that he was enthused, but nervous. We got drinks and sat down. He was wearing a low cut tank top that exposed his muscled ribs, sturdy pecs, and sparse but gorgeously patterned chest hair. His pants fit snugly and I could help but notice he had a nice basket. He started talking first, "I am really glad you came back to talk to me! I didn't know what to say but I was kicking myself when you left" "you know, I'm gay, I have always been with men, but I have been noticing a lot of cute FTM guys lately and I have been curious...I just thought you were a cute gay dude, and you are, but I thought you were a....." I offered, "You thought I was a cis-gendered man?" "Yes!" he replied, "but then I saw your ID and I recognized that you must be trans and it didn't change how I thought about you."

OK...I guess that is good. I honestly didn't care at this point if I was an interesting experiment but this guy probably has never had sex with transmen nor cis-women so he is completely inexperienced in front-hole fucking. I wanted to make sure he knew what he was getting-into and that it was going to make him hard. 

"Tell me a little bit more about what you think you would like to do if you could sate your curiosities."

This caused him to get a little red in the face, "well, I would like to make-out....um, I would really like to suck your...dick, and, um, I'm a top so I would like to fuck you."

"Oh yeah?" I replied and put my hand on his thigh, "How would you like to fuck me?"

I noted a twitch and swell in his snug fitting jeans. "Um, I don't want to offend you." His face was really getting red now. My hand slowly crept up to his bulge and I gave it a gentle squeeze, "you want to try something you've never had before huh?" He nodded yes while slowly inhaling.

Next we were at my place shirts off, pants off, fervently making out while grinding against each other. His thick 8 to 9 inch cock throbbing hard tenting up in his underwear, my cock also throbbing, though it produced a noticeable swell in my underwear, it wasn't tenting anything. I could feel the inside of my front hole swelling and throbbing with blood, and beginning to drip I was so wet. He got on top of me, between my legs and pressed his clothed cock against my clothed hole, the pressure of his cock against me just got me incredibly fucking hard with anticipation.

He sat back, and I stood up. I told him to take his underwear off and I got out a condom and placed it next to him on the bed. I then stood in front of him, place my hand on the back of his head and guided his mouth onto my dick. He fumbled at first; not really knowing what to do, and then he got a good rhythm down using his soft lips. I looked down at him, was stroking his cock and there was a stream of precum leaking down over his knuckles, after a bit I went down on him and slowly sucked his big thick dick. He was groaning while copious amounts of precum mixed with the slippery saliva produced from having a cock deep in the back of your throat, I gagged and pushed his cock deeper in my throat, and gagged some more, until I felt it pop through that tight throat hole, and I held it there for as long as I could. He was clearly impressed and excited that I just deep throated him. 

"Please can I fuck you?" I though of making him beg a little more cause I was enjoying the look of deep desire he had on his face but I felt like I would explode If I didn't have that beautiful cock in me soon.

I unwrapped the condom and rolled it on the end of his dick and laid back and pulled him in between my legs. "Rub your big cock against mine" and guided his hips so that his cockhead and shaft slide up and down over my now very stiff little dick. He pumped his hips a little harder and faster and it felt so good. I was now breathing hard "Please....can I put it in soon?" 

"Yes!" I gasped. "I want your hot huge cock inside my tight boyhole" He slide his dick again mine for a few more strokes then I guided his cock head to the opening of my hole, his body on top of mine he slowly pressed his cock into me. 

Now I hadn't had sex in quite a while so I was pretty tight, but when I felt that cock head pop through that tight band of muscles I couldn't control them and just squeezed tighter around his shaft and I felt his cock jump. He slowly started pumping in and out of me moaning and me grunting, At first he was grinding deep into me his pelvis grinding against my cock, then he worked up speed till he was pounding me, piston fucking my hole, with his balls swinging heavily and slapping my asshole.

I was not far from cumming at this point, I could feel my orgasm well up and my hole clenching and relaxing in effect milking his cock. I could feel him start to tense up as he was driving his cock deep into me, ramming his cock in me till I felt the orgasm consume me, crying out fuck yeah I'm cumming, don't stop, harder!" He flexed his back and fucked me full throttle growling and crying out "fuck I'm gonna cum too!" He slammed into me one more time, so fucking deep, and just held himself there, his body spasming above and in me. 

After a bit he pulled out and pulled off the condom and laid back down on me, cum soaked dick sandwiched between us on my belly, gasping for air.



Exposed



I lay on my back, naked, of course. My wrists and ankles crossed and cuffed together and to the table. Rather than being stretched, my elbows and knees are bent, opening me up to her ministrations. The room is slightly cool and absolutely silent which adds to the heightening of those senses not cut off by the soft leather blindfold and thick gag.

Every sound is magnified in my ears as if electronically amplified and enhanced. My every breath roars in my ears. Her steps on the soft carpet are as loud as boots on dry leaves. A single drip of hot wax on my flesh sounds like the splash of an enormous rock thrown into a deep pool.

Scents that would have normally passed unnoticed flood through me in a torrent: the light scent she wears, the rich, thick, animal smell of the leather in which she is clad, the dense aroma of the melted wax, my own scent just as my excited skin breaks a sweat.

But it is my sense of touch that overwhelms all others. It is as if not just every nerve but every neuron, every cell in my body is filled with electricity and swollen to twice its normal size. The merest caress of her breath across the smooth skin on the inside of my forearm flashes like a strobe light throughout my entire being. My skull cannot contain the sensation of her fingernails tracing the faintest of lines up my thigh and they burst through my mind like an explosion.

The gag, thankfully, forces my breathing to a reasonable depth and rate as my heart pulsates rapidly in my chest. I work to keep myself just as open, exposed, and without cover mentally as I am physically, to keep my thoughts focused on the perception of every sensation, the moment just before my mind takes them and tries to categorize and define them. In this ultra heightened state, I couldn't create a coherent thought on my own if I had to.

"Are you there, my precious beast? Are you well?" she whispers to me, so close that I feel the brush of a few strands that have escaped from her carefully created hair style and the warmth of her breath on my ear.

Are you well, I think. Our precisely developed and oft-practiced code rises to the top of my consciousness. I nod my head twice and grunt three times though the gag. I picture clearly the smile which I know curls just the corners of her mouth even with the blindfold turning my visual world into the black of a deep and silent cave.

She traces her fingernails, first one, then two, then all five, slowly across my torso from my neck, around the clothespins and clamps on my nipples, and down my right side, causing my stomach muscles to jump involuntarily. As always, this elicits a chuckle from deep in her throat. Just as her last finger clears my skin, her other hand flicks one of the clothespins around my left nipple sharply. All at once, I breathe in sharply, my stomach muscles and genitals contract, and a brief moan of pleasure comes unbidden and unstoppable from my chest.

"Tsk, tsk, breaking silence again, my pet. 20 seconds this time." I force myself to exhale slowly so it will not be perceived as a sigh as I wait, longing, for the infinite seconds to pass before she will touch me again. I have attempted to count them off myself many times but my mind races and my count is usually double the prescribed number. With my complete trust in her, I know she is watching the seconds pass on the silent clock, as anxious as I am, or maybe even more so, for them to pass. To pass the time instead, I try to focus on each item she has placed upon me in turn: soft, firm pressure of the blindfold over my eyes, hard, tight force of the gag pulling back my lips, cold tension of the clamps on each nipple surrounded by the rougher, warmer sensations of the clothespins around them, rigid tension of the leather strap pushing down and separating my testicles, pulling and cracking of the hardening wax on my flesh, and the plug inside me stretching open my ass.

Finally, a twist of the clamp on my right nipple lets me know that time has passed. I close my eyes beneath the blindfold and hold my breath, relishing the pain and holding back the groan of pleasure. My mind feels like it is expanding inside my skull and my anus tightens around the plug as she continues to twist further. She holds it there as my breathing quickens, watching my body language carefully. This time she slowly twists it back the other direction and I shudder slightly.

She releases the clamp and flicks the clothespins lightly, chuckling as I flinch, and drags a tiny flogger's falls across my testicles. I know that she will soon begin to slap my rigid, twitching cock and balls with it but she will make me wait and wonder when it will start. I can almost discern each tip as it passes over my sensitive flesh... once, twice, three times... four, five... THWACK! The flogger strikes my shaft sharply causing my hips to jerk up off the table. I fight to stay silent while my mind screams "YES! YES! MORE! PLEASE! MORE!" I lose count of the blows at 20 and let my mind fade into a delirium of sensations.

When she stops, I find that I am panting, nearly foaming at the mouth, with her gently stroking my temple with her hand. I focus and slow my breathing as she whispers words of praise into my ear.

"You're doing very well. I'm so very proud of you. Back with me, my beautiful creature?"

I nod and feel her tapping the clothespins one after the other. "Time for these to come off. One." She removes the first one and the pain floods the spot where it was as the blood rushes back into the compressed capillaries. "Two. Three. Four. ..." she counts, releasing some, pulling others off without opening them. When they are all off, she rubs the area where they were with two stiff fingers, intensifying the sensation and making my body quiver.

She lifts the chain which connects the nipple clamps slowly, pulling it up until I am forced to lift my back off the table. She holds it there and says, "eyes closed" then slides the blindfold up and off of my face. "Open them now," she leans down and whispers. The light in the room is dim, just candles and it takes but a moment for my vision to adjust. Still holding up the chain, she releases the gag and slips it from around my neck then dabs my lips dry with a soft towel.

Looking me in the eye and smiling, she speaks. "One more twist, I think." Her free hand turns the clamp on my right nipple slowly clockwise and my stomach muscles tense as I work, once again, to keep from crying out. Then she twists the other clamp counter clockwise before releasing it and pinching my nipple with her fingers. I lift my head to look down, seeing the bright color of her fingernails against my the soft colors of my flesh. Everything, to me, is beautiful, vibrant, intense. She releases the other clamp and pinches that nipple harder... and longer.

"Stay very still, marvelous brute," she says as she undoes the buckles on the wrist cuffs then trails her fingers down the length of my body to the ankles and unbuckles them.

I am unbound now, except for my cock and balls which throb with desire. Her fingernails trace patterns on my testicles as she smiles down at me, making me watch and wait. The very tips of her fingers caress my shaft in and agonizingly slow caress. Suddenly and swiftly, she frees me from my last bond and gazes down into my eyes with a look of animal hunger.

"What shall we do with you now?"



Exposed



Chapter One

The definition of an exhibitionist states, "an exhibitionist is one who acts or behaves in a way to attract attention or to display ones powers, personality, etc." So how does one become an exhibitionist? Particularly when they never exhibited any tendencies to show off while growing up.

Does this urge to expose one's self lie dormant inside of them until the right catalyst comes along to awaken it?

This is the story of one such woman's awakening.

I grew up in a large conservative family in the Midwest. I was the middle child of 11 and don't remember any desire to be noticed or to break away from the pack. It was much more typical of me to fit in as best I could as well as to help out as often as I could.

I have already mentioned being discovered by my parents playing a game of femme fatale with the boys in the neighborhood, where our hands were tied and arms extended above our heads attached to storage hooks in my garage. The boys had taken the opportunity to pull my girlfriend's and my shorts down around our ankles leaving us helpless exposing our flowered bikini panties. I had a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach watching them stare at me with my panties on display. It was a feeling of embarrassment mixed with exhilaration knowing that I was completely helpless and vulnerable. To this day I still get that funny feeling in my stomach anytime that I find myself in a similar situation.

How I find myself in a similar situation is a part of this story.

Everything that I had been told growing up made me believe that this was 'naughty' and not proper behavior for a "young lady", which may have added to the excitement of it all.

However when my parents discovered our game of exposure we all received a good scolding leaving me ashamed of myself and not wanting to disappoint my parents again. At the same time I yearned to recapture that feeling of vulnerability.

As every one of my girlfriends began to develop in late grade school, I remained as I was, soon becoming not only the smallest member of my grade, but also the least developed. Even when my breasts started to appear, they barely warranted a bra.

I state all of these things just to make the point that I was the least likely to ever transform into an exhibitionist. I basically had nothing to exhibit.

Then high school happened. I went to an all girls' religious academy, which turned many of us into rebels of one degree or another. My own method of rebellion as well as the group of girls that I hung out with was to roll the waistbands of our uniform plaid skirts until they transformed into micro minis. The nuns who monitored our behavior often singled us out making us kneel down on the floor. If our skirts did not touch the floor while kneeling we were sent to detention and made to say the rosary over and over again. We all smoked and when together on weekends would sneak liquor from our parents liquor cabinet and get slightly intoxicated.

It was our way to deal with the complexities of awakening womanhood and, of course, boys.

It is somewhat amusing for me to relate all of this as I quit smoking in my early 20's and hardly ever drink since I had children.

This was the extent of my rebellious nature. I was neither sexual nor promiscuous and the thought of someone seeing up my skirt was not even an option.

My desire to attract attention to myself was no more than any other young woman hoping to attract the attention of a young man. But I still craved that feeling of helplessness and vulnerability that accompanied my early exposure. It was the basis of many of my masturbatory sessions imagining myself outdoors stripped to just my panties. I never tried to understand this deep-seated desire thinking of it as pure fantasy.

Then I met my husband to be. He was one of those young men who noticed everything about a young woman. He has told me that after two dates he essentially knew what style of panties I wore, which were really nothing to brag about. My under attire consisted mostly of white or pastel nylon or cotton bikini briefs. My more daring panties had either flower appliqués or white on white patterns in the material. I never even gave a thought to colors or patterns, strings or thongs. These were for sexually active girls who wanted to exhibit themselves.

I was not that kind of girl.

I met him innocently enough. We were both in line with our respective friends to see a concert. Seats were on a first come, first serve basis, so the idea was to get there early. As we stood in line we did what most young people do. We flirted with each other, which led to us sitting together at the concert. We exchanged phone numbers at the concert. 

I liked him. I liked him a lot. However something about him caused me to worry that he wasn't the right person for me. He had an aura or energy about him that made me feel submissive.

If I dated him I felt that he would challenge my way of thinking about things and doing things. He might bring out a side of me that I didn't want to have exposed. I had no idea that my subconscious self wanted to be exposed. 

He called and we started to date, however the feeling of trepidation continued.

He was attending college at a nearby university and lived in one of the dormitories on campus. Our dates began to consist of him riding the bus to pick me up and then taking me back to his dorm room. We were both very naïve and inexperienced in our sexual development. Undoubtedly this was a good thing as we were virtually always alone in his room. We would start out sitting on his bed, which doubled as a couch listening to music.  

It was almost like a game, a very sexy game. Soon he would put his arm around me rubbing my back. Just his touch brought my nipples to full erection. I would turn my body towards him and we would start to kiss. My entire body would become electrified with a sexual vibration. I loved how it felt and at the same time it scared me. It was so overwhelming and exciting to be so aroused without fully understanding it.  

I wanted to be physical, however that wasn't how I was brought up.

Despite every part of me wanting to be touched, a good girl just didn't give in to her base nature.

As our kisses became more passionate, I would find myself lying down on his bed allowing his hands to explore my body to a point. I relished how his hand would cup my bottom encased in the tightest jeans that I could get on. My lower lips would swell and throb as his fingers lightly squeezed my cheeks through my jeans. 

His other hand was finding other parts of me, as it would explore my upper torso. 

It took a few dates but eventually he worked up the nerve to place his hand directly over my bra cup on top of my breast. Now my nipples throbbed with the same tempo as my lower lips.

I was so filled with conflict as my upbringing told me that good girls don't allow themselves to get groped in dorm rooms, but damn it, it felt so good.

I would always find myself on top of him moving my lower half so it was positioned directly on his erection.

I somehow kept myself from rubbing directly on it, but loved to push my lower abdomen against it. It made me very aware of how much I turned him on. It also made me notice a particular fixation of is.

As I would lie on top of him, one of his hands would very subtly explore my panties. Most women's jeans can fit very tightly around our hips and buttocks while at the same time gaping at our waist. My jeans would always do that providing a very tempting access to my lower back and the waistband of my bikini panties. Without fail his hand would reach down the gap and I could feel his fingers play with the nylon fabric of my panties.

As he touched my intimates the hard ridge pushing against my lower abdomen would become longer and more prominent.

He had a thing for my panties and I liked it. I liked it a lot.

Over the course of the school year his exploration would become more daring and eventually his hand totally disappeared down the back of my jeans somehow finding the room to take a hold of my nylon covered bottom. He would feel me all over essentially creating a visual image of my panties for himself. He would feel the stitching of the waistband, the sides that stretched tautly over my hips, how they covered my bottom, etc. 

The entire time that he explored my undies I could feel his penis twitch and throb against my stomach. It was electrifying to feel his hand all over my intimates knowing that they excited him.

Once he knew that I wasn't going to object to his groping it was just a matter of time before his other hand found its way up and under my blouse or sweater and my bra and breasts received the same sensual treatment.

I wanted to say "no" to his explorations, however I had never had a boy want to grope me and I liked how it made me feel. It made me feel sexy and desirable, which was a strange feeling for me.

It was only our mutual inexperience that kept us from going further.

Although I really wanted to, I never explored his erection through his pants. Again my upbringing prevented me from doing what I really yearned to do.

Towards the end of the school year we graduated to what shaped my definition of what was sexy going forward. We started out as we always did, sitting together on his bed listening to music and talking. As always this evolved to kissing, heavier kissing, groping and again I found myself lying on top of him.

This time he was a bit more persistent in his exploration of my panties. After he had pushed his hand down inside my jeans and groped my entire bottom, he rolled me over to the side of him. While I stared at him directly in his eyes I felt his hand reach down to the front of my jeans, his fingers unsnapped the front snap of my pants. I bit my tongue to keep from moaning out loud feeling the cooler air caress my now exposed lower abdomen. I knew that very soon he would be able to see my undies; something that he obviously had wanted to for months.

It brought me back to the time in my garage as I helplessly watched my shorts being pulled down my legs.

Here I was again filled with the sense of vulnerability and helplessness. It unnerved me to realize how I craved these sensations.

I could have protested, but instead I sucked my stomach in to lessen the pressure on the zipper so it easily slid down the teeth opening up the front of my jeans completely. I stretched my arms above my head as if my hands were again tied above me.

I continued to watch his eyes as he looked down at the opening that he had created in the front of my jeans.

The change in his expression was unforgettable even to this day so many years later.

He relished every aspect of my unveiling, as my jeans were now open almost to my crotch revealing the entire front of my panties. They were sky blue nylon bikini panties. I had purposely picked them out to wear that night as if I had a premonition that they were going to be exposed.

I helped him pull my jeans down my legs reveling in his expression as he drank in my exposure. The littlest girl in her grade school, the girl with the smallest and least developed breasts, the girl that never drew any kind of attention, particularly male attention, was being visually examined one square inch of exposed flesh at a time. My lower lips clenched in a most delectable manner. I relished the feeling of being undressed. Having my jeans pulled off leaving me wearing nothing but a Guns N Roses t-shirt and panties in a men's dorm left me so vulnerable, defenseless, and apprehensive. The sound of activity just outside the door caused goose bumps to form on every inch of exposed skin. I had never felt such intense sensations. It was all so stimulating and thrilling to know that I at any time with a simple turning of a door handle I would be discovered in just my panties. Along with the look of unlimited pleasure that occupied his face, it was all so intoxicating to me. I wanted to feel this way and to see this look for the rest of my life. 

It was like my deepest sexual fantasy come true.

He just looked at me as I lay with my jeans bunched at my feet. This may be hard to believe, but it never was about getting my pants off for anything else but to expose my panties and me. I didn't want anything else to happen and neither did he. That all came months later.

The sexual electricity coursing through me was already overwhelming.

Besides taking my jeans from me he had also exposed my deepest unspoken desires. I certainly wasn't going to share any of this with him especially since I didn't fully understand it myself.

For years afterwards despite my various exhibitionist activities I could never admit these desires even to myself.

I guess age allows many of us to drop our pretenses and admit who or what we truly are.

My goal from that point forward was to do whatever it took to experience that look over and over again. I didn't realize at the time that this desire to see 'the look' again would still play such a dominant role in my life almost 20 years later.



Exposed



My wife likes to expose me.

There we are, I've finally admitted it, and you are the first person I've told.

When I say she likes to expose me, I mean she seems to be very good at engineering situations where I am naked, or end up naked in front of, well just about anyone. So far most of her workmates, friends, many strangers, and even some of her family have been on receiving end of this - well I suppose I can only use the word fetish.

In all honesty, I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this except that I do allow it to happen so I guess I must in some way approve or enjoy it despite the emotions I experience at the time.

We are an ordinary, young, recently married couple, Anne and Richard. I would have to say that this is probably not normal behaviour for people like us. It's certainly not something we have ever discussed or had any intention of starting until what happened on our respective stag and hen parties before the wedding.

We are recent graduates, working in the same engineering company based in a small town in the Home Counties. It the kind of place that was a village only a few years ago, but that now has become more of a small town with all the development that has taken place. I am an engineering graduate and joined the company's management training programme from university. That involves working in the various engineering sections including initially working on the shop floor learning the processes and the machinery.

Meanwhile, my wife is an accountancy graduate and works in the office alongside the administration group, again, having joined straight from University.

Our friends and workmates would say that we were quiet, shy and reserved people and it appears neither had much success with the opposite sex during our university years. When we met at the graduate intake session run by the company we did seem to notice each other and I guess you could say we were a good match. In fact I'm surprised that we actually managed to have that first date given how reticent we both are and I certainly can't remember how we got together. We just seemed to drift into it in an almost pre-ordained way, and the new friends we made all seem to agree we make a good couple.

Having painted this picture of the slightly introverted, shy, and quiet couple you must be wondering how did we ever end up in the situation I've told you about in that statement at the beginning of this confession? That is what I am about to explain.

As the wedding date neared all the guys on the shop floor nagged me constantly for the details of the stag party. As you might imagine as a quiet graduate amongst a group of hard working, hard drinking men I was the butt of many jokes, mostly in good humour and certainly not malicious. meanwhile, my bride to be, was under the same pressure from her work colleagues in the offices, and certainly from the more mature ladies who always wanted an excuse for a good night out.

Neither of us was particularly keen on the idea of stag or hen parties but inevitably caved in to demand for this long practiced tradition. By way of explanation, our town, as I've said was originally a village now expanded into a town and what was the village street has been extended into a straight long road with a plethora of pubs, cafes, restaurants and shops along its length. It was agreed that we would start at opposite ends of town and would not encroach more than half way along the high street, thus keeping out of each other's territory.

Friday evening on the designated day we set off from home making way to either end of town. Now to tell you something of our respective party goers.

I hadn't made many friends since moving here and the few I had had been supplemented by the guys off the shop floor - mostly self invited as they would use any excuse for a good drinking session and (my big worry) a bit of a punch-up.

My girlfriend on the other hand had a few friends, a number of the well dressed ladies from the office, married but always eager for a girls night out and a couple of the younger secretaries.

As soon as I arrived the guys were in full swing, drinking, cheering me on, singing, whistling at every girl that went past. You know how these things go. I'm not much of a drinker so I managed to surreptitiously slip some of my drinks under the table, into adjacent plant pots, or left behind as we moved from pub to pub progressing along the high street. How boring do I sound?

As we moved along the high street getting closer and closer to "no man's land" my entourage were in fine fettle and I was pleased the night was coming to a close. I did notice some covert whispering when suddenly, I was grabbed by a few of the lads and dragged into the gents, where to my horror I was stripped naked amid much cheering, hooting, applause and banter. My shoes were put back on my feet and I was carried bodily on shoulders through the pub and out into the street. I can't really describe how I felt as it had happened so quickly and I was still trying to make sense of being out in the street (luckily on a warm summer's evening) with no clothes and exposed to anyone who cared to look. This had definitely been planned, and may well have been a well practiced ritual at previous stag parties.

One of my retinue came running down the street to inform the others that "they", meaning the hen party, are in the Lion's Head. At that news the group marching up the to the pub, stood me down on the pavement, grabbed my arms behind my back around a suitable lamp post and tied my hands together with what I guessed were cable ties. The ringleader who was actually the workshop foreman then hung a sign around my neck, told me that they would leave my pile of clothes on my front door step for when I got home and, horror, that the girls would soon be coming out of the pub. My fellow revellers then dissolved into the night, no doubt to carry on the celebrations elsewhere and without me. By squinting down at the sign I could make out the words - "Getting married, help me enjoy my last night of freedom. Give me a kiss"

Imagine how you would feel. In the space of what seemed only a few seconds I had ended up naked, tied to a lamp post in the middle of a busy high street with that sign round my neck and could do nothing about it. My first thoughts were that I would end up in the nick with an indecent exposure charge to face. Then I thought how embarrassed I felt. Already people were beginning to notice me, pointing, whistling, cheering, staring, and, oh my god, the dreaded mobile phones were beginning to appear. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, Anne's hen party begun to emerge from the pub ready for their next stop.

The group took a few seconds to spot me, and then a few more seconds to recognise me, and then a few more seconds to react. Stunned silence seemed to be the most common immediate reaction, then laughs, giggles and more pointing. Anne was pulled to the front of the group with all her party talking excitedly to her at the same time. I couldn't make out her reaction, shock certainly, then perhaps a smile turning into a giggle, and then perhaps reluctant laughter to join in with the others.

They just seemed to stand and stare for ages. Then Maureen, the Finance Manager and Anne's boss, read the words on the sign out loud so all could hear and then said "So girls who's going to be first to give him a kiss?". Silence. A few seconds that seemed like minutes then, "Seems such a shame to disappoint such a fine young man who is at our mercy, doesn't it? So is no-one willing to make his day?"

Maureen approached a bit closer and the others sort of followed in her wake. Maureen would be about mid forties and was dressed very elegantly but with certain sexiness I had never noticed at work. She was wearing a floaty summer dress, quite short, ample cleavage, and high heels and bare legs. She came closer until she stopped a few inches from me, reached out and stroked my cheek gently, then leaned forward and said quietly in my ear, "What have they done to you, you poor boy? You look so vulnerable there all naked and at our mercy. Do you really want us to give you a kiss

Maureen stepped a bit closer until she was within an inch of me. "Would you like me to give you a kiss just like the notice says? Or would you rather I use my nail scissors to cut that cable tie? I wonder what you'd prefer?" As she said that she gently drew her fingers down my chest using her nails to gently tease me, but her closeness hid this from view. By now, I realised that she was enjoying this situation and was deliberately teasing me and again my cock twitched as I tried my hardest to keep it down. She noticed the twitch, "So I think I have my answer" she said.

Suddenly she turned round to the silent group behind her and as she did so, she backed up to me till her soft bottom was rubbing up against my cock and with had to be a deliberate act, mooved it gently back and forward as she spoke. "Ladies, with Anne's agreement, I think we should all give Richard a little kiss so he has something to remember from his stag night. Come one what do you say? Anne, is that OK?"

All I heard was a very quiet acquiescence from Anne and then general murmur of assent from the hen party. Maureen turned round, "It looks like it's your lucky night, and especially because this experienced lady is going to show how a real kisser does it"

She leaned in, put her lips gently to mine and began a soft lingering kiss that gradually increased in intensity until her tongue snaked its way into my mouth. She was correct. Nobody had ever kissed me like that before. She had one hand behind my head holding me to her as her other hand snaked down my chest, onto my stomach, then down further into my pubic hair. I could help but respond, as my cock grew in size and her hand lightly brushed up and down its increasing length and cupped my balls. Finally she broke off, still in close contact with me "Hmm that was very nice and I'm very pleased that an old lady like me is appreciated. I wonder what they are going to say when I step back for the next one and see that lovely hard cock of yours?"

With that, she stepped back and to the side, facing the girls and said, "I think he likes me!", as she held up my erection for all to see. I was in turmoil, and was deafened by the shrieks and embarrassed giggles of the hen party. Maureen took a couple of steps, took another of the party by the arm, led her forward and said "You're next!"

Another one of the office group whose name I didn't know came forward hesitantly and just gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Maureen immediately selected the next one who came forward confidently and immediately mashed her lips to mine, immediately taking hold of my erection and began to wank me, not very gently. After a few seconds, Maureen pulled her off, and selected the next kisser. This went on until 15 or 16 had various pecked, kissed and touched me. Only 2 left - a new starter who although probably about 19 seemed ever quieter and shy than Anne when I had seen her in the office. Maureen had to almost drag Janice forward for her turn and as she brought her up close she said, "Have you ever touched an erection before, Janice?" Poor Janice was trembling and shaking as much as I was when she whispered and almost inaudible "No.". "Looks like it's your lucky night then".

Maureen guided Janice forward into position, pushed her face to mine and ordered Janice to kiss me. She did so very shyly and hesitantly. I then felt Maureen take Janice's hand and place her cool fingers around my cock with her own hands on top and begin to gently wank my already straining erection. "Now we are going to teach you how to make a man cum." she said.

The hen party had all gathered round to obstruct the view from too many eyes, and with shocked reactions watched as Maureen taught Janice the fine art of wanking a man to completion. I was helpless and I hate to admit that my body took over as it gave in to the sensations of Janice's inexpert hand be guided by Maureen's obviously experienced hand to bring my slowly to the brink. All around Anne and her work colleagues watched in silent fascination as the inevitable came closer. Maureen could obviously feel this imminence and moved Janice slightly to the side, saying, "We don't want to get his cum on your dress do we?"

To my great distress a few seconds later, tied to a lamp post, naked, in the high street, surrounded by about 15 people I work with, and my fiancé I shot my cum in great multiple spurts across the pavement. I do not think I had ever cum so urgently, copiously, or such quantities before. The audience seemed to watch in silent fascination, as Janice, guided by Maureen milked me dry. My knees could barely hold me up as I came down from that ejaculation.

Eventually, I was reduced to a dribble, then nothing as my erection subsided and still the audience was silent. Horror maybe, shock, fascination, excitement? When Maureen moved Janice away I was left fully visible, cum all over the pavement, cock hanging semi erect with the last dregs hanging like silver strings from my bell end.

Maureen again took command. "I'm sure Richard has had a night to remember, as we all have, but now Anne needs to give Richard his kiss to show she still loves him." She pulled Anne forward, "He didn't have any choice, Anne, he's a man and he was tied up so couldn't stop it. Kiss him."

Anne seemed to be almost be in a trance as she leant in to me brought her hand round my neck came in close and nuzzled into my neck. "Oh God, that is the sexiest thing I have ever seen." This so quietly whispered it was almost inaudible. Anne moaned lightly into my ear, pulled my head forward with such intensity, and began kissing me with a passion I had never experienced in our love making before. Her tongue was roving around inside my mouth, her lips were crushing mine, and her had moved down between us and held my now deflated cock and balls.

After a few seconds, Maureen again took control. "Looks like Richard is forgiven girls." then "OK, shows over, let's get Richard released before he gets arrested and let these two lovers go home"

A quick snip of nails scissors, and cable tie was released, the party dispersed and Maureen's advice was to get me in a taxi and home as soon as possible before police were called.

Naked, standing at a taxi rank certainly attracts attention and Anne found that not one taxi driver was willing to let me in the taxi for fear of what they thought we might be up to.

Having moved into the relative shelter of a shop doorway, Anne phoned her Mum and asked her to come pick us up, with minimal explanation of why not use a taxi. 10 minutes later Mum arrives and when we emerge you can imagine her reaction as her soon-to-be son emerges from the darkness naked except for his shoes. Anne had said virtually nothing since my release except to taxi drivers and mum, and to my astonishment as we moved to get in the car; she opened the passenger door and pushed me in, whilst she climbed in the back.

I couldn't fathom why she would put me naked in the front beside Mum and my immediate reaction was to put my hand in my groin and hide my cock and balls. As soon as we set off, mum asked what had happened. To my further surprise Anne then began to tell Mum the whole story in graphic detail in what I could only describe in an excited rushed manner. Mum made a few comments along the lines of poor Richard, or you must have been so embarrassed, or how nasty of those men. To my further shock when she said this, her hand came across and touched my leg in a comforting sort of way but as she drove she left there and I noticed she glanced across now and again when the opportunity arose.

Anne meanwhile had reached the Janice episode and was explaining again in great details how Maureen and Janice had their hands round my cock and were wanking me. I'd never heard Anne speak like this, especially not to Mum, and it was clear she was enjoying telling the tale at my expense. With this conversation I again couldn't help my cock begin to swell again, and Mum immediately noticed as she moved her hand to move my arms and hand away from my navel. I can't' explain why I let her do this, but I did. She moved my hands so that my growing erection was uncovered and as she said, "That must an awful trial for you Richard", her hand reached my erection and gently began to stroke it.

We reached home, Anne jumped out, ran up to the front door and picked up my clothes and went in. I thought she would bring back to me but she didn't. Mum got out and eventually said, "Are you going to sit there all night Richard?" I had no choice but to get out, run to the house, followed by Mum.

As I asked Anne for my clothes so I could get dressed, she shocked me by saying, "You've been naked in the high street, and you've been naked in the car, so there's no need to get dressed now. Mum has seen you naked as well so there's no need to be shy after what's happened tonight."

Mum agreed, and again for reasons I cannot adequately understand or explain I acquiesced. Anne brought a bottle of wine out, three glasses and we sat there, my fiancé and her mum fully clothed, me naked, whilst Anne went into ever more intimate details of my adventure, encouraged my Mum to it seemed wanted to know every tiny detail.

I am certain that Anne's, love of exposing me started that evening. Whilst I had no choice about being stripped or tied to the lamp post I am yet to fully understand why I let Anne have me naked during the car journey, and the bottle of wine afterwards in front of Mum.

There were and still are many subsequent episodes that result from that evening but Anne's fascination with having me naked in front of other people definitely grew from that night a couple of years ago.



Exposed



"My little brother told me all about you" the cop blurted as he reached me. 

Sighing I realized that this was going to be a long night.



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Editor: GorgeousGypsyGirl

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She was a stirring sight, tied with her hands overhead and crossed, her breasts pulled up tightly by her body’s position. They were firm, beautiful, and perfectly shaped, her nipples defiantly high in their attitude. Her legs were placed wide apart; they were long, shapely, and well toned. The puffy junction of her sex was readily visible for inspection. Her mound was a beautiful work of art in its haughty chiseled perfection. 

Everything about her body was alluring. A beautiful face and perfect smile with lavish blond hair that shimmered with her movements, shapely kissable full lips, and an ass any man would give his hand to touch. But the girl wouldn’t use any of it to please a man, not even her husband. 

He had been working on her for nearly twenty minutes running his hands over everything secret and treasured, plundering her most exquisite delicacies without regard for her own concerns or feelings. She hadn’t broken yet, showing no signs of begging to be fucked, but he was a patient practitioner and was confident she would relent eventually and bow to his wish for sex. 

He moved the little stool directly in front of her and took his place on it. Her vulva was dewy and the lips of her vagina fully pouting, betraying there desperate need for the warm gentle human touch. He could smell the heat in her, and the spicy sharp scent told him her orgasm would be earth shattering. 

He dipped the tip of his hot tongue slowly into the crevice of her valley, searching for her sensitive clit. She gasped when he found it, and rolled her lower body up against his face unintentionally. She shivered as his tongue probed her most sensitive areas, and moaned sweetly into the air. 

It was filthy, what he was doing! But my God how wonderful it felt, she thought. She wondered if he knew how his tongue made her emotions surge within her or how the intensity of her sensations set her mind reeling in her body. 

He began to lash at her clit using his tongue like a whip, each delicate stroke leaving behind it a covering cloak of warm tingling wetness. His fingers began to softly tease her tight anal opening, producing an array of wild spasmodic lurches in her body as he lightly probed and teased her. 

What he was doing to her body was wonderful; she loved the sensation of his hands on her. She was hot now, needing him to fuck her to orgasm, but what he wanted was wrong. He wanted her to speak to him like a common whore, her his wife, the woman he was supposed to love. She couldn’t do it; wouldn’t do it. 

Lynn was a stubborn bitch, and would need to beg for it before being allowed to come, he thought. He lightly bit the ridges of her vulva as he made his way back to her cunt opening, his lips suckling one, and then the other, teasing them with his teeth and searching her vaginal cavern with his fingers as he went. There were muted cooing sounds emanating from her mouth now as her body consolidated its control over her mood. 

She moaned as his finger slipped slowly into her anal cavity, and he clamped his mouth over her clit, lashing at it as if he were beating a prisoner with a whip, albeit a satin whip. She moaned again, a deep intense resonating sound, moved by his intrusion. For an instant she forgot the struggle and was joyful at the sensations his hands and tongue produced in her. 

“Do you approve my lovely?” he asked. 

“You filthy animal, I won‘t beg you,” she replied. That’s what her mouth said, but her heated sex was telling him something all together different. 

“You’ll beg, you’ll plead, and you’ll cry out for it before I’m finished,” he told her. 

He stood then, freeing his broad massive cock placing its monstrous head against the moist crevice of her swollen cunt, moving it slowly up and down the entire length of her hot sex as his mouth sought her own. Her kiss was soft and sweet, contrasting the harsh desire her body showed in its steaming need for sexual release. 

She shivered when the monster slithered over her clit, returning his kiss passionately, moaning into his mouth as she did so. His hand moved to her breast, massaging its firmness, playing at the hard little nipple. His motions elicited a sharp gasp as he tweaked the budding nub. Then he covered it with his mouth, gently raking his teeth over its length, lightly biting it as he went. 

“Oh Wayne, God, please,” she whimpered. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take his abuse. Her lust was brazen in her head, making her see sinful wicked things in her mind's eye, and it was his fault. Images of her fucking and sucking several men at once as her husband looked on. She couldn’t believe the wickedness of her own mind. 

God, it was making her so crazy, his constant suggestions in her ear, his beautiful tongue bathing her body with its warmth and wetness, those hands roaming everywhere touching everything driving her mind into a heated frenzy. 

He placed the head of his cock against the lips of her sopping cunt, easing an inch and a half into her body and resting there. He continued to kiss her, and then withdrew his hot attentive member just to torment her. Her kiss was more frantic this time, as she boldly forced her tongue into his mouth, probing him wildly with her hot tiny member. Her lower body was thrusting outward as she kissed him, desperately searching for his sleek hardness. 

“Please Wayne, put it in baby,” she begged. His teasing of her body was making her mad with wicked lust. Her body ached and burned from the intense need raging inside her, it flowed through her like a molten stream of hot lava. 

“You know what needs to be done to end this. Lynn. Only you can end the frustration and agony, as only you can raise the denial that creates It.,” he told her. 

“I won’t damn you, I won’t!” she screamed. But even as she spoke, she knew she would. She knew she would eat his come, fuck anybody he wanted, do anything he asked, just to feel him move inside her and end her body’s longing. 

The sensation of his hands and mouth on her body raised an energy field that swirled around her, touching her, caressing her, and warming her with a tingle all over. She both hated and loved him at this instant, he was so brutal and arrogant with his abilities, and always so sweetly correct in his assumptions. 

He moved his face to her ear and whispered, “I feel your passion like a summer storm raging through your body, feel its lust surge within you like a tidal wave. You want it; don’t deny it, dear. Your gaping sex weeps like a broken hearted lover, and you tremble so at my touch.” 

“Yes, you fucking bastard, I want it. Want your hard cock inside my body fucking my brains out!” 

He moved behind her kneeling, wiggling his tongue into her tight little ass flicking its tip across her anal slit, teasing her. She protested his action at first, but after he began to seriously probe her with his slick hot tongue, she was soon thrusting backward on his mouth seeking the pleasure he offered her. 

He placed two fingers of one hand into her seeping cunt and wiggled them against the tender walls of her passage before he began to fuck them in and out of her. She used his fingers as if they were a cock not caring how she looked or sounded as she sought her blissful end. 

How could something so sick feel so wonderful, she wondered to herself as his tongue in her ass shot lightening bolts of pleasure to her hot mound? Where it struck her clit exploding against her body in a shower of sweet tingling sparks. It was so delicious. 

She was dripping hot fiery fluid now and the sounds issuing from her mouth told Wayne she was nearly delirious with wanting. He hand fucked her faster until she began to quiver, moaning continually now on the edge of her come, then he stopped. 

“You sick fucking bastard!" she screamed. "I hate you, I hate you!” 

She was consumed with lust, with a need for her orgasm. She hated what he was doing to her because she knew he would break her will, and use her however he wanted. He would make her beg and plead, speaking dark sick things in his ears, leaving her no dignity and without pride. 

“You love me, Lynn, and desperately want me to fill your body with hard cock, isn’t that so, Lynn?” he asked her. 

“Yes, yes, Wayne, please,” she sobbed, her tears rolling freely down her cheeks. Yes, the evil bastard was right. In spite of his actions she loved him, and she wanted him but not under his conditions. 

They had been married five years now, and when first married she wouldn’t even touch his cock, wouldn’t look at him naked, and wouldn’t curse at all. 

She had been raised a strict Baptist, and any form of lewd behavior in or out of the bedroom was regarded as sin, and everything was lewd. He tried everything in those early days to raise a passion in her, and everything failed. 

Finally in sheer desperation he placed two chains securely into the overhead ceiling rafters, secured her there and ate her out. There was hell to pay afterward, but she had come, big time. That was the beginning of what he liked to refer to as Lynn’s treatment. 

He had loved her from the first moment he laid eyes on her, and still did. She was the most beautiful unassuming woman he had ever known. And he was going to insure that their relationship succeeded, in life as well as in the bedroom. 

She was making progress: at least she cursed now when she vented. That alone had been a major breakthrough that elated him. She would work past the prudish conservative sexual behavior she had assimilated in her Christian upbringing and become both a sensitive and passionate lover and wife. 

He began to antagonize both her cunt and ass again, and she moaned when his fingers began to gently lick at the walls of her vagina. He brought her to the point of her release one more time and halted. 

“You fucking heathen scum bastard!” she shouted at him, as she tried to rip herself free of her restraints, bruising her wrist with the force of her movements. She hated the way he tormented her, his hands and tongue inciting lust all over her body, stirring deep, wicked, sinful passions in her like a raging flood, then stopping cold as she was about to explode. 

“Fuck you Wayne,” she screamed again, as she tugged against her wrist restraints.

He kneeled in front of her now; making groups of quick rapid short licks at her clit strategically timed, so as to prevent her from going off inadvertently. Then came another brief pause, and then an even more strenuous application. After a rather long pause he began to exhale his hot breath slowly, directly on her swollen cunt, and she nearly pissed herself as she melted inside. 

Oh God, he knew exactly how to use his tongue on a woman’s body. It was heavenly, the bastard. She wanted to weep, scream, come, but he wouldn’t allow it until like some sick demented pervert she accommodated his dark twisted urges. He was such a beast, such a strong beautiful beast! 

He then rapidly lapped at her cunt, like a dog drinking water, she began thrusting so forcefully at his tongue she nearly knocked him off balance, then he stopped again. 

“You sick freak, fuck you!" she screamed. "You're no man you can‘t even get your wife off bastard, you’re an animal,” she aimed her insults directly at his ego, but failed to get a rise from him.

“If I don’t hear what pleases me, I’ll leave your silly ass hanging there until you piss yourself. But then I just might go to bed and come back tomorrow,” he told her, his voice flaring now with his impatience. 

“Oh, God, no, Wayne, please don’t.” 

She knew he was capable of such an act. She would be left simmering in her own twisted lust, without ever coming to culmination, her cunt gaping open, fluids running freely down her legs. Oh, God, no! 

He stood in front of her and kissed her, and she was hungry for the touch of his tongue, sucking it into her mouth instantly. His hand went to her mons gently squeezing her soft sex then dropping to softly stroke her inner thighs. She was whimpering into his mouth as his hands roamed her body freely, devouring the soft satin skin at his fingertips. Heating her with the gentle trail of sensuous feelings on her baby smooth body. 

“Oh, God, yes, baby! I need it, Wayne, do it, please!” 

He began working his broad massive cock part way into her sopping wet cunt. She cried out as she felt it enter her. She placed her face against his neck and nuzzled him as she whimpered, and after only a few strokes he withdrew. 

“Ok," she sobbed. "You win.” 

“I love you Lynn,” he told her softly. 

“I’ll do anything for you Wayne, if you’ll fuck me right now. I’ll do another man while you watch; I’ll even eat pussy. You can fuck my ass if you like, I’ll even talk dirty to you, or swallow your cum… anything… Wayne.” 

He unhooked the wrist restraints and lowered her arms, then removed the bar between her legs. He led her to the bed, seated her on the edge, and knelt between her legs. She found his mouth and all but raped it with her hot little tongue. 

“Please, Wayne, make love to me,” she begged him. “You make me with your tormenting but I love you,” she told him. 

He licked at her heated sex lightly at first but progressively became much more animated with his tongue, until she squeezed up into a tight ball around his neck and exploded against him in orgasm. Her voice filled his ears with joy as she finally attained the release she had so desperately needed. She erupted into the most sensational explosion of human sexuality he had ever witnessed. She became a wild untamed animal on his face as she raped his mouth, ripping half the hair on his head out by the roots. 


Her orgasm exploded against her clit in one large fireball bathing her in warmth. The sensation then began rushing madly to her nipples, where the heated flames of lust licked her flesh with a gorgeous tingling touch. The warmth spread to her anus, tingled around its opening as the flames spread over her, filling her with heat everywhere. Then slowly a wave of relief swept over her body, extinguishing the flames, cooling her passion, taming the raving beast between her legs with its gentleness. 

“Oh, God, Wayne, I love you,” she told him as she looked up into his face, her eyes peaceful at last. 

“I love you, too, Lynn. Now I want you on all fours in the middle of the bed, I’m going to fuck you like a dog.” 

She pulled him to her face and whispered in his ear, “I want you to fuck me like some great animal breeding his bitch, wildly, savagely, do you hear me, Wayne?” She ask him as she looked directly into his eyes and smiled softly. 

And he did! 

******* 

End



Exposed



“I don’t think this place is open Johnny,” I say, looking up at the dark façade of the building. A street address is conspicuously absent under the blacked out windows, the pavement deserted. As the December wind from the Bay chills my bare legs you take my hand, leading me across the street.

“Trust me Alexis, this place never closes,” you tell me, rapping sharply on the heavy wooden door. It opens slowly, revealing more darkness within.

“This way sweetie, just follow me,” you instruct, leading me down a hallway, the sharp heels of my stilettos puncturing the carpet.

“Johnny,” I ask nervously, “didn’t you say we were going to a party with some of your friends?”

I can barely make out your face as you turn towards me, patting my shoulder reassuringly.

“Don’t worry Lexi, you’ll meet them soon enough.” Reaching into your leather jacket you bring out a small black bag and hand it to me.

“Just go in this door behind you, someone will take your coat. This is a gift for you, I think you’ll like it,” you smile.

Fumbling in the dark, I finally manage to find the door handle. I enter what appears to be a large restroom, elaborately done up in dark gray chrome, fluorescent lights shining brightly. A small Filipino girl approaches me, her navy blue flannel suit very professional, sensible pumps encasing her feet.

“Hello, welcome,” she says, her hand reaching for my coat. “You may change in the room at the back if you’d like.”

I walk cautiously to the back and push open the door to a tiny changing room. Reaching into the bag I pull out a thin white teddy, hardly more than a scrap of fabric.

“What the hell?” I think to myself, holding it up. “There’s hardly any room for anything in this.”

I stand there puzzled, trying to figure out what in the world is happening.

“Madam,” the Filipino lady inquires from outside the room, “is everything alright? I believe your friend wanted you to wear the outfit this evening.”

Completely confused, I slide out of my black knit dress and pull off my underwear. Leaving the clothing in a pile on the floor I step into the outfit, pulling it up over my smooth hips. The silky fabric digs into my cunt as I arrange the shoulder straps, trying unsuccessfully to cover my breasts.

“Has he lost his mind?” I wonder, staring at the 1” strips barely covering my nipples. 

Opening the door I step out into the glaring lights again as the woman nods approvingly.

“Very nice, I’m sure he will be pleased,” she offers, holding the restroom door open for me.

Leaning patiently against the wall, you turn to me and give me a gentle kiss.

“Perfect, absolutely perfect,” you murmur, your hand rubbing my ass softly.

My curiosity piqued, I follow behind you, my nipples growing hard in the air conditioned hallway. As we turn a corner we come upon a large room, the only piece of furniture a heavy circular table made of more gray chrome. We sit together on the table, your hand stroking my leg.

“Lexi, do you trust me?” you ask seriously, looking into my eyes.

“Well … of course I do, Johnny, I love you,” I reply, my tongue nervously licking my lips.

“Good baby, then I just want you to lay back and relax. Keep watching me, don’t take those beautiful blue eyes off my face.”

I lay back against the cold chrome, my eyes locked on yours. You slide off the table and step between my legs, parting them slightly. You gaze at me, eyes filled with lust then return to stand beside me.

Minutes pass, as we stare at one another. Then, just as I begin to grow restless, I feel the touch of warm skin on my pussy, pushing aside the silk, fingers parting my full lips. I gasp, shock causing me to instinctively look for the source of the touch.

“Alexis, look at me,” you whisper, hand under my chin, forcing my head back onto the table.

“Johnny, what …” I whimper, scared.

“It’s OK baby, just relax, it’ll be good,” you comfort, hands cupping my breasts, squeezing the tender flesh.

“But … but, I don’t understand,” I beg, my eyes still on yours.

“I want them to see baby, see how beautiful you are, taste how sweet your pussy is,” you whisper, your fingers twisting my swollen nipples.

“Johnny, oh God,” I breathe, as a strange tongue probes at my clit. My nervousness erupts into arousal as two fingers slide inside my softness, seeking my rough spot. The fingers begin to rub fiercely, teeth biting my hard clit as you lower your head to suck at my breast.

“Don’t look Alexis, don’t look,” you order me as my hips begin to undulate against the table. “Just feel it, feel them touching you, fucking you, show them your pussy baby, let them lick it.”

More hands now, prodding, poking, desperate fingers digging into my thighs as I squirm, watching your face, my eyes glazed.

“Yeah Alexis, let them see you cum baby, show them how good it feels,” you pant, pulling your cock from your pants.

“God Johnny, how many baby, how many, oh it feels so good, I love it, watch me cum baby, I’m gonna cum for them,” I scream, my back arching in the air as wave after wave rocks my throbbing cunt. I feel my thick juice running down my thighs as the fingers slowly leave my sopping hole, the tongue giving my clit one final flick.

“Lexi,” you moan, your hand racing the length of your pulsing dick as you stand over me. “Please baby.”

“Yes Johnny, yes baby,” I groan, spreading my sticky thighs apart. “Fuck me baby, let them see, I want them to watch us together.”

You thrust your cock deep inside of me as I wrap my legs around your firm waist, my eyes never leaving yours. You pound my cunt with your hips, your cock filling me completely, lost in your arousal, hands kneading my heaving tits. Faster you move, deeper.

“Johnny, do it, fill me up,” I cry, my back sliding on the chrome as you fuck me.

“Lexi, Lexi, oh fuck, so close baby,” you grunt, pushing farther into me, my muscles squeezing your cock tightly. My hands grip your ass, pulling you in as I feel your spasms begin, filling me with your hot cum, loving it … 



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Note from the author: I put this story in the Exhibition/Voyeur section however it does have some loving spouses, lesbian and incest moments. Copies of this story may not be made for distribution, be publishing or copied to another webpage with explicit permission from the author. 

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Maggie didn't realize something was wrong with her relationship with Joe until their wedding day. The wedding was being held on an island in the Bahamas and the two families and many friends had flown there for the ceremony. Most were even staying the following week. 

After the ceremony Maggie was standing outside the church in the reception line wearing her strapless gown when she felt something tugging on the back of the dress. At first she thought a small kid must have gotten behind her and was trying to get her attention. After most of the family had passed and when her husband's younger brother Tim walked up to give her a kiss her dress was suddenly pulled down until the top of her right breast was exposed. Maggie pulled back feeling the material sliding over her hard pink nipple. When she looked down so did Tim. His eyes were as big as hers. 

"OH!" She cried as she grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it back up over her bare breast. She blushed looking at Tim and turned sharply to glare at her new husband Joe who had quickly removed his hand from her dress. Joe and Tim watched as she gathered her long gown and ran back into the church. 

"I told you to be prepared." Joe laughed at his 18 year old brother. 

"You're sick man." Tim said as he watched his new sister's body disappear behind the thick brown door. 

"She'll get over it." Joe said. He grinned and walked in to find her. 

"Maggie let me in." Joe said standing outside the locked rectory door. 

"GO AWAY!" She cried out. God she had never been as embarrassed as she was now. 

"It was just a joke." He said. Suddenly the door opened and her mad face popped out. 

"How could you?" She asked. "God. It was your kid brother." 

"I'm proud of your body and wanted him to see you." Joe said smiling. "Your breasts are magnificent." 

"Hey come on the limo is waiting!" Chad, the best man, yelled while standing in the large doorway. 

"I'm sorry." Joe said as he pulled her body into his. She shook her head and walked out ahead of him. 

"What happened?" Her maid of honor, Jill, asked her when she moved into the limo across from Chad and her. 

"Nothing." She lied as she moved far over to the window away from Joe. 

"Good start for a marriage Joe." Jill said. She had warned Maggie that Joe was kind of weird but Maggie wouldn't listen to her. 

The limo pulled away and they headed to the reception hall. The facility was over thirty minutes away so they all settled it as Chad opened the bottle of Champagne. He poured the four glasses and gave them all one for a toast. "This is not the one I'm giving later." He laughed. "To my best buddy and his beautiful new wife. He got her before I did." Chad looked at Maggie who grinned as she clinked her glass to his. 

Maggie soon forgot about the incident and moved back into Joe's arms. His lips found her ear and he started nibbling on it. He knew that it was one thing that drove her wild. 

Chad and Jill smiled as the two lovebirds hugged and kissed. But, they both became more uncomfortable as Joe's fingers moved up Maggie's side and over her right breast. Before Maggie could stop him his fingers slipped down under the top and into her semi-bra. 

"JOE STOP!" Maggie said as she jerked her body away. The action left her dress and bra beneath her naked mound and hard nipple. Both Jill and Chad got an eyeful.

"Look what you did." She said as she again pulled her bra and dress up over her bare chest. 

"I didn't do it. You did." He said without smiling. "You jerked away." 

"Hey. Forget about it." Jill said seeing the two of them going at it. 

"That's twice!" Maggie said with her teeth quenched. 

"Twice?" Jill repeated looking at Joe. 

"We are here." Chad said looking out the window at the line of cars heading into the plush restaurant. 

"Good." Maggie said as she jerked away from Joe's hand again. 

The two of them moved into a side room while the guests were seated. 

"Why did you do that?" Maggie asked as she stood away from him. 

"God Maggie. It was just your breast. You'll be topless next week on our honeymoon." They were going to a clothing optional island. 

"That's on a beach. This was in front of Chad and Tim." 

"You are so beautiful I want to show you off." He whispered as his hand pulled up her gown until her white garter belt showed. He looked down. "You did wear them." 

"I think I made a mistake. You'll want to show my ass as well." She said trying not to smile. She realized she was probably being silly after all he was right that she would be topless next week on the beach. 

They were soon announced and the reception started without any more mishaps. They danced and then they danced with their parents. The wedding party soon mixed in and Chad and Maggie found themselves dancing. 

"I'm sorry about what happened in the limo." Maggie said to the best man. His muscular body was very close to hers. 

"I should say me too but I'm not." Chad whispered. 

Maggie smiled without him seeing her. "You men are all alike." She whispered as her thigh pressed against the hard lump in his tuxedo pants. 

Maggie glanced over at Joe who was now dancing with his twin sister Jennifer. She could see Joe whispering something to her and then his sister laugh. What was disturbing was that his hand was very low on her hip. 

Later as the wedding wore down only the family and the wedding party remained. Joe and Maggie were staying in the hotel as was most everyone else still hanging around. "Everyone is invited to the hospitality suite." Maggie's father Bill announced to everyone as the waiters cleared the tables. "Except the newlyweds that is." He laughed. 

As Maggie and Joe headed up the elevator an arm came in and Tim ran inside. "OH! It's you two. I can catch another one." He said as he turned to leave. 

"No stay." Joe said while grabbing his arm and pulling him back into the small space. 

Tim looked at Maggie who smiled. All the wine had gone to her head and right now all she wanted was to sleep. She leaned over into Joes arm and suddenly the elevator became dark. 

"Shit. She passed out." Joe said as he caught her from falling. He pushed the penthouse floor. "You have to help me carry her to our room." He said to his high school brother. 

"Sure." Tim said as he grabbed her arm to keep her steady. The elevator door opened and Joe said, "Grab her legs." Tim looked down at the long gown. He couldn't even see her legs. 

Joe laughed. "Here." He said as he reached down and grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled upward. Tim's eyes almost fell out of their sockets as her white stocking covered legs came out. He watched the dress move up over her knees and up over her...holy shit....she was wearing a garter belt. He had never seen one on a real person before. 

"Grab her legs." Joe laughed at his frozen young brother. Tim's shaking hands moved under her knees and he lifted. The dress moved higher until he saw the satin white triangle of her panties resting at the vee of her thighs. 

"In here." Joe said as he held her up with one arm and slid the passkey into the door lock. The large door opened and they carried her inside. "On the bed." Joe said. Tim had always followed his older brother's direction and now was no different. 

Maggie's still body fell onto the huge bed and her dress remained above her panties. Tim stood back waiting for Joe to pull it down but he didn't. 

"She's got a nice body doesn't she?" Joe grinned at his brother. 

"I..I...better go." Tim stuttered as he turned to leave.

"No way young bro. I need you to help me get her dress off." 

"What?" Tim asked. He heard what his brother had said but didn't believe he would say such a thing.

"You heard me." Joe laughed. 

"I don't think Maggie will want me to help you undress her." Tim said as he turned to leave. 

"Tim stay!" Joe ordered. "She won't know and I do really need your help. If I try to do it myself I could damage the dress." 

Tim shook his head. No matter what he did he was stuck. "OK." He swore to himself he would not look at her exposed body. 

"Unzip her." Joe ordered as he grabbed her arms and pulled her to a sitting position. 

Tim's trembling fingers pulled the noisy zipper down over her creamy skin. He stopped when her white lace bra strap appeared. 

"Keep going." Joe said smiling. This was one of his favorite fantasies having another man see how sexy his new wife was and it being Tim made it even more special. 

Tim pulled the zipper down to the end and saw the tops of her garter belt and panties. He stopped and moved away. 

"Pull the gown off her shoulders." Joe commanded as he held on to her wrists to keep her body sitting upward. 

At least I'm behind her. Tim thought as he pulled the silky laced gown over her soft and delicious shoulders. Joe held onto her arm as Tim slipped them down over her hands. When the gown was freed from her arms Joe dropped her lifeless body onto her back. Tim's eyes tried to look away but couldn't as her full white breasts nearly spilled out of the semi-bra. 

"You can do the rest." Tim said as he stood to leave. 

"Pull the dress out from under her as I hold her hips up." Joe said trying not to smile. Joe watched his younger brother move to her feet and grab the dress bottom. "Now." Joe said holding up his wife's hips. The white dress slid under and down Maggie's stomach, over her ivory garter belt and panties. Her tan muscular but soft thighs were exposed as Tim pulled the large garment off her legs. Tim dropped the large pile of white lace as his eyes roamed a woman's near naked body for the first time. 

Joe saw his expression. "Shit. You've never seen a naked woman before have you?" 

Tim could only shake his head no. His eyes were glued to the slight indentation of her panties between her thighs. "I better leave." He said without moving. 

"This has to stay between you and me." Joe said as his hands moved down to pinch the front clasp on Maggie's bra. His hands swiftly released it and pulled the flimsy material to the side. Her magnificent breasts and large pink nipples spilled out. 

"God." Tim muttered. He knew this was wrong but it was a sight that would stay with him forever. 

Joe laughed. "You've never seen a pussy before have you?" 

"I......." Tim tried to talk but his vocal cords were paralyzed. He sat back as Joe's fingers released the garter belt snaps and moved up under to pull her white satin panties down over her flat stomach. Tim watched as a fine perfectly trimmed mound of silky dark blonde pubic hair made its appearance. As the silky panties moved over the narrow mane of corn silk the curly hairs sprang upward until they stopped and her wonderful pink slit started. Joe stopped to tease him. Tim's excited eyes looked up at his brother with the word please written on them. Joe chuckled as he pushed the panties down, down and down until they pulled away from the pink folds of her pussy. He moved the silk undies to the middle of her thighs and dropped them. 

"I can tell you like." Joe said grinning at Tim's expression. "Now you can leave." Joe said laughing. 

Tim managed to stand and walked to the door. "Thanks for the help." Joe said laughing as his little brother walked out and closed the door. 

*****

It was almost two hours later when Maggie slowly came to. She looked at the large mirror mounted on the ceiling above the bed and saw a pink form. She blinked her eyes and focused to see her naked body lying on its back with her panties down around her thighs. Her bra was spread to the side. Her head turned to look for her husband but he was not there. She quickly pulled up her panties and snapped her bra. Why was she laid out with her underwear off her breasts and pussy? It was like she was on display. But for whom? She picked up the wedding dress and neatly hung it up on a hanger and slipped into a dress. She remembered the room number for the hospitality suite and headed down to find Joe. 

*****

Tim did not make eye contact with his brother as the family sat around the large suite. Joe had told everyone that Maggie had a few too many and had fallen asleep. Since everyone knew they had lived together for almost two years they figured a wedding night was not that special anyway. He was talking to one of the cute girls in the wedding party when the door opened and Maggie stood there glaring at her husband. 

"Maggie!" Joe said surprised she was awake. "We were hoping you would make it." He watched as she moved into the room and grabbed him arm. 

"We need to talk." She whispered as she pulled him into the small bathroom and closed the door. "Why was I lying on the bed with my underwear half-off? 

"You were out of it and I started to undress you but you woke up and told me to stop. So I did." He lied. 

"I don't remember waking up." She said looking him in his eyes. 

"I wanted to make love but you told me to go away." Joe lied some more. He had perfected his lying many years ago. 

Maggie starred at him for almost a minute. Joe's eyes did not blink. "OK. I'm sorry." Maggie said as she hugged his body to hers. "You want to go back up to our room?" 

"We have time for that." Joe said smiling. "We should spend some time with the family." Maggie smiled and had her arm around him when they walked back out. 

"Are the newly weds fussing?" Joe's twin sister asked when they reappeared. Jennifer had known for some time about her brother's voyeur addiction. He had told her while they were dancing that he had pulled down her gown showing her breast to both Chad and to Tim. 

"We are fine." Joe said smiling. 

The next hour was uneventful but Maggie had noticed Tim avoiding her. Most everyone was dancing so when she asked him to dance he had to look at her and talk to her. 

"I'm sorry about what happened before." Maggie whispered in his ear as their body's swayed together. "Joe is an ass sometimes." She felt his hard-on pressing against her stomach but did not pull away. 

Tim panicked thinking that Joe had told her about them undressing her. He did know that she was only talking about flashing her breast at the church. "I didn't want to do it. Joe made me." He whispered. His mind still showed videos of her naked breasts and pink pussy. 

Maggie heard his reply and was confused. Joe made him do what? Tim had nothing to do with her breast being exposed. Then it hit her. He helped Joe undress her. Tim had seen her naked while she was passed out on the bed. Her first reaction was to turn and scream at her husband but she kept her cool. As she thought about what to do her stomach pressed and rubbed against Tim's hard bulge. Maggie grinned as she thought about her revenge. 

"What room are you in?" Maggie asked softly. 

Tim answered without thinking. "434." 

"I'll meet you there in fifteen minutes." She whispered as she broke away and walked over to talk to her mother. Maggie made the rounds greeting her friends and peeked over at Joe to make sure he would not miss her when she slipped away. Her watch showed a span of twelve minutes when she saw Tim glance at his watch and suddenly leave the room. 

Tim didn't really know what Maggie wanted. Did she want to yell at him or something else? He refused to think about the something else because she was all he could think about now. Her perfect breasts and her golden pubes. He dropped the passkey to his door three times before he managed to open it. He sat on the bed and awaited his fate. 

"If anyone is looking for me tell them I went downstairs for some fresh air." Maggie whispered to her maid of honor Jill. Jill was half loaded and just smiled. "Sure whatever." Maggie watched as her husband talked with her older sister Janet. 

Tim heard the light tapping on his door and quickly opened it to peek out. He wanted to make sure she didn't have a knife or something. Suddenly the door burst open and Maggie slammed it behind her. 

"Sit." She commanded pointing to the bed. Tim quickly did as she said. 

"Speak." She commanded as she stood before him with her hands on her hips. 

"Maggie...I..I..I.." Tim stuttered nervously. 

She saw how scared he was. "I know Joe made you do it so just tell me what happened." She said calmly as she sat down next to him on the bed. 

Tim starred straight ahead as he stumbled over his words. When he was finished he put his face down into his hands. "I'm sorry." 

Maggie took a deep breath. Could she do it? 

"Tim look at me." Maggie said with a grin. Tim pulled his head up and looked at her. 

"It's OK." She smiled. 

"It is?" 

"Yes. Joe should not have done what he did but, if it had to be somebody I'm glad it was you." 

"You are?" 

"Un huh.' She smiled. "However now you owe me." 

"I know. I'll do anything." He said excited that she was not mad at him. 

Maggie grinned. "Since you saw me naked I want to see you naked too." 

Tim froze. "Naked?" 

She nodded her head yes. "Stand up and strip." 

"I.......can't......." He groaned. 

"You will or I'll tell your parents." She bluffed. She knew she couldn't do such a thing. 

Tim knew she had him. He stood up and faced the other way as he pulled off his tie and removed his shirt. He was still facing the other way when he pushed down his pants and stood in only his boxers. 

"Turn around." Maggie ordered. At first she was doing this as a payback to Joe but now seeing his well formed young body she was doing it for something else. She looked at the huge tent in front of his underwear as he turned to face her. 

"You do like your sister don't you?" She grinned. "Take them off." 

Tim's fingers shook as they moved under the elastic waistband and pushed downward. No girl had ever seen his penis but he knew he was larger than all of the guys on his swim team. He closed his eyes as his boxers moved over his hard-on and down to his feet. He kicked them aside and stood erect in more ways than one. 

"GOD!" Maggie exclaimed when she saw the size of his penis. He had Joe beat by at least three inches. "And Joe calls you his LITTLE brother?" She laughed. Joe had taken her virginity and had been the only man she had seen naked before now. 

Maggie had only planned on having Tim expose himself to her to payback Joe but now the payback was much bigger. About ten inches she figured. "You know I have to pay back my husband." She said as she stood up in front of him.

Tim shook his head yes. Her fingers reached back behind her and unzipped her dress. She pulled it off her shoulders and it dropped at her feet. I think he owes you as well don't you?" She asked as she released the bra clasp and pulled it off her naked breasts. Tim again shook his head yes as his eyes followed her hands down as she removed her panties. "You act as if you've never seen me naked before." She giggled as she stood up only inches from his body. 

"Tonight's my wedding night and my husband doesn't seem to want to fuck me." Her hand moved forward and her fingers opened as they curled around his hard-on. "Will you fuck me?" 

"I've never........" Tim groaned as she pulled him by his pecker over to the bed. 

Her body fell onto her back and she spread her legs wide to allow his lean but muscular body between them. "I'll teach you." She whispered in his ear as she guided the tip of his huge rod to her throbbing pussy. "Go slow." She whispered as she let his prick go. 

"OH GOD!" Maggie cried as his long hot rod moved deeper and deeper inside of her. Her stocking legs moved around his ass to lock him in. "FUCK ME TIM!" She cried as his hips moved with the age old knowledge found deep inside his genes. 




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Tim only lasted about six long strokes when he came. "OH SHIT!" He moaned as he emptied his hot juices deep inside of her. He realized she had not climaxed. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Don't worry. You'll be hard again very soon." She giggled as she squeezed his prick with her inner muscles. He was hard again much faster than she had expected and this time lasted almost five minutes before he came again. This time Maggie climaxed. "OH GOD TIM!" She cried as her body exploded. As soon as he pulled out she jumped to her feet. 

"This is our secret." She said as she moved her soft lips to his. They French kissed for almost a minute. "Thanks for making my wedding night perfect." She quickly dressed and left. 

Maggie returned to the hospitality suite but Joe was not there. She found Jill in the corner. "Where is Joe?" 

"He asked where you were and I told him what you told me to say. Then he left." 

"Alone?" Maggie asked. 

"No. He left with his sister." 

Maggie grabbed her purse and headed up to the penthouse. She slowly opened the door and walked into the small sitting area outside the bedroom. The double door was partially closed. She could hear voices as she snuck up to listen. 

"I can't believe you are really married." Jennifer said to her brother. 

"I told you Maggie would be the perfect one." Joe laughed. 

"I'm not sure. She seems pretty conservative." 

"She'll come around." 

"Maybe she won't like what you and I like." Jennifer laughed. 

"Just give me some time." Joe answered. 

Maggie knew she had to take a chance. She gently pushed on one of the doors until it opened enough for her to look inside. She saw the large wall mirror which showed the other side of the room. Sitting on the bed was Jennifer and standing up in front of her was her husband. She gasped when she saw he was only wearing a shirt. His bare legs stuck out like matchsticks below. 

"Do we have time?" Jennifer asked as her hand moved up under the tails of his long shirt. 

"Not much." Joe moaned as her fingers curled around his hard-on. 

"This won't take long." She giggled as she moved her head forward enough for her lips to find the tip of his shaft. 

"God. You are the best cocksucker I know." Joe moaned as she quickly sucked in his seven inch prick. 

Maggie was still in shock as she moved slowly backing to the door and out of the room without making a sound. She hurried down to Jill's room. Luckily Jill had come back to her room. Jill let her in. 

"Are you OK?" Jill asked her noticeably upset friend. 

"I don't know where to begin." Maggie said as Jill hugged her body into hers. They moved back to the bed and for the next ten minutes Maggie told Jill what had happened. Jill sat with a shocked look on her face. 

"You want to leave him?" Jill asked not sure how Maggie felt. 

"That's the part that troubles me." Maggie said. "All of this really turns me on. Does that make me a bad person? 

Jill thought about what she had told her about Tim's big penis. "I don't think I would mind it too much as long as I had a brother with a penis that big." Jill grinned. "We are going to be here for a whole week. See how it plays out and then make your decision." 

Maggie smiled. "How would you like to meet Tim?" 

"Now?" Jill asked excited. 

"Sure." She moved over to the phone and called Tim's room. "Tim would you come up to 523 and help me please? I'll tell you when you get here." She hung up the phone. 

"Now all you have to do is play passed out." Maggie laughed. 

Jill moved over to the bed and fell face forward. "How's this?" Her short maid of honor dress had moved up until the bottom of her pink ass cheeks could be seen. Her baby blue thong was wedged deep between her buttocks. 

"Perfect." Maggie said. "Now be quiet." Maggie starred at her ass. She had always wondered how sex with another female would be. Her thoughts were broken by a knock at the door. She opened it and pulled Tim inside. "Jill passed out and I need some help undressing her." Tim looked at the other girl's body and smiled. 

"Sure." He said moving over to hold Jill up as Maggie unzipped her dress and pulled it down over her ass cheeks. He held her body up as Maggie pulled off her bra and pulled down the thongs. 

"Want to turn her over?" Maggie giggled. Tim smiled as he pulled her arm around until her small but very firm breasts appeared. Her hard pink nipples were almost an inch long. Maggie pulled on her hips until her lower stomach appeared. They both looked at the small puff of dark brown pubic hair sitting above her shaven slit. As they lowered her body her legs moved almost a foot apart which made her pussy open. Her hard clit was peeking out at them. 

"She has a nice body doesn't she?" Maggie asked seeing the hard bulge again in his pants. 

"Yes." He answered. 

"Her legs are so soft." Maggie said as she moved her hand to her friend's knee and slowly up the inside of her thigh. 

Jill tried to remain still but she had not planned on her best friend touching her like she was. Maggie's fingers were so soft compared to the other men she had slept with. She figured she was just teasing Tim until the fingers not only approached her pussy they moved over it. "Look at how damp she already is." Maggie said as her fingers spread open the outer lips to see her damp hole. Her fingertip slipped down into her moist folds until she found her hot opening. Jill moaned as the long narrow finger moved deeply inside of her. Her legs opened wider. 

"You want to do this with your prick?" Maggie asked Tim as her finger moved in and out. 

"While she is asleep?" Tim asked shocked. He knew it would be rape. "I can't while she is asleep." 

"Well what if she is awake and asks you to fuck her?" Maggie giggled. Her finger popped out and moved up to her hard clit. She knew Jill could not pretend to be asleep if she rubbed.........

"OH PLEASE DON'T STOP!" Jill cried out as her eyes opened to look at the two of them. "Yes. Please Tim. Please fuck me." She moaned. 

Tim looked at Maggie. 

"Don't' look at me. I've gotten her ready for you." Maggie laughed as she continued to flick across Jill's clit. "Hurry get undressed. I'll keep her ready for you." 

Tim's clothes flew off and he moved over Jill's body. He watched as Maggie pulled her hand away and grabbed his tool. She aimed it at Jill's hole and let go. "Show her what I taught you." Maggie whispered in Tim's ear. She moved back as Tim's ass moved slowly down. Jill's body moved up on the pillows as his prick burrowed deep down into her depths. "OH!" Jill moaned as the ten inches fucked in and out of her. Neither of them noticed Maggie as she left the room. 

*****

Joe pretended to be asleep when Maggie returned. He was glad she had not come back earlier but had wondered where she could have gone for so long. He heard her undress and move into the bathroom. The sound of the shower kept him awake and when it turned off he heard the door open and felt her body slip into the bed next to his. She moved her naked body up against his and pushed her hand nipples into his back. He knew she wanted to fuck but he was way too tired after his mutual oral sex with his sister. After a few minutes Maggie gave up and rolled over. 

Joe woke up the next morning and thought he was still in the wet dream he had during the night. A warm mouth was on his hard prick and a tongue was licking up and down the side. He picked up the bedspread and looked down at his new wife's head bobbing up and down. It was the first time she had ever awaken him this way. 

When Maggie felt the spread lift she knew Joe was awake. Her body was still craving sex as she lay in bed this morning thinking of Tim's long dong. She curled her body around until her head was on her husband's lap and her stomach was by his head. When he picked up the spread she moved her stomach towards his head. 

Joe felt her warm pubic mound pressing against the side of his face. He grinned and turned his head until his tongue slipped into her damp pussy. Her body was on fire as they raced to bring each other off. 

Maggie felt his spunk shooting out the small hole and quickly moved her mouth away. His juiced splashed against her chin and down onto his stomach. At the same time her own body exploded. 

"What brought that on?" Joe asked as she moved her face up to his neck. 

"I just wanted to show you how much I love you." She whispered. 

"Sorry about last night. I waited for you but fell asleep." 

"That's OK. Last night was special." 

"It was?" He asked surprised. 

"Well yes. I spent it with our family and friends." She smiled. 

"What are we going to do today?" He asked. 

"I was hoping to go into town and do some shopping." She said. "Do you think your sister might want to go?" 

Joe sat up. "I'm sure she would. Let me call her." He quickly picked up the phone. "You want to go shopping with Maggie and me?" 

Maggie smiled. She knew Joe hated to shop but was jumping at the chance of getting the two of them together. He hung up the phone. "She will meet us downstairs in an hour." 

They rolled out of bed, showered, and dressed. Jennifer was sitting in a short sundress when the two of them walked into the lobby. 

"I've reserved a Coach for us." She said smiling. 

"A Coach?" Maggie asked. 

They moved outside and looked at the opened wagon pulled by a horse with a dark-haired native man sitting on top. 

"It's only a short ride and we will be taking the dirt road by the ocean." Jennifer said as she moved up into the wagon. Maggie couldn't help but notice her green panties that flashed out as she climbed up in front of Joe. Neither could he. Joe helped Maggie up and also got an eyeful of her beige thongs. The Coach moved slowly at first as they moved away from the large hotel complex but when it got to the open road the driver sped up. 

The three riders sat in the rear bench seat facing forward. When the Coach sped up the wind blew into the coach and whipped up both women's short dresses. Maggie pulled hers down by instinct but then realized that Jennifer was making no attempt to pull hers down. She looked down at the green sheer panties resting at the vee of her sisters legs. 

"Don't bother." Jennifer laughed. "It will just keep doing it." Maggie looked at her husband who was smiling. She smiled back and let go of her skirt. Her whole lap was now exposed. At first she didn't mind because it was only Joe and Jennifer peaking down at her warm thighs but suddenly she noticed the driver peaking back at her. It was probably one of his quirks. She immediately pulled and held her dress down. 

"Give him a thrill." Jennifer whispered in her ear. Maggie then realized what the thing was between Joe and his sister. They liked to flash others and were voyeurs. And now they were getting off by her showing her private areas. She glanced down at her husband's lap and saw that he was hard. Maggie decided to play along as she lifted her hands and her dress again flashed up over her damp panties. 

The trip only lasted about ten minutes and when the driver helped Maggie down she gave him a smile. He smiled back. "I'll be here when you return." The man said as he held her hand a little too long. 

Maggie and Joe held hands as they walked next to Jennifer through the narrow street with small shops on each side. The merchants were standing outside trying to get them to come into their shop. Finally Jennifer saw a dress she liked and pulled them both with her into the tiny shop. Inside the shop sat a teenage boy. 

Maggie and Jennifer looked at the different dresses and both picked out a dress and a thong bikini that they liked and wanted to try on. Maggie looked for a dressing room but couldn't find one. Surely they didn't expect you to undress in the shop. She looked at the boy who was now standing and watching the two beautiful women. 

"Do you have a dressing room?" Maggie asked. 

"Yes. Over there." He said smiling. Maggie turned and saw a single panel of cloth hanging in front of a full length mirror. It did little to shield anyone in the store from seeing them. 

"Good." Jennifer quickly said as she carried her two dresses over and behind the curtain. She motioned to Maggie to join her. 

Maggie looked at Joe who was grinning ear to ear. Mr. Voyeur was in heaven she thought. "How old are you?" She asked the young lad. 

"Eighteen." He said grinning. He made no motion to leave the store while they undressed. 

"Why not?" Maggie asked herself as she walked towards Jennifer who had pulled the sundress over her head and was standing in only her skimpy matching bra and panties. 

Maggie stood facing the mirror and pretended the two males were not watching as she also removed her dress. She peaked in the mirror to see the boy's eyes on her almost bare buttocks. She had to admit it was making her hot. Maggie forgot about Jennifer until she glanced in the mirror and saw that the woman had removed her bra and was now flashing her huge breasts. 

"It's better without the bra." Jennifer said as her hands moved behind Maggie and released her bra clasp. Before she could object Jennifer pulled the bra off of her body. She stood in only her panties in the view of the two males who were smiling at her in the mirror. She smiled back and quickly pulled up the dress. Her hard nipples were poking out the front of the white linen material. 

"Come out and let us see." Joe said. Maggie realized he had said 'we' meaning the boy too. 

Jennifer also moved out with the tighter dress doing little to hide her well formed mounds and dark nipples. They stood next to each other while the men goggled them up and down. 

"I'm not sure about the top." Joe announced as he moved over and pulled out the elastic of the material. "Is it tight?" Before Maggie could answer Joe pulled the elastic down over her bare breast. Again he was showing the public her soft treasures. 

Maggie's heart raced as she watched the young man's eyes staring at her nipple. 

"I think it is leaving a red mark." Jennifer commented as she pulled the elastic over the other round orb. 

"And, the bottom is so short." Joe said as he grabbed the hem and lifted until the dark pubic hairs of her mound could be seen through the beige cloth. 

"Take it off and try on the swim suit." Jennifer said. Maggie tried to grab the dress but Joe quickly stripped it down to her feet. 

"Wait!" Maggie cried out as she felt Jennifer's fingers pulling down her thong. She tried to grab it but it was soon down by her dress. She immediately moved her hand over her exposed pussy. 

Here she was a grown woman being undressed in a pubic shop with a horny teenage boy looking at her. 

"Lift your feet." Jennifer commanded as she held the bikini bottom open for Maggie to put her foot and leg into. When both feet were in Jennifer pulled the tight material up her legs and over her thighs. She stopped at Maggie's hand which was still folded over her pussy. "Remove." 

Maggie lifted her hand and they all stared at the visible drops of moisture on the pink folds of her slit. "Open your legs." Jennifer commanded. 

Maggie did as she said and felt the hot lips between her legs open up. The thin bikini bottom move up over her pubic mound and snapped into place. 

"How about you?" Joe asked his sister. They had played this game many times in the past. 

Jennifer smiled and quickly stripped off her dress and pushed her green panties over her small heart shaped bush. She took her time pulling up the thin thong. "You like?" She asked the young teen. "Very much." He said with perfect English. 

Maggie saw the passionate looks between the two of them and moved back behind the curtain. As she once again undressed she looked in the mirror to see Jennifer standing close to the young man. She heard Jennifer whisper something and then saw the boy smile and shake his head yes. Slowly Maggie watched the other woman's head lower down the front of the boy's body. God. She was going to give him a blowjob. 

Joe could see the shocked look on his wife's face as she watched his sister go down on the 18 year old boy. He could also detect the excitement as they both watched Jennifer's mouth moving up and down the thin but somewhat long dark penis. The boy's groans could be heard out on the street as he came. 

Maggie was breathing hard as Jennifer moved back behind the curtain with her. "The clothing is free." She giggled. Maggie thought about what she had seen last night when Jennifer had also given her husband the same pleasure. How could they be so free with their passion she wondered? 

As they walked out of the store the young boy yelled for them to come back whenever they wanted. 

***** 

"What now?" Maggie asked Joe and Jennifer as they walked further down the block. Jennifer kept peeking into the different shops until she stopped and said, "In here." They moved inside to find a young teenage girl folding clothing at a rear table. 

"Hello" she said as she turned to smile at them. Maria was working the store alone today because it was a normally slow day. Her mother had gone to the large island with her father. 

Jennifer whispered to Joe and he whispered back. Maggie again was left out of the plan whatever it was. 

As Maggie walked around looking at the various clothes Jennifer moved over and was talking to the young girl. She saw her husband standing back pretending to be bored. Maggie heard the girl giggle and shake her head no. Jennifer talked some more and again the girl giggled and blushed. Maggie moved over to Joe. "What is she doing? She whispered. 

Joe could see the excitement on Maggie's face. "She's asking the girl to model for us." He whispered. 

"You mean?" Maggie asked. Joe smiled and shook his head yes. She knew it meant naked. 

"OK." Jennifer announced as she walked back to huddle with Joe and Maggie. "But it has to be in the back. Close the door and put the sign on it." She told her brother. 

Joe did as she asked and they turned to see the girl missing. They slowly moved through the racks of clothes and between two long curtains framing a doorway. As they walked down a narrow hallway they heard a voice to the side. "In here." They moved towards the sound and saw the girl standing with her hands folded across her stomach blushing. 

"Wait." Maggie said. "How old are you?" She asked the frightened girl. 

"Nineteen." She whispered. The girl had the face of a fifteen year old. 

"Satisfied?" Joe asked his wife. They moved closer and sat down on a long bench in front of the nervous girl Joe looked at the plain dress and short black hair on the girl. This was going to be good. 

"How much are you paying her?" Maggie whispered to Jennifer. 

"50 dollars." Jennifer whispered back. "I would have paid more." 

"I don't know what to do." Maria said softly while looking down. She was probably the only 19 year old virgin on the island mainly because her overly protective father kept the boys in the Catholic School away. 

"Why don't you help her?" Jennifer asked Maggie. 

"ME?" Maggie said loudly. "But........" She looked at Joe who nodded his head in agreement. Maggie turned and looked at the girl who was smiling at her. She wanted her help and couldn't remove her clothing on her own. 

Maria tried to pretend the other two were not watching her when the nice looking woman moved over to her. The dress was made to fall over her head and shoulders and was easily removed by just pulling the shoulder straps down over her arms. Maria's eyes closed when she felt the woman's fingers drawing the thin straps to her arms. Suddenly her body got a chill from having no protection except her plain white bra and panties. 

"Damn." Joe exclaimed when he saw the girl's body. Her breasts were squeezed into a too sizes too small bra and were overflowing the cups. Her dark skinned stomach moved down over her deep navel to full white panties. The girl had to have the largest bush he had ever seen on a female. It looked like a mound of dark cotton stuffed under the junction of her panties. 




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Maria peeked out to see the desire on the face of both the man and the woman. Kids at her school had talked about women having sex with other women but she did not believe it until now. 

"Is that enough?" Maggie asked seeing the girl's knees trembling. "I don't think she really wants to do this." 

Maria looked up and smiled. "Yes. I want to do this." Finally she would break out of her conservative life. 

"OK." Maggie said as her hands moved around the girls back and released her overburdened bra. The cups sprang off her firm young breasts which stuck straight outward with no sag. Her nipples were huge and very hard. 

Jennifer tried to move towards her but Joe held her back. He wanted his wife to do it. But how far would she go? 

"Keep going." Joe directed Maggie. 

Maggie could feel the girl's body heat as her fingers pulled her panties out and down over her cute round brown ass. She could not see her front as the panties moved down her thighs and off her feet. She glanced out at the wanton passions on the other two faces. 

Maggie moved around and saw what they were looking at. A deep dark forest of curly hair started about three inches below the girl's navel and proceeded down and under her body. It was definitely the biggest bush she had ever seen. 

Maria was now smiling as the others looked at her naked body. Even in school the girls were not allowed to undress in front of each other. She had never seen anyone but herself naked before. "You want me to turn?" She asked with a giggled. 

"Please." Joe begged. His tongue licked his lips as her brown curvy buttocks appeared. She looked over her shoulder and smiled. He wished he had a camera. It was time to test his wife. 

"Check to see if she is a virgin." Joe directed at Maggie. 

"Joe!" She said shocked that he would ask her to do such a thing to this innocent child. 

"It's OK." Maria grinned up at Maggie. No one but herself had ever touched her down there. 

Maggie shook her head at her husband and moved to Maria's front but it blocked his vision. "From the rear." He directed. Maggie moved behind the girl and moved her hands around her waist and to the top of her thick growth. Her fingers caressed the soft but wiry hairs and moved down into the nest. 

Maria moaned when the woman's fingers slid down into her virgin gash and over that place...that place that she had touched many times dreaming of this moment. Her legs were weak as the woman's fingers rub across her clit and down deeper into her damp folds. Her back fell into Maggie's front. Maggie found the girl was indeed a virgin and started to pull her fingers back up and out of her dampness but Maria grabbed her wrist and held her hand between her legs. "PLEASE." The girl begged. 

"God." Jennifer whispered to her brother as they watched Maggie's fingers moving up and down deep into the girl's bush. "She's doing it." 

Maggie's body was on fire as she masturbated this beautiful girl. She figured it was all she was going to do until the girl's head turned to face her. "Teach me please." 

"But........" She glanced over at Joe who was now leaning back on the bench as his sister's fingers rubbed against the bulge in his pants while they watched. Joe smiled. 

"I've never done anything with a female......." Maggie confessed out loud. She never done anything but you don't have to be a rocket scientist to know what a woman wants. 

Maria turned and moved her body into the woman's. Her lips moved up and her eyes closed. She didn't have to wait long for Maggie's mouth to find her own. Nor did she have to wait for Maggie's tongue to teach her the pleasures of Frenching. 

"Take her over there." Joe directed to his wife as he pointed to a pile of clothing in the corner. 

Maria smiled as she walked naked with the woman to the corner. She turned and pulled the woman's sundress down over her shoulders and down to the floor. She looked at the sexy bra and panties and wished she had the same. She wondered what the woman's breasts would look like as she released the snap and pulled it off. Her nipples were much smaller than her own as was her breasts. She smiled as her fingers jerked down the beige panties. The vagina was shaven and had only a thin mound of hair. She didn't know that woman shaved down there. Her arms pulled the woman's body down into the soft pile of clothing with her. 

Maria suddenly became the aggressor as the two females body's rubbed against each other. Hands moved over soft ass cheeks and up over bare breasts. Lips and tongues danced over and around nipples and even down into the pubic mounds of each. Maria's fingers discovered what a vagina felt like after a man had entered. She found the woman's pleasure button and rubbed it like she had done her own many times. 

"You can fuck me if you want." Jennifer whispered in her brother's ear. He had tried in the past but she had always prevented it from happening. Her body was so hot watching the two inexperienced females going at each other than she had to have release. Joe leaned back and looked into his sister's eyes as her hot pussy moved down over his hard shaft. "OH SHIT." He moaned as her body lifted and lower itself. He glanced over her shoulder to see his wife's mouth move down into the thick growth of the girl's pussy. 

Maggie had to use her fingers to spread apart the thick forest to find her slit and clit. Her tongue flicked over her clit as she tasted a female for the first time. She heard the fucking noises behind her and didn't care. Right now she wanted to please this young girl whose fingers were fucking in and out of her own pussy. 

"OHHH!" Maria screamed as she climaxed. "ITS SO GOOD!" 

"ME TOO!" Jennifer cried out as her body blew apart. She felt Joe's hot liquids shooting up inside of her as he matched her pleasure. 

Maggie was close but not there yet when Maria pushed her onto her back and jammed her face between her thighs. The girl's tongue remembered what Maggie had done to her as she flicked and licked the woman's clit. 

"GO MARIA GO!" Jennifer chanted. 

Maggie's eyes opened wide when she came. "GEEZZ!" She screamed. The girl kept licking but Maggie pulled her dripping mouth away. "You sure you haven't done this before?" 

Maria laughed. "No but I think I will be doing it again." She turned and saw Joe's semi-hard penis hanging out of pants. "Can I do you?" 

Joe looked at Maggie for permission. "Sure if you can get it up go for it." Maggie laughed. 

Maria moved over naked to kneel in front of the man and to gently take his soft noodle in her tiny hand. "How do I make it hard?" She looked at Jennifer. 

"Rub it on those." Jennifer giggled as she pointed to the girl's huge tits. 

"Like this?" Maria asked as her fingers rubbed the spongy tip across her hard nipple. She suddenly felt the blood rushing back in. "Look its working." She giggled. 

As Maria explored and played with Joe's cock Jennifer got up and moved over to the pile of clothing where Maggie lay. "Welcome to the family." Jennifer said down to the naked woman. 

"That's all I get?" Maggie asked looking sad. She moved over and patted the spot next to her. "Why don't you take off those clothes and come down here?" 

Jennifer looked over at Joe who was smiling at her. His prick was deep into Maria's throat. Jennifer moved her naked body down until her pussy was above Maggie's mouth. "Welcome to the family." She said again as she lowered her still dripping pussy down to the soft lips and tongue waiting below. 

Maggie's tongue moved the dripping juices aside and found her pleasure point. As she sucked the small mound of flesh into her mouth she heard Maria's scream as Joe's hard prick broke through her maidenhead. She remembered the pain when he first did it to her. Hang in there she thought to herself. It will get much better. A whole lot better. She forgot Joe as her mouth worked to bring Jennifer to a climax. 

As Maggie stood to dress she looked at Maria and tossed her the sexy bra and panties. The girl smiled and quickly put them on. Again the bra was too small but Maria didn't seem to care. On the ride back to the hotel the driver didn't get to see Maggie's panties when the wind picked up. He saw her tiny bush instead. 

*****

Maggie threw her bags on the bed and fell across it. Never had she been this tired before. Joe fell next to her and put his arm around her. 

"Happy?" He asked. 

"Yes." She said opening her eyes to look at him. 

"I glad you are not mad about me fucking my sister." He said as he kissed her forehead. 

"I'm not. As long as you are not mad at me for fucking your brother." She grinned. 

Joe pushed her back. "Tim?" 

"He is your only brother right?" She laughed. 

"When?" 

"Last night when I discovered you and he undressed me." She said smiling. 

"Touché." He laughed. 

"We still have six more days here. What else do you want to do?" 

"Right now I want to rest." She said closing her eyes. "But later, I would like to invite Chad up to join us." 

"What will I do?" Joe asked. 

"Watch. Isn't that what you like to do the most?" 

"Good idea." Joe smiled. "How about Janet?" 

Maggie opened her eyes. "My married sister? No way she would ever do any of this." 

"Why don't we invite her up to our suite tonight and maybe we could loosen her up?" 

"Believe me Joe honey, nothing can loosen her up." Maggie laughed. 

"I've seen her starring at me before. Maybe she has the hots for me?" 

'I doubt it. But if you can do it I definitely want to see it." 

*****

"You want me to come up to your room?" Janet asked her younger sister. "I was planning on doing some reading tonight." 

"Come on. I've never really spent anytime with you and your husband is in the casino anyway." 

"I have to see Jill for a while so go on in and make yourself comfortable until I get there." Maggie said on the phone. They hung up and she looked at Joe. "I think she's coming so get in the shower and be ready for her." 

Joe smiled. Maggie was really getting into this voyeur stuff. 

***** 

Janet quickly fixed her hair just in case Joe came in while she was talking with Maggie. She had never felt the way she did when she was in Joe's presence. His smile and hard body made her dizzy at times. Her own husband had never looked as good as Maggie's new stud husband. She thought about unbuttoning her blouse down to her white cleavage but didn't. She didn't want to look like a tramp. 

"Anyone here?" Janet called out as she opened the large penthouse door. She had knocked three times but no one had answered. The huge suite had a sitting room and a large bedroom. She could see the bedroom door half-open and walked over to make sure Maggie was not there. As her face moved into the door opening she could hear the sound of a shower running in the attached bath. Maggie must be taking a shower she thought. She sat on the bed waiting for her young sister to emerge. 

Joe figured he had given her enough time to arrive so he turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. He had left the bathroom door slightly open but it did look as if Janet had looked in. He quickly dried off and wrapped the large white towel around his head as he walked naked into the bedroom. If she was there she would probably be on the bed so he made a point to walk into the bedroom and quickly turn to pick up his clothing. Janet was reading her book when she heard the shower turn off. She figured Maggie would be a few more minutes so she continued to read. She did not see the door open until she saw something or someone moving. Her eyes looked up to see the naked front of her newly brother as he walked into the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his head. Her eyes moved immediately to the large semi-hard penis dangling from his lower stomach. She quickly looked away afraid to say anything. 

Joe saw her figure on the bed and pretended he did not see her. He turned away from her and picked up his clothes and walked back into the bathroom. 

"God." Janet whispered to herself as she watched his tight ass moving back into the bathroom. She had never seen a more perfect male body before. She quickly stood and walked into the other room and sat on the sofa trying to calm down and catch her breath. 

"You're here." Maggie said to her sister as she moved into the sitting area. She could see something had really bothered her and she knew what it was. "Are you OK?" 

"I...uh....is it hot in here or is it me?" She asked while fanning herself. 

"It's a little warm. Can I get you a glass of water or a coke or something?" 

"Water would be nice." 

Maggie opened the bedroom door and saw Joe standing and smiling at her. Maggie closed the door. "I can tell she saw something." 

"She saw it all." He said proudly. He was now wearing his silk pajamas that more than showed the shape of his hard-on. 

"You're going to wear that?" She grinned. Her poor sister didn't have a chance. 

"Sure." 

"Give me a few minutes and then come out." Maggie said as she grabbed a bottle of cold water from the small refrigerator. 

*****

"I forgot to tell you that Joe was here. You didn't see him did you?" Maggie asked as she handed the water to her. Janet quickly opened it and took a big swig. 

"No, not really." Janet lied. 

"Not really what?" Joe asked as he walked in to stand in front of the two sisters. He knew his rod was at full staff and on display below his waist. 

Janet's eyes got big and she again took a big drink of the cool water. 

"Nothing honey." Maggie said trying not to laugh at Janet's reaction. "I really like your new pajamas don't you Janet?"

Maggie's question gave Janet a new excuse to look again at the long hard bulge pushing outward under the black silk. God. She could see the large crown on the tip of his penis. 

"Yes." She gulped. "Oh God. I'm so hot." 

"Really?" Maggie said smiling. "Joe go get a cold face cloth." Joe turned and moved quickly back into the bedroom. 

"Let's loosen this dress." Maggie said as her small fingers moved to release the top button under her neck. Janet closed her eyes and leaned back on the sofa while Maggie opened the top three buttons. The top of her normally pure white chest was inflamed and was glowing bright red. Maggie pulled apart her dress until the edges of her plain white bra was visible as was the fullness of her soft mounds. 

Joe walked back in the room and stopped. Maggie was holding open Janet's dress top and he could see her bra and creamy mounds pushing outward. "Here." He said handing the damp cloth to his wife. 

Maggie laughed when she saw how damp the cloth was as she pressed it to Janet's neck and then slowly down her chest. 

"Oh." Janet moaned feeling how good the cold cloth felt. She didn't realize the water was dripping over her bra and down her stomach until the liquid moved under her dress and down into her flaming panties. Her eyes opened to see the dark water lines heading down to her lower stomach. The water flowed over her hairy mound and into her hot slit. "I'm getting wet." 

"OH, I'M SO SORRY." Maggie lied as she pulled the dripping cloth from Janet's chest. She looked down to see Janet's body become visible through the wet white dress. The front of her panties was visible as was the dark shadow of her pubic mound. 

"We have to get this dress off." Maggie said as she pulled her shoulder pads over her arms and down to the shocked woman's wrists. The damp material pulled off the white bra which showed the large dark areoles of her nipples. 

"OH GOD." Janet cried out seeing her almost naked body. "HE CAN SEE ME!"

"I'll go to the other room." Joe said trying not to laugh. Maggie was getting better at this game than he was. He turned and walked into the bedroom making sure to leave the door cracked open enough to peek back through. 

"Lift up." Maggie commanded as she pulled the cotton dress under Janet's ass. 

"But........" Janet started to say. She kept looking at the door to make sure Joe would not come back through. 

"There." Maggie said as she held up the damp dress. She looked down on the sofa at her older sister who was sitting in only her underwear. She did a great job hiding a nice full but very curvy body. "Take off the bra." 

"You're nuts." Janet said as she cupped her hands over her bra covered breasts. 

"It's wet." Maggie said holding out her hand. "Give it to me." 

Janet's body was on fire. She had seen Joe naked before and then later in his silk pajamas. To be sitting almost naked with him in the next room was setting her vagina on fire. "Maggie." She said hoping her sister would drop it. 

"The bra." 

"But Joe........" 

"He will stay in there." Maggie grinned. She figured her prude sister would grab her dress and run out the door but, when she reached behind her to release her bra Maggie stared at the damp bra cups as they fell from two large creamy white breasts. Janet handed the damp bra to Maggie and covered her hard nipples. 

"The panties." Maggie ordered. She could see the outline of her sister's pussy under the moist white panties. 

"No way." Janet now laughed as she realized how ridiculous this was. "Please get me a robe first." 

"Joe! Bring in a robe." Maggie yelled. 

"No please." Janet cried out. Her hands now cupped her bare breasts tightly as she crossed her legs to hide her exposed damp pussy poorly covered by the moist cloth. 

"Here you go." Joe said as he stormed through the door. He was rock hard because he had been watching through the small opening. 

"Stand up." Maggie commanded. For the first time she felt some power over her sister. 

"Make him leave." Janet said blushing. 

"Come on. He's seen a naked woman before." Maggie said as she grabbed Janet's right wrist and jerked it towards her. Suddenly her right breast was now exposed to Joe's piercing eyes. 

"MAGGIE!" She cried as her body was pulled up off the sofa. Maggie held her wrist so she couldn't cover herself. "Give me the robe." She said as she let go of her left breast to take the terrycloth covering. But Joe pulled it back and grinned as he looked down at her full granny panties almost invisible across her lower stomach. 

"Please." Janet begged. "Joe can see me." 

"She's right. You can see her but she can't see you. Take off your PJs." Maggie said, sternly. 

Janet heard the words and thought about objecting but her mouth could not speak. She wanted to see him again. She dropped her arms at her side as she watched Joe pull off his silk top and then push down his tight fitting bottoms over his hard long prick. It popped out and pointed up at her. 

No one said a word as Maggie dropped to her knees and grabbed Janet's panties. She slowly pulled them down over her dense bush and down off her ivory thighs. She picked up Janet's ankle as her sister put her hand on her shoulder to balance herself. Again she did it as Maggie pulled it off her last foot. She stood proudly before a naked Adonis. 

Joe looked at her long hard nipples and down at her thick growth. He moved forward slowly until the tip of his prick pushed into her soft tummy. Janet closed her eyes as his hard chest pressed into her soft twins. His lips moved down to gently nibble on her ear and to plant small kisses up her pulsing neck. His hand moved around her body until it covered her round buttock. He pulled her hard against him as his mouth searched for hers. 

Janet's eyes opened as his thigh pressed between the legs that only Jim had been before. She glanced at her young sister who was smiling. She wasn't sure what the hell was going on but right now Janet's hot body didn't care. It only wanted his young stud to make love...no...to fuck her. 

"Take her to the bed." Maggie directed. She felt so powerful. Joe moved his muscular arms down to curl around Janet's legs and back. He picked her up and waited for her pale arms to move around his neck. Maggie followed the two nudes into the bedroom. 




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"Touch him." Maggie ordered to her sister as she lay on her side facing him. She watched Janet's quivering hand move between their bodies until it found his huge prick. 

"Touch her." She ordered. Joe smiled as his fingers moved over her soft hip to press down between her thighs which she slowly opened. 

"Ahhh." Janet moaned when his fingertips found her hard knob. Suddenly Janet lost control as her hand moved off his prick and around his ass. She opened her thighs and pulled him into her. Joe's hand found his prick and aimed it into her dripping love nest. 

"Give it to me please." Janet begged. She pushed her stomach forward until the huge crown moved inside. Her body rolled onto its back to allow him on top. 

Maggie smiled as she watched their bodies slap together. She was horny now and decided to see how much teasing Jim would take before he succumbed to her. She fixed her hair and left the two bodies in heat to travel down to the casino to find Jim. 

*****

Jim was sitting at the ten dollar blackjack table alone when Maggie moved to the empty seat next to him. The table was towards the rear of the casino and well secluded from the rest. "Hi bro." Maggie giggled as she moved her hips back in the seat making sure to let her short skirt ride high on her thighs. 

"Maggie." Jim said smiling. "I thought you would be spending most of your time in the honeymoon suite." 

"I think Joe is tired of me. He told me to leave him alone for a while." Maggie grinned. She could see his eyes peaking down at her warm legs. 

"He's nuts. What I wouldn't give to be in his place." He laughed. 

"Can I play?" She asked, giving him a cute smile. 

"Sure. Here's a hundred in chips." Jim said playing the high roller. He was actually four hundred in the hole at that moment. 

"Will you teach me how to play?" She asked smiling. 

"This is not the place to learn how to play." He laughed. 

"Let's go to your room." She suggested. Her skirt was now so high the edge of her pink panties was visible and Jim did not miss it. 

"I don't think Janet would be too happy with you being in our room." He laughed nervously. 

"Janet went out with Mother." Maggie lied. "She won't be back for at least an hour."

Jim's mind raced. Never would he ever have a chance like this again to get Maggie alone in a bedroom and she seemed to be coming on to him with the obvious show of her panties. "OK. Let's do it." He cashed in his remaining chips and they stopped by the gift shop on the way to his room. 

Jim looked quickly in the room to make sure Janet was not there and ushered the young married girl quickly inside. The table had both of their suitcases on it. "I guess I'll have to clear off the table. 

"Come on lets play on the bed." Maggie giggled. She crawled across the bed making sure he got a good look at her pink buttocks poorly hidden by her pink bikini panties. She turned and sat Indian style making sure the front of her skirt covered her opened crotch. She wanted to tease some before he saw the golden beaver. 

Jim was wearing slacks and a polo shirt. His penis was fully swollen as he sat across from her on the bed. 

Jim spent the next five minutes showing her how to play and some tips. "You ready?" He asked. She moved back on her hands which stuck out her young ripe breasts and pulled the skirt up until most of her creamy thighs were exposed. 

"Hit me." She laughed. 

"I can't hit you until you have your two cards." Jim smiled back. Good she was so cute and a lot sexier than his frozen wife. He dealt the two cards and Maggie stopped him. 

"Wait. What do we bet?" 

Jim looked around the room. "I don't know. What do you think?" He almost fell off the bed when she said. "How about our clothes?" 

"That's pretty funny." He laughed figuring she was teasing him but her face was serious and so was she. "I don't think Joe and Janet would approve." 

"It's just clothes. We won't be fucking or anything like that." She said trying not to smile when he heard the 'F' word. 

Jim squirmed on the bed. He knew this could cause serious problems but right now all he could think of was how she looked without her clothes. He didn't answer as he passed out the cards. He had a queen face up and Maggie had a six. They looked at their hole cards. 

"I guess now we bet." He said watching her to see if she was just playing him. 

"My shoe." She giggled as she took off her shoe and tossed it to the top of the bed. As her leg moved up so did the skirt. Jim got a good look at the pink triangle resting between her thighs. 

"Me too." He said smiling. He tossed the boat shoe next to hers. "Do you want a card?" Jim's heart raced because he had a jack in the whole which meant he had twenty. It would be hard for her to beat him with a six showing. 

Maggie looked at her hidden card. It was a four which meant she had a total of ten. "HIT ME!" She cried. 

Jim turned over a king. "That's all." Maggie said smiling. 

"I'm not taking a card so you can bet if you want or just call." 

"I'll bet." Maggie said as she tossed her other shoe to the pile. Jim did the same.

"Now we look." They turned over their cards at the same time and saw they had tied. "That's a push which means the clothes stay in the pile." His fingers shook as he passed out the next two cards. 

Maggie looked at her cards. She had an eight and a nine. Seventeen points. 

Joe turned over a five and an ace. He was sweating as he looked at her. If she bet now it would mean she would have to take off her blouse, skirt or even panties. "You want to bet anything?" 

Maggie grinned as she looked down her body. "Wow. There's not much to take off without showing you something." She muttered out loud. "Oh what the hell." She said as she slowly removed her blouse. As the last button became undone she pulled it apart. 

Jim gulped as he saw her smooth stomach and her pink matching bra. Her firm mounds showed little sag and he could see her darker nipples through the opaque material. 

Jim pulled his polo shirt over his head and looked at her. "You want a card?" 

"No, I'll stay." She smiled. 

Jim knew the best he could do right then was sixteen so he had to take a card since he was the dealer. He turned over an eight. It meant his ace had to be a one and that he now had fourteen. He had to take another card. He quickly turned over another card. A nine. He busted. "Shit. I busted." He moaned as he showed her his other cards. Maggie now had her blouse back as well as his shoes. 

"I won." She said smiling. She picked up the blouse, shirt and shoes and pulled them next to her. She didn't put the blouse back on and Jim was not going to say anything. "I like this game." She giggled as she picked up her next cards. She had a ten and an ace. She quickly turned the ace over. "I GOT BLACKJACK!" She yelled. "You have to take off your pants." 

Jim realized she had one more piece of clothing that he did. "You have more clothes than I do." He grinned. 

"Yes but I'll show more than you if I take off my bra." She giggled. "The pants." 

Jim stood up by the bed and released his belt and pants. He pushed them down over his briefs which were being pushed out by his six inch hard-on. "I think I'm being scammed." He laughed nervously as he sat down on the bed trying to pretend she was not seeing his hard prick. 

I have to win this one. Jim thought as he passed out the next two cards. He nervously picked his up. Good. He had nineteen. 

Maggie wanted to win so bad but realized her nine and six was probably not high enough. "I'll check." She said remembering what she was supposed to say if she didn't want to bet. 

If Jim placed a bet he would have to remove his briefs. So he checked as well. 

"Hit me." Maggie said. Jim turned over a seven. Twenty-two. She busted. She turned it over to see him smile. She had to remove something. She looked at his prick as she pulled her skirt down and under her tiny panties and off her legs. They sat looking at each other's underwear. The next hand would expose someone's privates. 

"Shuffle them." Maggie said hoping she would win. The room was deathly silent as they picked up their next cards. Maggie had a jack and a ten. She smiled. 

Jim had a seven in the hole and picked up a nine. He had to take another card. "Want a card?" He asked. 

"Don't we have to bet first?" She giggled. 

Jim shook his head yes but did not make a move to remove his briefs. He wanted her to go first. 

"Chicken." Maggie grinned as she released the bra snaps behind her back and pulled the pink laced bra over her naked breasts. Her small nipples poked out at him. "Your turn." 

Jim tried to act cool as he smiled at her while pushing down the tight elastic over his pubic mound and rigid penis. His mushroom head popped out as the skimpy briefs moved down over his thighs and off his feet. He sat back naked. 

"Um..." Maggie said grinning. He was not as long as Joe but he was certainly thicker. She again leaned back on her hands to push out her bare breasts at him. 

"What do we do now?" Jim asked. "I have nothing to bet." 

"Then you have to do whatever I say." Maggie smiled. 

"I'll take a card." Jim said trying not to imagine what she would ask him to do. He turned over a six. Twenty-one. "Want to bet?" He asked trying to keep a poker face. 

"Yes." She said as her fingers pinched the waistband of her panties and pushed them down her hips until her blonde bush appeared. She lifted her hips and slowly...very slowly pushed the pink undies with a small ribbon tied in a bow over her moist and glistening lips. Maggie giggled and tossed them on the pile. 

"Do you call?" Maggie asked. 

"Yes. But, I have no more clothes." His prick was throbbing. 

"You have to do as I say if you lose." 

"OK." Jim said smiling. He knew that he had already won. "What do you want me to do?" 

Maggie put her finger under her chin while she thought. "I want you to touch me all over." 

Jim didn't want to win if it meant he would not be able to touch this beautiful creature. "OK." He said looking at the small puff of golden hair resting over her thin slit. 

Maggie turned over her ten. "Twenty." She said grinning. 

Jim looked at his Ace in the hole. He had twenty-one but just smiled as he turned them all over and tossed them in the pile of cards. "You win." 

"And so do you." Maggie commented as she picked up the cards and moved her nakedness down in front of him. "Well?" 

Jim looked but did not touch for almost a minute. Finally his hand moved over to land on top of her stomach. She giggled. "Up or down?" 

He looked down at her yellow mane and up at her round orbs. He went up first and teasingly crossed over her breasts avoiding her hard bullets. His fingers explored her soft breasts and up over her shoulders and around her neck. He traced down her arms to her wrist, hands and fingers. 

Maggie felt like a goddess as he praised her treasures. His fingers toyed with her hard nipples. "That feels good." She moaned with her eyes closed. 

As one hand played with her boob the other swerved downward in small circles over her navel and down the fine blonde hairs leading to the small cluster below. It was like the sun sitting on top of her pussy. He moved through her softness until he touched the top of her slit. As his finger moved lower her legs opened. 

"Ummm." She purred as he pushed on her hard clit. "Keep touching me there and I'll do anything you want." 

Jim's heart raced. "Anything? Was she offering him what he thought she was offering?" 

"Sure." She giggled as her hand moved over to crawl quickly up his hairy thigh. Her fingers tickled the tip of his penis. "Anything you want." 

Jim's mind strolled through the list of things he wanted Maggie to do but as he thought his finger stopped moving. 

"Uh..you are not moving your finger." Maggie said as her own fingers curled around his hard-on. As Jim's finger moved again on her clit her hand stroked his hardness. 

"What do you want Jim?" She giggled as her head moved over until her mouth was an inch over the purple tip of his prick. "This?" She asked as her tongue slithered out to lick the pre-come droplets. Her big blue eyes looked up at his for an answer. He couldn't speak. 

"Or this?" She smiled as her mouth opened wide and moved down, down and down until his whole unit disappeared. Jim tried to keep touching her clit but his arm and body couldn't move as her head moved up and down. Never had Janet given him a blowjob. 

Maggie felt him ready to pop and moved her mouth away. "We have to finish our game." She quickly moved to the other side of the bed. 

"Geez...Maggie." Jim groaned visibly frustrated. 

"Don't worry the night is still young." 

Jim dealt out the cards and looked to see two fives. Maggie had a ten showing. 

"Bet?" Jim asked.

"Ok. I'll finish your blowjob if you win." She giggled. 

Jim took a deep breath. "What do you want me to do if I lose?" 

Maggie's mind came up with it. "You have to go to the window and with the curtains open stand naked for two minutes facing outward." 

Jim remembered the window in their room faced the other half of the hotel. Anyone looking out could see him. "I could get arrested." 

"I doubt it." She laughed. "Well?" 

Shit. He wanted her to finish the blowjob. "OK. Want a hit?" 

Maggie smiled and shook her head no. 

"I do." Jim said excited. He turned over a queen. TWENTY! He turned over the two fives and smiled. "Beat that." 

Maggie looked sad as she turned over her card. Jim couldn't believe it when he saw the ace. She had blackjack. 

"FUCK!" He groaned. "You're going to make me do this?" 

"Yes. And if you want the game to continue you cannot move no matter what happens." 

Jim took a deep breath and stood to walk over to the window. He peaked out the window and saw lights in many of the rooms across the way. 

"Not yet. And you cannot cover your penis." She laughed. "OK now." Maggie said as she picked up the phone and called her room. Joe answered it. "Hello." 

"Joe, it's me. Is Janet still there?" Maggie saw Jim turn to look at her. 

"Yes. Shit she won't leave me alone." Joe said. "You want to talk to her?" 

"No. Just take her to the window and look at the room one floor below you and directly across from you." Maggie grinned. Jim now knew what she was doing and quickly pulled back until he was behind the curtain. 

"I'm not going to be naked with my wife looking down at me knowing you are in our room." He said upset. 

"Joe. Make sure Jim can see her too OK?" 

Jim peaked out to see a figure in the window. His mouth opened when he saw she was also naked. "HOLY SHIT!" He exclaimed. "How?" He asked as he turned to Maggie. 

"Open the curtain and show yourself or the game is over." Maggie threatened. 

Jim looked up at his wife as he opened the curtain and stepped forward. His hard-on was on display. 

***** 

"Why are you looking out the window so much?" Frank asked his wife who was standing in her nightgown peaking out the curtains. 

"I think I can see a naked man over there." Margaret whispered to her husband. "Come here and look." 

"I really don't want to see any naked man." Frank said as he turned over to fall back asleep. 

"Wait. A naked woman just moved out next to him." She giggled. 

Frank was out of the bed and next to her before she could blink. "Where?" 

"To the right." Margaret said pointing at the window. "You see them?" Margaret knew her husband could see better than she could. 

"Damn." Frank said as he recognized the faces. "It's our daughter and son." He stared at the pink curves of his youngest daughter. 

"Please don't curse. Which daughter?" She said squinting. 

"Maggie." He said. He couldn't see any dark bush between her thighs. 

"Maggie and Joe." 

"No. That's the problem." He said. "It's Maggie and Jim."

"No fucking way." Margaret said.

***** 

Janet looked down at the window and saw the naked form of her husband. She gasped when Maggie's head and bare chest came around to look up at her. Then Maggie's whole nude body appeared. 

"I hope you are not angry." Joe whispered as he pushed his semi-hard penis up against her bare ass. 

Janet laughed. "Why would I be angry when I have this?" Her fingers again found his manhood. "And she has Jim? Come back to bed." 

Joe moaned as he crawled up between her thick thighs for the third time tonight. 

*****

"Two minutes are up." Jim said as he turned. "You set this whole thing up didn't you?" He said as he moved closer to her body. 

"Yes." She said looking down at her feet. "I wanted to see you naked." 

"Is that all you wanted?" Jim asked as his hand gently pushed her back onto the bed where she fell onto her back. Her legs were opened wide as he moved his prick up to her golden gate. 

"At first it was." She said as her legs wrapped around his hips. "Until I saw how thick you are. Please fuck me." She whispered as she nibbled on his ear. 

His thick salami spread her moist folds wider and wider as he pushed inside of her. "OH GOD YOU ARE SPLITTING ME OPEN!" She screamed as his shaft entered her. 

"Is Janet fucking Joe?" Jim asked as he moved his prick slowly out and quickly back in. 

"Yes." Maggie moaned as his lips found her hard nip. 

"That I would like to see." He laughed. 

"OK. But after you fuck me first." Maggie growled as her fingernails cut into his back. Their bodies raced to completion. "NOW!" She screamed as she felt his hot juices splatter at the back of her love canal. 

*****

Joe did not hear the outer door open because he was being smothered with Janet's huge breasts as she rode the bronco. He also did not hear the two people walk into their room and stand at the side of the bed. 

"If I didn't see it I wouldn't believe it." Jim said looking at his naked wife who was lifting and lowering her pussy and craving even more. 

Janet looked up and smiled. "See what you've been missing." 

He didn't realize Maggie had her clothes off until her naked body fell next to her husbands. "Come on we have to catch up." 

Jim quickly stripped and moved down between Maggie's legs His shaft moved into her already dripping hole and his hips matched Janet's as they fucked the younger couple. 

*****

"They are not answering." Frank whispered to his wife as they stood outside of Jim and Janet's room. 

"Let's go to the penthouse." Margaret said. "Maybe Maggie knows what's going on?" 

Frank knocked on the penthouse door and it suddenly opened. Someone didn't close it all the way. "It's open." He announced as he tiptoed into the sitting room. They moved quietly to the bedroom door and heard the obvious sounds of intercourse. "If Maggie is upstairs then who is in there?" Margaret whispered as they moved into the dim bedroom. 

"FUCK ME JOE!" Janet screamed as she approached a climax for the third time tonight. Joe smiled knowing that he had lasted longer than his brother. "I'M COMING AGAIN!" She screamed as they both exploded. 

Janet's spent body fell off of Joe's and she looked up at the two dark figures standing next to the bed. "Who's next?" She asked with a laugh. Suddenly the table lamp exploded the room into light. Her heart stopped when she saw her mother and father. "DAD! MOM!"

Maggie's head turned to see her shocked parent's face. "MOM! DAD!" 

"Shit." Joe said as he rolled off the other side of the bed. Jim hid his face in the large pillow with his bare ass on display. 

"When you four get through with what you are doing please come to our room." Margaret said with steam coming out of her ears. She turned to move out of the room. However Frank stayed behind looking down Janet's and Maggie's naked bodies. 

"FRANK!" Margaret shouted. "COME ON!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him out. 




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"I think we fucked up." Maggie said looking over at her sister. 

Janet smiled. "Yes. But it was worth it." Her naked breasts moved into her sister's smaller ones. Their hard nipples pressed together. 

"This is the best honeymoon ever." Maggie whispered in Janet's ear. She could feel her older sister's hand moving down over her bare buttocks. Maggie pushed Janet's head back and looked into her eyes. "I love you sis." Janet was about to say the same as Maggie's mouth smashed against hers. She lost her voice when Maggie's tongue explored her lips and throat. Their legs opened to allow thighs to press against their moist pussies. 

Janet broke her mouth away. "I've never..." 

"I just learned today." Maggie giggled. "Lie back and I'll show you what I learned." 

"Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?" Joe asked Jim as they starred at Maggie's head moving between her sister's thighs. 

Maggie and Janet never thought once about facing their parents. Right now all they thought about was pleasing each other. Janet turned her body until her own mouth could reciprocate the pleasure. She captured Maggie's clit between her lips and flicked her tongue across it until Maggie screamed. Soon afterwards Janet did the same. 

The four drained bodies got dressed and headed upstairs. Janet knocked but there was no answer. He knocked again. Suddenly the door opened and Margaret's face looked out at them. "We are busy right now." She giggled. "We can talk tomorrow morning." As she closed the door her bare right breast popped out at them. She winked and slammed the door shut. 

Maggie, Joe, Janet and Jim headed back to the penthouse. "Only six more days." Jim laughed as he dealt two cards to each player...

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Note from Slickman: Many things besides bodies were EXPOSED in this story. As always I kept it open to see if your feedback and votes tell me to continue it. Take care...Slickman.



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"Have you ever done any print modeling before?" Kim Fairchild says, shutting the door of her office behind her.

Kim Fairchild doesn't look like an executive for an adult magazine, but then again Joel Wilcox doesn't know what an executive for an adult magazine should look like. Joel is twenty-three, with dark good looks and a polite, self-effacing manner that women read either as modest and quiet, or confident and mysterious. But it is not his personality that he is shopping today.

"No," Joel replies, in answer to her question. 

The whole experience is a bit surreal. A week ago Joel appeared naked with three women and two men in a performance art piece staged in a Westside loft. Two days later, he got a call from the director of the gallery. Someone had seen him at the show and wanted to know if he was interested in being photographed for an adult magazine. He was given a name and phone number and told that the money was good. 

Kim motions for Joel to sit as she walks toward her chair behind a huge glass topped desk. She is an attractive woman in her early thirties, with intelligent eyes, flawless skin, and a short cropped blonde haircut that is fashionable if unruly. She wears a dark red shade of lipstick that adds a touch of drama to her face without being showy. Her pant suit is pale green; the white blouse underneath is simple, with broad starched lapels that open at the neck. She wears no jewelry.

Joel settles into a soft leather chair across from her. The office is sleek and modern, a medley of black lacquer and brushed chrome. Through the window behind Kim's desk, Beverly Hills lies unobstructed.

Kim sits in a tall, black leather office chair and studies him with a painter's eye for detail. "Forty-five percent of our readership is female," she says with a hint of challenge in her voice. "Does that surprise you?"

Joel isn't sure. He likes the implication that today's women are comfortable with the magazine's stock in trade, glossy, full-color, in-your-face brand of sex. "No," he says, smiling agreeably. 

"You were in a show at the Greenberg gallery," she says. 

"My friend Collette hooked me up. She teaches a life drawing class," he says in his easy manner. "I do some modeling for her students."

"You like taking your clothes off in front of people?"

Joel smiles in spite of himself. "Sure," he says. 

Kim fixes her eyes on him again for a second then looks away at some papers on her desk.  "I take it that you're familiar with our magazine?" she says lifting the papers and tapping them on end with an officious air.

"Yes," he says, trying to recall the last issue he had seen. 

"Then you understand what we're looking for." She waits just a second to emphasize the point. "If we hire you, you are agreeing to being photographed in a very explicit manner. I cannot emphasize that point enough. You must be absolutely sure you want to do this type of work. Once you sign the contract, you are bound by its terms and conditions. The bottom line is this is a business. We take what we do very seriously and expect the same from you." Kim pauses for a moment. "Occasionally we run into what we call performance issues, particularly with our male models. We don't really have time to deal with bullshit at the eleventh hour when we have a crew and deadlines waiting. So, if you're shy or anxious or think you might have second thoughts, now is the time to say it, and we won't waste each other's time any longer." She pauses again. "I assume we won't have a problem with that?" 

"No," he says.

"So, let's go ahead and have you sign the preliminary release, and then we'll have Susan come in." Kim pushes a sheet of paper and pen across the desk towards him. "Basically, this says you are eighteen years of age, that you are choosing to proceed of your own free will, and that you will hold us harmless."

He scans the page, signs at the bottom and hands it back to her.

"Good," she says. "Hold on." She picks up the phone and punches the keypad. "Tell Susan we're ready." She replaces the phone and folds her hands in front of her. "Susan is one of our project coordinator. She'll want to see you naked."

"Here?" Joel says, with mild surprise.

"There's a chair and a screen over in the corner where you can undress. And, in case you're worried," she adds with a nod, "the windows are tinted. No one can see in."

Joel gets up and walks behind the screen. A moment later, the air is punctuated with a sharp tap on Kim's door, followed by the staccato tick-tocking of heels on the hardwood floor that is silenced once they hit Kim's Persian carpet. As Joel unbuttons his shirt, he hears a muted exchange of greeting between the women and the rustling of paper.

Joel hangs his shirt on a hook, then slides his pants off. On the wall behind the screen is a full length mirror. He turns and studies his reflection. A ninety minute workout that morning has blasted his upper body to massive proportions. His shoulders and chest are dense and hard; the corded muscles in his abdomen sharply defined. He breathes in, peering over his shoulder at the muscles in his back; then he slips off his underwear. His eyes trail down to his dick thickening with excitement. Experience has taught him how to arouse himself for extended periods of time without achieving full erection. He circles the index finger and thumb of his right hand around the base of this cock, then begins stroking himself lightly back and forth, up and down, awakening the powerful contracting muscles deep in his groin. He watches his penis expand in the mirror, smooth and veined, tapering to the long, beveled head. After a half minute, he extends the strokes down the entire length, finishing with the head. He releases his grip, allowing his dick to hang free. He checks himself in the mirror one more time, noting the symmetry of his shoulders and chest, narrowing at the waist, pulling the eye down inevitably to the dark root between his legs. Satisfied, he walks out from behind the screen into the open office. 

The women look up as he approaches, suppressing any hint of desire behind a mask of professional objectivity. Susan Beckwith wears dark eye shadow that obscures her pale blue eyes. Her dark brown hair is piled on her head and pulled back with a clip. Single strands hang loose around the edges of her face. She wears clear lip polish, a black and white V-striped top that bares her collar bone, and a black denim skirt with zippers. Despite her and Kim's concealed reaction, Joel senses a crackling sexual current suffusing the room. The approval he wants is always silent and restrained - in the case of women it manifests itself in widened eyes, lingering looks, and nervous uncertainty. Sometimes he sees the chest rising, nipples hardening perceptibly beneath bra and blouse. 

"Susan," Kim begins, "this is Joel Wilcox."

Joel reaches out and shakes Susan's hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise," she says, releasing his hand. She steps back, eyeing him like a thoroughbred from head to toe. "That is one incredible body."

"Thank you," he says.

Susan walks around him for a moment, studying his back, shoulders and, finally, the muscles in his ass, while she deliberates. "The problem," she begins, "and I hate to use that word because I like what I see, is that it's almost too much." Susan looks over at Kim. "You know what I mean?" 

"Too much?" Joel says.

"Rule number one," Susan says, looking him in the eye "is that we never upstage the girls. Your job is to make them look good; but you can't look better than them. Capiche?" She glides her hand over his ass, then pats it. "Don't worry. We're not going to let this body go to waste."

Susan walks over to Kim's desk where Kim leafs through a glossy stack of female models. She pauses on one. Susan shakes her head. The women scan the rest of the pictures until Susan waves her hand in frustration. She stares at Joel. "How about Lauren?" 

"Yvonne wants her by herself," Kim says.

"Change of plans. Let's get her pictures." 

Kim picks up the phone. "Missy, get me Lauren's tests." 

Susan turns to Joel. "This girl is absolutely stunning. She's nineteen, breathtaking, like a child woman, absolutely pure, incredibly sexual. It's a crime to put a stitch of clothing on her. Head to toe tan, five foot four, perfect body, small tits and a gorgeous, flowering pussy that'll make your mouth water. The kicker is her pierced clit. It makes me wet just thinking about it." 

Joel feels a surge between his legs - the sudden sensation of his cock lifting and hardening. He breathes in, surprised by his susceptibility to Susan's description. Lapses like that have been few over the last year - once when two female art students kept licking their lips suggestively during a life drawing class; the other at the sight of a woman wearing a sheer white evening gown with a plunging open back on the night of the gallery's opening. He looks down for a second to check himself. The moment lasts less than a split second. When he looks up he catches the faintest smile on Susan Beckwith's face.

"I think," she says, "that you're going to like Lauren."

A second later, Joel hears a tap at the door. Susan crosses the room and accepts Lauren's file through the parted doorway. She closes the door and walks back to Kim's desk where she drops the file down unopened. Susan leans against the desk shifting her gaze down to his cock. 

"We need to see you hard," she says.

Joel looks from Susan to Kim. "It's a cock and pussy business," Kim says. "We like to see exactly what we're getting." 

The irony is that Joel has trained himself to fight down the erection impulse when he's naked in public. The request to produce a hard-on by request shouldn't come as a surprise given the circumstances, but it feels strange.

"Right here?" he says.

"Right here," Susan says. "And don't worry about us. We're used to watching." She leans back against the desk and folds her arms. 

Joel hesitates for a moment, considering the peculiarity of masturbating for a job interview. He reaches down and takes his cock in his right hand. 

"A word of advice," Susan says. "Plan on getting it up and keeping it up yourself. We've got girls who will suck you in a pinch, but don't count on it."

The electricity that Joel felt crackling through the air a minute ago vanishes. He works his hand up and down, but his dick refuses to get bigger. Instead, he feels the core softening under the slick outer skin. Panic begins to set in. Fuck, he thinks. Fuck. This cannot be happening. Not here. Not now. Not with these women. Relax, he thinks. Relax. His mind begins racing for an image, but he can settle on nothing. He tries thinking about Susan lifting up her skirt, and Kim unbuttoning her top. But the two women sit in front of him like twin sphinxes, patient, watching. 

"Maybe this will help," Susan says at last, opening the file on the desk and handing him a glossy eight by ten photograph. 

The picture she gives him is of a girl with skin the hue and color of bronze, standing naked on a white terrace overlooking a cobalt blue ocean. She is turned in a three-quarter pose emphasizing her slender arms and budding young breasts. Her hair is honey-browned from the sun and pulled back from her face. The lips are soft, full, and slightly parted. Her eyes, green and translucent, draw him in. She is at once unaware of her beauty, and fully knowledgeable of its power. She is both innocent and worldly. The eyes haunt him - full of purity and hope, but beguiling. The contradiction stirs him. As the sensation of fullness builds between his legs, Susan hands him another picture. 

The girl is now standing underneath an outside shower, letting the water cascade over her burnished skin. She is naked except for a pair of heels that accentuate her calf muscles, thighs, and smooth ass. Joel's eyes wander over her firm body. 

Susan hands him another picture. The girl is now lying on a chaise lounge naked, staring at the camera without a hint of inhibition. Her legs are spread wide, exposing the moist pink center of her sex. Around the perimeter, the dark lips of her pussy fold out like the pedals of an exotic flower. A wisp of hair crowns her vulva. In spite of these charms, it is the sight of two tiny stainless steel balls tucked up near the hooded apex of her pussy that excites him most. He studies the glinting metal, then looks back to the face and the eyes: calm, persistent, beckoning. Joel feels the sensation of his penis growing and thickening. 

"That's it," Susan says, watching his penis telescope out and straighten. "That's what we're looking for." She hands him another picture. "Now imagine how good she's going to look in person." 

The camera moves in tighter. He sees the position of the steel balls more clearly now. The protruding nub of her young clit has been completely pierced through from side to side. A thin steel post has been inserted through its tender core with the steel balls screwed snuggly against the shiny pink flesh. He imagines the sensation she feels when she walks, of being stimulated by the constant friction of steel against flesh. The thought makes his cock ache, stiffening to ramrod hardness, engorged, and fully distended. 

"Here," Susan says, gesturing toward the pictures. "Let me take those."

Joel hands her the pictures. 

She lays them aside, letting her eyes trace over the outline of his body for half a minute. "I'd like to schedule a test session to see what you look like on film. It gives our makeup people something to work with."

Joel nods.

Susan turns to Kim. "What do you think about the body hair?"

Kim considers for a moment. "He needs to be shaved and waxed." 

Susan turns back toward Joel. "I should probably tell you that Lauren is gay, so it's unlikely that you'll actually get to fuck her, if you were wondering about that. Most of the sex is simulated anyhow. I hope that isn't a problem."

"No," Joel says, swallowing. 

"A lot of our male models assume there's penetration, so I want to be clear about that so you understand the limits. Occasionally we have problems with guys expecting to come in the first ten minutes. These sessions can take a few hours. You need to be prepared. It takes discipline and self-control."

Joel nods.

"All right," Susan says. "It was nice to meet you, Joel. I've got another meeting I've got to get to. Kim will wrap things up with you." Susan smiles. She turns toward Kim. "Call me," she says.

Joel listens to the departing sound of Susan's heels on the hardwood floor, then the opening and closing of the office door. 

"Well," Kim says once the room is quiet. "Do you have any questions?"

"Do I get the job?"

"We like what we see."

"So, is that a yes?"

Kim clicks the end of a pen several times. "Have you given any thought to opportunities in the future?"

"Opportunities?" he says. 

She clicks the pen again. "I'm talking about work that goes beyond this one photo session."

Joel watches her, silent, waiting.

"Let's just say there are doors that can open for a talented young man like yourself who is willing to listen and learn. Possibilities you may not have even thought about before today."

She pauses.

"You seem bright and you've got a helluva body. Of course, it would require commitment on your part. It's a competitive business. Depending on your enthusiasm, I might be able to help you. Introduce you to people. That kind of thing. Of course, I'd expect something in return."

"How much?"

"Twenty percent. And other terms to be mutually agreed upon." She waits. "Maybe you need to think about it?"

"No," Joel breathes in. "Let's do it." 

Kim smiles. "Good," she says. "Why don't we start off with you showing me some of that enthusiasm."

Joel walks around the side of the desk as Kim picks up the phone, punches the keypad, and waits. "Hold my calls for the next fifteen or twenty minutes. I'm finishing up with Mr. Wilcox. Okay?" 

Joel stops next to her, his cock swollen and throbbing, aching for release. 

"Thanks," she says and hangs up the phone.

* * * * * 



Exposed



Linda and Michelle had squabbled for years. They had similar builds and seemed to attract the same men which had once again caused a problem. Linda had gone out with Bill last week and the two had become a couple before she found out Bill had been dating Michelle. Linda had heard that Michelle was very upset but usually they merely exchanged a few nasty comments and left it at that. 

Linda went to her favorite bar Wednesday night expecting Bill to show up after work. She had just finished her third Bloody Mary and went to the counter to get one more. Sue the Bartender quickly poured Linda her fourth Bloody Mary and Linda grabbed it and started to turn around. In that instant she felt both eyes burn like they were on fire. Before she could realize that a drink had been thrown in her eyes, Linda felt a head butt into her stomach, knocking the wind out. Blinded and out of air, she was in no shape to resist. Linda felt hands grab her hair and she was dragged across the barroom floor. Still blinded and out of breathe, she was defenseless against the fist that slammed into her stomach once again. Totally helpless, Linda felt her top being pulled over head. Once her arms were pinned over her head, the attacker quickly unfastened her bra.

Linda slowly began to get some much needed air in her lungs when she became aware that the bra was refastened through her top and under her chin which kept her arms pinned over head and her view totally obstructed to what was going on. Linda was just beginning to be able to see again after the beer in her eyes washed out only to find out she was like the man in the iron mask, unable to see through her top and bra which had been fastened in a way to inhibit her sight and movement. With all that going on, Linda was totally unaware that her 44DD breasts were on display for the whole bar to see. Linda felt a tug on her bra restraints and was suspended over the jaw of the bear head mounted in the bar. Linda was totally helpless and was just beginning to realize how exposed she was. 

Linda felt someone moving behind her. With her arms restrained over her head, she was forced to move her feet forward and was arched chest forward giving all the patrons maximum view of her massive chest. If her head had not been covered, the whole room could have seen how red her face was. She tried to yell but the cloth in her face and the bra around her chin prevented her from saying anything intelligible. Then it started, tickling under both armpits. Incessant tickling began up and down both sides of her body. Linda began to convulse in hysterical laughter. She had always been very ticklish. Her body was contorting as much as she could given the restraints to her arms. Her legs were moving a mile a minute and this was causing her massive breasts to bounce like a pair of rubber balls. Then a second pair of hands started tickling the back of her knees. Linda could not stand it, she was laughing so hard she began to hyperventilate. 

Linda was laughing so hard she did not even notice her pants had been unfastened and were slowly drifting down her legs, not that she could have done anything about it. Linda's jeans came to rest down around her ankles. Basically, she was wearing only her panties at this time. The two pairs of hands continued to tickle Linda without pause, who through the laughter, began to feel another sensation. The three Bloody Marys had made their way through her system and now she had to pee really badly. Linda couldn't be heard through her laughter anyway and whoever was doing this probably didn't care. Moments later the muscles released a huge flow of urine. The hands stopped tickling Linda. Slowly Linda got air back into her lungs as the tickling ceased. Linda was finally aware of how totally exposed she was. She was standing in a bar wearing only her panties which she had just thoroughly soaked with her own piss. She heard a hiss, "that'll teach you to steal my boyfriend!" It was definitely Michelle. Then there was silence. Moments later several pairs of male hands proceeded to free Linda from her confines. Amazingly, several hands found it necessary to grope her breasts. Apparently the key to freeing her arms tied over her head rested in her breasts. Even more ironically, her bra came up missing and her top was pretty much useless after supporting her weight while she convulsed under to the torrid tickling torture. Bill was no where to be seen which may have been a good thing. Linda decided that fourth Bloody Mary was that important as she quickly headed home. Payback was definitely in order. 



Exposed - A Role Reversal



I stood looking at myself in the full-length bathroom mirror as I slowly towelled myself dry. I was naked and feeling horny, the bathroom window, wide open, allowing the summer breeze to caress my bare skin. Just looking at myself, was turning me on. Was it normal for a guy to find his own body arousing? I wondered. I was not gay and yet my own ripped physique was turning me on. 

Maybe it was just the thought of someone else enjoying the view. 

Although only nineteen, the years of boxing since I was twelve had given me a ripped abdomen and well-toned muscles with no visible fat. My favourite feature was the distinct v-shaped ridge of muscle going from my lower abs to my lower groin. Almost like an arrow directing the way to my genitalia. I had shaved my hair down there leaving just a little around the base of my cock, which further accentuated the view. I oiled my lightly tanned skin and allowed my hand to linger slightly too long as I stroked it into my semi hard cock. 

I imagined exposing myself for others, enjoying the thought of someone being turned on at the sight of me. I cast my mind back a week, to when this had actually happened. I had taken last Wednesday off work. Most people, including my housemate, were at work and the street seemed deserted. Having nothing planned and with the weather hot and sunny, I decided to chill out with a book in the sun. 

As I was feeling horny and knew no one would be around to see me, I reached for a tight pair of white speedos; the result of an ill advised purchase. I had bought them on a whim, but when I got them home, they had been far too tight and skimpy to wear in public, although they did lead to some enjoyable masturbation sessions. I slipped them on and sure enough, the low slung trunks left nothing to the imagination; barely covering my semi hard cock. 

I grabbed a book, my laptop, sunglasses and the sun tan oil and headed downstairs and outside. Once on the sun lounger I put on my glasses and started oiling myself up. I was feeling pretty horny being outside so close to being naked; imagining that I was putting on a bit of a show, whilst safe in the knowledge that the neighbours would all be at work. 

I could feel my cock throbbing deliciously against the tight confines of its silky prison. A slight warm breeze heightening the sensation of exposure as it touched so much exposed skin. I looked down my stomach at the low-slung strip of fabric stretched over my thick manhood. The speedos were below my hip bone and there was so much of my groin exposed that it was apparent I was shaven; I looked positively indecent. 

I slightly moved my hips feeling my cock slide against its silky prison. A movement suddenly caught my eye from next door's upstairs window. I kept my head still and with my eyes hidden behind the dark glasses peered in that direction. 

I was sure I could see movement, but the window was hard to see into from below. I grabbed my laptop and logged into the software for my wireless security cameras. I selected the view from the hidden one mounted on a tall tree at the back of the garden. It was pointing along the rear fence; covering the approach from the rear gate. Whilst I had originally fitted it for honest reasons, it would be a lie to say other purposes had never crossed my mind. 

I took control of it and rotated the camera until it was pointing straight into next door's upstairs window and zoomed in. 

Sure enough, the lady from next door was standing two feet back from her window, looking down at me. Her short skirt was rucked up at the front where her arm disappeared under it. It was making slow movements where she was clearly stroking herself, her other hand was caressing her breasts through a thin tee shirt and tweaking obviously erect nipples. 

My neighbour was a well groomed lady in her forties who clearly kept herself in great shape. As I watched the screen, she started undoing the buttons up the front of the skirt until it dropped to the floor. Revealing tiny cotton panties and slim bare legs accentuated by high heels. I could see a damp patch where her fingers were rubbing the tiny cotton triangle into herself. 

As I took in this hot view I had to remind myself what her own gaze was fixed so intently on. 

I felt my cock twitch at the thought of her eyes boring into my exposed body. I decided to play a game with her. She would no doubt imagine I was watching some porn on my laptop. I let my other hand rest on my crotch and lightly start running my fingers up and down the prominent nylon encased cylinder now so clearly defined. 

I watched her hand stop for a second as she stepped closer to her window for a better view. Her hands then resumed their own ministrations as she ground her pussy against her hand and caressed her perky looking breasts. Her nipples looked so defined I guessed she must have no bra on, but yet they stood up so proud. 

I decided to up the ante and let my fingers slide inside my speedos and started touching my now rock hard manhood directly. The neighbour clearly liked this, as her own hand slid inside the tiny strip of fabric covering her shaven pussy mound. Suddenly she lifted both arms and deftly removed her tee shirt to reveal a strappy little quarter cup bra leaving her full looking breasts bare and her perfect erect nipples exposed. She cupped her breasts and repeatedly thumbed her rock hard looking nipples. Then she reached up and unpinned her neatly arranged hair letting her rich brown locks fall haphazardly over her shoulders. 

I slowly eased my trunks down at the front steadily releasing my cock and then continued to stroke the rigid shaft in plain view. I watched on the screen as she licked her lips, stepped right up to her window and let her hand stray back inside her knickers. She then pushed them down and off completely, exposing her shaven mound and the glistening folds of her aroused pussy. 

I flicked my eyes, hidden behind my mirrored glasses, to the window and sure enough, she was now in plain view even without the webcam. 

I pushed my trunks off completely and threw them on the ground, enjoying the feeling of complete nudity in the summer air. I picked up the oil and poured a generous amount over my belly and watched it trickle in all directions; most of it down my crotch and over my balls. My throbbing cock stuck up proudly demanded attention, but first I slowly ran my hands over my belly and upper thighs and then over my oily crotch; working it into every place, leaving it glistening. Slowly I slid my hand up to the base of my pulsing manhood. 

I checked the laptop to see my voyeur in only high heels and the peek a boo bra now gyrating as she passionately ground her pussy against her hand; the other feverishly groping her breasts and squeezing her own erect nipples. She did not look like she had long to go. 

With that knowledge, I gripped my throbbing shaft and started to work the oil into it. Soon every vein was bulging on its glistening length. I increased my action as I watched the hot woman above moving herself against her hand to the same tempo. I could feel my own orgasm building inside me, my balls were pulled tight and I was now grinding my own hips up to meet my hand. I slid my other oily hand past it and worked a slippery finger against my arse hole. As the feeling built towards a crescendo I pushed it inside me, the feeling of it, combined with doing something so naughty while someone watched, pushed me over the edge. 

As my cock pulsed and spat in my grip shooting great globs of my semen over me I watched my voyeur staring at my show as she simultaneously had her orgasm. Her legs and belly quivering and her squealing voice audible even from there. I shot spurt after spurt over myself as my own moment of ecstasy seemed to last far longer than normal. 

As I came back to my senses, I looked directly up at her window and removed my glasses. We made eye contact, a look of acknowledgement at our mutual exposure and post coital bliss. The shared look only accentuating the moment. Then she stepped away and was gone. 

*****

Please leave positive or constructive comments. I am aware this isn't great literature or inch perfect grammar and punctuation. It's just about arousal. Let me know if it worked for you. Especially if you're a female reader. I love the idea I might get you aroused with my ideas. 

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Exposed Again!



A week had gone by since Linda had been exposed at the bar and things were going from bad to worse for her. Bill had not been the same since learning of her "public display." Linda knew that in a small town news of her humiliation was everywhere and Bill had surely been heckled. The only way to get this to stop and for her relationship to get back on track was to humiliate Michelle the same way Michelle had humiliated her.

Linda went to see Misty, Michelle's sister and her best friend. Misty was a known brawler who had whipped a few guys in her day. If anyone could help her with her problem, it was Misty. Besides, Misty and Michelle didn't get along anyway. Misty would probably get a kick out of helping to indirectly humiliate her own sister.

Misty was only too happy to oblige Linda. "First of all you have to get a hold of her hair about three inches from her scalp," Misty explained. "It will give you control of her head and also hurt more. She can move a little but only with pain, it is perfect."

Linda practiced a few times till she was sure she that part down. "What's next," she inquired. "Is this going to work with her being a couple of inches taller than me," Linda wanted to know.

"It's perfect because you will force her head down toward you where you jack her in the face a couple of times like this," continued Misty. "A few punches and the fight will be literally knocked right out of her. She will be yours to humiliate from there as you please."

"So where does Michelle hang out these days," Linda inquired, "I haven't seen her since the bar the other night. Is she going to attend your annual Halloween party next week?"

Misty assured Linda that Michelle would be there and was pretty sure she was going to come as Pamela Anderson. Linda could not wait. She got to Misty's place about an hour early dressed as Lara Croft from Tomb Raider. Linda helped Misty prepare for the party. "So what is the surprise for this year's party," asked Linda. Misty apparently didn't hear Linda and asked her to take some extras out to the barn. Linda's arms were full and she did not see the pile of cow manure on the path until she stepped into it and fell into it. 

Linda hurried back to the house and told Misty of her misfortune. Misty laughed hysterically at Linda for a couple of minutes before apologizing and getting her to the shower. Linda scrubbed and scrubbed trying to remove all traces of the cow manure which was long gone by now. Linda turned off the water and reached for the towel which suddenly was not there. Linda opened the curtain assuming the towel had slipped off. Instead, Michelle was there with Bill. 

Linda froze unable to process the many thoughts in her head. What was Bill doing there with Michelle? Why was Michelle grinning at her? Before Linda could speak, Michelle did. "Why Bill, didn't I tell you Linda was coming to the party in her birthday suit," Michelle stated smugly. Before Linda could protest, Michelle grabbed Linda by her arm and twisted it. Linda felt unbelievable pain in her wrist. Michelle released the pressure and calmly stated, "Linda you have just volunteered to be the surprise of this year's party. You will be placed in the center of the room wearing absolutely nothing. You will the subject of numerous games. You will agree to all this or I will put enough torque in your wrist that the tendons will literally burst. Then we will have another public "disagreement." Either way, you are the surprise and if you really like Misty so much you agree to this or Misty will be the surprise. You see big sister learned about messing with me two weeks ago and now listens to my every word. If you recall, there were two pairs of hands on you that night in the bar, the second pair were Misty's."

Linda was dumbfounded. Misty in on that night of humiliation, it couldn't be. The smirk on Bill and Michelle's face told a different story. Linda was led from the bathroom to the living room where she was cuffed to the ceiling and a ball gag put into her mouth. Soon guests began to arrive. Misty usually had fifty people at her parties but this year it was closer to a hundred. 

Linda endured several cash games that night. First everyone put a buck in and had to guess her measurements including the size of her nipples and clit. Winner takes all. The second game was how many guys in town she had slept with. Misty, her best friend recounted each and every one of them. The third game was how long did it take for Linda to have an orgasm with a vibrator on low. This was followed by how long it took for Linda to have an orgasm on high. The final game of the night was how long you had to tickle Linda for her to pee all over herself. Misty did the tickling.

The guest left with everyone exclaiming it was the best party ever. After the guests left, Michelle released Linda. "Did you think you could really take my boyfriend and get away with it," Michelle demanded. "If you did, you guessed wrong. Actually Bill asked what I would do if he slept with someone else. I told him to do it and find out. Bill really got a kick out of how I humiliated you, especially using your best friend to do it. O by the way, you have until 4 pm to get all your stuff out of Bill's house. I would be long gone by then. If you thought people talked about the last incident, wait till this one gets out."

Linda had to agree, getting out of town for a while seemed like the best thing to do. She couldn't stand anymore humiliation right now. If she only knew that things were going to get worse, much worse. 



Exposed & Helpless



The day was finally here. He had spent a week making preparations, followed by a week of waiting. Now, as he sped down the highway, Dan could feel his insides tremble. Was he going too far with Beth? Was he moving too fast? Sharing their fantasies was one thing, but would she really choose to act them out? He had something planned for Beth that amounted to sexual overload. Now he was afraid it might turn out to be more than she could handle. She might end up feeling used.

They hadn't known each other long. Three weeks ago, Dan had read a story that Beth had submitted to an internet sex-story site. It was a very hot story about a couple making it in a movie theater. He had decided to send her an email, and then had been inspired to write a story of his own. The stories had made both of them long for more, and Dan had talked her into taking the next step – meeting him for a drink.

That first "date" had been a revelation for them both. They had both been nervous at first, Beth particularly so. What was she thinking going out with a man she had met through an internet sex site? He could be a complete freak, or a stalker. Instead, Dan had turned out to be a good-looking man who seemed to know how to treat a woman. He was polite, not aggressive. He was taking his time getting to know her.

For his part, Dan was immediately taken by Beth. She was beautiful and spoke with a mix of shyness and confidence. Most importantly, she was intelligent. As far as he was concerned, that was the sexiest attribute a woman could have.

By the end of that night, they had held hands and then had kissed (an exquisite kiss, they both thought), but that was as far as they had gone. After all, there was no need to rush things. 

It was on the second date that they had rushed things... Once again they had met for drinks. Afterwards, Dan had walked Beth to her car. They had talked and kissed, and somehow the sexual tension had gotten the better of both of them. Neither could have said how it happened, but they ended up making love right there on the front seat of the car. With the car rocking, the two had ended up with Beth on top and Dan pounding into her pussy until they both came. When they looked up, trying to catch their breath, they found that there were two guys outside the car window enjoying the live sex show they had provided. Hurriedly, they had straightened their clothes, waved at the guys, and gotten the hell out of there. A few blocks down the road they had had to pull over – the two of them were laughing too hard to continue.

That had been the whole history of Beth & Dan's love life, the two dates coupled with a number of very hot and revealing emails. They hadn't spent more than a few hours together. Both were convinced, however, that when it came to eroticism they had a great deal in common. Each had an exhibitionist streak, excited by the prospect of being seen. Each tended to be a little submissive, enjoying the role of Slut, but they also enjoyed playing the dominant role now and again. Each of them got turned on by a little pain with their pleasure. Both loved to please, and both were adventurous. They didn't simply want the adventure; they craved it.

That was why Beth had decided to take a chance. She had agreed to let Dan plan a sexual adventure for her. She had promised that she would not back out, and would do whatever he asked. Her offer had required a great deal of bravery on her part, and now she was more than a little scared. She would be vulnerable, and she didn't really know him that well. Her mind had begun running wild with possible scenarios, imagining the things he might do to her. Yes, she would be vulnerable, and it made her pussy wet every time she thought of it. Now the time had arrived, and Beth was more afraid than ever.

"You're not too frightened, are you," Dan said as Beth got into the car?

"Hell yes, I'm frightened! You just better remember that 'Stop' means 'Stop.' Also you should know that if I'm not home by tomorrow, my friend has information about how to track you down."

"You are scared," Dan said! He sat for a moment without starting the car. "Look. I understand why you're scared. You're taking a chance on me. I appreciate what you're doing. Also, I think it was a sensible thing to tell your friend. I would have done the same thing in your position. I just want you to know that what I'm doing, what we're going to do today, is all for you. I want you to enjoy it, and if you're not enjoying it, even for a second, just tell me to stop and I will stop."

"Now I'm really scared," Beth said half joking, but his words had calmed her a little. She would take the chance. She had made up her mind.

As Dan started the car and drove off, they held hands, both of them feeling comfortable in the presence of the other and excited by the prospect of what lay ahead. Beth, of course, was dying to ask him details, but he had made it clear numerous times that she would just have to wait and see.

Eventually Dan broke the silence. They were turning off onto another road and he said, "It's an absolutely beautiful day, so I've decided we should start with a walk in the woods. I've brought along a picnic."

"That sounds nice," Beth replied, genuinely surprised. It was a beautiful day, close to 80 degrees, and she liked the idea of walking outdoors. Still, she was wondering what else he had in store for her. 

She wondered where they were going, but her question was soon answered. Two signs were ahead, one pointing the way to a High School on the right, the other indicating that a state park lay straight ahead. They continued straight, going into the park about half a mile before parking the car in a lot.

"Before we get out I'd like you to remove your bra and underwear," Dan said without preamble. After a moment of hesitation, Beth complied. She had followed Dan's instructions to wear a skirt, a sheer blouse and comfortable walking shoes. Now, she slid her panties down her legs and without removing her shirt completely, managed to pull her arms inside the shirt and remove her bra. She took both the bra and the panties and threw them on the floor of the car.

Dan got out, opened the trunk, and took out a large backpack. Then, taking Beth's hand, he led her to a path leading into the woods.

The two enjoyed a leisurely stroll down the hiking trail. Beth was particularly enjoying the warm breezes as they stirred over her body. Since she was wearing a short skirt and thin blouse, without the constraints of bra and underwear, those breezes felt delicious. It was one of the things that had always fueled her exhibitionism – the wonderful sensation of warm sun and cool air on her naked skin.

The path they were on led to a small lake, and before long they were circling the lake. On the far side, Dan came to a stop and set his backpack down. He had brought Beth to a wide circle of grass with a nice view overlooking the lake. From the backpack he removed a large blanket, which he spread on the grass, then he had Beth lay down on it.

"We're here to feed you, and you're not to use your hands," he said. With that, he removed a picnic basket from the backpack, lay down next to her, and began feeding her fruits and berries. They were delicious and Beth just lay there, basking in the attention. The sun felt delightfully warm on her body, particularly when Dan gently unbuttoned her blouse exposing her skin to the warm rays. He dragged a cool strawberry down her chin to the tip of her breast, making her tingle all over. Then, his fingers reached under her skirt and circled her clit ever so gently as he fed her grapes. Later, as he fed her the cheese and wine he had brought, he took the time to feed himself. He feasted on her body – kissing and nibbling her delicate skin from head to toe. But each time she would reach for him, he would have her return her hands to her sides. His touch and the feel of the breeze on her soaking wet pussy kept adding fuel to her desires. He was driving her crazy!

"I want you to fuck me," she softly pleaded. 

"Not so fast," he told her, "we have the whole afternoon ahead of us. Also, you've agreed to do as I tell you. Now, I want you to get up."

She stood and he removed the unbuttoned blouse. Then Dan removed the skirt that had been pushed up around her waist. Beth now stood before him naked and exposed to the world. Her shyness and defenses, for the moment, had been set aside just like so many clothes. She stood naked before him, his to command. For Beth, this freedom of letting go, of relinquishing control, had become more than just a metaphysical experience – it had become something akin to impending orgasm.

Dan now started leading her out of the grassy area, carrying the backpack but leaving the blanket, the food and her clothes behind. She felt a moment's hesitation, vulnerable as she was; yet without a word she followed him. Down the path they walked, and then off the path and into the woods. When Dan stopped, it was in front of a rope contraption that hung from the trees. It was a hammock of sorts, and then Beth realized what it was designed for.

"I made this for you," Dan told her. "I'd like to put you in it."

With that, he lifted Beth into the rope swing. It took some moments to position her properly. When he was finished, she was in a semi-sitting position. Her ass extended through the ropes at waist height, her legs were spread above her head, and she was a woman waiting to be used. Dan thought that he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He now walked behind her, lifting one of her arms, and before she knew it her wrist had been immobilized with a Velcro strap. Now he did the same with the other arm, and she made no effort to stop him.

With Beth's arms tied above and behind her head, Dan kissed her lips. "Don't be afraid my love," he said. "Everything I do is for you."

He now took more Velcro straps from his backpack, fastening her legs to the outer ropes of the makeshift hammock. Then reaching into his backpack one more time, he produced a blindfold, which he placed on her head.

"Oh my God," Beth said. The reality was beginning to sink in. She was as defenseless as a woman could be, naked, tied up, and spread wide in the great outdoors. She could hear the birds and bugs, and feel the breeze on her wet cunt and ass, but she could see nothing. Then she heard Dan walking away.

"Wait, please." Her tone was almost frantic.

"Don't worry sweet thing. I'm not going far, and I'll be right back. Trust me." And with that, the footsteps continued until they faded away.

Beth now was hanging naked and alone. Her ears strained trying to pick out the sounds in the surrounding forest. What if someone came? Why is Dan doing this? Her fears began to mount. Then, as she was about to test the strength of her bonds, she heard footsteps returning. "Dan?"

Dan hesitated for a moment, almost feeling sorry for her as he heard the note of panic in her voice. "Don't worry, baby, it's only me," he said. "I never lost sight of you, and I'm going to take good care of you. I'm hear to protect you." He kissed her and began to run his hands over her face, stomach, breasts, and legs. He could feel the fear begin to leave her body. Then, as he stroked gently between her pussy lips, she began to make soft moaning sounds, arching her back to meet his hand.

For Beth, the blackness of the blindfold was heightening each sensation. Unable to focus her eyes on anything, she focused all her attention on her nerve endings. Her whole body, it seemed, was straining to reach Dan's touch. She could feel her juices dripping down her ass, and each touch of Dan's hand brought a new moan of pleasure. One moment he was licking her asshole, fucking it with his tongue as she gently swung towards him from her perch in the trees. Then he was lapping at her clit as he gently slapped her ass. A moment later, he was thrusting his fingers in her cunt as he pulled on her nipple. Then, the sensation in her nipple lingered even as his hand slid down her belly and the finger in her pussy was joined by another in her ass.

By now, Beth was moaning and writhing, yearning for release. She had had three small orgasms and was headed for a large one. She was begging for Dan to fuck her. Over and over she begged until she felt his hands on her thighs, the tip of his cock brushing against her drenched opening. She wanted to thrust herself down, impale herself on his dick, but she had no leverage, no control. The control was all his, and he was teasing her – telling her that they were going to take it slow – pushing only a short way into her before pulling out. Then the realization hit her. There were too many hands.

Beth's mind came back into focus. There was a hand on her cunt, swirling around her clit. There was a hand on her breast, rolling her nipple between the fingers. There were two hands on her legs, as Dan maneuvered his cock into her pussy. "Was it Dan," she thought? Suddenly, there were lips kissing her hard on the mouth. "How many people were here?"

Beth gasped as the realization hit her, but the sensations were too much. She couldn't process the information. Unable to choose a response, her body was choosing for her. She moaned loudly as she felt even more hands touching her. "Yes, fuck me! Take me; fuck me." The words came out as an animal growl.

Now there were two hands on each breast, she thought. A finger was pushing its way into her asshole from underneath. The cock that had been so gentle and teasing was now pounding hard into her pussy. Two more hands, it seemed were dancing around the cock, playing with her clit and the lips of her cunt. It drove her over the edge.

Her orgasm hit her like an explosion radiating out from the center of her being. Her nerves became a shock wave of blinding heat and light. The explosion within her expanded until she could no longer tell where she left off and the world began. It wouldn't stop. The rush just kept coming until she nearly passed out. Then, hearing the sound of something between a scream and a moan, she realized it was her own voice that was crying out.

At some point, the waves of orgasm began to recede, leaving Beth hanging limp and spent. Her surrender was now complete. Her body hung there and her flesh shook with each slap of the dick and pelvis that continued to pound into her. She felt two or three fingers that were being rammed up her ass, but her ass was now accepting of anything that might be thrust up there. She felt wide open, helpless, and she was being fucked mercilessly. It was wonderful. One nipple was being twisted and stretched, and then, suddenly, someone bit hard on the other. Just that quickly, Beth was spiraling towards another orgasm.

Whoever was biting on her tit, bit down harder and the pain shot straight to her cunt. The orgasm exploded within her and Beth let out yet another moan. She felt a mouth kiss her bottom lip, then the cock began slamming into her even harder. Her flesh was being slapped so hard she was sure the sound could be heard all through the forest. She whimpered, still in the throes of orgasm, and felt a flood of fluid as the cock let loose within her.

Suddenly, it was over. The cock withdrew from her body, and the hands and mouths left her. She heard the sound of footsteps as they receded into the forest, then all was silence.

This time, Beth was not afraid. Instead, she hung there limply, catching her breath and feeling the air cool the sweat on her body and the cum which coated her ass. The serenity of the forest was interrupted only when she felt a bug crawling down her inner thigh towards her pussy. The feeling made her body tingle with goosebumps.

Now footsteps were returning – only one person this time, she was almost sure. "Hi baby," she heard Dan's voice as he lifted the blindfold from her eyes. He kissed Beth deeply, and she felt a wonderful sense of joy. Then he loosened her bindings and lifted her in his arms. It was good he was there to hold her. For a moment, Beth could hardly stand. Then, standing naked in the woods, she kissed him, and held him, and kissed him some more.

"The boys from the High School wanted me to thank you," Dan said. "I think they really enjoyed themselves."

"I think I did too," Beth purred. The grin on her face told it all.

"They wanted to fuck you, but I told them they'd have to wait until I had a chance to ask."

"Give me a week to recover, and I'll think about it," was Beth's reply as they walked hand-in-hand towards her clothes.