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Look At Us! Ch. 01

By: libidinal



I was majoring in psychology and taking a course on the psychology of fetishism. For my research project and final paper I decided to do a case study of a sexual exhibitionist. So I placed an ad in the campus newspaper looking for informants and received quite a few replies, mostly from guys. But since I’m a woman myself I was more curious to find a subject who was a woman, figuring she’d think more as I did, that I could relate more easily to her. Also, being somewhat of a curious voyeur myself -- which is part of the reason I chose to do research on this topic in the first place -- and having a special curiosity about the sexual behavior of other women, I decided to consider only female respondents and ignored the many, many guys who got back to me.

One woman sent me and email which said this: “I’m both a voyeur and an exhibitionist. Some people like to watch, some like to be watched. I love to do both. I get totally, and I mean totally, aroused by the visual side of sex, by watching it happen. I love to watch people getting really hardcore. And, even more, I absolutely adore showing it all off, being seen naked or flashing it, and having people watch while I have sex. I’ve been known to put on a pretty hot show. Feel like talking to me? Marcie.”

I sure as hell did! She sounded just perfect.. So I called her and arranged for Marcie to come in for an interview. Like me, she turned out to be a Senior and, at twenty-four, she was older than most since she had decided to take a couple of years off before starting college. She was a tall, very pretty and willowy blonde with these incredibly huge tits, tits which seemed out of proportion to the rest of her since she could hardly have been said to be voluptuous. And she moved with the grace of a cat. I could certainly see how if she loved showing it off, as she said she did, there was probably a big audience for her self-displays. For a naked Marcie, or a Marcie encouraging others to watch her have sex, must have been quite an eyeful.

"I've been that way for a long time," she began. "You know, loving to flaunt it, to show it off. And from the first time I saw someone naked I wasn't supposed to see naked, and then saw someone having sex I wasn't supposed see have sex, I couldn't get enough. And I love to be watched myself. I think it began with my older sister Kelly. She was always like that too, walking around the house in panties and bra. We were still living in the house back then and mom and dad used to give her hell for that. I remember once one of our uncles, our dad's youngest brother came over to the house and in walked Kelly in a little pair of bikini panties and a half-bra. Our uncle couldn't stop staring at her and our dad, of course, noticed. Later he gave Kelly a real chewing out.

"Soon Kelly had me doing the same thing, walking around the house in just underwear. When we'd go out together we'd put on real short skirts and tight halter tops or sweaters, and we loved the way guys -- and chicks too -- would stare at us. Then Kelly decided that we shouldn't wear any panties under our skirts when we went out one day. So off we went like that and every opportunity we had, we'd hitch up our skirts and spread our legs a little, knowing full well guys and girls both would catch themselves a glimpse of our flashing beaver. I guess that's when my fetish began in earnest, when I started going out not wearing any panties and flashing it all over the place. 

"And of course whenever Kelly and I caught a glimpse of something sexy we couldn't stop staring. Once when we were taking a hike in the woods near our house we ran across a couple having sex. We hid behind a tree and watched the this guy fuck the shit out his girlfriend. It made us so hot too. We rushed home afterwards and beat off. That's another thing, me and my sister used to beat off together. Masturbating became even more exciting when we did it in front of each other, watching and being watched. We'd discovered our parents' stack of porn tapes, and we'd watch them when we beat off. That's when I started getting a serious fetish for viewing porn and began to realize that the visual side of sex -- seeing it -- turned me on almost as much as doing it. 

"Sometimes I'd have girlfriends come over to watch porn with me. I'd always make sure to be wearing a skirt when I did this so I could hitch it up and start playing with myself when I began to get excited. Some of my girlfriends really freaked out when they saw me do that, beating off right in front of them. But others were cool. They'd lift up their skirts or pull down their jeans and just join me. 

"Kelly was in her twenties already and still living in the house, and I had turned eighteen a few months earlier. Both of us were working and saving money, that's why we were living at home. I wanted to save up for a trip to Europe and Kelly wanted to get a place of her own. But for now we were still stuck in the old homestead."

"I think I'm getting the picture," I said and I was. Marcie was providing as clear a picture of the origins of her fetish. And it wasn't just what Marcie was telling me, for I had noticed that Marcie had worn a short skirt to the interview and as she sat there on the couch, opposite me, she slowly hitched up that skirt and started pulling her legs apart little by little. Pretty soon I could see that Marcie wasn't wearing any panties under skirt this time either. Not that I was surprised, given what she had already told me.

And of course she noticed me noticing, dropping my eyes between her legs. The sassy smile on her face told me she knew perfectly well that I had caught a flash of her thicket of blonde pubic hair. But the one who was really in for a surprise was Marcie herself. Because knowing what I already knew about her from her response, and talking to her on the phone, I thought that I, too, would get appropriately attired for this interview. So I also was wearing a short skirt. And just like Marcie, I also had chosen not to wear any panties under that skirt. So right after she hitched up her skirt and spread her legs, I did the same. I could see how amazed she was by the sight. She'd probably figured I couldn't be too surprised by her coming in like that. But she hadn't expected me to show it off for her the way I was doing now.

"You did say you liked to be watched and to watch, right?" I teased as we laughed, the ice definitely broken by this brazen mutual display. And this is how our interview would continue, with our short skirts hitched up, our legs spread apart, and pussies showing.

"As you were saying?" I said with a knowing smile.

"As I was saying, I learned it all from my sister. Kelly was really something, a role model for me in the ways of sex. She was always a wild thing and had a firecracker libido, something I think I share with her. Maybe it's in the genes. 

"Anyway, one weekend our mom and dad were off on one of their ski weekends. I knew Kelly would probably use the opportunity to bring over a guy to fuck. She got a real charge making it in our house when mom and dad were gone. Kelly figured she was a grown woman now, and this was her house too. So if she wanted to bring someone home and party into the night, that was her business. She'd done that before and I almost got to peek in on her once, but the guy she brought over to screw slammed the door shut right after they got inside her bedroom. All I could do was listen to Kelly howling and groaning and the sound of the bedsprings as he socked it to her. That's another side of voyeurism, you know, when you listen rather than watch. 

"Now a while before this my sister had told me that she was definitely bisexual and liked making it with chicks a lot, not just guys. I was a little surprised, but not too much, since I knew what a total sex fiend Kelly was and how she always got turned on by girl-girl scenes when we watched porn videos together.

"So right after our folks split for the weekend, Kelly tells me that lately she's been seeing this foxy young stripper who dances in a topless bar not far from where Kelly worked. I couldn't help smiling to myself. That was just like my sister, having a fling with a stripper! The problem was that this stripper was married, supposedly to a real jealous jerk too. They had to sneak around to do it, but with mom and dad gone, Kelly figured she could have Ginger come over to our place. 

"So a couple of hours after mom and dad left, this Ginger shows up at the door. She turns out to be about my age, not yet nineteen, and she's this really cute, sleek young slut. Kelly introduced us, then took me aside, asking me not to slip up and say anything to mom and dad about Ginger coming over and spending the night. We were tight, me and my sister, especially about things like sex. After all, we'd been beating off together for years.

"Then Kelly told me that after she and Ginger went into her bedroom, she'd make sure to leave the door open so I could peek in and watch her and Ginger make it if I wanted to. You can imagine how that flipped me out. I'd been beating off with my sister and other chicks, watching them and having them watch me. But this was different. Now I'd actually be snooping on my nasty older sister making it with someone, a stripper no less!

"Later, as Kelly and Ginger went upstairs to her room, Kelly looked back and winked at me. I waited a couple of minutes and then walked up the stairs quietly, making my way down the hallway to Kelly's room, then peeked in. The two of them were on the bed, still dressed, making out, kissing and feeling each other up. Then they took off their clothes and I couldn't help staring at Ginger's spectacular body. I always envied the guys Kelly fucked, so I figured the first girl she made it with would turn out to be one fine piece of ass! And she sure was!

"Kelly had always been a little aggressive in sex, I knew, so I wasn't really surprised to see her take charge. But I wasn't quite prepared for what she did next. She had Ginger get on her elbows and knees, sticking out her foxy butt, and then spanked the hell out of her, until her buns were crimson. Kelly looked back towards the door at me and winked, smiling and licking her lips. Needless to say, I was pretty shocked. But very, very aroused also. Lately me and my sister had been watching these kinky videos where people did things like spank each other. But then you know all about stuff like that, with your interest in fetishes."

"I know a little," I said with a sly smile.

"Now that she had spanked the daylights out of the stripper, she turned her over and started to eat her pussy," Marcie continued. "Kelly positioned Ginger to make sure I'd have a good view of her lapping away at Ginger’s cunt. I couldn't help bringing a couple of fingers down to my own pussy as I watched my sister go down on Ginger. There was something wonderfully taboo about this, watching my own sister having sex with another woman!

"After Ginger thrashed around wildly on the bed, shrieking and moaning as my sister brought her to an orgasm, Kelly got up and pulled something out of a dresser drawer. I was in for another shock. For now she strapped on this huge dildo! She had Ginger get on her knees again, then got behind her, and shoved that fat dildo all the way up the stripper's cunt in one savage thrust. Kelly reached around to squeeze Ginger's big boobs and pinch her nipples as hard as she had spanked her ass, all the while pumping forward and slamming the dildo into her in a furious fuck. My sister made sure to look back at me and smile as she slammed it into the stripper. Naturally she caught me holding my skirt up above my waist and digging my fingers between my legs. 

"Kelly's pretty strong, so she gave the stripper one hell of a vicious fuck until, a second time, Ginger's whole body shook and quivered and I knew she had just enjoyed orgasm number two. Then, slowly, Kelly pulled out the enormous dildo. I couldn't help gazing at it, all wet from the stripper's juicy cunt.

"Suddenly my sister looked over at me again and waved me into the room. I stood there, stunned. Me? Of course now Ginger realized she had been watched by me all along. But as a stripper she was a professional exhibitionist, used to being watched. Though having a babe watch her sister spank Ginger's bottom, then fuck the shit out of her was a little different from being watched by a horde of lunch hour businessmen crowding around a stage.

"I walked in a little awkwardly, unsure of what was expected of me as Ginger looked me over matter-of-factly, seeming to like what she saw. A faint smell of pussy permeated the room.

"Then, out of nowhere, my sister asked me if I'd like to have Ginger go down on me. I was still straight, but after my sister confessed to me that she was bi, I had been burning up with curiosity, always asking her about girl-girl sex. So she knew I was into it.

"So I said to myself, this was my opportunity. The stripper was a fox, sitting there on the bed, looking like she'd love nothing better than to go down on me. Well, I told you this is when it began, my developing a fetish for watching and showing it off. So it didn't take anything for me to whip off my clothes and tumble down onto the bed with my sister and Ginger. A second later I had my legs spread wide and Ginger between them. I could see why my sister was into the slut. Ginger ate pussy with the same relish a little kid licks a lollipop. Kelly, who still had her dildo strapped on, laid down next to me to watch, breathing hard, excited by what the stripper was doing to her baby sister.

" 'Ginger really knows how to eat pussy, huh?' Kelly whispered in my ear. This was really something for me, my first time having sex with someone watching, my first time having sex with a woman. And I loved it, loved every second. And I loved the look of it all. Me, showing off to my sister while I was getting eaten. Being able to look down at the sleek, sexy Ginger munching away between my legs, my naked sister next to me, dildo strapped to herself.

"I was so excited that pretty soon I was groaning and moaning and trembling as the stripper brought me to a cum with her wet, slippery tongue.

" 'Move over, Ginger,' Kelly said to her suddenly. 'Now I'm going to fuck my little sister!' 

"I looked at Kelly in shock as I nonetheless kept my legs spread wide open, letting Kelly get between them to work her big rubber cock inside me. Here were two more firsts. I was getting fucked with a dildo, and I was having incest, for godsakes! And Ginger loved it too, saying she thought it was so freaky to watch Kelly fuck her own sister. She stared at us like she could hardly believe this was happening. And the way she was watching me made everything twice as exciting, especially when she spread her legs lewdly and started fingering her own pussy, giving me one hell of a show while me and Kelly provided one for her.

"Soon the stripper was squeezing my big tits and sucking on my nipples while my sister kept fucking me. Then she sat over my face and fed me her pussy to eat while Kelly kept burying it inside me, the first one I'd ever eaten. The stripper had a jealous husband who worried she'd meet some other guy while taking off her clothes at work. Little did he suspect, Kelly had told me, that it was pussy Ginger hunted for, not cock!

"By the time we were done that night all three of us had gotten to strap on that rubber cock and use it on the other two. All three pussies had been eaten and all three of us had tasted each of the other two. And what added spice to everything was that there was so much to look at. Pretty wild, huh?"

"I'll say!" I told her listening raptly to her story of 'firsts.' 

"So after all the innocent stuff, walking around in my undies, beating off with other women, watching lots of porn, I finally got to see someone else doing it, got to have them watch me doing it."

"And that's how that part of your fetish began?"

"Exactly."

"You'll have to tell me more," I said.

"Oh don't worry, there's plenty more to tell," Marcie said, "but first how about we take off these skirts?"

We had them hitched up with our knees separated and no panties underneath, flashing fur at each other. So taking them off was a natural next step. A moment later both of us were naked from the waist down. We had been flashing a little shag, now we were flashing pink. 

"What a nice pussy, and what a nice bush," she said, staring between my legs. I do in fact have a vivid little bush of curls down there, and a nice, pink slit in its midst. And looking over at Marcie, between her legs, I saw another nice triangle of downy curls, and a pretty, slick pussy peeking out at me.

"Show it off!" I hissed at her as I showed off mine.

"Uh huh," she hissed excitedly, reaching in to hold her labia open as I did the same. 

"Look at you, exhibiting yourself to me like that," I said, teasing her about her fetish.

"And you're giving me something so pretty to watch too."

"Well, watch and talk. Tell me more. Tell me more about your fetish."

"Well, Ginger got my sister a job dancing at a topless club. So pretty soon Kelly was a stripper herself and had moved out of the house. Kelly knew I was trying to save up money so I could go to Europe. So she suggested that I, too, might want to dance topless. Well, by know I knew I was an exhibitionist and figured this would be perfect work for me. A few weeks later I was stripping at the same circuit of clubs where Ginger and my sister danced. I was still living at home and mom and dad knew nothing about it, since I was stripping during the day for the most part. I was only nineteen at the time.

"Then I decided to move to San Francisco. There are lots of strip clubs there and I found plenty of work. Back home I was working these clubs where I danced topless but had to wear a G-string down below. But in San Francisco they had these raunchier clubs, where you could dance bottomless and really show everything off. Shit, at one club I was encouraged not only to dance and strip but to spread 'em wide and masturbate in front of the paying customers. Some dancers had trouble with that, but not me. No one had to talk me into flaunting it like that in front of the fellas!

"I was making good money and then I found a way of making even more. I started to work in these peep booth parlors along with the stage shows. There you'd sit in a booth and a guy sits in a booth opposite you. A curtain comes up and there's a window between you and him. He's got his dick out, whacking it, while you show it off for him. And what they really like, and tip you big for, is when you fuck yourself with a dildo while they watch. I made sure to keep a couple on hand in the booth. Plus, with my tits being so huge, guys just loved to see me suck my own nipples. I mean, I saw all sorts of guys and all sorts of cocks. Most were nothing to write home about. But once in a while a good looking guy would come in with a big, nice cock and then I'd really get into it. He'd watch me and I'd watch him, and we'd really get off on one another. And I can't tell you how many guys I saw shoot their loads in there. I saw enough semen for a lifetime splattering against that glass."

"And you loved it, huh?" I said.

"Oh yeah!" Marcie said with a keen smile. "This wasn't just work for me, stripping and showing it off in a peep booth . Remember, this was my fetish I was playing out. Not only was I grooving on it, but I was making damned good money doing it too! And I was living in this cool building on top of a hill. San Francisco is a pretty loose town, and my neighborhood was really free and easy, full of freaks, which naturally I liked. I was working the peep booths and stripping and that gave me plenty of outlet for my exhibitionist side. I was showing it off plenty! But my voyeur side needed to be fulfilled too. One thing I liked to do was watch the other strippers strip, especially when I worked the bottomless clubs where we were encouraged to spread them and play with ourselves in front of the customers. They used to have live sex at some of these clubs, I'd heard, but they'd stopped that years ago. One night though, after closing hours, the owner decided to take a chance and let me and this other stripper do a lesbian show, going down on each other and getting a little kinky in front of a crowd of hooting men and a couple of dykes too. I sure loved that!


Look At Us! Ch. 01



"When it was warm enough I'd always make sure to wear a skirt or dress and no panties underneath, flashing it whenever and wherever I could, just like in those early days with my sister Kelly . Man, some of the looks I'd get! Once in a while, when I flashed it for some good-looking stud or a cute chick, and they seemed interested, I'd go home with them, or bring them over to my place, and let them have some of what they'd gotten a look at.

"Exhibiting myself was no problem. Satisfying my voyeuristic needs required more work -- and more luck. I could see into a lot of people's windows from where I lived. Sometimes I'd catch people naked or getting it on. I'd drop everything, try to stay discreet, and stare out the window as long as I could still see stuff going on. 

"Then I really lucked out. This couple had moved in across the street from me and I saw that their bedroom window faced mine. And lucky for me, they never bothered to close their curtains. Maybe they didn't think of it, or maybe they were exhibitionists like I was, and hoped that someone would catch them at it. Well pretty soon I sure was catching them at it, watching them fuck whenever I happened to be home and they happened to be making it.

"Soon I really began to look forward to them coming home. They sure were a sexy duo, screwing all the time and even getting freaky once in a while. One time the guy handcuffed the girl to the posts of their bed and paddled her buttocks crimson before he greased her asshole and fucked her really hard up the ass. Another time he slapped her tits while she sucked his cock. I knew what that shit was all about. When I did that lesbian show with another stripper down at the club, I put handcuffs on her and spanked her butt. I liked that kind of kinky action sometimes. And now I was getting the picture. He was dominant, and she was submissive. I began to really dig watching this kinky duo play their imaginative sex games.

"One night I saw the light go on in their bedroom window. They were home, and if I were lucky soon they'd be doing the nasty. The woman got undressed, as usual, but this time when she stripped I saw that she was wearing hose and heels and a leather garter belt and leather bra, with holes cut out for her nipples. She ordered her guy to undress completely and to get on the bed on elbows and knees. This certainly was a reversal of their usual roles. 

"Now the woman spanked and whipped the man's butt. He had very cute buns too, especially with red welts covering them. Then she opened a big jar of face cream sitting on a dresser and dug out a dab of it, slapping it between the guy's buttocks She lubed him up and then slid a couple of fingers up his ass, reaming him out. I'd watched him do that to her a few times before he fucked her ass. But now she was doing it to him. I'd always wanted to do something like that to a guy myself so I watched closely as she twisted her fingers inside his butt, spanking him with her other hand.

"Then she reached into a bag and pulled out this absolutely huge strap-on. She put it on, gesturing to the guy that he should reach back and hold himself wide open. Then she knelt right behind him and slammed that big dildo right up his ass."

"He was squirming like a pig as she did it to him, clutching a pillow and biting into it with his teeth, bracing himself as she really fucked the daylights out of him. It was a narrow street and their window wasn't that far from mine, so I could see everything real well. The sight of that obscenely thick dildo being driven up his greased ass by the woman he normally dominated really made me feel hot. Talk about a voyeur's lucky day! Naturally I was naked myself now, my fingers busily strumming away between my legs.

"But that wasn't the end of it, there was still the finale. And what a finale it was, a real treat for an insatiable voyeur like me. She slipped a red latex glove over the long slender fingers of one hand. Then she dipped the gloved hand into the jar of face cream, digging out most of what was in the jar and slapping it between his buttocks. This was San Francisco after all, and I'd heard just about every kinky thing people could do to each other, so I had a pretty good idea what she might be up to next. And it send a shudder up and down my spine! For now she worked that gloved hand up into his ass, all five fingers at once. And she didn't stop with the fingers either. No, she just kept pushing and pushing until she had her whole hand buried up his ass, all the way up to the wrist. I knew about this, that some sex freaks really got off on it. One of the dyke strippers at a club where I worked told me she loved it when her lover fisted her cunt.

"But this was an ass being fisted, a male ass by a female hand. And to me that was such a sight, his asshole clinging to her wrist, a wrist wrapped in tight, slick, red latex. The guy obviously loved it. I'd seen him put his woman through all sorts of rugged paces. Now she was showing him she gave as good as he got. Appreciative, he whacked away at his own cock while she fisted his bottom, grinding and twisting that hand of hers deep inside his ass. Finally she took hold of his rigid dick and I watched her jerk him off, while with her other hand, she kept giving him a vigorous workout.

"Right after that they disappeared from the bedroom, probably to take a shower. I just collapsed on my bed and beat off, thinking about what I had just witnessed."

"I've got to admit," I said. "That last story of yours was really the ultimate."

"Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" Marcie said with a smile, happy to be sharing her voyeuristic adventures with me. "Lots of things happened in and around my building. Once I went up to the rooftop to sunbathe and there were two of my neighbors, two young, good-looking guys, laying on a blanket naked, sucking each others' cocks. They stopped when they saw me, shocked I was up there. They said they thought everyone was gone for the weekend. There were only four apartments in the building and I knew the occupants of two of them were in fact away. Maybe I had told Greg and Danny I'd be going away too, I don't remember. But obviously I hadn't, and, instead, decided to go up on the roof to get myself some rays. And that's when I ran into Greg and Danny going down on each other. I'd been a stripper and I'd been involved in some group sex scenes, with couples and two guys or two chicks, things like that. So I'd been watched having sex and watched others having it. But even though San Francisco was supposed to be such a gay boy's town, this was the first time I'd ever seen two men having sex.

"I told them not to stop what they were doing just because I was there, hoping that my sudden appearance wouldn't put them off, which understandably it might. Immediately I whipped off my clothes and got as naked as they were, then told them to please continue what they had been doing, that I'd really get a charge seeing them suck each other, that it had been something of a fantasy of mine to watch two men make it, which it had. So I saw them gobble up each other's big cocks And then I even got to watch Greg rub some of his suntan oil all over his cock, pull Danny up onto his elbows and knees and, getting behind him, fuck him right up the ass. Through all that, the guys looked over my way, curious about me as I spread my legs and masturbated to the nasty queer sex show they were putting on. That was another notch in my voyeur belt, watching two muscled young fags making it on my rooftop."

"I've been curious about seeing something like that myself," I admitted.

"Do I detect that you may share my fetish a bit, that you too are something of a voyeur?" Marcie teased as she showed off her cunt to me and I stared right between her open legs. By now we weren't just sitting opposite each other, exposed. No. While Marcie had been regaling me with her latest accounts of watching and being watched as a sex worker up in San Francisco, we had been idly strumming our pussies, getting more and more excited as Marcie described in detail some of her adventures in visual erotica.

"How about we take these tops off now," I said. I was wearing a little T-shirt and Marcie had on a tight sweater.

"Sure!" she said, eager to expose more of herself and see more of me. So I tore off my T-shirt and suddenly I was completely naked in front of Marcie.

"Take it off the way you did when you were a stripper," I told her, curious to see how she shed her clothes up on stage, what she was like when she operated as a professional exhibitionist. 

"My pleasure!" Marcie said, standing up, doing a slow bump and grind, running her hands up and down her soft cashmere sweater, caressing herself, finally gliding those hands over her huge breasts. Then she played with the sweater, acting like she was about to pull it off, but then stopping, teasing me.

"Tell me what you want me to do?" she said.

"Take it off! take it off!" I urged.

"Why do you want me to take it off?"

"So I can see more of you!"

Now she slowly rolled the sweater up her stomach and over what I saw was a peach colored half-bra. It looked like I wouldn't be seeing all of Marcie yet. The sweater wouldn't quite do it. Sensually she lifted the sweater over her shoulders and flung it at me. I could see why she wore a bra. Her breasts were even bigger than I had originally thought, they were enormous in fact. Mine are big enough, but very firm, so I don't often wear a bra. Plus, I like the way you can see my nipples through shirts and T-shirts. I guess I must be something of an exhibitionist too.

"We'll save this for later," Marcie said, pointing to her bra, sitting back down. I was completely naked now, Marcie clad only in a little half-brassiere that cut across just above her nipples and left much of her striking cleavage exposed.

"Now you may continue," I told her, both of us laughing, enjoying the instant rapport we shared.

"I'd been up in San Francisco and had saved up a fair amount of money. My intention from the start had been to save enough so that I could go to Europe for a few months. I'd been wanting to do that for a long time, to travel before I started college. A lot of people wait to travel until after they've graduated, but I wanted to do that before I started, figuring that would make me more worldly, and I think it has.

"Anyway I loved Europe from the start. At first I got one of those railroad passes and just rode around from country to country, loving everything. And for a voyeur Europe was a real treat, especially certain parts of it, since people are often much less inhibited over there than they are here. And the sex in some places, as I'll soon tell you, is wide open and in public view. But my first adventure in public sex and voyeurism was a little more tame than that.

"I like to bike ride, so up in Scandinavia where they do a lot of biking, I rented a bike and took it around the Swedish countryside for a week. I was careful with my money so I was staying in hostels, which are quite common over there. Usually in one of those there are a bunch of beds in big rooms and whoever shows up gets a bed, you share bathrooms and everything. I liked that in fact, since most of the travelers were nice and they were young and not many of them seemed too inhibited. I'd take my clothes off and put them on in front of other women, even in front of guys. And no one made a big deal of it. Of course with my fetish I was getting an extra charge out of some of the showing off. 

"I had been biking all day and pulled into this hostel deep in the countryside. No else seemed to be there when I checked in and it looked as though I might have the place all to myself. But after I was already in bed and about to go to sleep this young couple came in. They were Swedes, from Stockholm, and, like me, were biking through the countryside. The girl was one of those tall, sleek Swedish blondes you always hear about. I was eventually heading to Stockholm and had heard how beautiful the women were down there. And the guy was as cute as the chick was beautiful.

"They went to take a shower and when they came back into the room they were both naked. By this time that didn't surprise me so much, many Europeans were much more casual about nudity than we Americans are, especially Scandinavians like this Swedish duo. But most of the hostels I stayed at were divided into areas for men and for women, so I didn't exactly see too many undressed male travelers. Naked now, I saw just how sensational her body was. The guy was nicely built too. I tried not to stare, but she caught me, giving me a sweet, very matter-of-fact smile.

"I was already in bed and my pussy was getting moist. I had a good-looking sexy couple in the room with me and I'd just seen them naked. What else was I going to get to see? The couple now slipped into their bed. Even though they had turned the lights out, this far North in late June it stayed light almost until midnight, and so there was still light in the room coming through the windows.

"The couple were cuddling and kissing, laying side to side. She was on the outside of the bed so I had a great view of her lovely back and pretty, smooth tanned ass. Everybody sunbathes in the buff in Scandinavia, it seemed, so bottoms and tits were just as tanned as the rest of bodies. The blonde was rotating her buttocks and I just knew that she had to be grinding her pussy up against her guy's cock.

"They were whispering in Swedish so I couldn't understand what they were saying, but as she began to moan and pant I knew she was beginning to feel good. My pussy was dripping by now and I was fingering it under the sheets.

"Then the girl looked over and noticed, smiling.

" 'It's good. You can touch yourself,' she said with a thick Swedish accent, correctly guessing what I was doing under those sheets. Of course she also could see my fingers move. 'Let me and Sven see too, it will excite us.' I couldn't believe that she had caught me masturbating and then, having caught me, actually asked me to expose myself to them! Was she a psychic or something, having guessed that there was nothing I would've enjoyed more? As I threw off my sheet and exposed myself, she moved aside to show me how her boyfriend's dick was all big and hard, wrapping her fist around it and stroking it, staring right at me.

"As I spread my legs wide and let them both stare right at my pussy, she lowered her face to her boyfriend's thick cock and started giving him a blow job. Watching this Swedish beauty sucking her man’s cock was just about the best sight I'd seen in Europe thus far!

"Then she got on top of him, riding his cock now with her gorgeous tanned back turned to me, his rigid shaft clearly in view as it slammed up into her. She looked over her shoulder at me watching her and her guy fuck. This Swedish blonde was just my speed. She loved to show it off as much as I did. Then she lifted herself off and turned around to face me, sinking herself down over her Sven's prick again, her back to him now. She was slim and tall and she had these really big tits too, almost as big as mine, but they were softer so they were bouncing around and swaying like crazy as she rode him vigorously and he pumped it into her. Her long blond hair was swaying wildly too.

" 'You like? You like to watch me and Sven?' she asked.

" 'I like very much,' I told her, digging a couple of fingers up into my vagina so both could see. Sven was looking over her shoulder at me too, and that horny grin seemed to say he liked what he was staring at. Exhibitionists like me crave that look in a guy.

"Then she suddenly lifted herself off him and turned to me, taking holding of his cock. 'You maybe want some of this too?' she asked in her cute sing-song Swedish accent, offering me her man's cock. This was too good to be true. By this time more than one couple had invited me to join them in their bed, so what she was proposing was far from shocking.

" 'Yeah, sure, I'd love some of it,' I told her.

The beds were a little small for all of us to play on, but there was a big shag rug on the rough wood floor, so now the three of us got down on that rug. Immediately I lowered my face to take Sven's cock in my mouth as Ingrid gently pushed down on my head, urging me to suck her boyfriend. Then I got on top of him and fucked him as she now watched and played with herself. 'You play with girls too?' she asked me and I told her that I loved to play with girls. So now Sven got to watch and fist his big Swedish dick as me and his girlfriend got into a cozy '69' position and wolfed down each others' pussies. We just went wild from that point on, taking turns fucking Sven and all going down on each other.

"Suddenly two women walked into the room. They were a pair of young Swedish hikers carrying backpacks. At the moment they walked in, Sven was between Ingrid's legs, fucking her, while I was sitting over her face, offering her my pussy to eat. That was a sight the two hikers didn't expect to see, but they took it in stride, big smiles on their faces. They said something in Swedish which I didn't understand. I asked Ingrid what they'd said and she told me it was just to tell us to keep doing what we were doing. It didn't bother them at all, and they hoped we didn't mind if they just stayed and watched us go at it. I couldn't have been happier. Two more voyeurs had joined the party! Of course I was hoping these two might also take off their clothes and get into the mix, but they remained dressed, sitting on the bed and just watching us go at it until, finally, Ingrid and I climaxed. Then we both took hold of Sven's cock and jerked him off so the two backpackers could see him shoot it. That's was my first European adventure in voyeurism and exhibitionism, but definitely not the last. I've got plenty more to tell."

"I'll bet you do," I said, "But before you go on, how about you take off that bra and show me those breasts of yours? Look at me, I'm totally naked."

"Sure, I'd love to," she said, reaching back to unsnap the bra.

She made a little show of taking off her bra, the way she probably did when she stripped on stage, pulling it away slowly from her tits. And then, all of a sudden, she flung it at me, her mammoth tits suddenly staring me in the face in all their glory. And they were mammoth!

"What kind of stats have you got up there?" I asked.

"Forty triple-D," she said, and they looked even larger than that because her breasts sat on a rather slim torso. Marcie had big, corky nipples too, though not quite as big as mine.

"Bet those tits got all the fellas hooting down at the strip clubs," I said.

"Oh yeah, you know American men, talk about fetishes! Most of them seem to have a serious breast fetish."

She was right, of course.

"So that was your first European adventure in showing it off and watching?" I said, resuming my inquiry into Marcie's fetish.

"Yes, but definitely not the last," she continued. "I went to Amsterdam, intending to stay there for a couple of weeks. What a city that is, talk about showing it all off! The place reeks of on-display sex. There's all these porno places and of course you've heard about the famous red-light district, where the whores sit in cubicles just about showing everything to anyone who wants to have a look. And in Amsterdam they have live sex shows where you can see all sorts of sex freaks doing freaky things on stage. You can bet I started visiting those clubs! And I met this French guy, Alain, who was as much of a sex freak as me. In fact I met him at a live sex show. I was one of the few single women in the audience and he picked up on that. Soon we were talking and soon after that we were sleeping together. He had a place and I moved in with him. Alain was real cute and he was a fantastic lover. Plus, like me, he had a strong yen for the visual side of sex. He was the perfect male complement to me, another true voyeur-exhibitionist.




Look At Us! Ch. 01



"One day Alain and I went to one of our favorite clubs to see a live sex show. The club was filled with tourists. Most were Europeans, and there were a lot of Japanese too, and a couple of Americans like me. There was this naked hostess named Inga, a tall blond German fox with a terrific body, who introduced a succession of strippers. These sluts got a lot nastier than most strippers ever did back in the states, jacking off in front of the audience, sticking dildos inside themselves. I had worked as a stripper and it was only in that one club in San Francisco that we were ever permitted to do all that.

"Then a bed was rolled onto the stage and a spotlight focused on it as Inga introduced the featured attraction, Carlos, a tall handsome Spaniard, and Kristen, a cute Danish lovely. They were both naked and ready, according to Inga, to show us what fucking was all about. I looked over at Alain, sliding my hand up his thigh to squeeze his crotch. As I expected, he was already hard down there, anticipating the show. He was as hard as I was moist! 

"Well, the show did not go quite as scheduled. Kristen pushed Carlos down on the bed and started to suck his dick. But no matter what she did he just couldn't get it up. Finally he grunted and prematurely squirted his cum in her mouth, then looked sheepishly out at the audience, knowing he had struck out. This was bound to happen now and then to live performers. After all, men aren't machines. Now Kristen meekly led Carlos off the stage as Inga came back on, apologizing.

"Maybe we have some volunteers out there?" she said in English jokingly.

"Yeah, over here!" I shouted impulsively looking over at a stunned Alain. Suddenly we both knew that's exactly what we'd be doing, volunteering to take that ineffective couple's place. The spotlight moved over to us as we hopped up on stage. Alain and I shared a lewd grin, then looked out at the audience, all gawking and staring up at us. I knew Alain well enough by now that I hadn't even had to ask him; I was certain he'd love the idea. 

"Having once been a stripper I put those skills to good use now, taking my clothes off, garment by garment, as seductively as possible while dancing to a funky beat. Looking out at the audience I could tell they were appreciating what I was a revealing. The hoots and hollers helped too.

"Naked now, I lifted one of my giant tits to my mouth to suck on my own nipple, showed off my cunt, and turned around and reached back to spread my cheeks so the audience could appreciate my pretty little asshole. And by this time Alain was pulling down his shorts. Alain carried himself nine thick inches and they were nice and stiff, and standing up straight. The audience was suitably impressed, and we heard lots of ooohs and aaahs from the ladies in the audience when he revealed that masterpiece of his, and one Japanese babe looked like she was going to actually faint when Alain strutted back and forth on stage showing off that magnificent tool. Plus, Alain had a great body and he was all tanned from having been down on the Riviera.

"Now I walked up to Alain and took his cock in my hand, kissing him passionately. And passionate is just how I felt, him too. Naked on stage before an audience, about to have sex for them was really charging us both up. I slid my tongue slowly down his neck to his chest, licking his nipples, then bending my knees as I moved downwards, sliding my tongue along his hard stomach until, finally, my knees on the ground, I was face to face with his dick. I turned and stared at the audience, licking my lips. The men and women sitting in their chairs watching us were absolutely rapt. Inga, the hostess, was watching too. I started by licking Alain's heavy balls, slowly dragging my tongue up the underside of his shaft, real slow, until, finally, I was up to the knob. I turned to the audience again and licked my lips once more before opening those lips and engulfing Alain's fat cockhead with my mouth. Then I showed that audience what cocksucking was all about. And as a topper, I had him turn his back to the audience as I dropped to my knees behind him and ate out his ass. I lapped away at him real lewdly down there, making sure the audience had a good look.

" 'Let us give the performers a hand,' Inga said as everyone now applauded wildly. I had never had my sexual skills appreciated quite this publicly before and was very gratified.

"Now I told Alain to sit on the edge of the bed, facing the audience. I didn't want him to just get between my legs and pump away, the audience wouldn't be able to see much in that position. So I sat over him, facing the audience as well, as I reached down to take hold of his cock and work it inside my cunt. I impaled myself on it ever so slowly, spreading my thighs wide, so the audience had a perfect view of his thick shaft disappearing up the moist pink slit of my pussy.

"What do you all want to see?" I shouted at the audience.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" came the chorus of responses in a wide range of accents. That's one English word they all seemed to know. Well, some serious fucking is just what they got to see now as I rode Alain for all I was worth, twisting my pelvis, really bucking and rocking and grinding away, making it as scorching as possible for them. And I sure didn't have to pretend. For I was feeling more aroused now than I think I ever had been in my whole life. As the audience was to find out when I climaxed explosively right in front of them moments later. For an exhibitionist like me, having actual sex on stage before a cheering audience was the absolute ultimate.

"I lifted up off Alain and turned around. Now they could all stare at my pretty buns as well as Alain's slick shaft as I lowered myself down on him again. I looked over my shoulder at the audience as I rocked myself on Alain's prick, winking at them and licking a finger. Then I reached back and started to finger my asshole while Alain kept fucking me, figuring the audience would appreciate that. And from the fresh cheers, I knew they did.

"Looking over to the side of the stage I could see a tub of lubricant sitting on a stool. The strippers had used it before to grease up their big dildos. Now I motioned to Inga, the mistress of ceremonies, that she should bring it over to me, which she did with a happy smile. After all, me and Alain had saved her evening for her after that first couple had wimped out. Now I let the audience watch as I worked some of that lubricant between my cheeks.

"Do you all want to see Alain fuck my ass now?" I asked.

"Yes! Yes! Oui, Si! Si! Ya!" came the chorus of enthusiastic responses. So now, never losing eye contact with my audience, staring back at them over my shoulder, I lifted myself off of Alain's cock, and brought the cock an inch further back, sinking down on it again, except this time with my asshole. I couldn't believe it. I was letting everyone out there watch me get sodomized, ass-fucked in front of a house of hooting, cheering voyeurs. For a serious exhibitionist like me it was like I had entered the gates of paradise. I reached back to hold myself wide open so the audience could see vividly where Alain's big cock was saying hello to my wide-open asshole.

" 'You all like?' I asked, and a chorus of enthusiastic cheers followed. Then I lifted myself up again and turned to face the audience, straddling Alain. Once more I impaled my ass on his slick, stiff dick, this time facing the audience. I spread my legs wide apart and flexed them, having Alain pull them back by the ankles. Now the audience was staring at us in awe, the most perfect view imaginable available to them all, my anus gripping Alain’s cock, the gash of my pussy right above that, and further up, my big tits swaying, the nipples stiff and engorged from excitement.

"Then suddenly this young Japanese honey in a business suit, the one who had almost fainted when Alain showed off his big cock got up and walked towards the stage. I wagged a finger at her, encouraging her to come forward. And she did, dropping to her knees in front of us and starting to eat my pussy while Alain kept fucking my ass. Of course now much of what was happening was out of sight of the audience, but that was more than made up by what the Japanese babe had added to the mix. And the audience especially loved it when she reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties, lifting her skirt above her waist so the audience could see her bottom while she continued to go down on my pussy.

"A minute later her skilled tongue and Alain's rugged sodomy took me over the brink again as I announced my second orgasm to the receptive audience. Then I got up off Alain and suggested the Japanese tourist take my place. She didn't even bother with her pussy, lubing herself up, and impaling her trim little Japanese ass on Alain's thick cock. Now I joined Inga and became another voyeur here as I watched my French boyfriend sodomize the shit out this young Asian freak. But I wanted the last word here and pulled her off of Alain, taking his cock between my lips, hot and slick from her horny Japanese ass, and sucking him off, letting his cum drip lewdly from the corner of my lips down onto my tits.

"Alain and I enjoyed ourselves so much that we got a regular gig performing live sex shows. I made a lot of money and it enabled me to spend several months in Amsterdam and even save up for my first year of college tuition. And that, I must confess, was the highlight of my European experience."

"Wow!" was all I could say after hearing this last smoldering account of Marcie's seemingly endless adventures in voyeurism and exhibitionism. I was strumming my cunt and just moments after she finished her story I felt close, real close. So with a few more flickers of a fingertip I let myself go, climaxing in front of Marcie as she did the same, taking herself over the edge, and shrieking out her pleasure along with me.

(.... TO BE CONTINUED)



Look At Us! Ch. 02



Marcie had just finished a long and very descriptive account of her sexual adventures as a voyeur-exhibitionist when she reminded herself she needed to look at her watch and see what time it was.

"Geez, I've been for a while, haven’t I? Talking all this shit," she said.

“Some pretty damned hot shit too,” Becky told her, the two women laughing lewdly.

“Maybe I should be going,” Marcie said.

"If you stay just a little while longer, you can meet my boyfriend. He should be home real soon. Hey, would you like to see a picture of him?"

"Sure."

I showed Marcie the a photo of Hank I knew she’d appreciate, one where he was standing naked, his big, rigid cock sticking out proudly. Voyeur that she was, I knew she'd savor that image and now she couldn't stop staring at it.

"Damn, I'd love to watch him use that big thing of his on you."

"Well, I think that can be arranged," I teased. "He's almost always horny when he gets home. That is, if you can hang around just a little longer.”

"Oh for that, I’ll be hanging around, you better believe it!” she said, licking her lips. “And you know what I'd really dig? If maybe I could hide in the closet or something, and watch you doing it without him knowing I was watching, at least at first. That's the kind of thing twisted voyeurs like me really crave, but I almost never get to watch that way. That time peeking in on my sister and the stripper was one of the few."

"Sure," I said, loving Marcie’s brainstorm. We have a big walk-in closet in our bedroom so I told Marcie that as soon as we heard Hank's key in the door she should rush inside there and close the door most of the way, leaving it cracked enough so she could see. She really was excited by this, and so was I. We waited and waited but eventually we heard Hank come home and Marcie slid into the closet.

"Hey honey," I shouted at him. "I'm in the bedroom."

I had decided to leave my clothes off so that the minute Hank laid his eyes on me there'd only be one thing he'd have on his mind.

"You in the mood for love, stud?" I purred teasingly

"Yeah!" he growled, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans.

I got behind him, turning him so that he was facing the closet, reaching around to fist him.

"Oooh yeah, let me feel that big dick," I said, knowing Marcie had a perfect view of me stroking it like that. Then I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock, again right in front of the closet. When I threw him down on the bed and got on top to fuck him I made sure we were positioned so that Marcie, from her hiding place, would again have the best possible view. She was as quiet as a mouse, but I tried to imagine how excited she was, and how wet her pussy was getting. 

"Okay, you can come out now," I said, looking over my shoulder at the closet. Marcie and I had arranged that at my signal I would tell her to join us. Hank lay there, his jaw hanging slack, as he now eyed a totally naked Marcie, her sleek body, those huge tits of hers.

"I told you I'd be interviewing a exhibitionist today, Hank," I told him. "This is the voyeur. Hank, meet Marcie. She also happens to be a voyeur."

Marcie got on the bed with us, really showing it off for Hank, shoving a big tit in his mouth right away while spreading her legs wide. Then she got into the mix with us, thick into the mix. While the three of us all watched and showed it all off, Marcie got to enjoy both me and Hank every which way. And naturally, thinking back to that live sex performance she described in Amsterdam, I made sure that Hank got to fuck her up the ass too. And, man, did she ever that big dick of Hank's up her bottom!

Marcie and I really hit it off, and she made me realize that I myself had something of a fetish for voyeurism and exhibitionism. So one day the two of us decided we'd go off and have ourselves some adventures in visual sex, showing it off together, and seeing what we might come across to watch.

We started out one morning when she came to my place wearing a very short skirt and a tight tank top. Of course she had on no panties under that skirt. I put on a short skirt too, no panties of course, and a little T-shirt that showed off my big, corky nipples. Then off we went to the mall. Naturally the guys kept staring at us, two sleek foxes with short, short skirts. All sorts of females would stare at us too, some of them obvious dykes. There were all these places to sit and whenever we'd see some good looking guy or some woman who looked like she might appreciate an expected view, we made a point of sitting opposite them, hitching up our skirts, holding our knees apart and flashing it for them. Sometimes we'd make believe we had no idea we were doing it. Other times we'd give the guy in question a sassy wink before we got up and walked off. You should've seen the looks on some of those faces when they realized we weren't wearing any panties and what they were staring at was pubic hair and raw pussy!

When we left the mall to go down to the garage a guy was parking his car right next to us. As we got into my car we lifted our tops and flashed our tits at the stunned guy, then lifted up our skirts so he could see our bushes, and finally turned to show off our foxy bottoms. The guy was awestruck and before he could move we were in my car and taking off.

That night we went out together to a club to hear a band we both liked. We noticed that between sets guys rushed into the men's room. So we decided that after the next set, we'd rush right in after them. We'd been talking about this, how much fun it'd be to sneak into a men's room and watch all those studs whip out their dicks to take a whizz. Except now we wouldn't be sneaking in. Instead we walked in boldly to see guys pissing at the six urinals, other guys lined up behind them, waiting their turn.

"Hey guys," I said with a cheerful wave.

"I know me and my girlfriend aren't supposed to be here, but I hope you all don't mind," Marcie said, the guys all staring at us in amazement, those who were pissing stopping in midstream. We had planned what we were going to do, so now we each got on top of a wash basin, flexed and spread our legs and let all the guys in the bathroom see what we had to display for them.

"We feel like showing it off for you tonight, you can look, but you can't touch," Marcie said as we began masturbating in front of them, fingering our pussies as lewdly as possible. But before that we took off our tops so they could all have a good look at our tits too.

The guys who had been pissing forgot all about emptying their bladders and started fisting themselves, getting their dicks hard in a jiffy. The other guys unzipped, dug in, and pulled out theirs. Soon there were maybe twenty hard dicks staring us in the face, a fist wrapped around each one. You can imagine the scene, a bunch of horny young pumped up rock & rollers getting to watch a spectacle like this! They gathered close, dicks in hand. I'd never seen so many hard dicks at once, not even close, and I didn't think Marcie had either. Then we watched as, one after another, the dudes whacked off and started blasting their loads while we kept playing with our pussies, fingering the clits, sliding stiff fingers up our wet vaginas.

"That's it, shoot it, dudes!" Marcie cheered after the first few had ejaculated. 

"Uh huh, show us how you get off!" I urged.

"Come and cream on my tits," she told them.

Well, you can imagine their reaction, seeing those huge, welcoming globes of Marcie's all exposed. They were beside themselves, fisting their shafts like maniacs over her tits. Some just dribbled a little, others shot off these huge, powerful loads, their semen drenching Marcie's breasts, some landing on me. Finally there was just only one left with a stiff cock, fisting himself furiously, desperate to get off.

"Do it, guy, let us see it!" Marcie hissed, urging him on as his face got red, his veins bulged and he broke out in a sweat, dying to finally ejaculate. And then he, too, blasted his load. Drained, the guys all looked stunned and sheepish. But me and Marcie, we were cool as shit. Marcie wiped off her tits with some paper towels. Then we put our tops back on, getting down off the wash basins and waving the mob a friendly hello as we left the bathroom, stepping over little puddles of cum. We imagined they’d be talking about this for years.

Me and Marcie had started going to the college gym together. We both liked to do the same workout. Naturally, this was also an opportunity to show off, the two of us wearing these bright, shiny and skin-tight spandex biking shorts to the gym with tight T-shirts up above. It was the Women's Gym, so all we did there was to show it off for other babes. But there were plenty of dykes and bi chicks at our University, so there was no shortage of admirers, hungry eyes casting furtive glances our way all the time. A lot of the athletic women at school, the ones who spend a lot of time at the gym, are dykes. Two who glanced all the time at us were these two butch young dykes who seemed to work out at the same time we did; it's like they had figured out our gym schedules, or something. They were like a couple of tomboys, thin, with hardly any tits or hips to speak of, and these short, boyish haircuts. They were on the women’s track team and were both kind of cute. Me and Marcie, we were well aware we made them hot. We acted all blasé and everything, but we damned well knew they were staring at us and we did our best to show off for them.

"Hey, I have an idea," Marcie said coming close and whispering so the two dykes, working out near us, couldn't hear. "Why don't we shower downstairs tonight and let them know that's where we're heading. Bet they won't be able to resist and will follow us down there."

Normally me and Marcie, when we're finished working out, split the gym and headed home to shower and change. The plumbing in this old gym is all worn and so you never get enough water and it never seems to get hot enough. But for the sake of luring these two enchanted dykes down there to see us nude and wet, it might be worth it.

"Okay, let's," I told Marcie.

"Say, Becky?" she said in an easily audible voice, "Why don't we go down and take ourselves showers, huh?"

So we picked up our stuff and headed down to the locker room. The shower area was one big room with a dozen shower heads. There was no privacy; it was the old-fashioned type of set-up. When you showered, other women would be right next to you, showering alongside. That arrangement normally would suit us both just fine, show-offs that we were. Marcie had said to me she would be down there all the time if only there were enough hot water.

We took off our sweaty gym clothes and headed for the shower, turning on two adjoining shower heads. We had brought soap with us and now started soaping up ourselves. And as Marcie had correctly predicted, in walked the two tomboys, naked just like us, ready to take their own showers. And ready to stare at us. What a contrast! We were both very womanly, especially Marcie, with those huge tits of hers. But nude now, these two looked even more boyish than in gym clothes, both flat-chested and with boy-like hips. The only thing missing to make them look just like a pair of young guys were a couple of cocks. 

"Hi," one of them said meekly, waving, pretending that they just happened to walk in on us like this to take their showers at the same time we were taking ours.  They couldn't keep their eyes off our wet, glistening bodies, the water raining down on us.

Then, suddenly, I moved right over under her shower head with Marcie, getting behind her and bringing the bar of soap up to her tits, making lots of suds as I soaped up those massive mammaries of hers. The two dykes gawked as they saw me do this. And they gawked even more as I then lowered a soapy hand down over Marcie's smooth, flat stomach to her crotch, running my fingers through it as I sudsed up her furry golden bush. Then I had Marcie turn to face me and reached around to do her bottom, working the soap between her buns, getting my fingers in there so the two dykes had a perfect view, even spreading her open a little so they could see her wet, soapy asshole.

Now it was my turn as Marcie ran her wet, soapy hands all over my body, especially between my legs. I even closed my eyes and sighed a little, partly to tease the dykes, but also because I was getting very aroused and Marcie's slick fingers were making me feel awfully good! The two tomboys just stood there under their shower heads. They weren't even soaping themselves up, so entranced were they by the sight of us running our hands over each others' wet, slick, womanly bodies.

Finally we rinsed off together as the water rained down on us. Then we turned off the showers and walked over to the bench where we had set down our towels. Now, while the dykes turned so they could keep staring at us, we dried each other off with a couple of big, fluffy towels.

"Should we ask them to eat our pussies?" Marcie whispered.

"I bet they'd fuckin' love it," I cackled.

So suddenly we threw down the towels and spread our legs wide apart, showing it all off for the two dykes, who just stood there, frozen and slack-jawed as they stared between our legs with shocked awe.

"You two hungry, by any chance?" Marcie asked.

"Yeah, care to dine on some freshly-showered pussy?"

They looked at each other, still in shock, looking a little confused. We didn't know anything about them. They may have been lovers faithful to each other, merely eager to stare at other babes. But whatever their relationship was, now two big smiles broke out on their pretty faces as they turned off their showers and scampered over our way, dropping down to their knees in front of the bench where me and Marcie had our legs spread wide, waiting for them. And then they dug in to have themselves a feast! Marcie and I looked over at each other as we pressed their two faces between our legs, feeling wet, eager tongues burrowing in to partake of their favorite meal.

"She gives real good head," I told Marcie.

"So does this one," Marcie said, looking down.

After a while we had them switch so each of them could taste the both of us. What a trip this was turning out to be, going on an exhibitionist rampage with my new fetish friend, Marcie. And this is what such exhibiting could lead to, some scorching cunnilingus, courtesy of two fresh, eager tongues. 

Finally I climaxed, then Marcie. Now we asked the dykes whether they might enjoy having us go down on them. They stared at each other in disbelief, as though all this were too good to be true, like what they were getting to do with us was the ultimate dyke fantasy come to life.

"Uh-- yeah," one of them mumbled nervously.

They were still all wet, so now Marcie and I dried them off and then had them sit on the bench in our place. Now it was me and Marcie who dropped to our knees in front of the two tomboys. I stared straight ahead. This dyke may have looked like a boy and she may have had a boy's haircut. She may not have had any tits or hips, but she sure had herself a succulent looking pussy, peeking out at me from a tangle of thick, dark curls, her clit already stiff, standing at attention, waiting for contact with my tongue. Now me and Marcie went down on these two and gave them some of the best head we figured they'd ever had. From the start they squealed and squirmed like crazy. These two were really charged up. We even pushed back on their puny, boyish buttocks and rimmed their assholes with our tongues. They sure seemed to enjoy that a lot. Finally they climaxed like two firecrackers going off in tandem, almost too weak to stand up afterwards. We let them just sit there and catch their breath as we retrieved fresh underwear from our gym bags and got dressed.

"See ya around," Marcie waved at the two of them as we got ready to split.

"Yeah, we'll have to do this again," I added. We laughed and laughed as he headed for the parking lot, loving it. We showed it all off for a couple of bedazzled dykes and that led to hot showers and an all-round cunniligual feast. Not a bad way to end a workout session at the gym!



Finally it seemed I had myself a serious fetish too, a perfect one for me. Marcie had lured me into the world of voyeurism and exhibitionism, and I took to it like a fish to water. We loved going out together, flashing it and showing it off, and seeing what sexy scenes we might come upon to witness for ourselves.

By this time I had met Marcie's older sister, Kelly, who knew all about me interviewing Marcie about her fetish. It was Kelly's fetish first, in fact, and it was she who had drawn her younger sister to the pleasures of watching and being watched.  Kelly and I hit it off real nicely and once Marcie had her come down to the club where she danced as a sort of 'guest' stripper that night. So I got to see Marcie's foxy sister shed her clothes and show off her spectacular body.

Then Marcie told me her sister had a birthday coming up and she wanted to plan a surprise for Kelly. This all started when Marcie gave me a very graphic account of how her sexy freak of a sister had turned her on not just to the pleasures of sex, but the pleasures of watching and being watched.  Now Marcie said she was going to have Kelly visit that weekend and cook up a dinner for her on her birthday, and she wanted to invite me over too. The surprise would be that Marcie had arranged for this male stripper to show up at the door and do a special performance for Kelly. I smiled to myself, what a perfect birthday treat for a voyeur! Especially when the other two babes celebrating her birthday with her were voyeurs themselves. 

Marcie had recently started dancing topless again. She knew she could make more money doing that than being a waitress or something. At first she worried about stripping in a town where she was attending college, figuring some of her fellow students, or even her profs would see her. She sure didn't mind being seen by them, but she didn't want to become a major topic of campus gossip. Then she figured she was being too cautious. The strip club was on the other side of town and catered mainly to blue-collar factory workers who lived and worked over there. The college guys tended to go to a more up-scale club, nearer campus. Working a topless joint again, Marcie had met a few of the local strippers, including guys who worked the clubs that catered to women celebrating engagements and things like that, as well as working the gay clubs. She'd gotten to know one of these male strippers pretty well, a real good-looking straight stud named Brian. 

So Kelly came to celebrate her birthday and stay with her sister for the weekend at Marcie's apartment off-campus. As planned, I came over and joined the two sisters. First we had a fabulous meal Marcie spent all day preparing. Not only is Marcie a college co-ed, a foxy some-time stripper, a total sex freak and a major fetishist, but she also happens to be a great cook.  Soon after dinner the buzzer rang and Marcie looked over at me and winked, while Kelly turned to the door, curious to see who it might be.

"Let me see who that is," Marcie said, getting the door.

She looked through the peephole and opened the door, turning to her sister.

"I think it's for you, Kelly."

Kelly seemed surprised and stood to go to the door as Marcie opened it wide to reveal the Adonis standing there, smiling sexily at Kelly.

"Happy birthday, Kelly," he purred, leaning over and giving her a soft hug and a tender kiss. Kelly was wondering what was up, but she was smiling, enjoying Brian's gesture, whatever it meant, whoever he was.

"Brian is a male stripper," Marcie explained to her sister. "He's sort of a little extra birthday gift from me and Becky come here to help entertain you."




Look At Us! Ch. 02



Brian took off his jacket, his muscled torso sculpted by a tightly fitting T-shirt and, below, a pair of old, worn jeans showing off every contour, particularly his big bulge, very noticeable to Kelly.  Suddenly Kelly laughed out loud. She was loving it. She and her sister were both topless dancers, strippers, and so was Brian here. 

"How about some music?" Brian suggested.

"Yeah, and how about we all go into the living room," Marcie said, leading us all in there. Kelly sat herself down in a big easy chair while I sat on the couch opposite her. Brian and Marcie went to pick out a tape to play, then turned the lights down low.  The music was a perfect choice, some old funky R&B with a real sexy groove. Brian started to dance right away, real smooth and sexy, with a perfect rhythm.  Marcie had heard that he'd actually been a chorus line dancer once in New York. He danced his way right over to Kelly, swaying to the groove above her as she looked up at him with liquid, lusty eyes.  Then he took a moment to take off his shirt and pull off his jeans, never losing the beat as he moved in perfect synch to it. Now he stood there wearing only a little leather G-string. His body was perfect of course, smooth, wiry and muscled. But not grotesquely muscled like some of those body builders who work as dancers, if they're not too muscle bound to move it, that is.

Now he had his crotch right in front of Kelly, swaying his hips, thrusting his bulge right in her face, the way a nasty female stripper would, real lewdly.  And Kelly loved it; it was like he was a male version of herself, eager to show it off and get someone hot. Kelly stuck out her tongue lewdly, flickering it at Brian, giving as good as she got as she leaned forward, running her hands over her own breasts while licking the leather crotch of Brian's G-string. That bulge of his was getting big, ready to bust out of those leather confines.

Now the stripper started pulling down his G-string, exposing his pubic hair. Me and Marcie whistled and hooted from the couch.

"Show it off! show it off!" we cried out in unison.

But Brian knew the value of teasing, turning around now and shaking his smooth, bronzed, muscular buttocks in Kelly's face.

"What an ass, huh Kelly?" Marcie said to her sister.

Brian kept waving it right in front of Kelly's face as she started to massage those steely cheeks of his Then he reached back to pull the leather string aside, showing off his asshole. Though Brian was supposedly straight, revealing his butthole like this had probably become a habit for him, working all those queer clubs that he did. At those it was like showing off a hot pussy to a bar full of horny straight men. Which is exactly what the two sisters had much experience doing. These three understood each other, Becky marveled, thinking about their fetish for displaying it, and getting turned on by the display of others. A fetish she had come enthusiastically to share.

Brian started to snap the string back in place between his buttocks, but Kelly kept it pulled aside, wanting that hot male hole of his accessible to her.

"Why, it looks good enough to eat!" she purred, looking over at me and her sister with a sassy smile.  But Brian didn't let her eat anything just yet, turning around again, dancing and teasing Kelly, sliding a hand under the elastic of his crotch and provocatively handling his own cock. It was all hard and swollen now, barely hidden by the little triangle of smooth black leather.

Kelly now hitched up her skirt and spread her legs wide, giving Brian a little shocker of her own. Following family tradition, Kelly was not wearing any panties under that skirt and now vividly showed off her pussy to Brian.

"I see we got ourselves one hell of a birthday girl tonight," Brian growled, eyeing her sexily.

"And she ain't the only one who's hot," Marcie said as she and I now lifted our skirts too and let Brian see that we weren't wearing any panties either! Brian smiled at us, a real killer, sexy smile, like he really appreciated enjoying himself with pros just like himself, women who knew how to make someone really hot by showing it off.

Now Brian moved up to Kelly again.

"Here, take this in your mouth and slide them off," he said, pulling out the elastic waistband of his G-string. Kelly took the waistband between her teeth and pulled down. Suddenly, a huge erection popped out. We'd been eyeing that stiff, protruding bulge; now we could all vividly see what had created it.

With her teeth Kelly dragged the G-string completely off him as he lifted one leg, then the other. Completely naked now, he pulled back a little again and started dancing some more, his erect cock sticking straight up. He licked his lips, wagging a finger at Kelly. She got down off the couch onto the floor and made her way across the rug on all fours as he kept teasing, wagging that finger at her until she was kneeling right in front of him.

She just stared at it for a few moments, doing nothing, as he waved it in her face. Then she let him slap it across her face gently, feeling it against her cheeks, 

"So big, so hard!" she purred, looking up at him.

"So tasty!" Marcie shouted form the couch.

"Yeah, go for it," I urged.

"Uh huh, Kelly, have some dessert!" Marcie yelled.

So now Marcie started to lick his balls. He swayed his hips sensually to the beat of the music as she lapped away at the rough skin of his scrotum. Then, slowly, she slid her wet tongue up the length of his shaft, licking every inch, looking over at us to make sure we were watching. What the hell else would we be doing!  Finally she had the big, smooth knob of his penis in her mouth and began to suck him. He was even bigger than Hank, so seeing Kelly's lips wrapped around the thick girth, swallowing it, was quite a sight.

"I bet Brian doesn't let every birthday girl do that to him, huh Brian?" Marcie teased.

"Nope, just fine young foxes like your sister down here."

"What about me and my girlfriend Becky, Brian? Aren't we foxes too?" Marcie teased reaching in between her legs to spread her labia, showing him as much pink as she could while he fed his big cock to her big sister.

"Yeah, but it isn't your birthday, so you two are just gonna have to watch," Brian teased, though we wondered whether he meant it.

That seemed fair. It was Kelly's party and Brian was her treat. At least I didn't mind, since I'd told Marcie that I don't make it with guys besides Hank. Babes, yes, as Marcie knew as well as anyone, but no guys besides my boyfriend. At least for now.

But that didn't mean I couldn't reach in the way Marcie was doing and show off my pretty pink pussy in all its glory to Brian, which I now did. And Brian sure seemed to like the view we were both providing, his eyes like two focused lasers gazing at our pussies as Kelly wolfed him down.

"Turn around and bend over," Kelly said to Brian now. "Let me see that butthole of yours again. You seem to love showing it off."

So he turned around and bent over, still swaying his hips slowly to the funky beat, showing off his butt for Kelly, and for the two of us.

"Check this out, you two," Kelly said, turning to us and licking her lips as she spread his buns wide open. Then she dug her tongue into his crack and started lapping away at his asshole.

"Oh yeah, eat it!" I encouraged her.

"Do it! Chew out that butt!" Marcie urged.

Marcie's and mine fingers were a blur at our clits now as we watched Kelly eat out this gorgeous stud's asshole.

"Hey, just because it's my birthday I don't want to be selfish," Kelly said pulling her tongue away. "Come over here, at least have a little taste."

"None for me, thanks," I said as Marcie explained to them that, believe it or not, I only made it with my man. But Marcie sure was happy to take her sister up on the invitation and a second later she was down on her knees next to Kelly.

"Go on, lick it," Kelly urged her sister, holding Brian's cheeks wide open, his asshole slick from her active tonguing. Now Marcie slid her tongue between his cheeks and had some butt of her own to eat, while Kelly got in front of him and resumed sucking his cock. Then her sister let Marcie have herself a nice big taste of Brian's cock too.

Meanwhile I was playing with my pussy like crazy, watching the torrid three-way coupling. Now Kelly pulled her sister's face away and had him sit down in the easy chair. Then she straddled him, impaling her pussy on his thick meaty log.

"Time for the birthday girl to get her birthday treat," Kelly hissed, riding Brian's cock boldly while Marcie rejoined me on the couch and started fingering her pussy again along with me.

Kelly was facing Brian, so we had that great view of her ass, Brian's thick cock plunging up into her cunt.

"Why don't the two you get it on, I've heard how much you love that," Kelly said, looking over her shoulder at me and her sister. She knew all about our little escapades. And she knew that though I didn't screw other men, I was promiscuous as hell when it came to other babes.

So now Marcie and I got into a comfy '69' position and while never taking our eyes off Kelly fucking the dancer, we ate each other's pussies with giddy enthusiasm as Kelly and Brian watched our cunnilingual coupling while they fucked. The two of us were so hot we got each other off in a jiffy and then sat back down on the couch, resuming our eye-feast, watching Brian on top of Kelly now, between her legs, pumping it into her ruggedly, his muscled buns working away like pistons as he buried it inside her. You'd think we'd have been satiated, me and Marcie, but our fingers were back at our pussies as we kept taking in the view. Voyeurism can do that to you, it can make you so damned hot!

"Hey Mr. Stripper Man, hold off a moment, will you?" Kelly said to Brian, asking him to stop his thrusting. "Let me have myself some pussy to eat while you keep fucking me, okay?"

So now he got off her as she stood up and walked over to the couch. Marcie and I had our legs wide open and Kelly knelt between my open legs. I had a feeling I'd be letting her eat my pussy before the evening was over. It was her birthday, after all, and some fresh young pussy seemed like yet another welcome birthday treat.

"Can I lick it?" Kelly said, looking up at me, her eyes blazing with lustful desire. 

"Of course you can," I said as she smiled happily, then pressed her face against my fuzzy golden bush, digging her tongue into my cunt. 

"How cool!" Marcie gasped, loving it. "My sister's going down on you, Marcie. I've been telling her how tasty your pussy is."

As she lapped away at my vulva, Brian got behind her, this time slamming it inside her from behind, fucking her some more with that beautiful cock of his, a cock, he had boasted to Marcie could go forever.

"Now me," Marcie said, as her sister slid over and started going down on her pussy. Of course I was well aware the two sisters had been making it for a long time, ever since that first occasion when Kelly invited Marcie to watch her make it with her stripper girlfriend. But for Brian it was a little bit of a shock.

"You two actually do it, uh?" she said, a little amazed.

"Hope it doesn't freak you out too much, Brian," Marcie said to him as he kept slamming it up her sister's snatch and her sister kept wolfing down Marcie's tender young vulva. "Bet you're probably a freak yourself."

"I am," he admitted, "and I love freaky scenes."

"Well how about getting just a bit more freaky then and fucking my sister up the ass, that cool with you?" Marcie said, staring up over at him.

"Oh yeah," Kelly enthused. "Now that would really top this birthday off for me."

Becky was well aware how much Marcie enjoyed anal sex, another pleasure she'd admitted she had been turned on to by her sister. So she was aware too that Kelly loved the backdoor route herself.

"Sure," Brian growled, holding open her buns as he knelt behind Kelly, staring into her crack, at her hole. "I'd love to screw this butt."

"I'll be right back," Marcie said, getting up off the couch and disappearing. A few moments later she came back with some lubricant, slapping some over Kelly's asshole, right above where Brian was digging his thick cock into her pussy.

"Ooooh, shit! I can feel him filling up your cunt," Marcie said as she now slid a couple of stiff fingers up her sister's ass. All that separated her probing fingers from Brian's cock was a thin sheath of muscle.

"Okay, here we go," Marcie said, pulling out her fingers, then tugging Brian's cock out of her sister's cunt, lifting the tip an inch to her lubed asshole now. I got off the couch and joined Marcie, kneeling next to her so I could watch everything up close. And what I now got to see was Brian sliding that thick cock of his up Kelly's ass, her anus dilating instantly to embrace his thickness.

"Oh shit, go slow! You're so fucking big!" Kelly squealed as Brian took his time, letting Kelly get used to the new intrusion. 

"Hey Becky?" Marcie said to me. "Why don't you get back up on the couch and turn around. Feed my sister some of your ass. Let's make it butt all the way now for her."

"I like the sound of that!" Kelly enthused.

Talk about freaky! I now did exactly that, feeding my bottom to Marcie's sister as Kelly took it up the butt from Brian. She was getting more birthday treats than she ever could have imagined when she had first decided to come down to spend her birthday with her sister.

Then Marcie took my place and fed her sister some of her own rump. I just pulled back and watched. I was a flaming voyeur by now. And what could be more exciting for a voyeur like me than to watch a sleek, gorgeous slut get fucked up the ass by a beautiful hunk with a thick, long cock while at the same time the slut busily ate out her own sister's asshole! That's what was being presented to my eyes as I whipped up a froth down in my pussy, and noticed both Marcie and Kelly busily fingering their own.

Finally Brian let it be known that he had reached his limit, he couldn't hold back any longer. Kelly desperately pushed him out of her and whipped around on her knees to face him, taking his dick in her mouth, twisting the shaft sensually while sucking the knob.

"My sister just loves the taste of cum," Marcie told me.

And obviously she got herself quite a taste as we could see the veins bulge in Brian's neck, his eyes shut tight, as he growled and his cock throbbed. We knew he was pouring his essence into Kelly's receptive mouth, and we saw the evidence when the overflow started to trickle out of the corner of her lips.

"Yum, yum," she said, licking her lips after she'd drained him of every last drop of semen.

Suddenly it was over for Brian. He'd done his job, and now he was useless. Marcie got him his clothes and we bid him adieu. His part in this birthday celebration was over and done with.

Kelly had taken off her clothes when Brian had stripped his off, so she was stark naked. But me and Marcie were still dressed. We had no panties under our short skirts so we'd been able to show it off and feed it to Kelly without getting undressed and now were made very aware of that fact.

"Do I get dressed or do you two get undressed," Kelly said with a sassy smile, hinting that she wouldn't mind having some more birthday fun, of the all-girl variety this time.

"What do you say, Becky?" Marcie said, turning to me.

"I wouldn't mind taking these clothes off for a while."

So Marcie and I now quickly stripped off our clothes, leaving three sleek, naked babes facing each other in Marcie's living room.

"Listen, I have an idea the both of you might like," Marcie said, her eyes suddenly getting bright as the idea occurred to her. "You know my old French boyfriend Alain, the one I lived with in Amsterdam, the guy I did sex shows with? Well, I haven't seen him for more than a year now. He's back in Paris now. He was supposed to come visit me a couple of months ago but he couldn't make it. We've talked on the phone and I've been writing him sexy letters. We still like to turn each other on. I even took a couple of photos of myself for him. You know, I set the camera up on a tripod and used the self-timer."

I knew Marcie was a Communications major specializing in video and film, so she knew all about photography.

"But what I've really been wanting to do is to send Alain a really sexy video of myself. You know, something that would get him stiff right away, that he could jack off to. I was going to do it myself, set the camcorder up on a tripod. But with you two here, one of you can videotape me. Hell, if you want you can show off for Alain too. I know him, he'd love to watch me make it with you guys. I wouldn't want to send him anything with me and another guy doing it, but me and babe, that he'd really appreciate, I know."

"Shit, that sounds like it could be fun, sis," Kelly said.

"Yeah, I'm game," I added.

Then we all laughed. Of course what Marcie had just proposed was fodder for three exhibitionists like us.

So Marcie went to get her camcorder, making sure everything was in order, then handing it to her sister.

"You know how to use it, right Kelly?"

"Yeah, you showed me last time I was here."

"Just press the red button when you're ready to tape. Then press it again to stop," Marcie reminded her.

"Okay, I'm ready, you can roll it," Marcie said, staring into the camcorder as Kelly lifted it to her eye.

"Okay, here goes," Kelly said as she began recording.

"Hi Alain!" Marcie said to the camera with a cheerful smile. Of course she also happened to be stark naked and spreading her flexed legs wide open. "You know who this is, it's your sexpot from the good ole U.S. of A. I've been missing you, and missing that big, beautiful French dick of yours, mon cher. So I thought I'd send you this tape and maybe you and your dick will appreciate it."

I never knew Marcie had such a natural way about her in front of the camera. But, then again, she was a seasoned exhibitionist by now, and a film and video student too.

"I'm here with my girlfriend Marcie and my sister Kelly. It's Kelly's birthday and she's the one with the camcorder," she said, then turned to me. "And that over there is Becky."

Kelly turned the camcorder towards me. I looked into it and smiled, waving.

"Hey there, Alain, it's me, Becky. Heard a lot about you. And heard a lot about those nasty, nasty things you and Marcie used to do together in Amsterdam."

I loved it! Here I was, naked, talking to Marcie's old boyfriend on videotape. Then Kelly pointed the camcorder back at her sister.

"Now that you've seen Becky, I think you should see a little more of me again," Marcie said to her boyfriend. "Zoom in, Kelly, show him some of my good spots up close."

Now Marcie lifted one of her huge tits to her face and started sucking on her own nipple, looking at the camera. I could picture how Kelly was zooming in on that sizzling sight. I knew if I were a red-blooded French stud back in Paris with a livewire cock, that cock would be hard as hell if I was staring at a tape of Marcie sucking her own tit like that.

Then she brought her hands between her legs and held open her pussy lips. I could see Kelly lower the camcorder, pointing it between Marcie's legs, zooming in for a closeup of Marcie's perfectly etched little vulva, her big protruding clit.

"Come over here, Becky," Marcie said to me suddenly and I joined her on the bed. Now Kelly was taping the two of us.

Marcie was playful, playful the way a sexy kitten is playful, as she pressed my face against her breasts. I took the bait and started sucking on that stiff nipple of hers as she pinched mine. She may have huge tits, but I have huge nipples, and I hoped Alain was getting himself a nice close-up of those.




Look At Us! Ch. 02



"Now show him your pussy," Marcie said, as I spread my legs and reached in to hold myself open. "I love eating that pussy of Becky's, it's so tasty. And isn't it pretty? You'd love it too, Alain."

Then she looked up at me.

"You wouldn't mind it if I ate your pussy now, Becky, would you? So Alain could see that back in France?"

"No, go ahead," I said with a laugh. "have all you want."

I spread my legs wider and Marcie brought her face between them, looking back one more time at the camcorder, probably giving Alain a sexy wink before she dug in to feast on my cunt.

And then I just let her eat away, expressive as I always am when I'm being given pleasure, maybe even more so knowing the camcorder was recording my reactions to Marcie's cunnilingual finesse.

"Tell Alain how good I made you feel," Marcie said after I'd finally climaxed.

"Marcie made me feel real good, Alain, real, real, real good!"

Hank and I had videotaped each other a couple of times when we borrowed a camcorder from a friend of his. We set it on a dresser and let it roll, taping us having sex. But this was the first time I'd ever been filmed having sex by a third person using the camera, another exhibitionistic breakthrough for me.

"Oh yeah, Alain knows how good I can make someone feel with my mouth, eh Alain?" she said, turning to the camcorder. "I've told Becky and my sister how much I loved to suck your big cock."

Then Marcie turned to me again.

"Say Becky? How about now you operate the camcorder, so Alain can have a look at Kelly."

Kelly pressed the button to pause the camcorder, handing it to me. Then she got down on the bed with her sister as I looked at them through the viewfinder. Somehow, seeing them through the lens made it seem especially voyeuristic and exciting to me.

"And this is my sister, Kelly," Marcie said as Kelly now waved at the camcorder. "You can tell she's my sister because she has tits almost as big as mine."

In fact the two sisters were both astoundingly stacked, their huge, firm breasts similar in size and shape. Then Marcie reached around Kelly to squeeze and knead her breasts.

"Me and my sister like to play nasty games too," Marcie said.

"Shit! It was me who taught your girlfriend how to play those games, Alain," Kelly cackled at the camcorder.

"She's right," Marcie said, laughing as she slid a hand down her sister's thigh, Kelly spreading her legs so Marcie could finger her pussy. Marcie reciprocated, letting Kelly dig a couple of stiff fingers into her creamy cunt. All of this I was recording on video, with plenty of close-ups too.

"We like to feel each other up as you can see," Marcie said.

"And not just out pussies, but these too," Kelly said, forcing her sister to pull her legs way back, licking a finger, and then bringing that finger down and sliding it up Marcie's asshole. And Marcie then made sure to do the same to her sister, working a finger between Kelly's sexy, smooth cheeks.

"Marcie's told me how much you loved to fuck her up the ass," Kelly said as I kept recording it all on video. This was making me so hot, videotaping the two sisters finger-fucking first their pussies, then their assholes.

“Hey listen,” Marcie said suddenly, “before we go any further I really need to take a piss.”

Marcie walked to the bathroom while Kelly, a very wicked smile on her face, turned to the camera and wagged a finger at me. Kelly followed her sister, with me trailing along, still recording.

“You’re not going to shoot me pissing, are you?” Marcie said, smiling, seeing me there, still recording. But she sure wasn’t objecting as she lowered herself on the toilet.

“Oh, I think Alain would like to see this, don’t you?” Kelly told her sister.

“Well, if you’re going to shoot then I better not sit all the way down,” she said, now just squatting slightly over the toilet. “This way you can capture every ‘golden’ moment.”

And then she started pissing, the powerful stream leaving her pussy as I faithfully recorded every intimate moment.

“Look at you, Marcie,” Kelly cackled, “you’re pissing for your boyfriend.”

“And for you two sluts too,” Marcie said, staring at the camera, licking her lips lewdly.

When she was done, Kelly immediately dropped down, looking over at me and the camcorder for a moment, before she dug her face into her sister’s crotch and started wiping her pissy cunt with her tongue.

“Taste good, sis?” Marcie chuckled.

“Mmmmmmmh,” Kelly purred, her eyes turning to me as she flickered her tongue a few more times against the wet pussy.

"What's you favorite number, sis?" Marcie asked Kelly.

"Sixty-nine, what's yours"

"Soixante-neuf!" Marcie said to the camera as the two sisters now returned to the living room, got up on the couch, and twisted their bodies into that favorite position. Now I videotaped them eating each other's cunts, Marcie on top of Kelly, moving around so that I could capture everything from every angle, most of all close-ups of tongues lapping away vividly at exposed clits. First Kelly climaxed, then Marcie, all recorded on video by yours truly.

And we weren't finished. Because now Marcie brought out the dildos, including a strap-on. We spend the next hour or so screwing each other with these rubber cocks, front and rear, recording every smoldering detail for Alain's solo enjoyment back in Paris.

This was my first time as a video-voyeur and I loved every minute, handling the camcorder, and performing in front of it. Marcie's fetish, I now had to admit, had truly become my own...