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Derek Discovers Exhibitionists

By: CalDreamer



1. The Beach

The free beach isn't as sexy a place as people think it is, Derek concluded reluctantly as he arrived. He realized that people are nude because it's a beach, not because they're preparing for sex; a bunch of teenage girls daring each other wearing tiny bikinis are sexier than this nudity. At least their tight bras and low-riding bottoms draw attention to their sexy bits. Here everybody was the same, he observed as he quickly stripped, rolled up his clothes and looked around. Most of the people there weren't gorgeous model types. Some were old, some young, some overweight, more than half were male. Most of the women at the beach were obviously attached. There are unwritten rules about northern California's free beaches; the county sheriffs won't interfere if the beachgoers aren't overtly sexual.

In that awkward 'between girlfriends' state, Derek knew that his relationships foundered on his preference for sex with others present. He didn't think it was a perversion, but apparently other people disagreed. So here he was, a graduate student in his mid-twenties without a relationship. At least he could see some live naked women here.

Derek made the best of his eight-mile bike trip out from town, spotting an attractive blonde with a pixyish look, her age hard to gauge in the harsh sun. He unrolled his towel near her and reclined where he could get a good view. Lying on her stomach, this woman had a lovely round ass, long legs, and tantalizing breasts that bulged out from her graceful frame. Her boyfriend (husband? acquaintance?) was rubbing suntan lotion on her upper back, which she obviously liked, while she held up her long hair. 

Not wanting to offend this lovely creature, Derek pretended to snooze, but peeked when he thought she wasn't looking. He marveled at her form; gracefully attractive legs are in principle about as utilitarian as you can get, locomotion devices all muscle and sinew, skin and bone. Yet - they were still beautiful.

It got better when the object of his attention flipped over on her back, stretched her arms over her head and exposed magnificent breasts, large and well-defined, wobbling tantalizingly as she made herself comfortable. Her nipples were retracted but were surrounded by a generous patch of deeply pigmented sexual skin. When she turned her head in his direction, he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to snooze again, but he needed to adjust himself against the warm sand, glad that he was reclining on his stomach. For a while Derek, the naked object of his fantasy, and her boyfriend relaxed in the sand, not moving much. The surf crashed with its slow rhythm in the background. A naked fat man and his naked fat wife walked between them.

Derek was sneaking a peek when his blonde turned toward her boyfriend to exchange a few words. The boyfriend stood up, his dingle dangling, and walked right over to Derek, who in a panic knew that he had been discovered; he would be embarrassed, the large and healthy boyfriend would kick sand in his face and he would have to leave, red-faced and disgraced. But the boyfriend, standing over a Derek who was trying desperately to look as inconspicuous as possible without moving much, offered a friendly word. To Derek's astonishment he invited the boy to move his towel closer to them! 

Derek accepted enthusiastically, then realized his genital condition and promised to move over in a few minutes. He carefully studied the geology of the cliffs behind the beach, then when it was safe he casually collected his towel and clothes to move about two body-lengths from the blonde. She turned onto her side to face Derek, her breasts trembling, showing a generous triangle of dark-blonde pubic hair. Her nipples began magically to unfold, as she spoke in a soft lilting voice.

"Not there - come closer, I don't mind, my name's Carol, this is Ben. We come here occasionally - you could probably figure that out from our suntans," she laughed.

"Um, hi, I'm Derek, I didn't mean to bother you, I'm a student at the university and I..."

"Don't be shy," she interrupted. "I like it when you look at me. Most of the guys here are total jerks, they leer and make rude gestures or they're gay. You seem to appreciate my body, but you're discreet. There aren't many places where a woman can show off her whole body to strange men and not get arrested or raped. Here it's safe. I can give you a good look but you can't touch."

Carol casually brushed her breasts, as though sweeping some sand from them, but it was obvious to Derek that she was doing it to show him how soft and heavy they were. 

"You like that, don't you?"

"I admit it, I do, you're beautiful. And your attitude is as beautiful as your body."

Carol propped her head up on one hand and played absently with the curls at the upper corner of her pubic triangle with the other. 

"Derek, I'm facing you, you can tell from my nipples how much I like this. Turn on your side and show me your body. I love to see young cocks."

Derek hesitated. 

"Don't worry," Carol admonished with a smile, "I know you have a stiffie from looking at my body."

He couldn't believe how frank this woman was, but he turned, revealing a large semi-erect member, something that's not supposed to happen at the free beach. Close up, he noticed some subtle freckles on the upper side of her breasts, and goose bumps. Her nipples were erect now, like pink marbles in a sea of dark-red flesh, wobbling and vibrating as she moved. Staring, he could almost taste them.

"I can see where this is going," Ben unexpectedly broke in. Derek expected the worst again, but Ben continued, "I think it would be better if we continued this at our house in town."

"I'd love to join you," Derek replied, "But I came here on my bike." 

Ben laughed, "No problem. We have a pick-up. We can just throw it in the back." All pickups ride around empty most of the time.

The three naked beachgoers picked up their things and walked toward the rocky point that marks the boundary of the free beach. Just before the point they passed three slim college girls, lying naked on their backs with their feet almost in the narrow passage. Derek recognized them from one of his classes, all in their second year. They didn't say anything, but their posture told Derek's active imagination that they were displaying themselves, enjoying the feeling of being a little naughty. But just a little. 

Carol ran to catch up with Derek and Ben; she made sure that her arm brushed Derek's. At the point they put on their clothes, just shorts and a t-shirt for the men but for Carol a short wrap-around skirt that extended from her hips to mid-thigh, no panties, and a fairly sheer tube top. She mentioned that she likes tube tops because it's so easy to lower them. Derek said nothing, but concluded that the sexy creature was more than just a free-beach buff - she was seriously into showing her body.

Carol sat between the two men on the bench seat of the old truck as they drove off, Derek's bike bouncing in the back and Carol's boobs bouncing in the front. Once they were on the highway Ben put a hand on Carol's inner thigh; she spread her legs just a bit and moved Derek's hand to the other thigh. It was surprisingly soft on her well-toned body. He couldn't resist gently squeezing it. "I don't know what I did to be so lucky," he murmured.

Carol reassured him, "Don't worry, it's fate. Sometimes shitty things happen, sometimes great things. I think today is going to be great. Ben loves to display me and I love to be displayed." 

For Derek it was great already, more than he could have expected. Ben was smiling and Carol was getting even more friendly. Derek described his studies, and the couple described their lives and jobs. Ben was a surfer, so they only visited the free beach when the surf was low. Now it was obvious that the couple was about a decade older than Derek, but Carol still had a killer body and a personality to match. 

2. The House

By the time they arrived at the couple's modest house near the edge of their beach town Derek was already itching with anticipation. As it turned out, so was Carol. They walked right through the house to a rear patio where Ben had them sit down and went inside to get some wine for the three of them. The day was warm and sunny; their fenced patio was private except for a neighbor's second-floor balcony. Carol sprawled on a three-seat bench while Derek sat bolt upright next to her, not knowing what to expect.

"You know why we're here, don't you, Derek," the woman with the killer body said, "We're going to show you my body and have some fun. You can touch, and I can touch you, but no fucking. That's just for Ben. And I may seem confident but I'm nervous too. We've never done this before, not like this, not with a stranger."

Derek adjusted his pants. Carol advised, "Why don't you just take those shorts off? You'll be more comfortable, and remember I like young cocks. And take off your shirt too, it's a hot day."

Derek wasn't sure what kind of 'hot day' she was referring to. A bit shocked about how open Carol was, and how tolerant Ben apparently was, he still didn't expect that he would be the one to strip while the other two were clothed. That didn't last long, but Carol wanted to prolong the moment, the exposure of her body for sexual exploration rather than just for sun and air. 

Moving her lips right up to his ear, Carol whispered "You probably want to see my body again, don't you?" Derek nodded, suddenly feeling inexplicably shy at such a direct question. "Do you want to see my cunt again? When I show you things here it's because I get off on exposing myself. It's for me, not for you."

"Oh yes, I do, it's beautiful."

Slowly Carol drew up her legs and spread her knees apart. The little skirt pooled around her waist, revealing that triangle of blond curls, this time with a pink slit just beginning to bloom. "See, my lips pull back when I get excited, then you can see inside." Derek leaned over and got an eyeful, the reddish late afternoon sun shining on her strip of exposed flesh, making it glow.

Quickly Carol sat up as Ben arrived with wine, glasses and crackers. He had intentionally spent a long time in the kitchen to make sure that Derek wouldn't be too aggressive, even in his absence. And Ben liked to watch while Carol displayed herself solo. "Oh, hi Ben. I was just showing Derek some, um, interesting things."

"I'll bet you were." 

He passed the wine around, a local white, and the three sipped while Derek sat naked, self-conscious, waiting. Finally Ben stood up, moved behind Carol, and reached down to massage her bare shoulders. She looked up expectantly at him. His hands slid down to massage her breasts, squeezing and pinching through the thin fabric while Carol looked down at them and Derek stared. 

"You've already seen her breasts, but here it will be better because she's exposing herself just to be sexy. Here, take a look." Ben slowly pulled Carol's top down, again exposing those beautiful pendulous breasts. He paused just as a near-semicircle of red flesh emerged. When pulled further the erect, pulsing nipples snapped up as the hem of her top brushed past them. He began playing with his wife's breasts in front of Derek, stroking and squeezing the soft flesh. He pinched her nipples and raised her breasts, then let go and watched them jiggle back into place. She shivered.

Up on the neighbor's balcony Derek caught a movement, but Carol made no move to cover herself. An elderly man appeared, waved, and sat where he could see the action. Ben caught Derek's apprehension: "Don't worry, that's our neighbor, he's harmless. His wife is disabled and I like displaying Carol to him. He never leaves his balcony, but she likes the audience."

Carol was beginning to blush with excitement, now topless, her eyes sparkling. She snuggled in closer and pulled Derek's arm around her shoulder, which he took as an invitation to slide his hand down across her smooth torso to her breast. Not quite daring to touch her nipple, he stroked the upper part and gently squeezed, feeling that marvelous softness in his hand.

"Carol, you're beautiful. I can't believe you're letting me fondle you, and we just met an hour ago."

"We haven't even started yet," she whispered, bringing his other hand up to cover her left breast, nipple and all. "I have very sensitive nipples. Play with them, kiss them, be as rough as you want." 

Ben laughed. "I've never met a woman who didn't think she had exceptionally sensitive nipples."

Derek was in heaven, fondling both boobs without limit. He pinched the red areola of one breast and sucked the nipple into his mouth, releasing it between clenched teeth. He tried unsuccessfully to suck an entire boob into his mouth, leaving red marks and a big, shiny wet spot. Carol looked down, biting her lower lip, then looked up helplessly at her neighbor. Sometimes she felt she should be embarrassed but was perplexed that she wasn't. Ben sat on her other side, looking like just another casual beach bum, fingering her pubic hair, giving no indication that he was a voyeur who liked to display his wife to others.

After a few minutes Carol could stand it no longer. She slid up to the edge of the bench, invited Derek to kneel between her legs, and spread her knees as far as they would go. Her soaked pussy opened up right in front of him. 

Ben was really getting into displaying his wife. "Go ahead, Derek, touch her pussy, but only with your tongue."

The lucky student could smell Carol's sex as he leaned forward and licked along her already-spread lips, gliding across the living flesh inside her slit. At the top he met her clit; she lurched forward and grabbed him by the hair when his tongue slid across it. 

'Oh god," Carol gasped, "that feels so good, Benny, can you see it? Isn't it beautiful?"

"I love to see you when you're turned on like this, babe."

Derek got a bit more daring, plunging his tongue into her gaping hole as far as it would go, which wasn't nearly far enough, and wiggling it around. Carol squirmed and moaned. After a few minutes of this she turned to Ben and demanded that he fondle her tits again. A few minutes later she moaned again and in a near-whisper asked Ben to get out her yoga mat.

Ben responded dryly, "Does that mean what I think it means?"

"Uh, yes, I want to."

"You're moving pretty fast, but, well, ok."

"I know, but I can't resist. Benny dear, I need it, please? You know how I get."

"Don't cum until I get back."

Ben got up admiring Carol's sweating, glowing body, her swollen nipples rock-hard and pointing outward, eyes half-closed, cunt covered by a young man's head. He disappeared inside; a minute later he rolled a thin blue mat out in front of the bench, on the warm stone of the patio.

Reluctantly Carol pushed Derek's head away from her soaked pussy and told him that she wanted to lay down on the mat with him.

"This is going so fast, I feel out of control, but god it's great. You're perfect, you seem to know just what to do. Now, Derek. I'm giving you something more. I want to have oral sex with you."

Derek had absolutely no experience with a woman so open, so aggressive, so wonderful, but as long as she liked it he wasn't going to stop. His cock was pointing straight up. He found that he actually liked her looking at it in that state. Ben helped his wife unsteadily to her feet and reclined her on her side, breasts flopping to the side, legs spread, cunt lips still wide open. Derek had never seen anything so beautiful. 

Ben instructed, "Now Derek, lie down with your head at my wife's cunt, your cock at her mouth. Now lean forward and bury your head in that pussy again, concentrate on her clit. That's what gets her going."

Aggressively Carol grabbed Derek's erection, first admiring the little ridge around the helmet, the veins coursing up and down, the loose skin over the taut member. Taking it into her mouth while stroking it with her hands she fed it past her lips. Derek couldn't believe how good it felt - none of his past girlfriends had ever done anything like it. Carol's hips lurched forward when Derek's tongue hit her inner lips, involuntarily pushing them into his face. He got oriented on her inverted cunt, sucked the little pink stump into his mouth and ran his tongue over its tip.

Ben stroked her hair as the two undulated on the mat, "I love you like this, babe. So intense..."

After a few minutes Carol's hip thrusts became more regular and more insistent; Derek's cock was on fire. Sensing that climaxes were imminent, Ben separated the two. 

Carol wailed, "Hey! Why did you do that? We were getting close!"

Ben helped her to her feet, panting and dripping with sweat and who knows what else. He whispered something in her ear; startled, she said, "We can't! Oh, do you suppose we could? Wow, that would be so hot." 

"Go take a shower," Ben replied. I'll see if I can arrange it."

Carol wasn't about to shower alone; she dragged Derek along, his face dripping with her juices. She chewed on his cock some more in the shower, but didn't let him ejaculate. They soaped each other up, squirted the water at each other, and emerged feeling refreshed and euphoric in a sexual afterglow - or maybe foreglow. Derek was beginning to think that Carol was about the most wonderful woman in the world, more experienced than he but just as enthusiastic.

Ben was off the phone by the time they had dried each other off and come downstairs wrapped in their towels. He looked hard at Carol and said, "I think it might work out. I talked to Mike, and he said we're in luck. Melissa had called him and said her little sister Abby is visiting them and was begging to come to the party tonight. They explained what it was about, what would happen there, that she would have to participate, but she only got even more excited. Apparently Abby's very persuasive, and she has a big appetite. But she has to have a 'date'. You know we don't allow singles at these parties."

"Derek, we're invited to a party tonight," he continued, "A special kind of party where the couples strip, and trade partners, and do all kinds of things with one another, including intercourse. It's not easy to get invited, for obvious reasons, but I vouched for you. If you go, this girl Abby would be your partner. You'll probably get to fuck her and several other women if you want. But she wants some indication of who you are first, what you're like. Let's see... do you have a Facebook page?"

"Um, yes, but it's..."

"Come on into the kitchen." Carol practically demanded, "Sit down and send your link to this address."

Derek's Facebook page had a link to a research paper he had co-authored with his advisor, a list of his scholarships and such, and a picture of his lab group at a beach outing. It was taken at the main city beach, not the free beach up the coast; there were a few guys, and several young undergraduate girls from the lab flaunting their bikinis. He hoped it wouldn't give the wrong impression.

Almost immediately Ben got an email back thanking him and giving a link to Abby's page. Derek was impressed - she had won several prestigious awards, was going into her second year at one of the best schools in the country (fortunately only 40 miles away), and had a lovely, warm face framed by dark lustrous hair. She also had a lot of Facebook 'friends'. She was still a teenager, only nineteen.

"Now what?" Derek asked, still stunned by the rapid turn of events.

"Now the ball's in Abby's court," Ben replied.

"You mean the balling, or at least the future balling," quipped Carol, lifting her towel up to show the two men her damp pubic curls.

"You shameless flirt, look what you're doing to us," Ben snapped, showing her his budding erection. "For punishment I might have to fuck you right now, in front of Derek."


Derek Discovers Exhibitionists Ch. 02



4. The Bedroom

The new couple, Derek and Abby, were both tired at the end of the party where they had met, stripped one another and made love while others watched. For both of them it was like a dream, doing things they had only fantasized about in the past. It had happened so fast that both of them were a bit disoriented - Derek had met the girl of his dreams, and hoped he could hold onto her. Abby had met the boy of her dreams, and hoped he could continue to handle her needs and compulsions. He was living up to her expectations so far. Both of them had found something rare - a partner who reveled in exhibitionism and sex with an audience.

Leaving the party, Abby's sister Melissa dropped them off at Derek's. All was quiet when they arrived at the small house that he shared with two other students at the local university. Each one had his own room.

"Abby, sleep with me in my bed tonight."

"Gee, Derek, I don't know if I should. After all, we just met today."

"Come, my wonderful wanton willing wench!"

"You must have spent some effort on that alliteration."

"Yeah, I did, but you are."

"Wanton? Willing? I don't know, Derek, I hardly know you, it's a sin, you might touch my lady-parts..."

"But I already know you - in the biblical sense."

Laughter all around. Derek pulled up Abby's little dress; she had already lost the open-tit bra and improvised rope panties that Melissa had retrieved after the party.

"You look fantastic naked."

"You should know, you've hardly seen me dressed. I look great in regular clothes, though. Maybe I'll put some on for you sometime. But hey, how come you're single and you have such a big bed?"

"I found it cheap at a garage sale last fall. I guess I'm the eternal optimist."

Exhausted from the late hour and from the party, both partners fell into Derek's big bed, savored again that head-to-toe contact, and were asleep in minutes. In the half-delirium of sleep they held each other, savoring the easy contact as though they had been lovers for years. When both partners want it badly enough the start of a relationship can be explosive.

The next morning, a Sunday, Abby woke up having to pee; she roused a groggy Derek and asked where the bathroom was. He mumbled something about turning right and on the right side. She said, "but I'm naked!"

Beginning to wake up, Derek replied, "I know. I'm used to it." 

He pointed to a towel crumpled at the foot of his bed; Abby wrapped it around her hips and objected, not very convincingly, that she was still half-naked. "If I go out like this, someone might see my tits!"

"You might even think I wouldn't mind my housemates seeing them."

"Oh, you're naughty!"

Abby slapped Derek's arm, planted a kiss on his chest and ventured into the hall. She was gone a long time. Half-asleep again in the early morning half-light, Derek thought he heard whispers outside his door. After a long delay Abby reappeared bringing a surprise with her.

"I found Allison in the hallway. You didn't tell me there was another woman in the house."

Allison was John's girlfriend, one of the housemates. "I talked her into coming in here so she could watch us fuck. I told her that we prefer to do it with an audience. Is that ok?"

"Wow, that's wonderful. Hey Allison, are you sure you're ok with this?"

"Well, Derek," Allison replied hesitantly, "I don't know. I've never had an offer like this before. I'm not sure how to take it. Your girlfriend is really direct. John and I finally went all the way last night, it was the most awesome experience of my life. He's still out cold - you know he's not a morning person. Then I came across this half-naked beauty in the hallway. She introduced herself and made this astounding proposition. I just had to see if it was real."

Derek replied calmly, as though this happened every day, "It turns out we're both exhibitionists. I think Abby's an exhibitionist nymphomaniac. Why don't you pull my desk chair up by the bed and watch the show."

Allison hesitated, then settled her slim frame on the chair, crossing her long legs in her bathrobe (actually John's bathrobe) and letting her straight blond hair fall free in front of her. The bathrobe fell open on one side, revealing a long white thigh and the curve of a slim hip. But Allison was so enthralled and nervous that she didn't notice, or at least didn't acknowledge her exposure. Abby threw back the covers to find that Derek, lying on his back, already had a full erection, a combination of his normal morning woodie and the setup that his girlfriend of twelve hours had arranged. He also found it exciting that Allison saw him that way. Abby slid in beside her new boyfriend and grasped his cock in one hand.

"Allison, do you like Derek's cock? I love it when it's nice and stiff."

Allison put both hands to her face and stared. "This is so amazing, you're actually touching him while I watch?"

"I'm going to do a lot more than that."

With that Abby lowered her lips to the tip of Derek's straining cock and kissed it. She took more and more into her mouth until she had to let go to slide almost the whole thing in and out. When Derek started straining and moaning, she pulled out and waved his glistening, twitching penis in Allison's general direction.

"Wow, I've never seen anyone do that. It's nasty, but it's so hot. He must love that."

"Well, Derek, tell her."

"You're right, it's awesome, she's awesome, she's a great cocksucker. And I like to see her tits swing while she does it."

A playful slap. "You're talking dirty and ogling my tits, you pervert? Just for that I'm going to shut you up!"

Sliding up along Derek's body and thrusting a tit into his waiting mouth, she twisted to expose the tit on Allison's side. Abby brought Derek's hand up to her straining nipple, then returned her hand to his still-twitching cock.

"Do you like that, Allison, do you like watching him play with my tits? Were you shocked that I shoved my tit into his mouth? It feels great. Maybe you should show us your own tits, just to keep things even."

"Oh, I couldn't do that." But Allison grasped her breast through the terrycloth of her robe.

"Sorry - don't do anything you're not comfortable with."

"Do you really like playing with his, um, cock? I mean, does it turn you on to see it, to feel it? 

"Well, cocks in general aren't that thrilling for me, but it gives me pleasure to give him pleasure. When his cock strains, he groans, I know he's feeling something awesome. I like that I can please him."

"Hm, I know what you mean, actually. I'd totally do anything for John now, well almost."

"I like to feel his cock in my hands, in my mouth. I like the soft feel of his ball sack. But get ready, now Derek is going to fuck me, and you're going to see everything."

Derek abruptly flipped his lithe girlfriend onto her back and nearly entered her when she pulled back. "No, not that way. I still have to teach you how to do an open fuck, a position where our audience can see the penetration. There are only a few positions that work."

"Ok, my lovely slut, show me."

"Here, lie on your side, I'll lie on my side facing her. You come in from behind and put your cock at my pussy. Play with my tits."

"That's so damn erotic, you guys. I can't believe I'm actually going to see it."

"Well, you are, if my man's willing. Ok, Derek, slide it in, show her how it's done."

Abby lifted her upper leg, Derek slid, and Allison watched his cock snake through Abby's puffy lips and up into her cunt. Derek grimaced and pushed hard; Abby grimaced and pushed back, forcing him further in. Allison leaned forward, watching the two feel those ultimate feelings, losing themselves in a rush of lust. Allison's robe fell open, revealing two small breasts with rock-hard nipples.

Derek looked up in time to see Ali's exposure. "Nice tits, Ali. It's so great to see one girl's tits while I'm fucking another one."

Ali reacted in shock, blushing as she quickly closed her robe, but in some secret way she didn't mind that they had seen her. Derek worked in and out, in and out, building. Abby flushed and pushed back, reveling in carnal feelings expressed openly. 

"Can you see his cock, Ali? How it's all stiff and glistening? It feels wonderful."

Derek couldn't hold back any longer. He groaned and pumped, wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure, the best drug in the world. Staying inside Abby's pulsing pussy he pinched and stroked her clit until she stiffened and came, oblivious to everything except her own pleasure. He felt her convulsions on his half-flaccid cock. Finally the euphoria subsided; the lovers returned gradually to the real world.

"Wow! That was amazing, guys. I almost felt it along with you. Abby, I could see your pussy clenching, I saw your whole body shake and vibrate when you came. Now you've got me so hot, I'm going to go back and give John the ride of his life."

Abby lazily murmured, "Glad you approve. Maybe you can watch us again next weekend."

Allison left, clutching her robe in front. A few minutes later, the new couple heard noises from down the hall that meant only one thing. Each lover smiled at the other, pleased at what they had started. Abby pulled one of Derek's t-shirts over her lithe body, Derek put on some pants, and it was back to the real world. 

As the new couple were preparing a big breakfast, both being ravenous, a somewhat dazed-looking John appeared, followed by a sparkling Ali. The four of them sat around the kitchen table as if nothing unusual had happened, enjoying pancakes and coffee, exchanging subtle looks. 

After breakfast Derek asked his new lover what she meant about next weekend. He liked the sound of that. 

"I have some ideas, Derek. There's a special party next weekend off-campus, you could come up and go to it with me."

"Sounds interesting - but what do you mean by special?"

"Lets just say that you'll get to meet a lot of topless women, and maybe you'll even get lucky with a few. But I'll warn you, I might get lucky too. You'll find out the details when we're there."

"You really are the girl of my dreams. I've fantasized about parties like that for years. And I don't mind you getting lucky, really I don't, as long as I'm there. I get a kind of vicarious rush when you're experiencing sexual pleasure. But there's also some unfinished business I have with Carol. We were having fantastic oral sex, her husband and one of their neighbors were watching. We had to interrupt it for the party where I met you. I'd like to consummate that. It would be outdoors in their garden, maybe we can get the neighbor to watch again too. And you of course."

"Sounds fantastic. You really are the boy of my dreams. I'll get naked and tantalize you and Carol's husband what's-his-name while you're doing it, though. I think he likes my tits. Um, Derek, one more thing. You have roommates, right? As a housewarming gift, I'd like to get them all together and have a real gangbang. I'd be the bangee. Do you think they would go for that, are they open-minded?"

"For that, they'd be open-fly'd. I'm sure they would love it. I'll set it up. But I think John's occupied, so it will be just one guy - and me."

"Don't worry - I'll open his fly myself."

One more surprise - Abby lifted up her thin t-shirt, showing everything, and asked if his roommates would like the look of her body. 

"Abby, I love your tits and your ass, your pussy, and everything else, but somebody might come down to the kitchen any minute."

"Oh, you're right, this is dangerous. They might die of hotness."

More laughter, and the plan was settled.

5. The Week

That week both Derek and Abby studied a lot to free up time for the next weekend of what Abby called 'glorious debauchery'. They did Skype a few times, to get the video. Once Abby did it topless from her dorm room. Derek loved it. Then he noticed another presence in her room.

"Oh, that's Mark from down the hall. He likes to look at my awesome boobs, and I like to show him. Nothing serious, though."

"That is so hot. Ask him to come around and stand behind you. Hi, Mark, I'm Derek, Abby's new boyfriend. Put your hands on her shoulders."

Doing as Derek suggested, Mark remarked, "Hi. Abby's told me about you." But be warned, "You're one of a succession of her boyfriends. They get jealous of her habits, if you know what I mean."

"I know, but I'm not like those other guys. I love it. I like watching as much as fucking, almost. Now slide those hands down to my girlfriend's awesome boobs, and lift them up so I can see them. Good. Now squeeze, feel how soft and smooth and cool they are. Do it harder, they won't break. Now tweak her nipples."

"Wow, I've never even touched her before, and now her boyfriend is asking me to fondle her tits? Awesome."

Abby shivered, watching her new boyfriend direct Mark's tit-squeezing. After a few minutes he withdrew and Abby told Derek how erotic that was.

"That's nothing compared to what we're doing this weekend, nympho-girl. I'll borrow John's car to pick you up on Friday and meet my housemate, and get to know him - in the biblical sense. He's looking forward to it, but he can't quite believe it yet. Then Saturday we'll visit Carol and Ben. I talked to Ben, he invited us over for lunch and sex. Then I can take you back over the hill to your party. I can't wait, my whole life is new and exciting with you, so many experiences yet to..."

"Slow down, we'll get to everything eventually. I'm so happy that you tolerate my wanton predilections."

"More than tolerate. Maybe the best way to avoid sexual boredom is preventive medicine."

6. The Housewarming

As Derek was driving his promiscuous girlfriend back to his house on Friday afternoon, he told her "I've decided you're a nymphomaniac exhibitionist slut. Nymphomaniac because you like to get a lot of sex, exhibitionist because you like other people to watch you do it, and slut because you're not too particular about how many partners you have or who they are. You know nothing about my housemate, but he'll have his dick inside that puffy pussy of yours in a few hours. God, I'm stiff just thinking about it."

"Wait. I'm particular, at least a little bit. I know you wouldn't room with complete dorks. They can't be totally stupid if they got into graduate school. And I love it when you talk dirty like that, you can do that in front of your housemates too. And Derek, I've been thinking. I want to make a promise to you. I promise from now on I'll only fuck while you're watching."

"Wow, an Abby-level commitment to faithfulness. Ok, I'll commit to the same, then, like going steady with outside benefits. Now hike up that sexy little joke of a skirt. I think for you the best hemline is just below the navel. And I'm sorry I insulted you - you're really a nymphomaniac exhibitionist semi-slut."

Abby laughed and did as he wanted. Of course she was without panties, anticipating the exhibition and debauchery to come. For the rest of the drive Derek had one hand on the wheel and the other cupping her pussy, sliding a finger along her inner lips. As they reached his house she explained that she wasn't wearing much so that it would be easier for him to strip her in front of his housemates. Her short, tight skirt didn't have to ride up much to reveal everything, and her sheer tube top without a bra left her abdomen bare and showed just a hint of nipples. Her light jacket preserved a remnant of modesty.

"After dinner you can strip me and fondle me. Then you and your housemate can take sexual liberties with me."

Just the thought of it sent shivers down Derek's spine.

At the house Derek introduced his girlfriend to Dick. John was there too, with Allison. She had talked him into attending, letting him know how much she liked watching, as she had discovered the previous weekend. But they wouldn't participate in the evening's orgy. Over dinner Derek described Abby's academic field and how smart she was, but said nothing about sexuality. Dick knew about that already, from Derek's briefing. John and Allison had cooked up a delicious dinner, tasty but not too filling. Over an apple pie dessert Derek began describing his girlfriend in a more salacious way.

"This girl has a lovely figure, you can already see that, but she has beautiful boobs too. She showed them to me a few minutes after we met, last weekend. And she has big puffy pussy lips, very erotic. She likes to expose herself, and she's a great fucker." Abby began squirming in her seat. "Let's move to the living room so I can strip her naked for you and show you her awesome body."

Three guys and two girls got settled in the living room as Derek slipped Abby's jacket off. Then he started to slowly pull up her top. She protested unconvincingly, "Derek, if you keep going they'll see my tits. They're so sensitive."

Derek continued without answering. Abby hid her face in her hands, but everyone knew it was an act. As he slipped off her top, Derek commented, "I think everyone wants to see those boobs of yours. When you're here you have no right to modesty."

Bravely, Abby stood facing her audience. "Here, Abby," Derek commanded, "Lean over Dick's chair so he can fondle you."

Abby shivered as she padded over to him, folding her hands behind her back and dutifully leaning over. She glanced at the others. Her nipples were already stiff with her arousal.

"Wow!" Dick couldn't believe what was happening. He just stared slack-jawed for what seemed like a long time before he dared to lift his hands to sample Abby's willing body. He stroked her sides and her belly, but didn't dare touch her breasts. Derek took charge again, stepping behind his girlfriend and fondling her tits in front of Dick's face. She turned and kissed him on the neck, a sexual flush beginning to show on her torso.. Finally Dick reached up and cupped both breasts in his big hands.

"This is fuckin' great! You got super boobs, girl."

Abby replied, "We don't use that f-word here unless we mean it. It has a meaning, you know."

Derek responded, "Abby dear, I think it's time we showed Dick here what you mean. Take off that little skirt and show everybody where he'll fuck you."

"I'll be naked, you'll all see my pussy. And I'm already soaked."

Derek knew she was only saying that to tease everybody. She slipped off her little skirt and sat on the only remaining chair, a big armchair, demurely crossing her legs. A moment later she casually hooked one leg over an arm of the chair, then the other. On display, her spread legs forced her pussy open. She idly stroked it up and down with a finger while discussing the finer points of sexuality.

"You know, the bonobos are probably the apes closest to humans. They use sex in front of the whole troop in every combination - it helps to tie the troop together. Humans just made one small change. Most people prefer sex in private, so it helps to tie the couple together. It makes the family the basic unit, not the troop. I guess Derek and I are throwbacks to the old way."

"Ok, philosopher-wench", Derek added, "Now it's time for some serious foreplay. Dick, come on over and kiss my girl on the nether lips. I kissed her there before I ever kissed her upper lips."

Derek helpfully grabbed his girl's outer lips and pulled them apart, revealing her red gash and all the sensitive fleshy bits. Totally exposed, she shivered. Dick knelt in front of her, stared for a moment, and licked and sucked. He found her clit and sucked it up in between his teeth. Abby gasped and pulled his head further in. Derek could feel Dick's cheeks pushing against his knuckles. After a few minutes, when it looked as if Abby couldn't stand much more, Derek gently pushed his housemate back and invited him to use his hands. Hesitantly he stroked her inner lips with a finger, then slowly slid it inside. Derek didn't have to stretch her anymore - her lips and hood now retracted by themselves, exposing her clit. Dick gently flicked it with his tongue, looking hesitantly up at her. She gasped, breathing hard, her erect nipples pulsing, stretching her legs as far apart as they would go.




Derek Discovers Exhibitionists Ch. 02



Allison squeezed John's thigh. "See, John, isn't this awesome? You can almost feel their pleasure, just looking." John could only agree.

When Derek sensed that Abby was nearly there, he ended that session and announced that it was time for some serious fucking. It was time for Dick to get his cock out, but he was hesitant to do that right in their living room. So Derek brought the whole group back to his room, where they crowded around his big bed. John brought a chair along, and sat Allison on his lap. She ran her fingers through his hair while he closed one hand around a still-covered breast. Abby promptly jumped up on the bed and got on her back, legs up in a V invitation, her pussy still gaping. Derek stripped along with Dick so he wouldn't feel self-conscious, but he still couldn't believe Abby was really serious, or that Derek would allow it. They both had erections, though, swinging with every step. 

Derek called Dick over. "Here, Dick, kneel on the bed. Line yourself up with Abby's pussy."

Abby looked concerned as Dick hovered over her. "Wow, that's a huge piece of equipment, Dick! I can see your nickname fits."

Derek commented, "Actually I've wondered about that, Dick, since your real name is Kyle."

"Yeah, it started as a joke among the guys in high school gym, but the name stuck."

"Ok, it's really thick but I want to try it. Now pitch forward, slide that huge thing of yours into my nice puffy pussy." She looked up at Derek and oozed out the words, "I love fffucking..."

Dick pitched, Abby grabbed and slowly squeezed him inside. The dance of life began, slow strokes in and out. Dick's long cock went deeper each time. John squeezed Ali's breast, hard; she was breathing fast. For a long time Dick pumped rhythmically, Abby squirming underneath him. Derek played with her tits - he pointed out that it's more satisfying when a girl is really aroused. Abby bit her lower lip and grimaced as Dick's oversized member stretched and distorted her pussy. For a while he just worked it around without pushing further. Finally he grunted, pushed all the way in, held there and roared while his reflexes pumped into his housemate's girlfriend. She seemed almost unconscious, her eyes squeezed shut, her fists tight, her hips lifting off the bed. 

"Can you see it all, John? How his big cock stretches my pussy? It feels wonderful."

Ali couldn't help commenting, "God, that's beautiful, so intense, so sexy..." John had a hand cupping her soaked crotch now. They were past the point where they cared who knew it.

Derek had just watched another guy enjoy the ultimate intimacy with his girlfriend, but they weren't finished yet. She flipped over on top to rub her body along Dick's, sliding a stiff nipple into his mouth before he figured out what was going on.

"You like that, Dick, you like sucking on a girl's stiff nipple? A girl you just fucked? Here, help yourself to the other one." Abby wiggled a bit and thrust her other tit into Dick's mouth. He figured out how to chew and suck well enough, wetting Abby's tits directly and her crotch indirectly. 

"Derek, he fucked me and he's sucking my tits, it feels all tingly, I'm soaked, there's cum leaking out of my cunt."

"It's so beautiful, babe."

Still taking the initiative, Abby sat up on top of Dick and guided him inside again, gently stroking his cock on the way in. He gasped and groaned as she worked her way up and down. "Look, everybody, he's inside me again, my second fuck tonight."

Derek brought Ali and John to the foot of the bed as Abby leaned forward with her outstretched arms pinning Dick down at his shoulders, still penetrated, and spread her legs to let everyone see Dick disappear into her cunt, more easily this time. She pulled out until his helmet was just visible; he whimpered, but groaned again as she s l o w l y sunk down on him again. She pulled all the way out, waved his cock around with her hand, then pushed it in again. "You like to watch me fuck, don't you, Derek?"

"I love it, babe, and the way your whole torso blushes and your tits pulsate turns me on too."

After the inevitable climax Derek had his way with his spunk-saturated girlfriend, now smooth and slick. She showed everyone another open position, sitting up on Derek's cock facing away from him, legs spread. He pumped for a long time before he exploded inside her, a puddle of goo soaking the bed. Finally the guests left and the two swingers fell into an exhausted sleep.

7. More Public Sex

The next day they slept late, then made their way over to Ben and Carol's. Abby commented that the night before she was the one who got sex while he watched, but today it would be the other way around.

Ben welcomed them, wearing a t-shirt and his long surfer shorts; Carol was already pretty well exposed, in a bright red bikini with a bottom that she had rolled down over her hips until the top of her pubic hair was just peeking out. Ben took them out back so that they could get started right away - Carol had been itching for Derek's favors all morning.

Out in the back garden Carol asked Abby if she was ok with Derek stripping her and playing sex games. Abby of course said it would be awesome, they should go for it, don't hold back. Derek thought again what a wonder she was. Ben settled into a lounge chair but Abby surprised him by plopping onto his lap, stretching her body along his, her barely covered boobs hovering near his face.

Ben's wife sat on the bench where she and Derek had started the week before. Now knowing how she would react, Derek put an arm around her and took a nice handful of her thick boob through her thin top. They were interrupted by their neighbor's greeting.

"Go ahead," he called out, "I have a surprise for you." Proudly he wheeled his wife out on a wheelchair; she waved and blew Carol a kiss. The poor woman had been bedridden for weeks, but was now nearly recovered.

"I told her about you", the neighbor confessed. "She wants to see for herself."

So now Derek and Carol had a bigger audience. Confidently Derek pulled Carol's tiny bra aside, revealing those well-proportioned boobs with their big nipples that he had first seen on the beach the week before. He worked on them, stroking and then kissing her neck, shoulders, and finally boobs. Even though she was expecting it, Carol jumped when it happened. He pulled her boobs out by the nipples until the flesh stretched and strained, while Carol rolled her head back. It seemed too intimate for Derek to kiss her mouth.

Ready for the next stage, Carol fished out Derek's already-stiff cock. Then she interrupted to stand and remove her bikini. Naked in front of five people she raised her arms above her head, turned in a circle and jiggled her boobs at everyone. She reclined on the yoga mat that Ben had already rolled out for her, and pulled Derek down in front of her. 

"Stroke my body, Derek, long strokes everywhere." Derek complied, relishing the ease of her nakedness and the anticipation rippling through her taut body. He cupped her pussy as she again squeezed his cock. He sucked as much of her pussy as he could into his mouth, licking the warm soft flesh inside her. Derek confirmed that she was an experienced cock-sucker. 

On their lounge chair, Abby squirmed out of her clothes and lifted one of Ben's hands to her right breast. He gently squeezed, then savored the naked breast that he had seen the weekend before. She looked over at Derek, but he was too consumed with Carol to notice what was going on as they intimately teased each other in the 69 position. Abby and Ben fingered each other's genitals, but didn't go further. They were too busy watching the Derek-and-Carol show.

Breathless, Carol looked up at Ben to see him openly caressing the naked Abby. "Ben, honey, I'm so turned on, he's doing things to me that make me want to scream. Could we make an exception just this once and let him screw me? I know I'll climax, and you love to see that, so please? I don't know what's wrong with me, but - right now I crave a cock that isn't yours."

Ben looked down at the naked couple and couldn't help but acquiesce. He loved Carol so much that he couldn't deny her this pleasure. She stood up and lowered herself slowly onto Derek's cock as he looked not at her, but at Abby being felt up a few feet away. Both Derek and Carol were already so aroused that they came quickly. Applause sounded from the neighbor's balcony as the lovers pounded every last bit of pleasure out of their coupling. 

8. The Topless Party

That evening, on the way over to the party that Abby had been invited to, she told him about the group that he would meet there. 

"They're a pretty wild bunch. They have these parties off-campus because they wouldn't be allowed on campus. Tonight it's a topless party - no one is allowed any clothing above the waist. For the guys it isn't a big deal, but for the women it is. So you'll see lots of boobs. I know you saw lots of boobs on the free beach last weekend, but here they'll be exposing themselves because it's sexy, not because it's a beach. And they'll be close up, you can touch, I'll enjoy watching you do it. You don't mind, do you?"

Laughing, Derek assured his girlfriend that he would tolerate it somehow. Abby warned him that not all of the girls would be goddesses; some would be flat-chested, some overweight. 

"Well, none of them can be as awesome as you, with your perfect body."

"Well, I'm glad you appreciate my perfect body, but other guys will be appreciating it too. You'll get to watch, though, since we promised. There's more, but you'll find out about that when we get there."

Derek drove as fast as he dared. Abby directed him from the freeway onto the side streets of her college town and finally to a large, modern house hidden behind tall bushes. The driveway was already full of cars, so they parked down the street. 

"When we go in there's a little side room where we leave half of our clothes, then we'll join the party in the main room." 

In the changing room they met Barry, one of the residents of the house, who explained the ground rules for the party. "You can pretty much do whatever you want. The doors to our bedrooms are locked, though, to keep our stuff secure, so anything you do has to be in the main room. There are two bathrooms down the hall, the doors don't lock. Don't use them for fun, there are a lot of people here per bathroom. There's some wine and beer and chips on the counter, help yourself. Oh, and if there's any intercourse it has to be out on the back porch. We don't want to gross anybody out."

Those rules sounded fine. Abby stood in front of Barry, almost touching, to strip off her top. He couldn't resist leaning down and kissing her exposed tits before they went out, leaving her nipples erect and glistening. Derek told her how erotic they looked that way.

Even though he knew what to expect, it was still a bit of a shock for Derek to see so many half-naked women in one room, more than a dozen of them. Abby whispered in his ear, "Awesome, isn't it? In a little while I'll introduce you to some of the 'easy' girls, and maybe we can talk one or two into joining us out on the porch."

Derek kept that promise in mind, as a guy walked up to Abby and asked her to dance. It was a fast song, not much body contact, but Derek enjoyed how Abby's tits bounced as she danced. He was sure that she was shaking her body in just the right way to maximize the bounce. He spotted a short girl with impossibly large boobs wearing just a very short skirt, standing on the side nursing a beer, and walked over. She looked up at him and said, "My boyfriend is dancing with the girl you came in with, so..."

"Say no more. Let's do it."

So Derek and his buxom new acquaintance started dancing. "I'm Louise, this is my first time at one of these parties. Awesome, isn't it?"

Derek introduced himself somewhat distractedly, watching Louise's boobs swing and shudder as she bounced and dipped. He admitted that it was his first time too, but his date had been at these parties before. The music changed to a slow number. The two dancers looked at each other, Louise offered her hand, and they embraced for a more intimate dance. 

"I'm a bit self-conscious about my boobs, Derek. They're so big and they wobble a lot, I hope you don't mind. I feel kind of strange exposing them like this, but it's exciting too."

"I think they're wonderful. They feel great pressed up against my chest. There's something magic about skin-to-skin contact."

Just then Abby danced by with still another partner, a tall slim guy who had one hand on her ass and the other cupping one of her boobs. "Look, Derek, this is how it's done here," she called out. "Don't be shy." 

Derek looked at Louise. With an expectant look on her face she leaned back to give him access, so he slipped one hand under her skirt to her cool round ass, and planted the other firmly on one of her boobs, failing to get the whole thing into his grasp but enjoying the attempt.

"That feels so good, Derek. Slide your hand over my nipple, it's super-sensitive."

Derek complied, enjoying the smooth softness of ass in one hand and boob in the other. "Now I know why my girlfriend said this would be such an awesome party. I get to snuggle into these marvelous boobs of yours, and we just met. It's kind of strange, but I could get used to it."

"You really like my boobs? I find them awkward sometimes, they bounce around on their own out of control. And a lot of guys just stare, like I'm some kind of freak."

"I think they're a great asset. You can do a lot with boobs like that." Derek punctuated his reply with a pinch on Louise's nipple, grazing it with his fingers. It stiffened in his hand.

"Ogod, that feels so good, all tingly. What do mean by 'do a lot'?"

"Well, you can squeeze them together, like this. Now imagine a guy's cock sliding between them, the pressure of all that soft flesh exciting him, the tip coming out near your mouth..."

"Wow. I bet you'd like that."

"How'd you guess? Um, you can also swing your shoulders from side to side at just the right speed, so they fly left and right. Give it a try."

"Oh, resonance, I get it. I'm actually an engineering student."

Louise started shaking with enthusiasm, her assets flying side to side. No longer dancing, Derek and Louise were engaged in erotic boob engineering. 

"You don't have to shake your shoulders so much. Once you get the right resonance, they'll fly with just the slightest nudges."

"Wow, this is cool. Do you like to watch them like this? Looks like you do."

"Louise, there's more. Lift up your boobs and stand right up against me. Your boobs will stand up, braced against my chest, almost in your face. And I can work on your nipples with my lips right from there." 

Derek demonstrated as Louise pulled herself even closer with her arms around him. Her nipples got stiffer, her face began to flush, and her hips started a nearly unconscious undulation forward and back.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Wow, it's awesome what you can do to me. I feel I'm almost out of control, eee, keep kissing them."

"Well, before you lose control completely I want to show you one more thing."

Derek pushed his well-endowed partner back a bit and formed his thumbs and forefingers into a circle. He closed the circle around the base of one of Louise's huge boobs, forcing the flesh out away from her body. She looked down, fascinated by her boob hanging like a separate appendage. Derek moved his confining circle just slightly, causing Louise to gasp as her boob swung and swayed. He tightened his grip.

"Ow, that hurts!"

"Wait, you'll see what I'm up to in a few seconds. The hurt will subside, and we'll see a whole new miracle."

Indeed, Louise's boob transformed itself. It swelled even larger as arterial blood could enter but low-pressure venous blood could not return. The trapped blood turned her whole breast pink, then nearly purple, the size of a grapefruit hanging there. The thin skin of her nipple and its halo puffed up even more. Derek kissed that distended nipple, causing Louise to grimace and nearly cry out.

"Oh god, Derek, look what you're doing. I've never felt anything like it. My nipple is huge and super-sensitive, I think there must be a direct nerve from my nipples to my pussy. I'm soaked. Now, please, do that to the other one."

Just as Derek was getting started with his now-willing partner, Louise's boyfriend and Abby walked up. Louise looked up, startled, and stammered, "Um, Derek, this is my boyfriend Stan. No, don't shake hands, keep squeezing, it's..."

Abby, fascinated, interrupted, "Hi, I'm Abby, Derek's my boyfriend. Stan saw some awesome things happening over here, and we had to come and look. How did you know all those things about big boobs?"

"Well, I guess it's confession time. I had a willing girlfriend a few years ago who was built a lot like Louise here. We experimented with all kinds of boob play, even jewelry hanging from wires twisted around her nipples. We did this squeezed-boob trick with ropes, so both boobs had that swelled-up super-erotic look. She looked totally awesome that way. I wanted her to show off to other people, but she balked and eventually we broke up. It's my exhibitionist penchant for showing off my girlfriends, I suppose."

"That's where we're so compatible", Abby replied. "I've lost boyfriends on the other side of the same issue. Oh - and now I think I understand about that soft rope that Melissa lent me last week..."

As Stan marveled at Louise's new way of exploiting her assets, trying the encircling trick himself, Abby pulled Derek away. "I want to introduce you to some of the girls I mentioned on the way over here, the 'easy' ones. Boobs are great, but they're only the opening act as far as I'm concerned."

Abby brought Derek over to meet Charlene, a striking blonde - tall and slim with a perfect figure, flashing blue eyes, pixy-like short hair, gracefully formed boobs with long nipples already stiffening. They seemed to float in front of her. She was nearly naked, just a gossamer white skirt no longer than her hand was wide, slung low across her hips and nearly obscuring her pussy when she stood still, which wasn't often. From the back her ass crack was visible both above and below the skirt. She moved gracefully because for her that was the only possible way to move. Abby told her that this was the guy she had told her about, he's a great fucker. She asked Charlene if she would mind showing them the erotic dance that they had talked about. Charlene said she'd love to. As Derek and Abby watched, the tall lithe figure stretched her arms above her head, her hips swinging, bringing a blond bush of pubic hair into plain view every time she flipped her hips forward. A small crowd began to form a circle around them. 

"Abby, this is more like a seduction than a dance. She's an erotic dream made real. Every time she swings those hips I can imagine what she would do to my cock. Look, I'm erect already."

"You've been erect for half this party already, buster. You don't think I've noticed? And she's thinking the same thing. She's showing you what a good fucker she is. And her pussy is soaked. Have you noticed she's staring at you?"

He noticed. Charlene's blond bush turned darker and more compact as she danced, prancing over to Derek and taking her boobs in her hands to graze his bare chest with her nipples. Derek didn't notice her glance at Abby as she initiated the contact. He didn't dare touch her with so many people watching. She stood back again, her hips undulating as though of their own accord, arms over her head again and shoulders pulled back to display her nakedness. Her boobs weren't thick, but they hung suspended in front of her without any obvious support, their domed pink aureoles covering the entire front of each one. Finally she turned and bowed to the crowd to some applause, her dance over.




Derek Discovers Exhibitionists Ch. 02



"Wow, that was some display, Charlene. Abby's already told me a bit about you. It looks like she wasn't exaggerating."

"What did she tell you, that I'm easy? I guess it's true, and I'm a hopeless exhibitionist too in this little skirt. Did you get a good view of my penis pouch while I was dancing?"

"Penis pouch? It looked to me like you were very nearly naked."

"Think about it, silly. Every girl here has a nice penis pouch tucked up between her legs, just the right size and shape and texture to accommodate a guy's penis. That's all it's for."

"Ok, Charlene, clever name, but it has some other functions. What about babies? They come through there too."

"Well, they do, but that's not what it's for. The baby thing would be easier if the cervix was right up against a girl's front lips, right?"

"Well, I guess you're right, but what about pee?"

"That's right at the front of the penis pouch. You don't need the whole thing for that either."

"Ok, I see you've got it all figured out. And Charlene, you've been flaunting the entrance to your own penis pouch all evening - I think you might want to try it out on the porch with me and Abby."

"That's pretty direct and assuming there, Derek."

"I know, but you look like you're a pretty direct girl. Abby said you..."

"So Abby's trying to set us up", Charlene interrupted. "I'm still amazed at that girl. She actually wants other girls to fuck her boyfriend?"

"Well, yeah, that's one thing I love about her. But she seems to be pretty good at picking up sex partners for herself on her own. We promised to only do it when the other one could watch, though."

"Oh, I see, you're 'faithful'", Charlene replied. Look, here she comes now, and look at the guy she's towing along."

Indeed, Abby appeared pulling the arm of a big bear of a guy, hairy chest, no neck, half-erect cock tip hanging out of his shorts. She invited her boyfriend and his new acquaintance, "Are you two going to join us out on the porch, or do I have to drag Derek there too?"

Charlene answered quietly, "I - I think I'd like to come along, if Derek wants to."

"See, I told you she was easy", Abby teased. Charlene turned away, head down, and nearly blushed, but she took Derek's hand and came along. At the door to the porch they ditched their bits of remaining clothing and stepped naked onto the dimly lit floor, with a few couples already coupling at the corners, far away from the door to the main party. Abby sat her group down right next to the door, where there was still good light, and said that she wanted to try something new and erotic, while her new guy took her. His cock was as huge as the rest of him.

"Derek, this big guy is going to fuck me. We've already been teasing each other, and now it's time for the penetration. Here, lie down on your back, here's a big pillow to prop your head up. I'm going to stare at you, and I want you to look me in the eye while he takes me."

Abby got down on her hands and knees, her swaying boobs grazing her boyfriend's chest, her knees straddling him. Looking back, she invited her new consort to enter her from the rear. He knelt down, anxious to fuck this beautiful and willing creature, but first he teased her by fingering her pussy, already oozing her natural lubricants. Charlene sat beside them tousling Derek's hair with one hand, her boobs suspended nearly in his face. Her other hand found his stiff penis, gently stroking it. He reached over to slide his fingertips along her smooth thigh and into her warm penis pouch. Most of his attention, though, was diverted by Abby's face suspended just inches from his, illuminated by the light streaming through the porch door. 

"Derek, look me in the eye. This big guy is about to violate me, he's already got me on edge fingering my pussy, I'm soaked. Here it comes, I can feel the tip of his cock on my labia. It's really huge. It's going to be really tight, and hard. He's fucking me, Derek, fucking your girlfriend."

Abby grimaced while Derek stared at her face, fascinated. Her lover of the moment pushed hard, a little further in with each stroke, while Abby lurched, pushed back, squirmed. She tried to look Derek in the bye, but she squeezed her eyes shut when that penis pushed all the way in, then panted, "Derek, he got the whole thing inside me, he's huge, my pussy is screaming but it feels so good. Kiss me."

Derek's emotions were screaming too, witnessing every nuance of his girlfriend's emotions written on her face inches from his. Finally he glanced at Charlene, who was lost in an erotic haze of her own, then leaned forward and sucked Abby's lips into his. He could feel the undulations as she was fucked from behind, a rhythm of penetration and withdrawal, penetration and withdrawal. She pulled back from the kiss as Derek witnessed her panting, moaning, pushing, crying out. It seemed to him that a lifetime of emotions was compressed into a few minutes of intense carnal engagement, Derek on one end reading everything from her face, her stranger pounding her mercilessly on the other. Charlene's attentions upped the carnal tension, but his attention was on Abby's face, for this moment the most erotic part of her body.

Abby's lover slapped her ass, hard. Her jaw dropped open, her eyes opened wide, her breathing became ragged and desperate as he pumped his load into her with a roar. Her whole body vibrated as her face turned pink, then nearly purple. Derek was drawn hypnotically into her surging emotions, overwhelmed by an intimacy of communication rather than touch. She collapsed on his chest. Her lover withdrew and wandered off while Charlene, the forgotten third party, marveled at what had just happened. "Abby, you're a genius. That was so intense - I could see your face, and Derek reacting to it, telling him everything about your, um, debauchery."

Poor Derek was as emotionally drained as Abby, but Charlene was impatient. She gently eased Abby from his chest to straddle him herself, easing his very stiff penis into her waiting penis pouch. Gently at first, then with increasing urgency, she worked him in and out with her own rhythm. "Look down at my crotch, Derek, watch that lovely penis of yours doing what it's meant to do. You feel so good inside me."

Now it was Abby's turn to watch while Derek and his new friend danced the dance of life. She moved so close to the point of carnal contact that she could see every pubic hair on both of them, separating and merging, separating and merging. The smell of sex was subtly different for each phase. She tweaked Derek's nipples without losing concentration on his engagement with Charlene's pussy pouch.

Derek had been so aroused by his girlfriend's performance that he didn't need much to push him over the edge. He ejaculated for a long time into Charlene's willing pouch, stroke after stroke, while Charlene brushed the tips of her tits on his lips. Wanting to extend this moment inside her he pushed up until finally his limp cock slipped out. Charlene kissed him gratefully, telling him that Abby had been right, he was a great lover. But Derek thought that Abby's first act had set them both so on edge that they couldn't avoid having their coupling feel exceptionally wonderful.

Slipping back into the real world, the three became aware of a somewhat drunk Louise lying on her back next to them, panting with a man on top of her. It wasn't Stan. She looked over and blurted, "I heard what you were saying, uh, this guy has his penis up my, whaddayacallit, pecker pocket. Look, he likes my big boobies."

Watching Louise seemed anticlimactic after the carnality they had just experienced. The evening's lust was over. The three lovers made their way to one of the bathrooms and cleaned each other up, but they were exhausted, so they went back to the porch, found a blanket somewhere, and snuggled naked together. As the narcotic of sleep overcame him Derek mused that this was the best possible sleeping arrangement. He didn't know that his two lovers, one on each side, were thinking the same.

9. The Next Day

As the morning light awoke the three naked sleepers, Abby whispered something to Charlene. She stretched, giggled, and whispered back. Always the one in charge, Abby told Derek, "We're your sex slaves this morning. We'll lift our legs up to our shoulders, like this, side by side, and you fuck us alternately however you like. Dual penis pouches."

That suited Derek fine. He gazed at the two raw, open pouches, waiting for him to enter. The girls looked at him expectantly. He explored the two pouches at the same time with his fingers, feeling Charlene's tight muscles and Abby's warmer, more inviting pussy. Once he got both of them gasping and squirming he mounted one, then the other, comparing the subtle differences in their textures, their shapes, the way they reacted. Charlene's boobs bounced more, but Abby's pelvic skills were in the end more arousing. He exploded into one, then somehow found the energy to explode into the other. 

They went and cleaned each other up again, running into Barry on their way back. He said that they hadn't planned on an overnight shift, but looking at them sleeping he didn't have the heart to disturb them. He invited them for a simple breakfast of juice and cereal, but only after they put their clothes back on. Charlene's clothes, though, consisted of a see-through top and a white skirt nearly as short as the underskirt she had worn for the party. She was a full-time exhibitionist. Derek and Abby made sure to get Charlene's phone number and email for possible wild parties in the future. At the table they discovered Barry's real motivation for extending the party - a half-naked girl appeared, a slim thing with black-framed glasses and frizzy dark hair. She said the technical name for the female genital area should be dick dock.

Abby had to visit a special exhibit at a museum in the city for one of her classes, so she and Derek made their way there for the day. Since it was a fine sunny morning they stopped first at a coffee shop that had tables out on the sidewalk. Over coffee and fresh beignets they talked excitedly about their lives, their futures, their expectations and desires. Derek pointed out that it was their one-week anniversary, but it felt like he could hardly remember not having Abby in his life. She felt the same. Both of them enjoyed each other as people, away from the sexual intensity of most of their interactions. Something new was developing, something that can't be measured by sexual intimacy or erotic excitement. After the museum they shared a celebratory dinner at a busy Chinese restaurant that Abby knew about. She invited her boyfriend to stay the night with her at her dorm instead of going all the way back to his house on the coast. It wasn't technically allowed, but the regulation seemed quaint and was no longer enforced. 

Abby's room was tiny but at least it was a single. She showed him her books, computer and desk, but Derek was more interested in her clothes closet. Ignoring mild and ineffectual protests he began pulling out garments. One hanger held a red bra-and-panty set topped with fringe that would float around in front of her otherwise bare nipples, and a tiny open-crotch g-string, also decorated with fringe that hid nothing. 

"I'd like to see you in this sometime, wench. It's even better than being naked because you're intentionally displaying yourself, calling attention to your naughty bits."

"Sometime I'll take you to a club where I'd be overdressed in that."

"I can't wait. But right now I'm distracted..."

After Derek locked the door, Abby asked him if he wanted to see her tits. He did, of course. She started unbuttoning her conservative but stylish dress, suitable for a museum visit. She had nothing on underneath. It buttoned all the way down the front including the full knee-length skirt. When she got down to her navel she slowly pulled the button panels apart, exposing those perfect round breasts, halos puffing out from their contours, and already-stiff nipples. Derek pinched them; Abby squealed.

"Stop that - I think there's a direct nerve from my tits to my penis pouch."

"That's why I'm pinching!"

She continued stripping, revealing her already-damp pussy, then her ass. She stood naked, trembling as Derek inspected her perfect body. 

"Sometimes I'm not sure I can hold on to you, Abigail Hodder. You're out of my league, gorgeous, brilliant, vivacious..."

"That's one of my problems. I'm out of everybody's league, or at least most guys think so. It's only the conceited jerks who ignore that and hit on me anyway. You're different. I think I've found my soul mate - you share my darker desires, luckily we discovered that the night we met, but you're a nice guy and a great lover too. Just being around you is almost intoxicating. It doesn't matter what we do, I enjoy it if I'm with you. It's been sort of a reverse courtship, starting with the consummation and working back to the first kiss."

"Well then let's do it. Kiss me."

A fully clothed Derek swept his naked lover into his arms. Planting both hands on her soft round ass he kissed her and she kissed back, a long tongue-searching exploration. When they came up for breath Abby was flushed and Derek had to adjust his erection. 

"Strip for me, Derek. Let's make love."

"You mean you want to fuck, you wanton wench?"

"I want more than that. I think I want to make love."

Abby reclined on her single-size bed while Derek casually stripped. Kneeling beside her he began running his fingers lightly across her back, her legs, her ass while she murmured her contentment. He slipped in beside her and the two savored the effortless intimacy of two people who trust one another, not only sexual, something more.

"Abby, I want to make love to you without an audience. Is that ok?"

"Do anything you want, anything, I'm in your hands."

Derek kissed his fantastic find everywhere, taking half an hour to do it, marveling at his luck. He kissed her earlobes, the little depression behind her collarbone, everywhere. When he finally entered her it was almost an afterthought, a small part of an enormously satisfying relationship. The feelings built slowly, not the frantic fucking of the past week but something slower, gentler, more intimate and ultimately more satisfying. After an extended visit to paradise Derek stiffened and ejaculated while Abby held him tightly and pushed her hips forward for a long time. When they were finished, Derek looked down tenderly at his lover. She had tears in her eyes.

"What is it, my love? Did I do something wrong? Was private sex disappointing for you?"

"No, just the reverse, I never suspected it could be so wonderful. I didn't climax, but I came in so many ways that I can't express. I think all my insistence on public sex has actually been a defense against the experience we just shared. An intimacy with more dimensions than any possible sex, more than I had dreamed. I've fucked a lot, but I was a virgin for real intimacy until now. I love you, Derek."

That night Derek and Abby shared her small bed and all the intimacies that two lovers can share. Holding each other, expressing a developing love, penetrating in private without an audience, lost in each other. Nothing was said, but by the next morning they knew they would be together for life.

Derek and Abby still engage in edgy sex with an audience at parties, with others while the partner looks on, at quasi-legal clubs where every perversion can be experienced. It's something they share as part of a complex, satisfying, permanent relationship.



Derek Discovers Exhibitionists



"Ooo! Let's get some dinner first." Carol got out some burgers while Ben fired up the backyard grill for a quick meal. Carol's towel got twisted all around, so she wound up retying it just below those tits that kept jiggling her towel loose. Ben and Derek didn't mind. Her nipples stayed stiff through the whole meal.

Ben was excited too. "Carol, those are the same tits I always see, but they're more exciting when another guy is ogling them too. You know how sexy you are." She knew.

After dinner they checked their messages again, finding a reply from Abby. Guardedly she wrote that Derek looked 'interesting'; he would do as a partner for the orgy on Ben and Carol's recommendation. Abby's word choice stunned Derek all over again, his wildest fantasies playing out at lightning speed. Tonight he would squeeze and fondle and strip and fuck this lovely creature whom he hadn't even shaken hands with yet. It still all seemed unreal.

Ben missed his after-dinner fuck because they were nearly due at Mike's house. Dress for the men was simple - Ben told Derek to loose the underpants and wear just his shorts and t-shirt. Carol took a bit longer to get ready, finally choosing her tight strapless mesh bra that would let her nipples peek out through the black fabric, and a pair of black see-through bikini panties that rode low on her hips, revealing a trace of pubic hair above the hem. Of course Derek was invited into her bedroom for the changing. He still wasn't used to all this nudity, but he liked it. A lot. She applied some lipstick to look 'more slutty'. Ben smeared some of it on her nipples and areolas, saying that he wanted to know by the lipstick on their faces what guys were helping themselves to his wife's tits. When she put on her bra Ben pulled her nipples out through the mesh, drawing attention to them by making them more prominent than they would be if she were simply topless. The bra clipped in front, for the convenience of whoever wound up taking it off.

Carol cried, "Look, you're guilty," laughing and pointing at Ben's hands. He had already incriminated himself with his red-tinted fingertips. She put on a breezy sundress over her lingerie, explaining to Derek that at the start of the party everyone looks more-or-less respectable. 

On the short trip to Mike and Charlene's house Derek noticed that, clothed, Carol wasn't particularly attractive - she looked nice enough, but wasn't the sort of woman that men turn around on the street to ogle. Perhaps that's why she distracted people with her body. 

3. The Party

The party would be a small one, only eight couples including Derek and Abby. Derek was on pins and needles walking up to the house, his mind reeling with sex-and-strangers-and-boobs-and-cunts-and-fucking-and-Abby. They walked around the house to the back garden where the guests were gathering, enjoying the warm summer evening with some light drinks and snacks. Melissa, her husband Karl, and her sister Abby weren't there yet. 

Derek was introduced to Keith, a balding slightly overweight guy with a warm smile and a ready handshake. His wife Jenny was a tall fortyish blonde, with full lips, wide hips and truly enormous boobs jiggling dangerously. Her costume for the night was hidden under a form-fitting, full-length red velvet dress with a front zipper from hem to neck, already unzipped nearly to her crotch. The dress seemed too elegant for this summer evening. It hugged her curves so closely that Derek couldn't imagine what she had underneath it. Apparently she didn't believe in shaking hands, giving Derek a big full California hug, her boobs mashing into his chest, and wiggling from side to side to show him how soft and pliant they were. 

"There," she told Derek, "that ought to hold you until the party really gets started. You'll probably wind up slapping my boobs around, everybody does it, and I love it. Does this kind of talk shock you? I hope so! But here, let's introduce you to our hosts."

Mike had just sauntered in from the kitchen, a big amicable bear of a guy followed by the night's hostess Charlene, an elegant woman of average height with a classic face, high cheekbones, long dark hair swept up to expose a long white neck and a perfectly proportioned body. A choker of pearls complemented the classic strapless black dress, ending just below her crotch. The thin material seemed to float as she moved while it pushed her breasts up and together to create a tantalizing dŽcolletage. Shaking Derek's hand and nodding to Ben and Carol, she quickly turned to attend to other things.

"Charlene's just a bit nervous," Jenny explained to the slightly dazed boy, "because the hostess at these parties usually does something outrageous to get things started. It breaks the ice and lets everyone else do outrageous things without feeling self-conscious. There are only a few rules. Nothing starts until everybody is here. Everything happens in the living room; no sneaking off, because the people in this little group like to watch as much as they like to do. It's just a little perversion we share. And Carol only gets fucked by her husband, they're founders of the group and are kind of grandfathered. Everyone else is fair game. Most of the women have appetites and desires off the charts. A couple of them play around mostly because their men want them to. I don't know about your date, though."

Just then his date arrived, escorted by Melissa and Karl. Ben rushed over to introduce them to Derek, exchanging names and handshakes all around except that Ben embraced Melissa a little longer than is customary. The hug for people not sexually intimate is a lean-over with torsos touching but lower bodies separated; Ben and Melissa were in contact all the way down, kissing each other's necks.

Derek's attention, in the meantime, centered on Abby. The two looked at each other uneasily while the introductions were going around, each anticipating what the other would be like. Finally Abby initiated a somewhat strained conversation. 

"Hi, I hope I'm not imposing, getting introduced at a party like this one. Kind of weird, isn't it, starting with the home run and working back to the single? I liked your Facebook page, but I wouldn't want competition from those babes in that photo."

"Hi. They're actually just research assistants in our lab, we study perception, what happens in your brain when you recognize things and interpret the world. They're cute, but I hardly know them. Um, you look different than your photo."

"Oh, it's probably my new glasses." Abby wore black wire-rim frames with squarish lenses that complemented her black hair and arresting blue eyes. She was shorter than she seemed in her picture.

"Well, I think they're nice, they give you a serious kind of look. And your hair is shorter than in your picture."

"Yeah, I've been doing some swimming this summer. I raced in high school, but now I don't have the time. It keeps me in shape, though. And you'll never guess what stroke I specialize in - it's the breast stroke," she giggled.

Derek could see what she meant. Her short white jumper displayed a pair of beautifully toned thighs along with medium breasts and a well-proportioned, graceful body. Dangling, tinkling earrings added to her look of sophistication. 

She wasn't shy, at least not here. "Isn't this a deliciously erotic situation, Derek? Look at the people here. Soon we'll be seeing their bodies on display, and we'll get to watch them kiss and fondle and even fuck. And we'll do it too, won't we?" She moved up in front of Derek and nudged him with her shoulder.

"It's amazing, you're amazing. I already know you're super-smart and gorgeous. I can't believe my fuck, um, luck."

Abby laughed, breaking the tension. Sitting down on the lawn, they got acquainted. She was impressed with her date's lab work, and she liked his fitness and energy that came from his biking everywhere. Derek decided to push his date to see how far she would go. 

"Abby, we're about to do some serious things, things that proper people don't normally do on a first date, and a blind date at that. And doing it in front of other people is something that most people never do. When we go inside and you take off that cute dress, I suspect everybody will see a very revealing outfit. What's underneath your dress? And are you an exhibitionist, or are you just doing what's expected at this gathering?

"Oo, you want to strip me with your mind before I strip in reality. That's so erotic." For Abby everything was erotic. "I was visiting my sister when this opportunity came up, so I didn't have anything with me. She has a lot of naughty stuff. We found a bra that ties in the back and around the neck, so I could adjust it to my size -she's bigger than me. And her boobs are bigger too. I wish I had boobs like hers, but this bra is so minimal that I could wear it anyway. On her it just covers the ends of her boobs but on me it covers nearly the whole thing. It's made of thin piping - here, take a look."

Abby lowered her head so that Derek could see the yellow ties behind her neck, her earrings glinting and jingling. "And here's the nasty part. The bra cups aren't cups at all. There's just a triangle of piping that frames each of my boobs, then another triangle inside that, completely open at the center. My nipples poke right through it, you can see everything. We tied it tight so that the flesh would puff out a bit. I thought it might be too daring, everybody here will see my tits, but Melissa said it was perfect."

"That sounds so sexy, Abby. I can't wait to see it. Or, wait, actually I can't wait to see what's in it."

"Oo, you keep saying what I hope you'll say. I shouldn't do this; I'm a hopeless flirt, but - come on over here under the light." Mike and Charlene had outdoor lights distributed around their garden. "Hold me by the waist, come real close."

Derek liked the smell of this girl. As they stood under the light, Abby leaned forward slightly and pulled the top of her dress away from her torso with one hand. Derek looked down her dress to see the promised open bra, and a perfect nipple extending out from Abby's breast, glowing in the light shining through her sheer white fabric, bigger than he had expected and already stiff and swollen with excitement. She used both hands to pull further while he leaned in closer to see both breasts, riding high on her chest; he was aching to touch them, to feel the contrast between the soft flesh and the hard nipple, and he told her so.

"Abby, this is amazing. At every other party I've ever been to I'd just get a slap and a harsh word if I tried to say these things and look down a girl's dress like I'm doing now. But you're letting me. You're practically demanding that I look. They're - you're - beautiful. Your nipples are amazing. I'm going to fondle them tonight 'til you're gasping with pleasure."

Releasing her dress the little exhibitionist replied, "Actually you didn't see anything that you couldn't see better on the free beach today, but here it's up close, it's for erotic impact. We're not supposed to do it before the party starts, so there's a little thrill of the forbidden, at least for me. And I wish I had bigger boobs. Look at that woman over there in the red dress, they're huge, and look how they wobble and jiggle when she walks. God, they're so sexy. If I had boobs like that I could attract any man I want, I'd go crazy and...

"Wait, Abby," Derek interrupted, "I think your boobs are perfect. It's really all about proportion. You have a slim lithe body so you should have slim lithe boobs. You'd look ridiculous if yours were the size of Jenny's. I think people are hung up on size. And I love the way your pink areolas puff out from the contours of your flesh."

"Wow, you really do appreciate me. I have a hard time holding onto boyfriends because they get all jealous when I expose myself too blatantly, and they can't understand why I want to fuck with other people around, if we get that far, which hardly ever happens. I just can't resist the thrill of people watching a big cock disappear into my pussy."

"So Abby, little exhibitionist of my dreams, what are you wearing for panties? Something daring, I assume?"

"That was actually embarrassing."

"You embarrassed? I can't imagine."

"Well, we tried Melissa's sexy panties. They're all hip-huggers but my hips weren't big enough. We even tried a thong, but it just hung there, it didn't fit tight on my pussy. Karl laughed when he saw it dangling."

"Wait, Karl was watching all this?"

"Of course. I'm an exhibitionist, remember? And he's not related, so it's not really incest or anything. It's just more erotic when he's there. Anyway, nothing fit, and I'd worn industrial-strength cotton panties, they wouldn't do at all. But Karl saved me. He found some really soft nylon rope, I don't know what they use it for. He made me a really scandalous sort of g-string-like affair. He tied a length of the rope around me just above the widest part of my hips, and ran a line down my belly right beside my pussy on one side. It looped along my ass crack over the hip belt part and came forward again on the other side of my pussy. He tied it to the hip line, and that was it. It was so hot, I was soaked when he was finished. It's way hotter than any g-string, it really puts my pussy on display better than being naked. It doesn't chafe because the rope is so smooth."

"You mean he was playing around with your pussy while he was doing this?" Derek asked incredulously.

"Of course. How could he resist? He even fucked me once while Melissa watched, but afterward we all decided it was too weird. We never did it again. He was great though, I came twice." She leaned over and half-whispered, as though revealing a shameful secret. "I have a really big pussy, Derek. It looks like a dinner roll with a slit down the middle. My pussy looks like a hairy roll about as big as your fist when I get excited. I think it swells more than other girls' pussies. When you look at me from the side you can see it protruding. You'll see it later - we have to save something for later."

Four more couples arrived while this discussion of Abby's pussy was going on. Abby and Derek never did get all their names but he'd recognize their bodies anywhere, especially the women. It was dark now and starting to get cool in the garden. They heard a knife ringing against a wine glass.

"Attention, everybody," Mike boomed. "We're all here. It's time to go inside. Everybody sit down, make yourselves comfortable."

Holding hands like any couple on a first date, Derek and Abby went in and squeezed into a big couch with two other couples. The furniture was arranged in an arc around the fireplace, with a large raised hearth that would act as a stage. Suddenly the stereo switched to 'Here comes the bride', not what anyone expected at a gathering like this, and Charlene emerged escorted by Karl wearing a black shirt and pants with what looked like a cleric's collar. Mike followed in a tux. Charlene wore a form-fitting, white strapless dress with a long skirt that flared at the bottom. She was the picture of elegance. 

Karl started the ceremony. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to celebrate the union of Charlene with another. Charlene, turn to your husband." 

Mike moved behind his wife and unzipped her dress from her back to her lower hem in one smooth movement, revealing two swaths of very sheer white gauze, tied on both sides, one draped over her breasts and another riding low on her hips, barely covering her pussy. Her nipples seemed to glow under their cover. Another swath of the gauze, held by a comb in her hair, functioned as a veil. She stood a bit self-consciously, legs together, biting her lower lip, facing Mike, her body on display. Deftly she unzipped his fly and grasped a large semi-erect penis, holding it like a lifeline throughout the little ceremony.

Abby whispered to Derek, "Oh my god, it's a wedding. Not what I expected at all. But she's gorgeous, it's so erotic."

Karl continued, "Charlene, do you promise to take a man who will be picked at random from the assembled congregation, to allow him to fondle your body, to kiss your lips, your tits, your ass and your pussy?"

"I do" affirmed a nervous, nearly naked Charlene. She pulled her shoulders back to make her tits more prominent.

"And do you promise to welcome that man's penis into your mouth for his sexual pleasure?"

"I do."

"And do you intend to break your wedding vow by allowing that man to penetrate your vagina with his penis, to ejaculate inside of you with the entire congregation witnessing your sin of adultery?"

"I do," stronger this time, her face and neck slowly blushing. Everyone could see her nipples stiffening under her sheer wedding dress. Mike's penis was visibly swelling.

"And finally, Charlene, after this event do you promise to extend your sexual unfaithfulness to all of the other guests?"

"I do." Karl removed her wedding ring and put it in his pocket.

Turning, the officiant continued, "Michael, do you promise to strip your bride and display her nakedness to the congregation, in preparation for her debauchery?

"I do."

And do you promise to facilitate the unfaithfulness of your wife, to participate in a lottery to choose the man who will take her, and to hold her labia open when the time comes to facilitate the penetration of the stranger's penis into her vagina?"

"I do."

"By the power invested in my by this congregation, I now pronounce you cuckold and wife. You may strip the bride."

Mike turned Charlene to face the 'congregation' while stepping behind her. He pulled her top down to her waist to expose her perfect breasts, her nipples tinted a bright orange-red to emphasize her sexuality. After giving her breasts a good squeeze he pulled both swaths down over her hips leaving her in only her veil, pearl necklace and high heels, a damp patch of dark pubic hair betraying her arousal. He flipped the veil back leaving her naked in front of a roomful of clothed people. He lifted one of her legs as high as it would go, forcing her pussy open, and turned her left and right so that everyone could see her aroused pink flesh. Her wetness meant that her body was already preparing itself for the penetration.

Karl started the lottery for the right to debauch Charlene. Since Derek was disqualified as a newcomer, and Mike was obviously disqualified as well, it was a simple matter to assign six numbers to the six remaining men. Karl produced a single die and asked Mike to hold his wife's breasts together as he stuffed the die into her dŽcolletage. She looked down at it knowing that it would select the man who would carry out her public fucking. Mike released his hold, letting the die tumble to the floor: four dots on top. A tall, thin man jumped up, his woman giving him a pinch on his bum. Several of the women applauded and exchanged knowing looks. Mike gathered Charlene as though to carry her over the proverbial threshold, but brought her instead to the lucky winner, depositing her in his arms. Charlene got to her feet and led her new man back to the stage, dutifully stripping him while Karl turned out all the lights except for those illuminating the fireplace area. 

When Charlene pulled down his pants, the newcomers understood why the women had applauded; his huge cock, probably the largest of the group, hung seemingly halfway down his thigh. It would be a challenge for Charlene. 

Abby looked on fascinated. "That was brilliant," she whispered to her date-with-benefits in almost reverent tones, "They've already exposed everything and done everything. So they went for the emotional sucker punch, and it worked. At least for me. Erotic."

"It certainly gave me a jolt," Derek replied. She's even more beautiful naked than Carol."




Derek Discovers Exhibitionists



"You saw Carol naked?"

"Of course - we met this afternoon at the free beach. I didn't see her with clothes on for the first hour of our acquaintance. And Abby, I had oral sex with her at their house before we came over. It was wonderful. Ben watched."

Immediately Derek regretted admitting that - would Abby think him an opportunist schmuck? But no, she told him how hot that was, how she wanted to see him do it again. He put his arm around her and delicately, tentatively lowered his hand to her breast, over her thin dress. She leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek, their first kiss.

"You know, Abby, he's not a cuckold. That's some poor schnook whose wife cheats on him without his approval, usually without his knowledge. Mike is cheering on the whole thing, or it wouldn't be happening."

"I know the word. You forget that all the kids who go to my school are geniuses." They both laughed and turned their attention back to the action, Derek flipping a finger across the nipple of his new friend's breast.

It's one thing to talk about sex in front of others, and quite another to see it. Charlene's lover started with a proper kiss on the mouth, their bodies in head-to-toe contact. Then he worked his way down to her breasts; she leaned back to give him better access, and to let everyone see. His cock grew as Charlene tentatively handled it.

In his last act as officiant, Karl asked Charlene to describe to the congregation what she was feeling as this man demanded her unfaithfulness. He removed his collar. 

"Oh, he's kissing my tits, I have really sensitive nipples, he's biting them. I'm all tingly. He's squeezing with his hands while he's sucking with his mouth. Ogod, I feel his hand sliding down my belly, he's got his fingers on my pussy, Mike's pussy. He's sliding his fingers along my slit, everyone's looking, it's so hot."

Knowing that everyone would be impatient to be involved in the action themselves, the couple minimized their foreplay. Charlene knelt in front of her lover; his long cock found its way to mouth, where she licked and kissed and finally sucked, but could get only a fraction of it inside. She called Mike over and said simply "He's ready to fuck me." He leaned her back facing the witnesses, diabolically straddling her head with his penis resting on her forehead over her veil. Leaning forward, he grabbed her outer lips firmly and pulled hard, stretching her tender flesh. She gasped, but looked down to see herself opened up, then looked at the people gazing into her hole. Mike switched to her inner lips and pulled them apart just as hard, her red inner flesh shining with the tension. She gasped and gaped even more. 

"This is obscene, everyone's looking up my cunt, I know I'm soaked. What's your name again?"

"Adam."

Come on Adam - violate me, fuck me, don't hold back."

Adam obliged, sliding his long member smoothly into her. Mike withdrew. Adam pushed his long cock all the way into Charlene's pussy for a few strokes. She whimpered and bucked up at the end of each one to get more cock into her, and then whispered something to Adam. He pulled out, then sat on the hearth sat with legs spread, cock vertical. Charlene faced their witnesses, knees apart, and squatted down, carefully threading Adam's cock into her still-gaping pussy. In that posture everyone present could clearly witness the sin of penetration. It took several strokes for her to accommodate his long instrument, but soon she was squirming up and down over the whole thing, slick with her juices. She forgot her promise to narrate the events, instead emitting little groans, cries and squeaks. In the end they were a better narration than any words. Adam reached up to tweak her nipples with one hand and her emerging clit with the other. 

After several minutes of increasingly urgent public fucking, Charlene's face and torso turned a bright crimson. Reaching down with both hands she dug into Adam's undulating hips to get as much of him up into her as possible, and let out a scream. Convulsions tore through her pussy and her legs; Adam lifted his hips and Charlene off the hearth, grunted, and released. They were lost to the world, smothered in their passion, past and future dissolved in a swirl of lust, an overwhelming present engulfing them. The witnesses saw thick white fluid beginning to leak out of Charlene's pussy as the couple collapsed on the hearth, spent.

"Wow, that was amazing, I've never seen anyone fuck before," Derek exclaimed.

Abby responded as if in a dream, "I have, but this was better, intense, dramatic, er-"

"I know, erotic." They laughed again, Derek squeezing his date's breast harder. "When did you see other people fucking?"

"I'll tell you sometime."

Mike tapped on a glass, getting the attention of the murmuring guests. "Now it's time for the exposures. After this, you're all on your own."

Carol came over to Derek and Abby, and explained, "Now each guy introduces his date. He takes off her outer wrap, and he explains her preferences and her limits. Sometimes the ladies are shy about describing this stuff, but the guys aren't, so we have them do it. And the guys like to see the girls display their outrageous costumes. I think we're all into exhibition."

They started at the other end of the room, so Derek and Abby would be last. He still wasn't sure what her limits were, but he already knew that there weren't many.

Keith introduced Jenny, unzipping her long red dress to reveal a sleeveless blackbody stocking with high-cut legs. The fabric had cutouts for both breasts and pussy, the contrast in color accenting her exposure. Her husband noted that you could slap those weighty boobs around and fuck her senseless without bothering to remove the stocking, but she'd take it off if you wanted nudity. It takes her a long time to get really aroused, he explained, and the only thing that works is a cock in her pussy, but once she's gone through the first two or three men she starts cuming continuously and doesn't want to stop. He juggled her boobs just for show, while she leaned back into him and sighed. No limits except anal.

Ben and Carol's turn was next. He untied her sundress from behind her neck and flipped the ties forward over her shoulders, letting the dress pool at her feet. Everyone saw her nipples, already stiff, pointing through her mesh bra. "You can look and lick all you like - she loves that. Anything but intercourse."

Melissa stood up with a wraparound dress, really just a square of loose fabric tucked in above her breasts, ending in a slanted hem halfway down her thighs. Karl untucked it to reveal a curvy body, a little heavy but in all the right places, wrapped like a Christmas present. A thin red ribbon circled her breasts, digging into them a bit and just covering her pink bits; a wider ribbon spanned her hips, not doing a very good job of concealing a shaved pussy. A third ribbon adorned her waist, just for show. Shadows of sharp nipples appeared behind the upper ribbon. "We wanted to present my wife as a present to all of you, but since much Mike gave so much away under my direction we decided to give her to him for first fuck. No limits, but I want to watch each fuck." 

The next guy took off his girlfriend's shapeless shift to expose a studded leather bra and matching bikini panties, with vertical zippers in the right places. He explained that there were springs behind the zippers, so the slits would stay open, and he demonstrated on her bra. Her breasts weren't huge, but her areolas were so wide that the whole exposed area was pink and dimpled. He cautioned that the pussy zipper might chafe, so take off her panties before you fuck her. No limits.

So it went through the other couples, one in an open-tit bra and open-crotch panties, and some in transparent lingerie. When it came to Derek and Abby's turn he still wasn't sure what to say about her, so he emphasized what he did know. Pulling her light shift over her head he explained, "Abby's an exhibitionist, she wore this bra to draw attention to her tits. Her pussy puffs up when she gets excited, so the rope tie pushes it forward where everybody can see it." 

Derek hadn't seen Abby's pussy before, but he liked it, and she liked showing it, folding her arms behind her back and spreading her legs, looking each of the men in the eye while Derek described her body, clearly thrilled at the opportunities that were opening up. "No limits except anal." After Abby whispered something to him, he quickly correcting himself, "I get first fuck. No limits."

The time had come. Other couples were splitting up, finding new partners for some heavy petting, getting their bodies and their minds ready for fucking. Derek told Abby how much he liked her costume - she retorted, "I hope it's my body you really like. I've shown you mine, now it's your turn to show me yours."

Abby sat back on the couch while Derek quickly pulled off his t-shirt and shorts. His cock sprung out right in front of her face. "Wow - careful, you're likely to poke some poor girl's eye out with that thing."

"It's not your eye I'm aiming to poke with it, sweetie. I'm after your pussy."

"Oo, I ought to be offended, we only just met," she retorted in a high little-girl voice, "but I think you should start higher. I want to get a good look at that thing. Do you believe in fucking on the first date?"

Abby leaned forward and wrapped both hands around Derek's already-straining cock, rubbing and stroking while looking up at him. She licked the tip, then settled the whole helmet into her mouth, squeezing it with her lips. Derek had never felt anything so wonderful. He knew he would ejaculate soon if she kept it up, so he pulled out and sat on the couch, pulling his date into his lap facing outward so that others could see him fondling her breasts. Her earrings were dangling near his face. He had an idea. "Your tits are lovely, but I think they need more decoration. Can I move your earrings?"

Abby caught on immediately. "Oh, that is so, pardon the term, erotic..."

So Derek carefully unthreaded the earring wires from Abby's pierced ears and wrapped a wire around each nipple, twisting it tight underneath. Abby was ecstatic; she called Carol over. "Look what your guy did, I love it, I've never had such nicely decorated tits."

Looking at Abby's tits, Carol remarked "He's not my guy - I just met him today, remember?" It seemed like a month ago.

"Derek, I think my new nipple jewelry will attract more attention if you take off my bra."

Derek was happy to take Abby's hint, running his hands across her smooth skin and over her rough nipples. He pulled down gently on her dangling decorations and watched her nubile breasts snap back up, jiggling into place. She shook them to make the jewelry jingle, attracting several others nearby. In the meantime Carol sat down next to the couple; Derek couldn't resist putting an arm around her and pinching one of those beautifully exposed nipples poking through her bra. 

Abby looked over and cooed, "How does it feel to feel up two girls at the same time? I think it's really hot. My tits are on fire."

Derek concurred. Carol found his cock protruding underneath Abby's pussy and rubbed the tip. Derek lurched and lowered one hand to Abby's pussy, the other hand still fondling Carol. As promised, it really was soft and puffy. Abby moaned as Derek traced a finger along her slit, burying it up to the first knuckle. All three of them were now writhing and panting. Abby's puffy pussy hid her clit, even when she was excited - he had to dig to find it, but he enjoyed the digging and so did she.

Finally Carol gasped, "Hey, you two have known each other almost two hours, I think it's time to consummate your relationship." Gently she bent Derek's now-familiar cock backward and threaded it into Abby's distended pussy. "There, that's better. That's where a cock belongs." Both of them jumped, but he stayed inside.

Ben came over to find his playful wife witnessing the penetration. Abby started rocking forward and back, doing wonderful thinks to Derek's cock, exclaiming how daring and exciting it was to fuck a guy she'd just met, but who respected her, and let two other people watch. They were the youngest couple at the party, but they attracted an audience of the more experienced members.

Derek had discovered something about his own sexuality. "It's more than that, Abby. I think each person who's watching amplifies the whole experience for me. Now I see what you mean about public fucking."

The time for talk had ended. Derek had never experienced what Abby could do to his cock, and she had never felt so full physically and emotionally. While they rocked together, catapulting each other into paradise, Mike brought his beribboned prize down right in front of them and unwrapped her. The experience was amplified again, for both coupling couples.

The night brought one new, cosmic, overwhelming experience after another for the new couple. Abby stepped over the writhing figures on the carpet, hoping that everyone would notice Derek's white gift oozing out of her. She found the poor cuckold Mike to entertain with her decorated nipples and protruding pussy, discovering that the ropes pushed the sides of her pussy together to make her even tighter and the carnal experience even more intense. Erotic. Derek, finding Jenny naked, slapped her tits around as promised; they fascinated him, kissing and stroking and slapping and tweaking. Before he knew it the older woman slipped his cock inside her and pumped furiously, her tits flying. But in the end he returned to Abby for another round.

"Abby, these other women are awesome, but with you I'm fucking the whole person, personality and all." She agreed, lying naked on the long couch and welcoming Derek's hands everywhere on her body. 

"Kiss me on the lips, Derek. I need it."

Derek moved up to her head, but she pushed him down again, saying "No, the other lips, and what's inside too." He kissed her pussy before he ever kissed her mouth. He climbed on top, entered her again, felt the fire, and just rocked there content.

"Abby, you're changing my life. Come home with me, I only live a few blocks from here, and we can do this again tomorrow."

"Ok, but you'll have to find maybe some of your housemates to watch us while we do it. I like an audience."

"It's a deal."

Derek and Abby are still together, still indulging one another's need for exhibitionistic sex. One day can change a lot...