0 comments/ 45222 views/ 2 favorites Joyce By: Jillykins It was an October evening when Joyce and her husband came to visit us. We had contacted them via an advertisement in a magazine. I forget what the advert said but we had replied in the vein that we were looking for friends who could enjoy themselves in a sexy way without resorting to swapping partners. We didn't know what to expect from them but we were hoping for some sexy fun and games. For the evening I wore a very loosely crotcheted dress which, although it covered me from neck to knee, hid absolutely nothing of my body at all, because of course I wore nothing under it. My nipples were poking through the large holes and the swollen lips of my freshly shaven pussy were clearly visible. When she arrived Joyce was wearing a short black wrap-around dress, stockings and suspenders and as we were soon to find out she wore nothing else, just like me she did not wear either knickers or a bra she was almost naked. After the introductions and serving drinks we all sat down wondering what to do next as we hadn`t been in this situation before and neither, so they said, had they. We got out our many photo albums which showed Chris and I naked or revealingly dressed, well me really Chris is usually behind the camera. We talked about our likes, dislikes and experiences. We told them that we were able to go naked at any time in our back garden and with caution, in the front, as well as out in the lane but naturally less cautiously in the dark. Joyce told us that she enjoyed being naked and photographed by her husband and that she would often go out of town wearing nothing but a coat. She would take the coat off and lay it down then walk along the road, completely naked. She would keep walking no matter what happened or who saw her until her husband decided that she had gone far enough and would call her back. She said that she had frequently been seen walking naked like this by passing motorists, which did not seem to worry her at all, in fact she seemed to revel in it and on one occasion she had only just put her coat back on when her adult son drove by. She also enjoyed going into Pubs wearing a very short skirt without knickers and squirming on high bar stools crossing and opening her legs until the skirt rode up so far that her naked cunt was on open display to all. They also had friends who came to play cards and other games for forfeits. These included standing stark naked in the window, which looked directly out onto the pavement and roadway. As the curtains were opened anyone walking by would be able to see the naked person standing at the window. Another was to walk naked down to the end of their back garden whether it be dark or daylight. The terraced houses were only separated by low fences so that whoever it was could be clearly seen by any neighbour looking out or in the garden at the time We suggested that we play a board game called Lewdo, rather like Ludo, with sexy forfeits which included gradually stripping, as both of us were only wearing one item of clothing it wasn't long before we were naked. What a shame that Joyce's pussy was hairy. The first one to reach the centre of the board has the opportunity to choose a partner and do what he or she wished. Even though we were very soon all naked the game was much too long winded and too tame for Joyce and after a couple more drinks she referred back to our comment about being able to walk about outside the cottage naked especially in the dark, suggesting that we all took a stroll up the lane completely naked. "Come on" she said "I`m game, now show me what you`re made of". Well perhaps it was the drink but after some persuasion Chris and I reluctantly decided to join her and hubby and not to be chicken. The lane is very narrow so we set out in single file, all four of us completely naked except for shoes, with Joyce in the lead, I went in the middle trying to hide my naked body amongst the others. As it happened we had chosen closing time at the pub just down the lane and we hadn`t gone far when we heard a car coming up the lane behind us. "What do we do now"? we asked in panic, as there was nowhere to hide, only the hedge of our back garden on the left and a barbed wire fence and open field on the other side. "Nothing, just keep walking" said Joyce, she had been in similar situations before we guessed. So we did and as the lane is only just wide enough for one car we had to stand close to the hedge as the car went by. We were all picked out quite clearly in it's headlights. I wonder what the passengers thought seeing two naked men pricks fully on show and two naked women, with tits bare, nipples standing proud, one with a hairy cunt the other one shaved bare, with labia everything on open display, walking along the lane. Then another car came by in the opposite direction then another. In all there were four cars, after the fourth one came by we actually saw it go up the lane and start to turn so we suspect all four may well have been just one car four times. This time three of us lost our bottle and ran back to the safety of the cottage but not Joyce, she strolled casually back just reaching our drive as the car went by. I must admit that although I was feeling quite terrified, the escapade had got our adrenalin flowing, my heart was beating rapidly, my breasts were quivering, nipples erect and my bare sex was wet, swollen and clitoris erect. Chris and Joyce`s hubby each had lovely erect cocks which would not go down and so Joyce and I started caressing their pricks as we sat with our legs wide open to show that our wet cunts were each now being carressed and finger fucked by our men while we wanked them off. After this we decided to try a bit of massage, Joyce and I laying side by side on the floor whilst our partners massaged the oils into our bodies over our breasts and between our legs into our wide open sex lips giving me a lovely tingly sensation in my excited cunt. I think this really got Joyce going as all of a sudden she jumped up saying "I suppose I will have to do my party piece now" and with that she picked up an empty champagne bottle, stood it on the floor opened her legs wide and sat on it. She eased as much of the bottle inside her as she could which must have been at least 9 inches that went between her soaking labia and right up inside her very slippery, open cunt. She stood up her legs apart with the bottle still buried deep inside her and proceeded to fuck herself with it, twisting it about, in and out of her wet cunt, masturbating with it as if it was a dildo, ensuring that we could all see what she was doing. As the neck of the bottle went into her we could all see how her fleshy lips stretched open to accomodate the thicker part, closing tight around it. As she took it out we could see that her cunt took a long while to close. That was a hard act to follow but she just lay down on the floor opened her legs wide and pulling the lips apart as we watched her guide her husbands eager, hard cock into her soaking wet cunt and they fucked, writhing about in front of us. By this time we were so turned on that Chris just lay on the floor beside them, his prick standing up rigidly. First of all I went down on him and slid my lips over the bulbous end of the prick and sucked it into my throat as he sucked my cunt, then I crouched over him with my legs wide open pulling my lips apart sat on it as they watched as his cock slipped between the lips of my shaven cunt until it had disapeared inside me and then reappear as we fucked in front of them. We have not heard from them since but often wonder just how far Joyce would go to get her kicks. One comment she made was that as long as she was away from home she didn`t give a toss for anyone and would do anything that was sexy. It wouldn't have surprised us if she would agree to go into a pub wearing nothing but her coat then letting it to fall open completely to show her naked body her tits and cunt or maybe, if the pub wasn't too crowded even to take it right off and sit naked. We'll never know but the evening was a new and exciting experience for Chris and I. Joyce I was at a wine-tasting party organized by a local wine merchant. I didn't know anyone there and thought the only interests I would have in the party would be the featured wines and the provided snacks. Then Joyce showed up. I had known Joyce for several years and always thought she was quite attractive, but I never managed to tell her what I thought and neither of us created any opportunities to get to know each other better. The two features I always liked the most about Joyce were her face and her derriere. She had a beautiful, heart-shaped face, with large eyes you could fall into. Each hairstyle she adopted looked cuter than the previous one. So it was always a pleasure to see her, just for her beautiful, smiling face. Her legs, what I had seen of them, were strong. They weren't as prominent as a speed skater's but it seemed clear that she had more muscle than fat on her legs. Her derriere was appropriate for her legs, wonderfully shaped and beautifully rounded. With the smooth flair of her hips, the wonderfully rounded shape and movement of her butt cheeks entranced me whether I saw her standing or walking. Her breasts were petite, which always raised my hopes because it's easier to get a full view of small breasts than large breasts inside a woman's blouse. So I've always been fascinated by her possibilities. At the wine-tasting party, Joyce wore a scoop necked, draped blouse that inspired me to imagine again what it would take to get a glimpse inside. I imagined that she would have to lean forward a little and I would have to be standing at just the right place for that to happen. Her skirt draped smoothly over her hips and had a slight flair as it hung to just above mid-thigh, nicely accentuating her strong thighs. A few inches of her midriff showed between her blouse and skirt, drawing attention to her small waist. She wore mid-heeled shoes that accentuated the delightful lines of her legs. I worked up my nerve and approached her, suggesting that we tour the wine tables together. She agreed with a smile and we were off. As we talked, I had my usual problem of drowning in her eyes. I also had the problem of deciding whether I should stand next to her to try to peek inside her blouse or face her and gaze into her eyes. As much as I maneuvered, I couldn't get a glimpse inside her blouse. After tasting a couple of wines, I gave up on the blouse and decided to enjoy her company and her eyes. We continued to taste the wine, getting just a light buzz from the alcohol, and I found that I was thoroughly enjoying her company. When I raised my glass to her and told her about it, she smiled and her eyes seemed to sparkle, a fascinating sight. She thanked me for the compliment and then acknowledged my little toast by touching my glass with hers and taking another sip of wine. Between wines, we would go to the snack tables and pick up a bite of cheese and crackers, then take a sip of water to get ready for the next wine. After my comment, we walked to the appetizer table to do the same. But there was a difference, this time. As Joyce leaned over the table to pick up her cheese and crackers, the scoop neck of her blouse hung away from her body and I had a delightful view of her wonderful breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples stood out as though begging for attention. I knew she caught me looking, but she appeared more amused than offended when she straightened and I was able to return my gaze to her face. As warm as my face felt, I'm sure I turned some interesting shades of red. We continued to talk and walk around, tasting more wines and snacking on the appetizers. As we made our way through the crowd, it seemed natural for me to guide her occasionally with my hand on her bare waist or high on her hip. Once or twice, I dropped my hand from her waist to lightly brush my fingers across her derriere. I was pleased that the skirt was soft to my touch and I loved the feeling of her firm cheeks. I got brief glimpses of her breasts when we returned to the appetizer tables but nothing quite as compelling as that first good look. All of this plus my thoughts of touching her had a swelling effect on my penis and I had to squirm a little to stay comfortable. After everyone had time to taste all the wines and choose some favorites, the hosts asked us all to gather around for a presentation on the wines we tasted and their appropriate use with meals. Joyce and I were at the outer edge of the crowd, with no one behind us. When I put my arm around her with my hand on her hip, she moved a little closer to me and pressed her near hip against mine. Emboldened, I slid my hand down her hip to touch the outer curve of one of her cheeks. She slid slightly in front of me and pressed the other cheek against the front of my trousers. That was all it took to inspire my penis to harden fully. If she hadn't noticed it already, she couldn't help but notice it now. I pressed my unmistakably hard penis forward against her cheek. She moved her hips just a little from side to side, rubbing my hardness with her derriere and acknowledging our mutual interest. Now I wondered what we could get away with in this wine-tasting party. With everyone else's attention on the presenter and with no one behind us, we might be able to explore quite a bit without getting caught. I moved my hand to cup her derriere, giving her a little squeeze. I put my other hand on her bare midriff above her hip, then slid my hand around the waistline of her skirt toward her front. She folded her arms in front of her, holding my hand to her upper stomach and caressing my hand with her hand. We stood like that while the wine merchant continued to speak. Joyce rubbed her derriere against my penis and I thrilled at the contact. I caressed and squeezed her derriere, enjoying the touch and her response to my touches. Her caressing on my hand at her stomach seemed to encourage my hand upward, so I slid it up slightly under her blouse. She gave an encouraging nudge and held her crossed arms slightly away from her body to allow me to move farther. I slid my hand up until I touched the soft skin of the lower curve of her bare breast, then continued upward to rub the tips of my fingers across her nipple. I was delighted by the soft feeling of her skin, the firmness of her breast and the response to my touch as her nipples stiffened under my fingers. She had cooperated in getting my hand under her blouse, so I decided to explore with the other hand as well. I curled the fingers of my other hand to lift the hem of her skirt in back. In moments, I touched her upper thigh with my fingers, then slid my hand upward to touch her panty-covered derriere. I lifted her skirt even more with my thumb so I could caress her cheek with my whole hand. Joyce reached behind her other cheek to touch my hard penis in my trousers, then gave it a squeeze. With her other hand, she nudged my hand under her blouse even higher and I cupped her breast, catching her erect nipple between two of my fingers. She traced the outline of my penis inside my trousers, then gave it another squeeze. I squeezed her breast and cheek in response. Keeping her hand in touch with my hard shaft, she moved her hips to slide across my hand until I was touching both cheeks. I caressed her cheeks, then extended my hand lower to see how far I could reach between her legs. As I slid my hand along her panties between her thighs, Joyce spread her legs a little to give me better access. I could reach both her pussy and clit. I slid my hand out from between her legs and up over her derriere, again pushing the hem of her skirt up ahead of my hand. Joyce made objecting noises when my fingers left the vicinity of her pussy, but I continued. I found the top of her panties and slid my hand inside, cupping her cheek and enjoying the feel of the soft, smooth skin of her firm cheeks. At my touch on her bare derriere, she changed her objecting noises to approving noises. She gave my penis a nice, encouraging squeeze and stroke. I pushed her panties down just off of her cheeks and pushed my hand between her legs, reaching to touch her pussy. When I touched her pussy, I found she was wet with anticipation. I inserted one finger into her pussy and reached with another to touch her clit. She leaned back against me and stroked my penis. I squeezed her breast in response. Her nipple was standing for attention and I rolled it between my thumb and finger. She snuggled back against me again and stroked my penis more firmly. She turned her head up to speak quietly and urgently to me. "We can't do nearly as much here as I'd like," she said. "Would you like to continue at my place?" "Definitely," I agreed, continuing to rub her pussy, clit, and breast. "But I hate to let go of such wonderful parts." "Are you afraid you might forget on the way?" she asked. "I know how to fix that." She looked around warily, then quickly pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. I lost touch with everything when she moved, but she tucked her panties into my hand and said, "Here. Sniff those on the way as you follow me to my place. They should remind you nicely of what I hope we can do. Are you ready?" "I'm definitely ready," I said. We left immediately to go to her nearby apartment and continue our mind and body blowing "getting acquainted" exercises. Joyce All characters in this story are over 18. I don't remember exactly what I was doing when I first heard the strange sound wafting up through the heat vent in the floor. I may have been reading my magazines or some other such nonsense. My parents bedroom was below me and I had been aware they were in it, I often heard them talking and I mostly just ignored it. I remember I was wearing a dress, a light cotton summery thing and as always my panties. I had recently become more and more aware of my cunt. I found myself often wanting to press it hard against various objects and for some unknown reason,it seemed I needed to squeeze it and rub it. Sometimes I would find wetness as if pee had somehow leaked out of me without my knowledge. These things worried me and I often thought of myself as a freak as none of my friends ever seemed to experience these things. There it was again, a slurping sound and a gagging sound. I creeped silently over to the vent on my hands and knees and peering into the room below. My dad was lying on his back on the bed and my mom was on her knees with her mouth on my dads cock. She was greedily sucking cock. It was clear that the size of it made it impossible for her to get it all into her mouth but that did not seem to deter her from trying. Dad seemed content to lie there with his hands back under his head and a beautiful smile on his face. Mom suckled him furiously. I could feel a warm wetness between my legs. I slide my legs open, still on my knees and began to rub myself through my dampened cotton panties. I would peek over the heat vent and watch my mom service my dad then lean back and rub myself. I was totally absorbed in the moment. My body was behaving in an unnatural way. I began to feel my face flush. My hands pulled the material of my panties aside and I began to rub the wetness all over my cunt. I couldn't stop myself, I was terrified and electrified by the feelings that surge through my body and I knew it was my cunt rubbing that was causing it. Suddenly there I was, I was cumming off for the first time.I felt wave after wave of pleasure surge up and wash through me. I shuddered and stifled my groans as to not tip off my parents down below. When I finally calmed down I looked back down into my parents bedroom but they were no longer on the bed. I stood and turned and to my shock, my older brother Ken stood in the doorway with a smile on his face. My face grew beet red with embarrassment. He continued to grin obviously having enjoyed watching me rub myself off. He crooked his finger to beckon me out of my bedroom and across the house to his bedroom. I followed him silently still glowing hot from my recent orgasms and embarrassment with being caught doing something I was sure I should not have been doing. Ken pulled down the front of his sweatpants and his boner popped out. It was a much thinner version of a cock compared to my dad's huge piece of meat but the head was almost as big and was an angry red in color. "Suck it" he commanded. "Suck it or I'll tell mom and dad I saw you peeking at them and jerking off." I went to my knees and he began to rub his cock head to my lips. I smelled cock for the first time and it was a smell I would later learn to crave. "Open, open your mouth" he growled at me and I obeyed. He began to thrust his cock into my throat. I, like my mom, began to gag but for me it was on my brother Ken's eager young hard dick. Suddenly he began to cum off, filling my already stuffed mouth with his hot ejaculate. I started to retch,and then vomit. For some reason, Ken found this hilarious. I was mortified by the whole turn of events and I ran back to my room crying. I did not speak to Ken for several days but I could not get the visions of cock out of my head. I peer constantly into my parents bedroom but I could not catch them in the act of sex. I found myself repeating the act of masturbation again and again. I waited until the house was still and quiet and I would lick my fingers and proceed to bring myself to orgasm after orgasm. It filled with guilt,shame and embarrassment but still I continued to fondle myself. And then on a boring rainy Saturday afternoon I found myself wandering across the house and into Ken's bedroom. It was windy and rainy outside but the house was hot and humid. Ken lay on his bed reading a comic book in his loose basketball shorts. I could see a faint line of pubic hair just below his navel that seemed to point to the cock beneath the shiny material. I made small talk with him and at first he was his usual dismissive self but slowly it dawned on him that I was looking at him differently. He suddenly smiled and patted the bed for me to sit. I jumped onto the bed and he grabbed me by my hands and pinned me to the bed. He began to dry fuck me. His hard teen cock head pressed through the silky material of his shorts and the thin worn layer of my panties cotton. His cock head spread open my outer vaginal lips and pressed hot and hard against my clitoris. Suddenly I began to cum. Wave after wave of orgasm washed through me. I felt the wetness again. Ken sensed my pleasure and held his cock head still and hard against me until my orgasms subsided. "Suck me." he ordered "No." I answered, you made me puke last time." "I won't make you puke this time, I'll be gentle, I promise." He said with a smile. I wanted to suck his cock. I knew I did before I walked into the room. I wasn't interested in having an orgasm although I sure did like that. I wanted to taste cock in my mouth again. I liked the feel of his hot man flesh in my mouth. I quickly bent to the task and this time as promised, Ken was gentle. He lay back like my dad had done and let me play with his cock freely. I got to suck as much of his cock or as little of it as I chose. He came quickly, too quickly for me. I wanted to go on sucking him but he told me he need time to recover and I could come back after supper and do it again. I was thrilled.It marked the beginning of several years of sexual satisfaction for me. Ken learned to suck me off and I would get to ride his face and release my wetness all over him. We taught ourselves the 69 position and would race to see who could cum the fastest. I think my parents might have been suspicious but they never confronted us. I never did get to watch my parents having sex although I did catch a glimpse or two of his big cock between showers and what not. And to this day it's dad's big cock I think of when I jerk off.