0 comments/ 14217 views/ 0 favorites Kylie's Quest Ch. 01 By: Sir_Intuit I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Kylie. Okay. To start off with, I have to be honest with you. I'm not what you would call beautiful. Oh, I suppose I am all right in a pleasant sort of ordinary girl way but, my tits aren't big -- in fact they're quite small, only b-cup but reasonably perky still. My tummy is still flat which somehow emphasises my hip bones -- they tend to stick out when I am lying flat on my back. And my waist is skinny, really skinny, only 22 inches so my hip-to-waist ration makes me look as though I have a really nice figure, even though my hips and bum are not big by any means. I have a pert little 'sticky-out' arse that looks more like it belongs on a little girl than an adult woman. Oh, and I am blonde with wavy shoulder-length hair that I suppose helps me to look more attractive. Until I met the man who is now my husband, I was a virgin. Well, as far as men were concerned, anyway. I had broken my hymen when I was ten with my hairbrush handle and that same handle had been up there more than a few times since, while my other hand found out what my clit really liked. Although I was rather shy and modest around boys, my imagination was just the opposite and I lived in a rich fantasy world in which I exposed myself obscenely to any male I fancied, causing them to be overwhelmed with passion and they would ravish me to within an inch of my life. However, the only penetration I experienced was that of my hairbrush and although I suspected that a man could do better, I was too shy to find out and hid behind sensible modest clothing that would make any mother proud of her daughter's chastity. Then I met Andy. No, he was not a big and strong he-man although he wasn't a weakling, either. He was not tall but he was taller than me and well proportioned. He also seemed to have a permanent bulge in his pants and never having seen what a grown man really looked like, I could only imagine that he must have an erection whenever he was with me. He assured me later that this was not the case and that it was only his natural endowment. He was a sensitive and caring man and I fell for him on first meeting. In fact, it was his mother who introduced us. We began dating regularly and frequently, going to movies and plays, dinner at cheap restaurants because neither of us had much money. Sometimes we went on picnics with his widowed mother and swim in rivers or wherever we could find water. I never failed to notice his appreciative stares when I appeared in my oh-so-proper one-piece costume but if he was aware of my surreptitious glances at his ever-present bulge, he never showed any sign. One day I took the leap and bought a bikini. A particularly brief one in a colour that I knew he liked. His eyes almost popped the first time I wore it and his mother scowled. Not long after that we stopped taking her on our picnics! Always when he took me home, our date would end with a nice kiss on the lips and a promise to call the next day. I began to hope that he might at least try to grope me but, no. He would put his arms around me and hug me to him and his kisses were like strawberry fudge in my mouth. But not so much as a hand brushing across my tits, never aware how my panties were soaking with desire. I even went braless once and although he told me I looked wonderful, he made no attempt to touch them. Eventually I took his hand and pushed it up under my sweater firmly onto my tit. While he was still getting used to the idea that I wanted caressing, I put my hand on his thigh near his crotch where my fingertips could feel the stirrings of a real erection. This must have inspired him because, in moments, his lips were on my nipples and my hand was inside his trousers looking for a way to extract the object of all my fantasies. One thing led to another and within short order, his hand had left my nipple and was inside my panties while I held a fully erect penis in my hand for the first time. Sooner than it would have taken to climb into the back seat, we had brought each other to orgasm, his semen spurting across the car to land on my skirt, crumpled around my waist. It was late when he delivered me home that night and no lights were showing in the windows. I told him I would have to climb through my bedroom window because the door would be locked. As I clambered up to the sill, I asked him to give me a hand which he did, putting his hand up my skirt and firmly over my bum. I could feel his fingers shuffling to find my crack as he heaved me over the sill and head-first into my bedroom. I blew him a kiss and he was gone. Our friendship had taken a quantum leap forward and now every date became devoted to finding a secluded parking space where we proceeded to get our hands and then our mouths onto each other's genitals. We knew that we both wanted intercourse but agreed that the back seat of his car would be too sordid a place to celebrate our first fuck. So we waited until one day while his mother was at church, we went back to his house and we consummated our relationship in his bedroom. Apart from a very wet spot on his sheets, there was no other evidence of our activities. He commented on the lack of blood which he understood to be the evidence of virginity so I told him about the hairbrush and confessed to my frequent masturbation. He was astonished. He didn't even know that girls masturbated. He told me, somewhat shamefacedly that he did too and commented that his mother would probably blame that for the tell-tale stains when she came to do the household laundry. After that, there was no turning back and we were married with our parents' blessing in a modest ceremony in a sweet little chapel. During the short period of our engagement, we fucked like rabbits in every imaginable place and at every opportunity. By our wedding night, we were as familiar with each other's bodies as we were with our own and had learned all the special ways to give each other the maximum pleasure. I had increasingly given in to my exhibitionistic desires and wore shorter skirts, sometimes so short that I couldn't conceal my panties when I sat down. My bust line hadn't increased any but I still wore low-cut tops to reveal a lot of what there was of them. Andy appreciated the eye-candy and I think secretly enjoyed the stares that I got from other men (and sometimes women too) when we were out together. I bought a still more daring thong bikini which I would wear at the local pool and bought Andy a pair of skin-tight swim shorts that showed his cock in conspicuous relief. I loved the way other girl's eyes would descend to his crotch and laughed to myself that no matter what they felt about it, he was mine, all mine. Sometimes I would sunbath behind the house, trying to get an all-over tan by taking off my bikini. I think I always secretly hoped I would get caught by an unexpected visitor but it never happened. I wondered what our elderly neighbours would think if they knew there was a naked woman stretched out within inches of their vegetable garden but they never looked over the fence and no door-to-door salesmen ever persisted into the back yard. We had been married a couple of years when I suggested that perhaps we should try visiting a nude beach. I think he understood my essential exhibitionism because certainly when I had been showing myself off rather more boldly than usual, I was always incredibly horny and our sex that night would be spectacular. At first he was a bit reluctant but agreed that it wouldn't hurt to try it and if we didn't like it, we could leave immediately. I had developed something of a fixation about wanting other women to see Andy's cock and hopefully for him to have an involuntary erection when he knew they were looking at him. I knew that showing myself off, even to a minor degree, was very arousing to me and I envisaged that if we were both completely naked in front of a lot of naked strangers, he would be unable to control himself. Our first trip to Daisy Bay saw us setting off with a high level of sexual tension. I had insisted that we not take swimsuits or wear underwear on the pretext that since we would be taking everything off anyway, there was not much point. When we arrived, there were a number of couples and family groups scattered around the beach, sunbathing or swimming in the sea. We spread our towels on the sand near a party of two men and two women who seemed to be together but not obviously as couples. I stripped off my cut-offs and top and after a moment, Andy followed my lead, stepping self-consciously out of his jeans to reveal his milky white behind. I told him to lie down while I oiled his bum and when I'd finished, offered to do his front as well. He was reluctant to roll over but when I reminded him that a sunburned cock might be very uncomfortable, he complied while I rubbed the oil over his hips and finally down the length of his shaft. I stopped as I felt him stirring into hardness and retreated to my towel to oil myself. I asked him to do my back and turned onto my stomach, handing him the bottle. Somewhat sheepishly he shuffled across to me on his knees and as he worked his way down my back, I spread my legs a bit, just enough to give him (and anyone else) a clear view of my pussy lips. By the time I had persuaded him to not forget the crack of my bum and between my legs, he was ramrod stiff, which had not been missed by the girls nearby who giggled knowingly when they saw me watching for their reaction. Nor were the men oblivious to me and I carefully arranged myself to give them an occasional glimpse between my legs, conscious of the hardening of my nipples under their unconcealed gaze. They had been lying face down but now one of them sat up revealing his decidedly interested-looking uncircumcised manhood. The pink knob at the end deepened to crimson as his erection grew and I think that only Andy behind me was unaware of my mesmerised stare. Counting his, it was only the second erection I had ever seen and my mind was already imagining what it would feel like shoved up inside me. I was enjoying the view and would have like to offer an equally unrestrained view of my own arousal. I vowed that I would be going for a full Brazilian waxing at the first opportunity. I was sure that my cunt must be seeping but it was probably concealed by my pubic hair of which, in my current opinion, I have rather too much between my legs. Clearly aware of the mutual exchange of appraisal, one of the girls murmured something to the others and then came over and invited us to join them. I told her that we'd love to but Andy immediately demurred until he realised that it would seem churlish to refuse so we dragged our towels next to theirs and introduced ourselves. The guys, it turned out, were both mates and married but not to the girls they were with. Their wives, they explained would never come to a nude beach so it was a suitably safe place to bring their girlfriends. After a swim to cool off, we had somehow rearranged ourselves into a sort of circle with Andy between the two girls and be between the two men. When one of the girls offered to reapply oil to Andy, he started to refuse, looking at me but I told her to go ahead, he'd like that. He lay on his stomach while she massaged the oil into his bum cheeks and her hands soon strayed between his legs until I knew by his posture that she had found his cock. Was it with guilt or pleasure that he looked at me but I just smiled and set about oiling my tits, playing provocatively with my nipples. By the time the girl had rolled him over to do his front, Andy was sporting as big and proud an erection as I have ever seen and it was all I could do not to cum as she massaged its length. I rather expected that he might ejaculate but perhaps it was the presence of the audience that stopped him. I grabbed the oil and began masturbating the guy nearest me. They seemed to have no problem with overt sexuality so I decided I wouldn't either. His friend was already exploring between my legs when the other girl knelt across Andy's face and began rubbing his chest. His eyes were glued to her pussy as she worked herself lower until he could extend his tongue to taste her. As soon as I saw his face buried in her cunt, I threw off all restraints and took the cock that I had been wanking deep into my mouth, sucking and teasing with my tongue. His friend's mouth found my clit and within seconds I was having my first orgasm with someone other than my husband. When I glanced over, Andy was still eating the girl on his face while the other was riding herself to heaven on his cock. I could only assume he was enjoying himself judging by the way his hips were thrusting to get deeper inside her. The cock in my mouth was beginning to boil and seconds later I was tasting a stranger's cum as it squirted in great pulses into my throat. I swallowed frantically but could not stop some from dribbling down my chin. The men swapped places and I was soon swallowing a second dose of cum from another stranger's cock while my own cunt convulsed into another orgasm. The girls, too, had swapped places and their squeals told me that he had succeeded in making them both cum at the same time. I watched his balls contract as he finally released his own semen deep into the cunt of his current jockey. In the aftermath, we continued fondling each other's bodies, almost indiscriminately. At one point I was licking Andy's cum from a girl's pussy, while her girlfriend's mouth brought me to yet another powerful orgasm. The men just watched as we three girls writhed around each other before the two guys, already hard again, grabbed their off-course substitutes and rammed their cocks up their holes. Not to be outdone, Andy grabbed me and taking me doggy-style, fucked me harder than I think he had ever fucked me before. Three couples having monkey sex on a public beach and, apart from a few curious glances, nobody seemed to care. I spotted one man sitting alone a little way away frantically masturbating until his cum shot out into the sand and he went away. As the afternoon drew to a close, we sat around discussing how much we had enjoyed it. Even Andy admitted that having two girls on him at once was the fulfilment of his fantasy. All the men's cocks had subsided into flaccid submission although I rather wished that I had been fucked by at least one of the strangers. My cunt was still hungry while one of the girls had had at least two loads of cum pumped into her. Much to my surprise, it was Andy who suggested that they might all like to come and visit us at home My first thought was that I might manage to get fucked by two men at once and I made no secret now of the flush of my juices that moistened the sand as I endorsed his invitation. He told them our address and they seemed enthusiastic about the proposal. Perhaps their minds had conjured up the same orgy that I was envisaging. On our way home in the car, I asked Andy how he felt about what had happened. I told him how excited it had made me seeing his cock up another woman's cunt. This seemed to please him and hopefully removed any of his residual guilt at what we had done. I had given him permission to fuck other women and he seemed relieved. He explained that he had always been faithful to me until now but he had always wondered what another woman would be like. Now he had had his cock up two of them, cum in one and eaten them both out. His male pride had been satisfied. He wanted to know if the other men's cum tasted different from his and I had to say yes. Just as everyone smells slightly different, so their cum was as individual as they were. He seemed curious as to why neither of them had actually fucked me but, although I wondered the same thing myself, I just said that I had enjoyed myself anyway, that I had lots of climaxes and anyway, a tongue on my clit would send me into orbit just as quickly, if not more so, than feeling a cock inside me. The truth is that, for me, neither sort of cum is better than the other; just different. Somehow I felt that the lid was off our sexuality and we would never be able to go back to being the mutually exclusive couple that we had been. I said that I hoped that there would be a lot more fucking when those people visited and that I looked forward to seeing him cumming in both girls and hopefully more than once. His cock twitched under my hand in his lap and I knew that he would be a lot less reluctant than he had been today. For myself, I began planning how I would manage two men's cocks at once. But also how I could engineer even more outrageous activity than just a round of vanilla fucking. My imagination is very fertile and as each idea formed in my mind, it was as though something popped inside me letting my most basic instincts escape. I promised Andy that I would never play without him and then only if I knew there was some satisfaction in it for him, too. That seemed to satisfy his unasked question and when we got home, he fucked me over the front of the car in the driveway before we went inside and sleepily to bed. To be continued... Kylie's Quest Ch. 02 The next day, after our excursion to the nude beach, I remembered my vow to myself and presented myself to a waxing clinic. When I asked for a full Brazilian, the girl in the crisp white tunic raised her eyebrows a little but led me into a cubical with a bed like the gynaecologists use with stirrups and a cabinet along the wall with a few bottles on it. She told me to take off my skirt and panties and jump up on the bed and she would do the rest. Lying back on the rather firm pillow, I wondered what to expect. I had had regular smear tests so was no stranger to the position I was in with my legs in the stirrups and spread wide apart revealing my entire genital area. However, there was no modesty cloth draped over me and I was fully aware that I would be the centre of focus; or rather my cunt would, to anyone who happened to walk in. With businesslike efficiency, the girl sprayed my entire pubic area with some kind of cooling spray. It was normally a quite painful procedure, she explained but this was a local anaesthetic spray that would help to deaden the pain. Sure enough, when she patted me on the pussy lips, I felt her hand but not what she was doing. The wax was spread on and then ripped off, together with the mat of curly hair. As she worked down into my crack, I almost laughed out loud when I thought what might happen if I farted at that precise moment. However, within what seemed an indecently short time, it was done. It was at that point, as she was smearing a soothing lotion over the area that I felt her fingers being inserted into my happy hole and heard the slurping sounds as she deftly activated my G-spot. "My God," I thought. "She's going to bring me off on her fingers and I can't do a thing about it." Within seemingly seconds, I shuddered to a climax without a word being spoken. Clearly the anaesthetic spray had already worn off because I was feeling her manipulations quite acutely. With a smile and telling me she would see me outside, she left me to dress and make my way out of the room to reception. There behind the desk and businesslike as ever, she took my card in payment and suggested that I might want to book a follow-up visit in a few weeks time. I did. Of course I did. I was starting to like being made to cum by a woman! At home, I stripped myself naked in front of my full length mirror and admired the result. Bare as a baby's bum, I thought. I hadn't seen myself look like that since I was a pre-adolescent girl. The touch of the air on my newly denuded skin made me feel especially naughty, as though I were a little girl about to present my naked butt to my father for spanking. I went to pee and as I sat I thought that even this sensation felt different. Don't ask me why. Back to the bedroom and with a hand mirror, I examined the workmanship that I had subjected myself to. Not a trace of hair remained, not even tell-tale stubble like when I shaved under my arms. My clit protruded slightly from its hood. Maybe it had always been like that but I had never noticed because of the covering of hair. I felt more naked, more exposed that I could ever remember feeling in my life. I imagined myself lying in the middle of a room, surrounded by people watching me as I showed them my clit and masturbated myself to climax after climax while they, so aroused by my performance would ejaculate all over my body. Even the women, who I had only recently discovered could ejaculate. Which brought me to another thought. If some women could squirt, why was it that I, who considered myself a highly sexual woman, had never done so? I had sometimes felt a strange sensation like wanting to pee when Andy had inadvertently stimulated my G-spot and I had felt it again today when the clinic girl had fingered me inside. I was tempted to use my trusty vibrator (a present from Andy) to experiment to see if I could reproduce the sensation myself. However, Andy would soon be home and I wanted time to perfect the technique without interruption. I dressed, selecting a particularly brief G-string that I seldom had worn because my hair had curled out from the sides. I immediately noticed how the crotch part slipped between my pussy lips without any resistance from my now departed pubes. As it pressed against my clit, I felt very, very sexy. Some extra brief shorts and a tank top without a bra and I was set to give Andy what I hoped would be a delightful surprise. I made dinner and was just laying out the cutlery on the table when He arrived. With a friendly pat on my backside, he greeted me with a kiss, his finger running down my arse-crack in a playful caress. We chatted about the day but I didn't tell him about my new look down there. I mentioned that I had done some shopping and had coffee with a friend (did that describe my visit to the clinic?) trying hard to tell enough truth that he wouldn't tell that I was lying. By bedtime, he had sensed that I was tense over something but didn't press when I said that I was just horny and looking forward to a good fucking. Just as we were about to get undressed for bed, I made an excuse that I needed to check something in the kitchen. I ran back downstairs and stripped off my clothes. By the time I got back to the bedroom, he was in bed looking expectantly at me as I walked in. He looked puzzled for a moment until his eyes focussed on my bare pussy. "My God," he exclaimed. "You look like a child!" Then he was out of bed with his hand between my thighs, marvelling at the smoothness he had never felt before. Yes, he fucked me but not until he had eaten me out with such enthusiasm that I thought he must have licked the skin completely off my pussy. Afterwards he told me how much he liked the new look me and said he wanted me to stay like that forever. I felt the same way but for slightly different reasons. Remembering the way the men at the beach had stared so appreciatively at my nudity, I was now anticipating how much more they would see of me and that no matter how modest I might pretend to be, they would be able to see my entire sex, witness the moisture of my arousal. It occurred to me that I couldn't recall whether either of the girls from yesterday had pubic hair or not. I supposed they must have but I simply hadn't noticed. I did remember that both of the men whose cocks I had sucked had seemed remarkably smooth compared with Andy who had what I assumed was a normal growth of pubic hair which covered his lower abdomen, his balls and grew part way down his penis. I had never particularly taken notice of what hair he had down there or how it grew. Just accepted that he was as he was and that all men would be the same, having never seen any other men's cocks until yesterday. I wondered if he, too, would look like a child if his pubic hair were removed but I couldn't imagine him lying on the bed with his feet in stirrups while the white-coated girl waxed him and then masturbated him as she had me. ~ ~ ~ o O 0 O o ~ ~ ~ The next day Andy phoned me from work to say that he had heard from our friends from the beach and invited them around tonight for the evening. I tried to hide my excitement as I told him that was fine by me and I would prepare some nibbles and make sure the bar was stocked for them. I prepared a cold meal for us to eat when he got home and set about strategically rearranging some lights in the lounge so that whatever was happening would be illuminated from every possible angle. I didn't want to miss seeing anything there was to see just because of a neglected shadow. I even placed a narrow-beam spotlight to shine on the spot where I planned to be sitting. I wanted everyone in the room to be able to see everything I was hoping to show them. They arrived shortly after dinner. Cliff and Harry apparently worked for the same company and had contrived a business meeting out of town to explain their absence to their wives. If necessary, they could back up each other's alibis. Sarah and Michelle worked locally but because they were not married, had no need to explain to anyone where they were and they had come in Michelle's car in case anyone should spot one of the men's cars parked where they were not supposed to be. These people were clearly experienced in the art of deception to cover their peccadillos. I was grateful not to have to make excuses in order to have a fulfilling sex life. The two girls immediately attached themselves to Andy, even before he had finished getting the drinks. Then they led him to the sofa and were kissing him and groping into his trousers within seconds. He in turn was returning their kisses and had a hand on each girl's tit which he was deftly manipulating out of their low-cut tops. Bras, it seemed, were out of fashion this season. The men, for the first few minutes, seemed more concerned with divesting themselves of their work suits and then their underwear before paying attention to me. I sat in my chosen position on the other settee and watched as their cocks emerged from their shorts as they pulled them down and kicked them aside. Then, like synchronised swimmers, they descended on me and in short order had me stripped to just my tiny panties which were already soaking with anticipation. Their cocks hardened as they worked, brushing against my skin as they removed my top and bra and then my skirt. I allowed my legs to part to show my wetness and my spotlight revealed just how eager I was. Then my panties were off and Cliff passed them to Harry as they took turns to sniff, and then taste the saturated crotch. I spread my legs again but they pulled them even wider apart as they admired my total baldness and my now well protruding clit. There was no doubt that they had come here for the specific purpose of fucking me and what their girlfriends did with Andy was of no concern to them. While Harry finger-fucked my cunt and Cliff sucked on my nipples, the girls had Andy naked and both were busy with their tongues on his erection. They had somehow found time to strip themselves as well as him and both sides of the room were a squirming collection of naked bodies. I felt myself being lifted bodily off the settee and planted on all fours in the middle of the floor. Cliff knelt in front of me and without ado shoved his cock into my mouth. I tried to suck him as I had before but instead, he just grabbed my head and began fucking my mouth until his full length was ramming my throat. Meanwhile Harry nudged my knees apart and with his thumbs was spreading my labia to reveal my fuck hole with its juices dripping out. He pinched my clit between his fingers and I would have yelped had it not been for the cock down my throat. Then I felt his cock, circumcised and hard as stone rammed deep inside my cunt. His balls slapped at my engorged clit as he proceeded to fuck me in long, hard, vicious strokes. I came within seconds and seeing my arsehole convulsing with my climax shoved a finger deep into that as well to feel my spasms as I continued to cum on his cock. It was the first cock my cunt had ever had besides Andy's and he rooted me without mercy. It was pure animal sex that held nothing of the loving copulations I had with my husband. I expected Cliff to cum in my mouth as he had yesterday but just as he seemed to be swelling for his ejaculation he withdrew and in one smooth movement had swapped places with Harry. Cliff's cock was thicker than Harry's but not as long. I could feel myself stretched wider open than I had ever been before, even by the gynaecologist. He too invaded my arsehole with first one, then two fingers, stretching that open too, so that I could actually feel the cool air entering my rectum. I imagined myself when they had finished with me as having two gaping holes which would be available to anyone who wanted to invade them and the very thought pushed me over the edge again into a shuddering shaking orgasm that left me feeling as though my whole body was convulsing on his cock. Scarcely had that passed when the next one struck and although I enjoyed the taste of my own juices on Harry's cock, it was my cunt and arsehole that were on fire as one climax merged into the next. With a final lunge, Cliff's cock seemed to swell to twice its size and began pumping his semen up to the very depths of my cunt. I could feel every spurt hitting my cervix and thought insanely that I would surely be pregnant after that. At that moment, Harry's cock erupted and my mouth filled with his thick gooey cum. I tried to hold it in my mouth to savour the taste but it kept spurting in a never-ending series of huge globs until I was forced to swallow over and over again so that I didn't lose any. As the last drops dripped from their cocks, the men withdrew and sitting on the floor with his back to the settee, Cliff drew me onto his lap. I could feel his still semi-hard cock against my swollen labia as he manoeuvred himself so that it lay between them. Harry then turned his attention back to my tits. He said he was a tit man and that I had small tits. Small but nice and he pinched my nipples simultaneously so hard that I involuntarily ejected some of the contents of my cum-filled cunt over Cliff's cock Meanwhile, Andy was busy fucking Michelle from behind as she leaned over the edge of the sofa. I had a perfect view of his hard cock ramming repeatedly into her cunt. Her juices were running down her legs as he varied his position to thrust into her from different angles, just as he does with me. Sarah had at least one finger up his arse, following his movements as he fucked Michelle. As he withdrew, she pushed forward so that he was effectively fucking his own arse on her hand. Her other hand gripped his balls and the base of his cock so that the impression was that she was driving a machine that was fucking her girlfriend. I saw his buttocks clench in the way I knew so well indicated that he was about to cum when Sarah suddenly withdrew her fingers from his arse and clamped the base of his cock like a vice. I heard him gasp with the sudden shock. She pulled him back until his enraged cock emerged from Michelle's hole, angry and red and glistening with her juices. Eventually he understood that Sarah was not going to be deprived of his cum as she had been yesterday and with a quick rearrangement he rammed his cock directly up Sarah's cunt. Like me, she came almost immediately, her contractions obvious around his cock. Her cum seemed to last forever as he remained buried to his full depth into her until with a sudden lunge and with an almost animal moan, he began filling her with his cum. Even when he softened and withdrew, her cunt continued to pulse, each spasm ejecting a little of his semen in a stream that hung in a long pearly strand from her cunt. I had thought that the action was over then and perhaps for Andy, it was. But Cliff's cock had stiffened underneath me and turning me around to face him, he slid down onto the floor and slid it once more up my slippery cum-filled cunt. Then Harry came round behind me and kneeling between Cliff's and my legs rubbed his revived knob over my stretched arsehole. My hips, thrusting myself onto Cliff's cock somehow brought my arse into position on my upstroke and his cock penetrated my sphincter until he, too, was buried deep in my body. I have never felt so full or so like I was being split apart. The men quickly established a rhythm where as one was withdrawing the other was ramming back in. I could feel Harry's cock forcing my bowels to open to him and I found myself slipping into one of the most profound orgasms I have ever had. Not sudden and explosive like my previous ones but wave after wave of deep intense rolling pulses that felt as though my entire insides were being churned up in a mixer. I screamed as I never could when I had a cock in my mouth and didn't care when the screaming and the waves of my orgasm seemed to go on for eternity, like mighty breakers crashing on a wild and rocky shore. My mind was blank to everything besides the violent sensations that gripped my body and I thrashed between their bodies like a fury. Eventually, I became aware that both cocks had frozen in the deepest part of me and were exploding streams of hot thick jism still deeper into my bowels and cunt. When they withdrew, finally flaccid and exhausted, I collapsed into a spreadeagled wreck on the carpet. I dimly was aware that my gaping holes were fully exposed for anyone to see and could feel the man-sap oozing from me because my muscles no longer had the strength to hold it in. Two men, who until yesterday, I had never met, had turned me into a ravening fuck-slut and I knew that whatever happened, there would be no going back. From my supine position on the floor, I watched Andy again mount Michelle and fuck her with a savagery I would never have believed he possessed. His cock looked huge and distended as he switched from her cunt to her arsehole and back again without missing a stroke. When she came in a final thundering climax, he was imbedded in her arse and a torrent of clear fluid burst from her gaping cunt, flooding onto the carpet. I thought she was pissing herself until I realised that I had just witnessed my first female ejaculation. I wanted it. I wanted to do that each and every time I come. I want to piss and gush all over men's cocks and in their mouths and anywhere that my fluids can reach. Andy still had not cum and he turned his attention to Sarah who was frantically masturbating beside them. Perhaps pleased with his success with Michelle, he repeated his performance on the other girl's smaller body, alternating between cunt and arse until she too ejected a fountain of girl-cum into the sodden puddle on the floor. Only then did he withdraw and turning her over, took his cock in his hand and emptied his balls into her mouth. As I had done, she frantically tried to swallow it as fast as he pumped it but it was a lost cause and soon her face was covered in his stickiness. In a trice, Michelle was licking her share from her girlfriend's face, greedily searching her mouth for any traces she may have missed. Both girls holes gaped as I suppose mine did and I found it intensely erotic to know that my man's cock had done that to them both. As our visitors departed I let their hands wander where they would over my body, fingers probing into both my holes which would now be forever open to any stranger who wanted them. I knew I would have to learn to gush like they did and resolved that I would not rest until it became part of me. I had a longing to see men drenched in my excretions, to have them drink from me and ravish me until I could no longer stand. And I wanted to see Andy used by women in the same way, as a vessel for their pleasure, a cock to be available whenever they needed it, to be milked dry and still used for his mouth and tongue as he sucks their orgasms from him. His genitals would be bald like mine with every detail available to be seen and used. And he would be circumcised so that he would never again be able to hide his sensitive knob behind a foreskin. Oh yes. I'm going to have fun. And a very great deal of fun indeed!