2 comments/ 76249 views/ 27 favorites An Unusual Girl By: CalDreamer Ch. 1 I was 21, and invincible. The lifeguard job on a Florida beach was my final summer of fun after graduating from college, before facing a real job. It was also a great way to meet women, strutting around in their bikinis, each showing more flesh than the last. One particularly attractive girl had been walking past my station all morning; petite, she had a subtle flare to her hips and breasts, dark hair, and arresting, flashing blue eyes, eyes you could get lost in. She was just a little heavy but in all the right places. When I got off duty I gathered my courage and asked her to join me for a beachside snack. Her name was Sonja, on a long vacation with her wealthy parents, but she could get away most of the time. There was something irresistibly sexy about the way she moved her body, her breasts always trembling, tantalizing me. We talked about school, life, all the usual things. When she slowly bit into the end of her hot dog, looking at me with mischief in her eyes, I knew she was ready. It was sunset by the time we got back to the deserted beach; the sand was still hot, and so were we, so we laid down side by side in the shadow of the now-empty lifeguard tower. I took the spot closest to the tower; Sonja reclined on her back, arms above her head, stretching taut the sheer gold-brown fabric of her bra. Two triangles of cloth swept up to a cord around her neck; a second cord looped under her breasts to anchor the tiny triangles, little bumps in the middle of each one betraying her arousal. Tantalizing roundness protruded on both sides of each soft mound. She looked down at her breasts, drawing my attention to them, and said, "You've been staring at me all day. No, it's ok, I like it, really I do. I shouldn't do this, but I want you to look." Carefully Sonja lifted the inside panel of her bra, on the side toward me, to reveal her whole breast. I confess that I was fascinated by her attitude, her need to expose herself, as much as I was by the beauty of the flesh itself. She let me look for a long time, alternating her glance between her bra and my face, making sure that I was paying attention. She needn't have worried. "Look at how stiff my nipple is, Brad. I'm so excited just showing it to you, I could scream." "You really get off on displaying your body, don't you?" "Well, I confess I do, in a way. But it has to be in the right situation. Tell me what you're seeing." "Uh, ok. I see a perfect erect nipple. It's pink and juicy, forbidden fruit. And I see a generous patch of pink sexual flesh, covered with little bumps, puffed out a little from the roundness of your boob, very sexy. It looks soft and ripe and begging to be squeezed. And I see your penetrating eyes." Sonja shivered. I took a chance and kissed those nipples, hard and shiny. "Oh, that was hot. I want you to really examine my tits, really appreciate them. We can have a lot of fun with my body." Eventually Sonja let her bra fall away, and asked me to sit up. "Now for the second act." Lifting her hips just enough, she slipped her bikini bottom down to her knees. It wasn't hiding much anyway, triangles of sheer cloth front and rear barely bigger than her pussy, held in place with thin cords. Her tangle of soft dark curls was divided by a pink-red slit, already showing as her labia pulled themselves back in sexual excitement. She was neatly shaved except for the small triangle behind her bikini. "This kind of thing turns you on, doesn't it, Sonja?" "Oh god, I know it shouldn't, but it does. I feel wicked and embarrassed and turned on at the same time." Just as I was about to touch her where it counts, two teenage boys came wandering up the beach. Sonja hurriedly pulled up her bottoms, but I called the boys over. "Want to see something special?" Sonja guessed what I had in mind, shivered, and whispered, "You can tease them with my tits, but don't let them touch." That was fine with me. I'd possess her, putting her body on display at my pace. The two boys had the studied beach-bum look, almost knee-length trunks and tousled blonde hair. They sat down with Sonja lying between us, glancing at each other, not knowing what to expect. She examined each of them, holding her hands over her breasts, and signaled me to get started. Looking at the wide-eyed boys, I carefully drew her hands down, slowly revealing her bare breasts. Eyeing the boys through slit eyes, Sonja was unconsciously (I think) pulling her shoulders back to thrust her breasts up toward them. We watched as the magic of her arousal caused her nipples to swell and burst out from their aureoles. I pressed and massaged, showing the boys how springy and flexible the mounded flesh was. Goose pimples covered the smooth curves of her breasts, from excitement rather than cold. We could all see her nipples standing erect. Humming softly, Sonja was lost in the haze of her exhibition and staring at her breasts like the rest of us. I pinched a nipple and pulled up, shaking her boob to show the boys how soft and full and heavy it was. She gasped. The boys leaned forward, absentmindedly chewing their lips; one was moving a hand in his crotch. I told them how much this girl enjoyed having her boobs fondled while others watched. A night light turned itself on atop the lifeguard stand, its dim yellowish glow outlining Sonja's nearly-naked body. To complete Sonja's exposure I slid my hands over the soft roundness of her belly, into the saddle-shaped place where her hips flare out from her waist. I wiggled a finger in her belly button - she giggled, her boobs shaking. I spread her legs a bit; she didn't resist, so I caressed the smooth, soft flesh on the insides of her thighs. Her hips began to twitch forward in little involuntary spasms. Slowly I eased her bottoms down, two now-slack triangles, until her pubic hair just began to peek out. We hadn't talked about this, so I was feeling my way, reading little non-verbal signals. When her slit began to appear she spread her legs further, stopping my removal of her suit but leaving room for me to cover her treasures with my hand. I slid my hand slowly but firmly against the smooth fabric, eliciting hums and coos. Along the center I could feel that her outer labia were still parted, and I could run my finger right through the little valley. A warm moistness told me how much this excited her. Daring to go a little farther I slipped my hand under the cloth, feeling her damp curls and the smooth slit between them. To my surprise she lifted her head and told our audience, "Look, you can see the wet patch on my suit. My pussy is soaked, this is so hot. Now my boyfriend is going to slide into my hole, like fucking with his finger." So now I was Sonja's boyfriend. Great with me, I suppose, with my finger in her pussy and two guys watching I couldn't be anything less. It wasn't like fumbling teenage foreplay, neither side quite admitting what was going on; this was open, public; we were all aware of Sonja's willing surrender. She murmured, "Keep going, Brad, it feels so good, in my cunt, look how turned on I am." "My girlfriend loves this, she loves feeling sexy and showing strangers everything, even her tits and her cunt, and showing them how good it feels." As I pumped in and out, Sonja's face and torso began to glow pink in the dim light. I could swear her already large breasts swelled. Her hip movements became more overt, faster, more rhythmic; she pushed up on each stroke when I slid in, forcing me in further. I found her clit, pushing out from under its little hood, and rubbed. She wiggled furiously, clenching her fists, moaning, finally grabbing my crotch and holding on desperately to my raging erection through my shorts. All rational thought gone, we were lost in our mutual lust. Our onlookers, slack jawed and overawed, were forgotten, ignored. Sonja reached the point of no return; she screamed, thrusting her hips into the air while her body stiffened and vibrated. She squeezed painfully hard on my erection, then stared at her two boys through slit eyes as I felt her repeated contractions begin to wane on my buried finger. As abruptly as it had started, the magic was lost. Sonja slacked back, a sheen of sweat all over her lovely body. I said, "I think my girlfriend needs some quiet time now." The boys got up. There was no point in their hiding their erections as they slowly walked away, not laughing and celebrating as you might expect, but quiet, still in awe of the intensity and beauty of the whole event. They didn't notice Sonja and me looking at each other, holding both hands even though one of mine was still soaked. Nothing was said, nothing was needed; we saw that each fulfilled a deep need in the other. We would be together. The next morning we were on the beach early, I at my job and Sonja at my side. Luckily it was a pretty quiet day, so we could talk. Once I had to pull a couple of toddlers away from the surf, but no dramatic rescues. Sonja was attempting to be serious, though I could tell how elated, almost giddy, she was inside. I was just as elated, but I'm not good at hiding it. She reached up to hold my hand through the railing on the lifeguard station's elevated platform, which is formally against the rules, but no one objected. Today her bikini was so brief that it was hardly there, two tiny purple triangles barely wider than her aureoles, and a triangle at her crotch so narrow that even her neatly trimmed hair peeked out on both sides. I found that particularly erotic, and when I told her so she lifted one leg to give me a better view. She told me how turned on she had been the previous night; she had never done anything like that before, not even close. It was scary and embarrassing but a revelation, as much to herself as to me. At my midmorning break, as soon as my relief guy appeared I jumped down and took Sonja in my arms. We kissed; when one of us pulled out for breath the other would attack and we would fall into another embrace more intense than the last. My tongue played with hers until it was too tired to go on, so I kissed her cheeks, ears, neck. She made sure that my erection was comfortably pressed against her belly. My hands wandered over her smooth, cool bare skin, her back, her wonderfully soft ass, under her bra, pressing against me, while her hands wandered over me. She smelled intoxicating. We must have made quite a spectacle of ourselves. I cautioned, "People are watching." "I know, keep kissing." She wrapped a leg around mine, her hips undulating forward. My break ended just in time. At lunch our conversation turned serious. "Brad, I know we just met and you hardly know me, but I have this urge, like a compulsion, last night I couldn't think of anything else. I didn't sleep at all. Don't be shocked - I want us to make love, I want to go all the way with you. I'm not that kind of girl, I'm not a slut who sleeps with a guy right away, really I'm not, but this is different. I've never felt this way before, ever. I'm not even on the pill, and I don't like condoms, they seem so crude and so artificial. I want to experience everything, I need to feel you inside me, alive and intimate. So we can't do it right away. But I have a problem. My parents are taking me on a cruise starting tonight, I won't see you for weeks. It's for my birthday, I'd break their hearts if said no. I can't bear the thought that you might forget about me. It's only been a day, but I know already, I know you do too. I'll call every day." "I feel the same way. I want to hold on to you, more than anything, I'm not a one-night-stand kind of guy. And we both have, um, unusual appetites that fit together, you know what I mean. That episode last night was like a dream, you were wonderful, I'm still tingling." "No, you were wonderful, so sensitive to my, um, unusual needs. I don't know how you did it, I didn't tell you about it, you just knew what I needed. Sometimes I feel I'm a freak, wanting that, but you made it feel natural and wonderful." "Let's go out right now and get you on the pill. By the time you get back we can do it, I'll set everything up." Then I leaned in close and whispered in her cute little ear, "I'm going to screw you like you've never been screwed before. I'll strip you naked and fuck your whole body, not just that tight, smooth, wet willing cunt." Sonja shivered. "I ought to be offended by that kind of talk, I wasn't brought up that way. You are SO HOT. And you know what I need like no one ever has before. Let's go shopping before we do something we'd regret." We got her pills, and said goodbye. "Last night, we never got to show those guys my ass." "We'll correct that sometime." Sonja did call every day while she was away, long calls. In her sultriest low voice she insisted, "Talk dirty to me, the nastier the better, I love it." I told her how someday I'd take her to a particular kind of club, we'd dance, I'd pull her top down right there, everybody would see her tits wobbling, other girls would be showing their tits too. Men would come over to look, and feel, we'd let them fondle her and pinch her nipples. We'd sit down, I'd raise her skirt until our tablemates could see her open cunt, I'd finger her to orgasm right there." "Stop, I'm creaming just thinking about it. Am I a total pervert? I want it so much." You'd really do that? "That and more. And, everything's set up for when you get back." "I can't wait." Ch. 2 I picked up Sonja right from the boat and drove her back to my crowded little apartment near the beach, in a neighborhood of crowded little apartments. She wore a light summer dress, sandals, and as far as I could tell nothing else. On the way she described the cruise, how it was nice but she couldn't enjoy it because she was so intent on tonight and what was going to happen. I smiled and said nothing. I had a barbecue set up on my deck, and had two of my friends over, Kurt and Harold, friendly happy-go-lucky guys from the lifeguard service. They were cooking already when we came in. There was also Jilly, a bony thing with nearly straight hips, average height, no boobs or ass to speak of, short red hair, freckles everywhere, a permanent look of desperation on her narrow face. Her loose top just hung on her, but her short shorts showed off a tiny sliver of ass cheek and her slim legs, her nicest feature. She heard about my little party somehow and just had to come; she begged me at my stand every day until I relented. There was something appealing about her intensity and na•ve enthusiasm, though. Sonja was almost giddy with anticipation, happy, joking with everybody, glad to be back in the real world with people under fifty. The guys turned out to be good cooks; everything was delicious. Sonja stared at me while she slowly licked barbecue sauce from each finger, and had me lick off the last one. I hadn't noticed at first how revealing her little dress really was. The top was just two swaths of thin cloth that came up from the waist and tied behind her neck, leaving her lovely boobs to bounce and wobble. We couldn't quite see her nipples through the sheer fabric, but we all noticed when they got erect and protruded provocatively. Her back was completely bare, all smooth curves. The short, full skirt rode low on her hips, or maybe she just wore it that way. I think we would have been able to see the darkness of her bush if the skirt were tighter. After dinner everyone helped clean up, Sonja brushing her boobs against me at every opportunity. Jilly stared at her a lot. While Sonja was leaning over I ran my hand up to her hips inside her skirt, confirming that there were no panties, not even the scantiest. She turned and gave me a kiss - I had read her right for tonight's adventure. We all shared a bottle of wine, then another, feeling good, the summer almost over. Playfully I kicked off her sandals. After a little while Sonja leaned over to me and whispered, "Brad, your friends are great, but when are they going to leave? I've been on the pill long enough, I'm lusting for you." The time had come. I declared in a voice everyone could hear, "Sonja, they're not leaving, and we're not putting off our little rendezvous. I'm going to strip you naked, and show you off, and fuck you right here in front of all of them." The room fell silent. Sonja shivered, grabbed my arm and cried, "In front of two guys - and a girl?" I summoned up my firmest voice, and declared, "Yes. In our relationship, that's how it's going to be." Jilly quickly scampered over to the couch where we sat, squeezing in on the side opposite my girlfriend, pressing herself against me, shivering slightly. "Right now?" Sonja bowed down and pressed her face into her hands, hiding her expression. I knew part of this was an act, but I didn't have a clue how much. "Yes, Sonja, right now. Stand up and do a turn for us." She looked up at me, her eyes red, a look of panic on her face, then kissed my cheek and slowly stood. Unsteadily she turned, the two guys seated opposite us in my tiny living room admiring her bare legs. "Very nice. We like your legs, as much as we can see. But I think you're being rude to our guests. Lift your skirt in back, Sonja, lift it to your waist." "But they'll see my ass if I do that. I should have worn panties." "Sonja, I knew you wouldn't. And I don't think our guests will object. Remember how you told me the boys didn't get a look at your bare ass the last time I exposed you? Now's your chance." "They know about that?" "They know everything. Now show us that lovely round ass." In fact they didn't know anything. Facing away from me, Sonja lifted the flimsy material of her skirt and held it behind her waist. Slowly she turned again, so that we could all get a good look at that tight ass flexing and releasing. "Lovely, Sonja. Now bend over and turn again." "But Brad, they might see my, um, private parts sticking out." "I know." I also knew that Sonja craved this exposure; her little falsely modest objections just made it even nastier. "Sonja, you have no choice. Bend over and turn completely around. No, keep holding your little skirt up in back, it's shamelessly short anyway. If some of our guests get a glimpse of that juicy cunt, so be it. That's the price you pay for being slutty and not even wearing panties." Biting her lower lip, with a wide-eyed look of determination, she bent over facing me and flipped that little skirt up again. Knowing that the two boys could now see her puffy cunt, she slowly turned in that awkward posture. The room was so small that she was practically face-to-face with Kurt and Harold on one side, and with Jilly and me on the other. When her ass got around to facing us, Jilly grabbed my arm tighter - Sonja's cunt was indeed protruding, her black pubic curls already soaked. We could smell it. Jilly whispered to me how beautiful she was, that she wished she was that beautiful. Finished with her assigned act, Sonja stood again facing me, holding on to the hem of her little skirt on each side. I let her stand there for a moment, to wonder what was coming next. "Sonja, you've just shown our guests your nice ass. If we continue they'll see more. Now you can either go further, or we can stop and you can leave without any repercussions. What's your choice?" She stood staring at me, hands raised to the sides of her face, mouth open. "Well?" "Um, oh god... further." Excellent. Now, those ties behind your neck aren't adjusted right. Let me fix them." Without waiting for an objection, I retied the straps quite a bit looser. Then I moved her to the side of the little open space in my living room so that everyone could see at once, and said, "Sonja, you were really shameless to wear such a revealing dress to a mixed occasion, and without a bra. Lean over from the waist, between our nice guests, and show them what I mean." An Unusual Girl Ch. 02 This will be a better story if you read part 1 first. * Sonja was the girl of my dreams. I've always been troubled by my sexual fantasies, dreaming of stripping a willing girl naked in front of others, fondling her and fucking her while they watch. Of course such girls don't exist, or so I thought until I met Sonja. After that first magical encounter, where I played out my fantasies and hers too, we knew that we would be a couple to satisfy our unusual desires. She even encouraged me to fuck another girl while she watched, a fantasy that until then I was absolutely certain was impossible in the real world of women who demand faithful men. But she loved it. She even participated by fondling me while I fucked Jilly, and all three of us shared every possible sexual experience that weekend. She made me promise to do that only when she was there, though. That was fine with me. Pretty (well, actually drop-dead gorgeous), funny and smart too, Sonja was the perfect partner in and out of bed. But the summer was over, we had to move on. The City Sonja was starting college in New York, and having been totally irresponsible in not looking for a job after my own college career, I followed her there thinking that I'd have as good a chance of finding suitable employment there as anywhere. Besides, any job while living with Sonja would be better than the best job without her. Moving in and living together should have seemed a big step, but we were so in love and so happy that we'd found each other that it happened automatically, almost without discussion. We rented a small but too-expensive apartment with her parents' help, after she showed them how costly it was to live in Manhattan. I found a reasonably good job after only a few weeks. Living with Sonja was a continuous adventure. The better I knew her, the better I liked her, and she was still amazed that I tolerated and even facilitated her edgy sexuality. With the new-found security of our relationship she had become a hopeless flirt, flashing her tits at parties and even sometimes in the street. She wore tube tops that allowed her generous boobs to wobble enticingly, and were easy to pull down. She liked to pull the elastic of her top down just to the tops of her nipples, exposing her wide pink alveoli, and walk around in public that way. On one of those long, warm New York evenings in early fall she rushed ahead of me on the sidewalk, turned and uncovered her boobs with a provocative wiggle. I walked up to her, she extend her hand and we shook. She pushed her chest at me and said something like, "Hello, sir, I'm Sonja. Do you like my awesome boobs?" Then she covered up and we laughed ourselves silly while the nearby pedestrians either stared or tried to look sophisticated and ignore us. You won't find many girls who are willing do that, and even fewer who are aching to do it. A Club Sonja needed more. One evening as we were eating dinner in our little apartment she brought up the topic of public exposure again. "Brad, we haven't done anything, um, daring in weeks. I'm itching to expose myself, you know how I am. Could you take me out, please, somewhere where I can do scandalous slutty things? I know you love it too, admit it. I promise I'll wear a skirt as short as you like, and no panties, and you can touch me in public." I jumped at the idea, and my cock did too. The next weekend we arranged to go to one of those noisy jazz joints way downtown. Sonja wore her flouncy strapless red dress, sandals and nothing else; we drank, and danced, and flirted and laughed. I fell in love with her again every five minutes, giddy with just being there. She danced with some other guys too, and once I caught her moving her partner's hand to her barely covered breast. He squeezed while they danced and Sonja sighed. I asked her about it after she sat down, a little breathless. "Why, didn't you like it? He felt wonderful, he could feel my nipple getting hard. I thought you wouldn't mind. I know you like to see me get aroused, don't you?" I told her that it was beautiful, I loved watching her that way, and she could do it as much as she liked. We danced again, a slow number. Staring into my eyes she pulled the top of her dress down all the way to her waist while we were on the dance floor. I stared. She laughed and whispered "I'm Sonja. Do you like my awesome boobs?" In seconds she had attracted the attention of several guys dancing nearby, their dates glaring. Quickly Sonja pressed her chest against mine and she danced that way, thrilled with her exhibition. Of course I was thrilled with it too. Her stiff nipples told me how exciting this was for her. She wrapped her arms around my neck while I stroked the sides of her bare breasts. When we went to sit down in a corner booth she covered the tips of her nipples with two fingers on each, leaving her dress down, and sat that way while I enjoyed her exposure. Even though I already knew she was into this sort of thing, I was amazed and aroused each time, and so glad I'd found her. I put an arm around her neck and replaced her fingers with two of mine on the side closest to me, and I sat gently massaging that bare breast while others walked by sneaking glances, trying to look casual. Nothing was exposed, but everything was. Luckily nothing was said because the waitresses were occupied elsewhere. A couple came by, a little older than us. The guy was massive, tall and heavy and dressed all in black, with rough hands permanently curved at the fingers. His wife or date or whatever was surprisingly petite, a slim blonde with an innocent face, its features emphasized by contrast with very pale skin, in a black dress even shorter than Sonja's. They stopped in front of our corner booth as the girl addressed us in a high voice. "Hi, we noticed how you were exposing yourself here and on the dance floor. I hope it's ok for us to introduce ourselves. You have beautiful tits, we think you're brave and gorgeous. Would you mind if we sit with you?" Sonja replied "Well, I'm glad you approve of my tits", and invited them to sit. The guy slid in on her right, but to our surprise the girl moved away from him and slipped in beside me, squeezing into the tiny booth. He addressed us in a broad Midwestern accent, "Hi, I'm Jeff, this is Marilyn. We saw you here and we couldn't resist coming over, taking a chance I know. We're being terribly forward with you exposed like this, but we thought, now or never. You have lovely breasts, if you don't mind my saying so. Do you mind us getting a closer look?" A shiver went through Sonja, thrilled with this unexpected opportunity. I knew from our first meeting that she craves exposing herself close up, where strangers can see everything. Jeff was being very forward but seemed polite and respectful. Sonja introduced us in turn, then looked down to the breast on Jeff's side. "Jeff, I know you're here to look at my boobs. No, I'm not offended, I love exposing myself. Lean over and put your head in front of my chest, so the others can't see. I'm going to let you see my nipple, and touch it." Jeff bent down, openly fascinated with my woman's tits. Sonja spread her fingers slightly, allowing an erect nipple to jump through. I was fascinated too, wondering what she would do next. She removed her hand giving Jeff a brief whole-breast flash, his face inches from her chest, then grabbed his large fingers and placed two of them over her nipple. So now she had two different guys with their fingers defending what was left of her modesty, subtly massaging her breasts. I felt the nipple on my side stiffen further; Jeff, obviously delighted, moved his nipple around, squeezing and pushing her breast. In exhibitionist heaven, Sonja looked at our faces in turn and then down at the sites of the action. She leaned back and started breathing hard, a blush spreading across her face and torso. She pushed Jeff back so that the other people in the club could see what was happening. With all this we were ignoring Marilyn, who sat quietly watching Sonja, mostly Sonja's breasts. Leaning into my shoulder to remind me of her existence, Marilyn told me in a matter-of-fact voice, "Wow, your girl Sonja is really brave, and gorgeous. I know I can't compete with her, but I'd like to try." Marilyn's dress had a wide front panel that looked like a normal sleeveless design from the front, but tied behind her neck to leave most of her back bare. In the dim light I could just make out the tips of perky nipples through the thin fabric. I took the liberty of stroking the soft skin on her bare back. Turning toward me she stretched up and murmured in my ear, "You can put your arm around me if you like. I'm not wearing a bra." The part about the bra was already obvious, but her mention of it gave me a jolt. Not one to pass up such an obvious hint, I casually reached around, but she leaned forward just as I moved so that my arm went to her side. Quickly she pulled the left edge of her dress forward, leaving a space for my hand. I accepted her implied invitation, sliding my hand under the top panel of her dress and finding a small but surprisingly soft, cool breast with a hot nipple, already hard but still flexible. Marilyn's nipple was a surprise, bigger and meatier than I had expected on a girl with such a petite frame. She moved her left arm to cover the spot where my hand disappeared under her dress, but slid her shoulder in front of mine to make it easier for me to stroke her breast. Leaning into me she commented in a somewhat breathy voice, "I hope you like my big nipple. Some girls say their nipples are like pencil erasers when they're stiff, but I think mine are more like cherries. They're so sensitive, that feels so good!" Withdrawing from Sonja's breast and replacing her fingers on her nipple I moved my other hand on top of Marilyn's thigh, surprisingly warm, and soft when I slid slowly to the smooth flesh on the inside, dusted with light blond hairs. My cock was nearly bursting. She leaned over and breathed into my ear, "This is so hot, your girl is amazing. I'm not wearing panties. You can slide your hand up and reach my pussy if you want. Please, I'd love it if you'd touch me there." Knowing about Sonja's delight at seeing me feel up another woman in the right situation, I touched. Marilyn was so tiny and slim that it was easy for me to reach my goal. I looked down to see sparse blond pubic hair on a prominent mons; her lips were already open and soaked, larger than I expected. She sighed and spread her legs when I reached her clit, pushing her knee against my thigh. Meanwhile Sonja squirmed, her eyes closed in ecstasy. I told her and Jeff, "Look - Marilyn lifted up her skirt and invited me to reach in and stroke her pussy. It feels great, soft and moist and warm." Suddenly a waitress appeared, a tall goth-looking girl with a narrow face and short purple-black hair, dressed in the club uniform of a sleeveless t-shirt with a deep scoop neck and a very short tight skirt. We all froze, expecting the worst, but she leaned over and breathed, "That is... so - fucking - hot! It's against the club rules, but I won't tell. Just don't expose any pussies, ok?" Only the table edge was protecting Marilyn's modesty. We lied and assured her that we'd behave, and ordered some drinks. She recommended rum and coke, and said she'd bring it in a large glass so that we could 'have some fun with it.' We agreed. In seconds, so quickly that we suspected she had planned this, she produced the oversized drink in a large wine glass and explained how to use it. "Hold it right under your boobie, then lean forward to make a seal between your skin and the glass. Lean back until the drink covers your boob. That's it - do you feel how the bubbles tingle on your nipple? Is that cool or what? Now lean back down and let your guys suck the drink off your boobie." Our attentive waitress stooped down so that we could see only her head above the little table, putting her eyes at tit height. The way she squirmed I was sure she was fingering herself. Sonja's exposure became more blatant as Jeff and I took turns sucking the sweet brown mixture from her tingling boobs. I secretly pinched Marilyn's clit, making her moan and slide her hand over mine to press my fingers into her crotch. Then she slid her other hand under my belt and into my crotch. Sonja, getting seriously aroused, drunk more with sex than alcohol, invited our companions back to our apartment: "It's not far, and we can do more there. I really like both of you. And Jeff, I know we just met, this is really reckless of me, you could even, um, get acquainted with my pussy." I wasn't surprised, though she hadn't checked with me first. This was a new expansion of Sonja's sexual openness that we hadn't tried before, but she knew me and my fantasies well enough to know that I'd find it hot. If something gives her pleasure, it gives me pleasure too. This was moving so fast, a little disorienting. I had fucked another girl in her presence, but she hadn't reciprocated - yet. The offer also implied that I'd get a chance at Marilyn's lovely little body, though, so we'd be even. The way Marilyn was squirming, I knew she'd be up for it. Obviously she was also an unusual girl, a rare treasure. We were disappointed when Jeff said, "We'd love to, you don't know how much, but this our last fling for a while. We have to leave in a few minutes to catch a flight to Oslo. We both work there. We're just on our way through, we were on vacation visiting our families in Iowa. So we can't stay, but we'd love to hook up with you two sometime. You're really awesome." That broke the spell. Sonja pulled up her top, I withdrew from Marilyn's deliciously moist nether regions, and we straightened ourselves up. Jeff gave us his business card, we kissed and hugged all around, and they left to get a taxi. Our little adventure had ended as abruptly as it had begun. At home I took a quick shower, coming back into our bedroom to find Sonja sitting tailor seat on our bed, leaning back against the headboard with a sheet covering her legs and two fingers covering each nipple. She looked at me in mock surprise and said, "Did you like the way I exposed myself for Jeff?" "I loved it, you know it." "And did you like him licking the liquor off my tit, a total stranger?" "That was even hotter." "You weren't jealous? He sucked really hard. Come here, I'll show you what I showed him." She spread her fingers to expose a very stiff nipple. I attacked her nipple, then the rest of her naked body. She has a way of molding her body to mine that's new and thrilling each time. She was already soaked. Just before I entered her she closed her eyes, squeezed my cock with her hand, and murmured, "Fuck me, Jeff. I want to feel that big cock of yours violate my little pussy." I obliged, playing the part of Jeff but savoring all the feelings myself. In case I haven't told you yet, she has an awesome pussy and knows how to squeeze and tease a cock with it. Another Club Over the next week we led our routine lives by day, but each evening Sonja bubbled with erotic enthusiasm, recalling our encounter in the club with Jeff and Marilyn. We retold the events to one another minute by minute, touch by electric touch. She wanted to go further with public displays, to exploit our unusual urges. On the web I found out about some discreet clubs in the city - most of them seemed too seedy, just hangouts where men could meet prostitutes, but I found one that explicitly excluded that. No unaccompanied women were allowed, IDs required. I gave Sonja a long look and dialed the club. I put us on speakerphone. "There's a hint on your website that sexual activity is allowed. Could you elaborate for us? We're a couple that's interested." "Sure, there are several options. I'll warn you, though, it's not for most people. You have to be a member, but with advance notice you can buy a membership at the door. The club has rows of booths that surround a small stage. There's usually an erotic show on the stage, but it's not professional. It's done by couples or even by larger groups who want to be seen by everyone. Along the stage is a row of chairs for people, mostly men, who just want to see the show. Sometimes they're invited to participate in it. The back row of booths is for couples who mostly want to watch, and perhaps fondle each other a bit while they watch the show and the other patrons. The other rows have bigger booths for two or more couples. Some people like to expose themselves and play while the other couple watches." "I think we'd like that." Sonja was squirming just hearing about it. "There's more. The more daring ones trade partners, and each one fondles the other one's partner. Sometimes they strip so the others can see them. And we don't forbid them having sex with their partners or even with the other couple. The booths are set up for that. A lot of girls like to wear revealing clothes in the club, there are no limits on that, but we ask that you cover up in the street on your way in and out." Sonja groaned and I made a reservation, making her squirm as I described our most secret perversions on the phone. Giving me her most serious look she said, "Brad, this will be another big step. Are you ok with me fooling around with another guy while you're there? He might even fuck me, I couldn't stop him, I'd do it, for you, but only if you want it. I'd be so turned on, I'd show him my pussy, you could see his cock slide into it..." She stopped, panting. "I think I'd like it, you'd still be my girl, it would be a super turn-on to watch some guy slide into that juicy pussy of yours. I guess I'll never know for sure until it happens, though." She already knew that this deal included me 'fooling around' with another girl while she watched. But we'd done that before, with Jilly. The next Saturday evening we rode a subway far uptown, to a neighborhood of big old brownstone houses converted into apartments. We found the address. A desk in the entryway was staffed by an attractive young woman who took our ID and entrance fee and asked us further about our preferences and fantasies, basically confirming what we had discussed on the phone. Finally she announced, "I think tonight we have what you're looking for. There's a couple already here with preferences that I think are compatible with yours." We got a card with a table number on it, signed a release, and entered a small anteroom where Sonja took off her coat, sweater and shoes, and I shed my shirt. I tied a transparent white silk scarf behind her back covering her boobs but leaving them visible and letting them bounce. From the front it gave the look of an exhibitionist's tube top. She also wore a pink 'skirt' with an elastic waistband that she tugged down over her hips until her pussy nearly peeped out. At that level it barely covered the bottom of her ass, but the diaphanous material fluttered up with every step. My girl was in fuck-me mode. We stepped into a surprisingly plush room that filled the whole first floor of the building, booths on the left arranged in a semicircle around a small stage and tiered so that every booth had a good view. We stood in the doorway, getting oriented, and looked to the stage. Sonja squeezed my hand and gushed, "Look, Brad - that girl on the stage. That older man is stripping her in front of everybody." Indeed a dark-haired young girl with large breasts and wide hips was down to a lacy bra and thong; her other clothing was scattered on the stage. The man stepped behind her to unhook her bra, then fondled her from behind as he exposed her. She raised her arms back and around his neck, stretching her boobs up and out for everyone to see. He pulled down her thong and lifted one of her legs so that everybody could see her damp bush and her pink slit wet with arousal. An Unusual Girl Ch. 02 Sonja whispered, "I wish I were that woman. Stripped naked, my boobs, my pussy, my ass, all these people watching..." I told her that maybe she would be sometime. She shivered. We found the row to make our way to our assigned liaison. At the first booth a middle-aged red-haired woman wearing only pink open-crotch panties sat on the edge of her table facing us, her knees apart. We had to brush up against them to get by. She jiggled an enormous pair of breasts in my direction as a male voice behind her boomed, "Hi, stranger. She wants you to kiss her tits." I couldn't offend them by just walking on. Leaning down I lifted a soft breast in both hands (it was too big to hold in one hand) and gave it a smooch right on the translucent nipple, swirling my tongue around it. She pulled her shoulders back and groaned 'Mmmm'. It was the only sound she made while we paused there. I gave her other breast the same gift, another groan. Sonja couldn't resist flicking those erect nipples with her fingers, telling the woman how impressive it was that she offered herself to strangers. We moved on; I turned to see them making the same offer to the next couple that came in the door. As we left them Sonja gushed, "That woman... I loved watching you kiss her tits, it turned me on, I'm soaked already. She was so open with her body, her tits were lovely, I want things like that..." We found an attractive young couple at our assigned booth; they half-stood to shake our hands and introduce themselves, Nate and Heidi. We introduced ourselves in turn as I guided Sonja into her seat on Nate's right. I slipped in beside her. Heidi, tall and slim but well-proportioned, wore a short blue skirt that made a nice contrast with her blond hair, and a matching bolero top fastened by a single button. It ended just below small breasts riding high on her chest. Nate was already bare-chested, wearing just a pair of loose shorts. With his muscles and buzz cut he looked like a beach bum, but wasn't. We got acquainted. Our partners for the evening lived in Queens with an outwardly standard lifestyle, but they had fantasies. Heidi confessed that she was a bit embarrassed by her name; "My parents were in love with that Swiss story of plucky Heidi and her kindly grandfather." It sounded innocent, she thought, but tonight she didn't want to be innocent. Our conversation transitioned to the inevitable talk of sex and sensuality. Heidi admitted "We've been planning this evening for months, trying on erotic clothes and imagining scenarios. We've never done anything like this before, I've always been so conservative and respectable. But we've been pushing each other with more and more outrageous fantasies. I'm tingling with anticipation, I hope we can go through with it. I have these urges..." I urged her to tell us more. "Well, a few months ago we started telling each other about our fantasies while we were in bed, in the dark, before we went to sleep. It started with things like different sexual positions, but pretty soon we moved on to more extreme stuff. Nate put a chair next to our bed and asked me to pretend that another man was sitting there watching us make love. I stopped wearing my nightgown to bed, now I was always naked. We made love in positions where the guy in the chair could see everything. Then we fantasized that the guy in the chair was fucking me. That's right, our vocabulary got more daring too. Nate would sit in the chair and watch, then join in. He told me how he would expose me in the park, lifting up my top and inviting guys to touch my breasts. I nearly had a climax just thinking about it." Nate continued, "Finally we started thinking about entertaining another couple and trading partners. Heidi would strip and the other guy would fuck her while I watch, then I would fuck the guy's wife. But nothing happened in real life. Then we found out about this club." Sonja asked, "Heidi, be honest, have you ever exposed yourself to other men?" Heidi leaned over and confessed, "Well, once. A few weeks ago we thought we should make sure we weren't just indulging in idle fantasy. We needed to be sure that we could make it real. So my husband, bless him, invited one of his single friends from work over for an evening with a promise that he'd enjoy what I was wearing. When he got there I was shaking, I had on just a loose blouse and a short skirt, no underwear. We sat him down with a glass of wine. I stood in front of him and unbuttoned my blouse. He stared. Slowly Nate pulled my blouse back and then off. I was naked to the waist, he saw my tits, my nipples were stiff and jutting out. I didn't try to cover them, I let him look. I felt so exposed, scared but thrilled. I sat between him and Nate while we watched TV, but he mostly watched me. Nothing else happened, but once I got over my anxiety it was awesome. My nipples were like rocks the whole time. I knew I could come here and do more, I could be respectable by day and still do awesomely slutty things at night." Sonja replied that it was our first time at the club too, but then she recounted in detail how I had stripped her and we had our first fuck in front of several friends. I was amazed that she remembered every detail, even more than I did. She said it was glorious, the whole experience is way more intense when others are there. Nate took advantage of her revealing her appetites. "So you like to expose yourself close-up to other men?" "More than like it, I confess, I crave it like a drug." "We can already see your tits, you know, that thin top of yours isn't hiding much. And you have great boobs, long nipples. I think you're displaying yourself on purpose, you're asking for it." Sonja pulled her shoulders back and turned toward Nate, self-consciously lifting her boobs to show him her willingness. Nate reached over and filled his hands with both of Sonja's boobs, her nipples stiffening as they poking at the flimsy fabric. He squeezed and explored while we watched. I commanded, "Sonja, lean forward so I can untie that top and expose your boobs to everybody." Sonja shivered, leaned forward, and lifted her long black hair to give me access. I had tied the scarf in a bow so that it could be easily released, and that's what happened. I explained, "We don't have a lot of money for erotic outfits, this is just a scarf we found in our closet. Sonja wanted her nipples to show." Nate said it was quite effective, sexier than just arriving topless because it drew attention to her lovely boobs. I commented that that's exactly what she wanted. So now Nate was fondling Sonja's bare boobs, looking briefly to me for approval which I of course gave. "There's something else you should know, Nate. Sonja's private parts aren't so private. She's not wearing panties. She has unusual appetites, well, we both do. I'll be frank - I like to watch other guys feel her up, and she likes me to watch them do it." We had never done that before except for that episode at the jazz club, but I knew her appetites well enough. I lifted her little skirt to reveal a damp pussy. Slowly she spread her legs as she growled, "Touch me down there, Nate. Nothing's off limits." She reached into his shorts to find something long and hard. Nate interrupted Sonja's seduction long enough to generously point out that his wife was being neglected. "Look at her, Brad, she's gorgeous. But you can't fondle her nice little titties from over there. Come around and sit next to her. I want you do do whatever you want with her." I looked at Heidi. She looked back, longing and a bit of anxiety in her expression, and patted the seat beside her like your grandmother might have done. I walked around our table and slid in. Her blue eyes, bangs and thick, straight shoulder-length hair gave her wide squarish face a clean-cut look from the neck up, but her clothing and body told another story. She grabbed my thigh as I slid in beside her. "This is our fantasy coming true," she gushed, "I've never done anything like this before, it's a little scary but I'm determined to go through with it. When you sat down with us I already knew that I'd be exposing myself and probably letting you have sex with me in less than an hour. What a situation! Can you believe, we've just met but you're about to see my body and fondle me everywhere and..." Heidi sank back, emotionally overwhelmed. I tentatively put an arm around her, told her how beautiful she was and kissed her cheek. Warm, almost hot, and soft, it was our first skin-to-skin contact. Her body was slim and angular; she'd be called lanky if she were a man, but the effect was devastatingly attractive. She turned toward me and we kissed on the lips, exploring one another. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, anticipating thrusting something else into another spot; she responded. "I'm not being fair," Heidi complained. "Your wife is already mostly naked, my husband is groping her everywhere." "She's not my wife. We're living in sin." We all laughed as Nate reached over and released the button holding her top together. Ever the gentleman, I helped to slide it off her shoulders. She was left in a bra of transparent blue lace decorated with little blue flowers. But ragged holes at the tip of each cup let very erect nipples peep through, surrounded by rich bumpy alveoli. I told her how sexy it was, how forward of her to display herself like that. Her combination of healthy, wholesome good looks and provocative attitude was getting to me. Heidi's breasts were small but perfect in shape. "Nate cut the holes in my bra to expose my nipples. I think it's quite daring and erotic, it shows I'm displaying myself on purpose, you're not just peering through my bra. Do you like them? You can touch them if you want. Ogod, did I say that?" I wanted. Looking deep into her eyes, then at her breasts, I took a nipple in each hand, at first just grazing their surface. She gasped. "Nate, it's happening, he's touching me, it feels so good!" I gave her a few seconds to recover, her nipples pulsing and her chest pushed forward, then I grabbed both nipples and rolled them between my fingers. I pulled on them, hard, forcing some of her sensitive flesh through the small holes. She looked down at them and exclaimed, "Nate, look. I'm letting him do things that wives don't let other men do. It's thrilling, it's dangerous, it's scary, I love it." Nate looked over. Little mounds protruded through Heidi's bra behind each nipple, like tiny second breasts made mostly of pink-brown sexual flesh. "Look what he did! Now I feel even more exposed, and a little kinky", she gushed. Sonja told Heidi that her tits looked awesome. I think Heidi actually blushed a bit at the complement, as I returned to playing with her nipples and she returned to gasping and cooing. Her nipples and exposed alveoli expanded a bit because their circulation was partly cut off. That prompted me to mention, "Heidi, my little sex-bomb, your tits are going to ache soon with that tight restriction. What do you think we should do?" "I guess you'll have to take my bra off. Ogod, I'll be half-naked, you right here..." "Best idea I've heard all night. Let me help you." Heidi leaned forward, I chivalrously unclipped her bra in the back and slipped it off. Her swollen nipples and alveoli turned her bra cups inside out, but a little tugging freed them. Surprisingly, freeing her breasts didn't cause them to sag. They rode high on her chest, their contour coming down in a nearly straight line from her shoulders to her protruding alveoli. I told her how luscious they were, and helped myself to generous handfuls. I announced, "Well, Nate, we have two topless women. What shall we do next?" Just then a bouncy young waitress appeared to take orders for drinks; the hefty admission included a 'free' drink. She was clad, but barely, in the tiniest bikini imaginable. After we ordered, our hands made their ways to one another's genitals. The ladies exposed our stiffening cocks and started toying with them. Heidi remarked that it seemed strange that we had this big table in front of us, but there were little cup holders for our drinks in the corners where the bench seat curves around. And the table is padded, hard to put your drinks on. I replied, "Look over there. I think you'll get your answer." Around the arc to our left a tiny, buxom woman reclined on her back on the table of her booth, her boobs flopping as she squirmed. A man stepped up and draped himself on top of her; she nearly disappeared, but their undulations made it clear what was happening. The two other people in the booth watched fascinated, stroking one another. "Oh - oh!", Heidi exclaimed, "I'm so na•ve. I should have figured that out. You know, we could use our nice padded table too, couldn't we? Isn't that nasty? See, Nate, I can be forward and suggestive when I want to be." Our drinks arrived, distracting us briefly. Then more quietly, to me, she whispered, "There's more to the story of how Nate exposed me. He went to the kitchen to get some snacks. I lifted up my skirt all the way to my tummy, I couldn't resist, and I took his friend's hand and placed it right on my pussy. Isn't that scandalous? He pressed a finger between my lips, it felt so good. But then we saw Nate coming back and I quickly covered up again. I never told him about it." Nate leaned over and asked, "Any secrets? What's happening over there?" By this time he had a finger firmly planted in Sonja's soaked pussy, and didn't let go. I answered, "Oh, nothing. We're just discussing your wife's little blond pussy." Then she added to me, but so that everyone could hear, "Nate doesn't like to kiss me down there. He says it's dirty and it smells like fish. But I cleaned up before we left, so maybe you could try, um, kissing me there?" I replied that that was a great idea, and had her sit up on the padded table facing me, with her legs dangling over the side. I spread her legs. Just to make the moment juicier I exclaimed, "Look, I see a lovely pussy on a willing wife. She didn't wear panties, I think she was looking forward to exposing her pussy. I'm going to bury myself in it, and she's not going to stop me. She wants it." Nate looked over in some surprise; Heidi looked down in near-disbelief as I leaned into her soft nether lips and licked alongside them, then between them. She strained to spread her legs as far as she could. I penetrated her vagina, soft and warm. She groaned, "Oh Nate, he's got his tongue inside me. This is so hot, I'm melting." I found her clit beginning to protrude as she creamed and fluid leaked out of her. She held my head gently, like a precious crown, and directed my attack on her most intimate parts. Looking on with great intensity, Sonja asked Nate whether he had ever had a blow job. He admitted that he had, before he met Heidi, who looked at him a bit shocked. Getting into her take-charge mode that I love so much, Sonja had Nate sit on the table with his cock right in front of her face, already half-stiff. She didn't hesitate; Nate groaned as his helmet disappeared into my girl's mouth. I had never seen this before; when she does it to me I'm too far away and too far gone to see much. Heidi looked over. "That feels really good, doesn't it, Nate?" That much was obvious. Nate leaned forward to fondle Sonja's boobs some more while Sonja worked on his cock and balls. He couldn't get enough. In an incongruously touching gesture, given all that was happening, he and Heidi held hands as Sonja and I gave our oral attention to their respective genitals. Before long they were both in the throes of arousal, involuntarily grinding their hips forward and back, sweating and moaning. They had lost all sense of shyness; only one thing was important at that point. I pulled away long enough to tell Sonja, "I think they're ready." Then to my new sexual conquest, "Heidi, how would you like to lie down on the table? Nate can sit down again and watch me ravish you. This is the moment of truth." "Ogod, here it comes, I'm so ready. This is it, isn't it? Are you sure you want this, Nate? I'm doing it for you. Look at me, my pussy is gushing, my nipples are sticking out, I must be quite a sight." "You're a sight alright", Nate replied. "Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are when you're ready to fuck?" Heidi gave me a long look through lidded eyes, then rolled herself flat on her back on the table, head toward Sonja, waiting for me. I came up on top of her as she expected, in the missionary position, but I didn't penetrate her yet. Instead we shared a big body-to-body hug before I rolled her onto her side facing a fascinated Nate and Sonja, and pulled up behind her. I reached around and fondled her boobs, pinching her nipples and pulling them away from her body into their faces while they watched from inches away. Heidi winced but pushed her lovely ass back against my stiff member. Heidi managed to groan, "I'm ready. Put it in before I lose my nerve, Bart." "Brad." "Oh, sorry, look I hardly know this guy and he's about to go al the way with me!" I moved my hands down to her hips and lifted her upper leg, exposing her open pink gash and my cock right behind it. "Sonja, would you mind inserting my cock into this lovely lady's pussy? I think she wants it." Heidi moaned as Sonja reached over, grasped my stiff cock in her little soft fingers, and pressed it against Heidi's pink slit. I slid up and down a bit, lubricating myself on her juices, then pulled down and aligned myself. Heidi rotated her hips back to help. Sonja pressed again and I was in, that magical feeling. She was tight and not as active as Sonja's energetic hip-grinds, but her subtle movements had a hypnotic effect, soft but firm. I went a little further on each stroke while my new lover looked down at the point of contact as though she couldn't believe it was happening. Sonja exclaimed how beautiful it was watching two people drink in so much pleasure. Heidi changed completely, so absorbed in the moment that she forgot herself, grimacing and groaning. "Nate, look, he's inside me, aaah, he's fucking, fucking me, my pussy, ooh, it's wonderful..." Smooth and tight, Heidi pushed back as I pushed forward, going in deep. Her taut muscles squeezed me on each stroke. She reached behind and pressed a warm hand into my ass, encouraging me. Nate leaned over to experience the point of contact, still idly stroking Sonja's soaked pussy. This was the sort of experience I dreamed about, fucking a willing near-stranger while my girl and other people watched. I flipped Heidi onto her back and entered her missionary style, supporting myself on my arms so that I could watch her boobs vibrate with each hard, abrupt stroke. I leaned down and kissed her lips, holding myself deep inside her while my cock began some involuntary twitching. Almost there, I stopped to recover but stayed inside. Heidi looked at me with a longing stare, murmuring "Spurt inside me, Brad, I want to feel it. I want it all, my husband wants to see it." I lifted her legs into a V for a really deep penetration. A few more glorious heavenly strokes and I was there, releasing wave after wave into her as she thrashed and blushed in her own ecstasy. I had to hold her down by the wrists to keep her from squirming off the table. Thick white fluid began to leak around our point of contact. Nate and Sonja looked on awed and fascinated. When it was over we looked at each other, both surprised at the intensity of what had happened. The look told both of us that we would have to do this again. But now it was Sonja and Nate's turn - Sonja practically swept us back into our seats so that she could pull Nate onto the table, sitting on its edge facing her. She swallowed his cock once more, making him groan and twitch. Then my girl pushed him back and stood on the table straddling him, her curvaceous naked body exposed to everyone in the club. I heard a murmur from the surrounding booths, especially those behind us. Slowly she lowered herself onto Nate's stiff shaft, guiding it into herself as its tip met her labia. An Unusual Girl Ch. 02 "Look, Brad, I'm fucking him for you, you can see it all, his wife can too, he's huge..." Nate groaned as Sonja worked the magic that I knew so well, grinding her hips and swiveling in her unique way, driving him mad with erotic pleasure. She turned to me and ground out her words between strokes. "You like that, Brad, watching - your girl fuck - another guy? You can see it - smell it, feel it. Put your finger on - my clit, drive me to - an orgasm while I pump - his cock." Sonja was going for intensity over stamina, bouncing up and down on a guy who clearly had never experienced such aggressive sex before. She pumped until she came, screaming and stiffening. I think his anxiety, despite his bravado, kept him from ejaculating too soon. She turned around without letting him out and leaned forward to force her tits into his mouth while Heidi and I watched his cock disappearing into her over and over, slick and stiff. Heidi reached over and tentatively let the exposed part slip through her fingers. Then she squeezed. Nate groaned and released into my Sonja, giving me a thrill I didn't expect. Heidi was holding onto my cock with her other hand the whole time, and I nearly ejaculated into it. This was sex in a new way, more open and varied than before, in the mind as much as the genitals. We all sat down again. The nearly-naked waitress came around, refreshed our drinks and told us what an awesome show we had put on, the best one that night in her opinion. Clearly her motivation for working there was for more than just delivering refreshments. She leaned in and tickled the tip of my penis, sticking out through Heidi's tight grip. I looked at Heidi and Sonja, still breathing hard, their naked bodies magnificient in the afterglow of sex. Or perhaps it was my own afterglow that saw them that way. We agreed to meet at Nate and Heidi's the next weekend for more adventures. None of us wanted to limit this to a one-night stand. Nate described more of their fantasies, their months of talk without action - they wanted to try some light bondage, restraining Heidi naked. Sonja said she was willing to try it too. Either of us guys could enter either of them as much as we wanted and they couldn't stop us. Heidi shivered, Sonja looked at Nate through narrowed lids, and the deal was made. But that's another story... An Unusual Girl "But you just..." "Lean over, show everyone why you wore that slutty little dress." Sonja put her hands over her breasts, knowing what would happen, then slid them to her sides stroking her body on the way, and slowly leaned over from the waist. Way over. Of course the little cloth straps bowed out and down, so that we could all see her perfect tits. "Sonja, we can see your tits hanging down. They're beautiful, rich and full. Stay there, I'm sure our guests want a good look." She let Jilly and the boys peek under her dress. I pulled the little straps out further, just to make sure. "Your nipples are already stiff, we can see them poking out from your boobs. Is this little display getting you excited? Kurt and Harold, can you see those boobs that she's showing you right in front of your faces?" The boys assured us that they could see everything, and she had 'awesome titties'. Standing again, her face red with either embarrassment or arousal, Sonja more or less regained her composure. But not for long. "What I see here is a self-confident, poised, well-educated, privileged young girl, but I also see a sexy, willing body. Tonight we're going to forget the rest of that stuff and concentrate on the body. Sonja, I'm going to ask Kurt to untie the straps behind your neck." Kurt stood, Sonja raised up the hair from her neck so that he could reach, and he pulled. The bow I had tied fell apart, but the straps were so light that they just laid there. "Sonja, pull those useless little straps down. I want you topless, I want everyone to see you naked to the waist. Or really, naked to the hips, you have that little skirt of yours riding so low. You will walk around the room and show everyone the result. And, why are your nipples so stiff? We can all see them sticking out." She looked down at one, then the other distended nipple, pulsing with each heartbeat, the beats coming fast and hard. "Brad, you're forcing me to do all these slutty things, it's so embarrassing, they're all staring at me, at my tits." But I knew she secretly loved it. "I don't think you're naked enough yet. Harold, it's your turn. Do you see the three buttons on the side of our lovely victim's skirt? Undo them." "But my skirt will fall off, I'll be naked, they'll see everything. Remember, I'm not wearing any panties!" "Well, Sonja, that's what happens to slutty girls who don't wear panties." Harold did his job, the dress puddled at Sonja's feet, and we finally saw her completely naked. She was a sight, her nipples distended, her crotch soaked, trembling with anticipation, arousal, panic, need. I came up behind her, planted my hands on her hips, and slowly slid them up to just under her boobs. Since I'm quite a bit taller than she is, I could still see everyone's reaction over her head. "I think you need a nice boob massage, and all our guests want to see how smooth and jiggly those boobs are. But first, spread your legs. No, a little more, they'll want to see how your juicy horny cunt reacts." Sonja instinctively felt her crotch, but I reminded her what was going on by gently moving her hand back to her side. She backed up into me and twisted her head into my neck, as though hiding and nuzzling at the same time. I moved my hands up and down, finding the right resonance to make those boobs bounce and sway. My fingers slid up over their cool softness, finding the hard heat in their centers and pinching, rolling, squeezing. "I like fondling your tits, dear, how does it feel?" "Ah, it feels tingly, exciting, sexy. I know I'm being very wicked, letting you fondle me with them here. It's scary, it's fantastic." "Very nice, Sonja, I like you naked in front of our guests. Everybody agree?" Everybody did. I was in danger of losing Sonja's air of vulnerability that so appeals to me. "Hold each person by the shoulders and shake your boobs in their faces." "Oh god, that's so dirty." But she did it, first to Harold, who told her how lovely her tits were, wobbling there, tantalizing him. Kurt told her how shameless she was, but 'in a good way'. She gave me a longer show, so close that her tits grazed my lips. She even showed Jilly, who gushed, "This is so hot, you're so sexy. You're so lucky, you have awesome tits. Brad, thanks so much for letting me in on this. I haven't ever been so turned on." That surprised me a bit, but I supposed it was the whole erotic atmosphere rather than Sonja's body that was getting to her. Indeed, I caught her more than once squeezing those long, bare legs together while Sonja displayed herself, or more precisely while I displayed her. Moving around in front of her I got on my knees, and took one boob in my mouth while I continued to tease the other. I sucked, bit, licked, then traded boobs. Her knees threatened to buckle. When I was finished those knobs looked redder than before; they glistened and pulsated. "Sonja, we like how your tits are red and stiff from being sucked. Now, stick a finger in your cunt and show us whether your fluids are leaking, whether your cunt is getting ready to get fucked." "But I'm not that kind of girl," she wailed. "Yes you are. Now do it." She did it, slowly, sensuously, giving her finger an extra jerk after it was all the way in. That wasn't in her instructions. It came out soaked, of course. She inspected it as if it was from another world, then absently licked it off. I told our audience, "You've gotten some glimpses of my girl's lovely cunt, the center of her sexuality, but I don't think you've gotten a good enough look yet. Sonja, lie down on the rug between our guests. Kurt and Harold, come on down and sit on the floor beside her. And Jilly, you sit too, on this side, right opposite her crotch. We're going to do a little cunt show." The room was so small that our guests' knees were touching Sonja's body. She dutifully reclined on her back, resting her hands behind her head so that her boobs rode up, but squeezed her legs together. I moved in and separated them, kneeling between them, and gently ran my finger along her moist, open slit. She shivered. "Sonja, I can feel the heat in your cunt. This turns you on, doesn't it? Admit it." "Oh god, I'm so completely exposed!" "That's right. Now look at each of our guests while I stroke your sex." She looked; I stroked as her clit slowly revealed itself. I pinched her inner labia between my thumb and fingers, one in each hand, and slowly but firmly pulled them far apart. "Now they can see lots of pink, your cunt lips are all distended, they can even see inside your hole, your entrance to paradise, the place I'm going to fuck." Indeed, little rounded bits of pink living flesh seemed to crowd around the entrance to her vaginal canal. I shivered, thinking how great it was going to feel to slide my cock in there. I rubbed those lips together, and slid a pair of fingers into her while I teased her stiff clit with the other hand. "This is what I did on the beach, with those two boys watching, the day Sonja and I met." She groaned and spread her legs further. We could see drops of moisture appearing; little involuntary hip-grinds told me Sonja was nearly there. I kissed her right at her hole, pushing my tongue in as far as it would go, which isn't nearly far enough, and swirling her clit with it. After I withdrew, we watched her cunt settle back into its open but relaxed position, and heard her say, "Oh Brad, I'm so ready, do it now." "Do what?" "You know..." "Say it." "Oh shit, fuck me, fuck me. I don't care that they're all looking. Is that what you want? Did you all hear?" "Well, all right, if you insist..." I stood and on a whim asked Jilly to take off my pants while I pulled off my shirt. She couldn't resist squeezing my cock as it appeared; it had already been painfully stiff for quite a while. "Look, Sonja, one of our guests has found something interesting. She's stroking it, but I'm saving it for you." I had Sonja sit up and fed it to her. She looked at it in a peculiar, curious way, pulled down on it with both hands, and slipped its distended head into her mouth. Her tongue made love to me on the top, the bottom, the head, everywhere. I don't know where she learned, but she was very good. I told our guests, "Sonja's sucking my cock, she's a shameless cock-sucker, what a slutty thing to do with other guys around." She looked up at me, but kept going. I couldn't last much longer, with the things Sonja was doing to me. I pulled away, stood her up and came in behind her, bent my legs a bit, and slid my moist, stiff member through the little space between her legs at the crotch. She looked down to see my erect cock sticking out as though it was growing out through her muff. "Sonja, I see you have a new appendage. Masturbate it for us." She looked down and protested, "But it's your cock, they're all staring, you're..." "Show us what you would do if it was your clit." Sonja hesitated, reached down, and began rolling the tip of my cock in her little fingertips. "Brad, this is so nasty, I can feel your cock against my cunt lips." "It's about to get nastier." I sat back on the couch, my ass up on the edge of the seat, my erection pointing straight up. "Come over here, Sonja, and prepare to get fucked." "We're actually going to do it? Right now?" She stood naked, aroused, ready. So beautiful, so vulnerable. I motioned her to straddle my legs, and she lowered herself slowly onto my shaft. I had her hold her cunt open with her hand, so everyone could see. Just as my helmet contacted her retracted inner lips I had her stop and announced, "Sonja is about to get impaled, she's been waiting for this moment for weeks." Slowly, slowly my cock disappeared inside her; holding onto her hips I controlled the penetration. After I was well seated inside her, our pubic bushes merging, I turned her around and spread her legs with my hands. "I want everyone to see everything, Sonja, how you fuck and let other people watch. Now describe for us what you're doing, what you're feeling." Sonja shivered, grabbed my knees with her hands, and lifted herself up and down, up and down on my cock. "Can everybody see how I'm taking him in? It feels so, so great, he fills me up. Oh, he's going in, it feels heavenly. He's coming out, I can see how slick he is with my juices. He's going in again..." Jilly, entranced, moved forward and sat herself on the floor right in front of the act, between my legs. The guys moved in too, watching the little red ring of flesh appear and disappear as she worked herself out and in. I felt that I'd never been so stiff. After only a few strokes I had to stop her to keep from spritzing right away. I moved her to the center of the room, on her hands and knees. "That's right, I'm going to fuck you from behind, and they'll see your tits swinging. They'll jiggle with every stroke." I slid in easily. Sonja moaned, cried, cooed, touched the point of contact with one finger. "Ah, you're fucking me good, don't stop." I nearly came again. When I turned around I found the two guys gaping, as expected, but Jilly had taken off her little top, both her hands resting tightly in the crotch of her tiny pants. She had practically no boobs, just two soft spots where her ribs no longer protruded, but her nipples were a surprise. With just the thinnest rim of aureoles, they jumped out impossibly far, meaty and wide, as though making up for the lack of surrounding flesh. They were obviously as erect as they would ever get. Seeing an opportunity, I admonished her, "Jill! We can all see your naked tits! Is that something you do in mixed company?" Jilly gave me a deer-in-the-headlights stare, but before she could answer I told her what a scandal that was, how shameless she was, and asked the two guys to come over and sit on either side of her to cover her nakedness with their hands; one put his hand on one small breast and the other on the other. I thought they would just hold their hands there, but they worked her distended nipples until she started breathing faster. I had to call a halt, to continue my seduction, but Jilly stayed topless and aroused. "OK, Sonja, how would you like me to fuck you now?" "Any way, I need you inside me, this time don't stop." "Jilly, how should I fuck her?" "Me?! Uh, put her on her back, pound her hard, real hard." Sonja stretched out on the floor in front of Jilly and the boys, raised her legs in a V over her shoulders so we could see her raw, gaping cunt, and pulled me down on her. I slid in again easily, supporting myself on my extended arms, and pumped furiously. Indeed, I could hit her really hard at the end of the in-strokes with her hips braced against the floor. She dug her fingernails into my ass, forcing me in as far as possible, over and over. Moaning and screaming, everything else was forgotten, only that feeling in her cunt remained, radiating out to her whole body and mine. She looked down at my pulsating cock, convulsed, and climaxed. I felt that heat spreading across me, felt her muscles squeezing rhythmically on my cock, and I came. We embraced, still coupled. "Wow, that was so beautiful, I wish someone would do that to me," Jilly moaned. Now it was my turn to be surprised. Sonja heard and whispered, "Go ahead, Brad, I want to see everything, I know it's perverted but I want it. Don't clean up, slide that slippery thing inside her." "Sonja says it's ok, Jilly, but you're not naked yet. Boys, take those tiny little shorts off of her and kiss her tits, one on each side." Kurt and Harold were happy to oblige. They sat her down on my couch and got started on her. Jilly made up in enthusiasm what she lacked in physical equipment. In seconds she was squirming, pulling the boys' faces into her tits, her head back, her legs writhing. I reached up, still inside Sonja, and slid a finger up her tight little twat. She was already soaked. "Jilly, you'll have to get me hard again. Sonja has me fucked out." Sonja gave my slimy cock a squeeze as I stood up in front of Jilly, who reached out and wrapped her thin fingers around my glistening, half-hard cock, then leaned forward and slid it into her mouth, with the boys still working on her tits. Obviously she had no experience with this, but she learned fast. When I was ready, I knelt down in front of her, spread her bony knees apart, pulled her to the edge of the couch, and ran my cock up and down along her smooth lips. She cried "Do it!", grabbed my cock, and seated it at her opening. Then with her other hand she pulled on my ass. Everyone watched me slide in, Sonja moving in with an arm around me and her tits straddling my side. Jilly was smooth but very tight. On the first stroke, of magic and discovery, she nearly screamed, "Oh! That's SO GOOD!" I suspected then that I was her first. Later she told me that she had lost her virginity to a brush handle in her own hands, that she had a hard time attracting boys. She was ashamed, masturbated a lot, and fantasized even more. Sonja surprised me again. When I penetrated Jilly she was ecstatic, cooing in my ear, "Brad, that is so hot, it's beautiful. I've never watched two people fuck before but I think about it every day." She wrapped a soft hand around my balls and gently massaged as I worked in and out of a writhing, panting Jilly. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock and squeezed each time I went in, her hand sandwiched between my pubic hair and Jilly's sparse bush. Finally Jilly removed that hand, growling "Fuck me deep, I'm almost there." Managing to push everyone else away, she screamed to a climax. Her hips shot forward, she grimaced like she was going to die, and her cunt grabbed my cock so hard I couldn't move it at the peak of each spasm. When the spasms ceased she looked at me with her desperate stare, her trademark look, and exclaimed, "You haven't come yet. Keep pumping, I want to feel it." I pumped, the feeling welled up again, my sperm shot into her. Sonja pulled me out while I was still spurting, one shot winding up on Jilly's belly and the rest in Sonja's mouth. She sucked until there was nothing more, then looked up at me, white foam gathered around her lips, and slurred, "You are the sexiest man I can imagine. We're going to have a lot of dirty fun." I decided I liked group sex, especially with Sonja sitting on my lap, still naked, gently massaging my flaccid cock. At the end Harold kissed Jilly on the mouth, told her how wonderful she was, and promised to see her again. I think that for him, her intense sexuality trumped her limited body. We all cleaned up and got dressed. The boys got juicy kisses from both girls, and left. The next morning, lying together naked in my bed, face-to-face, I asked Sonja whether I had pushed her too far. She pulled her head back and exclaimed, "Brad, I know I have unusual needs, most guys are revolted, or mystified, or both. That was the hottest experience of my life, more than I could have dreamed, the way you took charge, stripped me, showed me to everyone, fucked me silly right in front of them. I was the center of attention, the sex object. I crave being a sex object, at least for a while. It was so intense, sometimes I nearly lost it. What happened afterward was only because you set up that super-erotic atmosphere, it was even hotter because I knew you didn't plan it. I know I'm a little crazy, wanting you to do another girl right in front of me, but I needed that too." A bony hand reached in from behind me. It squeezed my cock, and I heard "Now fuck us again." From both of them.