5 comments/ 47102 views/ 5 favorites All Out By: suzie3w "Sharon!" I yelled. "What the fuck?" I was truly shocked at what I saw when I turned to look at the couple in the back seat. Sharon had Trevor's penis out of his pants and was playing with it. I hadn't noticed before since I hadn't looked back very much, and when I did it was so dark outside I couldn't see anything but dimly lit faces. But I had looked back as we neared more well-lit areas, getting closer to town, and Trevor's lap drew my attention immediately. Sharon didn't seem to be embarrassed at being caught playing with her boyfriend's penis. They had been dating for nearly a year, but I never knew them to have sex in public before. "Oh, Stef," Sharon said to me, "He's really enjoying himself. Besides, I can't keep my hands off his dick. Just look at it!" I was looking. I couldn't take my eyes off of it, and then she held it by the base, wiggling it just a little, showing it off to me. It did look pretty impressive. Meanwhile, Jake was trying to drive while adjusting the mirror so he could see the back seat. When he ran a wheel off the road he got our attention. "Hey, careful," I said. "Don't kill us all." Jake and I had known each other for a while, but this was only our third official date. Things hadn't gotten too far between us yet. We hadn't been alone at all on our second date, but I was thinking tonight could end up happy for both of us. "I can't see what's going on back there." Jake said. "I'm just playing with Trevor's dick." she answered. No, Sharon wasn't at all embarrassed. "And he's enjoying the hand job." "Oh, yeah," Trevor mumbled. "Stef," Sharon continued. "If you reach over I'll bet you can find a hard on in Jake's pants." We nearly ran off the road again with that comment. I then realized that I was sitting sideways in the seat with one hand on Jake's chest as he drove with one hand, and his other hand had come to rest on my leg, under my skirt. Suddenly it seemed a little tense in the front seat as well. I gasped at Sharon's comment, and I think Jake did, too, but we didn't quit touching. In fact, I felt Jake's hand grip my leg harder, and I wondered if her comment was true. "Sharon, you're terrible!" I teased. I was no angel, but basically a "good girl." I wasn't feeling like a good girl at this moment, though. Still watching Sharon play with the hard dick in the back seat, I felt Jake's hand slide slightly higher up my leg. I also noticed that my pussy was tingling, and I thought that this opportunity to find out if Sharon was right was too good to pass up. My hand began sliding down Jake's chest and across his stomach. I felt him take in a gasp of air as I reached his belt, and the car slowed down. I felt a bulge as soon as I was below his belt. I moved my hand over top of the bulge and pressed down, to make sure what it was. As Jake let out a low groan I knew I was right. As I squeezed his dick the back seat got even more interesting. Sharon bent over, her face in Trevor's lap. I heard slurping, and Jake and I both knew what was going on, though I couldn't quite believe it. Sharon tried to position herself so that I could see what she was doing. It wasn't easy for her, but I did catch an occasional look at the erection and her lips or tongue working on it. She pulled off as she looked at me and smiled, but kept pumping, then lowered her head again. In just a few moments, Trevor threw his head back on the seat and started groaning, He thrust his hips up hard twice, then mostly settled down. Sharon had her mouth on him, and was making some noises herself, as well as gasping for air. I thought I knew what had happened, but couldn't quite believe it until she pulled herself off him and again smiled at me. This time a white creamy liquid was on her lips, and filled her mouth. She swallowed as if doing it for me. When I looked down at Trevor's dick I saw more of the cream, and a few drops were still oozing out of the tip. Sharon squeezed the shaft to force a couple more drops out. "Oh my God," was all I could say. Sharon just smiled, and began to wipe them both off. I turned around and put my head on Jake's shoulder, holding on tightly to his dick as I thought about it and the scene in the back seat. It seemed like just minutes when we pulled into the driveway. "Is his dick hard?" Sharon asked. Jake laughed nervously, and I awoke from my dream-like state and said, "Yeah" as I squeezed it again. "Is it out of his pants?" She asked. I was thinking again now, and was surprised at her question. She was always blunt, and sexual topics were no exception, but I still surprised. When I told her no, she said, "Well, take it out! It's no use in his pants." "Sharon!" I exclaimed. "Come on," she said. "Trevor's is still out - and pretty hard, I might add. In fact, I'm going to make him walk inside with it out, and I think Jake should, too." Jake laughed nervously again. He didn't seem to object. I thought to myself that I certainly would like to see his dick, and feel it, as hot as recent events had made me. And if Jake had no problem with it, it didn't hurt me any. I started feeling around for the top of his zipper, and started tugging it down. I fully expected him to object. I'm not sure why. I had to reach my other hand over to his lap to work the zipper down, and that showed Sharon what I was doing. "Thatta girl," she cheered on from the back. "Take it out." I was embarrassed, both being cheered on and having an audience, even though they weren't really watching. But it was Jake whom I figured should be the embarrassed one, and he wasn't complaining, so I reached inside his pants, wrapped my hand around his hard shaft, and wrestled it out of his pants into the open. "Okay!" I said as if I had accomplished something great. "Oh, goodie!" Sharon squealed. "Let me see." She thrust herself up over the front seat, nearly banging my head with hers, until she could see into Jake's lap, where his erection stuck straight up into the air. "Oh, yes," she drooled. "Now, leave it there, and let's go on into the house." I was confused about the guys walking in with a hard-on sticking out in front of them. Really? But it wasn't mine, so I said nothing. Sharon's door opened first, followed closely by Trevor's, who had his dick sticking obscenely out of his pants. They were both out of the car by the time Jake had his door open, and Trevor stood there smiling as Jake slowly got out. That was a very odd scene to see both big guys with their big erections sticking out, laughing, looking, trying not to look, and making damn sure their dicks never came close to touching. I watched it from inside the car, almost forgetting that I had to get out, too. "Come on," Sharon said, opening my door, and we all walked to the front door. I was hoping the neighbors couldn't see, but again, it wasn't my house, so why should I care? Just as we got in the door another car pulled up in the driveway. We recognized it as Paul's car, and there were two couples in it as well. "Don't you dare put those cocks away!" Sharon gruffly said to the guys, then went to greet the new arrivals. Cindy was out of the car and spoke first. "We saw your car go past and wondered what you guys were doing." I wasn't sure how we were going to get rid of them, with two naked dicks inside waiting for us, but Sharon took over. "Come on in," she said, much to my surprise. I backed in the door, seeing confusion in the guys' faces as they stood behind the kitchen bar, seemingly normal. I greeted our guests as they came in, Sharon coming in last. Sharon spoke above the clatter of small talk. "You came at just the right time. Our guys have something to show you." She looked over at the now shy-looking guys and said, "Come on out from behind there. Come on, show them what we've been doing." Trevor moved first, then motioned for Jake to follow. As he stepped out from behind the half wall there was quite a mixture of gasps and laughter, followed by a little applause. "Holy Cow!" Tara said. "What the hell?" asked Cindy. The new guys said nothing. They were more in shock than anyone. "They do put on an impressive show, don't they?" Sharon asked. There was general agreement mumbled, but no one moved. "Now," Sharon began, "If you guys are going to stay... and have some fun... we need to see... some more dicks." We looked at the four newcomers, and they looked at each other. Then at Sharon. A quick glance at the rest of us didn't help, so they looked at each other again. Finally Cindy and Tara began to smile, as if they were okay with some more flesh to be exposed. Paul and Ben looked at each other for a long moment, then Paul moved a hand slowly toward his zipper. My God, I couldn't believe what was happening. "No, no, no," Sharon said, stopping everything. I was really confused now. "The girls have to take the cocks out. We took ours out, now you take yours out." She was speaking to the other girls, as if they had ownership of the dicks. Sharon was very forceful. She was definitely in charge. Where had this come from? Usually soft spoken and easy-going, she suddenly sounded more like a drill sergeant barking orders. And her expressions were even more forceful. She didn't seem like someone you should argue with. The others seemed to agree. Almost in unison, Cindy and Tara looked at each other, then took a step toward the guys and looked at them. Seeing nothing to stop them they reached a hand toward the zippers and slowly lowered them. Bulges were forming in their pants. "Now take them out," Sharon said to the girls as they hesitated. Each girl reached inside her guy's pants and found his erection, Cindy looking at Paul the whole time, Tara not able to look Ben in the eye. When they brought their hands out clutching on to a penis, all eyes were taking turns looking only at that. I couldn't say they were erections. Not soft, they had begun to harden, but the guys seemed too nervous to have full-fledged erections. Right on cue, Sharon spoke up. "Come on guys, those aren't very hard. We want erections. Hard, stiff, and long. Girls, make 'em hard!" She said this as if signaling the start of a race, but Cindy and Tara immediately began squeezing and stroking their guy's members until they seemed hard as rocks. "That's great," cheered Sharon. "Now what do we do them?" asked Tara. I'm not sure if she was asking meekly or if she was horny, but Sharon seemed to be the leader. "Anyone thirsty?" she asked. It seemed an odd question, but we all realized our throats had gone dry with the excitement. "Guys," she continued, "Get us some drinks and bring them over." We followed Sharon's lead as she went into the living room and sat. The guys soon were gingerly serving us soft drinks, with their hard dicks leading the way. They seemed to accept the situation. Hell, they seemed to enjoy it. Exposing themselves in front of four girls, being played with, and the anticipation of even better things yet to happen. "Oh, Trevor, I need more ice," Sharon said, and he quickly went back to the kitchen and returned with more ice, while all of us watched his erection dance in front of him. "Anyone else need anything?" Sharon asked. Tara said, "Don't you have some alcohol to put in this?" and Ben started toward the bar. Sharon stopped him. "No, take her drink, and add the booze over there." We quickly caught on that the idea was to make the guys keep walking around in front of us, while we enjoyed the sight of their bouncing dicks, one at time. We sent them on various "errands" for a while, watching the entertainment as it wiggled in front of us. The erections stayed strong, evidently excited by the girls watching so intently, but as a thank you for what ever task they performed we would stroke it a little when he was done. Sharon, as usual, led the way. She was the first to reach out and grab a dick that wasn't "hers." "Stop here a second, Paul," she said as Paul walked past her. She reached out and took a firm hold of his shaft, stroking it three times to our amazement and Paul's pleasure. This seemed to take things to a new level. Now, any penis that came by was fair game to touch and play with. The "errands" stopped as the guys were basically passed from one girl to the next, who thoroughly examined their dicks, making each of them rock hard and turning a deeper color. We sat more or less in a line, on the couch and chairs. I was fondling Trevor's dick, and each girl had someone else's. "Switch!" Sharon instructed, and we all looked at her questioningly. "Each guy move down one girl," she continued, motioning in one direction. The guys did as they were told, and Sharon continued, "Ben needed a break or he was going to explode. We don't want that yet, okay girls?" I had some experience with guys and sex, but I wasn't sure if I could tell too well right before they would cum. I thought I would have to be careful and pay attention. I definitely paid attention to the dicks that paraded in front of me, as Sharon would call out "Switch" every couple minutes and the guys would continue down the line. I examined each penis carefully as I stroked it, surprised at how similar they were, but concentrating on the differences between them. The one that stood out as most different was Paul's, as he was uncircumcised. It looked very similar when erect, but the skin slid easily over the head when I would stroke it. I was hypnotized by this action, the head disappearing each time I slid my hand forward, pulling his skin over the tip, then the bright pink -or red - head would come sticking out obscenely as I pulled my hand back, drawing back the skin. Watching the head pop in and out of hiding was very entertaining to me. But we were only getting a minute or two with each guy at a time. They needed lots of breaks to keep them from cumming. Jake and Paul had nearly identically sized dicks. Ben's was nearly the same length but felt slightly thinner, and Trevor's was slightly longer than the others. Nothing, though, that set any of them apart, except for Paul's uncut one. That was a bit of a surprise, as I remembered one guy I gave a hand job to a few months before who was significantly smaller than these guys. It was a real joy to me to feel these throbbing muscles, stroking each one, trying to feel each of them to find differences, examining them in every way. Increasingly I felt my pussy getting wet. I was very turned on at the constant touching of these penises, and seeing them pointed directly at my face. I started thinking of them exploding cum all over my face, coating me from my eyes to my mouth. I had never wanted this before. In fact, it disgusted me to think of that happening - until tonight. Now I got a thrill and a tingle in my pussy just thinking about it suddenly happening. I was stroking Trevor's throbbing meat, thinking that this couldn't go on much longer. Although they had many breaks, the guys had to be dying to cum. I knew they couldn't last much longer. Suddenly Sharon barked another order. "Okay, girls, take the cock in your hand and lick it. Then put it in your mouth." Without even thinking I followed her order. I reached my tongue out to lick the head, then let my mouth engulf his dick. I didn't even think much of what I was doing until that point. I sucked on it for just a few moments until I heard Sharon yell, "Stop!" We looked around, and I realized that we had stopped before anyone could cum. By the reactions of the guys, it wasn't a moment too soon. "Okay," Sharon said, "Switch again, and suck those cocks 'til they cum in your mouth." By this time I was so turned on that I tingled with anticipation and glee at the thought, though I had never let anyone cum in my mouth before. I grabbed onto the next dick in line - Ben's - and stuffed it eagerly into my mouth. I engulfed it as deeply as I could in one motion, and began sucking hard. My tongue swirled around the head as my hand held it by the base, squeezing it and sliding up and down slightly. Perhaps 15 seconds passed before I felt Ben's dick swell and his hips thrust forward driving him deeper into my mouth. Suddenly my mouth was filled with a warm substance, shooting hard into the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly, but he kept shooting cum into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but the cum came much more quickly and it accumulated in my cheeks. Without even thinking, I was determined to empty his cock of his cum without letting go. My hand kept squeezing his base as he noisily spasmed shot after shot into me. I felt cum leaking out of my mouth and dripping down my lips as I no longer felt his cum shooting into me. I held him in my mouth as I kept trying to swallow what was inside. It was difficult to swallow with a mouth full of dick, but I did my best. My hand began stroking further up his dick, milking more cum out of his shaft. Eventually he pulled himself out of my mouth, though I held on and continued to milk the cum, even licking it off his tip. I kept swallowing, but the thickness of the goo was difficult to get down, and I was beginning to get tired of the process. I hadn't even thought of what it tasted like. All the guys had cum very quickly once we got the order. The last guy to cum was Trevor, as Tara sucked him off. I heard him groaning out his climax just about the time Ben finished shooting his load into my mouth. We looked around at each other with grins that were both sheepish and excited Each of us had cum dripping from her mouth, but Cindy had globs of cum on her cheek and on her chin. It looked to me that she was the only one who pulled her guy out while he was still spurting hard. The girls just sat there, looking at each other and at the softening dicks in front of them and all around. The guys evidently started feeling awkward, and they sort of slunk off to the kitchen or bathroom to clean themselves up. When they came back a minute or two later, I don't think any of us girls had moved, except for wiping off our mouths. We smiled at the guys, and they smiled nervously back. "We, uh, had better get going," Jake said, mostly to me but really to everyone. They all mumbled "Thanks" in one way or another as they rushed toward the door after we said goodbye. We didn't stand up and they didn't seem to want a kiss for some reason. They were in a hurry to get away. I sat there without moving, feeling a burning in my belly, my head in a whirl trying to sort out what had happened. My pussy was in need of attention, but not in front of the others. Before I could think of what to do, Cindy got up and quickly headed to the bathroom. "She's going to get herself off," I thought jealously. Then I looked over to Sharon and saw that her hand was down the waistband of her pants, obviously playing with her pussy right there in front of us. Seeing that, surprised as I was, I could not help myself. Wearing a skirt made it easier for me. I placed my hand under my skirt and reached up to my pussy. I quickly pushed my fingers under my panties and parted my pussy lips. A finger went into my vagina and I sighed with relief. Two fingers now pushed in and out quickly, and I found my clit as well. In less than a minute I was cumming with great relief. When I finished I saw Sharon looking at me happily, and then we watched Tara, who was finishing herself off. Cindy came back in the room just as Tara was cumming, so all of us watched her. We gave her applause when she was done, which made for a hearty laugh for us all. Yes, even Tara, eventually. We didn't, however, stay around to talk much about it. That would come later, if at all. As I left, I thought about the incredible evening. Never would I have believed that I would do such a thing in a group setting, and simply because Sharon told me to. I was amazed at myself, thankful for such an intense experience, and I decided that I was going to spend more time around Sharon. What in the world would she come up with next? All Over Tan I am amongst other things a nudist. But I can't go to the resort as often as I would like to or need to especially in the spring to get my "all over" tan. Since I am also a farmer's wife, I live in the country and do not have any near by neighbors; at least none that can see our place from theirs and we live off the road and back in the woods. The lane isn't all that long, but usually I can hear anyone coming before they are in sight. This usually allows for the privacy that I need to get and keep my tan. On this particular day in the spring, a little over a year ago, I was in the back yard working on my "all over" tan when I must have fallen asleep. I know I couldn't have been asleep for long, but when I awoke the meter reader for the electric company was sitting in his truck only about 20 some feet from me. Knowing that he had already most likely seen me too, I pretended to still be sleeping. Shortly he got out of his truck and walked by me to the meter. He had to come within about 2 feet of me to get to the meter. Once he had passed me I couldn't watch what he was doing as I was facing the opposite way. I could only imagine that he was looking at me. It didn't really concern me as he had already walked past me, and I was on my stomach so he couldn't really see anything but my back and of course my ass. My ass isn't very large. Not at all what is considered sexy by most men. He stayed for a long time. I tried to remain motionless, but it eventually became obvious to me that he must be either watching me and maybe waiting for me to "wake up", so what could I do. I wasn't exactly embarrassed to be naked, but it wasn't something that had ever happened to me before and I hadn't been sure how he would react. I finally acted as though I had just woken up because I didn't want to get a sunburn and that was a possibility this early in spring. When I did, I of course was facing the truck, so I acted alarmed at seeing it. And turned towards the door to the house. Which is also where the meter was. He had a huge smile on his face and said, "Good morning, beautiful." That thrilled me. I could see that he meant it. I said "I guess you don't mind how I am dressed." And I let my hands drop to my sides that I had been using to trying to hide my breast and pussy. He assured me that he didn't. We talked about how boring his job usually was and how much this brightened his day. We also talked about the fact that I was a nudist. By the time that he got back to his truck, I would say that we had become friends. It didn't even matter that I was naked and he was clothed. We chatted for a for a while longer and then he left after looking me over to his hearts content. He also told me that he wouldn't mind catching me again. That hadn't happened until this morning. That is what made me decide to write this story. When he pulled up this morning, he didn't just wait for me to "wake up" he whistled really loud. Letting me know that he was there and that he was glad to see me again. Some how having the meter reader catch me is much sexier than going to the nudist resort. Again he didn't touch me or even take off his clothes, but we did chat, and I think I made his day again. Reading meters might be a very boring job, but I guess I don't mind making his day a little nicer. And just so I don't get a lot of questions about it, I have told my husband and he just laughed. He said "Shit happens." I wonder how he would have felt if it had been him and it was a female meter reader? At least he would have only have had to cover up his penis, but I bet that would have been funny to watch. I guess I will never know, but I did ask if there were female meter readers, and my friend said that there was. All-Over Tan John was looking forward to this vacation for quite a while. The 2 months since he had broken up with Jen were very stressful, between losing her and his extra-long workweeks. He was ready to just hit the beach, and let it all melt away, no distractions, no head games. "Mexico, here I come!" he thought as he packed his bag. As soon as he got to the resort, he felt better. But the central "social" area was the pool, which made it way too busy for his intended relaxation. Watching the college-aged girls running around in micro-bikinis was nice, but it just wasn't what he was looking for. He wanted to relax, and let the sun burn out all the stress and sadness inside him all these months, and all the booming dance music, and too-loud sorority/fraternity types weren't helping. That evening at the bar, he struck up a conversation with a couple of the young women that worked at the resort, and asked if there were any "quiet corners" where someone could just sunbathe, read, and relax. One of them, a bubbly blonde named Vicki, suggested an area called the Solarium, a patio of sorts on top of a big rocky hill at the west end of the resort. She told him with a crooked smile that he'd have "no problems just hanging out" over there, to which a couple of the other girls giggled a bit. Vicki had honest eyes, though, so John trusted her suggestion. It also helped that she and her friends were all young, fit, happy types who seemed to enjoy the fact that John wasn't hitting on them, like every other guy in the place. After a couple of drinks, and some dancing with the girls, John called it a fairly early night. The next day, John made his way over to the Solarium to check it out. It really was remote; way off in the corner of the resort, far away from the pool, the restaurants, and anywhere else there would be activities going on. It was perfect, quiet, and off where most people didn't venture. When he got to the top, he saw three of the same girls he spoke with catching rays, totally naked. In fact, all five of the people there, the three girls, and two of the men who worked at the resort, were all sunbathing in the nude. Vicki caught his eye, waved, and smiled. Without ogling, he got a good look at her firm, tan body. She had firm, small breasts with nice tan puffy nipples, and a tight athletic body. She was all natural down below, and droplets of her suntan oil glistened in her pubic hair. He waved back, and trying to look smooth found an open lounge chair. Taking a breath, John slipped off his swim trunks, and joined them. Surprisingly, his stress level dropped even more with his trunks, and he felt even better. As he laid his towel on the chair, he noticed one of the girls, a dark-haired local girl they called CeCe, sneaking a peek, so he played along, and turned towards her as he straddled the chair and sat down, letting his cock flop down between his legs. As he rubbed on his suntan lotion, he once again caught her peering over her sunglasses, so he massaged some lotion over his cock and balls, making sure she had a good view of it all. She looked him in the eye, and winked. They stole glances, and played the parts, her rubbing oil over her breasts, he spreading his legs apart just right for her to see, for a while, but for the most part John just relaxed, and soaked up the sun. After a couple of days at the Solarium, John was looking and feeling like he belonged. He had a great tan, and had no problems just relaxing and chatting with the pretty young women and men who frequented the Solarium. They all hung around with him at the bar nights, drinking and dancing, and he had dinner with them and their friends a couple of times. CeCe and he still played their little exhibitionist games, but nothing more. John was feeling good, and very relaxed, and enjoying his time with his new friends. Towards the end of the week, when he arrived up at the Solarium, he was surprised to be alone. Oh, well, must be some excursion they all went to, he thought, no problem... After an hour or so, a couple arrived to join him. He had noticed them at the bar a couple of times; early 30's, he was tall, lean, and dark-haired, she was very athletically built, with short red hair and pretty green eyes. He couldn't help watching them out of the corner of his eye while they undressed and put on lotion, as they were very attractive together. They were both completely shaved, which revealed her tight little pussy, and his huge manhood. John had heard shaving made your cock look bigger, maybe that was proof. Their white tan lines were stark against the rest of their skin, which was very dark after a few days at the pool. As she bent to lay her towel on her chair, John noticed her perfect, firm, round ass, with a thong tan line. He realized he was starting to stare a bit, so he went back to reading his book. After an hour or so, John heard the woman. "Excuse me?" she said, "I'm Carla. My husband has fallen asleep, and I don't want to wake him. Can you help me with my lotion? I need to turn over before I burn." John seemed hesitant, so she assured him, "He won't wake up, but if he does he won't have a problem, we trust each other completely. Don't worry." She smiled at him, green eyes sparkling, so John got up and walked over. By this time of the week, he was pretty used to talking to naked strangers, while also being naked, so he thought nothing of the once over he got from her eyes as he stood next to her chair. She handed him the lotion, and turned over onto her stomach. As she did so, John stole a glance of her pussy and ass from behind. They glistened with a light sheen of sweat and tanning lotion in the hot sun. He knelt down next to her, and started to apply the lotion to her shoulders and back. John worked the lotion slowly across her toned torso. He could feel that she didn't have any fat at all on her tight little body. Her arms were toned and muscular, without being large, no sign of any middle-age looseness there. He moved down to her legs, which were lean and powerful, like an athlete's would be; she obviously spent a lot of time on her body. He could massage this woman all day, he thought. He was just finishing up on her well-muscled calves, when he felt her stir a little bit. "Don't forget my bum!" she giggled. She playfully wiggled her bottom at him. He moved up to her tan little bottom, which was firm and round; he could see why she wore a thong. He thought to himself that it was possibly the most perfect ass he'd ever seen. He ran his hands gently over each cheek, spreading the smooth lotion, and doing his best not to lean down and kiss or bite them. "Make sure you get it all, and my inner thighs," she whispered. He stopped for a second as she spread her legs slightly further apart, and he could see her puckered little ass, light brown against her white thong tan line, and a gloriously wet pussy. "Go on," she said, "It's OK." He rubbed the lotion onto her muscular thighs, and moved upward. "Mmmm," she cooed as he lightly slid a lotion-covered finger between her ass cheeks, and along the crease of her thigh. "I have to confess, I've been mentally undressing you all week," she whispered softly. She arched her ass upward, and moaned softly, spreading her legs wider. He gently continued to rub the lotion over her cheeks, and teased her ever-wetter pussy with light strokes of his fingers. He rubbed a good dollop of lotion on his hands, and slowly slipped a finger into her tight ass. She shuddered and moaned as he worked his finger more deeply inside. With his other had, he worked lotion over her soaked pussy, playing with the lips, and tickling her clit. As he slid three slick fingers inside her, she gasped a bit. He curled his finger inside, and flicked at her g-spot, and she started to quiver a bit. He could see she was almost ready to cum, so he flicked faster, and pulled his finger quickly from her ass, replacing it with his tongue. As he lapped at her hole, she shook into orgasm. Her pussy tightened around his fingers, and she bit down on her towel to stifle a scream. After five or six god hard spasms, she collapsed onto her chair, and moaned softly. John removed his wet fingers, and rubbed them over her ass and thighs. Her juices shined on her skin in the sun, and he leaned down and lapped them up, kissing her beautiful ass as he did so. She looked back at him and smiled lazily. "Ooh, that's what I want," she whispered, and reached and grabbed a hold of his hardening cock, pulling Jim towards her. "The resort girls were right about your nice big dick," she said with a playful smirk. As she lightly stroked him, and played with his balls, she giggled again, and said, "Jim, do you want to get in on this?" To John's shock, her husband was not asleep, he had been watching them! He sat up, and smiled, and said, "Looks like he could use some lotion too, he's getting red." Jim came over and drizzled some lotion over his wife's hand, which was slowly stroking John's cock. He took hold of his wife's hand, and joined in stroking. John did not stop him; it felt good. Once he was good and hard, Carla took the head of John's rod into her mouth, and tickled it with her tongue as Jim continued to stroke. She grabbed hold of Jim's enormous cock as well, and started to pump at it much more vigorously than she had John's. Watching her sucking him, and hearing Jim moan as she stroked him, John was ready to explode. Carla felt him start to quiver a bit, and grabbed his cock with her other hand, pumping feverishly. She knelt at the feet of both John and Jim, and stroked both of them, faster and faster. When Jim moaned, and started to shoot his load across her face and tits, John couldn't stand it. His cock jerked, and shot streams of cum into Carla's mouth, across her pretty face, and all over her breasts and stomach. Carla smiled and laughed, and rubbed their mixed cum across her perfect little tits, which glistened in the midday sun, as more cum dripped slowly from her chin. She smiled, licked her lips, and drew them both in closer with a yank on their dripping rods. She took both of their spent cocks into her mouth, and sucked them clean, giggling her approval. "Now there's the lotion I like best!" she purred, as she rubbed their cocks together. Right about then, they heard someone approaching. Before they could react, Vicki cleared the top of the steps to the Solarium. She laughed heartily upon seeing them, Carla covered in cum, holding John and Jim's spent cocks. "I see you three have met!" she laughed. "How about a picture as a souvenir?" "That's a great idea!" Carla piped in. "Our camera is in my bag. Can you get it out for me? I don't want to get anything on it." "Sure thing." Vicki grabbed the camera, and turned to them. "I think this picture is perfect just like that, so hold that pose." she said, and snapped the photo. That was the last John saw of Carla and Jim, as they were leaving the next day. They sent him a copy of the picture via email, and when he feels lonely or stressed, he takes a look, and remembers the vacation when he got his first all-over tan... All Over the News I only write stories when something happens. I actually did try and write some that were my idea of erotic but somehow they always sounded fake to me. Well, something happened, although there was nothing erotic about it at all, really. At least not as I write this. For those who haven't read my stories, I will try my best to make this stand alone. I am a Doctor, some have commented that they think I am not but the truth is I did go to nursing school, then on to pre-med, and finally became a GP. My initial plan was to just become a registered nurse, the simple fact is that back then the money just was not available to go on to finish the schooling. But I also bought a home, and opportunity came along and I bought another. Real estate exploded, I sold one and took financing on the other, then found myself at age 32 with a document. Just seven short years later I lost my friend Lee, for some reason I still do not understand she named me as her heir. It was a lot of capital, more than I could even really use to be honest. So much that every year I just donate large amounts of it, perhaps some deep down feeling of guilt at not having earned it? Actually I also went to secretarial school early on, but I hated that, even though that part added to the whole and caused me to end up where I am now. A friend, a man who was also a client over time suggested that I apply for the job of directing a new clinic 50 miles away. I had directed a wellness clinic in Portland before with about a dozen people under me, but now I was working as just another physician on staff. A marriage best described as turbulent, combined with a major move meant I quit the one job. Then when that ended, I returned to Portland and ended up back where I started, just another wellness clinic worker. That is all take the blood pressure, read the blood work results, turn your head and cough, bend over please. We look around for growths that are suspicious, and other than that we mostly ask questions. I actually like the work, it is fun. With a very few patients I just might tend to be a little bit naughty, I know we are supposed to keep that bedside manner when faced with nudity. But things happen, some are more enjoyable than others. I have a tendency to be a bit of an exhibitionist, also. Usually nothing blatant but since my body is now in what I think is very nice shape, I often get a tingling thrill if someone sees a bit more than they should. The new position was a major move upwards, much more pay, huge responsibility, oversight of a large staff as the new clinic serves a very large area. I would never have dreamed that I could possibly be considered for a position like this, but I applied and almost fell out of my chair when they told me they were pleased to have me aboard. Just imagine? Me, 230 employees, options, a huge office with a secretary and staff, the kind of thing that never once even crossed my mind. I had also learned to handle driving the Corvette that I had inherited from my friend Lee when she passed away. At first it had frightened me since it had too much power but I learned to be gentle with it and it's actually fun to drive that way. It felt good to drift down the freeway, the engine seems to loaf along at 65 MPH, and I find I get looked at a lot. I left work early on a Friday afternoon, the plan was to beat the traffic mess coming into Portland in the afternoons. It was hot, so I slipped on some shorts and grabbed one of the loose smocks we have at the clinic. I was driving along in the center lane at about 60 when a large group of motorcycles passed me on the left. They were very noisy, with handlebars sticking way up in the air. I paid little attention to that, though, as they proceeded on up the highway. We had just crested a small rise when I saw a cloud of smoke and everyone was slamming on the brakes. I saw one of the bikes go sailing, then another and then it was a balled up mess. I jammed hard on the brakes, glancing up in the mirror to see the car behind me was struggling to stop. I thought it was going to hit me in the rear so I let off the brakes, then a car in the lane next to me swerved my way. There was a gap to the right, I turned that way and floored the throttle, jerking the gearshift lever down from 5th gear that I normally run in. I missed and hit second gear I think. The engine suddenly howled and I was slammed back into the seat as the rear tires broke loose but then grabbed. The Corvette shot through the gap and then was headed off the highway. I slammed on the brakes again, turned slightly to miss another car and managed to get stopped off the roadway. I sat there shaking for a second. Getting out, there were people on the pavement everywhere. It was a tangled up mess of people and machines, smoke was pouring out of some of them. I could hear the scream of tires on down the highway as others tried to stop to keep from ramming the cars in front of them. The vehicles closer were stopped, some were getting out of their machines. I looked around, spotted one man that was obviously very badly hurt, he was bleeding heavily. Way too much blood, I knew. I opened my trunk, I keep a first aid kit there, grabbed that and hurried to his side. There were moans all around, it sounded like a battlefield might. I went to the man that was bleeding, spotting several broken bones right off. I began to quickly try to seal up the wounds, noting his breathing was ragged and spotting the bloody froth on his lips. I carefully turned his head and used my fingers to clear his mouth, that seemed to help his breathing. I didn't want to really since there could have been spinal problems but he was sure to die if he could not breath. Someone came up and handed me a blanket, I placed it over him. It wasn't cold out at all, but his face had already gone white with shock. I was hoping that rescue was quick. As soon as I had him as best as I could I went to another, he was also badly hurt. A very large man came up to me, yelled at me. He was huge with a mass of hair and whiskers. "What are you doing, rescue is on the way!" He yelled. I realized he was one of the members of the motorcycle group. "I am a Doctor." I told him, he looked at me in suspicion but walked away. I looked down at my meager first aid kit and knew I needed far more than I had with me. I quickly stabilized the second man as best as I could, he wasn't as badly hurt as far as torn up but he complained he could not feel his legs. I could already hear sirens in the background, still far away. I knew with all of the traffic now stopped in both directions that getting here would be a problem. "You will be fine." I told him, as his eyes closed. I wasn't sure of that. I went from person to person, wetting compresses to have them hold to their worst wounds. Glancing around, I saw several people but they were all just standing there looking at everything. I called over to one young man to come and help me, he hesitated but came over as I reached another large man that had some bad rips in his legs, he had been wearing what looked like just blue jeans. The pavement had shredded the cloth. "Hold this closed!" I ordered. The young man reached down and held the gash on the man's leg shut, I pulled out a small bag of swaths and taped it down firmly as he slid his hand back. I noticed the young man looked down at his bloody hand in disgust. I had blood all over my front by then myself, the first man was really hurt badly. There was nothing else to do, I did not have any latex gloves with me. I made a mental note to add them to my stores I carry with me. I went from one person to another, doing what little I could with what I had. Just then an emergency vehicle arrived, several people got out, looked around almost in shock. Then they ran to the rear and began pulling out equipment. "That one!" I called out, pointing, one of them looked at me and nodded, then went to the first man I had assisted. They had him covered quickly, moved to the second man as I went to another one with an obvious broken arm. I dared not try to set it from the looks of things, instead I wrapped it and put it in a sling. His face grimaced but he held still. Looking up at the man's bearded face, I saw him look right back at me, his face a mask of blood. He grinned. He actually grinned at me. "Hey, you are cute!" He said. I almost laughed, then I realized that with the smock I was wearing he could see right down my top. It was a hot day, I didn't have on a bra. How he could show interest in something like that at a time like this I didn't know. I didn't have time to be worried about it, I poured some water from my water bottle, concerned about it being sterile as I did so. Then I decided I didn't have time to worry. I washed his face, found the source of blood was from his nostrils and some cuts on his face. That was already easing. "You will be fine." I told him. "Just relax here until they can transport you." "I have hurt myself worse shaving." He joked. I gave him a smile and patted his arm, hoping it would keep him relaxed although he really didn't seem to be very upset. "If I am dead and you are here, I won't mind one bit!" He grinned again. I managed to not laugh. "Tough man!", I decided. I was working on another man when a second emergency vehicle arrived, then a police officer showed up. He got out and ordered me to get out of the way. He sounded oddly angry. "I am a Doctor!" I protested. He told me to let the EMT's handle things and his attitude was serious, so I did as he told me to. I looked around, every instinct in my body told me to pitch right back in and help but more and more people were arriving. I went back to my car, got another bottle of water out of the small cooler I keep in my truck. "Can I talk to you?" Someone asked. I looked around, a man stood there with a microphone, a cameraman was behind him with a huge camera. I had no clue where they came from, then I realized it was perhaps from a helicopter I noticed sitting way over to the side of the freeway, it's engine running. I hadn't even heard it. "Yes. Sure, I don't mind, I guess." I was suddenly conscious of my smock again, now bloody. "Were you in the accident?" The man asked. "No, I was behind a ways, I missed it." "Oh. How did you get the blood on you?" "I was helping some of the people that got hurt." "Are you a nurse?" "No, I am a Doctor." He looked at me in surprise, I suppose the shorts and light blue smock didn't make me look very much like a doctor. He asked a series of rapid fire questions, I answered with as much as I knew. I wanted to change into my clean smock I keep in the trunk but there was no place to do it. Finally they thanked me and went to talk to some of the others, I got out my other smock, then got into the front seat. Glancing around, I saw that no one was paying any attention to me so I tugged the old one off and quickly pulled the other one on, barely making it before another police officer came up to the window. "Move this rig, lady!" He ordered. I started the engine and pulled out on the freeway, slipping into the far right hand lane at 55 miles per hour. Traffic was very light all the way home. I got home 45 minutes later. I went in and took a shower, then sat down to rest. The news came on at 5 PM, the big wreck was the lead story. Then the screen flashed to the accident, and suddenly there I was, my head tipped back taking a drink of water as my name flashed onto the screen. I sat there and watched myself answer several questions, that was a strange feeling. The next morning, I again watched the news, everyone seemed to have survived although they mentioned two that were critical. I knew which two. I also knew one might well have died right there, except for me. It's not a bad feeling, not a bad feeling at all. There really wasn't much more here to write about except that late Saturday afternoon my phone rang. "Are you Mrs. Deniro?" A male voice asked. "It's Miss, yes I am." "Oh. OK. Hey, this is Darin, I was one of the men you helped out on the freeway." I was surprised. "How did you get my number?" "I saw your name on TV, I just wanted to say thank you, and that I still think you are cute." My mind flashed back to the man with the bloody grin. "You are welcome, but it's just my job." "Well, still that was pretty good. Everyone will make it OK, it looks like." "That's good, I am glad. How are you doing?" "Just some cracked ribs and scratches, and I have to wear this silly cast. I have hurt myself worse shaving." That was what he said out on the freeway, I couldn't help but giggle. "Say, I was thinking? How's about I take you out to dinner, pay you back?" He asked. That caught me by surprise. "You don't..owe me anything." I said. "Well, how's about I take you out to dinner because you are cute then? Besides, I want you to sign my cast." His voice had a hint of laughter in it, it interested me. "I suppose you will show up with that great big motorcycle?" I joked. "No, I have a car. It's going to be awhile before I do any riding anyway." "I ride a bike too, but mine has pedals." I joked. "I have one of those myself, saves on gas." He laughed. A vision of this huge man bent over a set of handlebars pedaling a bike flashed into my mind, that was funny. I would have thought that none of them would be caught dead on a bicycle. I only thought about it for a few seconds. Carlton, the man I had been dating off and on and I were really not going anywhere, I knew. "OK. Dinner sounds nice. When?" "Great! Friday night, will that work?" "Sure." I gave him my address, he thanked me and we hung up. "Outlaw motorcycle gang." The news had said. They had just looked like people to me. I sat down today and wrote this, I am not even sure why. Next Friday I am going to go out with a very large man, my vision of him is a grinning but bloody face. 40ish, bearded and scruffy looking was what I saw, yet somewhere in there was a sense of humor. Somewhere in there is a man. What kind of man, I am not sure. That interested me. Maybe, just maybe, I am out of my mind? We shall see.