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Exhibit 'A'

By: Mikelh



Conner Prescott's mother was stimulated and surprised. All she was doing was trying on a few pairs of shoes for him. She wanted his opinion for the spring catalogue. He looked at her legs and she realized that she liked how he looked at them.

After that night she became aware and thought twice before 'modeling' something for him, but ended up doing it anyway. The white stockings, the veils, and the garter belts were all examined as she tried them for her son. He assessed each garment and talked to her about them but as far as Abby was concerned; his eyes along her legs told the story. It wasn't that she was unaware of her sexuality it was only that she hadn't connected it with her son before this. He had always connected them and the hardness in his pants confirmed it.

Abby Prescott headed a company of thirty employees that sold mail order bridal accessories. She took over when her husband died at forty. Most expected her to fail but the company had more than held its own through nine years and some tough economic times. The business was almost everything to her and she measured her personal success with it.

This had been difficult for Conner after his father's death because most of his mother's energy was directed away from him. As an only child he was lonely more often than not. He sought refuge in troubling fantasies. 

He didn't know why but things seemed to be changing. Now when they listened to music together, she sat close enough for him to him to feel her breasts against his arm. Now she tried on sexy clothes for him and exposed her creamy thighs. Abby's attention was turning toward her son and it was not unwelcome. Conner's fantasies were turning toward his mother.

Although she still traveled a great deal, when she was home they began doing everything together. Abby became practiced in her 'displays'. It excited her to show him not quite enough. She knew which skirts rode up to which point on her thigh. She knew which blouse would show her braless breasts when she bent over without exposing the nipple. 

On the day before his nineteenth birthday she took Conner to Cleopatra's. She used to go with her husband but hadn't been there since his death. Cleopatra's was a sex club masquerading as a dance club modeled on its namesake in Paris. 'Members' could go upstairs where they could watch or participate. 

Abby and Conner drank a lot and danced a little and then she led him upstairs. He was boggled. People were crowded around some of the rooms watching others making love. Some were dimly lit and others were bathed in light. There was a room that had a foursome in it fondling each other as the music played. She led him to a cubicle with four people around it. They all had their hands through holes in the walls but you couldn't see in. After a few minutes a laughing disheveled young woman came out and he understood.

He was amazed when his mother asked him, "Do you want me to go in?"

His cock jumped as he said "Yes."

She had never done this before and became wet at the prospect. Conner stood by one wall and another young man was opposite him. Two women finished the foursome. Rhythmic drums and bass played as eight hands reached for Abby. She knew where her son stood and she faced his wall. She pulled down the top of her dress and his hands found her breasts. She swayed to the music but never changed her position as her son kneaded her tits and rolled her big nipples between his fingers. The hands on her legs and ass added to the excitement. After reaching a fever pitch she rubbed herself and came. She left the room flushed and tipsy and kissed Conner for the first time as woman that was now more than his mother.

Conner was sure he was going to fuck his mother that night - but he was wrong. She kissed him but never let him go passed that. He was disappointed thinking it was a one time crazy thing and he'd never touch her that way again. He was wrong again.

The coming days brought him more visual delights and more titillation for her. Abby took to not wearing panties and to wearing 'sweater bumpers' around the house: nipple rings which kept her nipples in a seeming permanent erection – which did the same for Conner. He was excited by her and wanted to spend all his time with her; this was when their arguing started. He asked her to go with him to a movie, to a concert, to dinner. She had to work, she had to work, she had to work.

Two weeks after 'Cleopatra's' things escalated. She was asleep in the corner of the couch with her skirt high on her thighs. Her legs were open enough for him to see more than he could stand at that moment. He went over to her and put his hand on the soft lips between her legs. She stirred as he worked two fingers in to his mother's pussy. She opened her eyes sleepily and smiled a languid smile at him. She took his hand and eased it out of her. She brought his fingers to her mouth and sucked her juice off them. She said in a whisper, "Are you ready for me baby?"

He thought, 'Am I ready? I've had a hard-on for you that could have broken off for the last two months. Is that ready enough?' "Yes momma, I'm ready, he said."

"Take me to bed then."

He carried her into her bedroom as she kissed his neck and playfully kicked her legs. He dropped her on the bed and she laughed as she bounced once and then opened her arms and legs. He unbuttoned her blouse as she smiled with her eyes closed. He finally saw the nipples she had been keeping from him. They were hard and long and circled by gold rings. He sucked one as he cupped the breast elongating it through the top of his hand. It was his ice cream cone with a candy top. He licked and ate it and the top of her tit made a popping sound as it left his lips. She laughed pleasurably when he did the same to her other tit. "Did baby find a new toy?" she teased.

They'd both found new toys; each other. She reached in and massaged his cock into a rod as he hiked her skirt to her waist. Conner didn't know what to touch first on her exciting body. He got to everything. He got in everything. He was in her hand and he stopped her before he exploded. He was in her cunt and he pulled out before he exploded. When his mother sucked his cock, he couldn't pull out before he exploded. His cum coated her mouth as she jerked every ounce he could give her.

He was panting when he was done. According to Abby, he wasn't done. It didn't take much more than feeding him her tits to get him erect again. 

This time it was slow and measured. Her experienced hands and mouth took her son to the edge without letting him go over. She did all the things she had done with her husband but was even more excited by them. She'd never been as wet as when her son's thick cock entered between her opened legs. She locked her ankles on his back as he pushed deeper into her cunt. 

Abby had never come without a hand or mouth on her clit but her son's body was making contact and she felt herself starting to lose control. She tried to stop herself but couldn't. She bucked into his cock as she felt him at the end of her channel time and time again. She called his name as she arched into the unexpectedly intense orgasm. It was the first time anyone had made her come before she wanted to.

In the first months the lovemaking carried him through the days and weekends when she was away; but as time went on he wanted more. Not only more of Abby's body but more of Abby. The Springsteen concert was missing something without her to share it with him. The movies and restaurants held no appeal without her.

One Saturday morning he went to the museum and spent two hours in front of one painting. It was called 'The Kiss.' They say the difference between great art and entertainment is that with true art, you're somehow changed by it; after the movie or music or sculpture you're just not the same. After 'The Kiss,' Conner was not the same. He had gone into a world where two people were one and he knew with all of him that this was what he not only wanted, but what he needed out of life.

The next day when she came home he said, "Mom it's hard for me to say this but I need you to be with me."

"I'm with you sweetheart, I'm crazy about you." 

"Mom I mean more than just a day or night here and there. Couldn't you get someone to run the business? Maybe you could sell it; it would bring enough so you'd never have to work, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, but it's important to me; what would I do without it?"

"We could enjoy each other."

"Oh honey I love making love with you; you're the best. We'll have time for that."

"That's not what I'm talking about. Mom maybe this isn't the best thing for both of us. Maybe we should spend some time apart and see."

"Don't go Conner, I love having you here when I come home."

"Mom I'm sorry you don't want what I want."

Conner left that day and stayed away for a week. When he called, his mother asked him to come over for the night because she was leaving on a trip the next day. He said he couldn't. The next time he called it was another week later. Her voice was softer. "Conner baby don't you miss me? I miss kissing you baby. Come over tonight honey; I have some things to show you."

He wanted to come to her but he said, "I'm sorry mom but I'm leaving for a while. I'll be in touch soon." 

He left her warm messages every few days when he knew she wouldn't be home. Each time his voice created an ache in her center. He stopped calling.

An agonizing month later her days were filled with worry and longing; his days and nights were filled with Abby. When he finally called the sound of her voice almost overwhelmed him. "Sweet Conner, why didn't you call? Baby…baby… I've been waiting; I didn't know where to get you."

"I've been traveling, thinking and…miserable."

"Oh honey…not as miserable as I am. The first week all I could think about was you not being here with me …and in me. I missed you touching me. I couldn't satisfy myself without thoughts of you. Then It wasn't only the sex, I missed you baby. I missed talking to you and seeing you; I missed sharing with you. Then I missed your presence. I realized that my head was filled with: I'll go here with Conner, I'll show this to Conner, I'll talk this over with Conner. I knew that nothing was more important than us. Conner…I did it baby." She didn't have to tell him what it was.

It was twelve years later and Abby Prescott was reading the paper when her son Conner kissed her cheek and joined her for breakfast. They didn't often travel memory lane but he was feeling nostalgic that morning. "Do you know what today is?" he asked.

Abby thought for a moment and said, "Well I know that tomorrow's your birthday."

"Actually that's how I remember; the first time I touched your breasts was the day before my nineteenth birthday at Cleopatra's. Can you believe that was twelve years ago?"

"Don't remind me" she laughed, "I'm closing in on fifty fast enough…this is where you tell me how beautiful I still am."

He got up and took her nipple between his fingers as he kissed her fully. "That goes without saying mom; you're sexier now than you ever were."

She laughed easily, "You probably think so because my tits have gotten bigger since I put on a few pounds."

He took the tits he loved into his hands and said, "I wouldn't change one ounce of you or one minute of the last twelve years."

He lifted her nightgown and went between his mother's legs. He licked the ruddy lips that still became quickly engorged at the touch of her son's mouth. She stroked his hair as he sucked on her. "Oh Conner, Conner…"

She loved saying his name. It had been her maiden name and it made him feel all the more part of her. He made her come as only he could. She had long given up trying to control her orgasms. She couldn't stop it now any more than she could when she awakened this morning to the feeling of his hardness against her ass. He had pushed into her wet center as he gave her the words of love that she always knew were true. Her cum now felt thick as honey. 

She was a little heavier than that first night at Cleopatra's but not by much. Her body may have lost its edge but it certainly would still command attention if she walked into a boardroom or a bedroom: as when she walked into the boardroom for the last time to sell her company. But it was more than attention she found when she walked into the bedroom with Conner; she found forever.

Exhibit: Lettice



Spread out on a dais, naked with her legs spread apart. Her arms also spread, her head slightly elevated on a satin pillow. Her ankles and wrists held in place by padded manacles, her head with a thin silk cord over her forehead, tying her down. Her dark black hair was spread out behind her on display. 

She had been meticulously cleaned, her finger and toe nails polished to a gleam. Her lips felt oiled. Chilled air had caused her nipples to stiffen and her aureole's to show dimples. Goose bumps were starting to form on her breasts, and other parts of her body. 

An unknown body walked in. She heard them adjusting something and in response the room began to warm, her dimples softened and disappeared. 

Lettice's vaginal hair had been washed and combed. She felt very clean, her stomach empty, she wondered if she had been douched and given an enema as she slept. 

She had awakened from sleeping in her own bed to this. She felt calm, drugged perhaps? 

Soft music played from somewhere. Her body was lit by lights strategically placed to illuminate her. People walked up to her, they looked upon her and read a program. It was like a museum and she was one of the exhibits. Another light was positioned to illuminate her vaginal region. 

Two men walked up to the raised dais she lay on. They looked at their program, reading it carefully. 

"Lettice, such an unusual name, but so appropriate for such a fine work." The man's voice was a rich low baritone. He was carefully examining her feet. 

"Yes, a fine work, shall we examine Lettice more carefully?" The second man's voice was more reedy, but full. 

Lettice felt rough hands softly brush against the toes of her left foot. 

"Look at the toe nails, the shape of her toes." She felt fingers lightly feeling each of her toes. 

The other man's hand started to touch her right foot. He ran his fingers down between her toes, examining each toe carefully. 

"The foot arch is classical, don't you think Gerald?" 

"Why yes Michael, her heel is very well shaped, and the ankles..." She felt his hands smoothing over her foot, then both hands moving over and touching her ankle. 

The one called Gerald was fondling her right foot's arch. She sighed pleasantly. 

"Very nice voice." 

"Most musical, I wonder if she were fully played what vocal delights would come forth?" 

She felt Michael's hands moving up and examining her calf. "Good strong Calf muscles." 

"Such soft silky skin on the legs, and such fine thighs, creamy." Gerald's hands moving up to feel and move over her thighs. "Such fine long fingers and well shaped hands. But one thing at a time I always say." 

She moaned slightly as her thighs had always been one of her Erogenous zones. 

"Ah, most musical indeed. How thoroughly are we allowed to play this exhibit Lettice?" 

"At this time actual intercourse is not allowed." 

"Pity." 

"Yes, but touching, smoothing, fondling IS allowed." 

"Ah, yes that should allow some fine music to be created. Anything else." 

"We are allowed to kiss, lick and suck to further experience this exhibit." 

"Excellent! When is the exhibit to be FULLY appreciated?" 

She heard paper rustle as the exhibit program was consulted. 

"Riding Lettice commences in one month, the full further experiences in 2 months, then the exhibit will be moved to Chicago." 

"Really? How long is she to be exhibited?" 

"A full world tour it appears. 5 Years then retired as the special at a feast for the greatest fans of this piece. Major contributors to her upkeep will be invited to help retire her in an artistic manner and appreciate her one last time - COMPLETELY." 

5 years? What was going on here? This had to be a dream. Was she really being treated like a museum piece? Displayed, touched, ridden? Retired at a feast? She had not been gagged and now curious or perhaps recovering from being drugged she tried to speak. 

"What do youuu....Ahhhh." 

She felt an index finger gently stroking the outer lips of her vulva. She gasped and moaned in pleasure. 

Fingers stroking the inner lips of her Vulva on the opposite side. 

"Ah, what a nice little pearl don't you think?" 

"Ahhhh" Extreme Ecstasy as a finger stroked her clitoris. 

"Oh that was very nice don't you think. Let's play this fine instrument a bit more shall we?" 

She felt the tip of a tongue enter ever so quickly, darting in and out of her vaginal hole. 

"Ohhh, God Yes!" She writhed in rhapsody, a journey of mind and body. 

The finger stroking her clitoris continued even as the tongue continued working on her Vaginal hole, licking, sucking up her juices. 

She heard her own voice as she came over and over, higher and higher into deeper rapture. 

"Oh that was very nice. Such excellent vocal music, yet we have hardly began to play this exhibit." 

"True, but let us get a bit of tea and then come back to experience Lettice again." 

"yes, next time let's also lick her clean, and examine her entire body, shall we?" 

"I concur. Take a break dear Lettice. We will definitely be among your sponsors and hopefully among those that shall lead you to retirement in five years." 

She heard their foot steps echo through the chamber. in another room, the sounds of a man in utter sexual abandonment, and knew she was not the only exhibit. 

When Gerald and Michael returned they did exactly what they had said they would. She had the most intense sexual experience in her life and yet had not had intercourse, yet. 

Others looked her over, stroked her, prodded, smoothed their fingers over her, kissed, fondled, licked and sucked on her that day. They stroked their fingers through her long dark hair, telling her what a beautiful work of art she was. Some examined her face, her lips, commenting on the art of her face. A kiss on one of her eye lids as she blinked. 

At the end of the day, she thought it was day but with no windows how could she tell, care takers came for her. Exhausted, she offered no resistance as she was taken, bathed, massaged, fed and fell into a deep sleep. 

In the background before falling asleep she heard soft music, and thought she heard whispers. As she dreamed, she dreamed of being on exhibit. Of at the end of five years being pleasurably retired by being slow cooked and eaten. In her dreams this too was pleasure, not pain. 

Outside her room, the one way mirror on the side of her room had people sitting. The people paid to watch her sleep naked, and read what subliminal messages were being fed to her as she slept. 

Gregory and Michael were among the audience. They read fully the biography of Exhibit Lettice. They eagerly anticipated when in a month she would fully cooperate in her own exhibiting. She would talk and sing for those who came to enjoy her. 

They sadly realized that in five years she would be fully retired and discussed what the cost of being among those that would get the final appreciation of her would be. They felt raw - like fine Kobe beef would be best, perhaps a bit of sugar liquor injected in her breasts, a sweet syrup in her stomach, intestines and womb. So sad it would have to end. But by then she would be totally incapable of feeling any type of pain. 

The final appreciation at her retirement package would be for her the ultimate and the last in earthly pleasures. Her flavor would be at it's peak by then. 

They looked at the menu for tonight's retirement dinners. Dinning pavilion C had exhibit Henry R and Dinning Pavilion B had Anne. They needed to get to the retirement of Anne before she was totally exhausted. They wanted to let her know the joy she had given them while on exhibit. She was to be slow roasted so a nice nap in the Pavilion was allowed on cushions, while they listened to her musical moans as she slow cooked. 

Anne looked like she would be truly delicious, and the memorial pins made from her bone and hair would be true collectors items. Just as they felt Lettice would be in five years. Though they were still certain Lettice would be best raw. Like prime Kobe beef, or in this case prime pampered Lettice. 

The subliminal messages had already started to successfully make her the finest of art. In Lettice's dreams she offered herself to a throng of admirers who could never get enough of her. They had to have her, literally to consume her in the end. 

She wanted to give herself to them fully. She was art after all. Art is meant to be loved, appreciated, perhaps consumed. 



Exhibiting & Exploring



Authors Note: These stories are based on my life experiences. If you haven't read the first part of my story, I'd suggest that you do so... The names (or most of them) have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. By the way, in case any of you are wondering after the end of this story, the answer is: "Yes, Cheryl is still a part of my life – even if we aren't roommates anymore." She also claims editorial rights on the content too!! J BTW: I do promise that we girls DO eventually go to Wreck Beach – it's just that as I started to put our story down in print, I realized we needed to tell the whole story... 

As I was writing... 

It was right at that instant I knew I was going to get naked somewhere in public... I loved the feeling of those guys stares... Without warning I reached up to my bikini top, untied the top string, and let it drop... The guys gasped and I laughed --- and oh, I almost came in my bikini bottoms... The first guy reached up almost involuntarily and cupped by breast... Thumbing the nipple and sighing.. I could see the buldge growing in his shorts and I knew this was getting out of hand quickly... 

50 feet away I could see Cheryl's hand at her mouth in a gasp of disbelief... 

I gently disengaged the guy's hand... Lifted it to my mouth for a soft kiss and whispered "Down Tiger – perhaps another time... You ever go to Wreck?" I asked him. When he shook his head, I told him "Maybe you should... Like next Saturday if the weather is good... Oh, and my name's Katie..." 

"I'm Dave, it was GREAT to SEE you Katie..."

"I hope I see you again Dave.", I turned and began wading back towards shore.

I could see Cheryl laughing as I walked up the beach towards her... As soon as I was within hearing distance she call out, "You little tease! I can't believe you just flashed those guys! You are, without a doubt, the craziest girl I have ever met!"

I could feel the stares of other guys around us – I'm not sure if they had seen me flash, but I knew they could see my nipples through the sheer material of my pale yellow un-lined bikini top. The thought of it made me warm and wet, in spite of the cool breeze off the water. 'Damn I am really starting to love this feeling', I thought to myself.

"Oh, my God, Cher, I swear, I almost came in my bikini bottoms – well not really, but what an incredible rush to flash my tits for those guys! And you ain't seen nothin' yet girl!" I exclaimed. "And don't forget your part of this dare too. Remember, I said, if I will, you will! You haven't forgotten that part have you, Cher?" 

Cheryl was still giggling and shaking her head in disbelief as I sat down beside her on my beach towel. "I remember my part of the dare", she said, "I just didn't really think I would have to go through with it so soon. In fact, to be honest, I'm not sure that I have the guts to follow through. I've never done anything like this before, but you – I know you have flashed your body through see through T's before. I've see you after the soccer games through the years getting bolder and more brazen. And last year, after we won our league championship, I'll never forget seeing you dancing through the girl's change room buck ass naked."

Now I got a little more serious... "But those times I'd either done it with at least some clothing on, or in the girl's in the locker room, and it was only around the girl's." I explained. "I've never actually intentionally bared my body in front of strangers before, either -- up until just now, that is! Cher, I've got to tell you, it turned me on like you wouldn't believe. I absolutely have to do this again! Maybe not here – but I think the joke you made when we were on the bus of going by Wreck Beach was actually a great idea. I'm sure I could do it again in front of others who are at least as undressed as me. And I know I would keep it off for a while too."

"I don't know", Cheryl started, "and don't take this the wrong way – It's not that I 'm a lez' or anything, but I think I get as turned on as you do just watching you. To be completely honest I'm a little bit of a voyeur. I love watching if you know what I mean..." She paused.... "Well, since I being completely honest, let me put it this way -- I loved seeing you completely naked in the change room – and here on the beach going topless in public was a rush for me too. I'm just worried about this going too far..."

I looked at her confidently "Hey Cher, don't worry about that... I know when to stop." (at least I think I looked confident). I know for sure that deep inside I wasn't that confident I really did know when to stop. 

Curiously, (no-pun intended), I was also surprised, and more than a little intrigued by Cheryl's admission that she liked watching me. I lay back on the beach to think about that for a minute or two... 

It was Cheryl who resumed the conversation. "I do know that when I saw you naked for the first time in the locker room shower I was shocked at how you didn't mind showing your body – in fact, every time we were in the locker room after that, I always tried to sneek a peek at your gorgeous body."

As I lay back quietly thinking, Cheryl's last comment made my own thoughts race through my head 'I'm not gay' 'But I have always gotten turned on by girl-girl scenes and erotic stories' 'I know I like guys too' 'Am I bi?' 'Maybe' 'Is Cher bi, or at least bi-curious?'

The more I thought about it, the more I remember seeing Cher watching me. 'Interesting, very, very interesting.'

Cher started again, "And then after the big soccer game when you went dancing naked through the locker room – with me and with the rest of the team getting up and dancing half clothed too, I still get soooo turned on thinking about that day." 

'Damn, I thought to myself, if she doesn't shut up, I'm going to either kiss her, caress her, or start playing with myself right here on the beach' In fact, I could feel my wetness soaking out of my crossed legs. I still didn't answer – because I wasn't sure what to say...

"You know Katie, when I got home that day I have to admit I frigged myself like crazy. I spent the next two weeks thinking constantly about watching your tight little body naked, wet and dancing around shamelessly."

"That's when I realized I love to watch you, Katie."

I glanced over and saw a dreamy look in her eyes. I knew, I just knew, she was seeing me naked in her daydream. That was it! I had to tell her... "Cher, if you don't stop talking about this right here, and now...." 

Cheryl immediately interrupted me, "Katie, I'm so sorry – I hope I haven't scared you, I'm a lez, really, well I don't think I am, it's just that seeing you naked turns me on so much."

"...Stop Cher, STOP you interrupted me!" I explained, "I was going to say, if you don't stop talking about this right here, and now, I swear I am going to strip naked and start frigging myself right here on the beach... You have me sooooo turned on I don't think I can even stand up..." I whispered to her... 

That was when she smiled and laid back "God, Katie that feels so good to have told you – I didn't know how you would react – I was sure you loved being watched, but I wasn't sure what you would do or say if you knew how much I love watching you." 

"Cher, PLEASE change the subject, I swear I'm leaving a wet spot on the beach! So, tell me what did you say to those guys? "

"I told them you were wearing a see though bikini on a dare, and that part of the dare was to stand face to face-to-face to guy you didn't know. I also told them you were an exhibitionist! And then I asked them to help you finish the dare." She paused... "Katie, we make a perfect pair – you're an exhibitionist, and I'm a voyeur..." 

"Cher, you won't believe what I told them when I was flashing them..." I told them they should try going to Wreck Beach some time – in fact I told them to try going next Saturday. Which is a damn good thing – 'cause that when we are going to the beach too. Oh, and Cher, that's when you are going to pay up on your half of the dare as well..." 

"Katie, are you serious? Do you want to do this??" 

"Oh, Cher, more than you can imagine..."

"Look here come those guys..."

I looked up at them as they approached, "Hiya Tiger, it's nice to see you again..." I laughed.

Dave smiled and nodded "It is great to see you too Katie, I see you are drying out a bit – too bad I liked the wet look..."

I looked down and realized he was right – the yellow nylon my top was made of was drying out quickly. 'It's a good thing my legs are crossed, or he would notice my bottom isn't drying anywhere nearly as quickly.' I thought. 'Damn, I am absolutely soaked down there...'

"So, are you going to introduce me to your friend?" I asked Dave. 

"Sure this is Chris, one of my roommates, we share the lower half of a small rented house not far from here – there are actually three of us, there is another guy who's back at the house still unpacking his shit... And who is your friend?"

"Oh, sorry I saw you talking back on the beach I thought perhaps she introduced herself then – This is my best friend and roommate Cheryl. We are sharing a dorm on campus. I did see you talking together earlier didn't I?" I asked and smiled playfully...

Dave grinned, and replied, "Oh yeah – we were talking earlier. She gave me few pointers about you and your top – and I damn glad she did too. I just was in such a hurry to find out if she was telling the truth I forgot to introduce myself... Quite rude of me in fact, particularly given how gorgeous Cheryl is..."

Cheryl, who had been sitting back listening and watching our flirting exchange, smiled at Dave's compliment, and responded, "Why thank you very much... I was beginning to wonder if you noticed. It's kind of amazing how the thought of a woman's bare, or nearly bare breasts can stop some men from thinking at all..." 

Dave laughed, and then responded, "Oh, I didn't stop thinking, it was what I was thinking about that changed... And besides, if Katie here is good for her word, I'm hoping to start thinking about it more too... Well Katie, should we really be at Wreck next Saturday?"

I smiled back sweetly, and teasingly responded, "Well Dave, I can't say for sure – but maybe you should find out... You might get quite a surprise".

With that I stretched out my arms and legs, and parted my legs a little. I knew if anyone looked, the wetness between my legs would be visible. I saw Cheryl looking down, and both Dave's and Chris' eyes followed hers. I spread my legs a little further and then like a gymnast I tucked my feet behind me and stood up. 

I moved toward Dave and we both engaged each other in a hug – In doing so, I make sure my hard little nipples pressed against his bare chest... 'Mmmm this really had some possibilities', I thought. 'But if I don't get out of here, I am going to wind up screwing these guys before the afternoon is over.' And while that thought turned me on enough to almost allow my fingers to go muff diving, I wasn't ready to go this far so fast... I was then that I noticed Chris staring hungrily at my body too. 'Oh, oh, this could really be trouble!' I thought – and then smiled an inner naughty smile...

I glanced down at Cheryl and noticed three things all at once:

One, she was beginning to get a bit red from the sun;

Two, her eyes had that glazed over look that I had noticed earlier when she started talking seriously about my exhibitionism and her voyeurism; and,

Three, her hand was resting on her mound, and her middle three fingers were pressing it gently. 

As soon as she saw my eyes wander over her body she withdrew her hand, but not far – I could see the dampness at the bottom of the 'V' of her bikini bottom. I knew it was time to go...

"Dave and Chris, it was great to meet you, and we'd really love to stay, but Cher and I have dinner plans with my parents..." (I lied)... "Perhaps we will see you next weekend?!?" With that I released Dave from my hug, and turned and gave Chris and equally tight hug... I felt his hand graze my ass, as we hugged, and goose bumps ran up my arms... 'Oh, how I wanted both of these guys' I thought. I slowly trailed my hand across his ass as I released him. The look of shock on his face was priceless!

I could hear Cheryl laughing as she watched.

With that I turned and reached down for Cheryl's hand helping her to her feet...

We quickly packed our stuff – and I pulled on my T and tied my wrap around me as Cheryl did the same. We said our goodbye's and headed for the bus. The bus was along in minutes and for the first few minutes we rode wordlessly back towards our dorm building.

As we were riding I noticed Cheryl's hand slip down to her crotch, under her sheer wrap, and then under the purple spandex of her bikini bottom. Then mesmerized, and more than a little shocked, I watched as she began begin a rhythmic pulse under her suit. She stared directly at me as she fingered her clit.

In what was probably the largest understatement of the year, I whispered, "Oh my God Cher, you really are turned on, aren't you?"

"You have no idea Katie," she whispered back, "As soon as I touched myself on the beach I felt a need to get myself off, and --- ohhhhhhhhh, god" she muttered. She spasmed lightly and then withdrew her hand and reached over and took my hand in hers -- I could feel her slippery wetness on her fingertips. "Shit, that felt good – I needed that!"

I stared at her in disbelief – after all, this was Cheryl, beside me. Beautiful, but as far as I knew, relatively innocent, Cheryl – and she had just materbated on a Sorry if I freaked you out at all, Katie."

'While she may have claimed not to be a lez, she didn't say anything about being bisexual' I thought... 

I lifted her hand to my mouth. I could smell her musky scent – not surprisingly, it was different from mine... I put her finger tips to my lips, and then tasted them lightly with the tip of my tongue -- she was salty, sweet and absolutely yummy... I licked her fingers gently and I heard another moan beside me – I knew she just came again...

"So, my sweet," I whispered, "you are not just a voyeur, you are an exhibitionist too, and unless I miss my guess, you are also more than a little bi-curious too, hmm???"

"Oh yes," she whispered back, "oh yes".

This was going to be an interesting evening for both of us.

Within minutes of our little exchange the bus was at our stop.

I stood, and gently helped Cheryl from her seat – holding her hand as I helped her up.

We disembarked the bus, and made our way to the dorm – never letting go of each other's hands along the way. I noticed a few stares, but for the most part nobody even notice us walking together. Within minutes we were together in our apartment.

As soon as I was in I stripped off my T and my wrap – throwing them both in a corner. Cheryl's joined mine at almost exactly the same time.

I pushed the door closed behind me, and I pulled Cheryl close, with her back against my front, she molded her body against mine... My fingers began to roam... Although I had never been with another woman before, and from her earlier comments, I figured Cheryl hadn't either, it seemed so completely natural to run my hands over her warm skin. 

She moaned as my hands worked their way over her smooth soft belly. 

I slid my hands upwards and cupped her breast through her top... "Should I undo it?" I whispered in her ear... A quite, sexy, soft, "Ummm, hmmm" was her only response. My hands reached up and untied the top of her bikini... I leaned away from her body for a second and I pulled it undone as well. I let go of the strings and her top dropped to the floor. My hands found to her breasts once again. 

It was a strange feeling, holding a woman's breasts in my hands – familiar, but so completely different. Foreign and definitely taboo from all of my upbringing, but at the same time wonderfully satisfying – and unbelievably exciting. I felt her nipples harden at my delicate touch. Different from mine – but the reaction was the same – and I could tell she was loving it too. Her hands cupped mine as I flicked, and played with those hardened little nubs. She pressed back into me – luxuriating in the feel of my body against hers.

I could see our reflection in our full length hall mirror, and it looked sooooo sexy...

I kissed softly at her neck, licking gently and tasting her salty skin with my tongue.

I pressed forward against her, pressing my crotch against her ass.

My hands slipped from her breasts, and worked there way down her soft belly towards the draw strings of her bikini bottom. As I watched in the mirror, I could see her hands had remained on her tits and continued to playing with her nipples.

Without asking I pulled each of the strings and her bottom came away... Once again in the mirror I surveyed her body as the bottom fell away. "My god, you are gorgeous Cher," I murmured in her ear... I marveled at this beauty that I held in my arms -- given freely to me, without question.

One of my hands slid around her front and down to the neatly shaven lips I could see in the mirror. She was drenched, I could feel her juices coating my fingers, her slippery wetness oozing from her... I pulled my hand tighter and began to stroke her clit... Within seconds I felt her shake and she cried out softly, "Oh Katie, please let me touch you..."

Between soft kisses on her neck, I managed to tell her, "I need to get naked too, my sweet..." "Oh yes, you do." she purred in return...

Not waiting for her hands to do the work I pulled the drawstrings of my top and let it fall between us... Now, my nipples and breasts were poking into her back... I dropped my hands to my side to pull my bottom drawstrings... If too fell to the floor...

'Unbelievable', I thought to myself, 'I never would have dreamed that I would feel this sexy, this sexual, this sensuous to be naked with my best friend.' 

Cheryl turned in my arms and our lips met for the first time. To call it a kiss would be wrong -- It was a long, non-hesitating, deep, lip crushing, tongue teasing, press of flesh that lasted for close to 20 minutes. We simply stood and melted together... 

It was Cheryl whose hands that made the first move -- sliding down between us, they grazed over my mound and to my lips... She moaned as they gently touched my wetness, and then began to probe me... I gasped as her index finger found my clit... Still standing together she began to rub gently in circles... I almost fell over from the pleasure.

Slowly she pushed me down onto my bed, and began licking my nipples. Immediately, both they and I responded to her ministrations. My nipples became rock hardened, flaming red, areas of incredible sensitivity. I virtually melted at her touch – laying back and taking in this wonderful sensation. Then, hungrily, her mouth began to trail kisses down my body. I knew where she was going – or at least I hoped I knew where she was going, but the thought still shocked me. Her lips trailed wet kisses from my inflamed nipples, down my belly, to the top of my mound, and then past to my equally trimmed bush. They found my wetness, and then my lips, sucking each softly – tasting me, coating herself in my juices, and then finally her tongue and teeth found my clit. I could barely stand it – little pulses of pleasure raced through my body making me squirm and shake uncontrollably, as this young, and presumably inexperienced, woman made me cum lightly over, and over, and over again... 

I could feel a major orgasm building like nothing I had ever dreamed of. 

I knew I would scream, and didn't care, 

I knew I would never be the same and didn't care, 

I knew I loved this young woman between my legs, and I didn't care who knew...

I was right I did scream...

Cheryl pulled her head from my lap after I had finished convulsing from my orgasm. "Are you alright, my love?" she whispered.




Exhibiting & Exploring



"Oh yes, so much more than alright, my love." I whispered back. "Please come up here so I can taste me on your lips..." And she did... And I did...

I knew I would pleasure her in the same way later tonight, and I know she knew it too... 

It didn't need be spoken, we were lovers.



Exhibiting at the Beach



Author's Note: These stories are based on my life experiences. If you haven't read the first two parts of this tale, I'd suggest that you do so... If any of the readers out there ever visited beautiful Wreck Beach, in Vancouver BC you will understand what I mean when I write it is (or was) 'full service' beach... For those of you who haven't, it's changed quite a bit over the past few years (thanks to the 'protectionism' of local government) -- but it is still a lot of fun on a sunny summer day... I wrote this story from remembrances of 7 years ago -- I also asked Cheryl to check it out to make sure she was okay with me publishing it. She was -- in fact she came by to tell me in person how much she liked it -- but that's another story!

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The next morning, I was startled awake by the realization I was lying naked in bed with my best friend. There we were, she as naked as I, both of us snuggled like nestled spoons, my arm around her middle and my hand cupping her breast, her hard nipple poking between my fingers... 

As I softly kissed her shoulders and the back of her neck as she slept, memories of our erotic night before flooded through my mind. Mental pictures of our writhing bodies enjoying the carnal delights each of us had to offer the other. The touch of her warm hands; the delightful sensation of her lips on mine; the delicate softness of her kisses on my skin; and of course the delight of feeling her hard teasing tongue touching, liking and tasting me. And then memories of my reciprocal actions leapt into my head.

After she had made me cum with more force than I believed possible, I had pulled her up beside me on my single bed. Forced to lie tightly together on the twin bed, I had reveled in the feeling of her lush full body against mine. The need to service her, in the same loving as she had me, was overwhelming. 

I had begun by kissing her lips, and then moved to softly licking my juices from her lips and chin. I had then moved my kisses downwards on her body. As my lips touched each one of her hard, red, nipples, I remembered how she had felt as she began to writhe against me. I knew it was exciting her tremendously, as I was also doing to myself. 

I had thought to myself how much I loved touching and tasting this erotic, forbidden fruit -- and how in doing so I was getting more turned on by the second. 

I had rolled her onto her back, and then climbed on top of her -- into a commanding position. I put my left leg between hers and drew it upwards until I could feel her wetness against me, she moaned as she began to grind her pussy into my leg. I slid a little lower, so that my cunt was against hers and we had begun grinding our hot wet pussies together... We had thrust harder and harder against each other -- I could feel our mixture of juices leaking out, and mingling together against ourselves. Although it had felt amazing, this was not the satisfaction I craved. Instead, I had disengaged my legs from hers, and turned in the narrow bed. I had crawled on top of her into a sixty-nine position for the first time in my life (with either a man or a woman) -- her legs opened willingly, accepting me into her womanhood. 

I felt her fingers probe into me from underneath, and then her tongue and lips had gone to work -- not to be outdone, I had returned the favour... 

I had felt my own orgasm building, but even more exciting, I had known hers was building too -- I could hear her gasping and moaning, and she had begun to jump uncontrollably as my tongue teased her hardened clit. Her juices were flowing freely while I shoved my mouth into her -- they coated me and I in turn coated my face in them. The mere thought of having a woman's cum all over my face was pushing me to a level I had never dreamed of before.

She had clenched her head between her legs, squeaked out a gasp and then began her involuntary shudders of orgasm -- I, in turn, had screamed out mine loud and long as I shoved myself down onto her. We had collapsed onto each other in a wet, perspiring, completed exhausted duo. As this flood of delightful memories washed over me, I stirred and snuggled myself deep into her... She moaned and awoke. She reached down and pulled my hand to her lips, and kissed it softly. She turned and we kissed.

That was then another thought went though my head -- although it felt so normal and natural to be with Cheryl, I also knew that I would never be satisfied with only a woman -- how would I tell Cheryl these feelings?

And then I her shout, "Oh, shit! I'm going to be late for work!"

I rolled away from her, and realized that if she was going to be late, I was too -- we both had part time day jobs -- and both of us started at 10:00 am. I worked at one of the Starbucks on campus, and Cheryl worked at a funky furniture store not far from the campus. "Oh crap, me too", I laughed...

Cheryl was looking at me and starting to convulse with nervous laughter... "Oh..... My..... God...." She managed to get out, "I can't believe we did what we did yesterday and today. Yesterday, when I said I wasn't gay, I meant it!"

She went on, "But seeing you half naked turned me on so much, I had to show you. That's why I fingered myself in front of you while we were on the bus. And then it hit me; when you watch me, you get just as hot as I do, when I watch you. Funny thing is, that realization drove me wild -- I needed to have you in my arms. I couldn't help myself, I needed to make love to you..." She was started to get worked up -- I could tell from the slight panicky tone in her voice as she continued, "I don't know what so say, or how to tell you what I feel, or even what comes next..." 

"Shhhhh," I said calmly. "The big question is, are you okay with it Cher?" I asked seriously. "I know I loved it, and I wouldn't do a thing differently, but are you okay?" 

Cheryl grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me to her lips, kissed me deeply, hugged me, and then with more seriousness than I expected, said, "Katie, I loved it -- I mean I really, really, really loved it! I had no idea it could feel so good, so right, so normal to make love to a woman! I love that it was with you, and I can't wait to do it again, and again, and again..." 

With obvious relief in my voice, I began to relax, "Cher, I loved it too -- I mean, it was incredible and you're such a wonderful lover -- I can hardly believe this was your first time with a woman. You satisfied me more than either of my two boyfriends ever did, put together." 

Smiling, and with a moist look in her eyes, she shrugged a little, and even blushed a little, "I've never been with anyone as satisfying as you Kate. You made me want you so badly, and after we undressed each other, I simply couldn't help myself. I felt like a moth being drawn to a flame." 

I leaned forward and kissed her again -- this time our tongues met, and we enveloped each other in our bodies. I broke the kiss, and reminded her we needed to get going for work. We pulled on our housecoats for the walk down the hall to the shower (they are shared in the residence we are in), and without hesitation, we both moved into the same shower stall. 

We parted ways at the dorm building door, but before we parted, and put my hand under her chin and pulled her close. Our kiss was another passionate one, and not one that could be mistaken for anything but a lovers kiss. As we walked our own separate ways, I noticed several guys, and girls staring at our boldness... I knew that little show would leave me wet for at least half the day.

The week flew by, with long, passionate nights together, and before I realized it, it was Friday.

It was time we had a chat...

"Cher, my love, what are our plans for the weekend?" I inquired sweetly.

"Well," she said, I don't know about you Katie, my love, but tomorrow, I plan on dressing as sexily as I can, and still keep my clothes on, and then I'm going to the beach again."

"Which beach?"

"Why Wreck, of course Katie... We have an appointment with a couple of guys if you remember.." 

I felt my eyes starting to tear up, "Oh Cher, I hadn't figured out how to ask you if 'we' were a 'permanent' thing, a 'temporary' thing, an 'only' thing, an 'experimental' thing, or what the hell we are apart from being a couple of lesbian lovers." My voice quavering, I managed to go on, "I only know that I love you, but I also know I NEED guys in my life too -- Is that okay???"

Cheryl came and hugged me, "Oh Katie, I was wondering all of the same things -- I know for my part I love you, Katie. You are a wonderful, beautiful lover, who I will love making love to no matter who else we are with, but you're right -- I need guys in my life too."

I wiped the tears away, "So let's make a pact, we never stop making love to one another, we never stop loving one another, and but we both get to enjoy ourselves with the other sex too..." 

"Oh yes, Katie, my love -- I agree...'

Saturday morning arrived exactly as the weatherman predicted -- by 10:00 am it was already 24 degrees and climbing. By noon both of us were getting dressed for the beach -- or should I say, undressed... 

I pulled out the smallest thong bikini I owned -- and pulled it up my lightly tanned legs. Over it I slipped on the longest T Shirt I owned. It was actually a T shirt night gown I've had for years. It has been washed so many times the white cotton is super thin and shear, and because it got it when I was 12, it barely reached the bottom of my bum... Perfect for the trip home I thought to myself...

I glanced over at Cheryl and saw had already dressed in a medium-grey, completely shear, short sleeved, cotton blouse, underneath which I could see a very skimpy black bikini top, which matched her equally skimpy bikini bottom. Over her cute little bottom, she pulled on a short jean skirt. "Oh baby, you look so yummy, I could eat you..." I declared. With that I picked up my beach bag and asked "Ready, my love?"

Cheryl's eyes scanned me pausing to take in my now hardened nipples, "Katie, is that all you are wearing! Half the university will see you half naked!" she giggled...

"I know, and that's the way you want it isn't it, my love", I chuckled... I was sure that she was already getting damp just imagining the stroll to the beach.

Out the door we went, through the maze of campus buildings and on towards the path we had seen from the bus ride last weekend.

Sure enough, I got plenty of stares as we headed through the campus. I also noticed that when ever Cheryl saw other people approaching she steered closer to them -- making sure they got a good look at my display. Part of me hoped to God that none of these people I passed were in my classes that started next week -- I surprised myself with the though that another part of me hoped they were in my classes.

We quickly found out the path down to the beach is quite steep, in places relatively narrow, as it curls sharply down and away from the road. It also moves down through the remnants of a West Coast Rain Forest, several hundred foot tall douglas fir and cedars trees line the trail -- but mostly I was surprised at how busy it was. "Are you sure this goes to Wreck I asked over my shoulder backwards to Cheryl". 

"Oh yes, it goes to Wreck alright", I heard a male voice respond, "you girls are first timer's here?" 

Laughing, we both responded, "Yes" and looked back behind us. I was surprised to see the voice belonged to a gentleman old enough to be my grandfather...

Seeing the shocked look on my face, he laughed, "Don't be too shocked girls, my wife and I have been coming here for over twenty years. She's already on the beach, I just had to park the car".

And so our first trip down to the beach went -- we saw people already climbing up the path out -- we passed several young women who were unselfconsciously climbing out topless, the first of which, surprised the hell out of us. Halfway down I almost had to rub my eyes in disbelief, as a completely naked woman climbed past us... I gasped as I saw her, and I could hear the old guy behind us chuckling at our reactions. "It's quite a sight when you get there -- and don't forget to sunscreen those cute little bottoms girls" he added. Within minutes the trail opened up to a final stairway to the beach. We both paused at the top and drank in the sight...

There in front of us were hundreds, perhaps even a thousand, naked, and half naked people. I could hardly believe my eyes.

The gentleman who was behind us paused at the top step when we did, "Enjoy yourselves girls, but be careful, this beach is full of all kinds of temptations -- make sure act sensibly" and with that, he passed us down the steps.

"Well, let's find a little piece of beach we can call our own Cher." I said and started down the stairs... I took a few steps, and realized that Cheryl still hadn't moved... "Cher?" I asked, "you coming?"

"Holy shit Katie!!! Look at this, it's amazing -- I love this place already!" And with that she bounded down the last flight of stairs past me. 

We both slipped off our sandals, and made our way past the throngs of people on the beach towards the water and the area of driftwood logs that arranged above the high water mark on the shoreline. This was where the majority of people were already laid out in the sun. 

It didn't take long to find a nice log we could put our stuff against, and we laid out our beach blanket and towels, I continued to look out in amazement as the scene moved past us. 

Beside us to the left were a couple, mid twenties, both fully naked; to our right, a couple of guys and one girl, also fully naked; behind the log we were up against was a single girl, topless; further to the right ('Past the threesome???, my mind wondered') was another couple with a young child (2 years old?) -- He was naked, she had a wrap around her middle, and her legs drawn up, but I could clearly see pubic hair poking out from below. And on, and on, and on the view spread -- nude tanned bodies spread in the sun -- 'unbelievable' my mind echoed over and over.

No sooner had we spread our stuff than I heard a woman's voice call in a sing-song voice, "Coooolers, ice coooold beer, ice coooold naaaaaakeeeed beer..." I looked towards the voice, and sure enough, there was a, bronze-tanned, fully naked woman, lugging a small cooler down the beach. I couldn't help stare at her beautiful, but small breasts, and her completely shaved pussy -- proudly on display for anyone to see.

I found my voice -- "I'll have a cooler", I called. "Should I get a couple?", I asked the young woman.

"No need to," she replied, "I'll be back and forth plenty of times an hour, my name's Crystal, if you don't want to yell 'Hey you!". She plunked her cooler down beside us, and squatted down beside it -- her legs spread open within 2 feet of my face. Her cute little butterfly pussy lips opened invitingly -- it was all I could do not to stare. I dragged my eyes upwards to hers. She smiled, she knew exactly what she was doing, and was loving it, "So what would you two like? I've got Mike's Hard (Lemonade), Smirnoff Ice, and beer -- everything is five bucks each." 

"I'll have a Mike's Hard, and Cher, how about you?" I looked towards my silent roommate.

Cheryl was staring at Crystal's pussy the same as I had been. My question jolted her out of her trance "Ah, yes, ummm, me too." She stammered.

Crystal popped open her cooler, and dug out a couple of bottles for us. I dug into the beach bag I had brought and came up with a ten. "Thanks, I'll see you girls later," she said, "and oh, while I really don't mind it at all, you need to be careful about staring -- some of the vendors can get a bit snotty about it. And don't forget the sunscreen girls -- enjoy!" With that, she winked, closed her cooler, stood and continued her stroll down the beach.

"Surreal, Cher, absolutely, surreal." was all I could muster.

I put the ice-cold cooler to my lips and drank deeply -- I think to calm my jangling nerves more than anything.

"Well, as my mother used to say, 'when in Rome'," I said to myself, and I reached for the bottom of my T and I pulled it over my head... That same feeling of complete freedom that I had experience on Spanish Banks the weekend before, washed over me again. This time though, it was far stronger than I could have imagined possible. I knew that before long I would be completely naked.

I lay back on my towel, sipped my cooler, and turned to watch Cheryl.

She slowly, almost sexily, undid the buttons on her top. When the last one was undone, she pushed the top off her shoulders and let it drop to the blanket. She put her left hand on the front of her top, and with her right, she reached around her back, and untied the halter of her top, and then undid the clasp at the bottom. I saw her take a deep breath -- as if building up internal courage (which I am sure that is exactly what she was doing), and she drew her left hand away -- with it came her top. She exhaled slowly and sighed. 

She turned and looked at me, grinning from ear to ear, "Now I know what you feel Kate. This feels so good, so free, so, I don't know -- I guess natural to me. And at the same time, it feels so sexy to be topless in public -- even if it is on a clothing optional." She lifted her bum, and slid her jean skirt down her long shapely legs.

She too lay back on her towel, against the log. She grabbed her cooler and took several deep drinks.

I got out the sunscreen and started lotioning my front up -- Cheryl followed suit with her lotion. "Katie, I'll do you back if you will do mine?" Cheryl offered. I laid back, rolled over and felt her fingers immediately begin to rub lotion into my back. Slowly, she worked her way over me all the way to upper edge of my bikini bottom, several times I felt her nipples grazing my back and every time they did, I felt a little more aroused. Then she shifted to my feet -- and began working her way up every inch of exposed skin on my legs. Her hands moved higher, and I parted them willingly. Her hands were on my upper thighs in no time, rubbing a fresh batch of lotion into my skin. Her thumbs slid lightly, and them more persistently over my barely covered lips. She then moved her hands up and onto my ass, I had been silently, but expectantly waiting for this. She slid the thong of my bikini into my ass crack, and (finally), her hands massaged my, all-but-bare, ass. I sighed as she finished -- I knew I was soaked, and I know she knew it too...

She lightly slapped my ass, and then playfully said "My turn, hon." And with that dropped to the blanket face down.

I repeated the same procedure on her -- starting on her back, and working my way down to her bottoms. I very nearly untied her bottom strings right then, but didn't. Cher's bikini bottom was a little fuller than mine -- I couldn't slid it into her ass, so instead I slipped my hands underneath the edges of it making sure my fingers found their way to the crack of her ass. I felt her thrust herself slowly against the blanket as I did so. "Liking this, my sweet?" I whispered. "Oh, yes, don't stop just yet, Katie." But teasing, I withdrew my fingers and began to rub the lotion into her lower thighs at her knees before working upwards between her spreading legs. I allowed my thumbs to 'accidentally' graze, and then push a little against her material covering her lips, I felt the slippery wetness soaking through the thin material of her bottoms. 

Before things got out of control, too quickly, I worked my way back down her legs, and finally to her feet.

I sat back once finished, and Cheryl rolled over. "Damn, that felt good!" She said with passion.

We both heard a feminine voice from behind the log "I'll bet it did!" 

Laughing with comic relief we both sat back and enjoyed the sun and the rest of our coolers, while the ocean breeze wafted over our half naked bodies. 




Exhibiting at the Beach



As promised, it wasn't long before Crystal was by to replace our drinks -- several times in fact. I could feel the buzz from the coolers, and was starting to feel more than a little hot from the sun. "Cher, I need to take a dip in the ocean." 

Cher replied instantly, "Yeah, me too." The young lady behind us immediately offered to look after our stuff while we went wandering.

Cheryl reached for her top, and then dropped it -- her hand moved to her sheer blouse, and then dropped that too -- I could see a discussion playing out in her head. "Cher, it's okay -- let's go topless." I offered.

She looked back at me, "I know -- It's just, you know, the first time I've ever done this. It's a little scary."

"It's okay Cher -- you're gorgeous -- besides you are no different that virtually everyone else on the beach", I urged her.

I stood and reached for her hand, she took it and I pulled her to her feet.

No sooner were we on our feet, and I heard another vendor calling out "Watermelon, watermelon" I looked towards the voice and moving towards us was a full figured, beautiful woman carrying a tray of sliced watermelon. 'Perfect on such a hot day' I thought. I motioned to her with my arm and she stopped in front of us. 

Presented in front of us were thick, pink watermelon slices, and another small tray that held cookies. 'Mmmmm, cookies too,' I thought. We both asked for watermelon slice, and I asked about the cookies. "These are 'special' gingersnaps, would you like to share one?" 

Although I was a girl from a farm in valley, it didn't take more than a second to guess what 'special' meant. I asked for one each.

She handed one each to us, and I paid up for the treats. 

Cheryl took a bite of hers, and laughed -- "These are hash cookies Katie! -- Have a bite", and she offered me hers.

I took a bite, and sure enough, through the ginger taste was the clear taste of hash oil. "This is going to get interesting Cher... I think we better just share the first one, and see how it goes..." 

"I'm okay with that Katie... But I've got to warn you, pot makes me very, very horny!!!!"

"So what doesn't make you horny, my love?" I asked laughing...

Still standing, we split Cheryl's cookie, munched it down, and then washed it down with the last bit of cooler. I stashed the other cookie in the beach bag.

Once again, I took Cheryl's hand and we began heading towards the shore.

The beach at Wreck drops off a little more quickly than at Spanish Banks, and because it faces the Straight of Georgia it is a littler cooler too. But the heat of the day, was enough for me to dive in regardless. I waded in holding Cher's hand until the water was at my waist, and then I dove and swam for a few strokes. I broke the surface of the water rolled over and stood up -- the water was at my breasts. I watched as Cheryl repeated my movements -- she surfaced immediately in front of beside me, and as she stood I felt her hands slide up my sides and cup my buoyant breasts. My hands slid to hers as well. I thumbed her nipples which were rock hard from the cool water.

She hungrily moved against me and kissed my lips -- I responded greedily.

Below the water my fingers found her bathing suit bottom, they easily slipped underneath to her pussy and I began to play -- initially, she offered no resistance. She squirmed against me -- clearly loving the attention, but also glancing nervously around.  

I wanted her naked on the beach -- and soon.

She broke off the hug and gently disengaged my hand. "It's freezing out here Katie! Let's head back in." I readily agreed, and followed her back to shore.

I could feel the cookie having it's affect I could feel my already limited inhibitions fading quickly. The buzz was perfect, and with SPF 40 on each other I knew we could stay here all day. And if I had my choice, that's exactly what I planned to do.

"Cher, I need to walk a bit -- you want to join me?" 

"No, not yet Katie -- I'm going back to the blanket to take in some more rays, but you go ahead." She replied.

I wasn't disappointed by her response -- I need to get in some private exhibiting.

I've always believed that there are moments in your life that define who you will be -- sometimes they happen so quickly you hardly know they passed. The previous weekend, had been one of those for me -- and now before was another on of them -- I knew exactly what came next. 

We parted ways, and I wandered off towards the vendor stands behind us. She headed towards our place in the sun. I watch her go, and as soon as she sat, and disappeared from sight, I reached up to the sides of my thong. A quick downwards pull, and it slipped off my ass and I stepped free of it. 

What an incredible rush!!!!!!!! 

I was completely naked in public for he first time in my life -- and it felt so unbelievably good. I couldn't help myself from grinning and whooping quietly with delight! 

I tied the thin bit of material that had been my bottom around my wrist, and I continued my wandering. The first booth was one with hand made beaded jewelry -- it was run by a guy in his late twenties. Bearded, cute and clothed with a wrap around his waist. I casually wandered around the guy's wares. Acutely aware that I was being sized up by at least five different guys from three different directions -- including the guy in the booth. I picked up a necklace from his rack and went to put it on. Except I 'accidentally-on-purpose' dropped it to the sand. I turned to pick it up and, with my legs spread slightly, so as not to lose my balance I bent at the waist -- giving three guys who were twenty feet behind me a perfect reward view of my ass, and pussy lips. To make sure they got a good look, I stayed bent over for a few extra seconds as I watched their expressions through my legs.

I felt so brave, and free, and excited to be showing myself in this way. The arousal I felt was electric -- every nerve in my body was tingling as I continued to wander. 

I found I could barely walk from the sexual excitement I felt. I swear, I felt like laying down and finger fucking myself right then and there. My legs were like jelly -- but I resisted all impulses, and continued on walking.

The next booth had several rows of hand tie-dyed silk wraps -- they hung from strings that were suspended across the booth from post to post. They blew gently in the wind and looked gorgeous against the sun. I wandered among the wraps, allowing them to blow against my naked flesh -- it was like stripping, over, and over, and over, again as the wind lifted them across, and then off of my body. I could see an older guy, in his mid 40's I guessed, watching me intently as I strolled -- he was lying on his stomach watching my every move.

I began wandering towards him, he realized I had caught him staring and shifted his eyes away. I stood waiting for him to look back, and sure enough, he did -- I stared at him, and winked, just once. I began to casually stroll closer towards him -- his eyes were drinking me in, now no longer breaking away from mine. I finally stopped my advance not less than fifteen feet away from him. I lowered my ass directly onto the hot sand and sat with my back against a log, my front facing him. The heat of the sand burned my ass -- but I cared not, I was about to give this guy a show.

I stretched my legs out in front of me -- closed tightly. I squeezed my thighs, and therefore my pussy lips, together tightly -- I felt a small involuntary twitch of excitement. I casually uncrossed, and then re-crossed my legs in the opposite direction, allowing the movement to massage my cunt. The guy's stare remained unabated, and he smiled slightly. 

I repeated the movement of crossing and uncrossing my legs -- each time making sure I squeezed together my thighs. To anyone who watched for any length of time, it would have been obvious what I was doing, but to the casual observer it would not. As far as I knew, only this guy had noticed -- a powerful wave of excitement and arousal at the though of exhibiting myself washed over me.

I could feel the wetness leaking out of me.

I got bolder -- I uncrossed my legs, put them together and then pulled my knees up to make a 90 degree angle with my upper and lower legs. Still, keeping my feet together, I slowly opened my knees until they were about 10" apart, equally slowly, I squeezed them together -- I repeated this slowly six or seven times, each time squeezing my legs and thighs together. The guy now had his eyes almost glued to my crotch, but occasionally, he would still glance up and make direct eye contact with me. I smiled at him and continued my leg movements. 

My pussy was sopping wet, I could feel a small rivulet of my wetness trickling down the inside of my thigh to the sand. 

I got bolder still -- with my knees still pulled up, and together, I opened my feet across the sand, until they were a little over a foot apart. I knew the guy had an unobstructed view of my closed lips. I smiled at him again, I could see him almost willing me to open them. 

I wasn't about to disappoint -- I very slowly opened my legs, this time wider -- until they were equal distance with my feet. I knew my lips were open, and my clit was exposed. The guy was completely absorbed by the view. I knew I was visibly soaked -- I could feel it, and I'm sure it must have been glistening wetly in the sun. I was sure he could see it was too.

I was within seconds of slipping my hand between my legs and spreading my lips for him, when the guy's wife arrived -- wet from a swim in the water. Startled by her arrival, he looked away quickly -- I had lost my audience.

I could feel the sexual tension ease.

I relaxed my legs and lowered them to the sand, keeping my legs still spread apart.

A few minutes passed, and I saw the guy's wife standing to get dressed -- the guy did too -- but I did notice though that he didn't roll from his stomach for several minutes more after his wife arrived, and I was sure I knew why... 

They both dressed, packed their belongings and walked towards me -- the guy at least 10 paces behind his wife. His eyes roamed hungrily over me as he approached -- he paused and looked directly at my wet lips. Smiled, sighed lightly, and moved on.

After a minute or two I stood and headed towards the shore line again.

I needed a dip in the ocean to cool off... 



Exhibiting Exhibitions



From The Terran Colony Archival Research Repositorium (Codex 1335), on the planet of the three moons, as documented in the original sources. Translated from the original ancient texts in the Earth year of 3008:

Bryan liked being an art student and learning how to draw. He'd always enjoyed being around artistic and cultural activities and events, and he wished that there'd be much more of these. The art academy had drawing, painting, sculpture, and holography classes, and all of them were really exciting. Bryan was blond and blue eyed, and in his early twenties. 

As long as he remained a student he received a deferment from The Imperium military conscription, and safety from probable assignment to a combat unit of the Space Fleet. He preferred the art community, and he decided to remain in the art environment in The Terran Colony on that world, from then on. 

But art school was also expensive, and it would be awhile before his own creations could be good enough, and Imperium approved, to sell and earn him any credits. So he decided to earn some income in the meantime to support himself. The art classes always needed models to pose for the 

others to draw. There was especially a shortage of males willing to pose, and he got a job right there doing so.

Bryan always enjoyed viewing the nude and wonderful bodies of the models, although the occasional male ones didn't turn him on at all. But he did love to see the many lovely, curvaceous, and naked females, from all planetary and species backgrounds, and especially the older and more mature and sophisticated ones, who posed for the art classes. They would all come out of the changing room wearing only bathrobes, and wait for the instructor's signal to begin. Bryan could hardly wait, and finally the time would come for the class to begin.

Each female model would remove her robe to reveal her beautiful body. Some of them had exciting tan lines, and some of them had solid suntans. All of the humanoid ones were well formed with nice rounded bottoms, big breasts, and soft triangles of pubic hair between their legs. Some had light, medium, or dark colored hair of various lengths, but one really lovely one had naturally multi-colored hair. 

Some had interesting tattoos, some wore rings pierced all over their bodies and even in their vaginal labias. Their breasts and behinds were always bare and beautiful. The best ones were bald and plump, and were his favorites.

They would sit, stand, pose and move around all naked and relaxed in front of all of the students. Some of the males would ignore these lovely naked females, and the others simply drew or painted them as they saw them. But Bryan always loved them! 

He would go up to them during breaks and talk to them. He would treat them respectfully and tell them how much he enjoyed them posing, how well they did, and how he hoped that they'd pose again soon for them. He realized that some of the other males in the classes were gay or bi, but he was straight and fully appreciated the females' naked naturalness. 

The female models enjoyed posing and having others look at their bodies, and especially the older and more mature ones. Bryan watched how they posed and learned from them what positions to do. They were fairly well paid, and they said that it was easy and fun work to carry them over until something better came along. Besides, they were helping others to learn and improve themselves, and that was rewarding as well.

Bryan hoped that he would look good and do as good a job as they did. He wondered what the others would think about looking at his own 

buttocks and genitals. He was soon to find out.

The day came when he was to pose for his very first class. This was a portrait art session, and he kept his clothes on for it. He sat in a comfortable chair for a few hours, with breaks, and got paid to let the other students draw and paint his face and head. Some of them were attractive young females, and they weren't as afraid of him being clothed as they sometimes were of the naked male models in the other classes. 

He went home realizing that it was easy and fun, but that it was also going to get much more exciting soon. The very next day there was his first nude modeling class to pose for. This was really going to be what art was all about!

The next day Bryan went to the class early and he waited for the others to arrive. When the Terran female instructor and some females who were students came, Bryan went into the changing room and removed all of his clothing. Then he put on his robe and, his heart beating faster, went back out to the room again. When the lovely instructor was finished talking about the females' assignments, and all of them had arrived and set up, they were ready. Bryan then went up to the posing platform and, taking a deep breath, removed his robe.

He was dizzy with excitement as he realized that there he was, Bryan, up in front of a room full of female strangers, completely naked! All of them, of various species and planetary backgrounds, were looking at him and drawing his body lines. He did some quick gesture poses, and then some longer ones. After awhile he began to relax and feel more comfortable, and he was able to bend and twist for some excellent artistic positions. 

The cute young female students were wide eyed and pleased with him, and so was the instructor. She would come over and gently take hold of his arm or leg to pose it "better", and she kept smiling at him. And Bryan was really turned on by it all. The female, Robyna, was a very competent and capable art instructor. She had a Masters degree in Fine Arts, long brown hair, beautiful hazel eyes, and a remarkably fit and trim figure for a Terran female in her late thirties.

But since the class was filled with immature and unsophisticated younger, and even just teenaged, female students, Bryan didn't get any kind of real arousal. The cute females appreciated a nude male body, with his masculine muscles and frame. But they would be far too frightened if his desire rose up and out towards their various virginities. 

Most of the young females only drew his head or body from the waist up anyways. They were usually at least a little embarrassed by an older male's body below the waist. But a few of the older females drew his full frontal nudity, and they really appreciated all that Bryan was showing them. Robyna, when not helping her students, drew near perfect sketches of all of him too. She kept nodding and smiling at him, and he really appreciated her interest and approval.

During break time he put his robe back on again, and walked around to look at their drawings of him. This was when he most noticed the differences in their attitudes about human figure drawing in art. But Bryan also found that the few older female students, who were more sophisticated and mature, sketched the details of his genitalia, and in accurate scale. Bryan was well proportioned anyways, and he was tall and muscle bound, and these more mature females really made him out to be a Terran male!

After class Bryan went back and got changed into his street clothes. As he was leaving the lovely art instructor came up to him. 

She asked him, "Would you willing to pose for me in my own private studio? The other artists and I are always looking for nude models, especially males, and especially such attractive males as you are. We can draw each other nude, and we do, whenever we need female forms, but male models are rare here. We will even pay you double!"

And, of course, he instantly replied, "I agree!"

They exchanged names and communication numbers, and they made initial plans for him to visit them soon after. Bryan posed for one more class at the school, where he kept on most of his clothes, and they sketched close views of his bare hands and feet. Classes were over for that week, and he was thus free for whatever would occur that, as usual, three day weekend.

That Saturn's Day afternoon Bryan went to the dwelling address that he'd been given. The place was a huge and elegant old Imperium style unit, which the divorced Robyna had received from her ex-husband as a part of the settlement when he'd left her to return to the Andronmedan system.

Bryan was very impressed with it. 

He was welcomed in by Robyna, and other older female art instructors whom he'd met at the Life Drawing art classes, and he was shown around the dwelling and studio. He noticed that the bedroom had a large double bed with a mirror on the ceiling overhead. The art studio room was big and comfortable, with skylight windows in the ceiling and roof. Their work stands were already set up, and sketch books or painting canvases already in place. They were just as excited to have him there to pose for them as he was! 

There were a half dozen female artists there, all in their thirties and forties. They wore shorts and flimsy tops, and they took their shoes and socks off to be more comfortable.

They put on soft music, and asked him, "Are you ready?"

They were single or divorced, and their bodies and figures were still beautiful and desirable.

Bryan, a typical visually orientated male, enjoyed looking at them. He quickly stripped off all of his clothes, and they gasped and smiled as they admired his strong and handsome naked features and body in their own studio. He found that he really loved being an exhibitionist for these admiring older females, and that this was the way art should really be. He got into poses for them and they began to draw or paint his body, depending upon what kind of materials or media they were using.

One of them, a Casseopean, always positioned herself so that she could get the best view of Bryan's entire Terran body, and also work on foreshortening techniques to make her drawings the most anatomically accurate.

After awhile Bryan began to relax and really enjoy himself. When they took breaks he stayed nude for them, and they talked with him and showed him their works. Some of these were really good, and the best ones were depictions of other handsome and muscular younger male models such as himself. Many were from other planetary systems, and although basically humanoid, had the additional limbs, eyes, ears, etc. of their species.

They asked him, "Would you be willing to pose nude with a female model?"

And, of course, he said, "Yes I certainly would!"

It was wonderful to be naked and on display for these partially clothed and admiring mature and sophisticated women. Bryan was really pleased with himself, and he was excited as he could be. These females were certainly much more interesting to talk to and be with than any of the younger little ones that he'd known had been. He was very impressed.

As the modeling session went on they asked him, "Can you do a more 'exotic' pose?"

And he said, "I will try."

They wanted him on his back on the bed, and they all agreed that this was a perfect way to pose. These ones were experienced and sensuous artistic types, and they had all had many interactions with naked males before. But they were all now in real awe at the beauty and power of Bryan's

fully displayed bod. The females all depicted him perfectly.

Bryan was invited to remain with them for dinner and Colony wine drinks, and he also remained naked for their continued pleasure. They gave him the promised double payment, and in credits right to his own personal account.

And they asked him, "Would you be willing to pose again this evening?"

He said, "I would!"

And they enjoyed their meal. Then they set up again in the studio, and a Pegususian female model arrived. Her name was Jynna, and she was young and no haired, with lovely bright eyes and an ample quad chest. She was soft and sensuous, and she enjoyed posing naked for both males and females to view. No young thing, she was in her early thirties, and her body was plump and perfect. An excellent female form for the art world to record.

Jynna removed all of her clothing, and she went up to Bryan and they began posing together. The artists told Jynna all about Bryan's BIG show for them that afternoon, and Jynna smiled at him and laughed.

After a few poses, the females began to request more intimate positions, and the two naked models began to move right up against each other. Both of them were well aroused, and this was allowed and encouraged by the females for maximum artistic erotic effect. 

Bryan enjoyed being seen and being with her. They really hit it off well with one another, and with the artists there. Finally they began to massage and hug each other's nude bods, and Bryan got the most turned on that he had ever been. Jynna was breathing hard and her four nipples and areolas were inflamed by his hands caressing them.

The females drew quickly, and all of them were aroused with the nicely warm moistness mature females were capable of. Bryan could see the true excitement in their eyes as they hurried to complete their artworks.

Then they asked the naked models to, "Please lay down on the bed together, and pose as if you two are having sex acts."

Jynna began to caress Bryan's body, and he began to do the same back to her. They did this for awhile, and then got into another pose. This one was a wonderfully intimate position, where they each kissed for a prolonged period with their hungry mouths. Jynna began sighing, and the females really became excited. They all began to breathe and sigh heavily at the visual delight of these two nude and gorgeous models on total display for them.

Bryan and Jynna had both had sexy experiences with females and males respectively, but never in front of an audience. This was the most exciting experience anyone could ever hope for! They both continued to caress and kiss the body and mouth they each had been experiencing. The artists cheered and applauded, and as the evening modeling session finally ended everyone was well pleased.

Bryan said goodbye to everyone, and the partially clothed older females all hugged and caressed his naked body before allowing him to get dressed. Robyna gave him a kiss on his lips as well, just like on old Earth in the ancient era, and she looked deeply into his eyes as she smiled farewell at him. Bryan went home to his tiny dwelling unit, happy and blissfully contented.

There was much about the art life that he would have yet to learn about, but he would certainly learn. He also received the payment credits from the art academy, and so he had enough money to stop the financial down slide that he had been headed for. It was easy earnings, and truly tremendous fun. He got to show off for females to admire, and he even got to have some sexy experiences with some of them. No stupid childlike little females either. These were wonderful and desirable grown up adult females. This was really art!

Bryan had a nice warm sonic bath, and he went to bed nude. The Maffei satin sheets felt good, and he would sleep completely naked from then on. He also began to Solar Star ray bathe nude out on his balcony, which was blocked from others' views. Finally he began to contact other artists and places to see if they needed any male models, and some of them certainly did.

Bryan began to build himself up a network of modeling jobs, ones to contact, and he also decided to make himself available for hologram classes as well. Being a nude male model was an exciting life, and he certainly had the looks and body for it, especially being a Terran.

He soon got a call from Robyna, who was also a holographer, to visit her in her private studio. The female had been truly impressed with Bryan and his extra special talents at achieving just the right erotic effect, all for art's sake. Bryan went to her stylish dwelling, and the lovely instructor greeted him warmly. 

Then Robyna took Bryan into her back room. There she had a special studio set up, and this was for more exotic sessions. She had already set it up with a cloth covered couch, lights, and a scenic backdrop. Bryan was very impressed, and he felt his heart pounding faster. This was even more exciting than the art classes!

The hologram artist Robyna had Bryan undress, and she began to personally handle his naked body to get him into the proper poses. Bryan found that he truly enjoyed being on display, being touched, and being directed by this clothed beautiful female. The artistically mature Robyna was direct yet gentle, and she was always interested in getting the maximum effect from her model's body. Bryan liked the holographic camera recording off at him, and the attention and the pleasing he gave to the female taking all those pictures of him.

And after a short break the female told him, "Now we can begin the REAL session!"

Robyna began to re-arrange Bryan for the deliberate point of her own personal fantasies. She began to rub warm lotion on his naked muscular body, and the feel of her soft feminine hands on his bare skin was fantastic! He certainly got aroused, especially as her dozen nimble fingers worked their way over every part of him. Bryan began to sigh and breathe heavily, and he closed his eyes to fantasize about what was happening to him. The holographer got back up and began filming away with her imager. This was exactly what she wanted.

Then Robyna continued to gently massage Bryan's nude body, and he soon became saturated with the oil. The lights glistened off of him, and the holograms were perfect because of this. The female's hands had felt absolutely incredible Bryan had found, and he could see Robyna smiling,

well pleased and contented, at him. Then the session was over, and she invited Bryan to remain with her for awhile to enjoy some snacks and drinks. He decided to remain nude for her, and Robyna certainly appreciated his lack of inhibition, as well as his wonderfully naked Terran male body.

Later Bryan got dried and dressed, and as he left she handed him a receipt with his extra credits on it. She hugged and kissed him goodbye, rubbing her full breasts against him. Bryan left the session realizing that it had earned him a nice amount of pay, and that it had certainly been well worth it. Soon his images would be hologrammed and be displayed on the sets of Robyna's art and holographic studio. He really liked that, and he hoped that he could continue on with his personal interaction with her.

She had said to him, "You are my favorite male model now."

And she had also invited him back again for more posing sessions, dinners, and "more involvement."

Bryan's next phase of development was to go to the entertainment places that featured exotic dancers. Most of them were for males to view little naked teenaged females. But some of them were for a wider variety of clientele. Bryan found the perfect one for him. It was an exclusive

club like place which offered muscular male dancers for the viewing pleasures of an all female audience. Bryan was invited by the two middle aged Piscesian females, owner and manager, to come and audition, and he eagerly went.

He arrived at the place and was welcomed in. He was shown around, and told all about the club and its best features. There were chairs and tables all set up, and the stage was well lit with lights. The club members were also allowed to bring their hologrammers to make images of the male dancers while they performed. There was also audience participation and complete hands on experiencing of the performers permitted. The owner and the manager both always wanted the very best of catering to the desires and expectations of the humanoid female club members.

There were no arrivals yet, since it was early in the afternoon, but they set up the stage for him to try out anyways. They put on the lights and began the loud heavy beat dance music. Bryan got up on the stage and began to dance for the few females who were there. He was very excited at being there and performing like this. His heart was really pounding at the thrill of being watched while he was dancing. 




Exhibiting Exhibitions



Then he began to remove his clothes, piece by piece. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He went over to the women and they unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off in the back for him. He continued to wiggle and gyrate around to the beat of the music.

Then Bryan undid his belt and opened the front of his tight pants. He went over to the females and they grabbed the legs and pulled them off of him. He had on tight fitting briefs, and they patted his behind as he moved around the floor and tables. Then he slowly pulled down the pants to reveal his tiny G-string beneath it. It covered only his genitals, and Bryan could feel the hunger in the eight eyes of the two mature females staring eagerly at him. 

They both kept themselves looking shapely and attractive, and even though he was years younger they were both still sexy to him. He went back around to them, and they each put a credit receipt in his string. The sexy mature female manager even ran her four hands along Bryan's two

thighs and hips as he moved all around them. Then he was back on the stage and pulling off the string. He spun around and began to reach full arousal as he danced towards and at them.

The females applauded him and told him, "You're hired!"

Bryan was happy. He had passed the entertainment audition. He had also impressed them by remaining relaxed and naked with them, as he sat and had a drink with them. Then they'd had him get dressed, and invited him to begin that very night with the rest of the dancers. He agreed and went home in a very happy state.

That evening he went back to the club, and they were glad to see their latest star. Bryan met the other male dancers, and he found that some of them were Terran and some from other worlds. Most were humanoid, either hetero, homo, or bi-sexual. They were all tall and strong, and had good bodies from working out. Some had tan lines and some didn't. All of them enjoyed being exhibitionistic and showing off their various species male bodies. Bryan truly liked the whole idea of it all, regardless of what planet any of them were from. 

Then it was show time, and the club members began to appear. They were in groups, couples, or singles, of all ages, and all female. The fun was certainly about to begin for them!

The regular dancers went out first as the audience expected them. They danced and peeled down to nothing, although some of them stayed up on the stage without circulating out amongst the audience. The straight guys mostly moved around among the patrons and received massages, com numbers, and better tips. 

Then it was Bryan's turn, and he was announced as the new treat in store for them that evening. The club members were already aroused and stimulated by the other naked males' bodies they had seen. Several of them were kissing and fondling the nude dancers, and a few even had some of their clothing undone. Some started rubbing their breasts and bodies up against the naked men, and all of them were sighing, applauding, and cheering the action. 

The patrons were of all generations, young, middle aged, and elderly. They were from many different planets and species groups. Most were humanoid, and all of them were most definitely female.

The music started and Bryan began to move. He looked at them and smiled at them, and he could feel the lust in their eyes as they watched his every movement. He really wanted to do a good job for them, and so he did. Bryan enjoyed pleasing others with them viewing his body, and this was an excellent way for him to achieve this need. 

Bryan got rid of his shoes and socks, and then he moved to the tables and had one female in her early forties unbutton his shirt. Another thirties one pulled it off and they both began to run their hands on his naked chest and back. Then he jumped up on a table and undid his tight pants. Quickly two more patrons grabbed the legs and pulled them off of him.

He went onto another table and felt their hands reaching up to rub his legs and butt cheeks. Several hands began to slowly take hold of his tight briefs bottoms and pull them down. He was wearing only his G-string once again. The audience gasped and screamed as Bryan danced onto other tables.

They began stuffing credit receipts in his string, and rubbing and massaging his body. One grabbed his head to tongue kiss his mouth, and another middle aged female took hold of his frontal bulge to squeeze it gently for him. Then Bryan moved back onto the stage for his finale.

The music continued its heavy beat, and Bryan pulled down his G-string. They applauded and cheered as he spun around and he got fully aroused. They could all see that Bryan was really well built, for a Terran. He moved to the edge of the stage and a few of them moved up to him. One with six hands began to caress his bare behind, and another one with two mouths began kissing him all over. It was absolutely fantastic!

One female and licked her lips and smiled up at him. The rest of the audience cheered and screamed as she did it. Bryan was then completely drained, exhausted, and vulnerable as he stood there on the stage, naked and finished, for everyone there to view. He smiled and waved goodbye to them, and he realized that it had been the super thrill of a lifetime to achieve such a thing as he had just done. 

Bryan got paid a nice bonus from the owner, and he also went home with a lot of extra credits in the tips that he'd received. It had really been quite a day!

Soon after Bryan's images were displayed all over Robyna's place. He also got some calls from other female holographers to pose for them as well. Whenever he could he began visiting the nudist clubs in the area, and also going to the nearby nude beaches. He would find the best sections and strip to Solar Star ray bathe naked. 

He also began working out and lifting weights more to keep his body in perfect shape. The females always fully appreciated his Terran muscles and solid tan, and he really enjoyed them looking at him. 

But very soon after Bryan no longer went anywhere alone. Robyna began to make herself available to accompany him to his favorite places. She Solar Star ray bathed and swam nude with him, and her fit and trim body looked good enough to pass for a female's a full decade younger. She also began to visit the entertainment place where Bryan danced, and she screamed even louder than the other females there for his strip performances. She'd always try to be the one who pulled off his final G-string item.

Robyna finally invited Bryan to come and live with her, and he eagerly jumped at the chance to move in. She gave him his own room, but also always invited him to spend each and every night with her in her big double bed. She slept warm and nude beside him, and he gave her body rubs and tongue kisses constantly.

Robyna gave Bryan a fantastic quarter of a century birthday party, and she had many friends and faculty come. Jynna the lovely female model was there too, and they all had a good time. Soon after they were all naked and enjoying themselves in the sonic hot tub, and the heated sonic pool. Bryan got massages and body rubs from the many beautiful older naked females, and he loved the wonderful feeling of their hands on his body. 

Everyone there admired his muscles and tan, and most of the other artists even asked him to pose for them as well. Soon they were all covered with lotions and oils of various kinds, according to their various species' capacities and desires. Then it was back to the pool or hot tub to get water wet again. 

Bryan finished off the evening in the sonic sauna with a group of nude females, and he loved the way they all wanted to squeeze right up against him. He had a real life now! He truly was something special. Robyna always made him feel fully and completely appreciated, with warm caring and nurturing, and she always cooked him excellent meals. She was easily aroused and often initiated sex with him. They took sonic baths together, and always went to bed nude together. Bryan satisfied his physical lust inside of her warm and willing, never rejecting or refusing, beautiful body. Her two breasts stayed firm and full, her two nipples erect, and her multiple orgasms always real. Robyna was absolutely perfect!

She was completely unlike any of the younger and sillier humanoid females he'd fooled around with before. She was the perfect sex partner, and he never failed to enjoy entering and climaxing his seminality in her. A lustful young male's dream female come true! And both of them Terrans,

too.

But Robyna quickly became more than just a mere intercourse female. Bryan immediately realized that she provided him with more than adequate amounts of emotional care, concern, and affection. He had never received this from any younger female before. The annoying, aggravating, demanding, irritating, and immature females his own age. Robyna made him feel fully achieving and accomplished, appreciated and successful, and, especially, loved. 

Bryan had seldom been given any genuine caring or nurturing by his mother as a child, and perhaps he made up for it now. He gave Robyna true security and an energetically virile male in her life, aspects which she had lacked for a long, long, time. She was indeed envied by the other females around there, and especially by the far too many ones without any males of their own.

Bryan was successful and contented in his new existence as an art student, model, performer, and entertainer. He made a good living doing what he really liked doing best. He was happy and glad to stay in the exciting and glamorous life of the academic and entertainment lifestyle. He got to develop his talents and meet many new and interesting beings from all over the Galaxy, and especially very beautiful and sensual humanoid females.

And Bryan was kept very busy with private strip dance and nude modeling sessions for many of these females. Robyna helped him manage and schedule his times, and he became a well known local celebrity among the artists' community, with hologram images of him being so prominently displayed in Robyna's dwelling unit. And he remained much better off from then on.

Eventually he was even able to begin selling his own artworks throughout The Colony, and he lived a life of inner peace and contentment. His activities and creations were all approved by The Imperium, and he certainly made sure that they stayed that way. The room that Robyna gave him became his own perfect art workshop, and he produced works of increasingly better quality much faster than was normal for most artists.

Bryan had been stimulated and motivated enough, and certainly brave enough, to go for exactly what he most wanted most out of life. Success in selling himself and his personal abilities. This was really the way things should be for everyone else, and they certainly could be for everyone else, if only they would just be tried.



Exhibiting Is an Option



This is a true story of a weekend spent deciding just how far too go.

I spend about 40 weeks a year on the road and have for many years but at the ripe age of Social Security and needing some new things to try I wanted to see just how far one should go in public.

Usually when I travel I sit around my hotel naked with my windows open hoping that someone might see, especially when I jerk off over and over again.

On this trip I had a couple free days before a conference and decided to search the internet for hotels that were not heavily traveled but had an outdoor pool. It took some time but I found one.

The weather for the weekend was quite hot and the hotel only had about 10 guest.

On Saturday morning I decided that I would go out to the pool and sun and I was dressed with biker shorts but a bikini underwear underneath.

As I got to the pool I located what I thought was a safe place from the office and good direction from the sun. Once there I noticed two middle aged women checking in and heading to the room directly by the pool area on the 1st floor.

I said what the heck and took off the biker pants leaving me in my red bikini underwear. I then started to put oil all over my front side and was facing their room. Once in I noticed they opened their curtains (guess to keep tabs). I lay there for about an hour and noticed they kept peering out but didn't want me to notice.

I rolled over after standing up and putting oil all over my backside and also rolling the front, side and back of my bikini underwear to leave almost nothing for the eye to see.

This went on for another hour or so and nobody else was in the pool area I thought what the heck.

I rolled back over to expose my front side while removing everything. This time I noticed they were both standing at the window and seemed to be enjoying the scene.

Now I got really brazen-took out my oil and rubbed some more on including putting some on my dick and balls and started to stroke.

Since the sun was blinding I took a small towel and put it over my head to protect my face and eyes from the sun.

About an hour later I was being tapped on my shoulder as one of the ladies had come out of the room to join me wearing a standard two piece swim suit.

She asked how I had the nerve to sunbath in public in the nude. I said it started years ago when I first went to a nudist colony. She had not done that either.

I asked about her friend and she said she was way too shy but wanted me to come out and see what you might be up to.

I asked her if she had ever thought about being naked in public and she said no until I saw you doing it. I said OK then, let's start slow and maybe your friend will join us.

Let me take you top off and rub you down then-she agreed. I was amazed how firm her tits were and had great nipples. As I rubbed her I wondered how far this might go.

We lay there a few more hours talking about exhibiting in public...About then the other lady headed our way but she was wearing the skimpy bikini that left nothing to the imagination.

I said hello and introduced myself and she sat down on my other side and immediately removed her top and asked me to rub my oil on her-which was my pleasure.

I'm thinking this is going to be awesome.

About that time the Office Manager came out and said we had to be clothed right now or check out of the hotel -which we complied

Embarrassing as it was he didn't call the cops as has happened before and I tried to make the best of it and see if we could connect later.

They said they had heard there was a nudist colony near here and if I could find it they would join me.

I went back to my room and got on the internet and found one within 40 miles from the hotel.

I sent an email to the site to visit the next day and got a quick response YES.

I went back down to the ladies room to let them know and if they wanted I could drive tomorrow.

Tomorrow will be another story.



Exhibiting Wendy



I have been trying to get my wife, Wendy, to be more of an exhibitionist. She is a gorgeous curvy women 5'4" 125#, beautiful auburn hair, fair skin, who always turns heads. We are both mountain bikers, so her legs and ass are lean and tight. Her 36D breasts have small light brown areolas and very large nipples. She always wears low cut tops and dresses with no bra that show off her breast. When she wears a dress, which is most of the time, she rarely wears any panties. Sometimes people have caught glimpse of her changing while in a changing room shopping or changing clothes outside while camping, but these have always been accidental exposures. I wanted her to purposely exhibit herself to someone. 

This past weekend my wife and I were staying in Hyatt hotel a couple of hours south of where we live. We had made an agreement that she would do anything I wanted her to. So when we packed I brought one of her shortest skirts and this little sweater she wears as a cover up over top of some of her summer dresses to keep her shoulders warm when it was cool. It is rather small, so if she ever buttoned it up it would be pulled tight across her breast. 

As we sat by the pool drinking some rum that afternoon I told her my plan and we rehearsed what we were going to do. She was surprisingly receptive to my idea. I thought she would be more apprehensive than she was. That night after dinner we left the hotel and I drove around for a while looking for a convenience store with a young man working the counter. When I found a store that suited my needs I pulled into a restaurant parking lot just down the street and parked.

I took the sweater out of the back seat and I started cutting off all the buttons. I forgot to bring a scissors, so I had to cut them off with fingernail clippers. It took me a while to get the four buttons cut off. While I was cutting off the buttons Wendy took off her dress, which left her sitting naked in the passengers seat. There were a few people walking in the parking lot, but I don't think any one noticed. When I finished Wendy put on her skirt and the sweater. The sweater was a joke; she had to hold the sides tightly in front of her to keep her breast from breaking free. 

We both got out of the car, so she could drive and I could walk over to the store. As she got out she lost her grip and her sweater pulled open, both of her breasts swung free under the parking lot lights. She climbed into the car, while I started walking there. She gave me just enough time to walk in to the store before she pulled up out front. I went over to get a bottle of water, while she got out of the car and entered the store clutching her sweater. I grabbed my water and made my way to the register. 

I made it to the register just as Wendy walks up and tells the man a the register "Do you a sewing kit? I caught my sweater on the car door and all the buttons popped off. I'm from out of town, I don't have anything to change into and don't know what I'm going to do." She then held her sweater out just an inch or so showing the man that indeed the buttons were gone.

The man replied he "No... I... we... don't have anything... like... that" The whole time he couldn't keep her eyes off her hands clutching her sweater. 

She then asked him "Well do you have a safety pin or something." As she started to open her purse she lost one side of the sweater. The sweater pulled to the side completely exposing her right breast. Her nipple was hard and stood out prominently, while she tried to pull her sweater back closed. 

The man just stood there staring trying to say something. Finally he decided he needed to get rid of me, which was not part of our plan. So he tells my wife "Just one minute" Then he turned and to me and quickly said "That's $1.59." 

I was mesmerized by wife's exposed breast. I mean I've seen her daily for twenty years, but I've never seen them totally exposed in the middle of a store while other man and myself try not to let our eyes fall out of their sockets. I just stood there staring at her trying to close her sweater, while I try to hand the man the water bottle in my hand.

The man shakes his head at me, "No, the water is $1.59." 

Finally it dawns on me what I'm doing, I pull back the water bottle and start acting like I'm fumbling around for change hoping Wendy will hurry up and so I won't have to pay. I didn't want to leave. The man opened a drawer and was looking through some junk. I think he was going to offer her a paper clip. His eyes were darting back and forth between the drawer and Wendy's breast, which where now partially covered. He keeps staring intently at her breast waiting for them to break free again as his hands move hap hazardously through the drawer. 

Then he looked at me and told me rather annoyed, "The water is $1.59." 

As I handed him two dollars, Wendy finally spoke again, "Can I get some change to make a phone call, maybe I can get my friend who lives in Ventura (30 minutes away) to bring me something."

She then started hunting through her purse for a dollar like she was looking for a dollar. As her hands let go of her sweater to look in her purse both sides of the sweater pulled away and both of her tits popped free. Her sweater is completely pulled to either side of her big tits. She was totally exposed, nipples hard, breast jiggling as she searched through her purse. I had told her to move all her cash to the side pocket and to take at least two minutes to find a dollar bill. The man's jaw dropped open and his eyes were bugging out.

As Wendy continued to look for a dollar bill, the man threw my change at me his eyes never leaving her tits.

I stand there watching as her breasts jiggle and bounce as her arms bump them as she digs through her purse. After a couple of minutes I speak to her. "Excuse me, I'm staying in a motel a few blocks from here, I think there is a sewing kit in my room. Would you like to come over and sew your buttons back on? 

She turns to look at me for the first time. She smiles and says, "That would be very nice. Where are you staying? 

"At the Hyatt just a couple of blocks away, can you give me a ride?" I replied.

"Sure, come on my car is right outside."

The man still must be telling all his friends about the women you lost all her buttons.



Exhibition



I've never been a very modest man. You could actually classify me as full-blown voyeur, a peeping tom. I have the added infliction of enjoying removing my clothing when people don't exactly expect it. It only took a couple of visits to the local holding cell for me to realize that this was one urge I would keep suppressed. I used to be married as well. One of my best memories of time with the Old Fossil (we had such dear names for each other) was a trip we took to Paris together in the early 80s. All the fashion houses were coming out with their wacky undergarments, and the Fossil and I strolled down the Rue Sous-le-Bois, she admiring the lacy curtains in the windows and I the lacy brassieres and corsets of the nubile frenchwomen inside the curtained establishments.

We had no children. My wife saw the way I admired the young curves on the schoolgirls that walked home along our street. She didn't understand that I was in my peak; I was still not that much older than the high school kids. When we married, I was 22 and she was 31. She had a home and had been in the same job for almost 8 years. I was still eating Cheetos and playing Atari on my days off. Anyhow, we married in '79 and divorced in '89. It's now '99 and I've had plenty of time to develop my penchant for unsuspecting subjects. The other day I hit upon my personal mecca.

I had been invited to some gallery opening at the local museum for a travelling Monet exhibit. Lots of posh people stood around sipping champagne and exclaiming about the divine this and the gorgeous that and those lovely, darling little whatevers. I blindly circled the rooms, looking through the paintings and guzzling the Moet. In one of the last rooms a woman in red caught my eye. What a cliche, but she radiated. I was probably 20 feet away, watching the back of her head as she animatedly told the group of men she was in the midst of some titilating story. Her hands helped weave the tale, her drink almost spilling out a half dozen times. How long did I stand there watching her? She threw her head back and the most addictive peal of sultry laughter rang through the room. I felt the corners of my mouth curl up in a smile, which I quickly hid behind my glass.

I didn't want to just stand there like an ass, but I didn't want to move on to the next room without any direct contact with this woman. "Tess," I heard. One of the men surrounding the woman was talking to her. Tess? The curator of the exhibit's name was Tess...

I decided that it was better to look like a fool and satisfy my need to see this woman up close than to just walk away. I straightened my jacket and walked over, quietly joining the group of men. They were talking about the antics of one of the security guards from a past exhibit. So these guys were employees of the museum.

"You're the curator of the exhibit, are you not?" I figured No was the worst possible answer.

"Yes, I am!" She looked slightly surprised as she held her hand out to me. What I touched was as soft as satin, long fingers with the tips painted off-white, perfectly groomed. "Tess Christianson, and you are...?" I could tell she was trying to figure out where I might know her from. I introduced myself and told her I had heard one of the guys say her name and I had seen it listed in the program.

"So you were eavesdropping on our conversation," she said with a wry smile. She had wicked green eyes that sparkled and danced in the light. "No matter, we don't mind another addition to the group, do we boys?" The guys kind of uniformly guffawed and shook their heads. The Group? My mind is so permanently fused into the gutter, all I could think was...gang bang? Duh, these are civilized people...on with the boring banter.

I stood and listened for awhile as Tess explained that the Louvre had given her a hard time about a couple of the pieces. They had borrowed four total from that particular museum, but the French officials had demanded they take out four times as much insurance on them as for any of the rest from other museums. I watched the movement of her lips as she spoke, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the way the material clung to her fabulous shape, the slope that led to the cleft between her legs... this woman was perfect. Probably a size 10, 5'9" or so, long auburn hair, the aforementioned green eyes, and large breasts that were pushed up and together by her dress to form a deep cleavage.

"Don't you think so?" What? Shit, she's looking right at me. I had no clue what had been said, or what SHOULD be said now.

"Probably, but I think it's all a matter of personal opinion." Please get me off the hook here, damn! She smiled and nodded in agreement, so I suppose I passed. I looked down at my watch and realized that it was almost time for things to be winding down.

"Need to be getting somewhere?" This woman caught me on everything..

"Not particularly, but people are leaving, and I don't want to keep you from museum buiness.."

She looked at the other men and laughed. "Museum business. Such a formal way to say it." She turned back to me and continued, "The museum will be open for awhile to the people already inside, not that I expect many to stay. We've gotten a lot of new things in the permanent exhibits, and if you wanted more time to check out the Monets without hundreds of people mulling around you, this is the time. Besides, it's nice in here without other people. You can hear a pin drop though. Echoey." She was looking at me with an expression of lust, I swear. It made no sense, but it was there. So I had to decide what to do. I felt like I would do anything to continue to be around her, but the idea of walking around looking at paintings was kind of boring. Also, I was beginning to think that these guys were permanently attached to her side.

"Why not? I haven't been here since last year; I'll check out the lower floors on my way out."

"Good. And please feel free to wander around up here, too. I'll be here for awhile.." She shook my hand as she said that, and I took a step closer to her.

"What about your friends here?" I asked in a lower voice. She looked unwaveringly into my eyes for several seconds, and just as I was feeling completly unsure of myself, the corner of her mouth turned up a bit in a grin.

"Don't worry about them. They'll probably leave as soon as I'll let them out of here."

We exchanged formalities and I waved at the group of guys. "Nice meeting you all." And have a safe and swift trip out of here, I thought. I walked out into the main reception area and was surprised at how few people were left. I didn't think I had been in the exhibit that long, but there were only 5 or 6 people still standing around, and half of them were waiting for the elevator down. I walked down the winding ramp to the third floor exhibit, deciding to waste some time before I went back up to see if Tess was alone.

The huge glass dome over the museum allowed for a beautiful view of the night sky. There were no clouds and some stars could actually be seen. That's such a rarity, being in a huge city. Tess was right about things echoing... I could still hear strains of her voice behind a wall and a floor up. I figured it would be helpful in gauging when everyone else was gone.

The quietness was giving me little shivers. I walked through the exhibit slowly, hearing my footsteps on the floor, the wood creaking slightly under my weight. I was getting turned on by the fact that I was in a public place but there was no one else around. My cock began to harden as I thought about Tess upstairs, seeing the rest of the people out, waiting for me to come back up and fuck her senseless....

I was standing in front of a case of gems when I heard Tess's laughter echo down again. They were still there, apparently. I reached down and ran my hand slowly over the growing bulge behind my zipper. Fuck it. Maybe I'd just masturbate and go home. I could hear the blood pumping in my veins, it was so quiet. I walked around slowly and unzipped my pants, freeing my now mostly-erect penis. I'm fairly long, about 7 inches, but the width is what's surprising. When I'm completely hard, I can't get my whole hand around my erection. I leaned back against the wall, running my hand along the shaft. I held it at the base and shook it a little, watching it continue to expand. The head was shiny now, straining against my skin. A few veins were visible on the shaft as I ran my fingertips over it, savoring the little shocks it gave me. I formed a tunnel with my hands and pumped in and out slowly, thinking about Tess, bound and bent before me, pussy shining with moisture, open to whatever I was up to giving her.

As much as I was enjoying that, though, I was kind of annoyed that she was still not alone. I decided to just put myself back in my pants, go upstairs, say goodnight, and make my way home. As I walked up the ramp I didn't see anyone in the reception area. I heard a female voice murmuring something inside the exhibit as I walked around the barriers and entered the gallery. Some of the lights had been dimmed, creating a very sultry atmosphere. There were huge velvet curtains at the entranceways to each room. There were benches scattered throughout.

I heard what sounded like a moan from a few rooms away. What the hell? I decided to take off my shoes so that I could see what was going on before deciding whether to walk in on it.

What I came around the corner to caused my jaw to drop. Tess was standing next to one of the benches, one leg up, dress hitched up, pussy exposed. Her fingers were slowly moving between her vulva and she was staring intently into the eyes of one of the guys from before, who was standing watching her with an enormous hard-on straining in his pants. Two more guys were standing with their backs to me, grinning but silent, watching the whole thing.

Tess let out another low moan and shifted her hips so that everyone got a better view of what she was doing.

"Yeah, baby.." The blond guy in front of her pressed his cock back from his zipper, squeezing the head, eyes now locked on Tess's hand.

"Take your cock out for me," she breathed, and I almost obeyed. Of course she wasn't talking to me. He did as requested, uncovering a very admirable member. "Squeeze it for me, I want to see some pre-cum on you." Damn, she was dirty!

I had found a comfortable position to stand in where I could get some friction on my groin from one of the barriers. I was rubbing my cock hard, watching Tess as her fingers delved into her pussy, then came out and circled her very visible clitoris.

She took her leg down and straddled the bench edge, rubbing herself on it. She closed her eyes and her head swayed back and forth with the movement. After a few seconds she opened her eyes and sat back, spreading her legs wide. "Come over here in front of me, I want to see your dick up close." The blond guy did as she told immediately, still pulling on himself. "You like my pussy, don't you?" she smiled wickedly up at him. "You've got me all hot and wet, I'm about to cum, but you know what?" He shook his head, and I could see his arm moving a little faster as he jerked himself off. The other two guys were sitting completely still, boners visible through their pants, staring riveted at the scene in front of them. I didn't see how they could stand it. I was about to cum all over myself and I didn't have as clear a view as they did. "I want you to cum all over my pussy before I have my orgasm. You want to do that?" Some weird garbled sound came out of his mouth and he started nodding frantically, his arm going faster than ever, his hips starting to buck. Tess reached down and spread her lips wide, exposing her now-flushed pussy. She undulated her hips a bit and her breathing got a little louder. "Your cock is so beautiful, I'll bet you've got a lot of cum saved up for me, don't you?" The boy sounded like he was practically crying by now. "I've wanted to see you like this for so long, now you're right in my face, about to cum all over my pussy...you make me so fucking hot...you know I'm going to fuck you once you've shot your load all over me...give it to me..." He lowered his hips and with a few final thrusts the first rope of semen pulsed out of him and hit her directly in the clit. "Oh, sweetie..." Tess started writhing and moaning as he continued to cover her in his seed. He collapsed back on the bench after a few seconds, and she ran her finger through her dripping pussy and smiled at him. "Was that good?" All he could do was nod.

They sat there for about a minute, not saying anything. The two other guys began to relax a bit. They still had not so much as even touched themselves during the whole fiasco. I was feeling a definite need to cum but decided to wait and see what happened next.

"Troy, you and Jeff come over here." so they DID have names...The two guys that had been on the sidelines got up and walked over to Tess. They stood there awkwardly for a second before she had the other guy get up. She stood up as well and told them to sit down on the bench, facing each other with one leg on either side of the thing. As they were situating she stripped her dress off to reveal the most perfect body I have ever seen. Her breasts were huge, bigger than they had seemed in the dress, but they were still quite firm. Her nipples were so small I could barely see them, and she had a small tattoo at the bottom of her spine.

Tess threw her leg over the bench and faced the one I assumed to be Jeff. She kissed him deeply and reached down to his lap. "You showed such amazing restraint.." she smiled at him as she undid the zipper on his pants. She pulled out his hardening cock and ran her hand up and down its length. Troy reached around her and massaged her breasts, tweaking the nipples. She started pulling slowly on Jeff's dick, running her hand over the head and reaching under to play with his balls. He leaned back on his hands and Tess reached forward and took his left nipple in her mouth. His back arched and he let out a low groan.

My need to orgasm was almost painful by this point. I unzipped my pants and let my cock rub against the cold metal of the pole I was leaning against, drawing a quick breath in at the shock. I grabbed a handful of the velvet curtain I was standing behind and wrapped it around myself, creating a tight hole to thrust into. It felt almost better than the real thing, and I had to go slowly to keep from cumming too soon. There was obviously another show just starting.

Tess was licking down Jeff's chest and had her ass up in the air by now. Troy had scooted back and was now face-to-face with her cunt. He was pushing a couple of fingers slowly in and out, and I could hear the suction it was creating. Tess's mouth reached Jeff's dick and she started sucking hungrily at it, circling the head with her tongue and then taking the whole thing into her throat. Jeff was holding her hair back from her face, watching himself disappear in her mouth, his hips pushing up slightly to match her downward movements. Troy took a wet finger and traced a trail up to her ass, where he slowly worked his finger in to the second knuckle. Tess moaned on Jeff's cock and pushed back a little, wanting more. Troy moved his finger in and out of her ass as he leaned forward and began to suck on her clit. Her legs were shaking as she continued to bob up and down on Jeff while getting eaten out and fingered from behind by Troy.

She suddenly lifted her head and told Troy to stop. Her hand was still massaging Jeff's balls, but she was sitting up and reaching behind her to unbuttom Troy's pants.

She pulled him from his boxers and began jerking him off with her left hand as she left Jeff and started rubbing her clit with her right hand. "I need to get fucked NOW," she exclaimed. The blond boy she had started with was sitting on the floor, and up until now he had been watching quietly, if somewhat calmly. I could see he was getting excited again, his hand moving in his lap.

Tess licked her hand and spread the saliva on Jeff's cock. He leaned back as she mounted him, easing down slowly at first, then pounding away at him once positioned. Her vigorous motions were causing an intense wet sound. Jeff was going nuts trying to stay quiet and she was grunting and huffing and moaning away, still rubbing her clit with one hand and balancing on Jeff's shoulder with the other. I closed my eyes and listened to them, imagined it was me impaling her gorgeous pussy on my shaft, me pumping my rod into her cunt, me feeling her tits bouncing and rubbing my chest as she rode me. It took all my reserve but I did not make a noise as I came. My cock shuddered out what felt like a gallon of semen into the curtain, and I stood there, mouth hanging open, unmoving, for at least a minute after orgasming. Sudden quiet broke me of my reverie and I opened my eyes.

Jeff was still buried inside Tess, and Troy was now running his tongue over her ass, alternating between that and pushing a finger deep inside her hole. He took the finger out and pressed two in, turning it around, massaging her so that the muscle would relax. "Mmmm, now baby," she said. He stood up behind her and slathered some saliva onto the head of his prick. He moved in close and put the head of his dick against her ass. As he pressed in she drew a sharp breath, then let it out slowly. He was in! I had never seen anything like this except in pornos and magazines. I suppose I didn't really figure it happened. Jeff was sweating, starting to move inside of Tess again before Troy was all the way in. Troy pushed a little farther, withdrew, then sank in a little deeper. It took about a minute before he was all the way in. "Now fuck me," Tess whispered hoarsely, moving her hips to get the guys going.

Jeff grabbed her hips and pushed up as Troy pulled back. "I can feel you in her man," he whispered. Troy slowly slid all the way back in and Tess cried out. "No, no, you didn't hurt me, don't get out," she said when Troy asked if it was ok. Troy stayed in her as Jeff pulled back, then plunged deep in her again. The look on Tess's face was one of pure ecstasy. I think the girl was having a constant orgasm with these two guys fucking her at the same time. The blond on the floor was pretty much forgotten, but he had unzipped his pants and was masturbating furiously.

Troy was pumping in and out of Tess's ass, balls slapping those of Jeff, and with each inward stroke from either, Tess whimpered and asked for more, harder. Jeff and Troy got a rhythm going at the same time, so as one was entering, one was pulling out. All three were sweating and writhing and crying out in pleasure. Troy increased his speed and Tess told him to cum on her ass. He pulled out and shot a small amount on her ass as she continued to ride Jeff, sitting more upright now, fingering her clit again. Jeff's cock was almost purple and he was obviously trying to hold back his orgasm as much as possible. 

"I want you to cum inside me Jeff," Tess panted. She started grinding down on his prick, pulling up slowly and slapping back down, gripping him with her muscles, tormenting the orgasm out of him. He grabbed her around the middle and practically sat up, slammed into her 4 or 5 times, then released his load inside of her, exhausted.

As they uncoupled I padded back out the front entrance and put my shoes on. I didn't hear any noise as I made my way down the three floors to the exit, so they must have been resting up. The memory of that evening has fueled many orgasms for me. Needless to say this was one of the best exhibit openings I've ever been to. Thankfully Tess is a new curator and will probably be hosting lots of other exhibits in the future.



Exhibition



Anna glanced across the room and gave a little coy smile before averting her eyes from the men who were gazing back at her. She knew exactly why they were taking an interest in her and the excitement of it all caused her to take in a deep breath that pushed her ample breasts ever so tighter against the thin silky material of her blouse. Anna was well aware that the dark red circle that surrounded her now erect nipples would be visible to all against the harsh lights of this corner of the bar.

The short flared skirt did little to hide her stocking tops and the seat she had chosen to sit on was not near a table that offered her lower body some form of cover. All this was not through sheer carelessness; this was Anna being at her most daring. 

The man sat next to her asked if she wanted another drink then rose to move to the bar. Anna saw the men across the room now take the opportunity to be less discreet and felt their eyes examining every inch of her body while their facial expressions betrayed the lewd and lustful thoughts that ran through their minds. The woman blushed but was brave enough to look back and give them all a little shy smile that almost broke out into a giggle. 

One man licked his lips in an exaggerated way letting her know he desired her; she laughed again before looking away. Then, feeling very adventurous and wicked she shuffled her legs about making her thighs part and displayed for a few long seconds, the gusset of her white panties. Almost in unison the men drew in deep breaths and cleared their throats as they enjoyed the spectacle. It was enough to attract the attention of the woman's partner who was still waiting at the bar to be served with drinks.

Just in time he too witnessed part of the show through the mirror at the back of the counter. He felt a thrill watching how Anna endeavoured to make it all look so accidental and innocent. In fact it was her coy demeanour coupled with her shy smiles and giggles that helped give the situation an air of erotic sensuality. It wouldn't be quite the same, thought the man, if she was blatantly flinging her legs open to all and sundry.

Careful not to spoil the event he watched discreetly through the mirror noting how vulnerable she seemed under the lustful scrutiny of the band of men. Anna smiled again at the men who by now must have been confused wondering why this delectable woman hadn't noticed just how much leg she was showing and had not covered up.

Bringing the drinks back to the table her partner excused him self and disappeared to the men's room. He knew full well that the men, still watching every move they made, would be hoping for more visual delights and he felt his cock twitch as he pictured the scene. Holding his cock as he stood by the trough he felt it growing and stiffening as his arousal grew.

Of course he was right to assume what Anna's actions would be. Fiddling in her bag she moved around causing her knickers to become visible and leaning forward she gave an excellent view of her cleavage as a blouse button suddenly popped open. Anna knew what effect she was having and peeped up to secretly check out the fronts of her audience's trousers. She almost began to shake a little when she saw the outline of more than one interested penis!

Barely able to control his erection her partner returned to find Anna already rising from her seat to attend to the same call of nature. She walked slowly and nervously because she knew she had to almost brush past the men to reach the door that led into the corridor. They liked her even more close up and she saw their eyes peer down her top and mentally undress her. She was very conscious of how her nipples stuck out and saw one man become fixated with her breasts that wobbled slightly as she walked.

Her path was just a little blocked making her stop and as she turned to squeeze past sideways one of the men spoke to her.

"You're a very sexy looking lady!" he grinned before eyeing her from head to toe making no pretence at what he was focusing on.

His friends unanimously agreed making Anna's cheeks flush bright red. She hadn't expected such close contact and wasn't quite ready for it yet. The conversation went on and Anna nervously answered their questions telling them all about her self – or at least certain little mundane things. The men sometimes embarrassed her sometimes positively shocked her with their forthright sexual comments. Suddenly she became aware that she had been away from her waiting partner for perhaps too long and escaped just in time to avoid answering the next question.

"So – what is a girl like you doing in a joint like this? We haven't seen you here before. Did your boyfriend bring you here?"

"It's not my boyfriend," she explained shyly, "It's my husband. Sorry, I'll have to go now."

When she did eventually return to her table the men had gone.

Her husband quietly asked, "What did they say to you?"

"Well, they asked if it was our first time here because they hadn't seen us before."

The corny line was nevertheless a very relevant question – just why where they drinking in what was a downmarket and rather tawdry establishment? Why would Anna have found it difficult to answer the question honestly?

Well, after being married for seven years they had, one night in bed talked about what turned them both on. Like many other couples, in an effort to stop their sex life becoming stale they had had 'the talk'. Now at thirty three years old they were becoming conscious that the years fly by and life's routine sometimes makes for a very boring existence.

In short, the outcome of it was that to the surprise of them both Harry, the husband had expressed an interest in tales and stories of wife-watching. He had admitted that the few times his wife had been a little indiscreet and men had noticed that he had experienced an incredible excitement.

He sat up in bed embarrassed at his admission but it was quickly turned into a breathtaking shock when Anna revealed that she would be quite willing to exhibit herself when the opportunity arose. She too, confessed the young wife, got a thrill from showing off to men and if she hadn't been so shy or scared about what would happen if he had caught her being naughty would happily have become quite the exhibitionist. When she told her husband that on one occasion she had answered the door to a caller and purposely let her gown fall open he nearly choked and it was several days before he got his head round it all. There were aspects of his wife's character that he knew nothing about – and it both scared and thrilled him.

So it had come about that the couple had agreed they should seek a little adventure and excitement. They would go out with Anna dressed to thrill and she would flash her body in front of men. Though not of course in their own neighbourhood! And that is why they were in a downtown area of low repute. It was much less daunting, they reasoned, and she would be less self conscious, that if she wanted to dress sluttish or very daring it was best in a place where it was almost expected - a place where such women fit in easily.

Though this middle class and sedate couple's idea of a "rough joint" was slightly misplaced so they had actually not chosen an appropriate place even though it was a little downmarket for their standards. However, it was a place in which they felt comfortable and having found similar bars they had returned to this part of town several times.

A point of discussion between them was "Is it sexier to wear a very tight short skirt that rides up the thigh and shows off her bum to its best advantage or like on this night a short flared skirt that, when she dances, as she sometimes did, would billow up and display her scant underwear." Now, on these special nights when they went out each article of clothing, bra, top, stockings, was chosen with sex in mind and its potential to attract the attention of other men.

Many was the time the couple had worked their way into a sexual frenzy just talking about it and when Harry witnessed her actually showing off to men the pleasure he felt was beyond belief. As yet though, in the pursuit of their hobby there had been no contact with other men other than a few small comments – but that was about to change.

"They told me I looked very sexy and had an awesome figure," Anna informed her husband excitedly but shyly.

"They made me blush because they said I had aroused them and it would show when they stood to leave. One of them actually pointed down to the bulge in his pants!"

As she related the rest of the conversation to Harry both were starting to feel the excitement building up though Harry was a little concerned about his wife's willingness to stay and chat with the men.

"Did you enjoy being so close to them after letting them see up your skirt? Did it turn you on?" he asked.

"Yes," answered his wife without any hesitation. "They told me they are going on to that club in the next street. They suggested we should try it – go along later."

Harry felt a surge of jealousy and apprehension thinking of how quickly and easily his wife had become intimate with these complete strangers. What would she be like if she was here without him, he wondered?

"Do you want to go there?" he inquired.

"It might be fun," she said pointedly.

Again Harry felt his nerves tighten realising that his usually shy wife wanted to meet again the men she had just purposely sexually teased and displayed her knickers to. This had never happened before; she had never wanted to pursue the naughty games with the same men or man and certainly not been brave enough to stand and chat with them too! 

"If we go...and they are there...will you be teasing them again...flashing for them?"

"Why do you ask?" she retorted. "If the chance is there and it seems OK to do it then probably yes. Isn't that what we like to do when we come out – what we enjoy doing?"

"Yeah, it's just that you've never done it for the same men twice, and after having talked to them too. Maybe they'll think you've followed them and want something more."

"So won't that make it more exciting – for us I mean? I'm not going to just walk up to them and say, 'Hey it's me again!' am I? They may not even notice we are there anyway."

"We'll go to the club!" Harry blurted out before gulping down his drink.

The music was a mixture of blues and jazz that fitted well with the tacky and drab décor. This was a backstreet club for backstreet people and Harry looked warily around the room peering into the dark dingy recesses. Every few seconds a face peered out from the gloom, usually the face of a rough and hard drinking man who obviously made his living using his big hands and muscles. Whether that work was likely to be considered legal or industrious Harry felt could leave room for doubt.

"Maybe we are out of our depth here," suggested Anna.

"We'll have a drink and see how it goes...but you could be right." Harry showed his nervousness.

For a while they sat at a table in a quiet corner watching the handful of dancers that had responded to the now more upbeat tunes. The place was barely half full but given that various groups were huddled away in little cubicles and enclaves with high back seats it was difficult to tell. The lights were turned down too so when a waiter approached with two more glasses the couple only noticed him when he spoke.

"The guy's over in the opposite corner send their regards," he told them slamming the drinks down before quickly disappearing again.

After a hurried consideration both decided it would be better to accept and drink the stuff so not to cause offence. Harry strained his eyes trying to see who exactly had been so hospitable. His question was answered a minute later when a well built man approached.

"Hello again, OK if I ask your wife for a dance?"

A short silence was followed by Harry stuttering his permission and without actually being asked the question Anna rose from her seat and allowed the man to guide her to the floor. Now Harry saw more faces appear from the corner as men leaned forward to 'clock' Anna in her little flared short mini skirt.

Rock and roll classics filled the air and Anna showed off her ability to jive. She was good and so was the man, in fact out of the dozen or so people on the floor they were the ones who stood out. Though to the men in the corner and to others similarly placed it also had something to do with the way Anna's skirt took off when she twirled.

Through the dim light Harry could still see the view his wife was giving the watching men. So too could he read the lustful grins on their faces as her dancing partner moved them closer to the corner table. It went on, the dance finished and Anna stayed chatting to the man between tracks before they moved again. They danced with great vigour and they became hot and dishevelled. Harry knew because he saw the buttons on his wife's blouse pop open to show the silky glow of her white perspiring bosoms. In spite of her bra being low cut the edges of her cups could still be seen.

Harry's cock rose to the occasion as every time his wife spun round the naked flesh of her upper thighs contrasting with her dark stocking tops made her look most delectable. Then they were gone.

For an instant Harry had taken his eyes away and she was no longer there!

With eyes flitting around the room he felt panic setting in. She hadn't passed him to go to the ladies room so where was she?

"We wondered if you'd like to join us over there in the corner."

The man who had slithered down unseen next to Harry startled him.

"Your wife's over there at our table – she wasn't sure whether you would want to come over – so I'm here to ask."

The man sounded intimidating even though polite which alarmed Harry even more. His lips moved but no words came out causing the guy to smile at his dilemma, then the man spoke again.

"Look friend, we can see you are a man who likes to see his wife enjoy life and have fun with others – know what I'm saying? Come over and we can all have a good time!"

Harry's instinct was to deny what the man was implying and he was a little embarrassed that they had been so obviously transparent and indiscreet. "Can't sit here on your own, pal – follow me!"

He did, and during the couple of seconds it took for Anna to see her husband had arrived a lot was taken in by him.

She was laughing merrily, the centre of attention amongst the group of six men. Two either side of her and two sat more or less in front she was positioned slightly back from the table so all could see from her head to her foot. She was on display and it hadn't been accidental. The hem of her skirt was almost folded across her tummy showing just the faintest glimpse of the front of her panties. The disarranged blouse was still unbuttoned more than it should have been and now as she was hot from dancing it clinged tightly to her breasts accentuating her nipples. A man held her hand – in place on his upper thigh.

They all laughed at a witty remark then Anna looked up losing her smile for a second. She was seeking knowledge on whether her husband approved – and was as happy as she was. Harry felt just a little uneasy at seeing his wife's unconcern of this close contact and too his shock she made no attempt to remove her hand from the man's thigh.

"Sit down fella'!" said a voice from the table. "We told your wife not to be a spoilsport and keep pulling her skirt down. We all agreed she should let us have a better look at her amazing body from close up. Those sexy legs are the best I've seen here in a long time! And my, don't we all love to see girl's in stockings, not pantyhose!"

When one of the other's reminded them they should not forget to mention her lovely tits all grinned and agreed making Anna blush and giggle. Though, as Harry noticed again, she seemed to really be enjoying it all.

Feeling nervous even though everyone patted him on the back and shook his hand he sat quietly listening to the men discus his wife's attributes as they sat gawping lewdly at her. Anna, in turn, answered their silly questions and responded shyly between her bouts of giggling and little girl glances. Sometimes she caught the eye of her husband and seemed a little anxious for a sign but then the next comment would make her giggle again and she would look away.

Obligingly she moved her legs around first stretching one out then bending it fully making the men hopeful they would catch a better glimpse of her panties.

"Go on," pleaded one man, "Just let those knees spread a little wider!"

Anna giggled loudly and drew a deep breath pretending to be outraged – but she loved it and was excited by it. Then looking coy and nervous she let her thighs part slowly and using her spare hand actually pushed her skirt just a little higher! Not all the way but enough to expose that sensuous little triangle of cloth. Again she giggled telling the men that all this was very naughty and she shouldn't be doing it!

After a while Harry detected a little movement in her forearm. He was probably the only one now who didn't have a full view of where her other hand was but his imagination told him that it was no longer sat resting on the man's thigh. Now he noticed a change in her facial expression and saw in her eyes a look of surprise and shock. even though she still giggled and smiled. Her laughter sounded strained and she glanced at her husband as though someone had just pinched her bottom. A certain air of fear, alarm at what might happen next could be read on her face. Then, as though resigning herself to the event she seemed to avoid Harry's glance and let her eyes flit in every direction before staring at the floor. Her breathing too had become strained and deeper causing her chest to heave.

The torso of a big man was in the way and Harry couldn't see to Anna's right hand side. Still her arm moved rhythmically but slowly up and down, to and fro. Harry could stand it no longer and stood up from his chair. His sudden movement alerted the men something was amiss but they did nothing waiting for his next move. They knew full well what had caused his wife's astonishment.

Harry looked down to see his wife's hand held over the crotch of the man holding her hand. He was doing the actions stimulating his penis by holding the woman's fingers in place around his shaft. Instinctively Anna, on seeing her husband's attitude tried to withdraw her arm but was held firm.

"Relax baby, its fine! We are having fun here, no need to worry."

It all happened very quickly and Harry was just finding the right words to say when he was told to sit down. The big man in front of him spoke softly but with menace in his voice.

"Hey, don't go causing any trouble; let's not spoil a good night. Chill out man, you like to see your wife teasing men like us so this is just carrying it a stage further. It's more upfront – you're just not used to it that's all. Don't fret – we know about those little fantasies you have in your head, time to put your money where your mouth is friend. Look, she's scared now and she was OK before you alarmed her."

Harry felt the evil stare of several men burn into him. Before he took his next breath a hand came down on his shoulder and encouraged him to sit.

"It's fine now babe, it was just a reaction, just go back to enjoying yourself again. Stay calm."

Harry heard the words directed to his wife and looked to see a confused look on her face.

"Tell her that you're fine now Harry, that you're cool," instructed one man. It was more of a command than a suggestion.

Harry told all he was fine and feeling the need to avoid any danger forced a smile to his wife before repeating himself.

The men immediately reverted to their jocular but lewd ways as they resumed watching Anna's hand being used to bring pleasure.




Exhibition



"Just open those thighs a little more again sugar," whispered one man, "Things got a little spoilt there."

Harry watched his wife oblige.

Again with the crucial bit of the scene blocked from his view Harry could only watch Anna's forearm and see the expression of her face. True, like the others he could see the display of leg and panties and was able to watch the heaving of her chest that pushed her nipples forward and caused the crease of her cleavage to widen then close Also he felt somewhat guilty that all this was making his cock very hard and giving him a perverted thrill.

His heart beat quickened when he saw the man seated at her other side start to stroke her stockings, stopping just short of the three inches of bare flesh at the top of her leg.

"That's it Anna, enjoy the excitement," he told her.

Was it this or something else that made her suddenly let out a soft yell and her eyes open wide? Her arm too was busier, going a little faster, and working as little harder. The men had stopped joking and now seemed quieter and more serious. Harry kept hearing little gasps and whistles and exclamations of the sort usually uttered by people watching sex films.

Suddenly Harry saw the other man let his hand drift right up to Anna's panties and gently commence to rub the swollen mound. He had to try and stand again but was pulled down.

"Hey, Jed, move over a little so Harry can see too!"

Jed did as he was bid to reveal that Anna's hand was now wrapped around an exposed and very stiff cock – she was busy masturbating the man but that was not the only shock Harry witnessed. No longer was her hand being forcibly held in place. The man had withdrawn his penis from his pants and after starting her off had relaxed his grip to let her set her own rhythm. His hand was hardly touching her but she had not protested or snatched her arm away. And on her face was a little shy smile that was followed by one of her little giggles.

Anna, on hearing the man say Harry wanted to watch had taken it to be a sign of his approval and was now quite happy to please the men. 

Several minutes passed by with everyone enjoying the show. The guy stroking Anna's legs bunched her skirt high letting the others watch as his fingers went from her upper thigh down to her knee then up to the mound. Sometimes he ran his hands over her belly and Harry knew he was soon going to be tempted to delve down inside her panties. Events put paid to that idea as the cock she was holding stiffened and the audience yelled out knowing soon it was about to erupt. Anna was urged not to stop and with great embarrassment she tried to look away but curiosity got the better of her and with cheeks burning red she peeped at the cock she was masturbating. When it did shoot its sticky liquid out she was heard to give out a long sigh and moan before the shouts of the men drowned out her voice.

With laughter and great joy all around the attentions of the other occupants of the club were drawn to the group.

"Say, you guys, the manager has asked me to tell you to cool it!" said the waiter, who had witnessed the last few seconds of fun.

Behind him the manager himself spoke out, "Over the top a little men! Why don't you all go over into the corner then you don't cause me to loose my license!" 

Harry, still reeling from his wife's willing behaviour wondered why these hard men did not argue with the man but instead did as they were bid. 

"Come on Harry!" urged the man next to him pulling him up from his seat "Can't argue with the boss-man!"

Looking for a chance to tell Anna that they should now take the opportunity to scram double quick, Harry, with dismay saw his wife being led into the dark corner of the room. He was sure he saw her smile and giggle as a man joked with her seeming happy to follow him. Within a minute Harry was being sat into a chair at the edge of a large semi-circular cubicle that had room for them all with extra chairs around the front. Anna had been taken away to the dance floor and he could only watch as she jived away with her two partners.

She was happy and content – and that fact filled Harry with despair and anger. She had just been forced to wank off a stranger and had her pussy played with in front of a watching audience and she should be upset and desperate to get away. That, at least is how Harry thought it ought to be – shouldn't she be ashamed that she had to perform this right in front of her husband too? Had not their little sex games gone over the top?

Anna twirled and made her skirt billow up showing her pants and stocking tops, just as she usually did when out to tease. She showed no distress and in between numbers laughed and chatted to the men letting them kiss her cheeks and hold her around the waist. The others talked amongst themselves then as Harry momentarily withdrew his vigilance deep in thought Anna was suddenly gone.

Panic set in and now not being coaxed to remain in his seat dashed to the door that led to the corridor. He surveyed the area and hoped she was in the ladies room. Hoping she would appear alone he planned to make his escape through the backdoor.

"Your wife's powdering her nose," a voice told him. One of the men she had been dancing with came from the men's room and passed him saying he needed a drink.

Now was his chance and sure enough Anna came out behind a party of very noisy females.

"Quick!" he said as he grabbed her arm, "Let's go out the back way."

He felt resistance and bewildered he stared his wife in the eye.

"Are you not upset and scared after what's just happened?"

Harry detected a disappointed look on his wife's face.

"Do you not want to leave?" he asked incredulously. 

"It got a little out of hand but it's OK now. They won't hurt us you know, as long as you don't try to cause any trouble."

She seemed confused as though she was trying to find ways to rationalise the situation and justify reasons why they should stay. Looking sheepishly down at the ground she listened to her husband's pleading and reasoning.

"But you always said you would like it if you saw me with other men. This is why we both enjoyed me teasing...thinking what it may lead up to. Now it's actually happened you have got cold feet and want to go home!"

Harry, stunned and surprised, put one more point forward, "You do realise that if you go and sit with them again they will want you to do more things for them? That's why they have moved into the corner – the manager isn't going to stop them because it was his idea."

"I know," she said quietly.

"Then you don't mind – you want to stay and let them maul you?"

Almost imperceptibly Anna's reply came and left Harry numb.

"It's fun – exciting."

Suddenly as though someone had flicked a switch she brightened up and spoke urgently.

"They will be missing us – let's go back in before they come looking!"

Incredibly she took his hand and hurrying ahead pulled him with her back into the club's lounge. She said she would dance again and pointed him to the group of men who beckoned him to rejoin them. He had no choice but to resume sitting with them and saw his glass had been replenished.

"It's a drink on the house Harry, the waiter's been told to get you anything you want – all night."

After a slight pause the man spoke again, "Your wife enjoys having fun with us. We will have better fun later when the place is quieter – when most of the strangers have gone."

Harry felt his stomach churn wondering what the man's comment implied. The menace in the tone of his voice kept Harry from questioning him further.

"I think maybe you are a little shy to show how much it thrills you watching your wife with other men. It's OK, we have met people like you before – lots of guys like to watch. Just takes a little while before you feel comfortable that's all. Don't worry about showing how much pleasure it gives you, do what comes naturally."

Harry almost laughed out loud at this gangster's attempt to lecture him and play the sex therapist. Cynically he grinned and thanked the guy.

Some of the other men had been away from the table and they returned just as Anna and her dance partner returned.

"Glad to see you still here Harry!" said one making the others smile.

As they shuffled for their seats a big rough bearded man announced he needed a breather.

"I could do with a little air," he said, then as he looked at Anna suggested, "Why don't you come out back with me and keep me company for a few minutes?"

Harry was very conscious of the knowing glances and smirks exchanged by the others. Surely his wife had noticed too and would turn down the offer.

Her little giggle told him she was going to oblige the man and sure enough she stood waiting for him to lead the way. Harry knew by the way her cheeks flushed and how she averted his gaze that she certainly was aware that the man had lewd intentions. Nevertheless he watched open mouthed as she willingly went with him out of the room.

It was a long four or five minutes that followed and Harry's nerves were on edge. The pictures that came into his mind made him feel sick and his hands shook. The remaining men mostly ignored him as they talked away but just occasionally told him not to worry. Harry couldn't decide whether they were making fun of him or if they were genuinely trying to calm him down. When one of the men went to the bar then disappeared through the same door Harry's great distress was evident.

"Harry," said one man softly after a lull in the conversation, "Why don't you go and watch what's going on. Go and join them then maybe you'll feel better. Don't spoil things though."

He could feel all eyes on him as they waited for his response. Shaking like a leaf he tried not to rush as he made his way to the door then once in the corridor hurried to find the exit. It was a fire door that led into a small courtyard and like one would expect was used for storage. A couple of people stood around near the opening but ignored Harry as he stepped out into the yard. For a minute he couldn't see anyone then from behind a stack of crates he heard a low moan.

Resisting the urge to rush forward he stealthily crept around the stacks. He didn't want to be seen because now he could observe Anna and see just what she was prepared to do when she thought she was free from him. The poor man's heart pounded and his mouth was dry as more moans reached his ears just as he was about to peer around the corner.

The scene before him stopped his breath. Anna was stood side on to the big man who was leaning against the wall of the courtyard. He was very busy kneading her breasts which by now were out of their harness while her top and bra straps were off her shoulders. Anna's was busy too – her hand was wrapped around a very thick and hard shaft. Harry saw her wrist moving his foreskin slowly up and down.

Astounding though it was that didn't complete the scene that met his eyes. Behind his wife was the other man who, as he lazily smoked a cigarette had his other hand between Anna's legs. Her skirt was folded around her waist and even the skin of her belly above her panties was visible. Her hips, whether by accident or design moved in little circles against the man's probing fingers

The predominant fact in Harry's mind was that all this was unhurried and slow. It was all being done for pure mutual sexual pleasure. She was not being forced or coerced – it was not an act of flustered instant gratification done before she was likely to beg them to stop. It was being done slowly and they were taking their time. Harry actually heard them calmly speaking to each other. Though the sounds that made the most impact on Harry was Anna's little whimpers and giggles that preceded her moans of sexual delight. 

Listening he heard the big man tell Anna how nice her tits felt and what a fine woman she was. The woman lapped it all up and giggled as she thanked him. The smoker had now finished his cigarette so having both hands free he held Anna while his fingers slipped inside the top of her panties and delved down the front to find her slit. Harry watched mesmerised as his wife merely responded by giggling yet again then let out a little feeble "ooh!" 

"Come on baby finish me off!" said the big man.

The watching husband saw a large hand take hold of his wife around the back of her neck and pull her face down toward his cock.

"No it can't be – she isn't going to do it surely!" Harry whispered to himself.

But she did and he just watched helplessly. He heard gurgles and moans and the slurping sounds almost made him feel disgusted knowing his wife's mouth was sucking on this musty shaft. A yell and loud groan told Harry the man had 'cum' – but Anna's face stayed put and he could see she was still sucking.

The man behind still had his hand inside her panties and as she stood Harry saw the sticky liquid on her cheeks and chin just visible in the half light of the yard. Expecting her now to cry or protest or even run away through a fit of conscience Harry saw and her just giggle in her girlish way.

He was lost in his despair and taken by surprise when the big man was almost upon him. 

"Harry!" he shouted, "Didn't know you were watching – go and join them!"

Shocked now he had been discovered Harry stepped toward his wife and the groping man. The big man, now with lust satisfied went on his way back into the club.

It almost felt surreal as husband stood before wife in the yard. The guy still had his hand in her knickers but she cared not.

"How long have you been standing there?" she asked calmly and nonchalantly.

"All the time," he answered, hoping to shame her.

It did not cause her any distress and she smiled and laughed a little as her hips moved involuntarily due to the movement of the man's fingers in her pussy. With her distinctive shy and coy manner she proceeded to wipe some of the jism from her face.

"Can I borrow your handkerchief?" she asked of her husband, "It's got everywhere!"

Harry found his hand meekly obeying as he pulled the square of cloth from his pocket and handed it to Anna. There was a short awkward silence before the man's voice broke through the night air.

"Say Harry!" he began, "That was good to watch eh? Why don't you step nearer and let me watch her do you now?"

"Well," uttered Anna shyly smiling all over her sperm stained face, "He might not want me to – not here."

She addressed the man but it was a question to her husband. Harry could not believe she had done such a thing! Was this really happening or was it a weird dream – was this really the woman he had married? Here he was, stood listening to her speaking so calmly having a conversation while a man had his fingers deep inside her and she was happily stood with her tits hanging out and her clothes bunched around her waist!

"Come on, I'd love to watch you suck cock again!" said the man.

"Oh...OK...I suppose I will then!" said Anna resigning herself to the man's request.

Without further ado she unzipped her husbands fly while he stood dumbfounded taking it all in.

Soon he was in the strange situation of standing in the backyard of a club being masturbated by his wife while another man played inside her knickers.

Nature took over, he felt his cock start to rise and stiffen. Anna noticed too and squeaked her approval. She kissed him and he tasted the salty cum from her previous efforts – it caused his penis to stiffen even more! He watched how her tits bounced up and down and saw her delighted face smiling at him.

"I told you it would be fun!" she whispered in his ear before she sank down in front of him.

His penis slipped into her mouth and she greedily sucked on him. This is how the other man enjoyed her – this is what he watched her do to him. She loved the way her pussy was being played with at the same time because Harry could tell that she did.

"Fucking hell!" hissed the other man.

Harry saw him almost ripping her panties down and his heart skipped a beat as the man then lifted his wife's backside high in the air. When Harry heard the sound of a zip he realised he was about to watch Anna be fucked from behind by a stranger. Would she now call a halt and say this is enough? Would he, her husband just stand there and watch this man fuck his wife right in front of him?

Anna yelped when she felt the man's dick but then just sucked harder. Harry thought he must now be inside her because his hips bucked against her. Should he stop it now? Perhaps just this once it would be interesting and exciting to watch how his wife responds to another man fucking her. He felt her suck with more enthusiasm so she liked what she was experiencing. Almost unconsciously Harry's hands fell to hold his wife in place, supporting her and balancing her as she jerked back and forth. Helping to her keep her mouth wrapped around his cock he watched and listened to her enjoying the other man's penis inside her cunt.

The man slapped her arse twice and Harry, shocked, waited for his wife's protest.

"Oh yeah!" he heard her say as she momentarily took his dick from her mouth.

She liked that too, and Harry just held on to her as he watched the man repeat the action.

Tried as he may Harry couldn't hold back his rising sperm for long. With a feeling of embarrassment and guilt he gave in to Anna's lips and the erotic sight before his eyes. His wife drank his juice with a thirst like she had never had before. She begged her husband, even though he was spent to hold her tight and in place so not to loose the pleasure of the thrusting cock behind her. She was very vocal for the last few minutes of her shafting and at last the man exploded inside her.

No longer was there any evidence of shyness and as their passion subsided, Anna turned and happily licked the man clean.

Silently they moved back indoors and as Anna excused herself by the door to the ladies room the men smartened them selves up and went back into the club.

"Do you want to go home now?" was the only thing Harry thought to say.

"Not really, not just yet," his wife told him.

The one thing that scared Harry now was that he knew his wife didn't like to be left unsatisfied after sex. He knew she was still aroused and if they had been home and he was exhausted then this would be the time she would bring herself off with dildo or fingers. Whatever she would do tonight didn't bare thinking about.

For another hour he watched his wife dance as though nothing abnormal had happened then sit and chat happily to any man or men who cared to talk to her. Sipping on her drink and once again sounding like a giggling shy housewife she would accept with equal polite delight invitations to dance or to go and sit in a more private dark corner.

Whether the request came from one man or two she would say the same, "Oh...go on then!" before either walking to the dance floor or sitting away from the others and allowing her clothing to be undone and performing favours. 

Harry was 'made' to circulate by the other men but observed from a distance. Once when he was near her table his wife asked him if he was OK just as she was about to delve into a dark recess with two men. Minutes later he got to see her with legs spread wide and knickers off sucking one cock while she used her hand on the other. 

That time she didn't see the point of dressing because two others stood by waiting their turn. Anna was heard to giggle and sigh as one of the new men made a bee-line for her tits and sucked on her nipples. Several men just preferred to watch and Anna clearly didn't give a damn.

Suddenly Harry was more aware of the quietness. No longer were their many voices talking at once or invasive music playing in the background. Most had gone and now the bar had closed the manager came to join them with two of his 'heavies.'




Exhibition



Harry felt scared because he realised that Anna was the only woman left in the room.

She was asked to join them for a drink and did so but Harry saw she had had more than enough. Told to sit next to the boss man she was flanked by a man of wide proportions. The talk was pleasant and boss man asked her about her life and likes. It became a little more direct and blatant making Anna resort to her usual giggling and laughter. She was like the little naïve housewife again but Harry saw something else in her eyes.

He could see how the danger and tension and sexuality was arousing and exciting her. Here were three men who would most probably make sure they got what they wanted and they seemed to be building up to wanting her! She had obliged everyone else tonight so how could she refuse them? Now she was blushing and looking coy when they told her she had nice tits and amazing legs. It was different now the room was quiet and everyone was watching and listening. Lots of men stood around their table, all in earshot and interested in what the boss man was saying.

Harry sat nearby resigned to accept what fate would dish out and take the consequences of their actions. Their game had led them here and this was the extreme result of their playing with fire.

"So now I've more time Anna let me take a closer look at those tits of yours."

The request took her by surprise and she drew in a breath before her cheeks glowed red. She protested and went shy looking at the ground. The man laughed and told her again he wanted a better look.

"But everyone's watching!" she reasoned, "And you've turned the lights up!"

"Shall I get Jake there to help you?" he asked pointing to the man on her left.

Anna knew what he was threatening and she shivered trying to keep the smile on her face. Reluctantly she began to unbutton her top and having done so held the two halves open for his inspection.

"Nice!" he said, then reaching forward he pulled her left breast from its cup and teased her nipple. All watched with baited breath as Anna's bra was eventually unfastened and her tits came out on show to everyone.

"Stand up Anna!" he ordered, "I just love to see stockings on a pair of fine legs."

He hauled up her skirt and made a meal out of touching and waxing lyrical about her body and how juicy her cunt felt. She was mortified when his fingers went inside her and he faced her toward all the watching men.

"Come on guys!" show her a cock or two and lets see if she gets even wetter. Give her something to turn her on."

Some of the less bashful ones did and soon Anna was stood being fingered while several men in front of her masturbated.

"Take your skirt off Anna," said the man calmly.

Anna shook as she fumbled with her button, then she felt the garment fall to the floor. To hoots of approval Anna was then sat on the boss man's knee facing her audience. He ran hands up and down her leg then whispered loudly in her ear so everyone else could hear.

"I believe you are good with your mouth Anna. So we'll see if that's true as we watch you perform on Jake."

There was going to be a sex show and Anna was the star. Jake was not a shy man and grunted as he quickly removed his trousers. He was a big man in every way and Anna's eyes widened when she saw his weapon.

"Would you prefer that inside your pussy Anna?" asked the man laughing.

Anna giggled.

Boss man was also good – with his fingers. Anna made some agreeable noises and as Jake stood in front of her she didn't need to wait for instructions on what to do next. Reaching out with both her hands she took hold of the hard cock and directed it toward her already open mouth. The crowd showed their approval and cheered loudly.

Jake gave her nipples some rough treatment while boss man worked hard with his fingers.

"You like that Anna?" he asked at one point.

"Ummm!" she murmured as she greedily sucked on the cock.

"Make him 'cum' baby let everyone see it go into your mouth!"

Harry watched this whore, this slut, who was his wife, do just that. Happily she held her mouth open and let the men see how the white sperm splashed on her tongue. Harry even heard her giggles in the midst of it all and saw her hips work against boss man's fingers. Anna, he observed, was very much turned on.

"Now I'm going to give you a good fucking Anna!" announced the boss, "Take your panties off."

Harry felt that sickening surrealism once again as he watched his wife simply obey the man while at the same time laugh and smile and giggle as though nothing was amiss. With a happy face, that nevertheless had lust in the eyes, she lay back as requested on the table top and lifted her legs high and wide opening her pussy for all to see.

"How many times has this cunt been fucked tonight Anna?" asked the man lewdly.

"Three," she answered.

Harry felt even more sickened, only once had he seen her being fucked!

"Good to see you're enjoying it all Harry!" said a voice behind him.

Now it was time for Harry to show some honesty. He followed the man's gaze and had to finally admit that under the table his hand was busily pulling on his very stiff penis. Harry had sat very quiet; too scared to admit just how much pleasure he himself had received from this unusual nights events. So his wife had been fucked two more times than he knew about? It didn't matter – she would tell him about it later if he asked her.

Lots of men were wanking as they watched Anna who now had her legs held apart by other men was about to reach her orgasm. Her giggles and laughter now took on an almost manic nature and Harry saw how her eyes had glazed over. The man was happy for his wife – and happy to be able to witness the sexual event.

Maybe, if she really liked tonight...they could do it again sometime! Maybe they would be invited back.



Exhibition



The small egg in my pussy vibrates urgently. I snatch my phone off my desk, both aroused and slightly annoyed at the Bluetooth vibe and look surreptitiously around the classroom to see if anyone noticed my awkward reaction to seemingly nothing. The same bored looks at the board. I open the message and the vibe goes off again, and with a slight feeling of terror at being caught, I realize that you're texting me instructions, one word at a time. I pack up my stuff quickly and leave, finding a quiet place to sit outside. I bite my lip to keep from moaning as the texts keep coming, the vibe going crazy. I sit and open the text messages and string them together.

"I'm bringing friends over tonight. I expect you to be presentable and kneeling by the door at 7. Blindfold on. Wet. I want all of the toys displayed, ready to be used. Make sure there's fresh batteries. Do not disappoint me tonight, cumslut."

The last word—my name—is sent one letter at a time, bringing me just to the edge of an orgasm and leaving me short. I whimper, knowing I won't get another text. A quick look at the time sends me scampering home.

It's five minutes to seven and I finish setting out all of our toys after carefully cleaning each one with nervous hands. Master hasn't ever brought friends over before—at least not in this sort of sense. Sometimes his playing with myself while they are over have led to interesting situations, but never anything as direct and planned as this. I kneel a few steps back from the front door and pull the mask over my eyes, securing the straps to keep it in place to a few rings on my play collar. My breath quickens as I mentally run over my body again, hoping that I am what Master considers to be "presentable". Fishnet stockings lace up my legs to tie together just above my shaved pussy with a soft black ribbon, and a matching lace bra—more for show than anything—that accentuates my piercings, rings for playing tonight instead of my regular barbells. My hair is tied up in tightly braided pigtails, the way you like. My nice leather cuffs—both ankle and wrist—are comfortably secure.

I bow my head as I hear you approaching and straighten my back. Shivers run down my spine that make my tits stand on end, and I present them proudly as you unlock the door and swing it open. I hear several appreciative murmurs from the doorway and a feeling of terror goes through me. It apparently shows in my body because there's a very swift—but not particularly hard—blow from a crop on my bottom, presumably from my master by the way there was no hesitation. It must have been the one we keep behind the door. I bite back a squeal and habitually answer, "Thank you master."

A tug on my hair makes me get up, and I hear your soothing voice as you run your hands over my goosebumps.

"We're having an exhibition tonight, cumslut. My friends here don't seem to believe me when I say that you're just my little fucktoy when I want. Isn't that right, my whore?"

"It is, master," I respond humbly. At the sound of your voice, I relax slightly. I know things will be fine.

"You're completely blindfolded and cannot see anyone?"

"No, sir."

"And you're willing to let these unknown persons, with my permission and with my supervision, touch you however they please?"

"Anything for you, Master," I respond enthusiastically.

"Good." You clip a leash onto my collar and lead me to the bedroom, and I obediently follow. While your friends are still in confusion about whether to follow or not, you whisper in my ear, "don't worry. Any cocks in you are mine. Everything else is fair game. You may use your safeword." These comments calm me as you lead me to our makeshift dungeon and strap my hands above my head to the chain on the wall and secure a spreader bar to my ankles. I shiver again in anticipation as I feel you step back and your friends curiously step forward. All my sensitive spots throb, and I whimper slightly at being left hung up with nothing happening. My tit is slapped with a crop, and I gasp. The room is awkwardly silent except for the sound of my bindings as I shift my weight slightly, trying to rub my clit against the ribbon. I wickedly think you didn't tell me I couldn't.

"Can we put something on the piercings?" A timid voice asks.

"Of course," you answer, and with dread I hear you pick up your favorite chain and clip it to the rings. It pulls only slightly, but I feel the second connection to it slap against my shaved mound...

...and then someone—not you, it isn't the same feel—attaches the clit clamp and rubs their finger over my clit to make sure it's on. I moan loudly at my most sensitive weak spot.

This is apparently the invitation needed as there are suddenly hands running all over my body, some warm, some cold. My tits are softly stroked, the chain is slightly tugged, and everything is done with a certain sort of timidness. 

And then a cold, glass plug is put against my puckered ass. My first one, my favorite one. I know it's you by the way it unrelentingly slides in. I sigh in relief once it's completely in, grateful for your kindness in anal lube. There's another awkward silence, and then the buzzing of a vibe. I open my mouth to protest and in goes a gag. Strapped up, blind, and now unable to speak, you hand the vibe to someone else and back away again.

"Show them it's okay, cumslut. Show them you want it."

I buck my hips toward the sound, hungry for the feeling on my sensitive clit with the clamp. The movement jangles the chain against my tits, which makes me thrust harder with need. In a wave of relief and passion, the vibe is placed against my clit and someone's fingers enter my pussy, feeling around experimentally. They push against the plug slightly, against my G-spot, and a tongue is suddenly on my tits. I gasp around the gag and feel an orgasm coming on, but I know to wait. They start finger fucking me, hard, trying to get me to cum. I bite down on the gag and wait, and wait, until I feel like I can almost wait no longer.

"You may cum," I hear someone to my left say.

I explode, shaking and writhing and pulling at the bonds. My body shakes and because the stimulation is still there, another orgasm rolls over me. I scream at the pleasure, hands all over. Apparently your friends have forgotten what they were fearful of. The vibe is taken away, and I slump in my restraints. My body quivers as the aftershocks of orgasm pulse through me. There are still fingers in my pussy, and someone pulled my plug out just as I was cumming. It's gently placed back in while someone sucks at my clit, licking my wet pussy.

Suddenly they all part and I'm let down from the wall and instead bound bending over the bedframe, my ass in plain view.

"You've had your first one, cumslut," I hear from you, and then THWAK, a paddle square on my ass. I squeal. There's another blow, softer this time, from a flogger. My favorite. I push my ass toward it, asking for more. Surprisingly, I get a crop on the other side. I'm slightly annoyed, and now uneven. My skin tingles, and your hand comes down on the other side swiftly while you push your cock into my pussy. Pain and pleasure mingle and I'm delighted to have my pussy constrict on. You start fucking me hard, and my moans grow louder and louder. With the spreader bar in place, my front side is still completely accessible from the front, and the chain on my piercings swings awkwardly before someone under stops it. It pulls first on my tits, then on my throbbing clit. The clamp is released from my clit and another wave of pleasure/pain washes over me, something which I can tell you feel as you grab hold of my braids for the home stretch. A tongue on my clit but—oh my god, it's a woman's. The shock and sensitivity suddenly throws me over the edge in another orgasm, before you allowed me, even though you cum at the same time.

The blows from multiple whips and canes begins, mostly light and growing harder. A few good swings will leave marks, and the unrelentlessness of it all brings tears to my eyes which roll down my face under the mask. It gradually slows down, and I'm shaking.

"You know better," is all you quip before letting all of the bonds go. I'm picked up and placed on the bed, face up with my head hanging off the side. There's a cock in my mouth suddenly, and my hands are guided toward a pair of breasts which I fondle with. Another woman moans. I obediently continue.

It continues as such, with me being bound up and taken down and beat on and forced to cum and fucked, over and over. After my last earth-shattering orgasm, that leaves me almost passed out, I feel everyone back away. A soft kiss on my forehead from my master, and then everyone leaves the room, leaving me spreadeagle and bound to the bed. I'm left alone with my thoughts and my labored breathing, and I gradually begin to calm down when I hear you enter the room again and release me.

I'm surprised as you leave the blindfold on, then lead me—by my hand—to the bathroom. My clothes were torn off long ago, and with a quiet gentleness you kiss all my sore spots and take my collar off. I whimper slightly, expecting a surprise blow. You murmur comfortingly in my ear and then remove the blindfold. I blink at the sudden ability to see, but the bathroom is dim, lit by only a few candles. 

"You did good," you tell me, hugging me close to you. I sag against your warm, naked body, exhausted. You get into the bath, then pull me in as well. The water is warm and feels good. I lean against you and close my eyes with a sigh. I feel myself drifting to sleep as your hands wander all over my body, cleaning me off. They wander down south and you tenderly put your cock in my pussy and gently rock into me and out again. I let you, too tired to protest. After a few more moments, I join your motions. We start to slop water out the sides, so you turn the shower on instead and we stand. We fuck once more, and afterwards I slip down to the floor of the shower. After some more moments of relaxing in the steam, you shake me awake and we migrate to your bed. With your warm body pressed against my back and the comforting sounds of your sleeping breath, I fall asleep as well.



Exhibition



Our first two children practically appeared on demand. I think I winked at Catherine just after she got off the pill and nine months later Dita was born. I'm pretty sure Catherine and I were in sitting too close in the back of a rental car when Junior was conceived. 

But Number3 ignored Catherine's child bearing hips and my supersperm. We were in our early thirties and we decided that now would be the perfect time if there ever was one. We'd used condoms for two years so conception should have simply required skipping a step. Over and done. 

That was not in our plans. 

For six months it was an internal joke for both of us. Blessed with two children already we decided early that adoption was a great alternative if we couldn't conceive. So we doubled our typical intimacy and hoped for the best. 

Of course there was a little planning involved. Cycles, ovulation, boxers, etc. We made certain that no sperm were wasted so oral finishes were off the table. There was no self-gratification for those three day business trips she took at the beginning of each month. Worst of all I couldn't finish on her ass when I fucked her from behind. That, my friend, was my sacrifice to the team. 

But six months into this joyous fuckfest we were barren. I began contemplating the choices we would need to consider for adoption. My wife, however, was headed down another path. 

In March that path started with the juices. Unbeknownst to me Catherine began to worry in month three that we needed to do more than just fuck regularly to get pregnant. Had I been attentive I would have noticed the change in our diets in December, the abundance of doggy style in January and the rise in morning fuckery in February. But I'm a man. I didn't notice. 

Until the juices. 

"Stop looking at it and drink it," Catherine ordered as I eyed the green, lukewarm concoction she brought me as I jumped into the shower to wake up. We typically were up well before our kids because they slept like angels. We got super lucky and their daycare runs them like crazy during the day. So from 6 to 6:30AM we get some alone time. 

As for the 12 ounce glass of sewage I was holding, I closed my eyes and bottomed up. "What was in there?" I curiously asked though I was more focused on using the shower water to get the taste out my mouth. 

"Asparagus and spinach," she listed. "Some ginger and lemon. We're going to start eating healthier." Then she reached into shower and grabbed me by the balls. This wasn't the first time, but her intent was far different and my dick knew it. 

"Buy me dinner first," I joked as my balls were being measured in some way. 

"Water's too hot," she thought aloud before releasing my testicles and notching down the shower water heat. I assumed that meant she was going to join me but I was mistaken. 

She simply watched me in her robe like the horny accountant I knew her to be. "Anything else, Catherine?" I asked as I dipped my head into the lukewarm shower. 

"Would you mind," Cathering modestly asked, "stroking your dick for me?" Her robe was now open and I could see her hand twirling her thick and curly pubic hair. 

Without hesitation I began stroking my dick toward Catherine. I could see her fingers disappear into pussy as she stood outside our semitransparent shower curtain. 

Then she leaned into the shower and pulled me closer to edge. I turned the shower head inward to keep the water from spilling out. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and took my dick into her mouth. 

Oh, how I'd forgotten how much I loved how she stroked my shaft with two hands while she bobbed up and down on my head. At some point I questioned how she was going to get pregnant using this method, but I kept seeing her heaving brown breasts bounce as she sucked my dick.

I knew I couldn't take much more when I caught a glimpse of her in the mirror. She knew I was watching her in the mirror so she shifted her robe to one side so I could stare at her perfectly rounded ass. It was like watching my two favorite porn stars - us - live on set. Five more bobs of her curly head and I was done. 

I shifted my hips to pull away, but she pulled me deeper and deep throated me as I came. 'That's no way to get pregnant,' I thought to myself. But she politely gulped and rinsed her face before jumping in the shower to get ready for the day. 

The next morning was the same, but different. I awoke to Catherine writhing beside me. She was face deep into her pillow with her hands clearly between her legs. As I naturally wrapped my arm around her waist, she moaned and guided my hand behind her. Her destination was heavily lubricated and ready for action. 

We'd only tried anal four or five times before and each time the tightness of her ass made me come so fast my head spun. 

So I eased behind her and gently placed the head of my dick near her asshole. We slowly pushed into each other while she gripped the pillows. Inch by inch my dick disappeared into her until we felt like one. Afraid to move I simply held on for what I knew was coming. 

Catherine's hips began to rock as I lay wedged within her. The rocking slowly turned to churning and the churns became bucking. It was like she was trying to get me off of her but if my dick pulled away even the slightest bit she pulled me back in. And then she'd buck harder. 

Watching her ass quake violently against my dick made my hips thrust and for the first time and there I was - actually fucking her in her ass. I finally understood why folks had it on the menu. I felt Catherine begin to orgasm and I knew I wasn't far behind. 

As she came her hips violently forced her ass cheeks onto me and I came hard. And we laid there quietly. 

I slowly sat up and began to head toward the shower when Catherine grabbed my arm. With her face still buried in the pillow, she pointed toward the nightstand. There was my glass of green juice waiting for me. 

Mmmmmmm. 

The next morning I didn't even have time to wake up. Catherine's lotion filled hands were stroking my dick at full speed by the time I realized what was going on. I had every intention to stop her until she whispered in my ear, "On my titties, please."

Before I knew it I was on my knees above her with my tongue licking her clit. As her tongue caressed my balls I felt her pussy contracting and we both came quickly. Nothing explosive. Just quickly. 

As I surveyed the collective mess we'd made I instinctively looked over to the nightstand to find my green filled glass. Without asking I crawled over to take my medicine. Either the taste was getting better or I was getting use to it. 

Catherine jumped up to take a shower when she noticed I'd gotten a little cum on her chin. She made extra care to make me watch her lick my jizz with her tongue before dancing to the bathroom. 

So good. 

The next morning I woke up first. Not wanting to be out done by the last three days I started giving Catherine a back massage as she started to wake. As she began to moan to me her appreciation I twisted her onto her back, moved south and brought my mouth to her pussy. With one finger I pulled her cotton thing to one side so my tongue could properly massage her lips. As her knees rose and her back arched I knew my work wasn't going unnoticed. 

Knock Knock Knock

To good to be true. Before you could blink we were two smiling parents cuddling innocently as our bedroom door swung open. Two toddlers were soon on our bed watching cartoons and begging for chocolate chip waffles. 

"Two chocolate chip waffles coming right up!" Catherine happily sang as she hopped out of bed and headed toward the kitchen. 

"And one disgusting asparagus shake!" I added with equal zest before being captivated by the beautiful relationship plot involving a sponge, a starfish and a squid.

That evening Catherine had us scheduled for one of her client's alternative art shows in some too-cool-for-school neighborhood. Her creative clients were always difficult for me to connect with. 'Just smile and look cute' were her directions to me at every outing. 

I was meeting her at some warehouse downtown so I figured I'd need my extra fancy clothes. For most events she meticulously laid out some trendy look for me, but I was meeting her there so I was on my own. I threw on what I thought were my best wears before giving my mom instructions not to let Dita & Junior stay up too late. 

Catherine and I parked in the same parking lot so we could walk to the warehouse together. As expected her dress and heels were stunning underneath her black trench. But her hair, typically a well-maintained orchestra of black curls was now a perfectly aligned quartet of simple braids pulled tight to her head. The cat had my tongue as I thought about the pussy I'd be stroking later. 

"You look nice, too," Catherine joked as she watched me stare during our stroll toward the warehouse. Her body moved slowly through the people that were heading toward the showing. She didn't have a care in the world. The twinge of concern I had about her wanting another baby dissipated as she held my hand and twisted to the rhythm vibrating from the warehouse. 

"Ms. Johnson, please enjoy the show," the hostess said as she handed Catherine a tan picnic basket before we entered the vast, open space. I'd been to enough of these installations to know to not ask questions. I didn't understand them even after I'd seen them so what hope would I have with an upfront explanation. 

The intense house music bounced through the brightly lit, football-field sized warehouse. The walls were painted a warm tan that matched the wicker baskets that everybody seemed to be carrying so I assumed it was part of the installation. The room was a little humid considering there couldn't have been more than 200 people at the show. We were still in our coats so I didn't worry much about it. I looked around for any sign of artwork or entertainers while Catherine lead me aimlessly through the space. No clue. Maybe there'd be food and we'd leave early. 

Typically Catherine would be mingling with her clients and her swanky crowd but I didn't catch any of her typical cohorts. We quietly walked through the warehouse until I noticed the lights begin to dim and the music getting louder. 

"Is the show about about to start?" I asked as we stopped pacing. The room was now uncomfortably warm from walking around in our coats. "Can I take off my jacket?" I quietly asked as the chatter was being muted by the louder music and dimmer lights. 

Catherine couldn't have heard me but she must have been getting hot, too. She took off her coat and dropped it to the floor. And I noticed everyone else was doing the same. The room was pretty dim now so you could barely make out anything other than silhouettes standing off in pairs. As the light faded and the music intensified I only got a sense of the four couples spaced about 20 feet from us in any direction. I kept looking at the high ceiling as if we were in a planetarium but there were no stars in this show. 

Though the room continued to darken there was a blue hue forming around ceiling. The visual cooled off the room but I was still sweating even after I took off my coat. "Is it supposed to be this..." I started when I was surprisingly interrupted by Catherine's damp kiss. As I reached to innocently embrace her while I reciprocated her affection I realized that she was naked apart from her heels - as she stood even at my height. 

Shocked I tried to look around but was only greeted by shadowy figures of couples each in their own embrace. As the music filled the room I could feel Catherine removing my pants. Not being shy I followed her lead and removed my shirt, careful to drop it near us should the lights reappear and we be judged by our neatness. I stepped out of the pants and underwear that Catherine had pulled to my ankles and kissed my wife with one eye open. The silhouettes were all kissing. The show had apparently begun. 

Standing naked in the dark with a crowd of people was incredibly hot but I wasn't sure what was going on so my dick hadn't joined the party yet. That is, until he got an invitation.

As the beat dropped, so did Catherine. My limp dick rubbed against her cheek while she gently lapped her tongue across my balls. As her hands gripped my ankles I could feel the braids in her hair rub against my thighs. When my dick raised above her forehead her tongue followed his direction until she had to stand to pull my erection into her mouth. Her movement was slow as I steadied my hands on her back and tried to remember where the fuck I was. 

For a second I glanced around to find the other dancers were in similar poses as best I could determine. I couldn't get the details but I certainly got the gist. But my dick was clearly not worried about the other dancers in the warehouse because Catherine had more than invited him the party. Now she was working him like he owed her something. Up and down with a rhythmic swivel I'd watched all too often in the mirror or in our home videos. She had me on my toes ready to explode into her mouth. 

But as I started to grip her shoulders - our sign that I was ready to come in her mouth - she grabbed my wrists and pulled me to the floor. I quickly realized there was a thick, cotton blanket below us. My knees settled between her legs as I gazed around to get my bearings. The other silhouettes were all kneeling between a pair of knees and legs. Each appeared to be as dazed as I was. 

My confusion was interrupted by the forceful tug of my arms toward Catherine. Our 'assume the position' pose was her directive as she placed my hands on her breasts and my mouth on her pussy. I could feel her lips contracting on my tongue like she was doing speed kegels. Between her sweat, pussy and my tongue I could have drowned down there - drowned a happy man. 

Kneeling there between my wife's thighs was amazing but I wondered if the rest of the warehouse was still in position. I desperately wanted to check out the vibe of the room. Turned out that I wasn't alone in my curiosity because shortly after I looked up, so was every other silhouette I could make out. I wanted to laugh but I felt Catherine's legs shift below me as the music pounded. The next thing I knew my dick was being bumped by two of the warmest ass cheeks I could imagine. 

Instinctively my dick found her dripping wet pussy and i was fucking her like my life depended on it. For a brief second I realized the rest of the room was under the same choreography but I was too deep in my wife's pussy to give a fuck. 

Usually we take a minute to warm into our rhythm but she was ramming her pussy against me from the moment my head penetrated her sugary walls. Though my dick was hitting the spot, her clit against my pounding balls sent her over the moon. She started to tremble and I could tell she was cursing me like we were in a nameless Vegas hotel room. No one could hear her, but I knew she was howling like when the kids are at grandma's. I had that brief sense of pride a man feels when he knows he's hitting that pussy perfectly. Unfortunately that moment is almost always crushed by the feeling of helplessness when your wife reaches underneath you and gently strokes your balls. Her rip cord. Her final whistle. Her music queueing. 

For what felt like an eternity I shot come into my wife as she gyrated her ass double speed to the music. I collapsed on top of her as she continued to grind me from below. My legs had stopped moving but she was still coming. She continued to fuck my limp dick until she collapsed with equal tranquility. And as if on cue the music slowed. 

We laid in what was now an almost pitch black room for ten minutes. The music even quieted enough for Catherine to say 'I love you' loud enough for me to hear her. Then I lifted myself up as she handed me my underwear. I guess that meant the show was ending. 

As we got dressed the music continued to quiet and the lights began to rise. What was once a hot and sweaty metal fuck box turned into a chilly warehouse as the night air breezed through. By the time the room was fully visible everyone looked liked they had looked 30 minutes prior. Catherine pulled me close and we started to dance to what was left of the music. She had never felt so full of life as she did that moment. Then I noticed all of the other couples, now fully visible were dancing too. Were they all spontaneously caught up in the moment as well?

With a sense of fear I then stretched both my hands above our heads and watched disarmingly as every man in the room repeated my action. Hands still in the air my eyes burned holes through Catherine's pupils as she nervously smiled. In total shock, I couldn't put my arms down. 

And apparently none of the other guys could put their arms down either. But no one was staring at us. Everyone was just looking around the room. I was so fucking confused.

Then the music stopped and everyone began to applaud. We did too. Nervously. Then the chatter picked up as the warehouse emptied. Other than the picnic baskets that were stuffed with blankets, you would not have known anything had happened. So I wasn't sure what just happened. Catherine just pulled me by the arm as we followed the herd out of the warehouse. 

"What did we..." I started, only to be cut off by an index finger to her lips and a gentle tug on her ear. I simply listened to the hoard. 

"I doubt anyone actually had sex in there," complained one lady to her man. 

"Who do you think was the lead couple? Actors?" asked one excited man to his equally exuberant wife. 

"I KNOW the couple in the corner were fucking," said a lady to her friend while the friend's man began to blush. 

"We paid $200 for that?" one man barked to his wife. "Next time I'm picking the hotel!"

"Hungry?" one woman casually commented to her man as she dangled on his arm. 

"I could eat again," he quietly joked as he mockingly wiped his chin. 

"We were following the Asian couple next to us, but they couldn't have been the lead couple," another black couple shared with their friends. 

As we slowly approached her car, I opened the door for her. I was still confused. My head spun from every quip and comment I heard from passers-by while I replayed every second of the evening. Catherine saw the stunned look on my face and tried her best to hold in her delight. I knew she wanted this victory and I knew that meant I needed to concede without a full explanation of what just transpired. So I allowed my brilliant wife to enjoy her victory. "You are more than I could have ever hoped for," I said before giving her a gentle kiss and a euphoric smile. 

My bride simply smiled back at me before sinking into her chariot. Neither of us wanted to stop the smile/stare contest but she had to drive off. However, before she needed to pulled away, she rolled her window down far enough to hand me the program from the exhibition. Catherine sped off while I read the cover aloud. 

"After the Juice: Conceptual Detox."

Indeed it was. 

Nine months later we named Number3 Gus.



Exhibition Addict



Sorry for my English. But you'll enjoy this factual story.

Every thing started a very hot summer day ten months ago. 

It was almost my home arrival time. My wife had just come out from the shower. So she was naked. The doorbell rang. She thought it was I. She opened the door. Surprise!!! It was not I. He was the teenager son of our neighbor. Both of them were shocked. She could not move. His eyes were all paralyzed over her beautiful naked body. Then she was the first person to realize the strange situation. She excused and suddenly shut the door on his face. He did not believe in his eyes what he saw.

Five minutes later she called him up to ask what he wanted. She also excused for her unintentional appearance. He told her that he had come to borrow some cookies for their German Shepard dog, because he had no time to go to buy. She invited him to give some cookies. She had put on a jogging short and a T-shirt without bra. She gave some cookies to him and she let him watch her long naked legs and nipples from the wet T-shirt. He thanked and went away. I’m sure it was too much for his feeling to see my wife naked and then with a provocative sexy dress. 

When I came home she told me what happened. She confessed that after closing the door she felt very horny. She felt some hot wetness in her pussy. It was her first exhibition for a foreigner. She told me that then she decided to go on the same game with the poor innocent boy. That’s why she dressed like that and called him to flash, partially. She added that after returning his house she was sure he played with his young and horny dick even before feeding the dog. She returned to the bathroom and fingered her wet pussy for a while and probably at the same time he was beating his dick in his bathroom. After telling her story she kissed me and pulled me to the bedroom. Believe or not believe she raped me. She fucked me as if she had never fucked before.

A week later she voluntarily opened the door half naked to a delivery boy. This time it was not accidental. She let him to watch her naked tits without any shirt or bra and long legs with the same jogging short. When he left she again fingered her pussy. She told me what happened and then attacked me to fuck again. We fucked like rabbits. She told me that she was very excited to display her naked body to some other guys. It was a kind of medicine for her sex desire.

Within a month she became a first class exhibitionist. In every occasion not only visitors to our house but also in the supermarkets, department stores she displayed her tits or pussy partially to the some, generally, foreigners. She artificially created several occasions to display herself. Even she fingered herself in an empty park after flashing. One day she displayed one of her tits and then her pussy to a sailor from a visiting submarine. He was sunbathing in the park. He accepted it as an open check and went to sit with her. Five minutes later he put his hand on her knee and slowly moved up to her pussy. While fingering her recently shaved pussy, he pulled out his horny dick from his uniform. He let her hold his dick. It was an interesting deal of sex barter between them. They played with each other’s sex organs. The sailor pulled down her head over his dick. She licked, sucked and milked out his dick. After unloading his semen to her mouth he asked her to fuck with the same hard on but she said no. That evening on the sofa she described to me what and how happened with the sailor on a bank of the park. We repeated same scene, I fingered her pussy she sucked my dick and swallowed my semen. But I could not go on to fuck her pussy.

Next day she went to the park and same time hoping to find the sailor, again. He was not there. She pulled up her miniskirt as if she was sunning and time-to-time displayed her pussy for the passers-by. As usual she finger fucked her pussy in the park before returning home. But, when she was leaving she saw the sailor coming to the park. She was excited. She noticed that he was looking for her around. He was excited and felt happy when he saw my horny wife. They said hello to each other. They sat on a bank. The sailor held her waist and pulled her face to him. They kissed. One of his hands was over her breast. She stopped him. She asked him not to do anything there. She suggested him to go a hotel or home. They came home. He fucked her twice. She told me what happened that day. We also fucked twice. The sailor fucked her almost everyday while his ship was in the harbor. Last day he brought his body, as well. She did a strip show for them before fucking. She told me that it was not a strip tease. It was a kind of making love with an invisible man. First, they fucked her one by one and then together. That evening without telling anything she just did the same show to me and we fucked twice. But she said “No, something missing.” I did not understand what she meant.

Following evening when I went home the teenager son was at home. They were chatting. She had a transparent blouse and denim short that was not covering her ass. She kissed me. The young guy was drinking beer. She gave me my JD on the rocks. She left us for a while. We started to chat about his school. Ten minutes later there was a soft music on the set. She turned off some lights in the living room. She had changed her dress. She started for a strip show. Time to time she asked help of the boy to take off her clothes. She danced on his laps when he took off her bra. She was touching her hard nipples to his face. He was shocked. He was not sure he was dreaming or in real life. Suddenly she pulled his hand and put her beautiful naked tits and then she kissed him. He was almost cross-eyed in order to see what was my reaction. I told him to go on while I was playing with my dick over my trousers. She started to strip him at the same time. Five minutes later she held our hands and led us to the bedroom. First she let him fuck her. It was a snapshot fucking for him. Then she fucked me. After filling her pussy with my come, I rested for a while. But they continued to fuck. I joined them during his third round. I was fucking her pussy she was sucking his dick. She said, “You see nothing missing today. It was like the sailors day! I like to fill up my two holes.” Then he fucked her ass and she sucked my dick. He left after midnight. The poor boy probably did not finish his homework that night.

Since then she did several strip shows to him and his friends, too. She continued to flash herself the electricians, pizza guys, and neighbors, passers-by in the parks. One year later after that first accident we became members of several swinging clubs. But I’m really tired. So most of the time she went alone to those clubs. She always returned home very late. Even recently some Friday or Saturday nights, she did not come back. She became a real striptease addict. Striptease is her life. 

Last month, my bachelor boss asked me to see him in his office. The first time he asked me to go to his office. When I walked in he asked me to sit. Then he took some pictures from his drawer. Before showing the pictures he told me that he fucked several women and hot wives, but he had never fucked a hot wife like the woman in the pictures. He handed over the pictures to me. The woman in the pictures was my wife. Several guys, including my boss were fucking her in different positions. I was upset. I was blushed. I did not understand why he showed me those pictures. Then he explained the reason. He wanted to fuck her with me not with the foreigners. He was obsessed to fuck her while I was watching or fucking her together. So he invited us for the dinner following Friday night. He is 42 years old. My wife is 29 and I’m 34. I told him to ask my wife. I did not believe when he said she already accepted the invitation. 

Following Friday we went his home. He served Champaign. We had wonderful dinner. After the dinner he danced with her. He asked her to do a special strip show for us not usual one in the clubs. When she threw away one of her shoes, she also took off one of our shoes. She was stripping herself and then us. At the end when she was completely naked we were also naked. Then we carried her to his bed. He asked a coin and asked me “head or tail”. I won the head he won the tail. She sucked my dick he fucked her pussy. After unloading our dicks to her mouth and pussy he served Campaign again on the bed. We spent all weekend in his house. We fucked her one by one and also together during the 48 hours. I was tired but he was not. He fucked three times more than I screwed her. Sunday evening we returned home.

Ten days ago he called me again. He said he was going to have three businessmen from Tokyo. He wanted to show a big hospitality for the guests in order to get a good contract. He decided to give a special dinner at his home Friday evening. He invited my wife and I for the dinner, too. I had no chance to say no, because she had already accepted. We went early to his house before arrival of the guests. She had a suitcase with her. I asked her what she had in it. She said big surprise. He kissed my wife and served Champaign again. He begged her to do her best strip show for the Japanese guests. One hour later the guests arrived with an athletic black guy. He introduced himself as the guide and guard of the guests. The boss served Champaign and caviars to everybody. The eyes of the guests were on my hot wife’s long legs under her super miniskirt. I was sure that moment they’d suggest my boss to forget the dinner and start to fuck her right away. They were really impatient. They were stripping and fucking her with their eyes. The hard on of the black guy was already obvious. Time-to-time they were accidentally touching their hands to her ass or legs or tits. We finished the dinner very quickly. They rejected the service of the boss’ French cognacs. The big boss of the guests asked my wife if she could dance. My boss told him to be patient. He said she would dance for everybody. He signaled to her get ready for the show. She stood up and went to the next room. 

Twenty minutes later my boss turned off some lights in the living room. He put the CD of Mendelssohn’s wedding march. From the darkness my wife slowly walked in with her white wedding dress. She was walking as a new bride to marry in front of a priest in the church. Boss approached and held her arm as if he was accompanying father of the bride. They walked together for a while around the coffee table. He stopped in front of the Japanese boss. Boss told him to stand up. He stood up and held her hand. Boss said a few words in Japanese. I did not understand. He lifted up her white veil and looked her face first than me. The other Japanese told him something I did not understand, either. But the black guy told that he had to kiss him. He kissed her lips. They walked around the coffee table, again. She asked him to help to unbutton her dress. He unbuttoned all with shaky hands. Then step-by-step she started to strip herself and the Japanese guy, at the same time. When they were completely naked, all other people were playing with their guns. She escorted him to the bedroom. They walked hand by hand, again. Almost 45 minutes later she came down and took another Japanese to the bedroom. The second Japanese also came down without putting his costume on. Then she fucked every guest one by one. Before me she fucked the black guide. While I was fucking her she told me it was the best day of her life. After me the door of the bedroom kept open. Whoever wanted to fuck her they screwed her. Once the three Japanese fucked her mouth, ass and pussy. My boss, black guy and I watched them. After them the black guy, my boss and I filled her three holes. The black guy had a huge dick and even the all-Japanese guys touched it and laughed afterwards. (By the way they invited him to Tokyo after their visit.) The kitchen was full of foods and drinks. All of us spent the weekend in the house of my boss. His house was like a nudist camp.

When we reached the Sunday evening she was really exhausted. Even, she was not able to put her dress on. After the guests left my boss and I helped her dressing. She spent four days in the bed. Next day after the guests left the city, my boss called me to see him in his office again. He thanked my wife and me for our assistance for his hospitality to his Japanese customers. He had signed a good contract with them. He gave me a check. It was written 5 thousand dollars on it. He told me that was mine. He showed me another check written 25 thousand dollars. He said he’d give it to my wife when she visits him in her bedroom again. He also gave an envelope. It was written in Japanese. I opened it. There were two first class round trip tickets to Tokyo. They were named one for me and the second one for my wife as their guests. I’m sure she’d like it, because she had never been in Tokyo, yet.



Exhibition Bound



Hi. My name is Debby. This is based on a true story. I thought you would find my experience interesting. It sure was interesting living it.

My experience begins about 4 years ago, in Farmington Hills, MI. My boyfriend at the time was Bill. It was my first real kinky relationship. You know how that is. Your first of everything is quite an experience, and this was no exception.

He introduced me to bondage, and flashing. I loved it! He would often spring the unexpected on me, and it was wonderful. Bill thought it would be interesting to expose me to some things all at once and some things a little at a time. After breakfast one morning, he told me were going to play a kinky little game. Well, you know how a statement like that tends to get your attention.

Right there in the kitchen, he helped me strip naked and then led me into the bedroom. He had me lay on my back, on the bed, and then produced some soft nylon rope, at the four corners of the bed. My mind was quickly getting foggy, and before I really knew what was happening, he had me tied there, naked. I could only slightly move, because he had me tied so tight. All I could do was squirm, not knowing what was to happen next. God, it was such a sexy feeling to be naked and tied, with him standing there. This alone was enough to get me wet, and we hadn't even done anything, yet.

What did Bill have in mind? He told me this was the day a crew of men were coming to install new windows in the living room. But, I still didn't quite understand his intentions, until he started opening all of the bedroom window blinds and opened the bedroom door wide open. He stood there in the doorway and looked around the room. Then he looked at me. I must have had a look of fear on my face, because he smiled. Then, he went to the dresser and took out one of my bras. He walked back over to the door and smiled at me again, as he dropped that bra in the doorway to the bedroom.

Our bedroom was just off the living room, and the doorway was not far at all from the front door. He knew there was no way the men would not see this bra laying there in the doorway. That smile on his face was a mean one, but it was so sexy.

Then, the doorbell rang, and his face lit up. "I have to let the men in, and then go to work. I will be back for lunch. The fun is about to begin sweetie. Enjoy your morning." Then, he vanished from the doorway, not allowing me to say a thing.

There I was, all alone. I was all alone, naked and tied spread eagle to our bed. All of the window shades were open, and it was a bright sunny morning. I thought of calling out to Bill, but I could hear him talking to some strange men, in the living room. I was not in any position to complain or even to draw attention to myself. God, can you imagine the thoughts that went through my mind? 

Then, I heard our front door slam, and shortly after that, our car was driving away. I couldn't believe it! Until that moment, I didn't really take him seriously. Bill actually left me there, like that. Until then, I thought he surely would come back into the bedroom, shut the door, and take me while I was tied. But, he didn't come back.

First, a few minutes went by, and I heard the strange men just feet away, in the living room. They were working and talking. I was lying there, squirming helplessly on that bed. Bill was surely far away by then, and I was helpless, tied to the bed. What if one of the men came looking for the bathroom, or noticed the bra Bill so conveniently left in the bedroom doorway?

The thoughts I had were indescribable. I was scared and nervous. I was worried I would be seen like that. If these men wanted to take me, I wouldn't be able to stop them. Every window shade in the room was wide open and I could see the men walking past the windows. Their truck was parked in the drive, and when they needed tools, they would have to walk past the bedroom. I lay there watching as each sweaty body walked by, just waiting for one of them to look in the window and see me.

I spent 3 hours like that. There were five strange men just feet away from me, while I was bound and helpless. God, I was wet! It was amazing, thinking of all the thoughts going through my mind. My nipples were hard and aching, and my mouth was dry from all of my heavy breathing. I thought of what I would have done if one of them had seen me.

And, what would I have done if he had come in and laid his hot sweaty body on mine. Or if he had put his head between my spread legs and lapped up my hot sex. Just the idea of me being naked and tied, and visibly wet might be enough to call his fellow workers in and forget about the windows they were installing. I wouldn't be able to stop them, but I wouldn't want to, either.

I would actually beg them to take me, if I had to. All morning, I was secretly hoping they'd see me and they wouldn't be able to control their desires to have me. I even thought of the possibility of more men being there than I could see. I was even thinking of calling out or making some noise to get one of them to notice me there. Then, I heard a car turn into the drive. It was Bill. He had planned it perfectly. The men were just finishing up with the windows and he waited until they were gone to come into the bedroom.

He didn't say a thing to me, but looked at me and the needy look I had on my face. He got on top of me and took me, right there. I wanted to grab him and hold on, but he didn't untie me. He just ravaged me. I had wanted him for more than 3 hours, and I finally had him in me. I nearly passed out. The climax I had was overwhelming.

After I came back down to earth, Bill was laying there beside me. I was still tied, and there was an obvious wet spot on the bed between my legs. But, I was satisfied. He asked me how I liked my first experience, and I was speechless. After that day, we got on the Internet and started looking for like-minded couples and what kind of fun this might bring. After a while of searching, we met Barry and Sue. First we met at dinner a few times, and got to know one another. Then, we started switching partners during these dinners so I was feeling up Barry, and Bill was rubbing Sue's leg. Then, we quickly moved up to actual date swapping. Barry and I saw one movie, and Bill and Sue saw a completely different movie.

Being the flirtatious type, I was kissing, touching, and driving Barry crazy. He obviously wanted me. I teased him even more by telling him he could eventually tie me up and have his way with me. That night, when I confessed this to Bill, he got very horny. He said he would try to make it happen, some day soon.

We continued our fun with Barry and Sue, and one night I agreed to cook them dinner, at our place. A couple of my former co-workers, John and Holly, were also there. The dinner and evening went great. Everyone seemed to love my cooking. After dinner, we relaxed in the living room. Bill mixed a pitcher of drinks, and I made up some snacks. Somehow, a porno movie was put in the VCR, and everyone was watching and getting horny. Strangely enough, the movie was about a girl who got stripped and tied spread eagle to the bed. We were all getting drunk, and watching it with interest.

After a while of this, Bill moved close to me, and whispered in my ear. He wanted to know if I would like another session being tied to the bed. He said I could tell the others I was getting tired and head off to bed. He would come in and tie me down, and then go back and continue to party with the others. After everybody went home, he would come in and ravage me. Of course, I loved the idea.

In the bedroom, Bill slowly took off my clothes. Then he threw me on the bed and tied me down. My nipples were hard, and I was already getting wet before he was even finished. God, I was getting into it.

He stood up to look at me. I was squirming, and testing my bonds. I was completely helpless, and getting more horny every second. The idea of being naked and tied to the bed was exciting. With friends in the next room, it was incredible. I could hear them talking about the movie, and I could hear Sue and Holly giggling.

I didn't even notice that Bill had left the room. He left the bedroom door wide open, just has he had when the window installers were there. If anyone on their way to the bathroom had looked in, they would see me for sure, naked and tied to the bed. It was amazing how that made the situation so much more intense.

For the next hour or so, the party continued. I could hear my friends talking, and laughing, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I could make out Bill's laugh over the rest. He seemed to be having a good time. My pussy ached when I heard his laugh. I imagined him standing by the bed while laughing. A knowing laugh, telling me I was his for the taking. Then, all of the sudden everybody got very quiet. All I could hear was the porn movie, on the TV.

Bill came into the bedroom, and shut the door behind him. He turned on the bedroom lights and stood beside the bed. He watched me, just as I had imagined he would. Then he smiled, and told me he had a surprise for me. He said the party was moving into the bedroom.

Before I could react, there was a knock at the door and it opened. In walked Barry, John, Sue and Holly. They all stood around the bed, looking at my bound and squirming body. I looked to Bill for an answer, but he just told me to relax. He told me this was the next step in my experience.

He offered to refill everyone's drink, and then promptly left the room. This left me, naked and bound, with my friends smiling down on me. A very interesting feeling for sure, but I didn't quite know what to think.

Any more chance for thought was quickly taken away, when I was blindfolded. This allowed any of them to do with me what they wished, and I wouldn't know who it was. This was an added sensation for me, letting my mind visualize on it's own. Both men then encouraged the women to have some fun with me. I could feel soft bodies exploring mine. It didn't take long for me to start enjoying it. I couldn't tell who was who.

During this exploration, I heard my lingerie drawers opened. Barry and John were making lewd comments about my sexy under things. They seemed to be impressed with what they found, suggesting their wives should have some items like mine. Despite my protests, the panty raid continued. But, this invasion of my lingerie drawer was quickly leaving my mind. In my blindfolded state of mind, the roaming fingers exploring my body were taking their toll. Think of it. I was naked, blindfolded and bound to the bed. And, I was drunk. This drunk wasn't just from alcohol, but also this overpowering experience. I was totally in the control of others, and I was enjoying it. I think this was at least part of Bill's ultimate plan.

The evening continued, with the men joining in on the fun. I was fucked several times, and spattered with cum more than once. I couldn't count the times I came, but each one was very powerful. I was in a sexual dream state for the last couple of hours. I couldn't do anything but accept what these nameless bodies were forcing upon me. When I came back to reality, I was untied, and the blindfold removed. I could see I was covered with sweat and cum. I felt like a total slut.

Bill told me it was a very eventful evening, and I had been the perfect sexual toy. He asked if I enjoyed my experience, and all I could do was smile. I was still in the euphoric state of bliss, from an incredible sexual experience. My mind was still sorting the feelings, as I came back to reality.

After a while, I was able to sit up and look around the room. A lot of my lingerie, bras and panties were strewn around the room. Some lying on the floor, on and about the bed and hose draped over the dresser and mirror. It looked like a sexual tornado had come through. It felt like it, too.

After an assessment, I found many items were missing. That made it feel even more humiliating. I envisioned Sue and Holly enjoying my lingerie. I had visions of both women turning their husbands on while wearing my undies.

A few weeks passed, then Bill said he had a surprise for me. He took me into the bedroom, where he had two spreader bars and some large pillows on the floor. He told me this was another way to tie someone, making it more fun.

Well, of course I was game, and was soon naked and secured. My wrists were bound to one bar, and my ankles to the other. I couldn't even move, so Bill picked me up and plopped me on the bed. He had me lay on my back, as he connected each bar to some fancy connectors he had hidden under the bed. There I lay, spread eagle on the bed. Bill adjusted the bars so my arms and legs were spread wide and I could struggle, only slightly.

Fond memories of my first experience came back to me, and I was soon eager to hear what Bill had in mind, this time. I could only see a little of what he was doing, because I was bound so tightly. Straining to see, I could see Bill walking around the room, as if he was setting something up. I could also see a strange leather bag on the dresser. Soon, the doorbell rang, and Bill smiled. He said our party guests had arrived, and went to answer the door. He didn't even give me time to say anything.

All I could hear were voices of several people. Then, they all came into the bedroom. Holly, Sue, Barry and John were all standing around the bed. It looked like I was going to be a party, again. I couldn't help but smile. Then, Sue and Holly started taking their clothes off. Down came jeans, and off came blouses. I couldn't believe what I saw. Sue was wearing my pink bra and panty set, and Holly was wearing my black teddy. They both looked great. But, I didn't get to see much more before Bill blindfolded me. And, just like last time, my mind started visualizing what was about to happen.

I felt the bed moving, as at least one person was getting on top of me. Before I knew what was happening, I had someone's wet pussy mashing against my face. And, at about the same time, a hot tongue was licking at my aching clit. I yelped in pleasure when the tongue found it's mark, but my own tongue was soon very busy, too. Whoever she was, she tasted wonderful, and she had a skilled tongue, too. It knew just where to go and what to do. Her hips clamped down on my head, so I couldn't move, even if I had wanted to. She rubbed her wet bush all over face, but her tongue never stopped licking my clit. She was obviously enjoying the control she had over me, and so was I.

As quickly as she got on top of me, she got off. She was replaced by the other girl, who got into almost the same position. But, instead of smashing her pussy against my face, it seemed she was wearing some sort of strap-on. She told me to open wide, and soon my mouth was full of a large thrusting cock. It wasn't a real cock, but it sure felt the same. This cock was fucking my mouth and I had to open wide to take it all. Her tongue was working on my clit, and I couldn't control myself. My body wiggled and shook as her tongue kept sinking into my pussy. I struggled to swallow the strap-on, overwhelmed by the sensations of being at the mercy of these two women. The men were just the cheering section, and giving the girls ideas. But, from what I was experiencing, the girls didn't need help. They had enough ideas of their own.

Then, the strap-on was removed from my mouth and the girl on top of me seemed to be switching her position. She got down between my bound legs and wrapped her arms around them. Pulling my body up to her, she plunged her tongue deep into my pussy. With a squeal, I pleaded with her not to stop. And, she didn't. I could feel her teeth against my pubic area, as her tongue skillfully wiggled inside me. I tried to thrust up to get even more of that hot tongue inside me, but I couldn't move. Her hold on my legs was strong, and she took her time snaking that tongue into my pussy.

I couldn't contain myself. I screamed when she dived into my pussy. Then, if that wasn't enough, she sucked hard on my sensitive clit. Her arms had a vise grip hold on my legs, and she moved with me, as my body reacted to what her mouth was doing. I came against her face in a powerful climax.

Before I could recover, the spreader bar holding my legs was disconnected from the bed. Then, my legs were raised up over my body, and the bar was secured at the head of the bed. This made me nearly fold in half, and my naked ass was waving up in the air. In another quick movement, a mouth was again between my legs. I felt soft feminine arms grab around my waist and a tender but forceful mouth go to work on my still throbbing sex. In this position, my ass began a sensuous shaking, with the skilled female form along for the ride. Our combined weight made the bed bounce wildly, and my screams reverberated through the room.

Just as I was getting close to climax again, I was left alone, my twitching crotch waiting for what was to happen next. I wasn't kept waiting long. But, what was getting the attention was my ass. Something cold was globbed on my ass hole, and soon after that, my ass was impaled with something long and hard. I could only assume it was the strap-on that was previously in my mouth. But, it seemed so much thicker, invading my ass.

I could feel someone's nipples brush past my legs, as my ass was being fucked by this thing. Sweet, sexy kisses planted on my calves, driving me further into her power. Her body between my legs, her arms moved to either side of my head. In this position, she repeatedly pushed into my ass. I could smell the perfume of my mistress. She had me captive, and I wanted more of it.

Deeper and deeper, that fake cock rammed into my ass. It was strange to know it was attached to a woman. Strange, but nice. I could tell she liked it, too. Her breath was quick and little drops of sweet smelling sweat were dripping onto my body. She was a determined mistress. Determined to have her way.

I wanted a tongue on my clit, as before, but I wasn't the one in control. That female controlled cock was in control. I was beginning to want it deeper inside me, mostly because I knew it was a woman doing it. I didn't know how much I would like that combination. I was being fucked by a woman, and I loved it.

And, a strange combination, it was. A soft body, but a powerful one, too. A female in control of what I experienced. Well, actually, there were two women in control of my mind and body. I could feel their lips on my pussy, knowing where to go and what to do. They were controlling my orgasm, and forcing it to build until I would cum over those lips, those soft female lips. God, what a delicious feeling.

Up to now, it had been only men. I didn't even think of being with another woman. I had no idea of how it would be. However, this cock shaped thing was finding a spot deep inside me, and that spot was liking it. Although I couldn't see who it was connected to, I didn't even visualize a man. I visualized it being Holly or Sue. I visualized it being a woman.

I wanted to be released from my bonds so I could wrap my arms and legs around her body. I wanted to feel the power of her thrusts, and to let her know I wanted more. There were many strange and different feelings rushing though my mind. I wondered if Holly and Sue were lovers. I wondered if this was their first experience like this.

No, that couldn't be possible. The lips that were on my sex were experienced lips. The lips that were in control of my orgasm were soft and tender, but they also knew how to be rough. The little bites on the inside of my thighs, and nibbles on my clit came from experience. Even the cock ramming into my ass seemed to know something only a woman could know. I loved it.

My mistress was now breathing harder, and she seemed to be close to cumming. My pussy was dripping, my ass was full, and I couldn't get enough of it. She started shaking and then so did I. We both came together, as she rammed that cock into my ass. She leaned down and kissed me on my nose, my cheeks and then my lips. Her tongue only slightly entered my mouth, and then it was gone. She was teasing me.




Exhibition Bound



She lifted herself off my body, and gave my ass a slap, as she got off the bed. I tried to think of who it could have been, but I didn't have much time to think. There was another soft female body on the bed, with more interesting things to come. This new mistress was completely different. Her fingers found my clit and started to rub in circles. With my body in such a position, I was open to anything she wanted. I know she could tell I liked what she was doing. I couldn't conceal that.

Her lips joined in with her fingers, and my hips began moving with her fingers. She made her tongue hard and jabbed it into my wet pussy, while pinching my clit. I thought I would die! What a change that was. And it was so unexpected. God, it was wonderful. And, as quickly as it started, it went back to just her finger rubbing on my clit. She was playing me, and I couldn't get enough. I tried to compose myself, waiting for what would happen next. I didn't have to wait long. That finger on my clit quickly slid into my pussy, and she jabbed it in and out, like a little cock. While doing this, she started spanking me. These weren't light spanks but hard punishing smacks. At first, it startled me, but soon I was getting into it. I loved being controlled by these women. I was their toy to use for their pleasure, whatever they wanted to do.

I began to moan with each smack, and my ass was really starting to sting. Then, that one finger in my pussy was two. Then, there were three. God, I was being taken to the edge again. Soon, I was yelling, "Don't stop! Don't stop!" But, my pleas were only met with chuckles, as the fingers were removed and the spanking stopped. Just that quick.

I heard whispering, then those fingers I loved so much returned. Deeper and deeper they fucked my pussy, and when deep inside me, her thumb roughly rubbed my clit. It seemed like she knew exactly what to do. The whole evening had been that way.

Then, the spanking started again. It wasn't with a hand, but a paddle. It hurt, but because I had been previously spanked by hand, it wasn't too much. Again, I was being taken to the edge. And again, I was loving the ride. I was moaning from her hand. My moaning was almost as loud as the sounds of the paddle hitting my ass.

I didn't know it, but I began to wiggle against her hand, twisting and jerking, wanting it deeper and harder. Then, again it all stopped. I yelled "NO!" I wanted to cum! But, what I wanted was not what was to happen.

The bar my legs were bound to was unhooked from the head of the bed, and for a short time, I was allowed to relax on the bed. Then, I was quickly flipped over, as if I was a human pancake, and I landed back on the bed. But, there was now a large pillow under me, and my ass was up high in the air. The bar holding my legs was secured to the bottom of the bed, and I was again unable to accomplish more than a slight wiggle. And now, I was securely tied, and my ass was a perfect target.

Someone got on the bed again, but in front of me. Between my tightly stretched arms, right in front of my head. I could smell the masculine smells of this person. So, it wasn't Holly or Sue. And, the cock now poking my face wasn't a strap-on. This one was real. It had a smooth velvet texture, and it was hot against my cheek. I opened my mouth, offering my throat to its advances. It accepted my invitation and slid past my lips. I gave only a little resistance. I wanted to feel it as it went all the way down.

Strong masculine hands grabbed the sides of my head and soon this strong cock was taking my mouth. In the position I was in, my throat was open, and he took advantage of it. Thrust after thrust, I gulped it down, wrapping my tongue around it, when I could. He liked this, because he groaned and grabbed handfuls of my hair for leverage. It was nice being taken this way. And, this cock was hot and rock hard.

Although I was getting into it, there was another person getting on the bed. This person got behind me, between my spread legs. I felt fingers exploring my pussy until they found my clit. It was extra sensitive and I wiggled in reaction to the touch. My response got a giggle from the group. Then the fingers left me, but came back with my vibrator. I hadn't realized Bill would tell them where it was. My vibrator is like a big hard cock. It is flesh color, and even has veins and a bulging head. With two speeds, it is a wonderful toy for singular enjoyment. I hadn't ever thought of it for more than that.

But, my mind was quickly changing. The vibrator was finding all of my special spots, and my hands weren't controlling it. It was like a large vibrating man behind me. Different and interesting sensations, for sure. I couldn't wait for what would be next.

Wow! It was then turned to high speed, and I nearly jumped out of my bonds. I thought it was already on high. My eyes fluttered, as the cock in my mouth kept going. My mouth was busy, and my pussy was getting busy. Yes, again my body was being used by more than one person.

The person behind me held the vibrator on my clit, and raked her fingernails across my sore ass. I then knew it was a female. She plunged her fingers inside my pussy, but quickly pulled them out. She slapped my ass, hard. She raked her fingernails across my ass again. Then she plunged her fingers into my pussy again. She dropped the vibrator and slapped my ass hard with her other hand, as she kept finger fucking my pussy.

She started wiggling her fingers inside me, rubbing the inside walls of my pussy. God, I loved that. She also picked up the vibrator and it was still humming. She slid it along the inside of my left leg up to my pussy. Then, she rubbed it down my right leg to my knee. Then, she took it back the other way. Each time, it buzzed on my clit for just a second. But, I could feel it on my leg, and know when it was going to be touching my clit. I was in a tormented heaven. I loved the cock in my mouth and the fingers in my pussy.

She removed her fingers again. I could still hear the vibrator, but I couldn't feel it. But, she seemed to be moving around, changing position. Before I knew what was happening, she was laying down under me, right behind the pillow holding me up. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled us together. Her mouth came in contact with my clit and the electricity began. I started humping her mouth and my mouth was getting humped, too. What a team! She was doing great at keeping that tongue of hers busy on my clit, and then she slid it into my pussy.

Shivers went through my body, and I started choking on the cock in my mouth. I guess that was sexy to the man fucking my mouth because soon after that, he came down my throat. He moaned aloud and I could tell it was Barry. For some reason, it turned me on knowing my mouth was full of Barry's cock. My body went out of control and I came all over the face of whoever was licking my clit. She whimpered and gladly lapped it all up. Whew, this was quite a party. I couldn't believe it.

Everybody took a little time to rest, after that. But, I was still tied down. And, it wasn't long before my pussy was twitching again. I was in some state of mind, for sure. I guess I was on some sort of sexual plateau. I guess my body was getting it, and didn't want it to stop. Needless to say, it didn't stop for long. Two got up off the bed, and two more replaced them.

I still didn't know who each woman was, but I figured John was now in front of me. He mashed his stomach up against my face, and I licked circles in the curly hair. He reached down and pinched my nipples, one at a time. But, that wasn't enough. They ached so, and I would have loved for someone to nibble on them. I asked John if he would suck on my titties. His answer was to begin bouncing his hard cock against my face. He nearly flogged me with it, whipping it back and forth, as it smacked my cheeks. Finally, I opened my mouth and he shoved it in. Another cock to suck. John was smaller and thicker than Barry was. Easier to swallow, but harder to keep my mouth open enough. But, I got into it, soon enough. He started to piston into me, and that got me hot.

Somebody got behind me and I felt a hard cock against my ass. I thought I had drained Barry, but I guess he was ready again. He reached down and fingered my clit, and my juices were flowing freely. He grabbed my hips and I felt the head of his cock rubbing my pussy lips. Then he took me. I was in cock heaven. John taking my mouth and Barry in my hot pussy. He leaned forward and bit my shoulder, then licked my neck. "How do you like your party, babe?"

That was Bill's voice! It wasn't Barry. Bill was behind me! He reached around the pillow and grabbed my tits. Oh, that hit home. I sucked on John's cock like it was a chocolate sucker, and Bill fucked my pussy with precision. His body was slapping against my ass, he was fucking me so hard. My bound legs didn't allow me too much room to move, so my body took the brunt of his thrusts.

John was enjoying my excitement of the situation. The hotter I got, the more I sucked on that cock of his. And, it seemed the more I sucked on it, the deeper he tried to ram it into me. Because my hands were bound, I couldn't back away from this ramming. Thank God, it was John, and not Barry. Barry's cock was longer and thinner. It would have gone deep into my throat. John's cock was still difficult to handle, under the circumstances.

I was getting it from both ends. An excited John in front, and a powerful Bill, in back. Then, Bill upped the stakes. He slipped out of my pussy, and quickly shoved that hard cock up my ass. He didn't even break stride. Still being slippery from the strap-on, he had no resistance from my ass. But, I sure felt it. It was like a sexual lightening bolt going through me. Within the first few powerful strokes from Bill, I was cumming. My body tensed and then a rush of spasms seemed to engulf all of my senses. John and Bill were fucking with the same stroke, both thrusting into me at the same time. Bill in my ass and John in my mouth. I couldn't help it. It was just too much. I lost all control and nearly passed out. I think I was in a form of sub space, for a while.

I do remember John pulling his cock out and stroking it until he came all over my face. He was holding my head by my hair with one hand, and aiming his spurting cock at my face, with the other. And, I remember Bill's hands were exploring all over my body as he continued to ram my ass. I think I came all over again, when he moved them up to my tits. I have very sensitive tits and the way he grabbed them made me explode again. I was so involved in my own orgasm, I don't remember if he came or not. I am sure he did, but that was just how powerful mine was.

To this day, I don't know if it was Sue or Holly wearing the strap-on. Because of the blindfold, I imagined both women taking turns. For all I know, that's just how it happened. I still find myself reminiscing about it.

I was sore all over for days, but any soreness also brought back memories of why I was sore. Bill said I would first grimace and then I would smile. I don't doubt it at all. Now, after the pain has gone, I am still smiling.

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Exhibition Den



Ted groaned loudly, discharging his load into his hands with great force. He leaned back when he was finished and groaned at the large mess he had made. It never failed. Each and every time he looked at exhibitionist porn, it turned him on like nothing else. He would always cum what seemed like twice as hard as normal. Walking into his bathroom to take a shower, he couldn't help but wonder how much better it would be if he did it for real. The thought of jacking off where everyone could see him both turned him on and nearly paralyzed him at the same time. Like most people, he was very self-conscious about his body and didn't know if he could ever do it.

After he finished his shower, Ted walked back over to the computer, deciding to check his e-mail. Opening the browser, a new message at the top of his inbox intrigued him. It said "From a Friend -- Your Deepest Wish." Most messages like this were spam of course but Ted could feel that this one was special. He clicked on the letter and opened it. It read 'Come to 127 Elm Street tonight at 9 and all your dreams will come true.' Ted frowned, unsure what to think. What kind of e-mail could this be? His dreams coming true? He shook his head, almost laughing at himself. He closed the e-mail with a laugh but didn't delete it.

All throughout the day, Ted's mind kept wondering back to the message. He eventually jacked off to exhibition porn again but it only calmed him for about an hour. Being a curious man, he couldn't help himself but want to go to the address he had been sent. At 9:00, he found himself in front of the building, wondering if he should go inside. His curiosity again got the better of him and he opened the door, wondering down the stairs just inside.

He reached a hallway that split into two paths, left and right. A sign hanged in the crossroads, pointing each way with a description. The left arrow had the word 'Participants' under it and the right had the word 'Spectators.' Ted stared at the sign with a frown on his face. The message hadn't said anything about this. What should he do? Upon hearing the door from up the stairs open and close again, he quickly chose the right path. Another door soon became the only option and he stepped through it.

The room was very dark but Ted could make out people standing around. No one even bothered to glance at him as he entered and he simply blended into the crowd, keeping to the back. After a few minutes of waiting, lights snapped on. Ted covered his face, blinded by the sudden light. When he regained his vision, he looked around and gasped at what he saw. Several glass rooms were scattered about the room. In each room was a naked person, some men and some women. Each of them had started masturbating, obviously turned on by the people watching them.

Ted simply sat and watched for awhile, dumbfounded by the spectacle. He hadn't seen anything so elaborate before and it was definitely turning him on. A very attractive blonde woman looked at him and must have noticed something on his face. "You're new here, aren't you?"

Jumping a little, Ted nodded. "Yeah. What is this place?"

She smiled at him. "It's called the Exhibition Den. A bunch of people come here each night. You pick your path and the ones that choose to participate go into these rooms. They then get to have everyone watch them as they cum. Pretty hot, huh?"

"Y-Yeah," Ted replied with a nervous chuckle. He looked around again, unable to tear his gaze away for long. Each person seemed to be at different states of arousal, some maybe even getting close.

The woman spoke up again. "So, do you think you'd ever participate?" Her grin was so wide it seemed to split her face.

"I-I-I don't know. It seems like it would be hard, seeing everyone see you like that."

"That's the best part. The glass rooms are one-way glass. You can't see anyone. You just know that everyone is watching you. It leads to some pretty amazing orgasms, trust me."

Ted's eyes widened. "You've done it?"

"Of course." She got closer. "Let me know the next time you're coming and maybe I'll give you a show." Ted wanted to move away but she grabbed his arm. "Oooh, look. That woman's about to cum!"

One of the rooms closest to the pair had a young redhead that was sweating profusely. As she started to cum, her voice piped through the room. The blonde next to Ted added, "They pipe the sound into the room sometimes, so we can hear them orgasm." Load moans echoed throughout the room as the woman came, on display for each and every person.

Ted remained silent for the rest of the night, waiting as each and every person in the room came in turn. Afterwards, the lights dimmed again and everyone started to leave. As Ted started to walk out, the blonde grabbed his arm, "Hope you enjoyed yourself, honey. Make sure to come again." Ted watched as she walked out and left himself. 

Back at home, Ted plopped into bed, still hard from what he had just witnessed. Images of the different people passed through his mind, their orgasms each sticking out to him if he wished. He freed his cock from his pants and stroked violently as he remembered the night and soon exploded all over himself. With a content sigh, he rolled over and went to sleep.

The next morning, he woke up and moved his arm, brushing the dried cum on his chest. Like a flash, the memories of last night came to him again, making his cock twitch in remembrance. Ted rolled out of bed and hopped into the shower. The events of last night kept coming back to him as he cleaned, forcing him to once again jack himself off. All throughout the day, he kept thinking to himself. Thoughts of the Exhibition Den kept popping up, desires to go again and instead be a participant. These thoughts drove him to the crossroads again and he chose the left path this time.

He entered a small room, with five people inside. Three of them were naked, obviously participants for the night. The other two were dressed in fine suits. One of the suited men led the three out another door as the second man turned towards Ted. He nodded and said, "Hello sir. Is this your first time as a participant?"

Ted's mouth was too dry to answer him so the best he could manage was a nod.

The suited man smiled a very gentle smile. "It's quite simple, sir. Simply take your clothes off here and place them over here." He pointed to an area of the room. "My friend will be back in a second and take you to a room. When the lights come on, simply do what you wish. After everyone finished, we'll come back and lead you out." The man stood completely silent when he finished.

Ted moved over to the corner of the room and slowly disrobed. He wasn't really that nervous about being naked in front of the man but it was still a bit undignified to pull off his underwear and walk back over. The door opened again and the other suited man waved him through. Ted followed him silently, the suited man quietly leading him to a box. A door opened and Ted was waved inside. He obeyed and walked in, the door shutting behind him.

He remembered that there was a chair in the middle of the room and found his way to it in the dark, sitting down. It was completely silent and dark but Ted knew that a few dozen people were outside, waiting for the show to start. His cock was obviously excited as it started to rise, aching to be touched. Ted waited for the lights to come on, not wanting to miss a moment of the action.

Finally, after several minutes, the lights snapped on. Ted could see every inch of the room he was in, a bed also in the corner, mostly for the female participants. He knew he should begin as that was what the people had come to see. The lights coming on had slightly paralyzed him, staying his hand from what it ached to do. With a deep breath and a steeling of the mind, Ted's hand reached down and grasped his cock.

Once he had started stroking, it became easier by the minute. Every second of jacking off felt unbelievable, knowing that maybe a hundred eyes were focused on his every move. He spread his legs wider, giving a better view to anyone who may be watching. Grunts of pleasure began to come from his mouth, something he had never done before. His stroking quickly increased and he had to make a serious effort to slow himself down. The sensations were too great to want them to end so soon.

After about ten minutes, he couldn't take it anymore. Waves of pleasure hammered his body, driving his head back and causing him to scream with passion. Every spurt from his cock made him moan, his body tensing with the paradise his body had entered. With a gasp, Ted went limp, his body almost completely spent. Heavy breaths wracked his body as his brain tried to come down from the nirvana it had just experienced. Ted's eyes swept the room and he noticed the amazing distance he had ejaculated. The wall of the chamber was about five feet away and he could see a glob of his cum on it, probably from the first spasm.

For the rest of the time, he simply sat still and smiled. He barely even noticed the lights dimming at first, with his eyes closed, but snapped them open when the door opened. The man was back again and handed him a towel. "Wipe yourself off with this and leave it in the room, please." Ted did as he asked, cleaning the remnants of his orgasm from his cock and balls. The man led him back to the room with his clothes and let him get dressed before showing him the exit.

Ted started walking home, a wide grin still on his face. He knew he had discovered something special, something he would be doing most, if not all, the nights of the week. Thoughts raced through his mind as he strolled home. The most prominent one was I wonder what else I can do...



Exhibition Fantasy



We are away at the exhibition we are attenting for work and we have had a few drinks throughout the evening with the others. The excited tension between us has got progressively stronger as the nights gone on, we both hardly wait for what we know is coming.

We all start to head off for bed and we go to our respective rooms as to not make it too obvious with the plan for you to come over to mine in around ten minutes. I use the time wisely setting up the room and getting changed into my outfit, a black satin strapless bustier, black satin thong, black stockings on suspenders and 4" heels. 

The door knocks and I let you in, you are a little surprised by what you see I've done to the room. On the bed there is a selection of toys and lubricant, and a video camera set up in the corner. You start to say something but I silence you with a kiss. I tell you that for the time being you are not to say a word but to do exactly what I tell you to.

I then hand you a bag and guide you into the bathroom and shut the door behind us. I tell you to open up the bag and take out the contents while I turn on the shower. Out of the bag you take out some shower body scrub, a fresh razor and body lotion. I tell you to get yourself ready while I watch.

Clean and freshly shaven everywhere, and quite obviously turned on, I tell you to rub the lotion all over your body. I can't resist helping with this so take some or the lotion and rub it all over your hard cock before leading you back into the bedroom.

I hand you another bag now and order you to remove the contents and lay them out next to the other items on the bed. Silently you do it, this time it consists of lingerie I have bought for you. Once it is all laid out I lie on the bed and tell you to dress slowly for me, pointing out each item in the order I want you to put them on. 

I start with a red satin thong your cock bulging against the silky material; I so want to touch it but not yet. Next matching red cami top that you pull slowly over your head and down over your body I can tell your excited by how erect your nipples are and I know how good the satin must feel against them. 

Thigh highs are next and you roll each one up over your smooth legs. This is making me so damp I can't help but slip my hand between my legs. I love to see you dressed up like this and how excited that it gets you. I have never seen your cock as big as it is now. 

I tell you now to put on the last items of clothing, a pair of black satin gloves that right up over your elbows and some shoes with stiletto heels, then I order you to stand at the end of the bed. 

I tell you now that I want you to touch yourself through your lingerie stroking your cock through the satin material of your thong and I want you to tell me how good it feels. I'm kneeling now in the centre of the bed legs slightly apart massaging my clit. The more I do this while watching you pleasure yourself the wetter I get until I am dripping into my thong. 

I lean forward now until I'm on all fours I'm quite close to you and I can smell the body lotion you've applied but were not touching. I pick up one of the vibrators and push it into my hole; it goes in without resistance, as I'm so wet. 

I tell you to start wanking, and I move closer because if you cum I want to be there to catch it. All the time I'm moving the vibrator in and out thrusting right in before pulling almost out so I get the full effect. 

The combination of the vibration in my pussy and watching you wank in my face is too much and I start to cum, juices squirt down my thighs and just as my body convulses for the last time you shoot cum into my face and mouth.

I take some of the cum from my face and move round behind you now. I order you to lean over the bed and tell you what a dirty little slut you are and how I'm going to punish you for enjoying yourself too much! I make you take a large sniff of the poppers that are on the bed and then use your cum to lubricate your ass.

You're bent over so I have great access but I start off slowly with one finger first then two then three loosening you up, I add some baby oil and manage four fingers. You're open now and very receptive so I take one of the dildos from the bed and push it inside of you, slowly first then harder and harder. I can see that you love this feeling as you have gone rock hard again and you are beginning to stroke your self. I knock your hand away and reach round and continue for you, dildo in one hand entering you hard, and your cock in my other hand wanking you. 

You don't last long, as I knew you wouldn't and you send cum flying everywhere over the bed, yourself and all over your new lingerie, which has now turned a much deeper shade of red due to all the juices. This excites me more because it gives me another excuse to tell you off and make you do my bidding. 

So I move back onto the bed now and tell you to lick my cunt until it's dripping. I tell you to put your tongue inside of me to taste me fully, to push it in and out so you're fucking my pussy with your tongue, while I stimulate my clit. Once I'm completely wet there I tell you to oil my ass and finger fuck me. 

I can see your getting hard again you must like being told what a dirty bitch you are and being ordered around. Seeing your hard cock in that thong is really turning me on as well 

I hand you a toy and tell you to put it in to my arse, then I raise my legs high and order you to fuck me. You plunge into me and as you go deeper into my pussy you push the toy deeper into my ass making me scream with pleasure. I wrap my legs around your neck and you can feel the smooth nylon of my stocking as you thrust into me. I keep telling you what a slut you are and to fuck me harder. It gets frantic then with our body slapping together faster and faster until I feel you tense and then explode inside of me, as you do I let go and have the best orgasm I've ever had as we collapse together onto the bed.

When we have finally caught our breath I get up from the bed and get the camera, that has been running the whole time, a couple of glasses of wine and some ciggies and we watch it back before falling asleep still wearing our sodden lingerie. 

xxxx



Exhibition Game



Today was the day. If I didn't chicken out, today was the day. I admired myself in the mirror one last time. Everything was ready. Everything was in place. All I needed to do was to do it. I grabbed my towel, my suntan lotion, a book, threw on a light robe and headed out the door.

For weeks, I'd been planning this. I had scoped out the route, the traffic patterns, the visibility, the water temperature, the sun and shade, I left nothing to chance. Today was the day.

Today I would wear a thong to the apartment complex swimming pool.

I've always worn thong underwear. Difficult to find for men, but doable if you don't mind dealing with the general society stigmas. First of all, you can't just walk into Wal-mart and expect to find them. You gotta shop certain establishments. Next is this weird assumption that if you wear thongs you must be gay. I don't see what one has to do with the other. (I'm bi, for the record.) Swimwear is nigh impossible to find unless you shop on line, then it's difficult to fit, etc, etc, etc. 

Having overcome all those hurdles next is where do you plan on wearing the damn thing? Most pools have restrictions against minimal swimwear, and unless you're fortunate enough to live in South Beach, you have some planning to do. I want to show off, but I don't want to go to jail.

I knew the pool would be relatively deserted this time of day, I knew maintenance had already cleaned it, and I knew the wooden fence surrounding the pool offered enough privacy that no one would see I didn't want to. I also knew there was a coed who liked to go tanning and wore a tiny bikini herself.

The pool area was empty as I had planned. Quickly I set about moving some chairs so that only two of the loungers were in the sun, and then nervously shucked my robe.

The warm sun beat down on my body, nearly all of it. The thong I'd purchased for this was a very minimal yellow number with tie string sides and a true T-back that hid in the crevice between my cheeks and left my ass fully exposed. The pouch was small, and I was poured into it creating a very sizable bulge up front. I closed my eyes for just a second, and listened. A soft summer breeze rustled the leaves of a nearby oak tree, somewhere off in the residential neighborhood behind the apartments, someone was mowing their lawn, and poolside the water lapped invitingly against the steps.

I descended the steps, slowly getting used to the cool water before immersing myself entirely. I swam the full length of the pool underwater, and when I broke the surface on the far end, she had arrived.

I knew her name was Kara from a conversation in the laundry room once when I was fortunate enough to bump into her. I knew she lived in my building, and I knew she attended the same university classes as me, but on different days. Today, I knew was her pool day. Some might call it stalking; I like to think of it as careful planning.

She spread her towel out on the lounger next to mine that would afford her the most sun, and quickly stripped out of her shorts and t-shirt. Kara had quite the bikini collection. I had seen her before in a white with blue pinstripes bikini, and last week she wore a metallic gold one. I remember how it shimmered in the sun every time she moved. Today was a stunning deep green two piece that offset her auburn hair. The triangular top held up her ample breasts (but still allowed plenty of play) and the bottoms were cut high on her hips and plunged low in the front. She turned away, and I could see just the hint of her butt peeking out above the elastic. When she looked back around, she noticed me in the water, and gave a smile and a wave, which I returned. Then she settled in to sun worship.

I made a few laps of the pool, making sure to draw attention to myself whenever I was on her end. Finally, when I could wait no longer, I hoisted myself up out of the pool via the ladder, and began the slow walk around the deck toward my chair. The ladder was farther away than the steps, but I wanted to give her the opportunity to see.

I know this sounds vain, but damn I was impressive. I slicked my hair back and water streamed down off my body, over my chest and down across my stomach, drawing attention to the bulge in my thong. It beaded up on my bare ass and reflected the sun in the droplets as I padded my way slowly across the deck. She watched me approach, and even behind her sunglasses I knew her eyes were following me every step of the way.

"Hello." I said.

"Hi. Nice suit."

"Thanks. I like yours too."

"Oh, well, mine's not quite as revealing."

I became instantly aware I was not displaying a bulge up front, but a raging hard on. My cock was standing up and out from my body, and the form fitting Lycra suit pouch had molded itself to me. Every throbbing vein was visible. I was so hard; the thong was actually pulling away from my body. If she had been standing instead of sitting, she easily would have seen all of me just by looking down.

I was about to stammer something, when the tie string sides betrayed me. Wet, then loosed by my vigorous lap swimming, the knots were pulled to the breaking point by my erection. I felt the right one slip and give way, but couldn't move fast enough to prevent the thong from falling off. There I stood, with my dick out, my thong half on and half off.

Kara, without missing a beat or acting surprised or shocked, said, "Wow. You better put some lotion on that thing before it burns in the sun." Humiliated, I stammered an apology and tried to string back up. "You don't have to put it away." She said, sitting up. "But I was serious about the lotion." She held out her bottle to my right hand, offering a squirt. I had no choice but to let go of the strings I was trying to re-tie in vain and accept her offering. "Now," she said, sitting back in her chair again, her full attention on me, "rub that in nice and good."

My dick was burning from the attention, and the first touch of the cool lotion caused a twitch of pleasure to run between my legs. I started to dab the lotion on. "No, rub it in." She repeated. "Nice and good. I'm sure you know how."

I reversed my hand and began smearing the white lotion all over my dick, then cupped my hand to rub it in, effectively masturbating in front of her. "There you go." This was crazy, way beyond anything I had ever thought or dreamed would happen. I used my idol left hand to pull the string loose on the other side, and my wet thong dropped to the deck. I stood before Kara completely naked, my lean body glistening in the sun, masturbating my suntan lotion covered cock. It may have been the most turned on I had ever been in my life.

She made no comments, content to watch as I pleasured myself, my fist pumping up and down my long shaft, lotion squirting out from my enclosed fingers every time I reached my bulbous head. Pre-cum was starting to ooze from the tip of my dick, and I knew I wouldn't be able to keep up the pace much longer. Kara sensed it too, for she sat up, rapt with attention, fully focused on my swollen efforts. 

"Are you there?" I nodded. "I've never seen this before. My last boyfriend wouldn't do this for me."

"Where do you want me to...?" It was an effort to get the words out.

She cupped her palms and held them out before her like someone about to receive communion. The movement caused her breasts to squish together and move forward, inviting me to cum. I took a half step forward, breathing hard, and with one final strong down stroke, surrendered to the pleasure. 

The orgasm forced me up on my toes, and with a primal cry, I fired a laser beam cum stream into her cupped hand, lotion mingling with the essence of me as it pooled into the bottom of her hands. The second one wasn't as strong, but still resulted in a wad of cum rolling into her palms. I lost count of the ecstasy, lost in the moment, surrounded by windows, naked in public, warm sun, bare skin, her gorgeous looking... well everything. 

She tentatively reached for me, her fingers locking onto my flagging but still hard member, and milked the last of my cum into her remaining hand. God, the feel of her! I finally sagged back onto the balls my feet just as my balls were empty. It was such a turn on, I felt like I had drained them entirely. She released me, almost hesitantly, looking back and forth from my cock to the pool of cum in her hand.

"Looks like that might fit back into your suit now." She said finally. I was spent, and could only nod. I stooped to gather up the thong and begin the process of retying the strings. When I looked back at her, the cum was gone from her hands, and she was settling back into the lounger. "Thank you for this. It was..." and the hint of a smile played at her lips—lips that bore just a hint of my glaze. "It was fun."

"Maybe sometime..." I started.

"Maybe." She agreed.

I had the feeling after this wearing a thong to the pool would be easier. And something I would be doing a lot more of...



Exhibition in San Antonio



(With thanks to my friend, John, for some special editorial assistance, and to my new friend, Vanilla, who is anything but, for giving me the challenge.) 

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It started with a dare. I had been corresponding with a woman in London by email. We had hooked up when she sent me feedback about one of my stories on Literotica, and we began teasing and flirting. She described her sex life as vanilla, but when she learned of my exhibitionist tendencies she didn't hesitate to send me a dare:

"Now I'd like you to grab a lipstick and do this...

"Wear a white top that is transparent. I'm sure you have something like that. Go out somewhere public like that, but please, no bra. I want people to see your gorgeous breasts and be turned on by them. Sit down somewhere where there are at least three other people. Could be a cafe, could be a mall, wherever. Start caressing your breasts through your blouse and as you do, spare a thought for Vanilla's perky nipples and how I wish I could touch you. Keep fondling your breasts, for at least fifteen minutes, enjoying the firmness and softness, feeling your nipples get hard. I want the other people to notice. Feel their eyes on you.

"Now Susan, take out your lipstick. I hope you remembered it? Bend forward a little, so everyone can see your breasts and put on the lipstick. Paint your lovely lips and put on a show for them. I dare you to bare your right breast, get it out for them to see and start sensually rubbing lipstick over your nipple. If you dare, do the same with your left nipple.

"Then, and only then, can you get up and leave. Go home and masturbate for me." I thought about it for a while – maybe ten minutes in all. And then I accepted the dare. 

I wrote back, "Oh dear. Did I tell you that I am a sexual submissive? Or did you just guess? I cannot resist your order; it is right up my exhibitionist alley, which is where I may end up after I do what you told me to. I love being forced to show off my body in public. And today is a perfect day and place. I am visiting San Antonio, Texas, and know almost no one, just the friend I stopped here to visit. I think I know exactly where to carry out your orders: A nice, small restaurant in a medium sized mall near here. I ate there a couple of days ago with my friend.

"It is not too brightly lit inside and has some wrought iron tables and chairs outside in the shade. Not sure yet where to sit, but know I can get a spot inside that will let me limit my exposure to just a few people. I want maybe two couples and at least one lone woman. If I am really, really lucky maybe I can get her to hit on me. And there is a Borders book store just across the street where I can walk around close to people of all ages and sexes to show off my nearly bare tits. It is filled with racks of books and magazines and places to sit and read, plus a small cafe for coffee and tea and such."

Preparation was half the fun, along with the anticipation. I wore a very fine-mesh, thin, white, sleeveless top, one designed to be worn over a bra or camisole. It was snug enough to follow the shape of my unsupported breasts, and sheer enough for my nipples to be seen easily; their color supplemented their boldness to show off. They were hard as little nuts all the time and tented the material of my top.

With it I wore a short, black, wraparound skirt. I like that one because the wrap doesn't overlap very far; it lets my thigh show when I sit and cross my legs, which I did with regularity. Since the only things on my body were the skirt and top, I felt quite exposed. And I drew a whole lot of looks. From some matrons, disapproval, from most everyone else surprise and pleasure. It is funny, but men seem almost too embarrassed to look directly at a half naked girl; they use quick side looks. Women are less circumspect, especially younger ones and teens. They seemed to enjoy my look a lot. Many of the youngest were not far off my own look, so I was able to do some pleasant ogling of my own, but I was the only one playing with myself. 

Overall, I felt almost naked. Oh, I also wore a white sun visor, dark sun glasses, and sexy sandals – the kind with straps that wrap around your ankle and hint at bondage. I was both embarrassed and excited. I don't know if anyone noticed, but my pussy leaked continuously. I decided to just let my juice flow and enjoy the feel of it running down my thighs or into the crack of my ass. Good that my skirt was black.

I started out by roaming the book racks in Borders for about ten minutes, bought a paper, and then I walked across the street to the cafe. I stayed inside for about five minutes over a coffee, but then took it outside to a table on the open patio. There were six people scattered about me (I chose to sit with my back to the building), but there was an almost steady stream of mall walkers passing by on the sidewalk in front of the tables.

I pretended to read my paper but used the sun glasses to look about surreptitiously. As though not aware of it, I began to caress my breast with my free hand, homing in on the nipple and making it even harder. I noticed one woman prod her seat mate, a man, and nod toward me. He looked and then looked away, and then looked some more. I chose then to tweak my nipple with thumb and forefinger. It felt good and I took a deep breath and arched my back in pleasure. The man whispered something to the woman and she laughed. I pretended to look up at the sound and stared at them for a moment. Then I glanced down obviously at my hand on my tit, looked back up to them, and smiled.

The man looked startled and glanced away; the woman smiled back at me broadly. She, I think, had figured out what I was doing. They stayed in place until I left a while later.

More people seemed to be noticing me and I got bolder with my caresses, massaging myself openly, lifting my breast up and letting it settle again. My fingers worked my nipple more openly. Then I switched to my other hand and other breast, no longer pretending to read. When I put the paper down both hands were free to touch myself and I put them to work. Several people had stopped walking and lingered just a bit away, trying to not be obvious.

Finally, I put one hand under my top and brought it up to caress my bare flesh directly. I was so fucking excited I was having trouble breathing and my hands shook a bit. I crossed my legs again, this time slowly and openly, aimed at some standing onlookers. I know they could see all the way up to my bare twat, but I don't know if they could tell I was naked. With no hair, it could be that I was wearing flesh colored panties.

I stopped playing with myself and took out a small mirror and lipstick. Leaning forward and placing my tits on the table, I arched my back a little and applied some soft red to my lips. I was trying to work up the courage to go the whole way and rouge my nipples, but I was getting cold feet.

Just then three teenie boppers who had been watching from the side came over and sat at my table. They were dressed in shorts and halters, bedecked in cheap beads and bracelets, and had streaks of color in their hair: red, blue, and green. They were laughing and giggling and poking each other. Finally one said, "Hey, girl, we've been watching you and know what you're doing. It is way cool, and we would, like, just want to tell you that we, like, think you are hot." 

I laughed and said, "Thanks girls. Would you help me out and just sit here for a minute with me? I'm doing a Dare and have one more thing to do."

They got the message and giggling some more, and clapping their hands, said, "Sure. And what is it?" I told them I would show them.

Now somewhat screened from everyone's view, but still easily seen by most, I pulled up the hem of my top until it clung above my breasts, exposing them entirely. I cupped one and put lipstick on the whole areola and jutting nipple. Then I cupped the other and repeated the operation. By then I was reluctant to cover myself back up. I was so aroused I almost came. 

The girls just giggled a bit more and stared. Then the leader said, "Oh, boy, this is so way cool, far out. You have beautiful tits lady."

I said, "Would you like to touch them?"

They all shrieked, which drew the attention of anyone who had not yet noticed my act, but the leader reached over and put her fingers on my right breast. Then she tickled my nipple and gave it a little tweak. 

When I sighed with pleasure she smiled at me and said, "Lady, you are a real piece of work. Gotta go now, or people will think we're, like, lesbians." Then she laughed and led her friends away. 

I stood, pulled my top down demurely and walked away. I don't know if I was bright red, but I do know my legs were shaky and my thighs were running with pussy juice and maybe some sweat. I hurried to my parked truck, climbed in, and hit the door lock. Then I took a deep breath, pulled my top up to bare my breasts again, and yanked my skirt open and up. I attacked my cunt with vigor, my belly churning with the pent up need for release. I think it took less that a quarter minute for me to come, and my orgasm was almost painful it was so intense.

It felt like I lost track of time, almost blacked out, but when I recovered I was startled to see the three girls staring in my passenger side window with goggle eyes. I began laughing hysterically and they joined in. They waved and left again. I caught my breath, straightened up, and drove slowly home.

When I got there I jerked off again. And soon I had to massage my pussy a third time. I was still shaking, whether from the embarrassment or the excitement I don't know, but I could not stop trembling. It was like a delayed reaction. I think now that I might have been hyperventilating.

When I got myself calmed down I sat at my computer and wrote an email to Vanilla, telling her in detail how the day had gone. I got excited all over again and had to abuse my poor pussy once more. I told her I didn't think I could have gone all the way without the help of those kids. They didn't really block much of the view of me, but it was a psychological veil. It gave me that little push to let me get over the hump.

"Vanilla," I wrote, "You put me through a hell of a ride today, you vanilla bitch. What I want right now is to walk in on you, knock you to the floor, and sit on your face with my gooey cunt, fuck myself on your nose and mouth, and get off again. Thank you so much for doing this to me, love. It was a total hoot.

"But now it's your turn, sexy. What is good for the Yank is good for the Brit. I want you to accept the same task you gave me. The whole nine yards: transparent blouse, no bra, open self-massage and nipple tweaking, lipstick on the lips, bared breasts, lipstick on the nipples. You could add a special extra by quietly masturbating at the table before you leave. Just reach up under your skirt and fuck yourself.

"Hope to hear from you soon, Vanilla. Yours in lust, Susan."

And she did do it, too -- in a different way in a different place: In an elegant gown, at an elegant party, in the "ladies," with a few other women for an audience. But that is her story to tell.

P.S. It took forever to get the lipstick stains out of my white top.



Exhibition in Sin City



We walked hand in hand along the hot sidewalk, among the crowd of hundreds of other people. It was well over 100 degrees outside, nothing unusual for June. Only thing that was unusual was the high amount of humidity. Never had there been humidity like this before. Not in Vegas, 1-5%, not a problem, but 80%? That was almost unheard of. We walked along, pointing at different sights, playing the typical tourists. We ducked in and out of the different shops and small casinos, avoiding all the tourist traps. We had decided to head back towards our hotel room, Instead of going back the way we came, we decided to cross the strip and go back up the other side. We stepped out of the crowd and pushed the button for the elevator to go up on the bridge so we could cross over without getting run over. As we stood there waiting, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. Not just a little kiss, a kiss that spoke volumes, telling me what he intended to do once we found our way back to our room.

The elevator opened and we broke the kiss, stepping into the elevator together, alone. The doors close on us and he looks at me, laughing a bit. I look at him, trying to figure out what's so funny. He stops laughing and just looks me up and down and I suddenly blush bright red as I glance out the glass elevator at the crowd staring up at me. Mortified as I realize that everyone can see that beneath my short skirt, I'm wearing nothing other than stockings and garters. Here I stand in this glass elevator, leaning against the glass, feet apart, showing my charms to the world. I quickly tense, closing my legs, almost in tears as the elevator stops at the top. I step out onto the concrete, walk over to the edge and look down at the crowd. I turn my back to the edge and sink to the ground below me, sobbing. I pull my knees up and lay my head on them, sobbing, unwittingly drawing a crowd again.

I wrap one arm around my knees, sobbing hard, my other hand drops to my side. Instinctively, my hand finds my bare pussy, knowing that it would sooth my tears away. I slid a finger slowly along my pussy lips, up and down, moaning softly as the tears start to subside. I dip my finger into my pussy, groaning as it finds my dripping hole. My slit is so wet now my finger slides easily up to my sensitive clit. I groan, totally absorbed in my own pleasure, but somewhere, I can hear an audible gasp. I look up, suddenly aware that I'm fingering myself in front of a crowd of strangers. He stood there watching me, enjoying my exhibitionism, never stopping me from embarrassing myself. I unfold myself and stand, brushing my skirt down into place as I stand there, bright red, embarrassed and totally confused as to why no one bothered stopping me. I slowly start to walk away, finding my way across the bridge. He's walking behind me, not saying a word. I make my way into the hotel, finding the elevator, stepping inside as it comes to a stop in front of me.

He steps in beside me, still silent as his back pressed against the wall. I never looked at him as the elevator moved, then stopped. Stepping out, I walked swiftly towards the entrance of the hotel, taking a route that would make it so I wouldn't have to bump into many others. Once I got out of sight, I stopped, leaning up against a wall of the hotel. I looked up, he was still there, surprisingly. I figured he would have gone on to the next casino. He walked up to me and took my face in his hand, kissing me softly at first, pressing against me, pinning me to the wall. I blinked at him and shook my head, he released me just as quickly. He looked at me, and I shrugged, then he walked on towards the room.

I slid down the wall once he was out of sight, breathing a sigh of relief, yet hugging my knees tightly to my chest, skirt sliding up my thighs again, exposing myself to anyone who should happen by. This time, however, I was unashamed, unconcerned, and quite content in the knowledge that I was alone here. I let my hand drop between my thighs, spreading my pussy lips gently as I slide a finger along the wetness there. I groan softly as my eyes close, slipping my finger into the throbbing wetness. I slid my finger out, drawing it up along my lips, finding my clit, the slow pulse sending shivers along my spine. I gently pinched my clit, letting out a long, slow, guttural moan, my body spasming in orgasm, my head thrown back, gasping softly for air.

I relax, drawing my hand back into my lap as I open my eyes. I blinked once, twice, then again, the realization that I had just cum harder than I had in months sitting on the ground against a hotel wall crashing through the euphoria I felt. I looked around, not seeing anyone around, surprised, yet happy to know that no one had seen the main event of the show. i stood slowly, smoothing down my skirt in the front and back, walking towards the hotel lobby, wondering what the rest of this vacation would bring.



Exhibitionism



Perhaps it's because my first real sexual experience was committed outside, or perhaps it's because at times I want, I need, to be the center of attention. Maybe it's because I'm just free spirit at heart, at home with herself and with her sexuality... then again perhaps it's just because I'm a kinky little bitch... but I often fantasize about sex in public or public exposure.

I'm not just talking about sex in an empty cornfield in the middle of nowhere, or a romantic evening on a deserted beach. No, my public fantasies always take place in busy, even crowded places. Buses, trains, parks, even shopping centers or on the street itself.

A Quick Note on Dogging 

Dogging doesn't really count to me as exhibitionism or outdoors sex, more a swingers party for people too lazy to tidy up their houses first so they do it outside...

Sadly I've yet to live out anything which comes close to approaching these deliciously dark dreams. Partly due to my own reserve, partly due to the... shall we say, unadventurous nature of my partners so far when it comes to this particular area. The thought of what I'd be capable of given the right encouragement and situation does make me wonder what might happen in the future.

In the meantime tho, for now, I'll have to live with the fantasy of public sex, and this has been one of my favourite ones over the last couple of years. I ran through it in my head this morning after I woke up and I found that it certainly still has the power to excite me...

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It's set inside a pub or a bar, somewhere busy-ish, fairly open planned but with some cover in way of posts and pillars, a few nooks and crannies. It's early evening or night and the room is getting a little darker and busier when I enter alone.

In this fantasy I'm usually dressed fairly conservatively but smartly, maybe bare legs or stockings with cute but not to OTT shoes, always a skirt, the length of which depends on my wickedness of thought whilst I'm imagining this. Over that my hair is usually up, or back and I have on either a blouse with a bra or a tightish tank top with a open top over it. For the following I'll go with the stockings over the bare legs and the blouse.

I order a soft drink (I don't drink ever I'm afraid) and look for a table to sit at. I'm due to meet either friends or a boyfriend here, but they're still to arrive as I spot someone, a guy, who I know vaguely. Usually it's a friend of a friend, a passing acquaintance or an old class mate I've not seen for a few years. Either way he's sat alone and I join him at his beckoning to me, I sit back to the room opposite him and listen as he tells me that he's sat alone waiting for friends too. 

We talk and catch up and I notice his eye dropping to my chest or to my lips subtly every so open and it makes my nipples harden and my thighs tingle under the knee length skirt I'm wearing. Whilst he fetches me a new drink I undo a button more on my blouse revealing the beginning rise of my breasts with a hint of cleavage and his slight double take when he returns makes it very worthwhile.

We talk some more, his eyes straying to blouse more often that before, I'm enjoying teasing him so much, wondering if he's hard under the table at just this merest hint of flesh on display from me. I'm so tempted to just reach out and discover how far his arousal has gotten but I restrain myself. For the time being anyway.

He gets a text on his phone and on checking it, tells me that his friend's going to be late and might not show up at all. Whilst he gets himself a new drink again I text whoever I'm supposed to be meeting that I can't make it and then undo the next button on my blouse and let it hang open just a little, more of my cleavage and a lil of my bra on display now.

I look around the room, turning back to see it all, and although far from crowded, there's a dozen or two people in, we're sat at a false corner, one side a wooden divide, to the other an empty table.

The guy sits back down and openly smiles at the extra flesh I'm showing almost studying it as he takes a sip of his drink before he tells me that he always thought I had good breasts. He's clearly heading towards drunk and his openness and his eyes on me make me eager to see exactly where this will go, so I tease him some more, leaning forward, letting the opening gap widen, showing him a little extra pale creamy skin.

I ask quietly, seductively if he'd like to see my breasts, I mean it hypothetically, but he misunderstands and simply nods, adding a moment later that I wouldn't dare show them to him right there.

In my fantasy I blush at the thought of such an action, exposing myself, displaying myself here with so many people so close, all around me. He pushes a little, asking if I dare to do it. Without thinking, half of me not even wanting to think any more, I ask if he's daring me to flash him. He drains his drink and as he stands to get yet another he nods again, his grin plastering his face with an almost incorrigible attraction. 

He leaves me to stew for a few moments and returns to the table with fresh drinks for us both, my smells strongly of vodka and he knows I don't drink. He points at it and that grin returns, mirrored in his eyes with a sparkle which defies any turning back. Dutch Courage he says, lifting his own glass as I try to resist this game I've suddenly found myself in.

After trying to wait my hesitation out a moment or two he pushes again, I dare you to flash for a whole minute no matter what happens. The playful, almost taunting desire in his tone finally hooks me. I push the drink away untouched as I take a deep breath before undoing the penultimate button, pushing the blouse open more and scooping my breasts free from their cups, all within a few seconds.

I dart my eyes around to check no one else can see as his eyes are fixed firmly on my bare breasts, the nipples taut and raised. He brings his phone up and at first I think he's using it to time the minute before I realize he's actually taking pictures of me showing myself to him in such a public place so wantonly. I start to pull my blouse to as he does this and he shakes his head. No matter what, remember?

I'm trapped and I love it.

He puts the phone down and reaches forward and strokes my right nipple with his finger tips making me bite my lip and close my eyes for a second until he tells me the time is up and I almost reluctantly recup myself and pull my blouse too, leaving only that last button in place still.

I grab my glass and down it in one, the unfamiliar taste of the vodka coursing through me as I feel its affects hitting me in an instant. Easy I say, somewhat foolishly and all this does is give him the opportunity to ask if I'd like something a little more difficult as my next dare.

I feel my head swimming slightly from the drink I just finished in one gulp as he looks into my eyes and tells me that he wants my underwear. I return his look with interest, with alot of interest as my hardening nipples encourage me to do exactly as he wants. I stand, turning my head to look for the ladies room where I can safely remove my bra and panties. He shakes his head and tells me that I should sit back down and I cannot leave the table until my undies are in his hands.

I smile, despite the small knot of fear in my gut, enjoying the blatant nature of this contest now. A battle between us, but a battle for what? Why to find my limits of course. What he doesn't know that how I'm feeling now means that my limits might be quite a way off yet.

I sit back and look him in the eye, not even caring to look around the room as I reach back to unclip my bra through my thin blouse. I shrug the shoulder straps down and pull one past my hand, then pull on the other to slide it out the short sleeve of my top.

I hand it to him and all he says is now its time for my panties. Just him saying that, in a voice loud enough that anyone passing can overhear, just that makes my panties just a lil bit damper and I can hardly wait til he gets to feel how wet they have gotten in so brief a time. Or maybe even smell... Oh my...

My eyes have still not left his face as I lean forwards slightly, my now braless breasts pushing to the table top, the nipples rubbing against the firm wood. Rubbing more than is strictly necessary I might add. My hands dip under my skirt as I slip the french knickers I have on down my thighs, the gusset held to my crotch a moment with its dampness. Then they're down over my knees as I slip out of my shoes and tug them free before handing them over the empty glasses on the table and into his waiting hand.

Only now do I look around the bar, so I can determine if anyone saw what I just did. I honestly can't work out if I want people to have seen or not. A few men from various tables are looking at me out of the corners of their eyes. An older guy in his late 50s, sat drinking alone, nods at me with a broad grin on my face and motions down with his eyes. I slip my gaze to below his table and in its shadow can barely make out the movement of his hand over his trousers. I bite my lip and resist the urge to mirror his motions and start touching myself right there and then.

Instead I smile politely at him and turn back to my new friend to find him looking over my black panties and touching the gusset lightly. He just has them laid out there on the table in the open.

So you're enjoying this he says, smirking a little, clearly enjoying the fact that I'm enjoying be so slutty for him. He continues, telling me that the previous 'dares' were easy. I gulp and tell him to bring it on and that I've never left a dare not done. I'm pushing him to make me wilder, to make me sluttier that I would ever be left to my own devices.

He finishes his drink in a long slow movement of his arm and tells me to get another one for him. I shrug and rise off my seat and step away from the table. I turn and return as he says my name. HE beckons me to him and I stand at his side facing into the room as he unbuttons my blouse fully. the sides of it only covering my nipples by the virtue of their friction. More than a few of the guys in here are staring now.

I stand there blushing before asking if i might go now, he nods and I can feel his grin on my back all the way to the bar, where I'm served immediately by a guy about my own age who has no concept of tact as he stares at the opening in my top through out our entire transaction.

He hands me my change, eyes still fixated at chest height when I feel strong hands on my hips, looking round, my new friend is there. He looks past me to the barman and asks him bluntly if he'd like to see my breasts. The barman nods a lil nervously, half expecting some kind of trick. But there is no trick as those strong hands twitch my blouse fully open, my bare breasts and hard aching nipples exposed to the barman and anyone else who happens to be looking.

The guy behind the bar stares like he's never seen breasts before as I stand on show for him. Then my friend gives him permission to touch if he likes. His hands are not gentle on my poor boobs as he squeezes them hard almost the instant the offer is made.

My cunt is on fire by this point. This strange man's hands all over me at the request of a man who I hardly know whilst other strangers look on. I moan quietly, so keen to ease the desperate need between my legs. So ready to do anything that's asked of me. I'd not refuse my friend if he offered my body to every guy in the place one by one. I want that, I long to be used and displayed, my slutty side on show for everyone to see.

That's enough now he tells the bar man and motions for me to pick up the drinks and leads me back to the table, my breasts on show still. Every one we pass looks at them, sees my arousal. What women are in there leave at this point, most quietly, one quickly demands her husband follows her and now I'm alone in a bar with over a dozen men and my tits out.

I notice the older guy from before and he's given up any pretence and I can see his hand wrapped round his cock under the table jerking hard as he stares at my tits. I smile wickedly at him and his face contorts and I assume he;s just cum inside his tight fist. I bite my lip to stifle a moan.

We reach our table eventually and I go to re button my top, though why, I'm not really sure. This is met with disapproval and a dare to remove it, which I do, instantly. Someone from behind me calls out that I should lose the skirt too, which is followed by a few shouts of agreement and encouragement.

My eyes seek out permission, which is given and I stand and turn and unzip slowly before letting it fall to the floor. My bare pussy is on show to so many strangers as they are all staring at me stood in my shoes and stockings as I feel something cold and hard sllide over my shoulder.

My friend is sliding an empty beer bottle down my chest, til its base is torturing my nipple with its chill. He leans in and whispers in my ear.

Well you're just a nasty little slut aren't you? You wanna give them a real show? Fuck yourself with this bottle. I dare you.

All I want right now is to rise in orgasm, to feel it fill me, I have no care for how I get it or where I am, I just need to cum. More than anything. I grab the bottle and with the first stroke the whole neck of it is filling me, my cunt so tight it stretches me a little, but Im so wt I take it easily. I watch my cunt take it for a moment as I perch on the table and spread my legs.

Looking up I see guys watching, some filming it on phones, some jerking off slyly, a few openly. One even walks right up and goes to touch between my thighs before my friend warns him off, no touching, only looking.

I moan, possibly with disappointment, possibly at the sensations flooding me as now most of the guys are openly jerking over the sight of my cunt being fucked with a used beer bottle, my fingers on my clit as a loose semi circle forms around me of guys jerking.

I start to cum for the first time, bucking hard, making the glasses on the table shake as I hit the high and I'm moaning loudly, gabbling away, talking dirty, telling them all to jerk over me that I want them to cum for me, that I want them to cum on me.

I flop back a little as I start to ease down off my high. But this isn't finished as string arms lift me under the shoulders and lay me on an empty larger table, flat on my back, everywhere I look theres a jerking cock making me instantly aroused again. 

I stare up and spy the older guy from earlier by the side of my head. He looks like he;s about to have a heart attack and his hands are pumping so hard, honestly all I want is to suck on it until it cums in my mouth, filling me with his warm thick runny juice.

I'm denied this tho, firstly by the no touching rule, which I'm starting to disagree with whole heartedly, and secondly because the old guy is cumming and cumming hard. his first spurt hits the floor as my fingers find my throbbing clit. The old guy brings his hips forwards and the second load lands down my cheek and I'm already feeling my second cum building. The third lands on the table by my side and I consider this a waste as I use my free hand to scoop a little onto my fingers and suck them clean.

This, alongside the 3 fingers now filling my literally dripping and dribbling cunt seems to set off a chain reaction and one by one guys step to me and cum. I lay back, my mouth open as every inch of my face slowly gets covered. With the feel of each splatter onto my flesh I cum a little, building up to what I'm sure will be an orgasm large enough to knock me out.

There's cum all over me, in my hair, dribbling down my chin onto my neck, over my forehead, on my cheeks. Some in my eyes as it keeps on coming. Finally it stops and I wipe my eyes, my other hand still feverishly busy at my groin. Every single guy in here has just come on me, except presumably my friend who is just watching with a smug look on his face as he picks his phone up from where its been sat recording the whole incident.

I redouble my efforts on myself and feel the orgasm building as some of the men, now they've cum, now they've used me for their cheep quick orgasm, are leaving, only a few sticking around to watch me orgasm.

I start to shake, my tongue snaking out of my mouth to taste the buffet of semen on me. My wrist flicks quicker and quicker....

...until...

a hand clamps down over it and drags it free from me. I whine, i almost cry as my friend tells me to sit up. But I do, now fully under his spell, willing to do anything who can make me feel this alive, even if I feel like I'm about to burst from desperate need.

He tells me to dress, throwing me my blouse and skirt. I put both on, the blouse clinging wetly to patches of cum on my chest. I look questioningly at him. He says...

"Walk with me to my house as you are, cum all over your face and then fuck me all night... I dare you."



Exhibitionism and a Good Fuck



My wife and I had decided to just go out for a simple dinner about town. She knows how much it turns me on when she wears revealing out fits with no underwear, so she wore a Black spandex top with a V neck right till her belly button and a black matching spandex skirt. 

Both being of very thin material did not allow her to wear any underwear beneath. From far in the light you could clearly see the flesh of her naked bum in the skirt and from the front her nipples along with cleavage and ample side boob were on display. 

We reached a fairly decent restaurant and found a corner table so she could sit facing me and the wall. When the waiter first came to take our order he did not notice anything different about Jess as these things are mostly noticeable only if you are looking carefully. When he brought us the food the ac had worked its magic by then and her nipples were very clearly visible poking through the cloth. 

We noticed he lingered a long time while serving us and kept coming back to ask if we wanted anything else so he could stare at my wife awesome 34 D boobs. I was so turned on by now I just wanted to get done with dinner and take her somewhere and fuck her.

As soon as we paid the bill we hurried out to the car. We had hardly driven too far when we found a nice quiet by lane where not too many people would use at this time of night. I parked the car in a fairly dark place we reclined the seats and she grabbed my pants trying to undo my zip and take them off. I ripped off her top and pushed her skirt up against her waist as she straddled me to guide me into her silky wet pussy. 

It did not take much effort as I was hard from watching her all evening and my cock slipped in with ease. She rode me hard as I sucked her nipples and squeezed her boobs. We were both in ecstasy and from the corner of my eye I could see someone watching us. I could not tell who it was but I knew for sure it was a man. We gave him a good show, as at some point my wife leaned back thrusting her boobs up and I bit down on them. The car does not have tint glass so anyone could see the festivities inside. 

We did not care who passed the car we were too involved in ourselves, besides all they would see is a gorgeous naked girl fucking some lucky guy. After what seemed like the passion would never end I came in bursts right deep into her pussy which drove her over the edge to an awesome orgasm. She told me she had four orgasms in that session. 

As I lay down on the seat spent, Jess decided she would suck my dick clean. She went down on me with her ass high up in the air and an elderly gentle man walking his dog got a nice view of her ass and possibly dripping pussy. We cleaned ourselves up and Jess decided to only put her top back as she wanted her clean shaved newly fucked pussy to be left open for me to play with on the drive home.

We started the car and I hardly got to the end of the road when Jess got a call from one of her girls friends saying that the girls were out partying somewhere close. She quickly put her skirt back on and I dropped her off to where they said they were.

It was a pub and with the outfit Jess was wearing I sure she would get a lot of attention so I told her to have fun and tell me about it later. She smiled and left to go inside as I watched her walk away I could clearly see her boobs with nipples in the street light and then she turned and I could see the flesh of her bum through the thin cloth of the tight skirt. As I reached home I dropped off to sleep so the rest is what she narrated to me when she got home.

When she got in the disc the girls were having vodka shots so she joined them for a few then most of them decided to call it a night and left. It was just Jess and her friend Andrea who stayed back to have a little fun. There was this group of guys one of whom knew Andrea from before and had hooked up with her, who were eyeing them the whole evening.

With the black outfit Jess had and the really tight short leopard skin dress Andrea wore they were appealing to any red blooded male. These guys were a bit on the older side say late 40's but looked like the type that went to a gym regularly to work out. One guy was from around the place and a friend of Andrea's his name was Raj short for Rajiv and the other two were visiting Mumbai from Bangalore. 

They walked over and struck up a conversation with the girls bought them some drinks and started to dance with them. As they danced they moved closer and the girls did not seem to mind their hands running over their butts or brushing passed their boobs. It was not long before the men knew that Jess had no underwear on and whatever Andrea had she took off right there and put it in her purse.

They asked the girls if they were up to doing something fun and the girls readily agreed. In a flash they were all out of the place and in the car which was a really fancy type car with driver. The guys took them to the sea face which at 1.45 am was very deserted with may be a stray person walking home or not.

They parked the car got out and suggested the girls go to the wall of the promenade and slowly loose one item of clothing while they posed for pics. Jess went over to the wall and whisked off her skirt, Andrea had a dress which she hiked up passed her waist. They sat on the wall backs to the sea and spread their legs wide allowing the guys to click away on their cells. They even spread open their pussy lips for them to get a clear view then they got up and turned and bent over facing their ass to the guys. 

A few guys stopped along their walk to watch these hot babes modelling for these guys. Finally the girls took off everything with not a stitch of clothing and continued their modelling. They got bolder still and walked across to the car to use the car as a prop. As they rolled their naked bodies on the bonnet of the car the photo shoot was turning out to be better than any calendar you might have seen. 

Finally as they were all horny enough the guys took them to the flat they were staying that belonged to Raj. The girls did not bother putting clothes back on and let the guys fondle them on the drive over playing with their breast and fingering their already wet pussy's. From what I hear the look on the watch man's face was priceless and could not stop staring at these naked girls accompanying these three men up to the flat in the lift. 

As they entered the flat the men threw off their clothes and went straight to the bed room. Raj, the local guy had the largest cock almost 10" and pretty thick so Jess went for it and took it in her mouth as far as possible while Jacob, one of the guys from Bangalore stuck his dick into her wet pussy. Andrea took the third guy Daniel cock and hungrily sucked it. They were all big men and Jess was stretched wide with the cock currently ramming her tender pussy. Jess did not really like the double fuck thing, so, she told them she would fuck them one at a time and the others could play with her while she was fucking one of them.

Raj was the sensual type and he fucked Jess slowly moving his massive cock in and out making her pussy walls feel every inch of its thickness all the while playing with her boobs and sucking her nipples. Daniel just wanted to bang so he turned Andrea over and fucked her hard doggie style and her butt cheeks rippled as he rammed her as hard as he could. She moaned and screamed possibly loud enough to wake up half the building and this was just her first fuck of the night. Jacob wanted to enjoy his fuck so he started with getting Jess to give him a nice blowjob then when he was really hard and ready he slowly inserted his cock moving it in and out and side was and rubbing her cunt while he fucked her for extra pleasure. She moaned under his big body and begged him to suck her tits as she loved that while she's being fucked. 

They fucked the girls in all ways possible about 3 times each person till about 5 am. At one point in the night Jess rested a bit while all three guys rammed Andrea in all three holes at the same time. When they were all finished they licked the girls pussy's till they came.

It was almost dawn and the girls decided that they should leave before the sun came up so they don't have to walk past too many people. Andrea threw on her dress over her cum soaked body and Jess just threw on her top as it was long enough to just about cover her pussy from the front when pulled all the way down and half her ass was visible in the dark that was not much. Besides the watchman and the driver of the guys car and a few people on the promenade had already seen them buck naked fingering their pussy. A fact that was still turning them on after all the sex they just had.

The guys thanked them and promised to do this again some time. Andrea's friend Raj asked his driver to drop off both the girls safely to their houses. When Jess reached home it was still dark and the fact that she was not wearing a skirt made no difference as the compound was really dark and no one in it to see. She came home and rang the door bell and as I opened the door I knew she had a really fun night and was waiting for her to rest up and fuck me while she told me about it.



Exhibitionism Discovered Day 01-03



My husband, Rick, was at his company's week long global sales conference being held at a lovely mountain resort, set in forests overlooking a lake. This was the first time that wives were allowed to accompany their husbands to this annual company function. I was very grateful for this, as it gave me a chance to meet some of Rick's international colleagues that he frequently spoke about. It was also a great opportunity for me to get out and relax while Rick was in the conference, and to spend time with him in the evenings.

What I did not anticipate was that I was going to learn more about myself over those few days as well.

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DAY 1

The first evening we shared a dinner table with a number of Rick's international colleagues, only one other of whom had also brought their wife along. The company was pleasant and I found it interesting and enjoyable to meet with these people from different countries. As the evening went on, I became more and more aware of Sven, from Sweden, staring at me. He did little to hide the fact that his eyes were roaming all over my body, and I found his attitude rather lecherous.

I tried to avoid eye contact with Sven as he made me feel quite self conscious, but strangely I somehow also felt his attitude was an indirect compliment to me. I did look after my figure, and although I do not have a large bust (a 36B), my tits and tummy were firm and the rest of me in good shape.

As we walked to our room after dinner I spoke to Rick about Sven.

"Oh, don't worry about good old Sven! He isn't married and loves looking at woman, but he is innocent enough."

"It felt like he was undressing me with his eyes -- and he would not stop doing so," I countered, still feeling a bit flustered by the whole experience.

Laughing Rick replied, "Oh I bet Sven would love to see you naked. He is just another hot blooded male that has always had a naughty streak in him. He loves pictures of naked woman and often sends out the best ones to his colleagues on E-mail."

I was still unsure about Sven, but did find the thought that some handsome, unmarried man might want to see me naked a little intriguing. I tried to put the episode behind me, but kept feeling a bit of a thrill when I thought about Sven's lecherous stares. I did not share these feelings with Rick, but we had great sex that night, as I was feeling quite horny.

DAY 2

I had a relaxing day at the pool working on my suntan while the men were at their conference. That evening was a dance function and I dressed up in a snug fitting, low cut dress that ended just above my knees. I knew Rick liked this dress as it showed off my figure, but was not too revealing.

I was a bit put out to find Sven sitting at our table again, but fortunately he was seated on the opposite side. He did not seem to be leering at me this evening, so I had a chance to get a better look at him. He looked like a stereo-typed Swede with blond hair, steely blue eyes and was quite tall. All-in-all he was quite attractive.

Suddenly he saw me looking at him, and he stared straight back. I started blushing for some reason. Sven got up walked around to me and asked me to dance with me. Rick does not like dancing so I was more than happy to have another man fill in for him.

Sven lead us to the far side of the dance floor and held me close right from the first dance. He was quite a bit taller than me and looked right down my cleavage, again not showing any discretion about where his eyes were focused.

"Sally, your husband is a lucky man to have such a sexy wife," Sven said looking me in the eyes (for a change) with his piercing steely blue eyes.

"Thank you for the compliment," I replied, a bit taken aback and not really knowing how to respond.

Sven was a much better dancer than Rick and we enjoyed a number of dances. I was just feeling quite relaxed dancing with Sven when I felt his hands starting to wonder. Soon his hands had drifted all over my butt and down the sides of my thighs. I was about to object when he bent down and whispered in my ear.

"Wow Sally, you have a great body. It feels so nice and firm. I bet you look fantastic with no clothes on."

I was stunned and totally lost for words at the sheer audacity of his comment. Rick's words about Sven the previous night came back to me. And here was Sven hinting that he would like to see me naked!

"Hey - that was just another compliment," Sven said disarmingly, as he clearly noticed my reaction. I looked up at Sven desperately trying to think of something smart to say, and to put him in his place. His blue eyes just stared into mine and he smiled as we moved around the dance floor. Sven must have sensed that I was unsure of how to deal with the situation as his hands continued their caressing. At some stage he looked me in the eyes again, pulled me even closer and then slid a hand up and gave my breast a quick fondle through my dress.

"It feels like you have really nice tits Sally!" he smiled at me.

"NO SVEN!" I hissed at him while pushing his hand away, trying to make my point but not wanting those around us to suspect anything.

He looked down directly at my breasts and smiled again as he noticed my hardened nipples pointing through the dress material.

"I think you enjoy being touched. Let's dance a few more songs."

There was something about Sven that made me stay on the dance floor with him. I was experiencing a strange mix of feelings. I was appalled by Sven's forwardness and forthright comments, but yet was experiencing some sort of exciting thrill from his touch and the directness of his compliments and comments about me.

As we danced Sven's hands continued their wondering ways. I could not bring myself to stopping Sven, and was just grateful that the dance floor was so full that few would notice what was going on. With a final squeeze of both my breasts Sven led us off the dance floor. My nipples were still hard from Sven's stimulating touch, so I quickly excused myself and went to the bathroom to avoid showing everybody my state of arousal.

When I got back to the table Sven was telling Rick how he enjoyed dancing with me. I did not want this to go far so I quickly changed the subject by asking Sven about his office in Sweden. He got the message and smiled at me locking my eyes again with that cold blue stare. As the evening was coming to a close and the band announced that they would play their 3 last numbers. Sven immediately asked me to dance again.

"You obviously enjoyed it, so let's dance again," Sven said with a naughty smile as he came up to me. 

Sven's comment put me on the spot. I clearly could not decline in front of the others at the table without resorting to some feeble excuse. Sven headed straight for the middle of the floor where we could not be seen from the tables. As the music started his hands began their caressing again. I was again torn between feeling used and feeling quite a thrill. Sven leaned into me and started talking quietly so that others wouldn't hear.

"Sally you are so sexy, and I think your body likes being touched. Does it feel good when I touch you?" he asked as he gently fondled my arse with one hand and gave my breast a quick squeeze with the other.

He looked me straight in the eyes again as if challenging me to deny the message that my hard nipples were sending out. Still a bit embarrassed at my body's reactions, I just nodded my head, not able to bring myself to actually telling him he was right.

Sven smiled knowingly and continued talking the sexy talk and caressing. Just as I thought this was going a bit far, the band announced that last song. I felt relieved that I would be out of this predicament soon. This dance was a slow dance and Sven pulled me close.

"Do you like showing your body to other men Sally? Does it excite you to show them your tits?"

I did not respond. Sven really was pushing the boundaries now, and I continued the mental struggle of distaste versus being enthralled by his audacity. No other man had ever talked so openly to me before.

"Sven, I do NOT show off my body to other men!!" I responded hoping to sound quite emphatic.

"Oh I think it would really excite you. Tomorrow night you will show me your tits and enjoy the erotic thrill!" Sven said looking down at me with a completely serious expression.

Just then the music ended and as we separated I smiled back at Sven.

"You will not get that lucky Sven. Tonight things went far enough."

I decided I would just avoid Sven the next evening as I had no intention of him seeing my tits or being with him in place private enough for any exhibitionist displays.

Sven had turned me on quite notably, to the extent that I did not really care that Rick noticed my erect nipples when I returned to the table. Rick did not say anything but it was clear that he noticed my nipples.

As we were having fantastic sex that night, Rick commented that Sven must have said something naughty to me to have got me as horny as I was. I told him about Sven's wondering hands and his forward comments about my tits and sexy body and acknowledged that it had turned me on to some extent. I did not say anything about Sven wanting to see my tits, as I was knew this would not happen. Rick just smiled at me and said he hoped that I had not felt offended by Sven, but was pleased that I seemed to get some thrill out of it.

DAY 3

The next day as I lay next to the pool, I could not get Sven's comments out of my mind. I had always been discrete with my body, but here he was suggesting that I would get a thrill out of showing it off. The more I thought about flashing my tits the more I wondered what it would feel like. Would men get turned on by seeing my tits? The thought of this sent a pleasurable twitch through my body. I tried to think of other things, but my mind kept drifting back to what it would be like to expose myself to other men. The more I thought about it the harder my nipples became and I even started to get moist between my legs.

Hell, what had Sven got into my mind? I decided to leave the pool and go for a long walk to provide some distraction.

When I got back to hotel it was clear from all the people standing around that the conference had finished for the day. I made my way to the lift and found Sven getting in with me. I didn't know whether to feel nervous or pleased to see him. Being Sven he openly looked me up and down and obviously enjoyed my outfit of tight shorts and halter neck top. As he stepped out of the lift at his floor, he looked back at me.

"Sally, you just reminded me how sexy you are. Remember that you want to show me your tits tonight."

I was left flabbergasted as the doors closed. I had never said or insinuated that I was going to show him my tits, let alone out of my free choice. As I walked down the passage to my room that strange feeling of being affronted yet excited came back to me. Sven had just triggered all the thoughts of exhibitionism again that I had managed to exorcise on my walk.

Rick was already in the room and told me to have a quick shower and get changed as all the delegates were going to a nearby restaurant for a meal that night. I was pleased to get out of the hotel environment as I had started to associate it with Sven, and his comments. I needed things to normalize.

I showered and quickly slipped on the lacy, see through underwear that Rick really likes before pulling on a strappy dress. Rick gave me an approving kiss as we made our way down to the lobby.

I was relieved that Sven was not on our bus and that I did not see him at the restaurant. At least he was not at our table. There was also no dancing floor so I felt safe from Sven for that night. The restaurant was superb and I was feeling very relaxed after the great food and wine. Rick had just moved off to the bar with some colleagues for some after-dinner drinks when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"You look gorgeous again Sally. A great outfit for taking off to show me your tits," Sven said softly into my ear.

There were still a few other people at the tables and I blushed furiously, even though I was sure they had not heard Sven over the general buzz of talking. Just the sheer brashness of Sven's approach and his comment made my nipples harden.

Sven knew he had me in a dilemma, and spoke loud enough for the others at the table to hear.

"Shall we continue our chat here or shall we go outside for a breath of fresh air?"

Clearly I could not continue with this topic at the table, so again Sven left me with little option. I followed him outdoors where he then led me around the side of the restaurant. 

There were no other people about and we were out of any direct light. Sven stood behind me and starting gently caressing my butt and thighs. It felt good, but I was feeling a bit nervous about how I was going to deal with this situation.

"So Sally, did you enjoy last night? I enjoyed touching you and you seemed to get excited."

"Listen Sven, I let you go too far last night. Yes I did enjoy it, but this cannot go any further," I said trying to sound emphatic, but realizing that I wasn't actually that convincing.

"Sally I bet you thought today about showing me your tits," Sven continued as one hand slid down my thigh and the other cupped a breast.

"Yes Sven I did, but I am not going to do that," I said starting to feel that familiar mix of dislike and thrill.

"Sally, I can feel that you are getting excited. Did you get turned on thinking about showing me your sexy tits? I bet you felt a thrill at the thought of being naughty."

"Sven, I can't discuss this with you. We can't do this," I replied feebly, knowing that I had just indirectly admitted to being excited by the thought.

Sven stopped his caresses and stood in front of me. Taking my hands in his he spoke quietly.

"Sally obviously the thought did excite you. If you have never experienced the thrill of showing another man your tits, now is your chance."

The chance to try something erotic really excited me, but I had reservations about exposing myself to Sven, especially standing just outside the restaurant where I could still here the buzz of voices. Sensing my indecision Sven made a move.

"Sally we'll do this slowly so that you can decide to stop anytime. So let's start with you undoing the zipper of your dress," he instructed.

At least I can opt out if I want to I thought, but I was already starting to feel a pleasurable tingle through my body and knew that I probably would go all the way. My hands went to the back of my dress and pulled the zipper down to my waist. An excited shiver ran through me as the cool air hit my exposed back. Sven looked pleased as I stood there waiting on his next instruction.

"Now slip your dress straps off your shoulders and pull your dress down to your waist."

I trembled with growing excitement as I followed his instructions. As my dress came down my see-through lacy white bra was exposed. There I was exposing myself in sexy underwear to Sven. Even in the low light I knew Sven could quite clearly see my nipples getting hard.

"Does that feel exciting Sally to undress for me? Tell me how you feel Sally," Sven prompted, as he stared directly at my tits.

"Yes Sven it does feel exciting" I replied honestly. I was amazed at how erotic it felt to be undressing for this lecherous stranger and letting him see my sexy underwear. Just yesterday I had been found his blatant staring at my clothed body to be quite distasteful, but here I was about to willingly show him my naked tits. The thrill of it sent a shiver down my spine.

"Sally, do want to be really naughty now and take off your bra as well?"

I nodded unable to resist the growing erotic excitement. I looked to Sven for the next instruction. It somehow added to the thrill to have him controlling my strip.

"Tell me why you want to do this naughty thing Sally. Are you getting turned on at the prospect of exposing yourself to another man?"

Sven knew I was not going to stop now. He was teasing me, by getting me to admit that I really wanted him to see my tits.

"YES Sven!! I want to show you my tits. The thought of it is really turning me on. Shall I take my bra off now?" I asked now wanting the thrill of exposing myself.

"Yes Sally but do it slowly, like a sexy strip. I want you to get maximum pleasure out of you being naughty and erotic."

I carefully followed Sven's instruction to pull the straps down, followed by undoing the clasp while holding up the cups, and finally letting the bra drop at my feet.

The full thrill hit me suddenly. My nipples just about turned to rock and my pussy gushed.

"Ahhhhhh!!! God I am turned on," I admitted to Sven. I never thought exposing my tits for to anther man could be so stimulating.

Sven came up to me and fondled my tits and nipples and kissed me full on the lips. I let out a huge moan of pleasure, wanting him to continue touching me.

"You really have gorgeous tits Sally. You should show them off more often. Men will love it -- and you will really turn them on," Sven said as he kneaded my nipples.

He stood back and smiled at me. "I knew you had hidden desires, and I am sure you have more that need exploring. But now we have to get back before Rick comes looking for you. I think you had better go to the ladies room and make yourself cum. Your husband shouldn't see you in this state."

Sven's comments brought me back to reality. That had been immensely exciting and I was desperate for an orgasm, but we were in the real world. I put on my bra and pulled up my dress as Sven again looked lecherously at my body. Somehow this look was now a turn-on, and not as repulsive as it had seemed 2 nights ago. It did not take long to relieve my sexual tension and I was soon back at the table.

Later, when we got to our room Rick said I was looking quite relaxed and radiant, so I must have enjoyed the evening. I felt I had to tell Rick why I had enjoyed the evening so much. Rick listened intently and I could see an excited glint developing in his eyes. When I finished relaying the story Rick stepped up to me and gave me a long open mouthed kiss.

"My oath, you are a sexy woman. You have such a great body and I am happy for you to enjoy it. I am sure that you gave Sven a huge thrill as well. I bet he is having a good wank right now. Now get your clothes off quickly, you have got me so turned on I want to fuck you right now."

I had thought that Rick might be upset by what had happened, and really did not anticipate that he would be turned on by me showing off my tits to another man. I was not complaining as the sex that night was phenomenal. 

(...read more about Sally discovering exhibitionism in Exhibitionism Discovered - Day 4) 



Exhibitionism Discovered Day 04



(... read more about the start of my introduction to exhibitionism in Exhibitionism Discovered -- Day 1,2,3)

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The following day I was having a late breakfast and in my mind going over the previous night's experience. I never would have guessed that exhibitionism could be that exciting. My body still pulsed at the thought of exposing my breasts to one of my husband's colleagues. The more sober side of my thoughts were that I really should now stay out of Sven's way. He had a way of making me do things, and doing things to me that I would never have accepted previously. He had a way of making erotic experiences seem everyday and normal.

It was not to work out that way. Sven came drifting into the breakfast room and sat down at my table. Feeling guilty I looked around to see who else was there. Fortunately only one other table at the other end of the restaurant was occupied.

"Today's conference topics don't interest me so I thought I would find something more pleasurable to do today. We should meet at 10 o'clock in the lobby," said Sven with a glint in his eye.

"What do you mean Sven? How can you assume that I want to join you?" I said, again feeling rather affronted at his forthrightness.

Can somebody with this manner really be the man I willingly (and thrillingly) exposed myself to last night? Again, my feelings were quite confused.

"Oh, of course you want to be part of the fun Sally. You will find it very exciting, I assure you."

"What will I find so exciting?" I asked indignantly.

"Well last night you felt the thrill of showing me your tits. Today you are going to get even more excited when you show me your pussy."

"WHAT??" I exclaimed, stunned once again by Sven, but feeling an involuntary shiver of excitement at the possibility of being naughty again.

Unabashed Sven continued. "Meet me in the lobby at 10. We are going to go for a little outing on the lake. We will explore some more of your hidden erotic desires. Can you resist the thrill of being naughty again?"

Sven walked off not waiting for an answer. It was clear in his mind that I would join him. My own mind was in total confusion. I was already getting a tingling thrill in my body at the prospect of another erotic experience, but really felt that things were getting out of hand.

I went to my room and found myself preparing for the outing. I was feeling a strong sense of guilt but I nevertheless put on some really sexy underwear under my shorts and tight cotton top. Sven had really exposed a hidden side of me and the desire to explore that side some more drove my actions. I tried to work out if I had voluntarily suppressed these sexual desires before, or if Sven had just brought them out in me.

Sven was waiting for me (he knew I could not resist) and we set off on the short walk down to the lake. Sven did not talk much leaving me to contemplate what might happen over the next hour or so. Knowing that it would be something erotic and sexual, but not knowing exactly what, added to the build-up of sexual tension in me.

Sven hired a rowing boat from the boathouse and we set off across the lake. We had not gone far when Sven started preparing me.

"Sally, we are going to have lot of fun today, and you are going to explore some of the erotic side of you. You are going be really naughty and get very excited. Does that sound good?"

I was committed and already feeling a bit horny, so I replied, "Yes. What are we going to do?"

"We are only going to do what your desires tell you to do. So do you want to show me your tits again?"

"But Sven we can be seen from here," I said looking nervously around. There was nobody on the lake other than the attendant at the boat house. 

"Come now Sally, you know you get a thrill from exposing your tits. I think you will enjoy being topless in the sun while I row to the other side."

The memory of last night and the thought of exposing my tits again got me going. I sat in front of Sven and pulled my T-shirt over my head. Sven smiled as he saw my very sheer, see-through bra, through which he could see my nipples quite clearly. Reaching behind me I unclipped the bra. Suddenly nervous again, I glanced around to make sure that nobody else was around before I let it drop. As I did so that familiar erotic thrill ran through me and my nipples hardened in acknowledgement. I could not believe that it felt as exciting as the night before.

"Wow Sally. Your tits look even better in daylight. You are really sexy. Squeeze your nipples -- I want to see how you create your own pleasure."

I was already quite turned on and groaned at the pleasurable sensations I felt as I followed Sven's instruction. Sven urged me on saying I looked so good playing with my tits and nipples. My pussy was starting to get moist from both the physical pleasure I was giving myself, but also the eroticism of doing this in front of Sven.

"I think you should stop that now Sally. We still have more to explore."

I sat back enjoying the feeling of the warm sun on my tits as Sven rowed us to the other side of the lake. It was quite a long way from the other shore and clearly nobody from the boathouse could see us. I was still a bit anxious that there might be other people about but Sven did not give me chance to object as he pushed the boat onto the shore and reached his hand out to help me out.

He looked me up and down with that lecherous look, his eyes stalling on my tits and my crotch. I felt another shiver of excitement, still not knowing what was going to happen. Taking my hand he walked along the shore to a small level piece of ground covered in soft grass. There he turned me to face back across the lake and moved in behind me.

I shivered with pleasure as Sven hands slid up over my tummy and starting gently fondling my breasts. He kneaded my hard nipples and got me moaning as the tingling sensations arched through my body.

Leaning into my neck Sven said in a soft seductive tone, "So Sally what erotic thrill do you want to get next? Are your desires telling you to be really naughty and show me your pussy?"

I had thought I would have the will power to stop at this point, but the eroticism of the moment and Sven reminding me of the thrill of being naughty made me nod my head.Sven stepped back and sat down on the grass. 

"Just as I thought -- you are a naughty girl who likes to expose herself. Well then let's start with you undoing your zipper and slowly sliding your shorts down."

I did as instructed, feeling very naughty as I exposed my brief thong and all of my legs. I felt a little self conscious as Sven asked me to turn around slowly so that he could enjoy seeing the thong pulled tightly between my butt cheeks.

My pussy was starting to get quite wet with anticipation. This lecherous man was instructing me how to strip and making me show off my nearly naked body to him. I never would have dreamed that showing off to a relative stranger could turn me on like this. 

Sven seemed to understand how turned on I was when he instructed me again.

"Sally now stand with your feet apart, and slide one hand in your panties and finger your pussy."

Sven stared at me with those steely, blue eyes as I obeyed him. God I was wet and despite the embarrassment of masturbating in front of Sven I could not resist pleasuring myself. I was starting to get short of breath from the pleasure surging through my pussy and tits.

"Stop Sally! You must not cum now. You still want the thrill of showing me your pussy. Now pull your panties off and then turn around and bend over so I can see your cunt totally exposed."

As I tugged my thong off, I noticed Sven rubbing his crotch. It gave me an extra thrill to know that I was turning him on as well. I tepped out of my panties and bent over with my legs apart as instructed. WOW!! -- what a rush of pure sexual thrill to be so completely exposed to another man like that.

"Hell Sally you are so sexy. Lots of men would get really turned on to see you wantonly exposing yourself like that. Now come and stand next to me."

As I stood next to him he looked up at me and our eyes locked. I am sure that my eyes gave away the feeling of total lust that was creeping over me. Sven caressed the inside of my thigh moving upwards till he touched my clit. I roaned and shivered as he circled my rock hard button. I had been faithful to my husband for years but I just could not control my desires anymore. All too quickly Sven stopped his erotic touch.

"Now Sally you are going to experience the final bit of erotic exhibitionism. You will now make yourself cum in front of me. Work your pussy one hand and use the other for your nipples. Show me exactly how you pleasure yourself. Just think how naughty that is to bring yourself to orgasm while a man watches you. I want you to look me in the eyes while you fuck yourself."

Sven just had me so incredibly turned on, that I parted my legs and quickly went to work on pussy and nipples. The sensations flowing through my body were amazing. I was rapidly approaching my climax. I was panting and my whole body shuddering. I could sense that this was going to be a huge orgasm. At this point Sven pulled his raging hard cock out of his pants, and that just pushed me over the edge.

"OHHHHHHHHH SHIT!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. OH GOD" I yelled as a climatic wave of pleasure engulfed me.

Sven caught me as I started to collapse from the huge orgasm. He eased me down onto the soft grass and put my head on his high. Slowly I got my breath back as Sven caressed my back.

"You are a fucking horny girl Sally. I think you are going to be hooked on exhibitionism."

I turned to see Sven stroking his cock, with a far away look in his eyes.

"Here, let me do that for you. You have given me such an erotic time, I want to do this for you."

I stroked his cock for a while as Sven lay back. His cock looked so appealing I just could not resist putting it in my mouth. I eased my mouth over his cock and immediately felt theexcitement of pleasuring a man in this way. Sven groaned as he felt my wet mouth encircle the head of his cock and my tongue start licking the head of it. He clearly had been very turned on by my antics, and soon I felt his body start jerking. He put a hand on top of my head clearly wanting me to swallow his cum.

"Ohhhhhhh fuck - you sexy wench. I want to show you off to all my friends" he groaned as he cock jerked and started pumping a stream of cum in my mouth. I happily swallowed it down feeling it was all part of the exceptionally erotic experience.

As Sven's cock starting getting soft, he rolled me over on my back. He caressed me for a while and asked "Did you find that exciting Sally? Do you want to expose yourself to me again sometime?"

"That was incredible Sven. You really get me doing things that I would never have done before -- and they are all so erotic and exiting. I really would like to do it again sometime."

With that Sven got up, picked up my clothes and told me to walk naked back to the boat. I was beyond caring and just enjoyed the thrill of being totally naked in this natural environment. I did, however, baulk at Sven's suggestion that I go back to the other side of the lake totally naked in the boat. Sven accepted the compromise that I would put on my clothes without any underwear. With my tight top I was covered but it was quite clear that I did not have anything on underneath.

Although I thoroughly enjoyed the sense of freedom and sensuality experienced by not wearing underwear, I was quite pleased that we did not get near any other people on the walk back to hotel. 

However, as got into the lift to go back up to our rooms another man stepped in with us. He smiled at me and from the focus of his eyes it was clear that he noticed my lack of a bra. To my embarrassment my nipples hardened in response to his stares. He also noticed the underwear I was clutching in my hand and he smiled at me again.

A Sven got out of the lift on his floor, he turned to me and with a naughty chuckle said "Don't forget to put your underwear on again before your husband gets back from the conference."

I blushed at his comment and silently cursed him for embarrassing me again. The stranger noticed and commented in a seductive French accent. "Oh I wouldn't bother. You look incredibly sexy without your underwear. You should stay like that." With that, he got out as the lift stopped on his floor.

Another little thrill ran through my body as I absorbed the man's comment. It was exciting to feel that even the hint of my nakedness under my clothes turned men on.

When Rick got back that evening I again felt I should tell him about my experiences. I did not want him finding out about my behavior in some other way. I could not help wondering how he would feel about me being naked with Sven. Would he be turned on like yesterday or would he think I had gone too far?

I need not have been concerned. I was only halfway through the story when Rick was already ripping my clothes off. He fingered me to an orgasm as I told him all the details. Rick then plunged his cock into me coming very quickly, as I told him about sucking off Sven.

"Honey --I just love it that you are so sexy. I think it is fantastic that you are discovering new excitement. Look what it is doing for OUR sex life!!"

"Rick, are you sure that you are OK with what happened today?" I checked with him as we lay cuddled together in the after sex glow.

"Honey -- anything that brings you pleasure is good with me. Did you not want to fuck Sven if you were so turned on?" Rick asked catching me off guard.

"Well, I was really horny. If Sven had pushed for it I may have had sex with him. Would you have been upset if I had done that?" I asked.

"It would be a huge thrill for me if you fucked another man. I would be very turned on and happy knowing that I have a wife that is so sensual and really enjoys sex. I want you to do what you like sexually so that it keeps you horny and wanting more sex." 

WOW!! I would never have believed that my erotic antics would have ended up with my husband being so turned on by them that he was willing to let me fuck around. A great thrill passed through me just thinking of the possibilities, although I did not know I could ever bring myself to do such a thing.

(...read more about Sally's experiences in Exhibitionism discovered Day 5)



Exhibitionism Discovered Day 05



(... to find out what led up to this erotic episode for Sally first read Exhibitionism Discovered -- Day 1,2 3 and also Day 4...)

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Rick got up early to get to his conference. I lay in bed thinking about what an open minded and fantastic husband Rick was. He had not only accepted my experimenting with exhibitionism, but had actually encouraged me to explore more of my erotic side.

It was late morning before I got down to hotel the pool. I had just finished rubbing lotion on myself when 2 men came to sit on the sun loungers right next to me. I immediately recognized the one as being the stranger in the lift the previous day with Sven. He was of average build but quite good looking while his friend was muscular and well built.

The Frenchman obviously recognized me as well and smiled in greeting. He introduced himself as Pierre, and his friend as Marc, who was clearly also French. As we chatted and sipped our drinks the guys subtly looked me up and down, while I returned the compliment. It was as if we were sizing each other up. The guys were quite charming and I enjoyed the interaction with them, establishing that they were there on a short break between business commitments. At some stage Pierre brought up the meeting in the lift the previous day, telling me how good I looked, and that obviously I had been having a fun time. I felt a bit embarrassed but also complimented. Pierre then the spoke to Marc in French, and from the way Marc smiled at me and looked me up and down, it seemed clear that Pierre had explained the meeting in the lift. This left a bit of a sexual tension in the air.

I was not entirely surprised when Sven showed up a little later and came to sit with us. He did not seem to be a very committed conference delegate.

Some polite conversation followed the introductions to each other. It was not long before there were a few more comments on the meeting in the lift and Pierre and Sven emphasizing how sexy I had looked, especially since I was still clutching my underwear in my hands at the time. This led to Sven putting me on the spot yet again.

"So Sally what adventures do you have in mind for today? Have you thought of any more things you want to explore or naughty things to indulge in?" he teased with a naughty smile on his face.

"What adventures and exploring have you been doing?" asked Marc seemingly quite innocently, although it got me blushing.

Before I could change the course of the conversation, Sven quickly chipped in. "Oh Sally likes to be outdoors, and wear as few clothes as possible. She has a great body and has just discovered that she likes to be naughty and show it off. Isn't that right Sally?"

I was furious with Sven and seriously embarrassed, and was totally at a loss for words. How could Sven tell these strange men in my presence, that I enjoyed exhibitionism?

Pierre and Marc must have taken my lack of response as acknowledgement. They started passing comments on what a sexy person I was, and that wouldn't mind being around when I took my clothes off. While it remained embarrassing to be the subject of their comments it sent a bit of a pleasurable tingle through me as well to think that these good looking men wanted to see me naked.

Sven then made his next move. "Well I was about to go exploring the forests with Sally. Would you like to join us? It might be quite exciting," he said, clearly wanting the double meaning to be understood.

"We are leaving in 20 minutes and can drive there in my car. Will you meet us in the lobby?" he checked with the Frenchmen, as he helped me out of the sun lounger.

I was yet again flabbergasted by Sven's approach and attitude of telling me what I was to do next. But yet again I complied, with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. As the other guys left I turned to Sven.

"How could you tell those guys about me? That was seriously embarrassing!!!!"

Sven just chuckled and said, "Now go and get changed quickly into something sexy -- and that you can take off easily. I think you are going have a really naughty afternoon exploring more of your hidden fantasies and desires."

I found myself tingling at the thought of another erotic experience with Sven, but was nervous about his intentions since he had invited the other guys along. Was he going to let them go walking while we had a little fun? I dressed in a flimsy, loose sleeveless blouse, and a contrasting pair of snug fitting shorts. Underneath that I had a sexy lacy bra and a high cut pair of lacy panties. Sven had asked me to dress sexily for him and I knew he would not be disappointed.

Sven and I set off in his car to the forest and agreed to meet Pierre and Marc at the parking lot, since they wanted to go their own way later in the day. On the short drive there Sven started his little tease.

"Are you going to show off your body to Pierre and Marc? I bet you would find that quite exciting."

A bit shocked that Sven may be planning something beyond what I was prepared for, I responded, "Sven I have really enjoyed exploring things with you, but I do not want to do this with other people!"

"Oh, but Pierre and Marc would get a real thrill out of seeing your body. You are very sexy. Doesn't it give you some naughty pleasure knowing that you are turning on some guys?"

I couldn't deny that it did give me a bit of a kick, but I was very unsure of being the source of erotic thrills for some guys I did not really know, and told Sven so. But, as in the past, just Sven's suggestion of being naughty had got me thinking about it, and my nipples got a little hard.

As we stopped in the car park Sven turned to me, leaned across and caressed my breast through my clothes. My nipples hardened even more with this gentle stimulation. It felt good and since there was no other cars or people around I let him continue.

I expressed my feelings. "Oh, Sven that feels really good! I wish Pierre and Marc were not joining us so we could have some more fun."

Continuing his stimulating caresses Sven said, "Let's keep the excitement going. I want you to take your bra off, so that the other guys can see outline of your tits and nipples through your blouse while we are in the forest. That will give you a little thrill and will certainly keep the guys interested."

I hesitated, not sure that this was what I wanted. I knew I would enjoy the naughty thrill, but also knew I would be tempting the other guys, since my blouse was rather flimsy and would not hide much. I was still undecided when Sven told me to hurry up and do it as he could hear their car approaching. If I did not take off my bra immediately I might have to do so in front of them. I quickly unclipped the bra and slipped it off without undoing the blouse.

I stepped out of the car just as Pierre and Marc stopped next to our car. My nipples were still a bit hard from Sven's touch, which made them even more visible through the flimsy blouse.

"You look great Sally. A fantastic outfit for our forest walk," Pierre commented as he looked me up and down, with his eyes stopping at my breasts. Marc added his compliments as he also gazed at me with little subtlety. Their comments and approving looks gave me a quite a thrill and I felt pleased that I had taken my bra off. I really did get a kick out of men's reactions to seeing my tits.

We set off along the forest path with Sven leading, carrying a picnic blanket and basket. Pierre and Marc walked beside me and regularly passed comments on how sexy I looked. The comments and their poorly disguised glances at my breasts sent little pleasurable thrills through me. My nipples were hard partly from the thrill and partly from the cool forest air. We had only been walking a few minutes when Sven stopped and turned to me, with his mischievous smile.

"Sally, you have teased the guys with your see-through top. I think you should let them see your tits properly. You know that you would also find it exciting. Would you like to be naughty and take off your blouse?"

I stood there, torn between the anxiousness of being with relative strangers, but also knowing I would get an erotic thrill if I exposed myself. The smiles and expectant look on the guy's three faces made up my mind for me. Trying not to look at any of them I undid my blouse. As I got to the last button Sven told me to stop.

"I would like to take off your top Sally."

Sven stepped in behind me, put his arms around me and slowly parted my blouse, till it was hanging each side of my breasts. Both Pierre and Marc let out a deep erotic sigh at the sight of my firm 36B tits, tipped with very erect nipples. Sven then slid his hands up and gently squeezed my tits and nipples. It felt incredibly erotic being fondled with two men standing right there watching. Involuntarily a soft moan escaped my lips as the erotic thrill and the pleasure of the fondling sent a ripple through my body. I couldn't help noticing bulges developing in both Pierre and Marc's shorts.

"WOW!! You are very, very sexy Sally. You have beautiful tits," Marc commented, his eyes fixed on my exposed breasts.

I was glad that Sven suggested that we continue our walk. At least it brought a bit of relief to the sexual tension. As we set off I realized that I would be walking topless through the forest. I quickly dismissed any concern, since we had been the only cars in the car park, and I rather enjoyed the sense of freedom and naughty eroticism.

We walked a little way before Sven lead us to a little clearing in the forest, a short way off the path. He opened up the picnic blanket, spread it out in the small patch of sun that came through the trees and then produced a bottle of chilled wine from the bag he had been carrying. The guys took off their shirts to also benefit from the warm sun. We all sat down as Sven poured us each a glass.

"I think your gorgeous tits should be celebrated with a glass of wine," he announced.

Pierre, Marc and Sven sat around me openly looking at my exposed tits as we sipped the wine. Pierre then spoke to Marc in French before telling me that the two of them would like to give me a French treat. I glanced at Sven for some clues on what to expect, but since he offered none, I shrugged my shoulders in acceptance.

Still not explaining anything, Pierre and Marc came and sat either side of me. They took a sip of their cold wine and without warning they both leaned down and took a nipple in their mouth. With their lips forming a seal around my nipples they let the cold wine in their mouths come into contact with my excited nipples.

"OHHHHHHH!! My god!" I exclaimed as a wave of pure sensuality flowed from my nipples through my body.

"Wow -- that is an incredibly erotic experience," I answered in reply to their question about whether I enjoyed the sensation. Seeing the thrill it gave me they repeated the warm lips and cold wine on my nipples a few times. This got me really buzzing and they knew it.

Pierre and Marc eased me down onto my back and started more intense fondling of my tits and sucking of my nipples. It felt amazing to have two guys giving my tits such superb attention at the same time. I was groaning with pure pleasure and my eyes closed in ecstasy. The thrilling sensations increased as I felt a hand caress my inner thigh and slowly move up to my crotch. Whoever it was then proceeded to gently rub my pussy through my shorts making my pussy even more moist.

"Sally, I guess by now you are feeling so naughty that you really want to show Pierre and Marc your pussy. You should stand up and get undressed for them, so they can enjoy the sight of you completely naked," I heard Sven say.

I was incredibly turned on and the prospect of the erotic thrill of stripping completely naked for these "strangers" made me get up without hesitation. I faced Pierre and Marc as I unzipped my shorts and slid them off. I let them briefly enjoy the sight of me standing there in only my see-through lacy panties, before I slid these down to my ankles as well. As I straightened up, letting them see my neatly trimmed bush I also parted my legs so that they could see my wet pussy lips. The highly charged atmosphere and the wantonness of my own behavior made me shiver with pleasure.

Marc just groaned with lust, while Pierre stated bluntly, "Fuuuuck -- you are a sexy woman!!"

With that Pierre took my hands and lay me down again. He eased my legs apart, kneeling between them and without ceremony lent down and started licking my pussy and clit. I was already so turned on that I started moaning with pleasure instantly.

"Ohhhh -- yes Pierre, that feels so good. Please don't stop," I encouraged Pierre.

Marc and Sven were not going to be left out and each quickly took a nipple in their mouth. It was the most incredible sensation having a man licking my pussy, while two others were working on my nipples. With these three erotic zones each being given such gorgeous attention simultaneously, the waves of erotic pleasure just rolled over me. I was moaning, grunting and my body shuddering. I was in erotic heaven.

I could feel a huge orgasm approaching. I think the guys knew it and they intensified their stimulation. Pierre then sucked on my clit and plunged 2 fingers right up my cunt. My body just let go in a tidal wave of orgasm.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!. OHHHHH FUUUUCCK. GIVE IT TO ME" I yelled as wave after wave of indescribable pleasure ran through me.

I bucked and shuddered with pleasure. The guys all slowly stopped what they were doing as my orgasm started subsiding. As I lay there getting my breath back I thanked each of the guys for the most incredible orgasm they had just given me.

After a while Sven looked at me and said, "Pierre and Marc are both looking quite restrained in their clothes. I think you should help them take off their shorts and make them more comfortable."

Sven helped me onto my knees. Pierre and Marc were standing directly in front of me with huge bulges in their shorts. By now I was very curious to see what they had to show. I moved to Pierre first and hooked my fingers inside the band of his shorts and eased them down. I had to help the front part over his bulging cock. It sprang out. My face was inches from it and I could not miss how thick and hard it seemed. He also had very large balls. I slid his shorts all the way down and let him step out of them.

As I straightened up my face was again right at cock level. I had not seen very many real cocks before and could not resist cupping his balls with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. It felt very erotic caressing this strangers cock and balls with the other guys watching. Instinctively I moved my mouth over the head of his cock and starting slowly licking and sucking it. Pierre let out a deep sigh of pleasure, giving me a real thrill knowing that I could turn this man on.

Just as I was really getting into pleasuring Pierre, Sven told me to stop and give Marc a chance as well. Once again I ended up at face level with a cock. Marc's cock was a bit thinner but longer than Pierre's. Variety is the (highly pleasurable) spice of life I thought to myself as I dipped my mouth over Marc's cock. With that Pierre moved closer and took my one hand and placed it on his raging hard cock.

I continued my blowjob on Marc while slowly stroking Pierre's cock. I was getting really turned on again myself. I had never before been with 2 naked men, let alone pleasuring both of them simultaneously. I was getting a real thrill from the satisfied grunts and groans that were coming from the 2 guys.

I started alternating which guy got the blowjob and which the hand job. As I sensed them getting closer to orgasm I felt Sven move in next to me and start caressing my pussy and tits. As he stimulated me I worked harder on Pierre and Marc's cocks. I had my mouth on Pierre's cock as he started to shudder. Sven put his hand behind my head so that I could not move away when Pierre shot his load.

"AHHHHHHHHHH. SUCK IT BABY!!!" Pierre shouted as he exploded. I swallowed loads of salty tasting cum as Sven kept my head in place.

The eroticism just kept building. Here I was taking a guy's cum in my mouth while stroking another one's cock, with a third guy fondling me and rubbing my clit. I was getting very worked up and loving every second on it.

As Pierre's softening cock slipped from my mouth Marc made sure that he was going to get the same treatment. This time I did not need Sven's encouragement as I wanted to taste Marc's cum as well and compare it with Pierre's. I kept my mouth firmly attached to Marc's cock as he started cumming.

Marc shoved his cock deep into my mouth as he started squirting. He just groaned and groaned and groaned in pleasure as I sucked him dry. I could not believe how much cum he squirted out.

As I released his cock he sank to his knees and sat next to Pierre. It made me feel really good to see how satisfied they looked. Both of them gave me a huge smile of appreciation. I had so enjoyed bringing Pierre and Marc to orgasm that I had temporarily forgotten about Sven.

As I leaned back and licked my lips clean, Sven slid a hand down my thigh and slipped a finger up my dripping pussy.

"Sally would you like the erotic thrill of yet another level of exhibitionism?" he asked with a naughty smile on his face.

"Go on Sven, what do have in mind now?" I replied, already feeling as thrilling shiver going through me. I was very turned on, and Sven was working me up even further with his fingering of my pussy.

"Do you want me to fuck you in front of these guys?"

I was dumbstruck, but enthralled. The erotic magnitude of what he was suggesting was overwhelming. The erotic vision of Sven's cock plunging into my pussy while 2 men watched made my body shudder with excitement.

I had never planned on being fucked by Sven but the sheer desire again took control. My body was totally ready for a good fuck, and my husband had encouraged me to enjoy sex with another man.

I did not reply to Sven but just lay back and spread my legs. It was amazingly exciting to not only succumb to Sven like this in front of the other guys, but also to openly offer him my pussy by spreading my legs so wantonly. I did not know when Sven had got naked but he approached me with his long dick sticking straight out.

It just felt so erotic lying there with splayed legs waiting for this man to penetrate me. I was dying to be fucked and groaned in anticipation as Sven lubricated his cock with my ample pussy juices before pressing the head of his cock against my pussy lips.

Sven teased me. "Tell me what you want Sally?"

"Oh God -- just fuck me please Sven!" I exclaimed desperate for that overwhelming pleasure of having his cock sink into me.

In one measured lunge Sven pushed his cock right up me.

"OHHHHH. That's feels amazing," I groaned from the release of finally getting what my body needed. I was reminded just how erotic and satisfying it felt each time I had got a new cock up me before I got married. This was the first such thrill I had in years.

Sven fucked me hard and fast as I splayed my legs as wide as they would go. I was receiving huge satisfaction and stimulation from his deep penetration. I was hoping that I was not going to cum much quicker than him. He must have been thinking the same as he pulled out, and asked me to change position.

Sven got me onto my hands and knees facing Pierre and Marc, then moved in behind me and immediately slipped his cock right back into my pussy. Looking straight into the faces of the other two guys I let out a huge groan of pleasure. I noticed then that both Pierre and Marc had rigid cocks again and they were stroking themselves as they watched the erotic sight in front of them.

I could not believe how thrilling it felt to be in this submissive sex position, being fucked from behind by one man while being watched by 2 others who were pleasuring themselves. Soon Sven and I were fucking furiously, and Pierre and Marc hands were moving faster and faster. I was panting and very close to orgasm. I was on such an erotic high that I just could not wait any longer and reached between my legs to rub my clit.




Exhibitionism Discovered Day 05



Within seconds my body erupted and I almost blacked out from pleasure. I started shouting out.

"SVEN FUCK ME!! OHHHHHHHHH SHIT. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," escaped from my lips as I shuddered and shuddered from the waves of pleasure arching through me.

Clearly my huge orgasm triggered the other guys, as I heard each of them exclaim as they shot their loads. Sven was the last to cum, and I felt his body go stiff just before he sent squirt after squirt of hot semen right into the depths of my pussy.

As we all slowly recovered from our sexual highs, Sven smiled at me. "I don't think you ever knew that you could get such huge sexual thrills in this way. Do you think you will do it again?"

"I don't know how you got me to do these things Sven, but it was incredibly exciting. In the past few days you have shown me a whole new world of sexual pleasure. I would find it hard to stop there."

After a while Sven suggested we head back to the cars. I had certainly had a fantastic afternoon, but was now ready to head back. Sven passed me my panties and shorts.

I found a few tissues to mop up the cum dripping from my pussy before I slipped my panties and shorts. I looked round for my bra and blouse, and found Sven holding them.

"You can have these back when we get to the car. We want to enjoy seeing you topless on the walk, and you can also enjoy the thrill of being semi-naked," Sven said, packing my clothes into his bag.

After the events of the past hour or so, it did not bother me being topless with these men. In fact I still found some excitement and pleasure in it, and actually really enjoyed the feeling of freedom and not being confined by clothing.

We set off back down the path we had come on. There was less sexual tension than when we had initially walked that path and so the conversation flowed quite freely. We were chatting so happily that it was a total surprise to suddenly come across another couple that joined from a side path. Both our party and the couple stopped and looked at each other. Instinctively I tried to cover my exposed breasts, but Pierre and Marc had been holding my hands on the walk and did not let go.

Both the man and woman's eyes quickly fell on my nudity. I blushed in embarrassment. Although I had just been totally naked with the three guys, I still felt very awkward being exposed to these total strangers. It actually made it worse that one of them was a woman.

"Well it looks like you've been having a good time!" said the man, who the introduced himself as Dave and his wife as Penny. Dave and Penny's eyes briefly looked at the other guys but kept reverting back to my tits again. I felt my nipples harden under their gaze, even though it felt a little odd being stared at by a woman.

Just to further my embarrassment, Sven thought it a good time to explain my situation. "Sally is really a bit of an exhibitionist, so she's enjoying being naked in the woods. It gives you quite a thrill doesn't it Sally?" he said straight at me.

As the others looked at me for an answer, my nipples hardened even more. I gave a sheepish smile in reply trying to avoid any eye contact.

"You certainly look sexy Sally. I bet these guys have enjoyed having you topless," Penny commented.

I looked at her and couldn't help noticing that her nipples were hardening as well. She must be imagining something erotic I thought to myself.

"Oh we enjoyed seeing much more of her than just her tits. The rest of her is very sexy as well, isn't she?" Sven said looking at Pierre and Marc with a mischievous smile. I did not know where to look, feeling very awkward at this discussion of my body and activities.

"Absolutely! We had a great time," Pierre replied ambiguously.

Then taking a lead from Sven, Pierre looked at Dave and Penny and added, "Would you like to see Sally naked? I am sure she is ready for another thrill by exposing herself."

"NO PIERRE!! We had our fun, but we do not know these people. I cannot get undressed for them," I shot out in shocked response to his suggestion.

"Besides which, I am sure it will be embarrassing for Penny," I added hoping to get some support from her.

All hope of support died instantly when Penny smiled widely and said to Pierre, "I think you should strip Sally completely and so we can see her pussy as well. I am sure Dave would like that."

It was quite evident from the growing bulge in Dave's trousers that he was getting turned on at the prospect of seeing me stripped naked. With a slight feeling of disbelief I again felt that thrill passing through me knowing that a man was getting horny just at the thought of seeing me naked. I looked at Penny again just hoping she would say that she was just joking. To my utter surprise she had a look of lust in her eyes, and her rock hard nipples were clearly visible through her top.

I was shocked that I could be proving to be an erotic thrill for a woman. That gave me a strange added thrill.

Sven decided to advance proceedings. He moved behind me and slid his hands up to cup my breasts. He knew that he would quickly get me very turned on this way, not only because of the pleasurable sensations that rippled through me, but also because of the erotic thrill of doing this in front of the others.

As I groaned in response to the sensations I was feeling, Sven asked me, "Do you want to get totally naked for these people? You will give them a real thrill as well?"

I just nodded as Sven tugged at my nipples. He looked at Penny, and said that since she had suggested getting me naked, that maybe she would want to strip me. Penny readily agreed, licking her lips as she approached me. Sven stepped back as Penny approached me.

"You look really horny Sally. Does that feel good?" she said as she caressed my breasts and tweaked my nipples. Another lustful groan from me told everybody the answer. I had never been touched sexually by another woman before and was surprised at how good it felt.

Penny slowly slid her hands down over my tummy and down to my crotch. She rubbed me through my shorts and smiled as I involuntarily eased my legs open slightly. One hand still caressing my crotch she used the other to undo my zipper. Then with a hand on either side she slid my shorts down to my ankles and got me to step out of them. Penny then eased her hand inside the elastic of my lacy panties and slid it over my trimmed mound till she touched my pussy lips.

"My oath you are wet Sally. You must be feeling incredibly horny," she commented as she proceeded to slip 2 fingers up my cunt. Another loud erotic moan from me let everybody know just how good it felt and how turned on I really was getting. In this sate I was still trying to get to terms with the fact that it was a woman doing this to me.

Penny quickly removed her hand, not allowing me any further stimulation.

"Time to expose you completely," she gloated as she slipped my panties off and made me step out of them.

"Open your legs so that we all can see your erotic parts properly," she instructed.

I felt a gush of moistness from my pussy as I obeyed her and saw the lustful eyes gazing at me. I just wanted to cum there and then.

Penny knew what I needed, but she wanted to do it her way. Slipping a hand between my legs and stroking my clit, she looked me in the eye as I shuddered.

"Have you ever had a woman make you cum before Sally?" she asked.

"No, I have never been with another woman at all," I replied feebly, more focused on the delightful feelings I was experiencing from her touch.

"Would it feel exciting to have me make you cum -- especially with these guys watching?" Penny asked as she plunged 2 fingers up me cunt and squeezed a nipple hard with the other hand.

"OH YESSSSSSSS," I hissed, overcome as a wave of incredible sensation moved through my body.

Penny knew just where to touch me inside my cunt, and she had got me to the point where I did not care who saw me cum.

"Look at the guys, so you can see their lust, while I give you pleasure."

I followed her instructions and not only saw their lust, but also that Dave had his cock out and was stroking it rapidly. He certainly had a handful there to stroke, so my eyes fixed on him.

Penny slid her fingers in and out of my cunt, all the time keeping her moving hand in contact with my clit. She bent down and took a nipple in her mouth.

"Oh God, that feels goooooood," I moaned, still watching the erotic sight of Dave masturbating.

"That's it Penny. Give Sally a good finger fucking and make her cum hard!!" Pierre encouraged Penny.

The erotic comments, the sight of Dave and mostly the incredibly sensational touch of Penny was quickly driving me over the edge. My shaking body made it clear to Penny the crucial moment was near. She plunged 4 fingers right up me and bit my nipple.

"OHHHHHHH FUUUUUCK. DON'T STOP." I exclaimed as my third orgasm of the afternoon exploded through me. I felt another shudder of follow-on orgasm as I saw Dave shoot long squirts of cum and heard him groan with satisfaction.

Penny expertly brought me down from my high, gently caressing the last erotic pleasures out of my body, while also supporting me so that I did not collapse. As my breath came back Penny kissed me lightly on the lips.

"I would like you to make me cum as well -- but only my husband may watch, so it will have to be another time," Penny said as she stepped back from.

She turned to Dave and said quite bluntly to him "I am so turned on now as well. I need you to make me cum. Let's move into the forest while our friends head back to the car park."

I found myself liking this woman that could be so open about her sexual needs and desires.

Sven had collected my clothes and now gave them all back to me, saying that I had probably had enough excitement for one day. My mind was still reeling from all the experiences, but I was feeling tired and was grateful to get fully dressed again. I slipped into my underwear, blouse and shorts as the guys watched me get dressed.

As we set off to the cars, we could hear groans of pleasure form the forest. Clearly Penny and Dave had an urgent need and had not gone far into the forest to satisfy that need.

Pierre and Marc went their own way while Sven and I drove back to the hotel. Sven asked me whether I was going to share my newfound erotic thrills with Rick, and if so what I thought Rick's response would be.

"I certainly will tell Rick everything. And as a result I will get the fucking of my life from him. I have shared everything of the past few days with Rick, and he has loved every detail. The whole thing has lifted our sex lives to much greater heights. Thanks for introducing me to these pleasures Sven. The experience has been FANTASTIC!" I said as I leaned across and gave him a kiss.



Exhibitionism is Risky



The first time I met Elle I had dropped in to see my cousins, Kelly and Patricia. I'd like to emphasise that they were just my cousins, daughters of my aunt, and I'd known them, like, forever. There was no romantic attachments, they were like a couple of extra sisters. I'd dropped in with goodies for them from my mother and a general greeting from everyone else.

We were having a snack and a drink while they unwrapped their goodies when this delightful young woman wandered into the room. It turns out that this was their housemate, Elle. She was in her early twenties, blond, about five foot six, and a magnificent figure. I was able to make an accurate assessment of her figure because, by some oversight, she had forgotten to get dressed.

Elle didn't appear to notice me at first, but when she did she didn't get excited about the state of her attire, or lack of it I suppose I should say, but if anything she stood slightly more erect, thrusting that wonderful bosom out a little more.

"Elle," Kelly said, "this is our cousin, David. He's not a boyfriend, and you're not supposed to walk in naked when there's a man here."

"Sorry, Kel," came this soft little voice, "I didn't know he was here. But if he's not a boyfriend it doesn't matter, does it."

Then Elle waved vaguely in my direction and swayed out of the room again, showing that the rear view was just as good as the front, and the way she walked should be bottled and sold.

Pat told me that Elle was a very nice young woman, but she was a little bit of an exhibitionist, and had this tendency to walk naked past any new man the cousins brought home. 

"And when that happens," grumbled Kelly, "we find we have to fend our new boyfriends off all night long, because they assume that if Elle walks around like that, then we will too."

"Can't you get her to stop?" I asked with a laugh.

"She doesn't seem able to," groused Pat. "She's agreed not to, but she can't seem to help it. Notice the way she just wandered through to see who you were."

"You'll have to be firmer," I suggested and then switched the subject back to family matters.

The next time I dropped by was a couple of weeks later. This time Elle answered the door, au natural, much to my amusement. She really had a fine figure. Elle showed me into the front room then went to get my cousins, who came in fuming.

"You see what she does," growled Pat. "She says that you don't count as you're not a boyfriend, just a cousin."

I couldn't help laughing. It might be annoying for my cousins, but for me it was quite delightful.

"Why don't you threaten her with some sort of penalty, or warn her of the potential dangers of flashing strangers."

"We have, but it's water off a duck's back. She won't walk around nude unless one of us is home, so she's got built-in protection. And she's a superb housemate apart from this one quirk," lamented Kelly.

We changed the subject and switched to family matters again. When I went to leave Elle was also departing, so I took the chance to have a word with her while we walked down the path. I politely pointed out that she was upsetting my cousins with her nude antics, and I'd appreciate it if she'd refrain from pulling them.

Elle giggled, and asked, "And if I don't?"

I smiled and said "Consequences."

She tossed her head and walked away, and I could hear a trill of laughter float back to me.

My next meeting with Elle and my cousins took place the next weekend. I dropped in with my usual gifts from the parents and Kelly answered the door. Letting me in we went through to the front room and Elle and Pat were both there, both fully dressed.

I duly greeted Elle and she responded, then she flitted out of the room while I settled down with Pat and Kelly for a chat.

Then Elle wandered back in the room, nude, and asked Kelly if she knew where Elle's new pink bra was. Kelly looked pointedly at me and then back at Elle, who simply waved her hand and said I don't count. I wasn't a boyfriend.

I can recognise a challenge when I'm hit over the head with it. I stood, rolled my shoulders to limber myself up slightly and then moved between Elle and the door. I then asked Pat and Kelly if they'd excuse us for a moment as I needed to have a quick word with Elle.

Pat and Kelly looked at me and then over at Elle, who just nodded to them, so they quietly left us alone.

Elle was standing posed so that I could fully appreciate everything she had, and oh, boy, did she have a lot.

"What did you want to talk about?" she asked, her musical little voice sounding like little bells tinkling.

"Consequences," I said. "You thought I was bluffing but, I'm sorry, you lose. I wasn't."

"Really?" Elle purred at me. "So what now? Are you going to kiss me?"

"I don't think so," I said thoughtfully. "It seems to me that you've had plenty of warnings and they don't seem to affect you at all, so I thought I'd go for something more meaningful.

Being a gentlemen, I'll give you a choice. You can bend over that nice armchair so that I can slowly ravish your pretty pussy, or you can bend over my knee so that I can soundly spank your pretty bottom."

I smiled. "Your call. Of course, if you're into that sort of thing, I'm quite willing to spank and then ravish."

Elle was patently shocked at the way the stakes had suddenly risen. Was I bluffing or not? If she promised to behave, would I let it go?

"I could scream," she said. "Your cousin will come in."

"True, but I suspect that you'd rather keep this between us," I returned. "And if they do come, they may approve of my suggestion."

I received a dirty look for that comment. Elle did want it kept between us. I could see her thinking, looking for an out that wasn't totally humiliating.

"All right," she said, capitulating. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again.

"Thank you," I returned with a smile. "Um, you realise you still haven't chosen the consequences?"

"What?" Elle asked indignantly. "I apologised."

"And I appreciate it, but too late, I'm afraid. Your choice is?"

Now Elle was really glaring at me. "Do you really think I'm going to bend over and let you have sex with me?" she wanted to know.

"Not really," I said, "which is a pity, but I guess I'll survive the disappointment."

I stepped over to the armchair and sat, at the same time reaching out to capture Elle's arm. A gentle tug and she was sprawled across my lap.

"You wouldn't dare," she half yelped at me, shock making her short of breath.

"You ruled out option one," I pointed out. "That only leaves option two."

At the same time I brought my hand smartly down on her bottom.

From my point of view it was quite funny. Elle wanted to scream and yell at me, but she didn't want my cousins barging in to witness what was happening. The result was a series of small frustrated squeaks as I gave her bottom a firm paddling.

I wasn't being deliberately nasty, just firm. After a quick spanking I just let my hand rest on her bottom for a few moments, making sure that we both agreed on her future behaviour.

The deal was that Elle would stop flashing my cousin's boyfriends (and me). I gently reminded her that if she reneged on the deal, option one was still on the table. Somehow or other, my hand had accidently slipped round the curve of her bottom and was gently stroking her pussy, when I reminded her of this. I wasn't sure how to interpret the wriggle and squeak she gave at that point.

I could hear my cousins talking and guessed they had decided our private time was up. Elle had time to stand and step away from me when Pat and Tracy entered. Elle nodded to me and the girls and excused herself, saying she had things to do. It was a case of exit, stage left.

Pat and Tracy looked at Elle as she left and then turned on me.

"Why is her bottom red?" Pat demanded.

I shrugged helplessly. 

"How would I know? Possibly from sitting on a hard chair?"

I got old-fashioned looks from both the girls, but they didn't mention the subject again.

Oddly enough it was only a few days later that I was back at my cousins' place. My aunt had dumped some things for them on my mother who dumped them on me with instructions that they were urgently needed and the girls would be waiting for them.

They weren't. It was Friday night and they were both out. Elle (fully dressed) let me in and directed me to leave the things in the front room. I carried them in and dumped them on the coffee table and turned to leave and there was Elle, standing in the doorway, taunting me.

She wasn't nude, but she had removed her dress and was standing there in the briefest bra and undies I'd ever seen. For god's sake, she looked even more naked than she did when fully nude. I assume she was trading on the fact that she wasn't actually naked.

I just laughed, and said "That counts," and started towards her.

Elle turned and bolted down the hall and vanished into her bedroom. I strolled down and entered. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, biting her lip and staring at the door, and me.

I glanced at the door and what do you know, a press button on the door handle to let you lock it from the inside. A button the Elle had not pressed, but which I did.

"I'm not naked," Elle protested. "You said nothing about being in my underwear. We all walk about in bra and panties at time."

I didn't even bother to answer that. She knew exactly what she was doing when she took off her dress and she could easily guess my reaction.

I calmly sat next to her on the bed and indicated she should bend across my knee. She sat firm, but didn't resist when I just took hold of her armed and pulled her across me. With her now lying across my lap, I reached over and unclipped her bra, watching as she let it slip down and off her arms. I then slowly peeled her panties down, pushing them all the way down to her ankles, then off.

"You're naked now," I quietly told her.

Then my hand came down on her bottom. She gasped, as my hand landed so lightly she could barely feel it. The tips of my fingers just skittered lightly across her rump, feeling it, tracing the curves and edges of it.

Elle was breathing harder now as I continued tracing her body, using the lightest possible touch. She was being tormented by this little touch she could hardly feel but was agitating nerves wherever it went.

My finger tips raced around her back and then back down to her bottom, drifting casually back and forth across it before drifting even lower.

Elle's thighs had moved apart slightly when I had started touching her so lightly. The tormenting little flutter of my fingertips was so different from the spank she'd been anticipating that she'd unconsciously relaxed. Taking advantage of that relaxation my finger tips drifted between her thighs, bringing the lightest possible touch to her lips and inner thighs.

Elle gasped at that touch, legs involuntarily parting more and her bottom lifting slightly, wanting a firmer contact. I deliberately restrained myself, keeping the tight tantalisingly tender. There was so little pressure that if it wasn't for the way her nerves were curling beneath that contact she wouldn't have been able to say if I'd actually touched her.

I was surprised at how fast Elle became excited. She must have been anticipating something happening between us and now her body was shouting for attention. Even with the light touch I was using her labia had swollen and parted slightly, inviting me in.

I moved Elle from my knees to her bed, laying her on her back, and my fingers started their little dance across her breasts, down over her tummy and onto her mons. Elle was slowly twisting about now, trying to anticipate where that touch would land next and trying to move into it.

I let one hand finally make firm contact, cupping and holding Elle's love mound, squeezing and playing with it, while my mouth now started its own exploration of Elle.

I gently kissed her eyelids, then dropped small kisses over her face before settling on her lips, which were now eager to meet mine. Kissing while my hand played and my fingers probed deeper, then I was drifting down again. My mouth wandered around Elle's breasts for a while before moving up the edges of her breast, following those gentle upward curves until I latched onto a nipple. A little bite brought a much louder squeal, and I moved over to the other globe. Fair share, after all.

Now I took a few moments to divest my own clothing, while Elle lay there, trembling slightly and watching my every move. She watched fascinated as I slipped on a condom, and then I was positioning myself between her thighs.

I looked at Elle, enquiry obvious on my face, and she nodded, permission granted but hurry it up was the message I got back. Then we were both laughing as she lifted her knees high and wide, reaching down to take me in hand and guide me home.

It was my intention that once I entered Elle I would take my time and treat her to a long slow loving that would eventually culminate in an orgasm for her as well as myself.

You know what they say about plans. To quote the poet 'The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley'.

As soon as I penetrated Elle everything seemed to explode around us and we were screwing like rabid rabbits. I swear I'm not sure why the bed didn't collapse under us. Did Elle reach her climax, you ask? Oh, yes. Several times. Me? Ditto. 

We just couldn't seem to control ourselves and we kept at it. Eventually we fell apart and lay there exhausted. I looked over at Elle and she was looking at me. And then we were both laughing again.

I'm not sure what we talked about, but we spend half the night just chatting to each other. Then we slept.

When I woke in the morning Elle was already awake, snuggling close to me and gently stroking me. This time, things went as per my original plan, and I gave Elle a long slow loving. It had to be long and slow. I was still recharging my well drained batteries, but Elle didn't complain about the result.

The complaints started at breakfast when my cousins figured out what was going on and wanted to nail my hide to the wall. But like I said earlier, they're like sisters. Every boy learns how to tune out a sister's complaints early in life. It's vital for survival.



Exhibitionism Leads To Mature Fun



One of the sexiest things I have ever seen in my life was to see a young guy's hand go up my mature wife's short skirt and between her ripe thighs.

I heard her sharp intake of breath and realised that his hand had closed over her uncovered shaven pussy mound. In spite of her rather relaxed state, due to the rather large quantities of G &T she had consumed, I rather expected her to stop our fantasy turning to reality by pulling away. I was surprised and even more turned on to hear this gasp followed by what I took to be a moan of pleasure. Although I had some disquiet about where this might lead in terms of how she might feel afterwards I was more than happy to 'go with the flow'. 

We are both in our early fifties ( me 53 and her 51) and having retired early lead fairly busy lives round our hobbies including for me golf and fishing. Over the last six months we had tried to get away as much as possible for short breaks to pursue a more recently developed interest in exhibitionism or more particularly me showing her off in public wearing clothes that leave little or nothing to the imagination.

This started just about six months ago when she purchased an extremely low cut and very tight black slinky dress to go to a Sarturday night golf club awards dinner and dance. The material was shiny, slightly transparent and quite stretchy and was almost totally sculpted to her body. You could clearly see she wasn't wearing a bra and that she was wearing stockings and suspenders.

It showed her voluptuous 40c -32- 44 figure, blonde hair and youthful looks off to perfection and created quite a stir going in to dinner amongst the male members including some of the unaccompanied younger award winners in their 20s and 30s. I don't think she realised that they could see as much of the clear outline of her large heavy breasts and thick nipples, her rip jutting buttocks and her stocking encased thighs through the thin material of the dress. 

After dinner I was initially a bit jealous when she got up to dance with some of the younger guys but she seemed to be having fun and I found that I grew surprisingly a little turned on to see her flirting with them. I realised that most of them would have loved to 'get into her knickers' if she had been wearing any!

She seemed to be enjoying herself being in great demand in both faster and slower numbers with half a dozen guys in their 20s and 30s and I retired to the bar with my golfing buddies to let her get on with it.

It was after midnight before she joined us claiming to be quite exhausted but it was obvious that she had had a few G&Ts in between her dances. After a few more drinks with us she was quite tipsy when we got our taxi at about 12.30. She snuggled up against me in the taxi and said she had had a wonderful time.

When we got home and was I making her a nightcap I could see she was still 'on a high' and asked her had she enjoyed all of the attention. She said she had been really surprised and flattered that so many young guys, some younger than our kids, had very obviously found her attractive and it had done her ego no harm to have had so many attractive dance partners. 

When I asked had they behaved themselves she smiled and said that apart from a few rather risqué comments about her assets it had all been a bit of fun. When I asked had they kept their hands to themselves she said " You know what young guys and their hormones are like. But I made them behave themselves." 

She said that a few had run their hands over her rear in the slower dances and a few bolder ones had tried to touch her breasts but overall they had behaved like gentlemen in spite of some of them being very obviously excited by her. She went on to say that she had felt some large erections pressed against her, been complimented in quite graphic terms on her figure and had been asked by three different guys for a date ( including by one guy in his early 20s).

When I asked had she been tempted she smiled and said " By the offer of a date or the erections?" 

I must say I got an erection when I asked her which and she said "Both." 

She went on to explain that while she loved me dearly and wouldn't think of straying she had been flattered by the guys very obvious desire for her and couldn't help thinking what it would be like to go on a date with a guy of 20 or 30 and to have a young guy between her thighs again.

I think this rather risqué conversation turned both of us on and I rather roughly pulled her breasts out of the low top of her dress and her skirt up, and going between her plump creamy thighs, fed her the largest and firmest erection I had had for some time. We were soon coupling like teenagers on the settee. As I fucked her and I mean fucked her not made love to her I lost all my inhibitions and asked her would she like to be fucked by a younger guy. She too seemed to have lost her inhibitions and murmured that if I didn't mind' it could be fun'. 

I pressed further and asked would she like to have more than one at a time and was stunned when she smiled sexily and said 'the more the merrier'. 

" Would you honestly want to take on two or more guys at once?"

" Mmmm could be fun – but only if you didn't mind."

Seeing my previously rather conservative wife lying back with her big tits exposed and her thighs spread and thinking about her with two or three of the young guys I had seen her with at the club was overwhelming sexy and I couldn't hold back my climax and exploded into her. As I pumped the last drop of spunk into her I called her a really sexy dirty bitch and instead of losing my erection after I climaxed, as I usually do, it stiffened again when she said " I could be if you want me to be."

I was about to mount her again but she put her hand between my legs to hold my balls and said 'Hey not so fast, I want to have fun with that and I don't want my dress ruined. Go and get me a drink – we have all night to play."

When I came back with a G&T she had lost the dress and was standing resplendent in just her suspender belt, stockings and heels. As I took the weight of one of her heavy pendulous breasts and kissed her once again I felt her hand at my crotch and she murmured " Mmmm still hard, you must like me flirting with young guys, I must do it more often".

When I told her it appeared that it was more than me who had been turned on.

She murmured " I have to admit I really enjoyed realising that I am still attractive and desirable to so many young guys, who could have their choice of younger girls." 

When I asked would she be tempted to take it further and really consider having sex with one or more young guys. She smiled and said she might but it would depend on what I thought about it.

When I asked " What if I said it was OK." 

" Well then I might find it fun to see what they had to offer."

When I asked her how far she would go with them she very teasingly stood back and running her finger slowly from her moth, between her dangling breasts and down to her crotch said " It might be fun to have young cock here, and here and of course here!"

The thought of my previously quite conservative wife even fantasising about taking a young guys cock in her mouth, letting a young guy tit ride her and taking it in her big box was too much for me and turning her round I bent her over the couch and shoved my very hard rod into her big cunt from behind. 

I held the big ripe creamy hips and thrust between them thinking of her bent over for young guys to stallion her. She may well have been having similar thoughts as she wriggled her ass and thrust back to meet me. As I fucked her I parted her hips and worked my thumb down to her rosebud and as I thrust with my cock I pressed the tip of my thumb into her anal sphincter. 

She doesn't really like anal sex and the few times we have had it hurt her but I think I may have not taken no for an answer but for unintentionally coming off in her, when I asked her if she would let the young guys take her ass and she said " I suspect they probably would want me to!"

When I dismounted after my unaccustomed exertions – I usually only manage one climax or a second after a rest, I poured us drinks while she went to clean up in the downstairs bathroom. 

Although I was physically sated I was still in a high state of excitement provoked by the extremely unexpected behaviour and language exhibited by my wife.

When she came back with a robe covering her nakedness I said "Wow that was some session. Were we fantasising about you taking young guys or is it something you really would like to do."

She admitted that she had fantasised on occasions about what it would be like to have a young guy take her all night with him capable of having up to a dozen climaxes – our record! But until tonight she had thought that was just a fantasy that was not on the cards because she hadn't thought her mature body would be attractive to guys in their twenties/thirties. But tonight had shown her that dressed to show off her assets she could still attract and be desired by young guys. She had found that very exciting and also the fact that I had been turned on by the fact that young guys had asked her out on a date and that she might consider sleeping with one or more young guys. She finished by saying whether it was fantasy or reality was up to me as she really loved me and wanted to do nothing to threaten or marriage. If it spiced up our own lovemaking then she would probably get physical pleasure from 'no string's fun' with other guys whether it was just flirting or going the whole way.

I said I before tonight I thought I would have been jealous but it had both turned me on to see guys coming on to her and the thought of young guys having sex with her had also turned me on greatly. But if we were going to turn fantasy into reality it should be done safely and discreetly.

We agreed to sleep on it and when I woke up the next morning with an erection after some very vivid dreams I realised that I certainly wanted to take this further. I think she was a little embarrassed when she woke but she soon relaxed and we spent the morning in bed like newlyweds making love and confirming that we wanted to embark on some limited sexual adventures. She wasn't quite sure whether she wanted to actually take these to the stage of actually 'taking cock' or simply just flirting and kiss and a fondle stage.

I went off at lunch time to meet my friends for lunch and around while she went off to shop for some new sexy gear!

I'm afraid my mind was more on what had gone on the night before and more on Kate and the future than my game. This was exacerbated by my playing partners saying how hot Kate had looked the night before.

I didn't stop for my normal post game drink as I was keen to see what Kate had bought and discuss our plans for the night. When I rushed home she was still unpacking some of the gear but before she modelled some of it she told me Gareth , the 21 yo guy who had asked her for a date had called, and had really pressurised her for dinner on Monday.

When I asked her how she felt about it she said she had said she would consider it but she felt she was far too old to be going out with him. She said she had been very flattered when this 'drop dead gorgeous' young guy had said she was the sexiest woman of any age he had ever seen. Although they had agreed he wouldn't be expecting it to be more than dinner only.

I was ambivalent about this because although it would be exciting to think of my mature wife going out with this very handsome young stud, it could be less than discreet because both his parents are members of the golf club. 

I said I had been thinking more of us having our sexual adventures with strangers and away from our own locality. She thought it might be fun to go out with him to see if he really fancied her and proposed getting her into bed and felt it would be exciting and quite a safe thing to do. She felt that, as on the dance floor, she could flirt with him without going too far. When I asked how far she would intend to go on their date she said ' possibly a kiss and a fondle but no further.' 

On this basis I agreed to her calling him to agree to going out with him on the Monday night so long as I agreed her outfit. I was impressed at his style when she called him and arranged to meet him at quite a well known and quite sophisticated restaurant in the old town ' just for a meal.'

Her adventure agreed, she unveiled the treasures of her shopping trip. Out of the numerous bags she produced a range of sexy garments that demonstrated to me that in future she was really quite determined to 'put her assets' on show. She had purchased several suspender belts and sets of stockings, tiny g strings; several short tight skirts and other longer tight skirts with thigh splits, skin tight shiny leggings, several low cut and both semi and totally transparent tops, corset tops and a couple of shelf bras.

To test her confidence I suggested for her date with Gareth she wear a short tight mini skirt with stockings and suspenders and a sheer black top with a lacey bra teamed up with a short black jacket. I was surprised when she suggested he might find it sexier if she went braless. I said if she felt it necessary to keep his attention she could lose the bra when she went to the loo!

That night's fashion parade with the promise of some very sexy dressing plus the thought of my wife 'going on a date' with a very handsome young man fuelled some more intensive lovemaking. Although it fairly exhausted me – with my normal being a couple of times a week- I was delighted to think that properly stimulated I was capable of much more!

Throughout Monday , in the 'cold light of day' I know that both of us had second thoughts about her adventure that night right but we decided to let her try it even as a one off . But I have say when I saw her dressed to go I almost decided to keep her in for myself. I have never seen her look better or sexier. Her makeup was much heavier than usual and with her blonde hair shining made her look quite spectacular and several years younger. She was wearing a skirt about 5 inches above the knee with black lace top stockings and 5" heels. The skirt was absolutely sculpted to her rear and it and her shortish jacket showed of her rip jutting buttocks to perfection. The sheer black top and lacey bra showed off her heavy breasts and cleavage to perfection and overall she simply looked like 'sex on legs'. 

That night I couldn't settle with wondering what she and Gareth would get up to so eventually after trying to watch TV for an hour I went to the pub. When I got back at 11.30 she still wasn't home and no messages so I suspected it had gone well and was rather more than 'just dinner'. A number of times I was tempted to call her mobile but I decided to just sit it out. She arrived home in a taxi just after one.

I noticed she had lost the bra and there was a worrying wet mark on the front of her skirt but I made her a drink rather than bombarding her with questions. When I asked her how it had gone she smiled and said it had gone fine but she thought if we were going to experiment it might be better in places where we weren't known. 

She had been delighted by Gareth's reaction when she met him in the pub across the street from the restaurant. He said she looked absolutely gorgeous and when she asked him was he not embarrassed to be seen out with a woman old enough to be his mother he had assured her that he felt really proud to have her as his date. 

The restaurant was lovely as was the food and he was an attentive date. Conversation was good and they found they had a lot of common interests in music, theatre and of course golf. When it came round to the club he had said that he and his mates had been stunned at how well she looked at the dance and he couldn't get her out of his mind. When she asked why. He said because he had found her the most sexually desirable woman he had ever seen and in some ways she looked even better tonight. When she asked how, he said he loved her short skirt but the dress had shown her breasts and nipples off more. To tease him she said would you prefer I hadn't worn a bra – he quickly nodded his assent. 

He looked rather stunned when she went out to the loo and returned without her bra. When she said ' Is this better?' He had said "It is fantastic I have never seen a better pair of tits on any woman – in fact I have never ever wanted anyone as much." When she asked him did he not think it too much for her to be showing her breasts and nipples off. He said "certainly not- you've really got it so you should flaunt it."

When she asked him whether it wasn't just having 'forbidden fruit' that had attracted him, he said that that could be part of the attraction but he had really fallen for her because of how hot she had looked at the dance and tonight, but also because he had found her smart and funny. He thought she was the complete package.  

She said she was flattered by his attention but if he had invited her out tonight hoping for a 'quick shag' he was going to be disappointed because she had never cheated on her husband. When he asked had she ever been tempted she answered truthfully not really until Saturday night, mainly as she had thought she was no longer attractive to younger guys.

She admitted she had been flattered by the attention and by the fact that she realised that quite a few of the guys wanted her sexually. He had smiled and said " I assume you felt my erection against you." She said she had replied yours and a few others.

When he pressed her she said she had been turned on by the fact that he and other guys had got aroused by her. He then has asked her how often she had sex and seemed surprised that it was only two or three times a week and said it was a real waste! 

He suggested they go for a nightcap to his apartment but when she said that might be too dangerous he settled for a nightcap back in the bar across the street. She had realised when he steered her to a high stool at the side of the bar that he was hoping to see a bit more thigh when her skirt rode up and also he would have the light shining on her breasts. 

She was happy to play along and murmured to him " If you wanted to see a bit of thigh and stocking top you had only to ask." And crossing her legs she allowed her skirt to ride up a little to flash her lace topped stockings. He obviously liked what he could see and said" I really want to make love to you and I think you would like it too so why not?" 

She admitted she was tempted but she said she loved me and after Saturday we had discussed a more open relationship but she wasn't prepared to do anything just yet. He seemed to accept this and after a couple more drinks she thanked him for a lovely evening but said she had to get back home. 

He said he was disappointed but would be happy if he agreed to another date. She said she would call him.

As they walked towards the taxi rank he suddenly pulled her into a wynd and pulling her closed to him started to snog her against one of the alley walls. She hadn't minded because it was largely out of sight of the street and she really did quite fancy him. As he kissed her she didn't even really mind him groping her breasts but felt they were entering into dangerous territory when he placed her hand on his crotch and what felt through his trousers like a huge erection. He grated " Do you see how much I fancy you." When she murmured assent she felt his hand go up her skirt and claim her g string covered mound. 

He muttered " What a superb box you have – would you not like it filled with a hard young cock?" and she felt him trying to manoeuvre her skirt up over her thighs to get better access to her pussy with one hand as his other unzipped his cock.




Exhibitionism Leads To Mature Fun



As he forced her hand on to his huge throbbing erection and his fingers into her pussy, she using all of her strength and to be frank self control broke away from him saying " I told you I wasn't up for sleeping with you and that also meant being fucked up an alley."

He smiled wryly and she couldn't help grinning back when he held his huge erection and said " But can you not do something for this – I've had it for nearly 4 hours?" She thought he had expected her mouth but appeared happy to settle when she offered him a hand job. 

As she took his long, thick and very firm rod in her hand he whispered " Hold my balls too." And as she reached into his trousers to take hold of his large heavy balls he moaned and said "Your hands are wonderful." Before bending down to kiss her. 

As she worked his cock he got very excited and rucked her skirt right up over her thighs so he could grope her ass with one hand while with the other he pushed her top up to expose her breasts and to grab hold of her breast and nipple. The sheer power of his thrust against her hand and the obvious desire he had for her from his powerful groping of her body made her think how good it would be to have this young guy between her thighs in bed rather than wasting his desire in an alley. He obviously felt the same as he moaned " What a fucking body, I am going to give you some real fucking when I do get you in a bed."

As she worked him with her hands she felt his balls tense and knew he was about to unload she tried to pull away to stop it going over her clothes. But as he climaxed he pulled her close and spunked over the front of her skirt and g string.

When he eventually did release her she couldn't help thinking what an incongruous pair they must make - a 51 year old woman with her breasts, thighs and ass uncovered and a spunk covered skirt and g string, and a young stud with a long dangling semi erect cock.

As she re – arranged her clothing and cleaned herself a bit he came over and cuddled her telling her how much he really wanted to 'bed her'.

She was a bit annoyed with him for making a mess of her clothes but couldn't help be flattered by how much he appeared to fancy her that she said " We will have to see – I prefer to make love in comfort!"

When they left the wynd she was a little embarrassed at the disparity in their ages as he took her hand as they walked down to the taxi rank and she saw the taxi driver do a 'double take' as he kissed her as she got into the cab.

I heard this tale with mixed emotions shocked that my wife could have been seen up a public alley pleasuring a young guy, concern that it would get about amongst our circle of golf club friends, jealousy that she obviously quite fancied this young guy, envy that he had a bigger harder cock than me to pleasure her with and turned on at the thought of her behaving like a slut. One again I reaped the benefits by getting arouse and shagging her in her cum stained skirt.

As we lay in bed the next morning I couldn't help thinking about where this was going and felt we had to discuss it. Yes the whole episode had rekindled my flagging libido by making look differently at my wife – in fact looking on her more as a very sexually desirable woman again. But did I really want to have her fucked by young guys. Yes the idea of her as a sexually predatory 'cougar' when thought about it abstractly was exciting but when one put possible names and faces to the guys shagging her it brought it closer to home and the possibility of local scandal. In short I was excited by the thought of her dressing to show her body off to other guys but about how far it should go I simply didn't know.

Funny enough she seemed if anything keener to take it a bit further in that she said while she had enjoyed flirting with the younger guys, feeling their hard erections against her had made her realise that she missed the feeling of really being desired and to be frank taking lots of hard cock. And since we had been talking about it she thought she would like to have the experience of making love to two guys at the same time. 

When I asked her was she thinking of me and someone else or two young guys. She smiled wickedly and said possibly both. But it depended on what I was happy with.

I said if she wanted to try 'strange cock' I would be prepared to give it a go but outside of our own locality with people we didn't know. For the next five months we tried to make this come through without success.

We went to pubs outside our own locality, we went on short breaks to Glasgow, London and even Dublin. But things just didn't fall quite right. 

Yes it was fun to see her get dressed up and confident to go into bars either with me or on her on her own showing off virtually all her assets and to think what might happen. It was exciting to see guys of all ages check her out in almost sheer tops and to see her deliberately cross and uncross her legs in her short skirts to give pussy flashes. 

There was a lot of interest but mainly in looking. Yes guys tried to pick her up but either she didn't fancy them, or they were too old, too crude, too drunk, or too forward in trying to fondle her, or too many of them. She had been for a couple of rounds of golf and lunch at the club with Gareth but apart from the odd kiss and cuddle that hadn't gone further but she now suggested that we suggest to him about a discreet threesome. 

When I turned that down she booked us a 10 day break to St Martins in the Caribbean. Two of her friends had just returned from there and described it as a 'mature woman's paradise' with plenty of young studs looking for action. 

Whether it was because they had been two women on their own and us a couple she found it disappointing. Although she wore very little at night and on a couple of occasions nothing on the beach we were probably a little bit too cautious or selective plus the competition for younger guys from younger women in any of the nightspots or the clothing optional beaches was pretty hot as there was a lot of younger flesh on display. It was two days from the end of our holiday when we got the action Kate wanted. 

We had selected a rather secluded area on the beach but apart from some guys checking her totally naked body out as they passed there was very little real activity. I was delighted to see her show off her ripe shaven pussy mound and lips in public but I think she was a bit down at appearing not to be as attractive as she had appeared at home. 

I had suggested to we should try to stimulate some action by me to going up to one of the beach bars and then for her to wander up to get a drink dressed just in her bikini bottom. If she was getting unwanted attention I could intervene but it would show her 'availability' to some of the young guys who hung out there. 

Her bikini bottom was a very skimpy pink g string with a tiny scrap of material which struggled to cover her large pussy mound and showed off her very obvious cameltoe and was little more than a string divider for her ripe hips. I settled down with a beer on one of the stools to see what would develop.  As I saw her approach with her big hips swaying and breasts bouncing, I heard the barman say something to two young 20ish black guys at the bar. They were bare chested and wearing only brightly coloured long shorts. 

They turned round to check her out and I noticed they continued to do so when she was ordering her cocktail. When she turned to go I noticed that three sets of eyes were glued to her rear. I found their rapidly spoken mix of English and slang difficult to follow precisely but the gist of the conversation that ensued was that they thought she had a great booty, big tits and a big 'fass' and could be a 'right hoecake.'

They obviously decided to find out as they started to follow her down the beach and giving them a five or ten minutes start I followed. It was with some excitement that I realised none of the three was to be seen and thus the two guys were most likely with Kate in the little secluded area a couple of hundred yards down the beach we had selected at some dunes. So as not to cramp or disturb the action I walked further down the beach to pass the area and was excited to see them flopped down on either side of Kate.

I walked on down the beach for about five minutes in quite a high state of excitement before turning and walking back past them and had an instant erection to see the guys rubbing sun cream on her back and rear! As I watched one guy's black hands massage her big ripe buttocks with cream I realised that my mature wife was not only going to get the young cock she wanted but probably two black cocks. 

I wandered back up the beach to the bar to have a beer and rather than interrupt I thought I would have a second. Nearly forty minutes passed after I had passed them on the beach, and I was thinking I should perhaps go and see what was happening, but decided to give it another 15 /20 minutes which I spent girl watching and sipping my third beer. 

I had decided I should maybe go and see what was happening when I saw the two young guys coming up the beach. When they got to the bar the barman 'hi fived' them as he obviously knew what they had been up to. Their boastful slang was hard to follow but it was obvious that she had put out completely for them including letting them 'butt fuck her big booty". It felt funny but arousing to hear two young guys discuss my wife's body with the barman and boast about what they had done with her and how willing she had been. In a way it was flattering to hear that they had enjoyed their session with her but I was stunned and annoyed when one pulled out two 50 dollar bills and claimed she had paid them for 'servicing' her. 

I went down the beach in a bit of a strop to find Kate smiling 'like the cat who got the cream.' She smiled and kissed me and said" Thanks for letting me do that it was absolutely fabulous."

She went on to say she had seen the obvious interest the guys had taken in her at the bar and had hoped they would follow it up. She realised they were following her down the beach and had quickly lost her bikini bottoms to see if they were really interested. 

It was obvious they had targeted her because as they approached one shouted over and asked her did she want a massage. When she asked how much he said $25. When she said that might be fun they had flopped down beside her and asked her what she wanted massaged. When she said they could rub some sun cream and flipped over on to her front they quite expertly and not unpleasantly actually start to massage her – one at her neck and shoulders and the other her feet , ankles and legs. When she said 'that feels really good' they got a lot bolder and the one massaging her back reached under her slightly to massage the sides off her breasts, while the other started to massage her buttocks. When she didn't object she felt one guy cup her breasts while the other drizzled cream between the cheeks of her ass and she felt his hand exploring the crack of her butt. As she didn't want to be ass fucked she looked up to say that would do her back and saw two huge tents in the guys loose shorts and realised that she had the opportunity to make her fantasies become reality.

When she flipped over the guys started to rub cream into her breasts and one guys hand started to massage her pussy. When she let out an involuntary moan the guys took this as the green signal and one started to kiss her and grope her breasts while she felt the other guys head go between her thighs and felt his fingers enter her pussy and his long tongue do most exciting things to her clit. With the attentions of the two young guys turning her one she admitted that she was soon groping them and encouraging them to lose their shorts. 

She remembered admiring the long thin black cocks on two hard and well muscled slim young bodies before the pleasure being given to her clit and pussy caused her to orgasm and she was lost in a sexually frenzy of wanting and taking as much cock as they could give her. She said, having wanted this for so long she felt insatiable and the taboo of having two black guys on a public beach made it even more exciting and she was totally like putty in their hands. She sucked cock, let them tit fuck her, took both cocks several times in her pussy from front and back. And it was only after they dped her with one guy up her pussy and the other up her ass and then changing places that she and they were sated. 

Although she had given them head without a rubber she was grateful that they had used protection for vaginal and anal sex, as she admitted that she had been so turned on that she would have probably taken them without it. And that was why she had given them a bonus payment for their massage! 

She obviously saw I had mixed feelings and leaning forward she kissed me and said 

" Thanks darling for letting this happen I really did need it." 

I could smell the sex of her breath, and the smell of this, the sight of the dried ejaculate on her breasts and her confession of her giving up her ass to be sodomised to two strangers, while it was largely 'off the menu for me, and finally effectively paying the two guys to fuck her both rather disgusted and excited and me. I remember grating

" You're a fucking dirty slut." And flipping her over on to her front as I released my own throbbing cock I very roughly parted her hips and mounted her ass. There was no love or tenderness about this but an intention to treat her roughly and probably even to hurt her, as a slut to be used, and I thrust deeper and deeper into her bowels. 

Although she had been stretched a bit by the young guys her relatively unused ass was wonderfully tight and my rather frenzied animal lust caused me to climax sooner than I wanted but as she fell forward I realised that I was still hard and pulling her back up against me I was able to really enjoy the feeling of really plundering her ass hole as I thrust at the big soft creamy cheeks of her butt. 

This time it took me longer to ejaculate and I really enjoyed the experience of buggering my wife on a public beach where anyone passing could see I was up her ass, was a real turn on as well as the thought of her letting two young guys have the same wonderful experience. When I ejaculated I was quite exhausted but laying her down in the spoon position I stayed in her until my erection was totally deflated. 

As she eased off me she turned and said" Don't you feel quite decadent having had anal sex on a public beach?" When I said I found it quite decadent that she had effectively 'paid' two young guys to have sex with her. She smiled and said that the massage she had invested in was one of the best investments she had ever made. She said she had more than 'scratched an itch' and with people she was unlikely ever to see again.

When I asked her had she really enjoyed having sex with the two guys she said it was literally mind blowing to let herself go completely for no limits no strings attached sex. The fact that it had been with two well hung fit young black guys in a public place had only added to the frisson and while she was under no illusion that to them it was partly business the hardness of their cocks and the number of times they had climaxed and penetrated her was a testament to the fact that they had found her body almost as desirable as she did theirs. She had never had as many climaxes in one session and the sensation of being 'roasted' – in mouth and pussy at once was only surpassed by the wild thought and sensation of having two cocks in her pussy and ass at once. She actually claimed to have had an anal climax during this. And smiling she added "and of course you got a bonus - you got buggering me twice."

Lying back she said " I have had a wonderful afternoon and I feel dangerously decadent having had my brains almost literally fucked out by two young fit well hung black guys and having swallowed their spunk now having my husband's spunk running out of my ass".

Once again semi seriously I said " You really are a fucking slut." 

She smiled and said" Well don't you like me like this? You've certainly had your own sexual high about it."

We gathered up our things to go back up the beach to our hotel. She wasn't wearing a lot – just her pink g string bottoms and a sheer wrap – and as I followed her up the beach I had to admire the sway of her big ripe hips especially when I thought that she had taken three cocks between them that afternoon. 

When we about 150 yards from the bar where she had caught their attention I was surprised when she suggested we go there for a quick drink. I thought I would be embarrassed if the guys and the barman saw us together and realised we were married. I suggested I go ahead and then she come in to have a drink separately.

When I got there were a couple of couples at the outer tables and Kate's' lovers' were in a group of five guys drinking probably with the money Kate gave them. I ordered my beer and sat down outside to watch Kate approach. 

As they saw Kate approach they obviously had told their mates about their experience and apart from what appeared to be a graphic description of what they had done with her I heard her described as a 'milk bottle'. I later found out this was slang for a white woman who needed or loved to be 'filled up.' I heard the other guys pass complimentary although crude comments on her tits and prominent pussy mound barely covered by the scrap of material. They greeted her and called her over to join them at the bar. 

I saw the guys who hadn't had her, check her breasts and ass out as the rather transparent wrap didn't hide anything. I also noticed her two friends had a rather proprietal attitude and rather familiarly kissed and cuddled her in greeting before introducing her to their friends who also kissed her in greeting.

Although I had been rather spent with my exertions I couldn't help getting an erection when I saw my mature wife apparently completely at ease with her assets almost fully displayed to five young black guys. It really was terribly erotic to see her ripe creamy body in the middle of a group of hard bodied young studs. Although I have to say I was more than slightly concerned where this was going.

Although she was obviously enjoying herself I was pleased that after finishing her drink she bought them one and said she had to go. There was chorus of requests for her to have one more drink but having told her they would see her that night or the next day they reluctantly allowed her to leave but not before they had all kissed her goodbye and most of them had copped a feel at her breasts and ass.

As she left the bar the guys and the bartender watched the sway of her hips and there was a lot of talk about the fun the two guys had had with her 'booty'. I finished my drink and followed her back to the hotel. 

She was still on a sexual high when we got back to the hotel telling me that she had never felt so sexually alive and how great it was to feel so sexually desired. When I asked her if I hadn't been there would she have thought about taking the five guys on she smiled and said that I hadn't been there she would have been taking up their invitation to go to a club that night. That night she had to be content with dinner and a rather low key shag from me. 

She was keen to meet up with them the next day but with us going home the following day I asked her to give it a miss. She agreed on the basis of us making definite efforts to get he more cock when we got home even if it meant taking a few risks. 

That is how we had ended up going on a 'golfing weekend' with Gareth where she had made it quite clear she was planned to put out for the two of us. And that is why I found her letting Gareth put his hand up her skirt to start of a great sexual adventure so exciting  but that is another story.



Exhibitionism, Voyeurism and Fun



THIS STORY IS 100% TRUE. THIS IS A TRUE ACCOUNT BY THE AUTHOR.

What a great weekend we had! And you know me; I've just got to share all the dirty details. So sit back and enjoy!

Jason, our daughter and I went camping with Kevin, Angel and their four kids. Yes, that's 9; count them 9 total people tent camping for the weekend! Needless to say it was kids in one large tent and adults in another. 

The trip to the campground and the set up of tents went on as normal. Little snickers and sly glances from time to time promised fun ahead for all. 

All sweaty from the tent set-up, Kevin and I took the kids swimming in the lake. Kevin and I wrestled like two teenagers in heat. Of course, I think this was an excuse to have our hands on each other in front of the kids.

"Exhibitionism - extravagant and conspicuous behavior intended to attract attention to yourself." 

After a great dinner and darkness fell over the campgrounds, Kevin and I decided to grab our wine glasses, flashlight and head out for a walk around the lake. Really it was just an excuse to be alone and grope for awhile. But it turned into so much more!  

Walking the dirt road to the last cabin in the row before we hit open area, I got the crazy notion to check to see if the cabin was unlocked and/or occupied. It was padlocked. There was an RV parked in the next site over with lights blazing and people roaming around. The side of the cabin facing the woods was in shadow and perfect for some semi-risky fun. 

Kevin and I looked at each other with lust filled grins and knew we needed to fuck and now! We walked on for a few steps and then I said we could fuck in the shadow of the cabin. He thought about it for a second. After all, if someone else decided to take a walk around the lake as well, they'd come around the corner of the cabin and catch us. Or the people in the RV might be watching. I think the thrill of being caught made us both even hornier than we already were. 

Kevin grabbed my arm and guided me back to the shadow of the cabin. We put our glasses down and kissed hot and heavy for a few minutes. A quick peek around the corner and Kevin dropped his shorts to reveal his stunning hard cock. By this time, I didn't care if we got caught. I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth. I worked him to the edge of an orgasm before I couldn't take it anymore. I needed him inside my soaking pussy. 

I pulled down my workout pants, bent over and leaned against the side of the cabin. Kevin slid his hard cock in me, grabbed my hips and started pounding away. I know the people in the RV must have heard us. And honestly if we were being watched, I wouldn't have minded. I'm not an exhibitionist by nature, but sometimes the situation is worth the risk. Kevin was certainly getting into it. 

Next thing I know he's got a hold of my ponytail and is using it to pull me back deep onto him. Add this to the tightening of my pussy and Kevin was gasping for air as an orgasm washed over him. He filled my pussy with three days worth of cum. 

Catching our breath and peeking around the corner, we continued our walk. With cute snickers we couldn't believe we did that in sight of the people in the RV. Exhibitionism can be fun...

Sexy Fun Times – oh hell yea!" 

The night was far from over. After a quick clean up on my part and the kids were off to bed, Kevin and I practically ran to the adults tent. 30 seconds later my clothes were off and I was on the air mattress. 

Kevin pounced on me and proceeded to fuck me nice and hard. But my pussy was unsatisfied from earlier. An orgasm was building and was waiting to break loose. 

I flipped Kevin on his back and impaled myself on his hard cock. I gasped at the deep penetration and the friction it caused. I leaned back so that the head of his cock was rubbing right on my g-spot. A quick bouncing action, my wet fingers vigorously rubbing my engorged clit and the tightening of all my muscles sent me into fits of ecstasy that I had to stifle. (As any you parents know, trying to be quiet when you orgasm so the kids won't hear you is a tough thing. And it was doubly hard because we didn't have walls between us, just 20 feet of ground and nylon tents.) 

Gasping for air and unclenching my muscles; only then did I notice Jason and Angel on the other bed. Angel stated earlier that she was pretty tired and probably wouldn't be up to playing. 

Kevin wanted to take advantage of my thoroughly soaked pussy and proceeded to pound me hard. Me on my back with one leg over his shoulder, Kevin grunted and smacked down hard into my pussy. Of course the quietness of the campground only amplified the sound, so pounding had to be controlled. 

Somewhere in the middle of a position change, I noticed that Jason had Angel's legs up in the air and was pounding away. Seems she wasn't as tired as she let on. 

Kevin and I both took a break and walked to the bathroom. It seems that worrying about the noise was getting to him and he couldn't cum. On our way back, we ran into Jason and Angel on the way to the bathroom. It seems they got so hot and bothered watching us fuck that they just couldn't stand it anymore. Woo hoo! I love being someone's live and in person porno! 

Kevin and I headed back to the tent where the clothes came off again. Kevin was going to cum even if it woke the whole damn campground. I snickered inside because he acted like he hadn't cum in ages when it was only two hours ago. After a nice hard fucking, Kevin grunted, froze in place and squirted more cum into my throbbing pussy. Mmmm...I love to feel a mans cock pulse inside of me. Whew...what a night!

More Sexy Fun Times – oh shit yea!" 

The next day after lots of fun in the water with the kids, Kevin and I were ready for a shower. Now I had noticed earlier that behind the main lodge, they had unisex showers. Thinking we could have sneaky shower sex, I asked Kevin if he was game for taking a shower together. Ok, stupid question! 

We headed off to the showers and once we rounded the corner by the showers, we noticed a family playing ping pong right near the area of the showers. In fact we had to go around them to get to the shower room. Kevin hesitated at the door. I told him to get his ass in here! We shut and locked the door. Then we noticed the extra large shower stall with two benches. Mmmm... my mind was racing with possible positions! 

Hot water started and naked bodies, we made our way to each other for hot kisses and desire filled touches. Intertwined, we stepped into the shower stall and proceeded to have the hottest shower sex yet. 

Being adventurous, I stepped one foot on each bench and lowered myself onto Kevin's hard cock. His upward thrusts and my downward squats were amazing. But unfortunately I couldn't hold that position for long. (note to self: more squats in the gym) A few more trial and error position changes, I opted for the deepest thrust and sexiest position that I know will make Kevin cum. 

Bent over with my legs together, Kevin pounded away at my pussy. He aimed the shower so that the water ran down my back. Every time his thrusting pelvis hit my ass, water shot up in the air. Kevin was soon filling my pussy with sweet cum. Not being very quiet about the whole thing, we were sure we'd be in trouble once we stepped out of the shower room. But to our surprise everyone was gone. I love my adventurous friends.

Even More Sexy Fun Times – oh fuck yea!"

You would think with a name like Angel, she'd be sweet and innocent. Oh hell no! Angel is a sexy vixen that I just love to be with. 

After a few drinks and the kids were off to bed, Angel came back from taking a shower in a short sundress. Sitting down she showed us that she wasn't wearing any underwear! This drove me insane. I grabbed her arm, drug her to the tent and proceeded to rip off the rest of her clothes. 

Getting naked quickly myself, we fell onto the air mattress in a sexy body to body embrace. Gentle searching caresses, deep longing kisses and moan of need drove us both crazy. Angel pushed me to my back and proceeded to make her way to my pulsing pussy.  

Her initial licks sent shock waves through my body which made me inhale sharply. Angel slowly worked her magic on my tingling pussy. In no time at all, I felt the wave of a deep hard orgasm rushing towards the center of my body. Knowing I couldn't hold back a yell this time, I grabbed the pillow and held it tight over my face as I yelled aloud with epic release. Damn this girl made my body tingle with delight. We held each other for awhile longer and then decided to join the men for more drinking.

"Voyeurism - a person who receives sexual gratification from witnessing others' sexual behavior"

The night started getting late and Jason was super tired. I, on the hand, was still raring to play with Kevin and Angel. Angel had a few drinks in her and was feeling super frisky. After all she just swallowed my pussy juices and hadn't had her release yet. 

I headed off to the bathroom and when I returned you would not believe the sight I saw. (I have to stop here and say that Angel gave me and Kevin a ration of shit about the possibility of us getting caught behind that cabin fucking the night prior. Angel stated that she couldn't be that brave in public.) 

Low and behold, I come back from the bathroom and Kevin is on his hands and knees with his face buried in Angel's pussy. She is naked except for a sweatshirt jacket. She is sitting on one of those folding camping chairs with her legs over each arm. Oh my! This was a very sexy site. I glanced around nervously because we are out in the open, I mean REALLY out in the open. The campsites were around a lake and you could see each other as plain as day with very few trees in between. 

Looking at my cell phone I noticed it was only midnight. Mmm...the possibility of them getting caught made me nervous, but yet I couldn't look away. The sheer bravery of this moment for Angel had me enthralled. I'm usually the daredevil kind and here was this sweet innocent girl, laid out for everyone to see. And she didn't care, which was fucking fabulous. 

I stood over Angel and she writhed with delight at Kevin's tongue lashing. I watched fascinated at her face and body movements as she inched her way closer to a mind blowing orgasm. 

I looked up and noticed a man walking down the road. All I could think of was, holy shit we're caught! But he kept on walking. 

Angel and Kevin had to take a bathroom break, so I hung out at the site and marveled at Angel's bravery. I noticed a couple campsites down that some guys were hanging out. Hopefully they couldn't' see what was happening. 

Angel and Kevin returned. Angel sat down and proceeded to give Kevin a very nice blow job. Then what happened next was even more shocking. Angel wanted Kevin to fuck her in the ass. Now, Angel doesn't usually like this because of baby birthing damage to that area, but she didn't blink an eye this time! 

Kevin got on his knees as Angel hiked up her legs and he pounded her ass but good. Angel moaned with delight and had a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Kevin maneuvered himself to be up higher by holding himself up on the arms of the chair. The funniest thing happened, the arm of the chair snapped. But did Kevin miss a beat, hell no, he kept right on going. 

Here was a sexy man, pounding his wife's sexy ass right in front of me. If I wasn't so tired and satisfied at the time, I'd have probably masturbated right there watching them. After about 20 minutes of this very erotic scene, I was ready to pass out. I headed off to bed as Kevin and Angel finished up around the campfire. I was certainly hoping that Angel would remember it all the next morning. And she did, with a sly little smile on her face.

Even after this most enjoyable weekend with sex swinger friends, I was still so very horney this morning recounting everything in my head. I pounced on Jason after I got out of the shower and had him fuck me hard until I was filled with his cum. Nothing like going to work on a Monday morning with that freshly fucked feeling. 

Angel called me over tonight because she needed my pussy on her face. Who was I to deny this sexy women her needs. She licked my pussy tonight to a mind blowing orgasm. Damn these friends are fun! As for the camping trip, it's one for the books.



Exhibitionism with My Stepmom



"Don't come in! I'm not dressed. Get out!"

Finally, on Christmas morning, of all days, after having lived with her in the same, small apartment for six, happy years and after having tried to see her naked for six, frustrating years without success, I caught her. I saw her. She was naked. That was the last time I saw Carol.

Too focused on her naked body, I didn't notice that she was upset. I didn't see that she was crying. Too immersed in my own personal perversion of catching her naked, I didn't know she had been crying all night. I didn't realize she was leaving.

My mom died when I was young. I don't even remember her and had my Dad not saved some old, black and white photos of her, I wouldn't have known what she even looked like. She looked like me or rather, I look like her, blonde hair and blue eyes, just like my Dad, too.

He since remarried, but by the time he remarried, I was older, twelve-years-old. I never considered his second wife my Mom or Stepmom, even, just his second wife. Forced to live with her in the same, small apartment, she was a total stranger, as far as I was concerned. In the beginning, I didn't want anything to do with her. Consequently, I always called her by her name, Carol, instead of Mom. Besides, later, as I got to know her and grew to like her, she felt more like my older sister than she did my mom.

At a time when people are supposed to be happy, Christmas Eve, I remember they were arguing all night long and the next morning, too. They were always arguing or more accurately, my Dad was always yelling at her, calling her names, and being abusive to her. My Dad turned up the Christmas music that played on the radio, and while Nat King Cole sang chestnuts roasting in the fire, my Dad's temper heated our small apartment to an unbearable temperature.

Now, every time I hear that song, I think of that fateful night and turn it off. When I hear that song, I think of Carol. I no longer think of her naked, but crying and hurting. She was my friend and I abused her friendship on the pretense and for the perverted pleasure of seeing her naked. I wasn't there for her in her time of need. I didn't help her and now she's gone. 

They fought a lot, but this time was different. This time, I heard Carol's voice. Normally, I'd only hear my Dad yelling at Carol, but this time, she was yelling at him. I never saw Carol mad. I never heard her raise her voice to my Dad before. I stayed in my room with the pillow over my head. I didn't want to hear them arguing, not now, on Christmas Eve of all days. They ruined my holiday.

It was selfish of me to think that, but I was still just a child really, just eighteen-years-old, an immature man. Their marriage, just as their inability to get along had nothing to do with me and how I felt. This was real and was all their problems, not mine. This was life, their lives, and I was no one but a bystander in this tragic accident of humanity, only there because there was nowhere else for me to go.

The next day, when my Dad and I sat by the Christmas tree opening gifts, the only gift for Carol was from me. There was a stack of presents from Carol to me and to my Dad, but not one gift from my Dad to Carol. I held my tongue wanting to ask him and against my better judgment I did. 

"Where's Carol's gifts? Did she take them with her?"

"I didn't buy her anything," he said in his gruff voice and I knew enough not to ask him to explain, only, I hoped he would.

He didn't say, I didn't buy her anything, Johnny. If he had said my name, I could have asked him why he didn't buy her anything and why she left. Yet, by not saying my name, much like the punctuation at the end of a sentence, was his way of telling me to drop it and I did.

Didn't buy her anything? How could he not buy her a gift for all that she's done for him? How could he do that? I wanted to ask him what happened. I wanted to ask him if she was coming back, even though I knew she wasn't and had already been replaced by Debbie, his new, younger girlfriend. Christmas that year with just me and my Dad wasn't the same and would never be the same again.

Instead of the smell of a Christmas turkey in the oven, Dad bought Chinese food and pizza the next day. The only cookies Debbie knew how to make were Toll House cookies from the freezer. Nothing was ever the same again. All of it changed for the worse. Instead of a home, it was just a place to sleep, eat, and shit. It was all shit without Carol there to make things right.

Debbie didn't cook. She didn't clean. She didn't do laundry. She didn't do anything but give my Dad what Carol wouldn't a blowjob. I guess, at this point in time, that's all he wanted and all he cared about getting was blown by a woman young enough to be his daughter.

I was angry. How could he do that to Carol, the woman who cooked and cleaned and put up with his foul temperament? He's such an asshole. It was at that moment that my Dad taught me how to treat or more correctly, how not to mistreat a woman.

At first, when he brought her home, I didn't like her. I thought she'd be a wedge between my Dad and me. Yet, as the time passed, she was my sounding board, my life preserver, and my best friend. I liked Carol, I really did. She went to bat for me with my Dad, smoothing the way with her calm manner and fearless in the face of his violent temper.

She was nice and I was sorry to see her leave, especially in that way, when my Dad dumped her for a woman half his age. The sorrow that I felt for the loss of her was as if she had suddenly died. One minute she's there and then, without so much as a good-bye, she's gone. I mourned her loss, as I would the loss of my Mom, had I been old enough to know she had died. 

His new girlfriend was twelve years younger than even Carol and only six years older than me. I guess you could say that I had a crush on Carol, even though she was much older than me. I didn't like Debbie. I couldn't stand her voice and her stupid talk. In the words of Forrest Gump, "Stupid is as stupid does," and that's what she was, stupid.

She looked trashy. She was always chewing gum and saying stupid things that someone, who at least graduated high school, wouldn't say. I couldn't imagine playing Scrabble with her. It wouldn't be any fun. I'd win every time. And I had no interest in wanting to voyeur her skanky assed body. She was a real deutsch bag.

My Dad didn't want any more kids and Carol couldn't have kids, so it was just the three of us. With my Dad always working, he worked 5 1/2 days a week, most days it was just Carol and me. Now, Carol is no movie star, but she's an attractive woman with a nice body, I know because I saw her in her two piece swimsuit more than once, and before she left, I saw her naked.

Boy that was something seeing Carol naked. Immediately, my eyes went straight for her tits. There were other tits I've seen in men's magazines that were too big or those I've seen in movies that sagged. A time before breast implants, even Sophia Loren had saggy tits, but Carol didn't having saggy breasts that were too big, they were perfect.

Shapely and round with pink nipples, they stood up high, as I imagined they did when she was my age 18-years-old. Then, my eyes fell to her pussy. It was neatly trimmed. The exposure of seeing Carol naked, finally, only lasted a few mere seconds, but it was long enough for me to burn a lifelong impression of her naked body in my mind.

Making my way through puberty with Carol, I spent my teenage years trying to see her naked and never did, until that fateful day, when she was packing her bag to leave me and my Dad. I didn't know she was leaving at the time. I didn't know she was upset, which is why she didn't hear me come home from a friend's house and open her bedroom door, until it was too late.

"Don't come in! I'm not dressed. Get out!"

Too late, I already saw her naked. In hindsight, maybe that was her parting gift, her Christmas gift to me, for me to see her naked, finally. I don't know, but it makes me feel better to think that and to believe that she did that for me, so that my journey along my rite of passage, from virginal boy to experienced man, would be easier, after finally having seen my first naked woman, having seen Carol naked.

Twice my age, she wasn't that much older than me. She was thirty-six when I was eighteen. My Dad was nine years older than she was when they married six years before. She was thirty and he was thirty-nine. Now, that I think of all the woman in my Dad's life, he was a pig. Only, Carol was nice, real nice. Not knowing the treasure he had with her, he found a gem, when he discovered her.

We got along. We were friends. Now, that she's gone, gone for good, I miss her. I think of her a lot, wondering where she is and who she's with. I wish I could run into her one day. I'd like to ask her what happened between her and my Dad. I'd like to apologize for my Dad's behavior. I'd like to give her the Christmas gift that I bought her and carry around with me, still wrapped in paper with a ribbon and Christmas card, in the trunk of my car.

This story is about the time that I went to college. The college campus where I went was less than a mile from my house, so saving on a dorm room, I stayed at home, while attending school. Carol enjoyed my company. When I wasn't out with my friends or studying, we watched a movie together or played Scrabble, while my Dad worked. 

Now, that I think of her life, she must have been bored. She didn't work. My Dad didn't want her working outside the house. It was a time just before woman's liberation and my Dad wanted her home cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, and taking care of me and the apartment.

Filled with testosterone and always feeling horny, I had developed a strong sexual attraction to Carol. The physical attraction was so strong, that she looked better to me than she really was. Yeah, there were prettier women, younger women, women my age, but there was something special about Carol that captivated me. We connected on a level that I never connected with any other woman since.

Part of the pure physical attraction, no doubt, was because I had never been intimate with a woman and she was the only woman that I was around and wanted as much, and because of the fact that I was at my sexual peak. I used to jerk off three to five times a day back then, while thinking about Carol. Now, I'm lucky if I can do it once a day.

Carol had shoulder length brown hair, bright brown eyes, was about 5'5", and weighed about a 120 pounds. A size six, she wasn't a bad looking woman. It's funny, when I think about her, remembering her face, she looked a bit like an older version of Gwyneth Paltrow with brown hair, but with a better body. 

What I liked about Carol was that she was comfortable in her skin. When she was home alone with me, she stayed in her nightgown or wore a bathrobe with nothing underneath, or a loose blouse and a short skirt. She wasn't immoral, but she wasn't modest, either. I guess she thought of me more as the young boy I was when she first met me, instead of the young, horny man I grew to become and the perverted man who lusted over her. 

I never thought that Carol was exposing herself to me purposely, but now that I'm older, in hindsight, maybe she was because there were so many times that I saw bits and pieces of her body that I shouldn't have seen. I don't know, maybe she got off flashing me and would masturbate, while alone in her room later, as I did, over what I saw and what she showed.

Maybe she was even attracted to me. I'd like to think that she secretly was. I'd like to think that is why she left my Dad or my Dad threw her out, because she was in love with me.

Maybe she confessed to my Dad that she loved me. Maybe he felt that it'd only be a matter of time before I'd be cheating on him, his only son, with his second wife and fucking her. Maybe, knowing my Dad, the fact that she wanted a younger man, me, it hurt his machismo more than his decency to understand the feelings and desires of those who loved him.

Yet, then again, I was a horny teenager always looking to see what I could see. Maybe it was all just accidental and I was at the right place, at the right time, to see so much of what I saw of Carol. Besides, I was purposely looking to see. Maybe she wasn't flashing, as much as I was looking.

Any time I saw her panty or bra or a part of her breast or had a nice view of her upper thigh, that was enough to give me masturbation material that night and/or the next morning. Actually, just seeing her bra strap or the top of her nylons, where her garter connected was enough to get me aroused. Seeing any part of her was enough to give me a lifetime of images that I could recall and masturbate over later, whenever horny.

A typical day for us was when my Dad had already left for work. We'd wake up around the same time. We only had the one bathroom, so we had to pre-plan our shower times. I'd get up pee and make coffee, while Carol took her shower. Then, I'd take my shower, while she dressed.

I was accustomed to seeing her blow drying her hair, while wrapped in just a towel. I'd stand in the doorway talking to her over the blow dryer, while filling my imagination with the naked image of her. Hoping to see more, hoping that her towel would, somehow, suddenly slip, wanting to tickle her to make her towel fall, I never saw much more of her than her cleavage and her thighs. She had wonderful cleavage and shapely thighs.

She had B cup breasts and a cute body with a nicely shaped ass. I found myself staring at her ass a lot, especially when she wore tight jeans. When she did, I was mesmerized by her ass. She looked really good in tight jeans, with each of her ass cheeks being cupped and defined by her jeans. Yet, it was a time when women wore short skirts and dresses more than they wore jeans.

Carol used to stay up late at night and watch television with me, while in her sheer nightgown and clutching a pillow to the front of her. We had a new color TV console that everything looked green, except the faces; they were neon orange. She loved watching television. It was her window to the big world outside, I guess. Shunned by many of the women in the neighborhood, people who had lived there all their lives, she didn't fit in with women who didn't wear makeup and didn't watch their diet. Weary of her, jealous of how she looked, they all acted as if Carol was going to steal their husbands.

My Dad was already in bed, when Carol and I were up watching TV. My Dad was in bed every night by 10pm and out the door by 7am to get to work by 8am. Except for the news, Rawhide, Bonanza, Gunsmoke, the Untouchables, and later, Mission Impossible, Dad didn't watch much TV.

He never got home before 6pm, a long day for him. I don't remember him hugging her, holding her, or kissing her. He barely talked to her, other than to ask her about the apartment and about the bills that needed to be paid. I don't think he and Carol had much of a sex life and I wondered if he just married Carol to give me someone to keep me company and someone to take care of him and the house. When she wasn't doing laundry, she was always cooking and cleaning.

It's funny that I can see now that I used Carol, just as much as my Dad did. I stayed up watching television with Carol, while hoping for a glimpse of some part of her body. My hopeful stares were most times rewarded with a flash. Only, much like a cop on surveillance, with one eye on the television and the other eye on her, I had to stay vigilant, so that I wouldn't miss the flash when it happened because when it happened, it happened in the blink of an eye.

It was best when there was a chick flick on because, when she reached down to grab a Kleenex, she gave me a view down her nightgown top of much of her breasts. I loved looking down her nightgown top, because she wasn't wearing her bra and I imagined I could see more than I saw. I imagined I saw her nipples.

I imagined that I was married to her and that she was my wife and, as her husband, I was able to reach down or up her nightgown any time I wanted to cup, feel, and caress her breasts, while fingering her nipples or fingering her pussy. I never saw her nipples during those peeks down her top, but I enjoyed imagining that I had. It gave me something more to masturbate over, when I was horny, which was all the time, especially whenever I was around Carol.

Then, when she was engrossed in the movie, moving around on the couch trying to find a more comfortable position, she always gave me a glimpse up her nightgown of more of her leg. Sometimes, her nightgown hem would catch in between the couch cushions and when she moved, it climbed higher up her body exposing the top side of her thigh, nearly up to her hip. That sight of her naked leg always gave me an immediate erection. I imagined I saw her pussy more than once, but it was always dark, with the only light in the room coming from the green screen TV.

Only, whenever she remained like that, with her legs parted a little and her nightgown askew, so involved in the movie, that she didn't even notice she was showing me something she shouldn't, I'd turn on the overhead light pretending I was looking for something, while looking over at her. She'd be so engrossed in the movie, that she never noticed me staring. As she never wore panties, while wearing her nightgown, I saw her pussy a few times, at least, I think I did.

Only, until that day that I saw her naked, the last day that I saw Carol, I only saw her in a collage of bits and pieces. A down blouse view here and an up skirt view there, it was difficult to put them all together to get a real image of what she looked like naked, but I enjoyed thinking about her naked, using the bits and pieces to form a total image, while stroking my cock day and night, fantasizing about Carol sucking it.

I looked forward to her raiding the fridge late at night. As soon as she opened the door of the fridge, the light passed through her nightgown making it virtually see-through. That was a view that always gave me an erection and I always wondered if she knew she was giving me a view. Maybe, she did. I liked to think she was doing it on purpose to tease me. Maybe, she took pleasure in driving me mad with sexual desire for her. Clearly, I could see the full outline of her breasts and nipples, her ass, and even her pussy hairs. How could she not know for God sakes?

Generally, after coming home from school, we played Scrabble during the day. By that time, Carol was fully dressed. She liked playing Scrabble. Now, that I think about it, she must have been bored to tears with no one to talk to and interact with all day. Other than the soap operas, there was no cable TV, DVD's, video games, and Internet, back then.

Certainly, I didn't mind accommodating her. I loved spending time with her. She almost made me feel that she was my girlfriend or, at the least, my older sister or kissing cousin.

It was the sixties, a time of the mini skirt, a time when women were starting to raise their voices in discontent of not having the same opportunities as men and being tired of feeling subservient to them. Most times, she wore a short skirt and a low cut top with panty and bra underneath. She had nice legs and I imagined my hand feeling her legs, traveling the length of her thigh to a warm, wet place between her legs, nirvana. She sat on the couch and, too far for me to reach the Scrabble board from the other side of the room, while sitting in the chair, I sat lower on the floor with the coffee table between us.

Unless she kept her knees tightly close, which she seldom did, feeling relaxed enough not to be on guard in her own home, with her sitting on the couch and from my vantage point of sitting on the floor, I had the perfect view of her panties during most of the game. She had pretty panties, every day a different pastel color, yellow, pink, green, and blue. My favorite panties were the white cotton panties and the sheer ones that, when squinting and staring, I could discern her camel toe and pubic hair. My least favorite were her black panties. Much like looking into a black hole, I couldn't see anything but darkness when she wore those. Seeing her panties, having her pussy there, within reach, always made me so horny and hard.




Exhibitionism with My Stepmom



Every time she leaned forward to place her tiles on the board, I was at the right angle to see down her top. Every time we played Scrabble, I saw her bra, her cleavage, and the round top part of her breasts. I loved that game and my special times with Carol. I always imagined what the rest of breasts looked like, while she sat on my cock naked and bouncing up and down, fucking me, while I reached up and felt her magnificent breasts.

She made me so horny and I spent much of my alone time masturbating, while thinking about her naked or having sex with me. Then, I got the bright idea of flashing her. I wondered what her reaction would be to seeing my cock. I wondered if she'd be offended or excited. I wondered if she'd look away or stare. I wondered if she'd tell my Dad. There was only one way to find out and that was to flash her.

I started taking my showers at night. That way, I could watch TV with Carol, while in my bathrobe with nothing underneath, my much needed excuse to be semi-naked. By the time I was in the living room watching TV with Carol, I could always hear my Dad snoring. We'd have to turn the TV up a bit to drown out the sound of him. He was a heavy sleeper and never woke up, no matter how much noise we made.

I was so excited. I was so nervous. Somehow my horniness overwhelmed my commonsense and sense of decency, and I spread my legs enough for Carol to see a part of me that she had never seen before.

While Carol was sprawled on the couch, I sat across from her. I was positioned perfectly, so that whenever she looked my way, she'd have a clear view between my legs and up my bathrobe. Guys never sit with their legs closed and I made sure I was giving her something to see, before I got brazen enough and gave her plenty to see. I could feel my pulse racing and my heart beating. I was sweating. 

Usually quiet when watching a movie, except during commercials, I found her looking over at me more and engaging me more in conversation. Then, instead of me putting on the overhead light on the pretense of looking for something, it was her putting on the overhead light, while pretending to search for something. It was wildly erotic knowing that Carol was doing what I did to her and being as much of a voyeur as I was. Could it be that Carol is horny, too? Does she masturbate over the thoughts of me in the way that I masturbate over the thoughts of her?

The fact that I was showing her my cock and that she was looking to see my cock, always gave me an erection. Afraid she'd tell my Dad, I was scared. I was excited. I was nervous. I felt alive knowing that I was doing something so wickedly wrong. Yet, I couldn't stop myself from flashing my cock to her.

I knew she could see my cock and I knew she was looking. She made me so very horny. Never looking down at my bathrobe, I pretended that I didn't know I was showing and that she could see.

Then, one night, she turned the television off.

"There's nothing on TV," she said looking over at me. "Wanna play Scrabble?"

Scrabble? We never played Scrabble at night. We only played the game during the day. Does this mean, we won't play tomorrow? Yet, so long as I could spend time with Carol, I didn't care what we did, watched TV or played Scrabble. Only, when I started to assume my regular position on the floor, she stopped me and that was when I realized that Scrabble wasn't the only game she wanted to play.

"Stay where you are. I'll sit on the floor. I don't mind," she said raising her hand, as if it was a mini stop sign. "You're always accommodating me. It's my turn to accommodate you," she said with a smile. She was so much prettier when she smiled. She had nice teeth. "Besides, I'm tired of sitting on the couch, my ass is sore," she said rubbing her ass with a laugh.

When she said that and when she did that, rubbed her ass like that, I imagined her lying on her stomach and lifting her nightgown to expose her buttocks, while I massaged her naked ass. I'd gently, carefully, and thoroughly knead her ass cheeks with my hands, before sliding down to massage her shapely thighs, while taking care not to brush by her pussy.

"Oops, sorry, Carol," I imagined apologizing to her. "I didn't mean to brush by your pussy with the side of my hand. Well, since I touched you there already, between your legs, I may as well explore you a bit deeper to give you a full massage, one that has a happy ending."

"Ah, this is better," she said bringing me back from my fantasy.

When she climbed down from the couch and spread her legs to sit on the floor, with the overhead light on, she gave the best view I ever had between her legs. I saw everything. I saw her pussy, this time, I did, I really did. 

She had a neatly trimmed bush. Hers was the first pussy I ever saw and I wished that I could see it up closer. I mean, I didn't see the whole thing. I didn't even see her lips. I just saw her bush is all. Only, she surprised me by staying in that position, sitting Indian style with her legs open and her nightgown raised just high enough up her thighs to give me a clear and uninterrupted view over the table of her pubic hair.

I didn't immediately realize her motives in sitting on the floor, but after a while, I suspected them. From her lower vantage point on the floor and with me sitting on the chair, she was at the perfect angle to see up my bathrobe. I fixed my bathrobe, pulling it down to just above my knees, but knowing with my knees apart that it didn't matter. My legs were sufficiently open that she had a clear and uninterrupted view of my quickly growing cock. More than once, I caught her looking. More than once, I caught her staring. 

I imagined her hand reaching past the Scrabble tiles and up my bathrobe. I could feel the warmth of her hand surrounding my cock, as she touched me and slowly stroked me. Then, in a fluid movement, she was there kneeling in front of me and in between my legs and pushing my bathrobe aside to stare at the full length of my erection.

"You have such a big cock, Johnny."

"I do?"

"Oh, yes, you do. Your cock is much bigger than your Dad's cock," I imagined her saying. "Did you ever have a blowjob?"

"A blowjob? You mean, when a woman puts my cock in her mouth?"

"Yes. Did anyone ever do that to you?"

"No, never."

"Would you like me to do that to you, now?"

"Yes."

All within an instant, I was imagining all of that. 

Her nipples made an impression in her nightgown and I knew that I was arousing her by flashing her my penis. Only, this is where it began and ended. It had to stop. She was married to my Dad.

The next day, I felt like a heel. I felt that I was cheating on my Dad with his wife, even though I didn't do anything other than to look and have her look at me. Still, it was all very erotic, as much as it was innocent, and as much as it was lustfully wicked. 

It wasn't much longer after that, after I flashed her my cock and she flashed me her my pussy that she left the house on Christmas day never to return. I always wondered if that day had anything to do with her standing there naked, when I opened her bedroom door on Christmas morning, just as I always wondered if that day I exposed my cock to her and she exposed her pussy to me, had anything with her leaving my Dad. 

I always wondered had she stayed, if we would have became lovers. I always wondered, if she loved me as much as I loved her. I guess I'll never know.

Merry Christmas



Exhibitionist



Noelene had always played and sunbathed in the backyard. As she grew older, the playing lessened but the sunbathing continued. Once she turned sixteen, she would sometimes sunbath topless to get rid of tan lines, confident that nobody could her. During the winter of her seventeenth year, a house in the street behind hers built a vertical extension.

Now she was eighteen and it was summer again, and Noelene was contemplating that solitary window that overlooked her yard.

It was several houses away, just a bit too far for anyone to really see if I'm topless or not, she decided. It would still be safe to sunbath.

Noelene continued her old habit of sunbathing and working on her tan lines, but found she was keeping one wary eye on that window. One day as she relaxed, she imagined she saw movement at the window. Keeping one eye on it but not deliberately staring, she quickly realised that there was someone behind the window, and the window was open. She caught the flash of a reflection inside the room, and suspected that someone was probably watching her through binoculars.

She retired inside to consider the situation. Choices? Stop sunbathing? Go around and complain? Ignore the situation? So someone could see her breasts. So what?

Noelene continued to sunbath in an irregular fashion. If the snoop caught her doing it, bad luck, she wasn't hurting anyone and she had nice breasts, if she did say so herself.

It was another week before Noelene was sure she was being watched. She felt irritated at the voyeur, but she wasn't going to let him drive her away. 

Next day she was out there again and, to her annoyance, so was Mr. Snoop.

"OK," she thought, "You want to watch, watch this."

She reached for a bottle of cream and started rubbing it on herself, paying loving attention to her breasts. "Enjoy the show, pervert," she mumbled to herself, "and I hope you cream your pants."

Noelene found that she enjoyed that session more than normal, pleased that she had been showing off and drawing attention to her breasts. She had found the whole episode slightly exciting.

Several times over the next week when Noelene suspected that her watcher was on station, she repeated her actions, preening and presenting herself, apparently totally unaware of the watcher from afar.

One weekend Noelene went just a bit too far, she subsequently admitted to herself. But it was fun, and deliciously exciting. With her parents away for the weekend, she wandered out with a book to enjoy a bit more sun. She read for a while, but while reaching for a drink she noticed a movement at the window.

Noelene had her drink, but left the book down. She reached for the cream and rubbed it in, and then very casually she reached down and slipped off her bikini bottom. She spent a few careful minutes rubbing cream onto the white patches now on display, definitely not wanting to get sunburnt in such a place. 

Finishing using the cream she leant back on her elbows, legs splayed and slightly bent, head tilted back looking up at the sky. "I trust you're getting a good look now, you creep," she sniggered to herself. "Classic case of look but don't touch. If you try to make contact you'll have to admit you're a voyeur." 

After a while Noelene returned to the house, laughing to herself and feeling excited at her own daring. 

Sunday afternoon, with the sun moving into prime sunbathing position for her yard, Noelene had slipped on her bikini and was getting ready to wander outside. That's when the knock on the door came.

Answering, there was a young man there, about twenty. 

"Hi," he said, "I'm Bobby. I believe you're Noelene. I have something of yours," he added, holding up a largish envelope. 

Puzzled, Noelene took the envelope and opened it. An A4 sized photo slid into her hand. She looked at it, white faced. It was as though someone with a camera had been standing right next to her while she was lying on the grass nude. Her legs were spread as though waiting for a lover and she appeared to be smiling directly at the camera.

"I've sometimes seen you sunbathing in the yard," Bobby said blandly. "You have sensational breasts, you know," looking thoughtfully at them.

"Normally I just admire you, but when you pulled this little stunt yesterday I just had to take a shot. Came out quite well, didn't it?"

Noelene just stared at him stunned. Bobby's smile got wider. "I thought I might put this on the internet on the girls next door site," he observed.

Noelene turned even whiter at that little gem. "You wouldn't".

Bobby smiled. "Why not? What's in it for me?"

Noelene was flummoxed. "What do I say? What do I do?"

"Why don't you invite me in," suggested Bobby.

Noelene slowly backed up, letting Bobby enter. 

"Are your parent home?" he asked. "I thought they might like to see this before I post it."

Noelene shook her head, feeling that she might faint. Bobby nodded and contemplated her. 

"You know, you've been teasing me with those for a month now," he said, nodding to her breasts. "I think you should drop the top and let me see them up close and personal."

Moving like an automaton, Noelene reached up and unhooked her top, letting it drop off. 

Bobby nodded appreciatively. "They are really quite marvellous," he said, reaching out and lightly touching them.

"Now, since you've graduated to showing me more," he said looking first at the photo and then at her bikini bottom, "don't you think..." his voice trailed off suggestively.

Noelene's hand reached for her bathers and then froze, clutching them.

"I can't," she whispered.

"That's OK," came the gentle reply. "I'll do it for you this time."

Noelene stood still in horror, as Bobby reached down, gently plucked the bathers from her clutching fingers and then slid them down, tapping her ankle to remind her to step out of them.

Noelene stood like a statue, nude, wanting to hide behind her hands, wanting to run, but strangely excited to be standing there with this stranger admiring her naked body. 

"Very nice," Bobby told her. "Now we're getting somewhere. You've been a very naughty girl with your teasing, haven't you?"

Noelene blushed even harder, not knowing what to say. All she could really think of was that she was naked and that this man liked her body and it was exciting.

Bobby reached over and ran a finger from her right nipple down until he gently pushed it between her thighs. She could feel it brushing against her slit and fire ran through her.

From the shock on her face and the involuntary reactions, Bobby guessed that Noelene was still virginal. He decided to tax her with it.

"You're a virgin, and you don't really know what you're playing at, do you?" he said.

"Yes?" he prompted when Noelene failed to answer.

Noelene reluctantly nodded.

"What would your father do if I gave him this picture?"

Noelene looked down. "Probably beat me and ground me for life," she muttered.

There was a laugh. "Spanking you seems like a good idea, but I wouldn't want you grounded. I think I'd like to go out with you sometime."

Noelene tried to give him a 'not in this lifetime' look, but Bobby seem only amused by it.

He dipped into his pocket and took out an SD card. 

"The only images I have of your pretty body are the photo you have and this card," Bobby told her. "You won't need to bother about them going on the internet. I'm going to let you have three things, that photo, this card, and the spanking your father is not here to give you."

Noelene's hand crept around to her bottom protectively, looking shocked.

Bobby took the photo from her hand and tossed it on the hall table. He also tossed the SD card down on top of it.

"Now where do I take you for your spanking," he asked. "Into the kitchen so I can sit on a kitchen chair, or into the lounge so I can sit on the couch?" 

While Noelene hesitated, wondering if there was a way out or an option that wasn't equally as bad, Bobby made another offer.

"If you really don't want a spanking, I can always relieve you of your virginity," he said, tongue in cheek, and received a serious shock when he saw her seriously considering the offer.

Noelene was oh, so tempted, but she didn't know him, and she just couldn't. She sighed. 

"The kitchen is this way," she said forlornly, heading towards it.

Bobby found he was disappointed, but not sure what he'd have done if she'd taken up his casual offer of deflowering her. He made up his mind to get better acquainted so that he could renew that offer a little further down the line.

Noelene stopped at the kitchen door, looking back. "My bathers," she muttered.

Bobby shook his head. "Don't worry about them right now," he told her calmly. "You're going to a spanking, not the beach."

Noelene bent her head and led Bobby into the kitchen, where Bobby reached for a chair, pulled it away from the table, turned and sat on it. He held out his hand for Noelene to come over.

As Noelene approached, she suddenly started to realise the difference between a spanking she might get off her father and one from Bobby. Little thoughts started flitting through her mind.

"I'm naked and I'm going to be spanked by a man who is not my father. I have no clothes on and he's been looking at me and he touched me."

She felt funny feelings curling through her tummy. At least, she told herself firmly that they were in her tummy. As she went to bend over Bobby's knee her mind started racing again.

"I'm naked. He only saw my front before but when I bend over he's going to look between my legs and he'll see everything. He's going to spank my bottom and it's naked." 

Noelene was finding herself feeling strangely hot, and nervous as Bobby adjusted her position across his knee.

"What are you doing," she protested, feeling his hand close over her breast.

"Just holding you in position comfortably," she was blandly informed.

"Shouldn't you be doing that with your hand on my back," Noelene almost wailed.

"Oh, no, I don't think so. As long as you remain in my hand like this there we'll both know you're in the right position."

Noelene strongly suspected this logic was faulty, but found face down, bottom up, wasn't a good position to try to argue. Besides, that hand clasping her breast felt strangely comforting, unlike the hand resting on her bottom, particularly at that specific point. That hand felt downright threatening. She squeezed her legs a bit tighter together, hoping she was at least hiding something.

"Now," said Bobby, "You stepped a little over the line when you stripped off while knowing someone was watching, didn't you."

Noelene squirmed a little, felt her breast rub against Bobby's hand and froze. Dumbly she nodded, and a hard spank came down upon her bottom.

Noelene squealed and jerked, but didn't try to move away. Bobby nodded in satisfaction. "I'll keep this short," he told her. "More of a general warning, than anything else."

With this he proceeded to deliver the spanking, spreading half a dozen hard spanks on each pretty cheek, turning Noelene's bottom a light flushed red. Noelene yelped with each spank, but resolutely stayed still until it was finished. What she failed to notice was that with each spank, her legs drifted slightly apart, her body trying to entice the man who was controlling her.

Admiring the view, Bobby saw no reason to enlighten her on this point. With the short spanking finished, he rested his hand casually on her bottom.

"I trust you will learn something from this," he told her, sounding rather autocratic. "I don't mind you sunning yourself topless in the privacy of your own yard and I'm sure your parents don't either, but full nudity is a bit much when someone is watching."

Noelene's face was burning, along with her temper, her bottom and that odd heat inside her pussy. She managed to refrain from saying anything at these patronising remarks, but her eyes snapped wide open and her heat levels increased dramatically when Bobby continued.

Sliding his hand around the curve of Noelene's bottom and between her unknowingly parted thighs, Bobby cupped Noelene's mound and squeezed. 

"I don't expect to see this on display unless I've personally removed your bikini," she was told, "which I hope to do again, sometime soon."

With a strangled gasp Noelene pushed herself to her feet and away from that monster who dared to touch her like that. Glancing down she half expected to see a handprint on her breast, knowing there were a number of red ones on her bottom, and sure she could still feel one touching her where it shouldn't.

"You can leave now," she choked out. "I just won't sunbath any more in the yard. Go away."

"Don't let me put you off," she was told with a gentle smile. "Bathers if you're feeling cold, topless if you're feeling bold."

She walked beside him as he headed towards the front door, determined to make sure he really left. Bobby glanced down at her and smiled.

"You may want to put your bathers back on before you open the door for me," he suggested.

Noelene's face flamed again. Somehow it had just felt natural to be walking naked next to him. She hastily snatched up her bathers and put them on, then watched as Bobby waved and departed.

Noelene looked at the picture. She was about to tear it into little pieces when she stopped and looked again. It really was an excellent photo of her. She decided she'd just take that and hide it among her private things.

While in her bedroom, she considered the SD card, and then slipped it into her own camera. There were two images on it she saw. The first she immediately deleted. The second seemed to be writing.

She enlarged it slightly, trying to read it.

'Noelene, if you're reading this you'll know you have to get ready for our date at 6 tonight -- Bobby'.

Noelene sat down hard on the bed, and then jumped up with a yelp, rubbing her bottom. What to do? Should she ignore the note, get ready to go out on a date with that animal, or just go outside and sunbath for a while, NAKED.



Exhibitionist Adventure



A Night to Remember (100% true)

Over the last several weeks we hadn't had a lot of private time together and decided we needed a night away to let loose and enjoy each other. Our little getaways always tend to get very hot and sex-charged and we normally push the envelope of sensibility for two mature adults (we are both in our 40's). Ever since the B&B incident when we left behind one pissed off entrepreneur and a neighbor that won't soon forget our visit we try to make sure one of us isn't too far gone to keep us in line. 

We wanted to spend a night in the city and after reviewing several hotels we decided on a nice chain hotel in the heart of downtown that had all the amenities we were looking for. A nice restaurant and lounge where I (and the rest of the patrons) could enjoy the sight of my gorgeous wife in the new sexy, skimpy outfits I purchased for her. The hotel also had an executive lounge where we could enjoy some drinks and hors d'oeuvres in the evening and an adult only swimming pool that was open until midnight. A nice opportunity to test out the new thong bikini we purchased for our upcoming vacation! 

During the car ride I pulled out some of our erotic stories about exhibitionism, voyeurism and fingering by strangers for her to read. Some she read to herself and some she read aloud. While silently reading I could notice out of the corner of my eye slight movement of her legs and barely audible sounds of appreciation...."mmm"! She was now dripping wet and horny as hell from reading the stories where she was, in her mind, transported into the body of the patient whose sponge bath led to her being fingered to an orgasm and the lady who exposed her shaved pussy to the saleslady who expertly treated her to another mind blowing orgasm from a stranger.

In the stop and go traffic on the highway just outside the city she pulled her jeans and panties down to just above her knees, grabbed the finger vibe from her purse and began to slide vibe over her clit and plunge it into her wet pussy. At this point I had my jeans undone and she was stroking my hard cock up to the point where she brought herself to her own orgasm. Time to calm down as we're entering the city! 

We parked at the hotel and made our way to reception to check in. Our room wasn't ready yet so we were directed to the executive lounge to wait until our room was clean. To pass the time we, of course, read more stories and polished off one of the bottles of champagne that we brought. This of course brought us right back to the extremely horny state we were in just prior to our arrival. Her foot was in my lap and I was pressing it into my hard on while she continued to read the very erotic stories I picked out for her. We're not sure if the hostess or any of the other guests noticed what we were up to but we didn't care.

After about an hour we were approached in the lounge and given our room keys. We got to our room, unpacked, opened the other bottle of champagne and talked about dinner plans. We were both getting hungry so we decided to get ready and head downstairs to the restaurant in the hotel right away. We put on some tunes and started to get ready. I was on the balcony having a smoke and watching her put on her stay ups and thong. This was getting me even hornier than I was before and I was hard as a rock when I came back in to get ready myself. By this time she had on her new dress that looked absolutely stunning and over the top sexy. As the top was so revealing she could not wear a bra and she had to change her thong because the skirt portion was so tight is showed panty lines. I finished changing and just sat and watched her move about the room mesmerized at how sexy and beautiful she looked. It was now time to go eat and show off my sexy lover to those lucky enough to be in our path.

As we walked down the hall to the elevator and through the lobby to the restaurant I was so proud of how beautiful and smoking hot my wife looked. I was dying to turn around and watch the reactions from the men in the hotel lobby as we made our way to the restaurant. This poor teenager was walking our way and he couldn't take his eyes off my wife's tits as we walked his way. With her wearing this extremely low cut, loose fitting top style of the dress with the possibility of one her perfect nipples falling into sight a distinct possibility, neither could I! 

We had great service at the bar and at our table. A smooth bartender served us while we were waiting for our table and two very attentive waiters, one of which was gay for sure (probably both) took care of our table. I moved from my chair and sat beside her on our table's portion of the large, wrap around type bench that provided seating for several tables. There was one large party with about 10 girls and a man and women, obviously not a couple, two tables down from us in sight. We were by no means secluded yet felt like we had our privacy at the same time. During dinner I couldn't take my eyes off her and was still horny as hell. I "accidentally" pulled the dress off her shoulder while removing my arm from being wrapped around her revealing her right breast. She gave me that "hey you!" look. Yet she seemed to be in no hurry as she slowly pulled the dress back up to cover tit again. I was continually rubbing her legs and because the skirt portion of her dress was so short the tops of her stockings were peeking out the bottom the dress. This was too much for me and I had to get my hand down there and find out if she was as wet as I was hard. She was! I saw the waiter coming and left my hand between my wife's legs pressed up against her pussy and I chatted with the waiter. At first glance it may have looked like I just had my hand on her thigh but the slightest attentive look would reveal where my hand was (and probably her panties too). The waiter was excellent and didn't skip a beat.

She was feeling sexy in her skimpy dress, no bra, stockings and high heels and we always seem to get really horny when we drink champagne. By time we had finished dinner (me with a constant hard on and her with the revealing dress, exposed tit and having me grinding my hand into her pussy) we were both fully charged. As we were leaving the restaurant she told me that her friend, a swinger, told her about a club nearby where couples could go and be watched fucking each other and watch other people fuck. We are not interested in swinging or adding a third person to our sex life but I almost lost it when she mentioned this. We were now telling each other what we would do to each and if we would like being fucked while strangers would watch. We were crazy horny now. The idea of having people watch us fuck just about made me explode.

There were 3 guys outside the elevator talking when we got off on our floor. I was fingering her on the elevator and by the time we got to our floor her dress has risen up fully revealing her entire stockings and about 2 inches of her ass. Our room was at the far end of the long hallway and loved it as the guys watched her sexy ass walk the entire length. She looked over her shoulder just after we passed and saw the one guy checking out her ass and when we got to the end of the hall (I walked passed our room to give them a longer view of her ass) I turned around to see them all still watching. We went into the stairwell where I removed her thong and gave her a little lick before lowering her dress back down just low enough to show the bottom of her pussy peeking out the bottom. We returned to our room to plan the rest of our night!

We turned on the laptop to search for the next stop on our spontaneous, wild night out. She was bent over the couch surfing the web as I licked her ass and eventually fucked her from behind. And after some searching we eventually found the name of the club. We recorded the address, took one last swig of the champagne and quickly left to room before we changed our minds! She was still so wet and we left the panties behind so there was nothing to restrain the moisture and I was so hard it almost hurt. We caught a cab at the hotel to take us to the club. She sat spread eagled in the back seat and my finger easily slid into her wet pussy. She was so wet that when the cab stopped for a red light you could hear the sloshing from my finger fucking. She tapped my hand to stop. She stayed spread-eagled as I slowed down to just rubbing her clit and sliding my middle finger slowly in and out of her sopping wet pussy.

We arrived at our destination and as I helped her out of the cab she spread her legs wide as she stepped out treating to the sight of her glistening pussy as it was lit up by the streetlights. We asked about the layout of the club, paid our cover charge and headed inside no knowing what to expect. It was explained to us that there were two sections, a regular bar downstairs and the more "free" section upstairs that opened at 11:30, about a half of an hour wait. So we ordered a beer and sat at the bar and sipped away waiting for the upstairs section to open. The "regular" section of the bar had a cage with women dancing inside and several couches and chairs that were slowly filling up. 

We almost had too much time to think about what we were about to do and almost left. As anxious as we may have been I was kept totally horny by the sight of my sexy wife sitting on the bar stool opposite me. Knowing what turns me on she very discretely spreads her legs to flash me her pussy again taking my breath away. There were several people around us at this point but that didn't stop me from running my finger over her nipples and eventually sliding the top of her dress to the side exposing her tit allowing me to stroke and pinch her perfect nipple. 

We eventually got to ok to head upstairs so we head up not knowing what the hell to expect. All we knew was that we were horny and wanted to fuck. The employee escorting us got an eyeful of her pussy up her micro dress as he was right behind her going up the stairs and the dress had risen up to expose the bottom part of her ass. We signed in at the top of the stairs and were given a locker and key. We headed into the locker room, stripped down and wrapped the towel around us. She left on her stockings and heels, the sexiest sight ever! 

We were the first people there so we grabbed a shot each (we needed a shot at this point), headed into the lounge area, grabbed a couch, got naked and laid the towels on the couch for us to lay down on. At this point we had the place to ourselves so there was no hesitation getting started. I immediately started into chewing on her pussy. We moved from me eating her out to her sucking me off as people trickled in and strolled by our couch. As unbelievable as this was the awareness and realization that total strangers were inches away as we were naked and pleasuring each other would only drift in and out of our thoughts. When I was not completely entranced in the pleasure of my cock being perfectly licked, sucked and stroked I would move my eyes and watch the people pass by. I would imagine the spectacular view the people would have of her pussy and ass as they approached us from the far end of the bar with her head bobbing up and down as sucked my cock.

As the room was beginning to fill we both noticed another couple on a couch across from us in a large sectional group-couch area watching us. They both still had their towels on but she was jerking him off under his towel as they watched us. We think they may have been waiting for a signal inviting them to join us. Another couple was at the other end of the sectional couch and they were already into it when we noticed them. They were both naked and they seemed to be of the same frame of mind as us as I first noticed her sucking him off, then her feet were in the air over his shoulders with face buried in her pussy and then we could see his bare ass slowly pumping in and out of her. 

As much as I hated to get up I had to use the visit the washroom. To make sure we didn't calm down I suggested she continue playing with herself while I was gone. When I returned and rounded the corner to our bed there she was laying on her back rubbing her clit. Oh my god what a sight! This drives me wild anytime, anywhere but to see her doing this in the middle of a bar full of people that was too much. It was time to make my woman cum and cum hard. I sat on my knees for a moment as she was on her back with her legs slightly spread open awaiting my mouth and tongue. I was admiring how sexy she was in the dim light of the room and enjoying the fact that the men and women who were walking by us at that moment were enjoying the same sight that I was. 

I started with my tongue running back and forth, side to side then applied more pressure with my tongue as I swirled it directly onto her clit. I slid my index finger into her pussy massaging her G-spot then inserted a second. It didn't take long before her body language told me she was close to coming. I heard people standing right beside us talking as she began to moan before coming for the first time in front of a room full of strangers. Shortly after her breathing returned to normal I climbed on top of her and entered her slowly before picking up the pace to a steady fuck, not violently wild, just a nice steady fuck. So here we are now, for the first time as well, completely naked fucking on bed/couch as strangers filled the room and walked by so close that we could feel breeze on our legs as the passed. 

I alternated from fucking her to fingering her. There were people walking by and watching again as I sat back on my knees using two fingers to work her pussy. It was time for her to come again, this time with me inside her. After climbing on top of her and sliding my cock easily into her wet pussy I straddled her forcing them together. I slowly began to slide deep inside and pulling back almost all of the way so the full length of my cock was pleasuring her. At the same time I was applying pressure with my pelvis onto her clit bringing her closer and closer to her next orgasm. I love this position because almost all of our naked bodies are in contact with each other and my ears are close to her face allowing me feel her breath quicken and hear her moans as she cums. It was another fantastic orgasm as I felt the contractions on my cock from the last few twitches almost made me come. 

We had no concept of time as we carried on our exhibitionist display of hot, passionate sex. I took a rare look around the room to notice that there were a lot more people beginning to fill the darkened room we were in. I went back to pleasuring my woman with my tongue. As I was eating her out two girls stopped, watched and commented on how hot she was. I didn't see them but she described them as both wearing stockings and having their arms around each other. I wonder how close they were to asking me if they could take my place. Shortly after this I climbed on top and began fucking her again. There was a couple standing right beside our bed surely watching me slowly fuck my wife. It didn't take long before I felt the explosion coming so I pulled out, got up on my knees and blew my load on her chin and chest. I collapsed on her and the thought immediately filled my head, "I just jerked off on my wife's tits as these strangers stood right beside us watching". 

We stayed like this for a few minutes before we stood up, cleaned ourselves up a bit and headed towards the locker. I was too buzzed (from booze and arousal) to take in details of the room as we were passing through. The room became brighter as we passed the bar and approached the locker. My god my wife still looked so fucking sexy with the towel wrapped around her chest with her long, beautiful stocking covered legs and high heels taking her confidently across the room.

As we entered the lit portion near the front door we passed a woman with her tits out and bouncing like crazy as she proudly bounded down the aisle. As exhausted and somewhat freaked out as we were this brought a chuckle to both of us. "Have a good night!" 

There were several people at the front checking in as we stopped to get the key to our locker wearing nothing but our towels, (stockings and heels), sweat and smiles. We picked up the key and headed into the very bright locker room. It's packed with people getting undressed or leaving wearing their towels. As I'm trying to find space in the crowd to open our locker I hear her say "Sorry, I'm in your way". I look up and there she stands nonchalantly talking to this well-dressed guy completely naked except for her stockings and heels. "No problem!" he says. No shit buddy! We're sure he noticed the little bit of cum that was still on her chest as he checked out at her tits. Oops! We got dressed and made our way out of the bar but not before she noticed the giant guy (about 7 feet tall) from the bar in the locker room and, unfortunately, he didn't have matching equipment!

We were pretty spent when we caught a cab and left for the hotel. Other than my playing with her pussy again on the cab right back we were pretty much done for the night. I had no money for the cab and had to hit the ATM in the hotel! We got up to our room and realized that I had lost my room key at the club! We were let inside our room by security but I had to show photo ID when we got there. Thank god I hadn't lost my wallet too. The security guard left the room and we just looked at each other, laughed and said "Holy Shit, can you believe what we just did!!!"

What a night! Needless to say we had great sex the next morning to start our day.



Exhibitionist Behaviour



I have been asked by one of my e mail friends from Lite, to recount a couple of episodes of me having fun outdoors.

Over the years I have had sex or enjoyed some fooling around on many occasions outside. 

On beaches, in parks and woods and also whilst out shopping or traveling on buses, trains etc.

The two times I am going to tell you about happened a period apart.

The first one, involving me finger fucking myself on a bus was when I was with Eric. The second one happened more recently when out and about with Frank.

I had been at college all day and on getting back to Eric's flat (this was the same one we teased the builders in, before we moved to our own larger house), he suggested we take a little trip out.

He had been getting himself worked up all day watching some porno videos and reading some magazines (Fiesta and Escort where the ones he used to like us reading together.)

A quick shower later and he had laid out the clothes he wanted me to go out in. He used to love seeing me dressed provocatively, which often meant wearing very little!

This day he had chosen: a pair of white high heels, a very short, white mini skirt, a tiger striped, patterned vest top and a gold anklet for around my ankle.

He insisted I wear no bra and only see through white panties. I put my hair into bunches and admired myself in the bathroom mirror, at 19 I had a good figure (even though I do say so myself!) They were the days!

I was heavily aroused already and we had enjoyed a good kissing session and a bit of heavy petting whilst we both got ready.

Eric had worn a pair of light canvas chino style trousers, with no underpants as he wanted to me to be able to get access to his cock if needed during our outing. My nipples were already stiffening and my cunny had the usual drip of juice as I anticipated my bit of teasing fun.

After a short while I was clip clopping my way up the street with Eric, he paid me compliments as my tit's swayed in the vest top, and my bare legs drew attention from passers by.

A couple from the same street approached us, a guy in his 40s and his wife. He was always very friendly but she often just leered at me and gave me disapproving looks. On getting close Eric said hello and the guys (Craig I think he was called) stopped and spoke.

His wife simply looked me up and down and I could sense her disapproval immediately. To flaunt myself like this always turns me on and to have a wife tutting away to herself also wickedly got me going.

I flirted like mad as I stood, twirling my hair and kicking my heels, making sure I was drawing attention to my bare legs and the shortness of my mini skirt. My titties were obviously straining against my tight vest top and Brian and anyone one else could not fail to see my poker hard nipples on full display. As I stood and Eric passed the time of day, asking how their daughter was, how their holiday had been, I could sense Brian ogling me out of the corner of my eyes.

As I moved my legs, the anklet on my right leg dangled and swung. I bent down to make sure it was fastened correctly, as I did so Eric explained it was a little gift from him to me for our 6 month anniversary. (I still have it to this day.)

As I bent over my tits would have been clearly visible down my top and I could again feel Suzy (Craig's wife) disapproving attitude. No wonder!

I was brazenly flaunting myself in front of her husband, giving him a leg and tit show and I was fucking loving it.

Craig said the anklet was very pretty at which point Suzy virtually dragged him away making an excuse to leave us. I could hear him being torn a strip off by her as they walked on down the road.

"You dirty bitch!" Eric said to me as they disappeared from ear shot.

I laughed saying I bet he was gonna cop an earful when he got in. Eric said it would have been worth it as he had definitely copped an eyeful of tit and leg!

I told Eric I wanted this guy in the future, the thought of having him behind his snooty wife's back was something I wanted to enjoy, and that is another story as they say!

We strolled on and soon found our way to the bus stop where we were going onto a bus taking us out into a nearby country area. Eric planned on a bit of teasing fun on the bus and promised me a nice meal if I made it a special journey.

We got on the bus that would take us out into the countryside, it was virtually empty as we got and we made our way to the back, me clip clopping in my tarty high heels and wiggling in my mini skirt as I did so.

It was the start of a fairly long bus journey. We settled down, me in a window seat at the back and Eric a couple of seats away. From this point he could watch me open my legs, spread my pussy lips, dip a finger up my wet fanny and generally act the brazen slut for him. I posed and got into varying positions whilst he watched on. I had my legs wide, my knickers pulled to the side, my legs dangling over the seats so he could get a good view of my tanned legs and my anklet glistening as I displayed myself for him.

My legs were quite well tanned from days on the beach in the summer and I amused myself crossing my legs and watching the light skirt ride up slightly, exposing more of my tanned thigh.

I was getting very turned on. I squeezed my thighs harder, without really thinking about it and my skirt inched up just a little further.

"My God, Eric — this is getting me quite hot!" I laughed as I whispered to my filthy senior lover. At this point a guy got on at a nearby stop and as he got on he spotted me alone at the back and came right up and sat beside me!

I instinctively made myself semi decent, but the outfit I was wearing didn't really cover much anyway and as the bus carried on I could sense him looking at me, his eyes savouring my legs and tits in my top.

After a short while he spoke asking where I was going etc. I had thought Eric may have came over to interject but no, the randy sod just sat still and kept a few glances across every now and then to see what was going on.

It soon became evident this guy was chatting me up!

My inner slut took over and I began flirting with him. My nips stiffened as we chatted and I made sure he was getting a really good look at my legs. The small talk soon turned to heavy flirting and compliments.

"I like your ankle bracelet," he commented.

"Thanks," I replied. "My boyfriend got me it."

As I talked I hooked my leg out to let him get a good look at the bracelet and of course at my fully exposed bare leg too.

"Gorgeous," he said. "And I mean not just the bracelet!"

I giggled and he commented on how sexy they were and how a lot of guys found heels and anklets quite provocative.

I thanked him and was now in full flirt mode. Hair twirling, eye lid batting, shoe dangling: all the tricks that get you guys going.

I felt a tingling in my nips now and looked down at my boobs. I could just make them out now, stiffening slightly against the brief material of my top. "Oh you're getting me turned on!" I blatantly said to him after a few seconds. "Look, you can even see these are waking up," I laughed, pointing at my nipples.

His eyes went to them and he chuckled again, not able to look away for a moment. "You're right," he murmured, "You can clearly see the little bumps now."

His eyes lingered a little and he directly said, "You've got lovely tits haven't you."

I looked openly now and he was right — there were two little bumps just visible. I chuckled, "You're right," and almost without thinking, I reached across and ran my fingers across his crotch area!

He jumped and I thought I'd gone too far.

"Oh, sorry," I laughed, "It was just instinctive."

His face was burning, "It's OK, I didn't mean to seem scared," he replied, still looking awkward. "It was rather nice really! And I think you've woken it up even more now!"

I couldn't believe how excited this was getting me. My nips were really tingly now, and that wasn't all! I just had to get a bit more direct pressure on my pussy — squeezing my thighs just wasn't doing enough any more. 

I uncrossed my legs, the skirt now lying high across my thighs and pressed my left hand down into my lap. The man chuckled, "Are you getting horny Anna? You'd better be careful or that will start to look a bit obvious!" and he looked meaningfully down at my lap.

I laughed, "You're right, it's got me really going talking to you like this. I think I might just lay this magazine across my lap — might help to hide it a bit!"

"Well, you've got me going too," he chuckled. "Especially touching me like that. It sort of sent a shiver right through me — I guess you know where that shiver went down to! I wouldn't mind if you did it again!"

He was now openly asking me to stroke his cock again. My fingers under the mag pressed up under my skirt and found a pair of very warm, very damp, panties. I trembled, my tits feeling tight and tingly. "I'd love to," I whispered, "but I hope you'll return the favour!"

"Of course!" he said, "I've been dying to but didn't have the nerve!"

"We'd better be careful though — don't want to shock anyone!" I said and glanced around to check no-one was watching.

Apart from Eric who was sat with a knowing grin across his face.

Then I leaned across and pretended to whisper in his ear. What I actually did was to give it a little kiss as I quickly ran my fingers over first his crotch and then stuck my tongue in his ear. He gasped with pleasure, quickly suppressing it as soon as he realised, but I could feel his cock respond, pushing instinctively out against my hand, hardening as I rubbed it gently.

I pulled away after a few moments, but not before the mag had slid off my lap, exposing the crotch of my panties and my fingers against it. This time it was my turn to go red with embarrassment, even though he knew what I was doing — and no-one else was looking, save Eric catching sneaky glances.

He grinned at me, openly looking down at my hand and muttering, "Oh my God, I've got to do that! But first, it's my turn now!" and he leaned across and repeated exactly what I'd done to him, but to me — kissing my ear and running his fingers over my already taut tits and stiff nips.

I tried hard to suppress a groan of pleasure, but it was very difficult.

My whole body was shaking now with arousal and I found myself parting my legs further to allow him access to my sheer panties.

The arousal gave me a new level of boldness, and I leaned across to him again and this time really did whisper in his ear. At the same time, I slid a hand quickly up his firm thigh and homed in on a very hard cock.

He squirmed, but with pleasure. I whispered, "I can't take this any more. Do you fancy frigging me off!"

He pushed his manhood harder against my hand and stammered, "Yes, please — I'd love to."

"Fuck you have got me so horny. I really do need to get off — and I'd really love to do it with you. Is that OK?" I whispered in his ear again.

He squeezed me harder,"Yes, yes, yes please!" he murmured. "I really love masturbating but I've never even thought about anything like this before. But I couldn't believe how good it felt when you touched me there. It was like an electric shock ran through me! I love it when I do that, but your touch was something else!"

I laughed with relief, with passion, and with sheer pleasure. "Snog me, then. I'd love to feel your tongue on mine!"

He didn't say anything, just looked up into my eyes and planted his open lips on mine. A powerful tingle shot through me and I clasped him tightly, aware now that we were both so turned on.

I openly kissed his lips with my tongue and he eagerly let it in. In moments we were panting with the excitement of the kiss, the feel of our writhing tongues and sensitivity of our lips sending tremor after tremor through our bodies. We swayed from side to side as the bus trundled on, struggling to keep our control.

After a few moments, I pressed my cunt hard against his hand and told him to get some fingers inside my panties and up me. The slight pressure of his firm fingers against my pussy made me almost squeal with pleasure. And as I did, I felt his prick push forward against my hand as I rubbed him, a deep satisfied moan coming from his mouth.

I slid my hand down his trousers, unbuckling his belt and partially unzipping his flies and found a big hard cock bulging in his pants.I squeezed it, and slowly began to wank it encouraging him to finger me at the same time.

"Oh my God, Anna! Oh yes! Oh my God!" he moaned. Our lips had broken apart, unable to hold the kiss as our breathing turned to panting. This man had transformed from the gentle shy guy who'd first sat tentatively down beside me, to one who was overcome with lust!

And I really wanted to make it good for him now, as well as getting off myself of course — I was just as keen as he was for that!

After a few minutes of thrusting fingers up me, my gash slopping and juicing, and me wanking his prick as best I could with my hands down his trousers it was obvious we both needed to cum.

We broke apart, panting heavily. I looked hungrily into his eyes and asked.

"Do you want me to wank you off? Or do you wanna wank watching me finger myself off?"

I noticed his face was glowing with sweat. "Oh fuck I am so close to spunking up already!" he said to me. "Go on you finger yourself and I will spunk up as I watch."

I smiled and said of course, I was so fucking turned on, steam was practically rising from my bald cunt.

I reached down with my other hand and slid it eagerly up under my skirt, quickly finding my warm, damp panties. I moved my legs slightly further apart encouragingly and I rubbed my fingers over the tight material covering my pussy. I couldn't wait to go further and quickly eased them to one side and found my smooth hairless pussy beneath.

I grunted, jerking two fingers up my sopping fucking cunt.

The two little puffy lips were hot and sticky and my fingers slid easily between them, sliding up and down. I groaned again, pushing my hips hard forward, wanting more. Our breathing was fast and ragged now, his body shaking with more than just the bus movements.

Suddenly he shuddered violently, gasping with emotion, as he had obviously began to spunk up in his trousers. "Ohhhh yessss!" he groaned, "But please don't you stop!"

My fingers pressed harder, slipping further between the lips. I rubbed over them, between them, back and forth, up and down, and I simply was getting wilder and wilder, building up to my first orgasm.

I sought out my little clit. The button was quite positive, hot and swollen. I stroked around it and then pressed hard against it. My fingers were just a blur now, a blur fucking my cunt fast and furiously. My panties were now sodden and pulled fully to the side as I frantically fucked my young quim to a breathless orgasm.

I shivered with pleasure.

He forced two of his fingers up my spread cunt and I wantonly urged him to finish me off.

"Go on, fuck it hard!" I quietly muttered. "Fuck it. Fuck it hard!"

Immediately my orgasm began and juice squirted from my pussy onto his hand, and onto my fingers which had mingled with his up my twat, the spray flew onto the seat as my frothy cunt juice leaked from me.

We both looked at each other as he withdrew his fingers from up me. We smiled at each other and as he withdrew his fingers from my sloppy cunt and the hand still down his pants I told him I would clean them up for him.

He then eagerly fed me his sticky coated fingers, first the two from up my pussy and I licked and suckled my juices from off his digits.

He then presented me with his spunk coated fingers, a stray pube was attached to the slimy mess. He picked it out and placed it on the seat. "A present for the next person," he chuckled.

As I sucked on his goo covered fingers Eric came over.

The look of amazement on the guys face was a picture. Eric sat beside us and then planted a kiss on my cheek.

"This is my boyfriend," I said.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry," the guy blurted out.

We quickly put his mind at ease as Eric explained how he loved to see me being a slut and how he had enjoyed the show.

We chatted for ages and agreed to meet the guy again, for more fun another time. Eric took his phone number and he was the one to organise some fun and frolics with him again. That was a fun time I will relate at another opportunity, a fun night of fucking and sucking at this guys country house with him and his widowed uncle.

For the rest of the journey the guy stayed with us as we chatted and I teased them some more with flashes of my knickers, cunt lips and it culminated in me taking Eric's cock out and furiously wanking him off.

He spunked up all over my hand, which I eagerly licked up as the guy watched on. Eric and I got off the bus in a little village and had a great meal in a local pub, me being a tease again until we got a taxi home later and we fucked like bunnies that night when we got home.

The second occasion relates to fun Frank and I had whilst out shopping.

I have told you all about the time at the sex store when I was paraded and flaunted in front of the shopkeeper and a customer. We did return to the store and things went a little further on the next occasion.

I had dressed in the same clothes as before:

I was dressed in a black pencil skirt, short enough to be interesting but not mini skirt length. I wore no knickers, a pair of black, silk seamed stockings, black high heels and a low cut pale blue blouse with a push up three quarter style bra.

Frank drove to the store, urging me on with dirty talk all the way. I was playing with my cunny for a large part of the journey and was well revved up by the time we arrived and parked about 200 yards from the entrance. 

The walk to the store was fucking amazing! I loved being out dressed so sexily again, clacking my way in my heels and my pussy leaking juice due to my high arousal state. I loved it as I was ogled by three men who passed by, one who had just come out of the store, and who instantly turned around and came back in after us!

Once inside we wandered around the top section looking at toys and lingerie and again two men followed us around, the guy who had came back in and a guy already in there.

I made sure they saw plenty of me, bending over to show my ass, and making sure they could hear me talk about the 'massive vibrators' and 'sexy outfits.'

We then made our way down to the DVD part downstairs and the same assistant as last time was present when we got down there.

Frank sidled over and began chatting as I walked around looking at DVD's for us to buy and at the same time making sure both Frank and the assistant were getting a good eyeful of my ass, legs and tits as I bent over.

As I lent over, sticking my arse in the air, I heard footsteps coming down to the basement area and one of the two guys from upstairs had joined us. His first sight on entering the room would have been me bent over, my skirt pulled tight across my arse, slightly riding up to show a bit of leg, and the split at the side of my skirt giving him a hint of stocking top.

I was looking at a DVD of big black guys who were fucking white wives: Omars interracial UK housewives or something like that.

The guy edged over to me and peered at the DVD cover I was holding. I smiled at him and he nervously looked away. This was the guy who had followed us back into the store earlier.

"Bloody massive aren't they?" I said.

He looked at me then replied. "Pardon?" he almost stuttered the word.

"I said they're fucking big aren't they!" I replied, nodding to the guys on the cover of the DVD and this time using the 'f' word for effect.

"Oh,oh yes," he stuttered again. Not knowing how to respond clearly. He blushed as I looked at him directly.




Exhibitionist Behaviour



"Nothing like a big cock!" I dirtily said to him.

I could see Frank and the assistant chatting away and looking over. They both laughed and I heard the words 'are you sure she would be game?'

Frank then called over to me.

"Anna. Stop teasing that poor bloke and come hear for a minute love. Simon wants to ask something."

I walked across to the counter still carrying the DVD I had been looking at.

I could again sense the guys eyes looking at my ass as I walked away from him, so I did my best wiggle to ensure he knew I was really teasing him.

Once over beside Frank and the assistant (Simon) I asked what they wanted.

"Simon has said he will give us a private showing of the DVD's you like if you want."

"Oh really," I said in reply, leaning against the counter and pushing my tits out as I did so.

"That would be really kind of you Simon. But I thought you couldn't show them?"

He then explained he would shut the shop early for lunch if we wanted and send his assistant from upstairs out for an hour.

"So everyone else will need to leave?" I said rather disappointed.

"Well yeah, unless you wanted them to stay and they would keep quiet about it," he replied.

With this I turned to the man standing at the other side of the room and asked him to join us. He nervously made his way over and Frank introduced himself and me to him. Simon said he knew him as a regular, a guy who bought DVD's etc several times a month.

Simon then explained that he was going to close the shop, as I was going to watch a bit of the DVD I had chosen and that if he wanted he could stay behind as I was keen for him too, or he could buy what he wanted and leave.

The guy (John) asked what was happening and I reassured him that it was just a bit of fun and I would like him to stay and watch the DVD with me, Frank and Simon.

I told them all I hoped it would get me really turned on to which Frank added that I had been playing with my cunt in the car on the way to the store and that he was amazed I hadn't covered the DVD in my juice I had been so sticky.

The guy (John) was clearly nervous but agreed to stay as he wanted to see a bit of the DVD and said he found me a really sexy sight too.

I thanked him and kissed him on the cheek, letting him get an eyeful of my tits as I did so.

Frank slapped my arse and told them he bet them the DVD would really got me going. At this point Frank was talking to John explaining the nature of our relationship and of Mike and I and our arrangement.

Simon made his way upstairs and closed the store after serving the other man his magazines he had bought. He hadn't asked to join us, or even about the couple and man downstairs, pity because the mood I was in for cock he would have been welcome to stay as well.

Simon returned and said he would load the DVD for us all, and we got to make ourselves comfortable.

He placed some fold up chairs in the middle of the store floor and the small TV mounted on the wall began to play the DVD as we all sat down and watched.

By now I could tell the 3 of them had hard ons. John's trousers stuck up at the front like a telegraph pole and Simon fidgeted in his chair as the introductions played.

Big hard black cocks were everywhere on screen, they fucked in twos and threes, young wives taking on a few guys at once, spunk flying all over the place.

Once the title introductions had finished I turned to them all and told them how horny this was, and how turned on I was getting.

"I fucking love big cocks," I added. "Love to see them spunking up everywhere."

By now my skirt had ridden up a bit, the split at the side had fallen open and my stocking tops were fully on display.

"Wow this is hot," I again said as the first scene started and two black guys got to work on a blonde housewife.

"Yeah it's a real good one," Simon chirped in. "She gets a good double fucking from them."

I slowly placed my hands on my lap and began to rub at myself through my skirt. The men watched the action on screen and alternated glances at me.

"Do you mind if I have a little play?" I brazenly asked.

"Told you!" Frank said. "I knew she couldn't resist."

We all laughed and that seemed to ease the tension in the air a little. I stood up and simply let my skirt fall off!

"Fucking hell!" John exclaimed as he looked across at my shaved cunt and stocking clad legs.

"Well let's be honest," I said. "I know you guys want to see me playing with myself and we are all adults. You can watch and do a lot more besides if you want?" I finally added.

Within seconds my fingers were working on my fucking sloppy cunt as the three of them sat watching me.

"Go on love," Frank said. "Put on a show for us."

I obliged feeling so dirty and randy and began to finger my pussy quite hard, sending sprays of my fanny batter flying out. This continued for a few seconds until I knew I wanted more and could sense the guys did too.

"Are you hard?" I asked them. "Are your fucking cocks hard?" I almost spat the words at them.

A collective 'Yes' was the response and with this the action hotted up.

Frank turned to Simon and said he was sure I would let them touch me if they wanted. Frank seemed to be really enjoying the directing of the action.

He told me and John that he had said to Simon earlier that if he showed us a DVD he was pretty certain I would end up showing us all what a horny bitch I can be.

I laughed as I continued fingering myself, my bald cunt on full display for them as I slipped my fingers out.

I then said I was really turned on and would happily put on a little show for them and that I wanted to taste some cock too. I removed my blouse and bra, placing them on the counter, leaving me just in my high heels and seamed stockings.

I walked back over looking at the DVD whirring away, spewing its filthy delights for us all to see.

The wife was now sucking off the two black guys on screen, alternating her blonde head between the two huge pricks.

"Now that looks fun!" I said.

With this massive hint Frank took charge again.

"I knew you would willingly go along with what we talked about so sweetheart. You're going to suck my cock in front of these men and swallow my cum. Then I'm going to watch you suck each of them off. Before you're done I'll bet you climax at least ten times."

I laughed.

"Well I don't know about ten Frank," I said. "But you know how I love to suck cock, and I had better fucking cum too!"

I then knelt on the floor with my mouth open and eyes wide. Everyone watched as Frank dropped his pants and rubbed his already hard thick cock over my cheeks and lips.

"Open wide and take my cock. Start sucking it while these men see how good you are. Look, they are hard already."

I glanced sideways and saw what he said was true. Each of them sported a large bulge in their pants and I felt even more aroused. It was difficult at first trying to move my lips up down Franks thick hard shaft without falling so I got into more of a squatting position.

"Yeah, that's it Anna suck my cock. Feel it sliding down your throat while these guys watch you."

Frank held my head making it easier. Soon he was thrusting his hips shoving his cock deeply into my willing mouth.

"She really can take it all the way down. I would like to see her tits sucked while she's sucking you," Simon said.

"Yeah, I want to see that too," a much bolder John added.

"A little secret fellas. Anna kinda likes it all so help yourselves. Don't worry; get to work on her tits and cunt if you want."

I simply mumbled my approval, my head bobbing on Franks prick as I tried to say yes, yes they could finger me, feel me up and get to work on my tits. With my mouth full of cock my words were a mere garbled agreement.

"Go ahead and grab a handful. She really does like to have her tits played with and her nipples sucked," Frank again added.

"I ain't gonna suck no nipples with your balls swinging so close but I don't mind if they smack my hand some. I gotta feel them tits and long hard nipples," John said.

"Frank do we get to fuck her too?" Simon asked.

I shot a glance at Frank, I wasn't sure if he had agreed this with Mike or not.

"No sorry, not a chance. Like I told you. Her husband lets me play with her and others but I haven't asked his permission for her to fuck strange cock today. The guys a real friend of mine and her kids are like my own family to me, except they have no idea what a slut there mum likes to be at times! I know he will be fine with blowjobs and fingering though. All she wants is to suck cocks and swallow cum. You can fuck her mouth and tits, but nothing else. I'm gonna take a rest so you guys can have a go at her." Frank pulled his hard saliva covered cock from my mouth and moved away.

I was looking forward to sucking these two strange cocks. I was being touted about by Frank and was loving it!

The first man to drop his pants was Simon, he grabbed my head and shoved his stiff cock deeply into my open mouth. I gagged for a moment before becoming used to his stubby, thick cock. I then felt my tits being mauled and nipples pinched and pulled. John was getting to work on my tits. He played with me roughly muttering filth as he did so.

Frank stood wanking slowly and watching.

I grunted as the cock in my mouth slipped easily down my eager married throat. Only being about six inches I found it easy.

Simon gripped my head and began moving his hips. Before long he was humping my face fucking my mouth like it was a cunt. I closed my eyes and tasted his organ wishing he would spunk for me. I wanted cum..

I didn't have long to wait. I felt his cock swell thicker and then the hot slime of his cum was gushing down my throat in thick, sticky streams. I swallowed as fast as I could and didn't lose a single drop!

"Oh fucking swallow it you tart." he told me as I lovingly savoured his seed.

Spent from spunking, Simon moved back to watch me lick my lips. My mouth then opened wide again as the second man, John took his place and rammed his cock inside. I clamped my lips around his hard shaft as he pulled my head to his groin. All seven inches of his cock went smoothly into my willing, hot, wet mouth. He moved slowly at first and each time I felt his cockhead in my throat I swallowed.

"Oh fuck I've never felt anything like that before. Keep doing that and I'll really give you a big load," John told me.

Simon was now fingering me roughly, my fucking sopping gash splayed open by his four fingers, my cunt juice dripping onto the floor, covering it with my sticky mess.

I slipped John's cock out for a second.

"Oh fuck yes Simon. Go on darling, fucking ram my cunt with your fingers. Fucking hell that's good."

I felt my mouth being stretched as John fucked away at my face. Soon enough he growled and lunged hard holding his hairy crotch to my nose.

I felt his explosion and just as I thought it was finished he pulled out, sending the last three big jets right across my face and tits.

I dipped my head back onto his cock and sucked over and over until his climax ended.

"Wow Anna, you can suck my cock anytime you want. My wife won't do more than suck me until I get hard," he said, then staggered away, pulled up his pants and sat down.

I looked at Frank through lust hazed eyes. Johns spunk coating my face as I smiled across at him. I opened them wide at the huge cock bobbing in front of me.

"Please Frank, fuck me. I gotta have your cock up me before I suck you dry."

With this I was placed against the counter and Frank entered my frothing quim easily. I was so open and wet from the four fingered pounding Simon had given me Frank slopped in easily.

He fucked me standing for a few thrusts and then said he was going to spunk up too.

The other two eagerly watched and toyed with my tits as Frank fucked away at me. They pawed my ass and legs, John even putting his hand down inside my stockings and rubbing my legs.

One of the clasps came undone with the pounding I was taking and from the twanging on my suspenders that John was giving me. It rolled down to my knee as Frank kept plowing up me.

I climaxed again as Frank shagged me standing bent over the counter. I urged him on to, "Fuck my married cunt." I came violently with his cock impaled up me as the other two stood transfixed and pawing at me.

Once this was done I gently grasped Franks massive, pussy juice coated cock.

"Oh, shit, but it's so fucking thick, hot and hard. Look, I can't get my fingers all the way around his shaft. I want this monster fucking my mouth. Now ram this huge fucking thing between my lips and fuck my mouth," I was playing to my gallery.

He teased me at first letting me have only the head and first two inches. I was moaning, my hand gripping his buttocks and trying to force more inside. I cupped his huge heavy balls and squeezed firmly.

He grunted, held my head and lunged forward with his hips.

Several times Frank humped hard into my face before leaning over and taking my tits in his hands. His strong fingers dug into my tight flesh and I moaned around his thick cock.

He pinched and pulled on my swollen nipples causing me to almost climax again. In my hand his ball-sack tightened and I knew he was about to cum. Using only one hand I pulled on his naked arse as my head went forward. His hips joined in the movement and his cock was firmly planted deep in my gulping throat.

"Now you sexy bitch, suck my balls dry."

He came massively and I thought for a brief moment I was going to drown! His hot cream gushed thick and long as he fucked my face while harshly mauling my tits. Again and again I felt and tasted his smooth, hot cum as his cock throbbed and jerked in my mouth. Over and over I swallowed until finally there was nothing left but a shrinking cock. It slipped from my lips and I smiled up at him.

Once Frank had came the guys thanked me. John seeming very embarrassed by the event and going very quiet, very quickly. 

I dressed again and John left leaving Simon, Frank and I to chat for a few minutes.

We bought the DVD and on our way out Simon thanked me again.

"The pleasure was mine!" I said as Frank and I left and made our way back to the car.



Exhibitionist Confessions



Part 1 of 3: Office Fantasies

They sat comfortably in the large office. Both were sharply dressed, business types. There was an odd & awkward tension in the air.

"What should I call you?" Michael asked.

She thought for a moment. "Just call me Kelly. I'd like to keep this on a first name basis because..."

"Don't bother explaining discretion to me," he said, cutting her off. "I already know who you are."

"Do you?"

He nodded. "I watch the news avidly. I know a lot about your stellar reputation. Your secrets are safe here."

A look of embarrassment crept over her face. She blushed. But she also grinned slightly.

"What exactly do you know about me from watching the news?"

"I know that you're an executive at a major financial institution, and that you'll likely become CEO some day. Much of your success comes from grabbing men by the balls and making them do your bidding. Apparently, you can be a real bitch at times, but you've made investors a lot of money with your savvy business skills."

She smiled, almost in laughter. "Were all those things reported on the news?"

"More or less," he replied, with a faint smile of his own. "That's what they say. Maybe not in those words, but it's strongly implied."

"Figures," she shrugged.

"Tell me why you're here."

"I keep asking myself that same question."

"So you don't know why you're here?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.

Kelly looked down at the floor. "It's complicated."

"It usually is. Women are complicated creatures. I find that most women have a difficult time articulating what they want, and if they can, they're still unsure of themselves. But in many ways, women can be very similar to men when it comes to wanting their sexual desires fulfilled. It's just that women usually have a harder time fulfilling those needs because of social taboos."

She continued looking down at the floor. "I'd say you've hit the nail on the head with that statement. At least when it comes to me."

"I'm usually right about these things. I could tell a lot about you from the moment you walked in to my office."

"Such as?" she asked, looking straight at him.

"You come across as a real uptight cunt. Many powerful women are the same. They have sex drives which can rival male porn stars. Unfortunately for those women, they tend to avoid sexual encounters to preserve their hard earned reputations, which only increases their urges."

Kelly sighed. "You've certainly provided me with an entertaining morning. We've just met, and you've already called me a cunt and a bitch. It's been a long time since a man has called me those names to my face."

"Am I wrong in my analysis?" Michael asked, knowing he was right.

"I didn't say that either."

"Then tell me I'm right," he insisted.

"You love antagonizing me, don't you?"

"It's part of the process."

"Fine," she replied. "I guess I fit the bill of those women you described. I think about sex a lot. Maybe it's because of the pressures of my job. I masturbate a lot in my apartment. I rarely get laid though. I worked my entire life to be in this position, and the last thing I need is to be labeled a slut, or a whore."

"What fetishes do you have?" Michael asked casually.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm sure you don't just masturbate thinking of a man fucking you. There has to be more. What really gets you off? What are your favorite fantasies?"

She thought for a moment. "I've always had exhibitionist fantasies. I'm not saying I want to be in a porn video or anything like that. But I've always liked the idea of being watched, either in public or in the office."

"So you like the idea of being watched while people think you're completely unaware."

"Exactly."

"And what are you doing while these people are watching you?" Michael asked curiously.

"It depends," Kelly replied in a moment of self-reflection. "Sometimes I get-off on the idea of a man looking down my blouse, or up my skirt."

"Surely that's not the biggest thrill for a powerful woman such as yourself."

She took a deep breath. "I imagine having sex in public places, or in the office. I could feel someone's eyes watching me, but I don't know where."

"Do you prefer that the voyeur is a stranger?"

"I do. I love the idea of being watched by someone who isn't in a position to judge me."

Michael nodded. "You like the idea of finally being able to let your hair down so you can have the sex you desire. What makes it even more arousing for you is having someone there to witness it. You get-off on someone seeing your sexual side. Pardon my language, but you get-off on someone watching you be a complete slut & whore."

"That's basically it," Kelly blushed.

She clenched her hands together and crossed her legs tightly. All the tell-tale signs of being nervous were written on her face and body language.

"That's a common fantasy for many women. You have nothing to be ashamed about. I hear it from a lot of powerful women."

"Anyone I might know?" she asked playfully to lighten the mood.

"I've spoken with several women you probably know. I'm not going to mention names because discretion is very important. But I can say that your fantasies are normal."

"I'm glad to hear it."

He paused. "What made you decide to come here today?"

"I became an executive last year. It feels like the more pressure I have, the higher my sex drive becomes. I guess sex is how my body deals with stress."

Michael nodded attentively. "It's a common feeling."

"I've been extremely busy at work these past few weeks. We're in the midst of the largest acquisition in our corporation's history, as I'm sure you've seen on the news. With all of this pressure, my hormones have been raging."

"Have you ever acted on it?"

"A little bit."

"Tell me about that."

Kelly squirmed slightly in her seat. She put her hand on the top button of her blouse and played with the button. The memories were arousing to her.

She took a deep breath. "A few days ago, one of my financial analysts made a small error in his report, so I called him to my office and I ended up snapping at him. I think I called him an idiot. I told him he was careless, and that next time he would be fired. The look on his face was priceless. He was so scared. I felt bad because he's a smart young man."

"You sound regretful over the incident."

"I made up for it," Kelly replied. "That day I wore a small blouse and an office skirt. I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was guilt for yelling at him. Maybe I was just horny. Whatever the reason, I went to the bathroom and removed my bra & panties. I still don't know what I was thinking."

She paused for a moment and looked down at her outfit. She played with the top button of her blouse.

"Please continue," he said. "Did you flash the young man?"

"I did. I called him back to my office an hour after I had yelled at him. I apologized passively. Then I handed him a packet of paperwork while I sat behind my desk. As he approached me, I leaned forward just enough so that he could see down my blouse."

"Did he have a clear view of your breasts?"

"I'm not sure. I couldn't bring myself to make eye contact with him. Maybe he just saw the middle of my bare chest. Or maybe he saw my big nipples."

"Which would you have preferred?" he asked. "Would you rather he saw your small tits completely?"

Kelly thought for a moment. "I don't know. After he took the papers, I looked at him, and he genuinely seemed surprised. He definitely saw something that he wasn't expecting. That's for sure."

"You must have been so aroused. I'm sure you loved that a subordinate saw your intimate area."

"I went straight to the bathroom and touched myself. I had an orgasm masturbating on the toilet seat."

A smile appeared on Michael's face. "You're full of surprises. I like that in a woman."

"I guess that means we're going to be friends."

"That's usually what it means," he replied. "I like this arrangement. It's going to work well for the both of us."

"So what happens next?"

Michael reached over and grabbed a pen & notepad. He quickly began to write. When he was done, he handed the note to Kelly.

"I want you to follow these instructions," he said.

She looked at the note. "What is it?"

"My instructions for you. After it's been completed, we can meet again."

***

A few days later. Kelly sat in her large office reading the company's latest financial report. She prided herself on being more informed and better prepared than all of her male colleagues. 

Her eyes occasionally shifted to her purse while she read the documents. She put down the report and opened her purse to look at Michael's note once again. 

Kelly thought for a long moment, then she folded the note and placed it back inside of her purse. The door to her office was closed. She quickly loosened her top, then she reached underneath the back of her outfit and unclasped her bra to remove it, before hiding the bra inside of her purse. 

After she closed the purse, Kelly walked in front of the full length mirror in her office and fixed her outfit so that everything was neat. She bent over while looking at her braless reflecting. There was a slight view of her small breasts and large nipples. It wasn't overly obvious, but it was enough to grab someone's attention if a person looked carefully enough.

When she stood up straight, she adjust her braless top once again. She picked up the phone and was on the line with her secretary:

'Please send Jeff in here. It's urgent.'

Kelly hung up the phone and leaned back on the comfortable chair. There was an excitement between her legs. Minutes passed while she waited silently for the financial analyst to appear.

There was a knock on the door, then it opened. Jeff apprehensively entered the room. He was a thin young man in his late 20's. He was nervous and intimidated standing in the presence of the powerful executive.

"Have a seat," she said. 

He sat down nervously. Kelly knew what Jeff must have been thinking. She knew that Jeff was worried about being fired. It amused her that the meek employee was squirming in his seat. But she had something else in store for him.

"I received your message," he said with an almost quivering voice. "I came as fast as I could."

"Excellent. I like that in an employee. It shows that you're serious about this job."

"Is my job on the line?" 

"Why would you think that?" she replied, amused. 

"Our last meeting didn't go very well. I made a small mistake and it will never happen again. I've always been a hard worker and I'm a dedicated employee of this..."

"Enough of that," she said, cutting him off mid-sentence. "You're not in trouble. And your job isn't on the line. That's not why I called you in here today."

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

Kelly loved having him wrapped around her finger, as she did with most men. It was her guilty pleasure.

"I called you in my office because I think you're a smart and talented person. I overreacted during our last meeting. I want you to know that I appreciate your hard work."

The expression on Jeff's face completely changed. The nerves were gone. He was relieved. He was happy to receive praise from his boss, who was a notoriously demanding woman.

"Thank you," he replied. "I appreciate those comments."

"I'm sure you do. I also wanted to give you documents regarding the upcoming acquisition. I want your due diligence on the matter within a week."

Kelly picked up a pile of papers from the desk and held it in her hand. She didn't bother to stand. She just sat comfortably, expecting Jeff to get the documents from her.

She watched as Jeff nervously stood and walked towards her, closely approaching her desk. When he came near, Kelly handed him the documents while she sat, and abruptly leaned forward, giving him a clear view down her blouse. She looked him straight in the eyes as she handed him the papers. She bent down further, giving him an even better view. She watched the expression on his face, and she loved it.

Part 2 of 3: Public Sex

Days later. Kelly sat on the couch in Michael's office. She was more relaxed this time. More willing to share her secrets.

"You're back," he said.

She smiled and nodded. "I am."

"That means you've completed your task."

"I did," she replied. 

"Tell me what happened."

Kelly gathered her thoughts. "To be perfectly honest, I wasn't sure if I was going to follow your instructions. Jeff, my employee, had probably already seen my tits before. If he saw them again, he would know that I've been doing it on purpose. The last thing I need is for him to have nasty thoughts about me, or for him to go around telling everyone about it."

"Yet you did it anyway."

"I did," she nodded. "The thought had been lingering in my mind for days. I finally decided to go for it. I removed my bra, then I called him into my office. Poor guy thought he was going to be fired. I was genuinely amused listening to him kissing my ass. But I made it up to him."

"You showed him your tits?"

"I handed him a pile of worthless papers. It was just extra work for him to do. When he got them from me, I made sure he had a clear view down my blouse. You should have seen the look on his face. At that point he knew that I was doing it on purpose."

"Did you touch yourself afterwards?" he asked. "Most exhibitionist women would be dripping wet after an encounter like that."

"I spent nearly half an hour in the bathroom stall afterwards. Does that answer your question?"

"Good girl," he nodded. "Sounds like quite an experience for a developing exhibitionist such as yourself."

"Developing exhibitionist?" she asked with an eyebrow raised. "Is that what I am?"

"Precisely. A true exhibitionist is a provocateur. Someone willing to push the boundaries of their own sexuality. Merely flashing an office subordinate is not provocative enough."

"This conversation is becoming much more interesting," she replied. "Are you suggesting anything?"

"You tell me. It's your body. We're here to discuss your fantasies, not mine. So, what other exhibitionist fantasies do you have? There are always more."

Kelly thought for a moment. "Public sex. I've always had an unhealthy desire for public sex. Obviously I don't want to get arrested for it. At this point, my name would be all over the news and I would probably be forced out of the company."

"Probably. That's why you shouldn't get caught."

"You make it sound so easy."

"It can be," he replied with confidence. "If you find the right location, and a discreet partner, then you won't get caught. But the beauty of public sex is the risk of getting caught. That's the fun. Even if someone catches you, who knows, the person might like it."

"You're giving me naughty thoughts Michael."

"That's why you're here, isn't it?"

"I suppose," she replied. "Even if I was actually interested in doing this, I wouldn't know where to begin. I wouldn't know where to do it, or even who to do it with. Fantasy is one thing, real life is something else."

"Which is why you need a plan. One that is simple to execute."

Kelly grinned. "You're so bad."

"The weather has been fairly nice lately," Michael stated. "I want you to wear the smallest outfit you have; a revealing top, a short skirt, and high heels. No pantyhose or stockings either. Expose your bare legs. I also want you to wear a lot of make-up, and to let your hair down."

"So you want me to look like a whore basically?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Would you rather be recognized as the business woman that occasionally appears on tv?"

"No. Of course not."

"Then do it," he replied. "Then take a walk through downtown at night. Not too late. Around 9. Make sure you're safe, stay by the main road. There's still plenty of people around, and lights on the sidewalk."

"You don't have to worry about me. I carry pepper spray, and I'm also a brown belt in karate."

Michael cracked a smile. "You should also carry a box of condoms with you."

"The only protection that matters, right?" she jokingly replied.

"It is if you want to orgasm, and to experience your fantasy in a safe way."

"I like the sound of that."

Michael nodded. "I'll send someone to pick you up. You won't know who he is. He won't know your identity either. I'll only give him your physical description, so he knows it's you. Then he'll offer you money, and you'll accept it."

"So you want me to role-play as a prostitute?"

"In short, yes. I think it would suit you well. How do you feel about that?"

"Is he handsome?"

"You should be pleased. Women have told me great things about his prowess in bed. But in your case, you won't be in bed with him. You'll be somewhere outside."

Kelly blushed. "I don't know. This all seems so sudden, and with a stranger. I'll have to think about it."

"Fair enough. I don't want to pressure you into doing something you aren't ready for."

"Are you using reverse-psychology on me?" she asked playfully.

"Not at all."

She thought for a moment. "I'll do it. I'm interested."

"What made you change your mind so fast?" Michael asked. 

"I'm tempted to open my legs and show you, but I wont. Your office is too classy for that."

"You must be very aroused right now."

"Very."

"Which aspect in particular is making you feel this way?" he asked. "Public sex? A handsome stranger? A prostitution fantasy?"

"I like all of them. But I especially enjoy the idea of someone taking me in a public place. I'm assuming he's done this before."

Michael nodded. "He has. Many times."

"Then I look forward to it," she smiled. "I'm curious to see where he takes me, and how it happens. Let him know that I'm interested."

"Ask, and you shall receive."

***

As soon as Kelly's meeting with Michael ended, she headed to the mall for a new outfit. She had plenty of short skirts & small tops in her apartment, but none of them were revealing enough. She wanted an outfit that was provocative. She wanted to look the part. Most importantly, she didn't want to be recognized as 'Kelly the powerful business woman.'

She wore sunglasses to cover her face while she browsed for skirts designed for women half her age. In the dressing room she tried on a wide array of different outfits. Each outfit was smaller and more revealing than the next. 

After she found the right outfit, Kelly left the department store with a large bag in hand. Once she returned to her apartment, she immediately undressed and marveled at her new appearance in the mirror. The professional woman suddenly looked like a high-class hooker. It shocked and scared her. It was degrading. But it also excited her. 

***

Saturday night. The downtown area was vibrant. Young women were out wearing skimpy outfits. Older adult couples also took advantage of the nice weather and went on romantic dates. 

Kelly got out of the cab and her heels made loud noises on the pavement. Her black skirt was so short that her panties were almost showing when she stepped out of the cab. Her small top left little to the imagination. Her hair was on the messy side. Her beautiful face was covered in make-up. She looked sexy like a thousand-dollar-escort.

Heads turned when Kelly walked down the street. Men lewdly eyed her body. Women gawked at how tasteless she looked. There was background chatter whenever she walked by. It was a humiliating experience. She held her head down, praying that no one would recognize her. The heavy make-up and slutty attire provided her with enough cover, she hoped.

She waited on the location where Michael had told her to wait. It was on a street corner in a semi-busy location. There were stares from other people, thinking she was a street hooker. Some of the women looked at her with disgust. Some of the men looked at her with a smile. 




Exhibitionist Confessions



A few men discreetly offered her a small sum of money for sexual favors, but she politely declined. The offers were insultingly low. 

When it was 9 pm sharp, the agreed upon time, Kelly was approached by a tall tan skinned man wearing a cheap suit. He had 'sleaze' written all over him. There was a cocky smirk on his face and he walked with stride. The closer he came to her, the more his eyes rudely roamed her scantily clad body.

"Hey there," he grinned widely. "You must be Kelly."

She rolled her eyes. 'Oh god,' she thought to herself. 'Please not him. Anyone but him!'

"So you're Michael's friend," Kelly replied.

He nodded and continued grinning. "Yes I am. Call me Dave. You're my date tonight."

"Seems like it."

"You're prettier than I expected. Michael is always sending beautiful women my way, but nothing like you. You're a real hot piece of ass."

"Let's just get this over with," she replied, annoyed.

"What's the rush lady?"

"Maybe I don't like standing around a busy street corner with half my body on display."

"I thought that's why we're here?" he asked sarcastically. "You're Kelly the exhibitionist right? I heard all about your office flashing. That was a real hot story. Are you a boss or something?"

The look of frustration was all over her face. "Just get this over with. I don't want to stand here all night."

"Fine. How much do you charge?" he asked loudly with a smirk. 

Kelly's eyes shifted around. "Can you keep your voice down?"

"No one is listening Kelly. It's just us. So, how much do you charge?"

She sighed. "$100 for a blowjob. $200 for sex."

"Those are some steep prices lady," he laughed. "What makes you think you're worth all that? There are plenty of other cheap whores around this city who are way hotter than you."

"Take it or leave it."

"Do you accept credit card?" he asked with a smug grin.

She shook her head. "I knew this was a bad idea."

When Kelly turned around and tried to walk away, Dave softly grabbed her by the shoulder to stop her from leaving.

"Wait," he said. "Let's start over. Give me another chance lady. You've got a fantasy, I can make it happen. I'll make you feel real good. You'll see. I know a nearby place."

She thought for a moment. "Don't be an asshole, okay?"

"Fine," he grinned. "Whatever you want lady."

***

Kelly's hands gripped the bars tightly. They were on the rooftop of a small apartment building, overlooking the streets. Kelly was bent over, with her skirt up, and her panties were down around her ankles. Dave was behind her, pounding away. 

She moaned while holding onto the bars of the rooftop ledge. Her moans became louder while she was being ravished from behind. Her eyes looked below at the downtown street. The apartment building was only a few stories high, so she had a good look at the people below. Everyone was oblivious to the fact that she was having lewd public sex. 

Her eyes looked up to the surrounding high rise buildings. Her eyes shifted around. Anyone above could have been watching. She closed her eyes and imagined strange men watching from their apartments while stroking themselves. She imagined what a slut she must have looked like to them. 

The grip she had on the bars tightened as Dave continued pounding. Her cries became louder, but Dave didn't care. Kelly bit down and clenched her teeth to avoid making lewd noises which could have caused people to look. Being watched was one thing, but being caught and having the police show up was something else. 

Her eyes continued watching her surroundings to make sure no one was watching. She hadn't been caught, she assumed. No one on the street was watching, and she couldn't find anyone watching from a nearby apartment building. She enjoyed her sexual bliss. 

She heard Dave begin to grunt loudly. Each thrust became harder, more forceful. Then he stopped. She felt him pull out of her body and she saw him limp to the side. Kelly pulled her panties back up and fixed her dress, while Dave pulled his pants up.

"God damn," he groaned, while buckling his pants. "You're the fuck of the century."

Kelly sat down on the ground to catch her breath.

"Thank you. You weren't so bad yourself."

He reached in his pocket and threw a wad of cash at her. The cash was mostly dollar bills and it was sprinkled over her head.

"That's for the pussy," he said with a huge grin. "Have a good night lady."

When he turned to walk away, Kelly pulled off one of her high-heels and threw it at him.

"Asshole!"

After he left, Kelly continued sitting on the floor. She put her hands on her face, and her body was curled. A part of her wanted to cry, but the other part was still enjoying the blissful wet feeling between her legs. Dave hadn't made her cum. It was something she had to do herself. She reached down and played with herself until she reached a beautiful climax. 

Part 3 of 3: Sex on Camera

They silently looked at each other for a moment as their third meeting began. Both of them were thinking, finding the words to say.

"I've heard interesting things about your encounter with Dave," he said.

"Understatement of the year."

"Was his personality an issue for you?"

She nodded. "Why did you set me up with him?"

"Why do you think?" he asked, like the answer was so obvious.

"His huge penis I'm assuming."

"Isn't that what you wanted?"

"I've never had one that big," she replied. "I've been curious about it. Most women are. I don't want a size that big all the time, but it was nice to finally experience it."

"Then why do you seem upset with him?"

"Because he's an asshole. I deal with jerks all the time in the corporate world, and I rarely put up with it unless I have to. I never thought I'd ever let a jerk like Dave have sex with me."

"Yet you did it. And you loved it."

She blushed. "I've fantasized about having outdoor sex for so long. I've never had the courage to actually try it. It was exhilarating. It was such an adrenaline rush, like I was skydiving or riding in a race car."

"Dave has a way of being persuasive with women, and the ability to push their boundaries. He's a smooth talker basically. That's why I chose him for you. I knew he could shed your inhibitions."

"You've made the right choice then," she nodded. "I tried to back out a few times. But he kept on assuring me that it would be okay. He talked me into it, and told me what I needed to hear. When we got to the rooftop, I was so nervous. After a few more words of encouragement, my panties came down and he was behind me."

"I'm glad you fulfilled your fantasy."

"He's still an asshole though," she smiled. 

"I know he is. But that didn't stop you from being with him."

"No. The way I see it, he doesn't know who I am during the day, and I don't know who he is. Our relationship was just sex, so I don't care what he thinks about anything."

"Tell me, what was going through your mind before you had sex?" he asked.

"I was scared," she replied. "My hands were shaking. My eyes were constantly looking around for security cameras or anyone who could be watching. I was so scared of the police showing up and arresting us. God, that would have been so horrible."

"How did you feel sexually?"

"It was thrilling. When my panties came down, a warm breeze suddenly came and it went between my legs and tickled my vagina. It felt nice, and I was so aroused. I didn't care if anyone was watching at that point, I just wanted him inside of me. When he unzipped his pants and showed me his penis, I was a bit surprised. That guy is huge. It was so big. I wanted to stand there and admire it, but he spun me around, bent me over, and fucked me."

"Congratulations."

Kelly raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"You're a full blown exhibitionist now," he said jokingly.

She smiled. "I guess you're right. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since it happened last week. Even in the office, board meetings, it's been crossing my mind."

"What happens when you think about it?"

"I get aroused. If I'm at work, I go to the bathroom and touch myself. To be honest, I'm a bit aroused right now from this conversation."

"Show me," he said firmly.

She looked at him curiously. "You aren't serious, are you?"

"I'm always serious. Show me how aroused you are. I want to see it."

Kelly knew exactly what Michael wanted. She took a deep breath before she spread her legs slightly. She pulled her skirt up so that it was near her waist. Her thighs and white panties were on full display. Then she moved the bottom of her panties to the side. Kelly's pink wet pussy was exposed for him.

"Happy now?" she asked, looking him directly in the eyes.

"Yes. I'm very happy. This is being recorded."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm recording this session on video. Rest assure, no one will ever see this except for me. The camera is on the shelf." 

Kelly looked behind Michael and saw the small device on the shelf. Once she saw it, she immediately clenched her legs shut.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, almost furiously. "This is supposed to be confidential."

"It is confidential. I've never recorded you before. I set it up only for this meeting. I want today to be special. You've never had sex on camera. I want you to experience it. You're already an exhibitionist, and I want you to explore your limits even further by trusting me."

Kelly looked confused for a moment. "No one can ever be allowed to see this. Do you promise?"

"I promise. Now open your legs again. Show me your wetness. Do it for the camera."

Kelly slowly and reluctantly spread her legs apart. To her surprise, Michael wasn't watching anymore. He stood up and walked behind his desk, and then he carried the small handheld camera. Michael sat back down and record her with the device in hand.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like? I'm getting a closer look."

Kelly sighed and moved her panties over. Her wet pussy was exposed to Michael's camera. She rubbed herself. Her fingers played with her clit and labia. When the embarrassment of being on camera became overwhelming, she closed her eyes while she masturbated.

Moans began to escape her mouth. She let go of everything. She was vulnerable to him, and to the camera. She wanted to be watched. She wanted to be desired. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Michael watching her with a camera in hand. The exhibitionist/voyeur aspect made her more aroused. It was an overwhelming feeling as she forcefully touched herself. 

Michael got out of his chair and got down on his knees in front of her. He was recording Kelly at her most intimate moment, up close, with a clear view of her dripping wet pussy.

She began to squirm on the couch. Her legs and body shifted around. An intense feeling flowed through her veins. She had an orgasm. Fluids rushed down her legs, onto the couch, then onto the floor. 

Her body relaxed and the camera was then pointed at her face, watching her subtle reaction after the orgasm.

"That was truly amazing Kelly," he said. "The look on your face is a work of art."

"I feel amazing right now," she replied, leaning back against the couch.

Michael stood in front of Kelly with his camera pointed down at her.

"I want you to unzip my pants. Show the camera how well you perform. Show me how much you love being watched."

Kelly didn't say a word. Her face was stoic as she sat up straight and began to unzip Michael's pants. She freed his penis from the pants, and it was already hard. She was too ashamed and nervous to look directly at the camera, but she was aroused while she stroked him. 

She leaned forward and gave it a kiss on the head. Then she licked the pre-cum dripping from the tip.

"You taste good," she said. 

"Look up. Look at the camera. Then take me inside of your mouth."

After a deep breath for confidence, Kelly looked up at the camera and took Michael's penis inside of her mouth. She sucked it and slurped on his cock while it was all being filmed in explicit detail. Her head quickly bobbed up and down. The look in her eyes showed her nervousness for giving oral sex while being recorded. 

She continued sucking. After a while, she simply closed her eyes and focused on pleasing him orally. She loved hearing him moan and feeling him grow harder inside of her mouth. As much as she was enjoying the moment, she also wanted to end it as soon as possible. The camera made her uncomfortable, even though she was greatly aroused by the thrill. She grabbed him by the shaft and started to stroke, which made him moan louder.

"Stop," he said. "I don't want to cum yet."

"What else did you have in mind?" she asked looking up at him, after she took his cock out of her mouth.

"I want you on my desk. Lay on your stomach."

She looked uncomfortable. "No one will ever see this right?"

"I'm a man of my word. Now do it."

Kelly stood up and walked over to Michael's desk. She bent down and pressed her chest and stomach on the desk. She knew what he wanted. He wanted to fuck. She made things easier by lifting the back of her skirt. 

Michael placed the camera in front of her face to record her every reaction. Then he got behind the business woman. She knew he wanted sex, but she wondered which hole he was going to use. She saw Michael open his drawer to get a small container of vaseline, and she knew he wanted anal.

A tremble of fear came over her. Anal was never her favorite. She rarely enjoyed it, but she didn't want to end the moment either. She was enjoying herself too much to tell Michael to stop.

"Relax," he said. "It's going to feel cold at first. Then I'm going to stretch you with my fingers. Keep your eyes on the camera."

Kelly looked directly at the camera, which was only a foot away from her face. She felt Michael's strong hands spread her ass cheeks. Then she felt the thick vaseline being applied to the outer ring of her anus. Then she felt his two fingers push inside of her, which made her gasp. The fingers went all the way in and probed her anal cavity. All she could do was enjoy the sensations while being recorded.

After Michael pulled his fingers out, Kelly felt the tip of his erection press against her little hole. She gasped more. His penis was thick, which made entry difficult. Kelly grabbed the edges of the desk and braced herself while he pushed his way inside of her. It hurt, and she turned her face away from the camera.

"Keep your eyes forward," he said, entering her body. "I want this recorded."

She did her best to keep her eyes on the camera. It felt uncomfortable having her facial expressions recorded while she was being sodomized. Her asshole was being stretched, and every movement her face made was on camera.

It was the most degraded she had felt in many years. At that moment, she realized how damaging it would be to her career if the video ever became public. She worked hard her entire life. She always had the best grades in school. When it came to work, she would always stay up late at night to prepare so that she could be the smartest person in the room. There was a reason why she climbed the corporate ladder so fast and became an executive so soon. 

Now there she was, bent over on a desk, being ravished anally for the camera. It hurt, but she enjoyed the feeling. Michael's penis wasn't as long as Dave's, but it was thicker, which made the anal experience more painful and pleasure at the same time. 

"Reach down and play with your pussy," he said. "Eyes on the camera."

Kelly obeyed. She kept her eyes on the camera and she reached down to finger herself. Her mouth was wide open and so were her eyes. The feeling was intense and the pleasure on her face was undeniable. Her fingers moved at the same pace as Michael while he sodomized her.

The more she moaned, the faster Michael went. Before long he was pounding her ass hard, which sent slapping noises echoing in the large office. 

"I'm cumming," she cried. "I'm cumming. Oh god, I'm going to cum."

Michael pounded harder and commanded her to keep rubbing her pussy. Kelly's back arched and she cried out loud. Fluids once again rushed down her legs as she squirted. Her eyes rolled back, then she went limp. Soon after, Michael shot several loads of his cum inside of her anus. 

Both of them went limp and breathed heavily.

Michael pulled out and used several pieces of tissue to wipe himself clean, before zipping up his pants. He grabbed several more pieces of tissue and handed them to Kelly.

"I made a mess in your office," Kelly said, taking the tissue and looking down at the wet stains she left. 

"Don't worry. I'll have someone clean it up."

"Have you enjoyed all of this?" she asked while wiping her anus. "Our meetings I mean." 

Kelly finished wiping herself and then she fixed her skirt.

"Very much," he replied. "You are exquisite. I'll make sure that you become the next CEO within a couple of years. You certainly deserve it."

She smiled, "Do I deserve it because I'm qualified, or because I'm your new sexual plaything?"

"Both."

The End

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Exhibitionist Domme Two Voyeur Subs



At least once a year I enjoy a four day, summertime trip into the city. Because the accommodations must meet some very specific requirements, My submissive makes reservations well in advance. 

The demands are very clear. It must be a two bathroom suite, with at least one king sized bed, a refrigerator, stove, and microwave. The room should be above the 15th floor, and have large windows over looking a park and busy office building. The park is beautiful, the office building interesting, and an inspiration for play.

Over the years I've peered across the way and found many a man spending hours working at his desk. Occasionally I'll find an attractive one. How do I know he's appealing? My sub, packing high powered binoculars, has the job of inspecting his Mistress' prey and describing him to Her. It's a task he's had before. Sometimes it's up close and personal, in a lounge, club, or on the beach. Other times he has to dial a little long distance. 

It begins simply enough. If I spy someone that interests Me, he's instructed to undress completely, take a look, from a darkened adjoining room and provide some details. he knows what I'm looking for. Tall, fit, good looking, neatly dressed, 35-55 years of age. A couple of times I've struck gold.

Recently a terrific looking fellow was spending a whole lot of time in his "glass house" staring at his green screen. I decided it would be pleasing for Me to provide him with a distraction. First step was to be certain I had his attention. 

Wearing short shorts, and a top tied up at the midriff, I strolled slowly to the window. his computer was located so he had a good view of My room. I could see him, so he could see Me. 

After a short time, I was notified that My hard working business man had begun "checking me out". Initially, I made it appear that I was focused on the scenic park. Once I knew he was watching, the script changed.

I let down My hair, and very slowly, looking directly at him, untied the knot in My top. The report was Mr. Businessman was taking very careful notice, and shifting somewhat uneasily in his chair. I retreated for some water, put the bottle to My lips and took some sensual sips. he reached for his water and took a drink. I had him, and My now aroused submissive, right where I wanted them both. 

I peeled off the top, revealing a barely there black bra. he took a not so subtle half turn in his chair. his clumsy curiosity was rewarded with an ever so brief look at the black string bikini previously hidden under My just removed shorts. There was no need for My increasingly aroused and uncomfortable sub to inform his Mistress she had control over her play thing. I could see it, without binoculars, from where I stood. 

Directly behind me and in Our/our voyeur's line of sight was a beautifully appointed marble shower. Room shadows being what they were, little could be clearly seen from across the street. Turning on a very soft light, enhancing the captive's view, I began adjusting the pulse and water temperature of the removable shower head. With my back to the businessman I undid My bra, allowing it to drop. Next, I nonchalantly slid My panties down to floor, calmly stepped out of them, while casually giving a quick, over the shoulder peek, to My new admirer. For a fleeting second, as I removed the perfectly tuned shower head, he was treated with a profile. Equally brief was his view of Me turning those erotically massaging jets on My body. 

When My compliant lover alerted Me his fellow sub was positioning to stroke himself under the desk, I exited the pulsing water only long enough to turn off the one dim light. No, I wasn't ready for the latest conquest to cum yet. I wasn't ready for either one of them to finish yet, because I wasn't ready for My orgasm yet. 

The warm, streaming jets were wonderfully stimulating but it was time for the greater reward. A pipe, neatly packed with this Lady's viagra, awaited. I recast the room in soft light, partially closed the door, and took in some sweet smoke. I donned a reddish, sheer pair of string panties, and thigh length, see through nighty. Belting it around My waist, I reopened the door, strode confidently to a closet and strapped on six inch, black heels. 

I appeared mostly as an shadowy shape, gaining more form only upon approaching the window. Virtually pressed against the glass, no longer a musky outline, with dusk setting in I looked directly at My newly minted slave, and began lowering the shade and drawing the curtains in a way that limited the unfolding image to his eyes only. Following My example he readied himself, locking the door and eliminating all lighting except for a desk lamp. 

The smoke and pulsating water had My body so alive I could barely stand it. Even the transparent nighty brushing against My fully exposed breasts was exciting. As I began to gently explore My erect nipples, the prey unzipped his trousers, lowered his briefs, and grabbed his dick. Immediately, from My "in house slave", came a plea for permission to begin stroking himself. I granted it with the stern warning that the point of this erotic exercise was for all of us to reach orgasm at the same time. 

Propping pillows behind Me, I laid on the bed, fully opened the flimsy nighty, and spread My legs. I moved My hands below My waist. Growing impatient with the damp panties I slid them off. Although, past arms length from the window, My silhouette was easily visible to the submissive businessman. My skilled fingers easily found the most sensitive spots on My swollen, hardened clitoris, and began working erotic magic. I was soaking wet, and every touch seemed electric. Silhouette or no, the plaything could tell, by My straining legs and arched back, that I was on the edge. Unable to hold back any longer he wrapped a handkerchief around his engorged cock, looked straight into My eyes, and exploded, drenching that hanky with his sticky milk. On cue, My loyal servant begged for and was granted permission to release. 

With that, I began to cum. The orgasm was so powerful My body literally began shuttering. Even when I thought I was done, the slightest touch of, or pressure against My clit brought more ecstasy. It was beyond spectacular.

Finally able to summon some strength, I stood up, and surveyed this erotic scene I'd created. Two good looking men, masturbating for My pleasure now both looked weakened and drained. My "roommate" lay naked on the floor, not ready to clean himself yet. My submissive businessman needing another handkerchief, seemed stunned. I walked, completely nude, still glistening, to the window, smiled, blew a kiss, and drew the drapes.



Exhibitionist Flaunts Her Sexy Butt



Julie was a natural 27-year-old beauty with long legs, apple sized tits, a flat stomach and a tight little ass. Julie was the type of gal who would turn every eye along the sidewalk as her sexy heart-shaped butt sashayed down the concrete catwalk. Best of all, Julie was a secret exhibitionist.

The lovely thing about Julie was that she came across as the totally good girl next-door type. Julie always had a ready smile and a happy disposition that lit up any room. While Julie's elegantly shaped young body did radiate a naturally sexy glow, almost nobody would have imagined the torrents of wickedly explicit sexual energy that was hidden behind her charming personality. 

Julie still had her sights out to find a Mr. Right. Nonetheless, every 3 or 4 months something would happen to her newfound relationship that always seemed to end up in frustration and disappointment. Most of the guys Julie dated were rather conventional in the bedroom and unfortunately she never seemed able to effective communicate some of her secret sexual desires to those straight-laced men.

Julie and I first started out as friends, but over the course of a few months we started playfully crossing over the line. We had great conversations about everything regarding life, friendships, art, books, and of course some fired-up discussions about the various sexual desires between men and women. 

I guess my free-spirited, open-minded attitude about life allowed Julie to feel comfortable in finally revealing some of her pent-up exhibitionist fantasies to me. It soon became obvious that Julie processed a truly awesome exhibitionist spirit that was mostly locked away from the outside world. 

Wow, a little bit of knowledge can be a powerful thing. Julie was now giving me the key to play the bad boy so that she could play out her role of being a very naughty girl. Julie had chosen the right guy to play the bad boy part, now it was up to my creatively wicked mind to launch this secret exhibitionist into the skies!

So one evening my "bad boy" mind came up with a very provocative idea. With a bit of boldness, I wickedly commented to Julie that I wanted to show off her sexy naked butt to some other people as her asshole performed an orgasmic dance during the peak of her orgasm. Julie momentarily looked a bit stunned. Holy fuck, I kind of wondered if Julie's exhibitionist spirit was really prepared for such a mind-blowing proposal.

So let me just state here for the record that one of the most truly erotic scenes that a guy can ever witness is the unbridled spasm of a woman's asshole during the peak of her orgasmic release. Now most women have their most "powerful" orgasms when positioned on top of the guy, since this allows them more control over the speed, angle and tempo of the penis pounding into their fired-up pussy. The more powerful the woman's orgasm the more provocatively her sexy asshole will dance and spasm. It really is a fuckingly erotic display, which is beautifully framed between their sexy butt cheeks. In my opinion it is one of the sexiest shows on earth!

Julie was initially blown away with my wicked suggestion, but the crazy idea played into some of her naughty exhibitionist fantasies. Since she knew I was not bluffing she took the bait with two conditions. First the guy was not to know of the possible setup, but rather things should evolve naturally as if everything was happening by accident. In this way we could stop the action at any point without anyone losing face. Second, Julie wanted to select someone we both knew. Both of these conditions were fine with me.

After tossing around a bunch of names, we finally decided upon our mutual friend named Jim who was currently in the process of getting a nasty divorce. Jim was the perfect candidate because he was not the brightest guy in the world and therefore would be rather clueless about any setup that we might plan. Thus Julie and I would be able to adjust or even abandon any plan as it unfolded without Jim being any the wiser.

A week later I invited Jim over for the evening to have some drinks at my house. After cracking open a couple of beers, Jim and I settled into the living room to continue the conversation that we had been having about his recent divorce. Jim sat in the recliner chair across the living room from me as I sat on the couch. Julie meanwhile was in the kitchen chatting on the phone with a friend. 

Jim spilled out all the problems he was having with his ex-wife as they fought over custody of their two kids. It sounded damn messy! After about 20 minutes of rather depressing conversation, my cell phone started beeping up a storm. Of course this was my first setup towards my wicked plan. I apologized to Jim for breaking our conversation, as I proceeded to look at the incoming text message. My eyes scanned the screen as I uttered in a very annoyed voice "damn it."

Jim inquired what was the problem upon seeing that I was a bit perplexed having read whatever was on my cell phone screen. In a slightly frustrated voice I started to describe Julie's monthly hormone cycle that we had been mapping out recently. I told Jim that by mapping out Julie's hormonal rhythm accurately we could safely avoid using birth control. At least that was the hope. But one of the key elements of the mapping process was that we had to take her body temperature 3 times a week at roughly the same time each of those evenings. I told Jim that I had setup my cell phone to alert me so that I would not forget the temperature reading schedule, otherwise our whole monthly hormonal charting would get thrown off.

Jim was still digesting this information as I called out to Julie. Julie walked into the living room to find out what was up. In a somewhat impatient tone of voice, I told Julie that she needed her body temperature recorded within the next hour for her hormonal mapping chart. Julie looked a little startled. Without skipping a beat and with a little discreet wink to Julie I told her to get the thermometer and some lotion. Julie bit her lip slightly in hesitation before turning her jean-clad butt towards the bathroom to retrieve the items.

I then continue to explain to Jim that the whole importance of this body temperature reading had to be done with the upmost accuracy. Part of the process of obtaining good results was that we had to take 2 separate temperature readings over a 30-minute period of time and then average the results. Since I did not want to disappear into the bedroom for 30 minutes to get Julie's temperature reading, I decided I would do it here in the living room if that were OK with him. Jim's head nodded in agreement but I could tell he was a little perplexed about whatever I was talking about. So far so good...

Julie came back into the living room with the thermometer and bottle of lotion in her hands. I could see there was a little smirk on her face as she started to imagine some of the wicked ideas that might be swirling around in my head. In a nonchalant voice I instructed Julie to lie over my lap as I moved to the center of the couch. I noticed Jim's mouth drop slightly open as it started to sink in exactly what might be happening in the living room. To put Jim at ease, I casually stated that since Jim was on the other side of the room he wouldn't be seeing anything more that what could be seen at any public beach. 

As Julie laid her sexy torso across my lap, her firm little butt was pushed up slightly in the air. God did she look sexy! Jim still seemed a little uncomfortable, like a deer in headlights as he sat frozen in his chair. 

Julie grasped both sides of her tight jeans and helped me slide them off her heart-shaped butt. Julie was wearing a sexy pair of white thong panties giving herself a little semblance of modesty on her otherwise naked ass. 

Julie was still fairly clothed since her jeans were only pulled down to her upper thighs and she had a white t-shirt on. From Jim's point-of-view, he was only able to see the outlines of Julie's upturned butt, so for him it was still a reasonable assumption that nothing overly crazy was going on.

While Jim could only see the outlines of Julie's firm golden butt cheeks sticking up in the air, I had a better view. Looking down between the crack of her ass was nestled the thin strip of white fabric of her thong panties that barely hid her sexy asshole. Ah, it was going to be fun to tease Julie's sweet little ass with Jim looking on. 

With excellent timing, Julie asked Jim what we had been talking about. Perfect question since it helped temporarily redirect the focus back onto Jim's conversation about his divorce. I gave Julie a discreet squeeze of approval as I contemplated the delicious irony of Jim having to continue the conversation about his ex-wife and their nasty divorce while Julie was having her asshole penetrated with a thermometer just 10 feet away from him. God knows what was rushing through his head!

As Jim started to babble on a bit in a slightly incoherent way about his divorce, I dropped a few drops of lotion onto my fingertip. With my left hand I slightly pushed aside the strip of fabric in Julie's ass crack so that her little asshole was fully exposed to my view. 

Julie let out a little giggle as my lotion covered fingertip made contact with the rim of her asshole. The cool sensation of the lotion made Julie's asshole contract involuntarily. Goddamn that looked sexy! Julie's cute little asshole was starting its seductive dance in hopes of being the star attraction for this evening's erotic entertainment. 

I slowly moved my finger around the tight edge of Julie's asshole coating it with a silky layer of white lotion. Julie let out a small groan of satisfaction at being displayed in such a rather erotically charged manner.

From Jim's perspective, he could see my finger disappearing enticingly between Julie's sexy butt cheeks. He also could hear Julie's soft groans of approval as her naughty asshole was being played with. It was becoming increasingly difficult for Jim to carry on any conversation having to do with his ex-wife. It was like his angry feelings about his divorce were slowly slipping away. Sometimes a good distraction is the best medicine.

Using both of my hands, I confidently spread apart Julie's firm ass cheeks to give me unrestricted access to her naughty little asshole. I now picked up the thermometer and slowly directed it between her sexy butt cheeks. Julie let out a playful giggle as the cool tip of the thermometer tauntingly pressed against the tight opening of her sexy asshole. To add a little heat to the fire, Julie wiggled her cute butt in mock approval knowing full well that her puckered anus was about to be penetrated. Ah, let the games begin! 

Julie's asshole quivered as I slowly pushed the thermometer inside the tight confines of her anal canal. Julie's exhibitionist little asshole was performing beautifully. Almost subconsciously, Julie let out a sexy moan as she felt the slippery device advance into her hot anus. Jim had stopped talking as his mind stumbled willingly into the erotic aura of the moment. As I looked down between Julie's butt cheeks, I was treated to a wonderful view of her asshole tightening nervously around the thermometer in silent anticipation of what might happen as the evening progressed.

Beautifully increasing the buildup of sexual tension, Julie playfully wiggled her naked butt towards Jim so that he could get a glimpse of her ass crack with the thermometer implanted into her tight asshole. Holy fuck did Julie know how to tease a guy! My cock was also being swept up in the seduction as it pressed firmly against my jeans pushing forth with lustful desire.

The shifting of gears had already started within Jim's mind, but I still needed to handle things with a bit of finesse so that our erotic setup would seem to evolve naturally. With a matter-of-fact tone of voice, I asked Jim if he and his ex-wife had every tried mapping out her hormonal cycle. Jim let out a slightly pent-up laugh. With a little self-mockery, Jim joked that maybe if he had, he could have avoided many nasty arguments that seemed to occur during his wife's hormonal days. All of us laughed together.

I started to sense that the overall mood in the room was drifting into a very sexually charged vortex of erotic playfulness. The thermometer poking out of Julie's sexy asshole finally let out a series of beeps. I slowly pulled the thermometer out of Julie's asshole, which playfully gave me a farewell wink. It read 98.7 degrees. We had successfully accomplished our first temperature reading for the evening. 

It was now time for me to up the ante. In a fairly nonchalant voice I asked Julie if it would be OK if I were to demonstrate the whole precise methodology of doing accurate temperature readings so that Jim would have the knowledge for future use. Jim's eyes grew big but he said nothing since I had directed the question to Julie instead of him. In a slightly innocent tone of voice, Julie responded that she didn't have a problem with it as long as her panties stayed mostly on her butt. With that approval locked into place I motioned Jim to move his chair closer so that he had a better view.

Jim's face blushed a rosy red, but the screws of seduction overcame any hesitation as his mind lustfully wanted to gaze down upon Julie's marvelously exposed butt. Jim pulled his chair up close so that his hungry eyes had a good view of Julie's sexy ass. 

Immediately I could sense Julie's nervous excitement in having two sets of eyeballs within a couple feet of her almost naked butt. Julie's breathing became a little heavier as her body started to react to her extremely compromising, but titillating situation. Julie knew full well that her little anus was only minutes away from being fully exposed before Jim's lust-filled eyes. Julie's sexual desires of revealing her innermost private treasures under the hungry gaze of two sex-starved males were starting to set fireworks within her exhibitionist soul. 

The little white fabric of Julie's thong panties that went up the crack of her beautiful ass left little to the imagination. My little exhibitionist goddess knew full well that only a small strip of fabric was between our lustful eyes and the explicit treasures between her sexy butt cheeks. With expert timing, Julie's sweet lips let out a seductive moan that encouraged me to charge ahead with our wildly decadent plan.

With wicked delight I provocatively spread Julie's butt cheeks apart, causing her thong panties to wedge tightly along her sweet ass crack. Holy fuck! Jim and I were treated to a wonderful view of Julie's cute asshole that was peaking playfully around the edge of her thong panties. 

Julie let out another groan as my fingers continued moving, poking and exploring around her butt and close to her anus. During all this commotion I finally used one of my hands to push aside the white fabric of her thong panties so that one of my fingers could gently rest on the rim of her asshole. Julie's heartbeat quicken as a surge of sexual energy swept across her beautiful body. 

Julie's little asshole tightened mischievously in reaction to the gentle pressure from my finger. A ripple of tension moved over Julie's body as she reacted to this new provocative development. Jim's eyes were glued to the highly erotic scene as my fingertip slowly made a circle around the rim of Julie's exposed asshole. Good God how I loved showing off Julie's tight little anal hole! Julie let out a girlish giggle as I continued to playfully tempt Jim's eyes with explicit views of her sexy butthole.

Seductively I gently moved my fingertip around the rim of Julie's sexy asshole until it wickedly approached the edge of her anal opening. I could feel Julie's heart was pounding as she took a deep breath. My cum filled balls were boiling with pent-up desire just witnessing this extremely explicit scene. Slowly my naughty fingertip drifted over the rim of Julie's asshole and pushed ever so slightly into her tight little anus. 

Holy fuck, my cock was starting to strain against the confines of my pants in anticipation of fucking Julie to kingdom cum. Julie let out a super sexy groan signaling her lustful approval of the activity happening between her butt cheeks. Fuck I love a woman who takes pleasure in being a bit of an exhibitionist! Jim was thoroughly enjoying the show as he had a big grin on his face. Slowly, teasingly, I wiggled my finger about an inch into Julie's very tight naughty ass. 

With my finger implanted firmly inside Julie's butthole, it was evident that our erotic plan was working brilliantly. Without missing a beat, I hooked another finger firmly around the fabric of Julie's panties and pulled them aside to fully expose her cute little pussy and asshole. Julie gasped as her long legs and butt shuddered nervously. Jim's eyes exploded with delight at the wonderful view. Now both of Julie's sexy little holes were fully on display. 

Julie was starting to breath more rapidly as her fiery exhibitionist desires and fantasies started to collide with reality. Call me crazy, but showing off Julie's tight little anal hole to another person was fucking hot! My wild imagination soared wickedly into the realm of future possibilities where I could expose Julie's sexy butt to maybe a small group of men and women at a very exclusive private party! Fucking awesome, mind-blowing thoughts! 

I loved playing the "bad boy" role knowing that Julie's secret exhibitionist cravings could be temptingly revealed in such explicit detail. As they say, knowledge is power. My carnal knowledge of how to propel Julie's delightful exhibitionist spirit was now shaking the foundation of her very erotically driven soul. Fucking awesome! Julie's sexually charged body shuddered with heated anticipation as little beads of moisture started forming around her hot pussy lips. 

Julie began to groan with intense pleasure as her pussy started to gush with her natural juices. Hot damn she was fired up! Continuing the wild build up of sexual tension, I playfully squirted a glob of lotion onto my finger and then pushed my finger up into Julie's tight anus. Julie trembled in delight the moment the cool lotion invaded her narrow passageway. Fucking hot! Julie wiggled her naked butt seductively as she continued to enjoy the erotic sensations that were happening between her butt cheeks. 

Julie groaned passionately as I continued to showcase her sexy anus to the eye-popping delight of both Jim and I. Julie's tight anal canal gripped my invading finger snuggly as I continued to push the cool milky liquid into her super hot asshole. Fuck I loved invading her tight butthole with my finger! 

I then mischievously decided to see what would happen if I squirted a big gusher of lotion directly into Julie's hot little anal canal. With wicked joy, I instructed Jim to firmly pull Julie's ass cheeks apart to give the bottle of lotion unrestricted access into her tight little asshole. Jim hands trembled with delight upon touching the beautiful round globes of Julie's firm butt cheeks. Jim was in booty heaven!

Julie let out a girlish giggle as the cool tip of the bottle pressed up against the rim of her asshole. Slowly I inserted the tip so that it slightly penetrated up into her tight anal canal. Sensing what I was about to do, Julie started moaning and squirming with a concentrated sexual urgency. Jim kept Julie's butt cheeks firmly spread apart as we gazed lustfully at her vulnerable quivering asshole. 

With the tip of the nozzle firmly planted inside her asshole, I slowly started to squeeze the lotion into her puckered anus. Julie let out a very loud moan as the cool lotion spurted up into her tight anal passageway. Holy fuck, I wanted to dump my sticky hot seed deep inside that tight little ass!




Exhibitionist Flaunts Her Sexy Butt



I was in such a fucking daze of sexual euphoria that I almost forgot about the so-called temperature demonstration I had promised to show Jim. Regaining focus, I then mockingly commented to Jim that it looked liked Julie's asshole was ready for the insertion of the thermometer. Julie chuckled in agreement as she tauntingly wiggled her butt playfully on my lap. 


Lightheartedly I asked Julie if we could proceed with the temperature reading demonstration using her lubed-up butthole. Julie giggled as she told us that her backdoor was open for whatever we needed to do. Holy fuck did Julie know how to be a hot-assed sexual tease!

I decided to let Jim have the honor of inserting the thermometer up Julie's sexy butthole. Jim's hands shook nervously with delight as his hand settled down between Julie's golden butt cheeks and took aim at her exposed asshole. 

Julie let out a little moan as Jim placed the tip of the thermometer at the entrance to her sweet anus. The rim of Julie's asshole contracted slightly as the cold thermometer touched her very private area. It was fucking hot watching Julie's cute little asshole as it quivered enticingly before our lust-filled eyes. 

Jim started playfully teasing Julie's asshole with the thermometer, pushing slightly in then out. Good God this demonstration was going well. A deep moan escaped Julie's lips as she let the thermometer invade her tight little hole. Ah, what a fuckingly erotic sight! Our eyes feasted deliciously on Julie's tight little buns that were still splattered with white lotion which were framing a cute sexy asshole along with the enticing folds of her pussy. A fucking damn sexy sight!

I playfully massaged Julie's firm ass as Jim pushed the thermometer deeper into her butthole. Julie's asshole shuddered a bit from all the attention it was receiving. I then slipped a couple fingers up Julie's pussy to explore her other hot hole. Julie squealed in girlish delight. Holy fuck was she wet! All too soon the thermometer beeped as Julie's asshole constricted around the little device that had invaded her little butthole so beautifully. Julie giggled as Jim slowly pulled the thermometer out of her anus. The temperature reading was 97.6 degrees, damn perfect for a sexy ass babe!

With Julie's sexy butt in such a compromising position, I decided to up the sexual ante and blaze a new mental trail of sexual discovery for Julie's delightedly naughty exhibitionist mind. Dripping with irony, I boldly commented that the white lotion that was splattered around Julie's upturned ass looked a lot like white cum against her golden butt cheeks. Julie laughed with wicked delight as she glanced over her shouldered at her splattered naked butt with a sultry smile on her face. Carrying forth with my little mind game, I then jokingly asked Jim to make a wild guess about how much hot cum he thought could be pumped into Julie's naughty asshole and pussy. Holy Fuck! Nothing like firing up the imagination!

Fuck, talk about an icebreaker! Julie's already wet pussy was gushing like hell as the sexy lips of her vagina started to swell with wild thoughts of being fucked, used and filled with raging cocks shooting their sticky loads deep inside her. My wicked question also had a major effect on Jim's cock as it pitched a massive tent within his pants at the powerfully suggestive imagery that I had now unleashed. 

Julie let out another sexy giggle as I firmly spread apart her butt cheeks so that Jim and I could gaze into her tight anal canal and pussy as we wickedly commented on the amount of cum that could be spurted into her naughty holes. Our explicit conversation had broken forth a torrent of sexual energy all focused on Julie's naked little butt. Fucking wonderful! 

This whole wild, seductive plan now was leading up to what I hoped to be the main event. In a very direct manner, I asked Jim if he would like to witness the orgasmic dance of Julie's asshole during the peak of her sexual release. Jim's eyes exploded with heated desire at the thought of seeing such an intimate visual display of Julie's wickedly naughty anus. Fuck yes Jim wanted to see the performance! I couldn't help but chuckle at myself for asking such a stupid question. Honestly, after this much buildup, what guy could ever refuse an invitation to watch Julie's sexy asshole in such an erotically explosive show?

I now gave Jim the full game plan about how this erotic show would unfold. Julie let out a heated moan upon hearing how her naughty asshole was to be used and displayed for our viewing pleasure. It was Julie's exhibitionist dream come true. As if on cue, Julie's little asshole tightened with nervous anticipation as it now knew it was to be the star of this evening's entertainment. The main erotic event was about to begin.

With an uninhibited rush of pure spontaneity, Julie got up from my lap with a naughty little grin on her face. Julie then stripped off the rest of her clothes until she was stark naked. Standing in front of Jim and I, Julie seductively licked one of her fingers with her tongue. With a sexy smirk, Julie then turned around and bent over so that Jim and I had a direct view of her cute little naked butt. Placing her wet finger at the entrance to her asshole, Julie teasingly asked if her tight 27-year-old anus would be able to fulfill the erotic needs for tonight's entertainment. Wow, what a fucking hot introduction!

Jim and I laughed with heated encouragement. Seductively, Julie's petite finger now taunted us as it pressed slowly into her puckered little asshole. Julie orgasmic anal audition was now beginning. With a sexy little moan, Julie pushed her finger a little deeper into her tight ass. Julie's exhibitionist spirit was bursting forth with sexual confidence. Fucking hot! The white boiling cum in my balls surged with desperate desire to be unleashed into the sexual temptress that was now bent over in front of me! Fucking, fucking HOT!

Popping her petite finger out of her asshole, Julie then got onto the floor on all fours as she wiggled her beautiful little butt in our direction. Her little puckered asshole was ready to receive its audience. Hot damn! Jim and I peeled off our clothes allowing our cocks to spring free. Lust was in our eyes as our dicks popped out at full salute. We were all horny as hell.

Julie eagerly straddled on top of me as I laid down on the floor. Positioning my super hard cock at the entrance to her very wet pussy, Julie groaned with wild abandon as my dick filled her tight cunt. God, her hot pussy felt wonderful around my enraged cock!

According to plan, Jim moved his face directly behind Julie's exposed upturned butt. I grabbed around Julie's waist so that my fingers dug into her butt cheeks with the evil intent of spreading them apart to fully expose her vulnerable asshole to Jim's lustful eyes. I wanted Jim to have an explicit view of her sexually charged anus as I pound my cock into her pussy. Julie cried out in sheer delight at being used and exhibited in such a wildly wicked way.

I pounded my hard cock into Julie's hot pussy with full force. My balls were aching to release their hot, sticky load. Still gripping her sweet butt cheeks, I pulled her tight buns apart and encouraged Jim to lick Julie's naughty asshole. 

I knew that Julie's exhibitionist fantasies would explode full force with the knowledge that her little butthole was being displayed and licked in such an intimately exposed way. Julie's body shook with a feverish jolt of sexual energy as she felt Jim's hot tongue pressed up against her exposed asshole. Holy fuck she was on fire! 

Jim was being treated to an extremely intimate front-row seat of Julie's anus as his tongue darted around the crack of her sexy ass. God damn, Jim was a lucky man! 

Julie's flushed face showcased a woman that was blasting off into the wild frontier of sexual ecstasy. Julie's exposed ass was finally getting the full erotic attention it craved. I could sense that my naughty little princess was about to reveal the full erotic glory of her super sexy little asshole during the throes of orgasmic passion. Julie was going mad with unfettered passion as she bounced feverishly up and down my hard cock as her little asshole was being invaded by Jim's tongue. 

Suddenly, Julie let out an earth-shattering moan as her body shook violently atop my hard cock. Wave upon wave of orgasmic energy jolted throughout Julie's sexy body. I could sense Julie's sexy butthole trembling with exhibitionist zeal at its moment in the spotlight. Holy fuck! I could only imagine the explicitly erotic imagery that Julie's orgasmic asshole spasms were providing for Jim's viewing pleasure. 

Holy FUCK! Just the wicked thought of what was happening down between Julie's ass crack was enough to push my lust-filled mind into overdrive. Suddenly I let out a massive groan. My cock could not withstand the fired-up passion of a hundred million sperm that lurched violently toward Julie's hot pussy. Gripping her sweet ass tightly, I pounded Julie's naked body down upon my hard shaft and released a gusher of hot white cum deep inside her wet cunt. Fucking glorious! My sexy goddess screamed in wicked ecstasy as she felt my cock unleash spurts of hot, sticky cum deep inside her heated loins. 

Fuck that felt good! My mind drifted a bit in a hazy euphoria as the last regiments of my hot sperm invaded the inner depths of Julie's well-fucked pussy. 

Julie collapsed on top of me as minor jolts of sexual energy continued to flow over her sexy body. Looking across Julie's upturned butt cheeks I could see that Jim had a big grin on his face. Fuck, what an amazing show he just had! 

Finally the mind fog began to clear after a few minutes and my lustful spirit started taking a hold of me again. My mind was exploding with super-heated thoughts of peering into Julie's tight anal canal as her asshole spasm with orgasmic glee. I wanted to see the amazing show that Jim had just witnessed!

Having regained my breath, I slapped Julie's butt cheeks hard and told her that it was my turn to watch her little asshole's orgasmic dance. Julie giggled sexily as she slowly got up and then playfully bent over so that her little butthole was fully on display for my viewing pleasure. I could fully sense Julie's exhibitionist spirit was relishing the sexual power of her naked butt, which could drive men wild with lustful passion. Fuckingly beautiful!

Now it was Jim's turn to fuck Julie's cunt to kingdom cum! Jim's cock was as hard as a board and he was desperately ready to piston drive Julie's pussy into sexual nirvana. Jim laid down on the floor with his hard shaft pointed towards the ceiling. Julie positioned her naked body over his excited cock and eased the hard shaft towards the entrance of her very wet pussy. I had a perfect view as I positioned myself directly behind Julie's beautiful ass as her wet pussy lips wrapped around Jim's cock. Julie moaned loudly as Jim fully entered into her hot wet pussy in one big thrust. 

Without hesitation I firmly spread apart Julie's ass cheeks giving me an unrestricted view of her sexy asshole. Julie moaned in heated ecstasy as she felt her ass crack being explicitly displayed before my lust-filled eyes. God, how I had waited for this moment!

I pressed my face between Julie's upturned butt cheeks as Jim slowly fucked her pussy. Julie let out a sexy moan as her asshole quivered with sexual anticipation. Using my tongue, I slipped my wet tool along her sexy ass crack and around her puckered little asshole. Fuck this was fun! 

Slowly I rimmed Julie's delectable little asshole with my hot tongue. Julie moan in delight as her sexy body soaked up all the erotic activity happening to both of her sexy holes. As Jim continued thrusting his cock deep into Julie's fiery cunt, I was fully ravishing her ass. I wickedly danced my tongue around her sensitively exposed anus as it quivered expectantly with each sensational touch. Holy fuck what a sexually intimate experience!

My hungry eyes were just inches away from Julie's provocatively displayed anus that was showcased magnificently between her sexy butt cheeks. Fucking wonderful! Julie let out a sexy moan as her little butt continued to bounce slowly up and down atop Jim's cock. With a sharp slap on her golden butt cheeks, I mockingly demanded that Julie open up her tight asshole for a visual inspection. Julie let out a sexy squeal at my explicitly wicked command. 

I knew that my demand to inspect her asshole while she was getting fucked in her pussy was going to put Julie's sexually charged mind into overdrive. After a couple more sharp slaps on her sexy upturned butt, I then proceeded to spread apart her ass cheeks as I firmly pressed the nozzle of lotion into her puckered asshole. 

Julie squealed with uncontrollable delight, as she knew full well what I was about to do. As Jim continued to fuck her wet pussy, I firmly squeezed the bottle causing a gusher of cool white lotion to invade her hot anal passageway. Julie howled in super-heated ecstasy, as both of her hot holes were being used and filled at the same time. 

As I playfully pulled the nozzle out of Julie's anus, a large amount of excess lotion spattered all over her golden butt cheeks. Holy fuck Julie looked hot! The splattered lotion across her naked butt looked like Julie's ass had been ejaculated on with the sticky white cum from a dozen guys!

Julie glanced back over her shoulder at the globs of white lotion dripping off her sexy ass. A fired up naughty smile came across her face as her mind exploded with wildly graphic thoughts upon seeing all the ejaculate-looking white cum spattered all over her naked butt. Within an instant Julie's sexual switch flipped into hyperdrive as her sexually explicit mind detonated with all of her deep-seated exhibitionist fantasies rushing in at once. 

In animal-like fury, Julie pounded down upon Jim's cock as if it was the last pole on earth. Julie's sexual explosions where tearing down any inhibitions as her feminine body reach for the stars. Julie's lotion filled asshole was starting to dance erotically before my very eager eyes. 

With a naughty grin on my face, I pressed a finger up Julie's lubricated anus. With a girlish squeal of sexual bliss, Julie pushed her butt back towards my invading finger. Fuck her little asshole was tight! Julie's well-lubricated butthole eagerly took the whole length of my finger at one go. 

I playfully wiggled my finger deep inside her anal canal as Jim's cock thrusted hard into her wet pussy. The sheer volume of erotic thoughts and sensations was pushing Julie over the orgasmic waterfall. With an earth-shattering wail, Julie's body shook violently with rippling jolts of sexual energy. Suddenly Julie's anus spasmed open, releasing my finger from its tight grip. Holy fuck! Julie's sexy asshole was starting an earth-shattering performance of explicitly erotic beauty as it started to pulsate with wild abandon between her naked butt cheeks.

I watched captivated as Julie's sexy little asshole spasm wildly in orgasmic shockwaves allowing explicitly intimate views up her hot anal passageway. Julie screamed in sheer ecstasy as orgasmic jolts rocked throughout her sexy body. The walls of nirvana were collapsing all around her as Julie's little asshole pulsated in pure orgasmic pleasure. Julie's lotion-filled asshole was giving an epic performance that was framed perfectly between her sexy butt cheeks. It was an erotic sight that sent shockwaves of visual pleasure into the depths of my wickedly happy sexually charged mind. 

Almost without warning, Jim's body froze momentarily as his cock unleashed a fountain of white cum deep inside Julie's cunt. Julie's hot vaginal hole was being filled with a gusher of hot cum being milked directly from Jim's overloaded balls. Julie's asshole spasmed with erotic joy as Jim's spurting cum flowed deep into her well-fucked body. My eyes soaked up the heavenly view only inches away from Julie's very compromised asshole. God, what a fuckingly hot sight! Julie's provocatively exposed anus was putting on another full-featured show as it winked away like a heavenly star before my field of vision. Fucking wonderful!

Julie let out a sexy whimper as Jim's cock melted with total satisfaction within her cum filled pussy. I was still soaking up the explicit view of looking directly into Julie's anal hole as it quivered in the last throes of sexual bliss. Little beads of white lotion were still splattered around the rim of her sexy puckered asshole. Julie's sexy naked butt was a fucking wonder to behold. It looked like a dozen guys had sprayed her lovely butt, asshole and pussy with loads of sticky white cum. It was a perfect image to store away within my eternal memory bank after watching the closing act of Julie's orgasmic butthole performance.

It took a while for all of us to come down off our sexual highs. Our evening was an amazingly explosive sexual experience beyond my wildest dreams. Slowly we all moved out of the sexual fog and back down to terra firma.

To help set a relaxed tone, I mockingly apologized to Jim for having veered slightly off course with my demonstration of taking Julie's anal temperature. I joked with him that maybe with a little luck we might be able to try it again some day. This light-hearted comment seemed like a good way to dispel any possible awkwardness as we came off our sexually charged euphoria. It was an indirect way of expressing our open-spirited attitude to Jim about this whole sexual experience.

After Jim left the house, I lovingly washed the folds of Julie's pussy lips and the rim of her sexy asshole with a warm washcloth. Julie moaned with satisfaction as my hand slowly removed the lotion splattered around her asshole and the white cum on her pussy. After such a sexually charged, mind popping evening, the finishing act was a surprisingly tender moment of sexual bliss. 

I loved Julie's exhibitionist nature that allowed me uninhibited views of her beautifully naked body in action. By the twinkle in her eye, I could sense that Julie's exhibitionist fantasies had also been fully played out during our amazing erotic evening. 

That night in my dreams I continued replaying the immensely erotic imagery of Julie's exhibitionist asshole exposing its powerful feminine secrets between her sexy butt cheeks. Now that's a dream that I wanted to go on and on and on forever! ;)

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Exhibitionist Joy Ride



This was, hands down, my best experience with someone I met on the Internet. Her ad -- titled "do u like 2 show off?" -- was short and sweet: "Does any man out there like to show off? I'm curious and just wondering what it would be like to meet up and watch you masturbate... (would prefer to meet in public or car)."

I sent her an email. And I soon received a response from "Jen." We emailed back and forth for a while, exchanging fantasies of streaking and public sex. I was a bit surprised that most of her fantasies involved her forcing men (or sometimes women) to be nude, often in public. She also said she had a real car fetish. She loved to flash guys from her convertible on long road trips. I hoped she was real. She sounded like fun. 

We arranged to meet on a Monday evening. She drove over to pick me up around nine. I was really nervous when the doorbell rang. She looked a bit older than her claimed 39 years old, but nonetheless looked great. She barged in, saying "some exhibitionist you are, fully dressed. Let's see the goods!" She stood with her hands on her hips, staring at me. 

I liked Jen already. She was about my height, 5'10" in flats. She was very toned, a swimmer's build, with broad shoulders. Her auburn hair was shoulder length, framing her cute, freckled face and blue eyes. "Let's go," she said again. Apparently I had spent a bit too much time admiring her. 

I quickly undid my belt and took down my jeans, revealing my now half-hard cock. 

"I don't just want to see that," she blurted out, "I want to see you nude. Let's go." 

For some reason, I couldn't help but obey her without really thinking. I quickly stripped nude. And then posed for her as she directed. 

"Not bad, you're already more fun that most of the saps I meet on-line. Let's go," she said as she turned to leave. I quickly got dressed and followed her out the door. 

She'd parked on the street in front of my place. Jen walked up to a cherry-red, convertible Mustang. Not exactly subtle, but a pretty nice car. The top was down. I climbed in the passenger's side and she drove off as soon as I shut the door.

"So, you're going to jack off for me, right?"

"Sure," I said, a bit less confidently than I'd hoped.

A couple of minutes later, she pulled into a grocery store parking lot. She didn't park right in front, but she didn't exactly park in a dark corner either. She flipped off the engine and turned to look at me. I eased the seat back a bit, unbuttoned my jeans, and pushed them down a bit. I grabbed my cock in one hand and cupped my balls with the other. Jen playfully stroked my neck as I stroked my cock. 

As I grew more aroused, I began to moan, apparently forgetting exactly where I was. I felt some pre-cum leaking onto my hand. I soon reached the point of no return and ejaculated a huge load of cum all over myself. 

"Mmmmm, nice work," she cooed. "We need to get you cleaned up."

She started the car and drove off.

"That was awesome," Jen told me. "Are you up for some more fun this evening?"

"Sure."

"Great," she said as she pulled into a gas station, parked in the side parking lot, and turned off the engine. "OK, I want you to walk into the restroom, close the door, take off all of your clothes, put them into this bag, and walk -- don't run -- back to the car," she said in a stern voice. 

This sounded amazing. The walk wasn't more than 20 feet, but I would definitely be seen by anyone in the parking lot. I gave her a sheepish look and hesitated. 

"Go now," she commanded." I took the plastic bag she handed me and got out of the car. I walked over to the uni-sex restroom and went in. I left the door unlocked figuring if someone walked in on me that would make my nudity look more accidental. I took off my shoes and socks and put them in the bag. Next my shirt. And then my jeans. Then I slipped off my boxers and stood totally nude. I fluffed up my cock a bit. And wiped it off with a paper towel. 

My heart rate was off the chart as I grabbed the doorknob. I opened the door and walked out stark naked into the parking lot. It felt great, the slight wind on my skin. I looked over to Jen's car. Shit, she was gone. I looked around and was about to panic when I heard a car horn. I looked over and saw Jen waiving. She was parked across the street, about half a block away. 

I walked quickly to her car. After briefly thinking I'd been ditched, I was focused on getting to Jen and was totally oblivious to the numerous folks who saw me naked. I crossed the street and climbed into the passenger seat of Jen's car. She was laughing. 

"Awesome," she said as she drove off, "you really are a lot of fun." 

I reached for my clothes in the bag. 

"Oh no," she ordered, "you stay naked for our next stop." 

After a few minutes she pulled up in front of an apartment building in a busy residential area. She giggled as she got out her cell phone and sent a text message. 

A few minutes later I heard a woman call to Jen. She came over to the car and they started talking. I didn't know if she'd failed to notice that I was nude or if she was ignoring me. Then Jen asked her "would you like to show him off somewhere? Or maybe give him a spin?" She reached over and grabbed my cock as she offered me up.

"Can't," she responded as if talking about catching a movie, "Sam is over." 

"Maybe Sam would like him," Jen laughingly responded as she gently stroked my cock, bringing it back to life. 

"I'm sure he would. But I'm not into watching that today." 

I wasn't sure what that meant but I was glad when Jen drove off. 

She let me get dressed again and drove for a while. 

"Well, should we make one more stop to show you off or should I drop you off," she asked. 

"Another stop would be fun." 

"Cool," she said," I want to watch you naked at a Laundromat." 

And I thought the gas station streak was bad. This sounded much more risky. But that really turned me on as well. 

Unfortunately, the first spot we found closed early. We walked to another Laundromat I knew of about two blocks away. It was mostly empty, but well lit with large windows in front and three rows of machines. She took me behind the first row of washing machines and began rubbing my cock through my jeans. 

She leaned over and whispered to me, "play it cool and slowly take out your cock and jack off." I slowly took down my pants and pulled out my cock. I was excited, but very nervous. I gently stroked my cock until it was very hard. Again, I couldn't tell if the other patrons didn't notice me or were ignoring me. As I stroked I got more and more turned on. I cupped my balls with my other hand. 

One of the other customers was now openly staring at me. An older woman, and she did not look happy.

Jen pointed to the back parking lot where it was dark. I pulled up my pants. We went out the back door and to the side of the building, which adjoined an alley. 

Jen pushed me up against the wall and then got down on her knees in front of me. She slowly undid my pants and took out my cock. Her mouth was so warm and wet. It felt amazing. She licked my cock and balls and ran her hands over my nearly nude body. She finally began seriously deep-threading me. 

After a few minutes, a car turned into the alley and shined its headlights right on us. The woman driving the car looked very surprised but she drove on without slowing down. Jen didn't stop as the woman drove past. I was so turned on by being seen that I immediately came and shot my hot, creamy load into her mouth. She swallowed every drop.

Because we'd been seen, we didn't linger and got out of there pretty quickly. Jen drove me home and we agreed to go out for another long drive next weekend.



Exhibitionist Lingerie Spa for Men



One day at work, a good friend of mine suggested I check out a day spa that caters to men only. He mentioned that they keep their existence very quiet and only allow new clients who have been referred by existing, discrete clients. He whispered the name, Fallen Angel Spa. Curious, I asked why the secrecy when he explained that they only have hot, female employees who wear very sexy lingerie. And their "services", which although are the usual spa services, are performed in a much more "personal" way. I immediately took the hint and scheduled an appointment for the upcoming Saturday morning.

I arrived at the correct address, but was quite taken aback because it was just a plain door with only the address number above the door, in a really run down industrial area. But I forged ahead anyway. The really tiny lobby had just a call box on the wall. Once announcing who I was, the door was buzzed open, and to my welcome surprise, I entered a very high-class and nicely adorned front lobby that opened up into a large room containing a couple rows of barber chairs. It looked like any of those really swank spas with the big store fronts.

It took me a few seconds to take it all in, so at first I didn't notice the lovely blond receptionist sitting low behind the counter. I could only see her smiling face, as she welcomed me to the spa. The young, and very hot receptionist then stood up as I approached the counter. Wow, she was topless, and sporting a really nice rack that was just begging to be ogled. I delightfully followed her to a little locker room off to the side. She instructed me to come back out wearing one of the robes and to feel free to use the lockers if I wished. Thinking I was to play along, but taking a big risk of being thrown out if I didn't follow the rules, I removed all my street clothes and donned just the robe.

I was then escorted to my stylist's station by the topless receptionist. She was wearing only a very short skirt and high heels, so she really didn't need to tell me to follow her, as I would have followed that swishing ass regardless. Soon thereafter, my stylist appeared from the back room. 

Through the mirror, I caught her approaching from behind me. She sauntered ever closer and playfully swung her curvy hips as she circled around and arched up against the counter in front of me, taking a practiced, sexy pose. She paused for effect before speaking, knowing that she could distract any man from conscious thought, simply by posing in sexy lingerie. She definitely had that effect on me alright.

She was probably in her early thirties by the way she carried herself, but still had the tight body of a much younger woman. Long, strawberry blond hair cascaded down her soft bare shoulders, gently kissing the tops of her succulent breasts pushed up for effect by a very purposeful corset. She had a very beautiful face atop a curvy body that was definitely poured into the corset bodysuit. My dick was visibly trying to bust out of my robe, and I had absolutely lost any control over it.

She purred when she spoke, introducing herself a Rachel, and welcoming me to the Fallen Angel Spa. I found it difficult to concentrate as we began to discuss what services I'd like. She offered the usual spa treatments, haircut, nails, waxing and hot sauna, without even hinting of any "added" services. Thinking with my dick of course, I selected those services that would give me even the slightest opportunity to engage in my exhibitionist tendencies in front of these lovely ladies. So I agreed on a full-service haircut, back waxing (even though I only had a few stray hairs) and hot sauna at the end.

Rachel then led me to the hair washing station where I was introduced to a young, hot and very sexy Latin minx named Sophia. She wore a see-through robe with a frilly bra and panty set underneath. She had a medium build, but even through the shear robe I could tell she had a very taught body. She had me lay back with my head in the basin. I had my eyes closed as I restfully pondered the soapy, head massage I was about to receive from this lovely Latina.

In a sexy accent, Sophia quizzically asked, "Why do you close your eyes? You're supposed to enjoy the sights of all the beautiful women in lingerie walking around the spa."

I replied, "Why, I was just exercising a little imagination, and picturing you nude as you washed my hair." 

She laughingly replied, "Silly boy. You don't need to imagine that at all. Just open your eyes."

Hearing that, I quickly opened my eyes and looked to find Sophia already had her robe off, and with hands behind her back, was releasing her bra. She was in a playful mood, looking directly into my lustful eyes and visibly excited that she could play into my carnal desires. Her perky boobs soon sprung free from their confinement and jiggled ever so gracefully, for my full enjoyment. They were perfectly round, jutting straight out, and topped with engorged nipples that just invited my wanton touch. My hands arose as if on autopilot, heading to cop a feel. A playful scolding from Sophia's waving finger allowed me to gain control once again. I could tell my wandering hands were going to get me in lots of trouble throughout the day.

She then continued, turning away from me and bending over to slip her panties down her heart-shaped ass. With a little celebration wiggle, she delighted in her accomplishment, as she revealed to me that she doesn't do that for all the customers, especially the new ones. She stripped fully nude only because I was definitely one of her better looking customers and she was feeling particularly randy that morning. She also reminded me to thank my friend who recommended this place, as he was a long-time customer who called in a favor this time. Oh ya, I'll definitely be thanking him.

Having Sophia fully nude was only the beginning though. As she then climbed on top of me to perform her hair washing duties. She straddled my hips and reached way over me to adjust the water spigots and grab the bottle of shampoo. She pressed her perky boobs right into my face every time. Then she rocked back and forth, dry humping my swollen dick, as she massaged my scalp and washed my hair. After a thorough first rinsing, she paused and rose up, giving me a full view of her surgically-enhanced tits and bald pussy. Appearing to contemplate a missing step in her hair-washing routine, she quickly piped-up, upon remembering what she forgot.

She then dis-mounted me and proceeded to pull open my robe, fully exposing my naked, well-toned body within, just itching for the opportunity to show off to any admirers. I take care of my body, with lots of tennis, cycling and of course weight training or volleyball at the local nudist resort. I was also blessed by the endowment gods, as I sport a very well-shaped dick that is both long and beefy. I constantly thank my Catholic circumcision, which caused my little helmet to grow big and strong, much to the delight of the ladies. 

Once again I thoroughly relished the usual reaction, as Sophia quipped a little gasp at seeing my fully-engorged, male pleasure tool spring into action. She uncontrollably wobbled back, tits jiggling, as if to give it room. She felt compelled, unable to turn away, as she stared at it with shocking admiration. I noticed her lips parting, knowing the look well, as I also surmise that a little wetness was building between her other lips.

Sophia finally spoke, as I laughed at her condition, "Well, that's quite a cock you have there fella. Can I uh, uh, ya know, take a little ride while I finish your hair, please?" I replied that I'd be happy to comply with any request from a naked lady. Excitedly, she began to climb on top again, when she stopped herself as if forgetting something important, and climbed back down.

Disappointed, I asked what was wrong. She replied, "Um, hang on. We have something special for customers like you. It's you lucky day. But, I gotta go get my manager for this... be right back." As I saw her naked ass sprint away around the corner. Now I was a little concerned. Was I in trouble for something? Why does the manager need to get involved, ugh? Wait a second; Sophia was the one who opened my robe in the first place, so why could it be my fault. I closed my robe anyway while I wait there with a wet head.

I spied the two women returning, Sophia excitedly leading the way, totally comfortable walking through her workplace without a stitch on. I gathered she must do that a lot. I hope I'd see more of the employees casually walking around naked.

The early forty-ish lady with Sophia introduced herself as Barbara, the general manager. She too was wearing lingerie, and held herself pretty well in a white baby doll. A few years had passed, but she still gained my full attention; even hoping to see her mirror Sophia's current wardrobe. She seemed a little blasé and irritated that Sophia had dragged her out onto the floor before her morning coffee had taken effect. But the bouncy, lithe Sophia assured her the interruption would be worth it.

Sophia began telling Barbara about her discovery, while I had a hard time tearing my gaze away from the jiggling, pert love mounds on display right in front of me. Sophia spouted to Barbara, "Remember when you said that whenever we get a real hunk through the door that we can take a few liberties and have a little fun if he's willing." Barbara nodded her head ever so slightly, as Sophia continued, "And you know how all us girls are card-carrying exhibitionists; always looking for a little nudie fun. And how difficult it is to find an actual cool guy who will put up with us, that isn't a total ugly perve. You see where I'm going with this Barbara?"

The lingerie-clad manager is becoming curious at Sophia's rant, sneaking glances my direction when her naked hair wash girl makes each point. Overhearing the conversation, the topless receptionist another lingerie-clad stylist soon enter the room, curious as to hear what Sophia is going on about and what it has to do with me.

My robe is still covering me, but with all the excitement, the tent is holding a full complement of circus folk again, just itching to break free for an admiring gallery.

Barbara finally agrees to let Sophia expose her discovery, but only after she gets the nod from me that I'll participate in the silly games. She gingerly lifts one side of my robe and peeks inside to make sure I'm "fully-presentable", as I nod to assure her I have been for awhile. She then quickly whips off my remaining cover and yelps a big "ta-da", announcing her discovery. Gasps from the whole room responded to my fully-engorged monster dick. Barbara then loudly and excitedly announced, "Let the games begin..."

That must have been the catch phrase in the Fallen Angel Spa that released a whole lotta pent-up libido. For when hearing those magical words, all three of the still lingerie-clad women in the room quickly got as naked as Sophia. Barbara told Sophia that she could have the parade honor because she was the first to discover that they had a new hunk of the week. She quickly got me fully-naked in the chair and purred that the parade can wait, because she wasn't done with my hair yet. She then took her previous position on top of me and while completing her hair washing tasks, had her wet pussy fully-stuffed with my dick. 

She rode it for a good long time while the three naked ladies in the room watched intently, each with a hand in their crotch. They were obviously working towards their own elevated state of arousal. But I noticed each stopped long before the groans would have normally started, and left the room. Then even Sophia stopped riding my dick at the first sign that I was approaching an orgasm. She revealed that I would have plenty of opportunity later, but that in fairness to the other girls, I needed to stay hard and not release until it was the right time. This game sounded good to me, so I accepted her terms. She dried my hair and dick and led me out into the main salon.

She led me around like a trophy, which of course I thoroughly enjoyed. Playing the part of a peacock really kept my dick hard, as I actually enjoy the exhibitionism and public teasing much more than actual sex. Let's face it; the actual act of sex gets rather procedural after a few years. Don't get me wrong, I love it, but exhibitionism is different every time and the thrill of almost getting caught is addictive. So being paraded around a business, showing my hard dick to a bunch of hot, lingerie-clad women was beyond exciting, and words really can't begin to describe the feeling.

I quickly found out that the "parade" at this secret spa involved being naked myself, and being led around the entire establishment by the prize-winning employee, who was of course naked herself. As a matter of company routine, all the stylists and helpers are only required to wear lingerie. But if they feel the need, for whatever reason, they are free to get as naked as they desire. But since all the employees are exhibitionists at heart, and perfectly comfortable tending their duties in the buff, a few rituals have emerged, such as the hunk-of-the-week parade, of which I am the main attraction this time.

Before we begin the "parade" game, Sophia stands me in the middle of the main room and while slowly stroking my dick, explains the rules to me. As I'm led around to meet each stylist in turn, they are supposed to strip while chatting up a conversation. Then on my second lap, after every employee is naked, I have to do whatever the employee asks of me. Curious as to the "whatever" clause, Sophia explains that it may include either a sexual act to be performed, or an act of exhibitionism. She has already determined from talking with me that I'm probably up for either, so doesn't even bother to ask. I like this girl.

We first return to my assigned stylist, Rachel, who promptly slithers out of her tight corset upon realizing I will soon be in her chair, and she can grind and slither up against my swollen member at will. I was right about her, those curves keep their shape even when the corset is removed. I turned to Sophia and whispered in her ear, asking if Rachel would ride my dick while I'm in the chair getting a haircut. Sophia just smiled. I smiled back at Rachel, moving close and stuffing two fingers up her pussy as I cooed that I couldn't wait to get in her chair. 

The next three encounters with stylists were surprisingly similar. Each of the girls, Mandy, Bridget and Wendy, were very skinny, with flat chests and similar attitudes toward the parade game. They were young, right out of glam school with their own little click, and only stripped to stave off any future ridicule. Definitely not into it, but they each did have a nice little, taught ass. Each of the three had a customer in their chair, men all fully-clothed of course. Each guy was appreciative of me and the game though, for each had been trying for a few visits to get their favorite stylist out of their lingerie. Glad I could help guys. 

Sophia and I passed the front lobby, just to make sure the blond receptionist was greeting new customers in the nude. She was, and even told us she stayed nude on her smoke break out in the alley behind the building. She was hoping to flash an unsuspecting worker from one of the other businesses in the industrial park, but since it was a Saturday, nobody caught her this day. Their loss, but she vowed to keep trying.

Sophia then led me into the back rooms of the spa where the saunas are located. We rounded a corner and bumped right into the spa attendant. She either got a jump on the game, or just decided to go feel the freedom that day, because she was already nude. And boy was I enamored within a microsecond. We all laughed off the collision, but my dick took the full force of the hit. It took a few seconds for us to realize what happened, but quite a bit longer for me to come to my senses, as I was dealing with the pain of a bruised dick combined with a fluttering heart, both caused by this gorgeous specimen of womanhood standing right in front of me.

She had a beautiful face, with cascading blond hair. I estimated she was in her mid thirties, and just exuded sexual passion with the way she moved and expressed herself. Besides all that, her prominent weapon of mass distraction was her very large and perfectly-hung breasts. I was beside myself with anticipation. They were easily D-cups or larger, and stood very firm, without a hint of sag at all. They were so perfect, I suspected they just had to be store-bought, but maybe not, because they perfectly complemented the rest of her body and didn't have that usual crease on the side.

I just stood there, frozen. But, both girls sprang into action, their maternal instincts engaging fully, as their concern focused on my possibly-damaged dick. It had been fully erect before we rounded that corner, a result of Sophia's diligent attention to use any and all means to keep me erect during the parade tour. And when I'm standing while fully erect, my dick points straight out in front of me, unlike most guys who point off to the side. So, I have a spear out in front of me, leading the way, and it's not the first time I've accidently bumped into something, or somebody. If I hit hard enough, it bends pretty good, and a hard dick is not supposed to be forcibly bent like that. It hurts.

Both girls dropped to their knees for a closer look, and carefully inspected my dick. After a few tugs and plenty of probing for any visible bruising, the girls declared that there weren't any obvious signs of damage. And after a minute or so, the pain subsided. Whew, we didn't want a broken dick to spoil the day's fun.

Once gaining our composure, Sophia proudly introduced me to her favorite person at the spa, Sheila. Of course I had to Sheila why she was already nude, to which she explained that because she was the sauna attendant, she was constantly going in and out of the dry and steam saunas. It was her duty to "attend" to the customers and make sure they were enjoying themselves. And she also admitted to preferring to be nude as much as possible, even when out on the main floor. She wasn't fully nude though, as she stepped back and twirled for effect. She was wearing a thick, gold-beaded belly chain. It was decorated along its length, with a cascade of dangling beads in front and back. Just enough decoration to draw attention to her perfectly-shaped ass and inviting bare pussy.

Then as she slithered into a super sultry pose, she purred, "Besides, it would be such a waste to cover this body... don't you think... monster dick boy!!"

I asked Sophia to stay awhile, to which she readily agreed. Sheila was just so delightful to talk with. There's much more than just a sultry body to admire, she was witty and very intelligent. Two traits that I always gravitate toward with boundless enthusiasm. Sophia boasts that her friend Sheila is a licensed psychologist, concert pianist and lots of other interesting things. Curious, I ask Sheila what she's doing in this place, considering all the other interesting jobs she could have. She delighted in telling her story, "Oh, I still dabble in those other activities, and still conduct a few group therapy sessions each week, but I really enjoy my time at the spa. Where else can I stay nude all day, man handle guys at will, be a total cock tease and satisfy my addiction as an exhibitionist." I couldn't agree more.

I tried my best to look Sheila in the eye while listening intently to her story, but I couldn't help sneaking lots of glances down her shapely body, especially when her animated storytelling caused her vivacious boobs to shimmy in an ever so rhythmic dance. I could tell she really enjoyed the attention, as I also totally enjoyed her downward peeks at my engorged play toy. The tension was felt by all.




Exhibitionist Lingerie Spa for Men



I thought back to the rules of the parade game and remembered what round two entailed. Once everybody was naked, I was to play along with any special requests. Hmmm, Sophia and I hadn't made it around to all the employees yet, so officially I still needed to get the rest of them to strip. But when we happened across Sheila, she was already nude, so round two rules could actually apply in this instance. I explained my logic to the girls, to which they reluctantly agreed. 

Upon hearing the good news, all kinds of exhibitionist adventures starring Sheila went rushing through my mind. The whirlwind was intense. My dick was close to a full erection throughout the conversation, but was now quickly responding to thoughts of Sheila. I was soon sporting a super-erection, and presented it to Sheila. I explained that my super-erection, as indicated by my little helmet becoming beet purple, was rare. I complemented her on those cock-teasing skills.

I convinced the girls to continue with our intellectual conversation, but I wanted a more interesting location than the back halls next to a pile of towels. They both thought for a moment, then quickly agreed on one of their favorite spots. They led me out into the main stylist room, Sheila leading the charge followed by the Latin bombshell Sophia. I was struggling though to keep in step with Sophia, for she had a death grip around my dick to keep me in tow. I was lead all the way through the main room, but not given the chance to admire all the naked stylists. We, well I, stumbled through the employee break room and ended up in a very small, stinky utility closet. A couple girls in the break room shouted to make sure they bring me back. I followed Sophia's glistening pussy up a ladder, emerging into blinding daylight.

It took a few seconds to adjust to the bright light, but I soon realized that the girls had taken me to a rooftop lounge of sorts. The wood deck was finished nicely, but it looked like they were still adding all the cabinetry and a large wet bar. There were already a couple dozen lounge chairs, a couple tent cabana things with lots of pillows inside, and a temporary mini bar next to a small grill. We were standing on what was the rooftop of the first story, which only covered about a quarter of the building. The rest of the building had two stories, so there were big walls above us on two sides. The other two sides made up the corner of the bleak building, so dropped off to the parking lot and alley below. 

As I walked closer to the edge I could see my car in the parking lot. Across the parking stood an old office building. It looked to have about a dozen floors and was well past its prime. It was the weekend, so I wasn't surprised to see only about thirty cars in the large side parking lot. Both girls stood proud on their tip toes facing the building and waved gleefully to their fans. Sheila revealed that, second only to her naked runs through the trails in the local mountains, flashing the guys in the office building is one of her favorite places to flash. 

Sophia explained that the girls often have parties up here after work, some choosing to go naked. The building only has a couple companies left, with nearly their entire staff all men. So the girls are welcome and encouraged to provide a little afternoon entertainment. They get plenty of business from the guys too. The girls couldn't recall if this was the first time they brought a male customer to the rooftop, but this was definitely the first time they brought a naked guy along. Both girls stood behind me, pressing their soft boobs into my back, and positioned us to face the office building. They teasingly said that this will also be the first time they've fucked out in the open for their adoring fans.

"Well, let's get to it girls. Our fans await", I announced. 

Sheila held off, taking charge, "Not so fast, monster dick boy. Tell me who else you want to fuck besides Sophia and me. I can get anybody from the spa up here. Also, if you want an audience from our staff, I can arrange that too. So, what'll it be? With a dick like that, not one girl downstairs would refuse."

Hmmm, I had to think a little about that, but finally said, "Well, I definitely want to bonk Rachel. And with you two, that makes a really nice triple play. As for an audience, I believe I should respect the boss and invite Barbara to watch, naked of course. Then just to teach that uptight trio how to loosen up and live a little, I want Mandy, Bridget and Wendy front and center during the show. I'll think of something else for them while they're on their way up, unless you two have any devious ideas." Sheila headed back down, a noticeable spring in her step, excited about her upcoming performance.

I told Sophia to start dancing a little and seductively gyrating to the guys in the building. She took the hint, doing her best to entice more voyeurs to their windows. Sheila returned in short order, beaming as she emerged from the roof hatch, announcing success with all my requests. Each lady looked fabulous in the sunshine. Rachel appeared first, a little hesitant initially because this was the first time she had been naked on the roof during the daylight. But with a little encouragement, she rose the challenge and began enjoying the feeling, even waving to the office building within a few minutes. Soon though, she would have my big dick in her pussy, the ultimate exhibitionist thrill.

Barbara was next to emerge, not the least bit bashful, happily enjoying the warm sunshine on her naked flesh.

We practically had to drag the glam trio up the ladder. Defiant to the end, they emerged with their lingerie back on, much to the displeasure of us nudists. They weren't abiding by the game rules, as their boss sternly reminded them. Sheila took charge of the situation though, and huddled the trio into one of the cabanas. A few minutes later, the glam trio emerged fully naked, but visibly scared of their upcoming role in this little production. Sheila had them under her little finger though, no doubt having blackmail material on each girl. She knew the three girls needed to be pushed way beyond their comfort level if they were ever to become card-carrying exhibitionists. Sheila had big plans for the trio, and she wouldn't let their modesty get in the way. 

She directed each glam girl to position a chaise lounge on the edge of the roof facing the office building. But the foot of the chaise had to actually hang over the edge. The girls didn't know why at first, but soon Sheila would have them masturbating for the audience during the big show. They would be spread wide with their lower legs dangling over the edge, combining three basic fears into one activity. 

The psychologist in Sheila was constantly pushing people to overcome their fears. During the show, the three girls would experience a fear-of-falling, combined with the fear of body exposure (not only to the office building, but anybody in the parking lot), added to the embarrassment of masturbating in front of a building full of pervs. The girls obediently took their positions and waited nervously for their cue. Way to go Sheila.

Barbara took a chaise just behind and to the side of center stage, happily spreading her legs wide, offering the audience a clear view of her special trim job. Barbara was proud of her heart-shaped pubic hair, and took every opportunity available to show it off to any inquisitive customer. She was also the only employee who had any pubic hair at all. All the other women are shaved or waxed clean, either for the enhanced stimulation or because it's just a fad. Either way, all the customers are very appreciative.

We were all just about settled into our places on the main stage, when we hear a faint call from the parking lot near the main entrance of the salon. Barbara recognized the voice and carefully peered over the edge of the roof. She was right, it was her receptionist yelling to get our attention. We all then peeked over the edge, surprised, yet excited to see the young, blond, and still very nude, receptionist waving frantically for us not start the show yet. She said the boys in the office building want to send over one of their guys with an audio transmitter, so they could hear the action while they watch it from the building.

It sounded like a good plan to us, so we told her to invite the guy over, and we'll wait.

Well, the audio guy was taking his time, and I was losing my erection. So, Sheila instructed each glam girl in turn to play the fluffer girl role and to do whatever it took to keep me hard. The girls were real creative, two of them sucking my dick and the third giving me a long hand job. The sound guy finally showed, set up his equipment and nervously asked if he could stay to watch. We let him stay, only after he agreed to keep his hands off the girls. The nerd was in heaven.

We were finally ready for our little exhibitionist show. There we were, a fine cast of characters, on a rooftop, during a sunny Saturday afternoon, in the middle of an industrial park, being watched by thirty or so office workers across a parking lot. It was all pretty surreal, yet to-the-hilt exciting. We were all naked, about to perform an impromptu sex show, baring all to the world, flying in the face of any morality at all, and all the while utterly aware that we could be arrested for a multitude of offences and thrown in jail. Wasn't life grand.

Our ringleader, Sheila, gave the glam girls their cue to begin. Once we confirmed the trio of clit rubbing had started, Sheila, Sophia and Rachel knelt down in front of me. I was treated to six hands expertly fondling my dick, balls and even a stray finger up my butt. I really wanted to shoot my load into Sheila, so I would save her for last. I took a hold of Rachel first, bending her over and pumping her pussy from behind. Sheila and Sophia both positioned themselves underneath her, each sucking vigorously on a big tit. Rachel begged me not to push so far inside her, as my big dick was more than she could take.

I pulled out of Rachel and was on to Sophia, positioning her so I could drive down on her while the other two girls held her in the perfect position. That was just the beginning though, as over the next forty minutes or so I had each of the three beauties thoroughly stuffed in just about every position we could think of. Each of them came at least three times throughout the fuck session. 

I looked up a few times during our fuck session, only to notice the other participants on the roof were enjoying themselves as well. Barbara masturbated herself to multiple climaxes. I also saw that our sound nerd had shed his clothes and was wanking himself.

A couple of the stylists that I hadn't met joined us on the roof, shedding their clothes on the way up. Probably just intending to watch the action, I later saw our sound nerd stuffing his dick into each of the stylists.

Sheila, Sophia, Rachel and I were so into each other, that we later admitted that we totally forgot we were being watched. Only after I finally shot a huge load into Sheila as the closing act, did we collapse on each other and remember that we had an audience. It was a real effort to stand after all that, but we had just enough energy left to take our bow.



Exhibitionist Little Sister Ch. 01



My little sister, Cassie, is eight years younger than I am. Cassie and I have always been close, even considering the age spread between us, so when she became depressed during the summer and didn't seem to break out of it, I was very concerned. Having amassed a considerable amount of unused sick time, personal time and vacation time, and, no longer being able to bear hearing her cry over the phone, I made the decision to go visit her. To say Cassie was happy about me coming would be an understatement, and she promised to have her spare bedroom ready for me and would even stock up on my favorite beer and wine.

Cassie had suffered through a horrible office romance which became public and vicious in the most horrific way. The man involved was a senior executive, and even though he was the one that initially came on to her, she was portrayed as an opportunist, man-stealer trying to seduce a happily married, and very powerful business man. She was immediately professionally humiliated, fired with no severance and effectively blacklisted at most of the agencies in town. 

The bottom line was that Cassie needed my help -- someone's help - so I dropped everything and got on the plane to go see her. The first night I was there, she cuddled up with her head in my lap and I held her while she recounted the lurid details of her office affair and basically cried herself to sleep in my arms. I'd never seen my sister like this, and I knew I'd done the right thing by coming to see her. 

Several weeks earlier, Cassie started seeing a therapist to help her get her life back on track. At first, I was skeptical that therapy would help, but, Cassie spoke so highly of Dr. Charm, and told me she trusted and identified with this woman, so I held my tongue. And, in a way, I was very happy to learn that Cassie wanted me to go with her to see the therapist the day after I arrived for my visit. Hopefully, I'd be able to assess the situation myself and find out if the therapist was helping Cassie, or not.

And so, I sat in the tiny waiting area at Dr. Brenda Charm's office for about thirty minutes before the doctor's door opened and she walked out and introduced herself. Immediately, my first impression was that I liked the woman, too. She had an unassuming smile on her face and her tone and demeanor was very warm and friendly. As she invited me in and closed the door behind her, she gestured to a small couch and invited me to sit next to Cassie. 

Cassie's eyes were red, and there was a box of tissues on the table in front of her. My sister had obviously been upset and crying, and, as I sat next to Cassie, I put my arms around her and asked her if she was okay.

"Robert......," the doctor said, "or I guess its Rob, right?"

"Rob is fine." I answered, looking over at Cassie, who nodded her head and dabbed the tissue to her eyes.

"Cassie has give me permission to talk with you about what's going on in her life," the doctor began, "and if it's okay with you, I'm going to ask Cassie to step out for a few minutes so we can talk. Would that be okay with you?"

"Of course." I replied. 

I watched as Dr. Charms stood and stretched her hand out to Cassie and then walked with her to the door. Stopping for a moment to whisper something into my sister's ear, she patted Cassie on the back, and then let my sister out. Turning back to me, she smiled and then returned to sit in an armchair across from me, crossed her legs primly and politely laid her hands in her lap and said, "It's nice you care about your sister so much that you came out to be with her for a while. She really appreciates what you're doing."

"It's not a problem for me at all." I replied. "I'd just like to see her get back to the old Cassie again."

"Well," the doctor said, "I think you can play a big part in making that happen, Rob. If you two are as close as she says you are, then I'm sure of it."

"At this point, I'm willing to do just about anything." I said. "It breaks my heart to see her cry and moping around like she's been doing."

"The situation is complicated, Rob," the doctor said, "and from what I gather, Cassie hasn't been completely forthcoming with you about her depression. But, before we talk much further, I need to tell you that you're probably going to be shocked at what you're going to hear from me today. You need to prepare yourself for that, and, if you're serious about helping your sister get back on her old self, you're going to need an open mind and accept some things as the way they are."

Although I heard her words, I had no idea what she was talking about. Doctor Charms could see I didn't understand what she was eluding to, and told me not to worry about it right this instant, saying, "For now, you need to accept the fact that you're going to be shocked, and, accept the fact that you can't change certain aspects of your sister's life. Can you do that?"

"A few moments ago I told you I'd be willing to do anything to help." I reminded the good doctor. "Shocked or not, Cassie is my sister and I love her. Whatever she needs...... whatever will help..... regardless of what it is, you can count on me. I'm your man." 

Doctor Charms leaned back in her chair and smiled at me. "Very well then, Rob." The doctor replied. "I'm sure you're curiosity has been peaked now, so we might as well get the shocking part out of the way, so let's start there."

I nodded my head and tried to mentally prepare myself for whatever she was going to say. The doctor's attitude turned uncomfortable for a moment and she started to speak, and then she suddenly stopped. After a moment, she looked up at me and simply said, "Rob, your sister is what we call a compulsory exhibitionist."

I sat there for a minute trying to assimilate what she said, and when I didn't react or say anything, she added, "That means she can only achieve sexual gratification by exposing herself."

"I know what an exhibitionist is." I mumbled. "I've never heard of a compulsory exhibitionist, but, what makes you think that anyway? I thought it was the office affair that tore her life apart. " I asked.

"Rob, you might find it hard to believe, but Cassie admitted this to me herself," the doctor replied, "and we've spoken about it in great detail during her sessions. And I can assure you, it's definitely true. For Cassie, exposing herself is a very necessary part of what's normal for her, and with very minor exceptions, she can't achieve any type of sexual release unless it's associated with being exposed in some way."

The doctor explained that in years past, Cassie had been ashamed of her body -- specifically the size of her breasts, her puffy nipples and the way her genitals looked. "This feeling was intensified when a boyfriend she cared very much about broke up with her and told her it was because she was flat chested and had, what he described as a 'Small Dick' instead of a normal size clitoris." The doctor told me.

As the doctor continued to explain, she told me Cassie eventually met the man at work and he started flirting with her regularly. "He'd make suggestive comments," Doctor Charms told me, "even suggesting he could help her career if she went out with him. She resisted it for a while, and then one day he invited her out for drinks after work and she accepted."

"That evening," the doctor told me, "she caught him looking down her blouse and it excited her. As the night drew on, she unbuttoned her top button, and then another -- and then another until by the end of the night, her blouse was hanging unfastened and he was openly staring at her chest."

Doctor Charms told me this kind of behavior became the basis of their affair and Cassie allowed him to undress and expose her whenever he desired. She learned how to entice him by showing herself off, even doing it while they were at work. Cassie's self confidence grew and together, they had the best sex Cassie had ever experienced. She went with him on business trips and learned how to be a 'Kept Woman' and a successful exhibitionist. He introduced her to public nudity, and allowed her to be naked in front of a select group of his friends. He encouraged her to undress and masturbate as they watched, and he took great pains to reward her with lavish gifts and praise. 

Along the way, Cassie became quite submissive to him, and she began to be dependent on him to provide opportunities for her to be exposed. She craved his attention, knowing each time they were together, it would eventually lead to her being stripped, undressed, or exposed, and brought to a sexual peak that always ended with multiple orgasms strong enough to literally shake her down to the root of her soul. 

Apparently, Cassie began to live each day with only one goal in mind -- to be his obedient submissive. In turn, he would be pleased and reward her by giving her opportunities to expose herself in front of him, his friends, and towards the end of their relationship -- in front of anyone who wanted to look. 

"Of course," Doctor Charms added, "their relationship was eventually found out, and Cassie took the fall. For him, the whole thing was just a fling with a cute, young woman, but, for your sister," the doctor said as she leaned toward me, "it was devastating. She had become dependent on him emotionally and sexually, and when he abruptly dropped her, her whole life began to spiral downwards."

I sat there for a moment with a blank look on my face trying to believe what the doctor was telling me. I just couldn't visualize my sweet little sister being an exhibitionist, or publicly undressing, or willingly exposing herself, much less masturbating herself in front of other people. It just didn't seem possible to me and as I told the doctor she must be wrong, she laid her hands in her lap and looked at me.

"Rob," she said, leaning forward towards me, "I understand this is hard for you to believe, but, it is an indisputable fact that your sister is a compulsory exhibitionist. And, I can tell you with almost guaranteed certainly that neither one of us is going to dramatically change her behavior. This kind of drive and desire is way too strong to change."

Then, settling back into her chair again, the doctor calmly said, "I think our best course of action right now is to be understanding and give her some of what she needs the most, and that's where you come in."

"Uh, I'm not following you." I replied.

"She needs some attention and affection, Rob." Doctor Charms answered. "She has this overpowering need to be submissive to a man. She wants to experience sexual pleasure again, and that means she needs someone who will accept and allow her exhibitionistic desires."

"You mean...... me?" I croaked.

"Yes." The doctor replied. "But, it's more than that. Her self-respect as a woman has been all but obliterated, Rob. I'm convinced she'll snap out of this after a while if she just had some good, old fashioned skin to skin contact with someone she knew she could trust."

"But, uh......" I muttered, "I'm her brother!"

"I think she's already thought that part through." The doctor said, looking directly at me. "And, we've discussed it at considerable length. Your sister isn't a virgin and she's been on birth control for several years so there's no risk of her becoming pregnant. And Rob, I'm satisfied that she's considered the possible ramifications and consequences."

"I don't know if I could do that." I argued. "I don't know anything about submissive women or exhibitionism, or........"

"Hold on a second, Rob." The doctor said, interrupting me. "If you put aside the fact that Cassie is your sister, do you think she's an attractive woman?"

"Well, yeah, I guess." I answered.

"And, probably like any other guy, you like to see naked women, don't you?" She asked.

I blushed, but, nodded my head when she asked me the question again.

"And if you had a chance to have a cute girl at your beck and call...... one who would get naked for you, or let you undress her....... and willingly let you see her most intimate parts....... and would let you touch her, and in turn, would touch you, too? If it wasn't your sister, would that interest you?" The doctor asked.

"Well, yes." I exclaimed. "Obviously I'd be interested in that, but...." 

"So you're saying you're not willing to look beyond the fact that this woman is your sister?" The doctor continued. "If this is what she needs, you don't think you could do it?"

I felt like an idiot sitting there because I realized the point the doctor was making. And yes, my little sister is cute, and she's attractive. And just for an instant, a vision went through my mind of her standing in front of me dressed only in her bra and panties. In that vision, I imagined her removing her bra and pushing her panties down to her knees and asking me to look at her. As much as I tried not to think of my sister sexually, I couldn't help it. My cock started to harden and in the split second it took to complete the incestuous vision in my head, I found myself sitting there with a major hard-on tenting up the crotch of my jeans. 

The doctor must have realized my predicament because she blushed and fidgeted with her hands for a moment until I could carefully reach down and adjust the straining pole inside my pants. 

"Rob," she finally said, "what you're being asked to do isn't that complicated. You wouldn't be forcing her to do anything she doesn't want to do. Your job would be to enable and allow her desires to be satisfied. She's still your sister and you'd have to keep loving her just like you normally would, and once her pride heals and her self confidence returns, she may not need your help anymore. But," she added, "right now, she needs someone with a kind heart to sympathize with her and tend to her sexual needs."

"Okay." I said, softly. "I understand what you're saying. It just seems weird, that's all. I'm sitting here daydreaming about seeing my sister naked and it's.... well..... it's weird."

Doctor Charms gave me a satisfied smile, saying, "I'm happy about your decision, Rob. And if it will help, I could give you some tips on what to do, and, how to get started."

"Well, that would help." I replied. "I wouldn't know the first thing about how to get started on something like this."

"Actually," Dr. Charms answered, "I bet I know exactly what to do to get the two of you off to a good start."

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's simple." The doctor answered. "You'll just expose her before you leave here today. That will show her you accept her and understand her needs. Plus, it will put you in immediate control and set the stage for things you can do later."

"You mean expose my sister right here in your office? Today?" I exclaimed.

"That's exactly what I mean." The doctor answered. "I've already been allowing Cassie to be as dressed as she wants to be during her sessions."

"Does that mean she's been naked in here with you?" I asked, quite stunned.

"Yes." She replied. "Numerous times. And she's masturbated in here, too. In fact, she usually reclines back in that same exact couch you're on right now and touches herself while we talk. Sometimes it's the best therapy if I just watch."

My cock was raging inside my pants. More nasty visions of my sister flashed through my head. Visions of her lying naked on the couch with her legs spread and her fingers feverishly working her vagina into a frenzy. Then, I had visions of her walking around in front of me in just a pair of tight panties with an obvious and pronounced cameltoe. Fuck! My crotch was on fire and the thoughts going through my head weren't of my depressed little sister anymore, but of a beautiful woman ready and willing to show off for me, and ready to serve my every sexual desire.

"When I bring her back in," the doctor said, "we'll talk for a minute and then you have her stand in front of you. Give her a hug and tell her you love her, and then reach down and unbuttoning her jeans while you look into her eyes. Without stopping, pull her jeans down to her knees and then pull her panties down to her thighs."

My eyes got big and I looked at the doctor in absolute shock.

"Don't worry, Rob." She said, softly. "This is one of her recurring fantasies. She's recounted this exact scenario to me several times and I assure you it will get you off to a wonderful start with her."

Doctor Charms continued with her instructions, telling me to take time to look between her legs. She even encouraged me to touch her there if I was comfortable doing that, suggesting I might want to check to see if she was aroused.

Then, she said I should pull her t-shirt up above her breasts and unfasten her bra and let it hang off her body. "The act of undressing her and exposing her like this is a major theme that runs in her fantasies." The doctor informed me. "Touch her breasts and play with her nipples." She added. "But don't remove any of her clothing from her body. Doing it like this will begin to exercise her submissive craving. You see, she'll get the physical benefits of being exposed as well as knowing she had to give up control to you in order to have the arousal."

"Then," she added, "check to see if she's wet between her legs and if she is, make sure you mention it and praise her for it. That way, she'll know you noticed her excitement and you're okay with it."

The doctor told me to take a few minutes and be intentional about looking at Cassie's body. Then, after a few minutes, I was to dress her by fastening her bra first and pulling her shirt down before I pulled her panties and jeans up. 

"Rob," she said, solemnly, "the key to this being successful will be the way you calmly take charge and keep control of the situation. If you do it correctly, she'll be wet, aroused, excited, and extremely ready to let you lead her."

Damn, if she had said another word, I probably would have cum in my pants. Unconsciously, I'd started to rub my cock with the heel of my hand as she talked, but, it didn't phase her one bit. She noticed it, yes, but she didn't say anything and quite honestly, at this point, I didn't care. I had major wood inside my underwear and there was no amount of modestly that was going to change that.

"So, do you think you can do all that?" She asked.

"Oh, yeah!" I moaned, still massaging my trapped cock with the palm of my hand. "I can definitely do what you described."

"Good." The doctor said, smiling a satisfied grin. "After you leave the office, be sure you show her some affection -- say or do something warm to let her know you love her. Then, when you get to your car, make a point to completely remove her shirt and her bra. Have her sit there for two or three minutes without showing any concern that someone might see her. Then, let her have her shirt back and take her out for something to eat in a very public place. Pick a place that has a lot of male customers -- like a sports bar, and make sure you sit where people can see her. Don't allow her to slump or cover her chest. By the time you get her home, she'll be ready to let you fully inspect her and touch her any way you like. Then, of course," Doctor Charms added, "you can improvise from that point on."

I could only imagine what she meant by "improvise", but, as far as I was concerned, I didn't think I needed any help figuring the rest out. 

We talked for just another few minutes and she gave me some ideas of things she thought Cassie would benefit from; like sleeping together, showering together and frequent skin to skin contact. "Don't raise your voice to her," the doctor added, "the key to her recovery will be your ability to demonstrate love and understanding."

"Are you ready for me to bring her in now?" Dr. Charms asked.

I sat forward and nodded my head. Dr. Charms smiled and gave me one of her cards and told me I could call her if I needed to. And with that, she walked to the door, opened it slowly and gestured for Cassie to come back in.




Exhibitionist Little Sister Ch. 01



Cassie had been crying while she was waiting, her tear stained cheeks were a testimony to that. And, when I saw her, I immediately stood up and went to her, wrapping my arms around her and cradling her head against my chest. "Ssshhh." I whispered. "It's alright."

"Rob," Dr. Charms said, "why don't you and Cassie have a seat together on the couch and we'll start to wrap it up for today."

I took the hint and guided Cassie over to the couch and sat down right next to her. She was still sniffling, so I reached over and picked up her tiny hand and held it in mine, caressing it like I'd touch the hand of a girlfriend. I put my arm around her shoulders, and Dr. Charms offered Cassie a tissue and then she started to speak. 

"Cassie," the doctor began, "your brother and I had a chance to talk. As you know, you gave me permission to discuss your case with him and I've done that." 

I felt Cassie shudder next to me when she heard the doctor's words. Not even ten seconds later, Cassie started to softly sob as she sat next to me, hiding her face in her hands, understandably ashamed that her brother now knew about her need to be exposed.

Without thinking, I squeezed her hand gently and pulled her to me with the arm I had around her shoulders. Like a limp rag, she rested against my shoulder and I cradled her head in my hands as she sobbed. Dr. Charms handed me the box of tissues and I pulled one out and dabbed it against Cassie's cheek as best as I could.

"Cassie," Dr. Charms continued, "your brother loves you very much and he's obviously quite concerned about you. He's agreed to stay with you for a while and help you through a few things. He can be someone you can talk to, rely on and trust. Of course, you and I will keep having our weekly sessions, but I see your brother's help as instrumental to your complete recovery. Cassie, do you understand what I'm saying?"

My sister lifted her head and looked up at me with her red, tear stained eyes. I smiled down at her and squeezed Cassie's hand as we looked at each other. She looked so forlorn as we exchanged glances, but, when she squeezed my hand back, I took that as a good sign.

"Yes." Cassie, answered Dr. Charms. Then, glancing up at me and then over at the doctor, Cassie asked, "Doctor, did you tell him everything?"

"Exactly what you and I discussed earlier, Cassie." The doctor replied. "But, I'd suggest the two of you spend some time talking between yourselves. That way, your brother will understand more about what's happened in your life during the last year."

Cassie nodded her head, and I glanced at the doctor and nodded my head, too. "Okay, then." The doctor, added. "We're about done here."

"Rob," the doctor said, looking directly at me, "any questions or anything from you?"

Picking up that the doctor was giving me the opportunity to do what she suggested earlier, I told her I didn't have any questions, but, I had something I wanted to say to Cassie. When Cassie heard that, she let go of my hand, sat up and turned to look at me.

Standing, I reached down to take my little sister's hand again in mine and I pulled her up so she was standing next to me. Then, reaching out to her and pulling her into me, I cleverly turned us so her back was to the doctor and I gave Cassie a gentle hug. 

As I held her, I bent my head down and very quietly whispered in my sister's ear, "Cassie, I love you very much...... and in this whole world, there's no one I care about more than you. Whatever happened in the past doesn't matter now. What matters is that I love you and I'm here to help."

The look in Cassie's eyes as she tilted her head up to look at me made my heart soar. That little sparkle that used to be there all the time was back. Her eyes were still wet from crying, so I reached down to the couch and pulled another tissue from the box and wiped her eyes, one at a time, and as I did it, I leaned toward her and gently kissed each of her red eyes. 

Lightly touching her, I brushed her long brown hair out of her face and over her shoulders and kissed her cheek. "For me to help you," I said, "you're going to have to trust me and do what I say."

"Do you think you'll be able to do that?" I asked. "Will it be so bad to have to listen to your big brother?"

I saw a glimmer of a smile turn up at the edges of Cassie's mouth and she answered me softly, saying, "I think I can do that, and no, it won't be so bad to do what you say."

"Good." I replied. "So, right now, I'm going to ask you to trust me and stand right where you are and don't move until I tell you. Okay?"

Cassie looked up at me with questioning eyes. Leaning toward her again, I whispered in her ear, "Please, Cassie. I can't help you unless you cooperate with me. And that has to start right now, before we leave your doctor's office."

For a second, I wasn't sure what my little sister was going to do, but when she looked up at me and nodded her head up and down, I took that as the approval I needed.

I made a deliberate point of hugging Cassie again, gently rubbing her back as we hugged. I pulled her into my chest and felt the breasts I knew I'd be seeing in just a few moments. I was surprised to feel Cassie's arms wrap around my waist and tug me into her, too. The feeling of her arms around me was wonderful, and after a few seconds, I pulled back and took a small step backwards.

Looking directly into her eyes, I reached my hands forward directly to her waist. Then looking down just for an instant to find the snap, I put my hands on her jeans and pulled the snap open.

Cassie immediately looked down and then back up at me. "Stand still." I said softly. "Please don't make this difficult."

Without waiting for a response, I extended my hands again and felt for the tongue of her zipper, and when I found it, I pulled it all the way down until it stopped. I saw shock in my little sister's eyes, but, she didn't move. And as we looked at each other, I hooked my fingers into the waist of her jeans and began to pull them down.

Her jeans were not very tight, but, I had to struggle a little to get them past her hips. All the while, her eyes were locked on mine, and I noticed that her eyes were almost clear and she'd stopped crying. When I started to push her jeans down past her hips, she nervously bit her bottom lip, but she didn't move an inch.

Readjusting my hands, I grasped her jeans and bent down to push them to her knees. As I bent down, I happened to glance at the front of her panties and immediately noticed two things. First, her panties were very sheer -- a flimsy white mesh that I was able to see through.

Second, I was surprised to see how overgrown her pubic hair was. Through the mesh of her panties, there was a mass of brown hair. It even spilled out both sides of her panties and the first thing that came into my mind when I saw it was: it all had to go. She'd have to be shaven, or better yet, completely waxed. I recalled what the doctor told me about her anxieties over the appearance of her breasts and genitals, and I accepted the fact that I'd have to come up with something creative in order to get rid of all that pubic hair.

Raising up into a standing position, I became aware of the erection that was in my own jeans. Without thinking, I put my hand in my pocket to adjust my hardened cock. As I moved my cock to a more comfortable position, I looked up to my little sister's face to see that she was watching me intently. I didn't even think to hide my actions, and since I was standing so close to her, I was pretty sure she saw my cock tenting out my jeans, and the way I had to move it around.

But, I couldn't let that bother me. Besides, I thought, it might actually end up helping me, especially if she realized I'd gotten hard in the process of pulling her jeans down and looking at her panties. 

Once I stood up and took care of that troublesome erection, I made eye contact with her again and reached out to place my hand directly between her legs, palm up, right against her panties. Then, as we looked at each other, I worked two fingers deeper between her legs until I felt the puffiness of her mound and searched for the slit between her lips. 

"I'm going to take your panties down now, Cassie." I whispered as my finger found the crease between her labia and pressed into it. "Please don't move."

The redness in her eyes was gone now, and she seemed to straighten her chin with a courageous nod as she looked back at me. I didn't want too much time to go by, so I kneeled down in front of her, reached up and unceremoniously pulled her panties down her legs and left them just above her jeans.

My first look at my little sister's pussy was alarming due to the unsightly mass of hair that seemed to be everywhere. And from my vantage point, still kneeling in front of her, not only could I clearly see her pussy right in front of me, but, I could also see down inside her panties -- directly at the cotton crotch that pulled up tightly against her pussy lips. 

I'm not sure what made me do it, but, once I lowered her panties, I carefully reached up to her pussy, and putting my hands on each side of her outer labia, slowly pulled her apart until I could see the moist, pink tissue inside her lips. 

I was greeted by a slight gasp from Cassie as I opened her lips and looked at her intimately. Glancing up, I could see she was looking down at me -- her eyes as big as saucers and her mouth partially hanging open as if she didn't believe I holding her pussy lips apart and looking inside her. I was instantly struck with the pinkness inside her pussy, and as I pulled her open even further, I looked up at the apex of her lips and saw the amazing clitoris that was peeking out at me from under its hood. 

I'm not sure I'd characterize her clit as being the size of a small dick (as her boyfriend had done), but, it was big -- big enough to suck on, and I made a mental note to do that as soon as the time was right.

Another thing I noticed was how wet she was. When I pulled her lips apart, I heard the telltale sounds of wet pussy. Not dry pussy, mind you..... not moist pussy -- but honest to goodness wet pussy. She was wet enough to accept a finger, or a cock, without the need of any additional lubrication. This, on its own, made me proud. It meant I was correctly doing the things Dr. Charms had suggested, and, it meant she was sexually excited. And she wasn't the only one who was excited. I could feel my cock thumping inside my jeans, as if it was knocking -- trying to get out.

I spent another minute or so kneeling in front of her, holding her pussy lips open and looking at her pussy. I didn't want to touch her very much while we were still in the doctor's office, but, I definitely got a pretty good look and my little sister's pussy before I pulled my hands away. 

When I did stood up, I didn't even bother to hide the fact that my cock was angrily pushing at my jeans, trying to poke through. I simply looked into my little sister's eyes and said, "I'm sorry. I can't help getting turned-on."

I thought I saw Cassie begin to smile when she realized I'd gotten hard from just looking at her. But that smile went away fast enough when I reached for her t-shirt and pulled it up -- way up -- above her breasts. She flinched for just a second, as if she was going to use her hands to cover the sturdy bra that held her breasts.

I was about to reach behind her to unclasp her bra when she lifted one of her hands in front of her, like she was trying to stop me, or get my attention. Looking up into her face, she closed her eyes for a second and whispered, "Please don't, Robbie. They're awful."

I looked over Cassie's shoulder to see Dr. Charms sitting at her desk, carefully watching us. I was pretty sure she couldn't hear us whispering, so I leaned in closer to Cassie and told her she needed to be brave, and then added, "Or, if you insist on not cooperating, I'll just do as the doctor suggested and turn you over my knee right here in her office and I'll spank your butt right in front of her."

Okay..... I told a little white lie to encourage Cassie to remain still and let me do what I needed to do. And while I wouldn't have really spanked her, I don't think she wanted to test me. She dropped her hand and in a disappointing gesture, her shoulders dropped and she nodded her head. 

I was almost there -- almost done. All I needed to do was get her bra undone and then I could take a few minutes to look at her as she stood in front of me undressed, but not actually stripped.

Our eyes locked together again and she watched me until I reached around her back to unclasp the bra that surrounded her chest. I made another mental note to make sure I threw out this bra as soon as possible, and every bra she had that was like it. The thing was like a monstrous, 18 hour, armor reinforced, and obviously heavily padded bra.

It almost killed me to undo her bra with the look of humiliation that was on her face, but, I did it and when she felt it come undone, she closed her eyes as I pulled the straps forward and flipped her bra up over her breasts and exposed her.

For the life of me, I couldn't understand why she'd be unhappy with her breasts. They were totally fucking beautiful. Petite -- yes. But they were the most gorgeous breasts I'd ever seen in my whole life. 

They were probably about the size and shape of a lemon, maybe an A-cup at the most, but they were flawless.... perfectly unblemished and creamy white, with the most amazing puffy nipples proudly turned up toward me. I'm not exaggerating when I say they were awe inspiring, and as I openly stared at her, I reached up with my left hand and tenderly cupped one of her breasts in the palm of my hand and fingered her nipple. 

My cock was literally throbbing in my pants, and for a moment, I worried I might cum just from looking at her breasts. Her eyes were urgently searching mine for my reaction, and I was unable to stop myself from bending down and taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking it gently. 

I tongued her nipple and suckled her tenderly for several seconds before I lifted my head and leaned into her. "When we get back to your apartment," I whispered in her ear, "you'll have to be spanked for lying to me and making me feel bad."

The look of sheer confusion swept over her face. "What?" She said softly. "Why?"

"You said your breasts were awful." I replied. "And it almost broke my heart to have to undo your bra and embarrass you. But, you lied to me, Cassie. Those are the most beautiful breasts I've even seen, and I don't appreciate the way you made me feel guilty for no reason at all."

At that point, you could have driven a double trailer mack truck through the doctor's office and my little sister wouldn't have even noticed it. The look of total surprise on her face could have been the winning picture at any photography contest. And, I wasn't just being nice, and I wasn't kidding. Her breasts were nothing less than 100% prime, Grade-A, premium boobs. However in this world she got to thinking they were awful is way beyond my understanding.

I reinforced my point by raising both my hands and holding her breasts in them and alternately sucking her nipples and kissing each breast multiple times. I got so involved, I found myself suckling her eagerly, but, she didn't wince, pull away or try to stop me. 

After giving her breasts a considerable amount of attention as she stood there in absolute shock, I put my arms around her and pulled her tightly into my body and held her, not even caring that she could feel the hardness in my crotch against her soft, naked skin. 

As I held her, I dropped one hand to her crotch and felt my way to her pussy and began to wiggle one finger through her matted pubic hair to find her pussy lips. She spread her legs for me, as much as she could with her jeans and panties pulled down, which allowed me to find her slit and slip my finger into the wettest and warmest pussy I've ever touched. 

Once I found her vagina, my finger slipped into her like a hot knife cutting through butter, and she gasped when I pulled my finger out of her and massaged her clit. Again, I pushed my finger into her, and then pulled it out and rubbed her clit. I felt her lean her weight into me and she moaned in time with my finger as it circled her clit and rubbed directly on the sensitive button of flesh. 

"You're really wet." I said. "I like that, Cassie. I like it a lot."

"Robbie," she panted in my ear, "if you don't stop touching me, you're gonna make me cum and I know for sure I'm going to gush. I can't do that in front of her, Robbie. It's too embarrassing. Please stop."

I could sense the urgency in her voice, and wanting to spare her any more humiliation in front of her doctor, I stopped. "We'll finish this later." I whispered in her ear. "But, not until you have your spanking."

The smile that came from Cassie's face, and the sparkle in her eyes made me smile as I looked down at her and kissed her gently on her cheek. Then, as we made faces at each other, I pulled her bra down over her breasts, smoothed it out and fastened the clasp behind her back. As she watched me, I pulled her shirt down and straightened it out, fixed the shoulder straps and then bent down to pull her panties up. 

I couldn't resist reaching up to touch her pussy one last time, and as my hand rose, she surprised me by reaching down with both her hands and spreading herself open. I looked up at her and she had a mischievous smile on her face as she watched me slide my finger between her legs and directly into her vagina. From that position, I knew I could hit her g-spot, and I was tempted to do it, but, by this time, I was eager to get out of there.

When I withdrew my finger, I brought it to my mouth and sucked it as she looked down at me. I made absolutely sure I licked off every molecule of her thick, slippery pussy juice that coated my finger. Cassie's smile was even bigger now, and I'll never be able to describe how happy I was to see that smile on her face.

Pulling her panties up, I took one more look at her pussy as I set her panties on her hips and reached down for her jeans, and as I stood and pulled them up, she sucked in her stomach so I could snap her jeans and pull her t-shirt down. 

Cassie took over from there, wiggling her bra around until it was right and adjusting the fit of her shirt before she threw herself into my arms and gave me a very strong hug.

"Very well done -- both of you." I heard Dr. Charms say, as she sat at her desk. "But, our time is up for today, Cassie. I'm guessing you two have a lot to talk about, so you guys can leave from that door in the corner and, Cassie, I'll see you next week at the same time."

Cassie reached down and picked up her purse and then grasped my hand and pulled me toward door. There was a spring in her step and it was like the difference between night and day from when we got here. 

As Cassie opened the door and pulled me through, I glanced back at Dr. Charms who was standing up behind her desk with her arms crossed over her chest. When she saw me looking, she smiled and gave me the thumbs up.

When we got out to the hallway, Cassie started to walk fast, yanking my hand to hurry me up as we got closer to the elevators. When we got at the elevator bay, she pushed the 'Down' button and I asked, "Hey, what's the rush?"

"Didn't you say you had to spank me?" My little sister said, grinning. "And then finish what we started in there?"

The next thing I knew, my little sister was reaching out for me and when I held my arms open for her, she literally jumped into my arms, saying, "Thanks, Robbie. I'll be good for you, I promise I will."

To be continued...



Exhibitionist Mary



It's the twelfth of October and a couple of my friends are sleeping over. We are playing truth or dare and we've let out a lot of our secrets, including my secret exhibitionist dreams.

"Mary, truth or dare?"

"Um... dare."

"I dare you, to... you'll see. Let's get in the car."

Aisha and I followed Mindy to her car. Once we were inside, Mindy instructed me to take off my underwear.

"What? I can't do that!" I protested.

"Don't worry. No one will know. It's dark outside."

"And fucking freezing!"

All the same I obliged, slipping my slightly damp panties from under my short skirt. Mindy held out her hand and I passed them to her. She held them to her face and inhaled my musky scent. She instructed me to take off my bra, which I also did.

She took out a pair of scissors and cut my underwear to pieces.

"There. No going back now."

I shivered, partly from the cold, partly from fright and partly from my arousal.

Mindy started to drive away.

"Hey, Minds? Whee are we going?" asked Aisha.

"Wait and see."

"Please tell me..." I begged.

"Maybe," Mindy wavered. "But Aisha has to take off her top."

Aisha, obviously too curious for her own good, pulled off her tank top, exposing her small but round 36B breasts, enclosed in a lacy balcony bra.

Mindy nodded in approval, and looked as if she was about to slide her hand up her skirt, before she stopped herself and informed us, "Okay. We're going shopping. I have a series of tasks for Mary to do."

I shivered again, and we traveled the rest of the way in silence.

We arrived at the shopping mall five minutes later. Mindy told me to take my phone out of my bag, and get out of the car. She would call me to tell me of each task, all the time watching from a hiding place to make sure I was behaving.

We tested this. My phone rang and I turned round to see Mindy giggling.

"You see that group of men? I want to to walk past them, drop your phone, and bend over to pick it up, making sure they get a good view of your beautiful pussy."

I pressed the terminate call button and did exactly as Mindy said. The men wolf whistled and I saw a flash as one of them used his phone to take a picture.

It was sick, but I loved being exposed this way.

My next task was to go into a lingerie store and get some bras to try on. But there was a catch - I had to "get stuck" and get a saleswoman to help me.

I wandered into a shop, and the air conditioning was refreshingly cool on my hot shaven pussy. I walked around, accumulating a selection of slutty bras, including some shelf bras and see-through ones. I smiled at the sexy female assistant and made my way to the fitting room. I slipped my top over my head and put on a bra, leaving the clasp undone. 

"Excuse me, miss? I need some help. I'm, um, stuck."

The gorgeously curvy assistant entered, and I kept my back to her until she was right behind, and then turned to expose my full 32D breasts to her, right in her face. In her shock her mouth fell open and I took this as my cue to shove one of my, by now, very hard nipples inside. Her lips closed around it before she realized what she was doing, and fell back.

I knew she wouldn't tell anyone, and I moved on to my next task. I had to pee in a public place, preferably on someone.

I walked into a club, and made my way straight to the ladies room. Sure enough, a tall, sexy sexy sexy blonde had just exited. I strutted towards her and put my hand on her waist. She reacted by doing the same to me. Obviously she swung the same way as me. I slid my hand up her top, and she moved her head towards me and started kissing my neck. Neither of us wanted to take things slowly and soon she was lying on the floor and I was straddling her stomach. Suddenly her hands froze on my breasts and she screamed, "I'M CUUUUUMMING" just as I let myself go and peed all over her. I removed my fingers from her sweet pussy and licked them, still peeing. She was too involved in her orgasm to notice my piss, and I moved to her pussy as she squirted her pussy juice all over me. I licked up as much as I could and left her there.

My last task was to strip completely. By now I had no fears, so I took off my clothes in the elevator and left them there. As the doors opened I ran from there to Mindy's car, enjoying the feeling of the eyes all over my boobs and my pussy. It almost brought me over the edge. As soon as I got into the car Mindy started teasing me by rubbing my clit, and as she slid her fingers into me I came so hard and so long I forgot where I was. She bit my breasts as I was lost in my orgasm, and she licked my pussy and stroked my breasts and my clitty again as I did the same to her.

It was a night I will never forget.



Exhibitionist Niece Moves In



"Jesus Christ! Did you see that?" My wife asks in a hushed whisper. "Of course you did. What am I thinking? They were tits and you're a guy." She says, placing her hand in my lap to judge the extent of my awareness. I was very aware!

The tits in question belong to our niece, Lauren, who is staying with us to finish her last semester of college. Her dad accepted a very lucrative promotion, which required the family to move out of state. Rather than transfer during her final semester, and pay out of state tuition, Lauren asked if she could stay with us until the end of the semester. Lauren's mother is my wife's older sister and we get along great with her and her family. We immediately said yes. 

Lauren moved in this evening, unpacked her stuff and a few minutes ago, came in to say goodnight. My wife, Cindy, and I were sitting on the couch watching TV, when Lauren walked in wearing only a spaghetti-strap, v-neck pajama top and bikini panties. Lauren, who just turned 21, has long blonde hair and the most beautiful, clear, blue eyes I have ever seen. They are like pools of liquid that you could get lost in if you're not careful. I imagine a lot of the guys in her classes would love to get lost in her eyes or any other part of her killer body. 

"I really want to thank you both for letting me stay here." She said, standing next to the couch. Her pert nipples are pushing against the thin material of her top, which barely conceals her firm, round tits.

"You're the best, Aunt Cindy!" She continued, leaning down to give my wife a hug and a kiss on her cheek. My eyes followed the front of her pajama top, falling away from her breasts, as she bent forward. Her entire left breast, down to the edge of her areola, was hanging bare, less than a foot from my face. 

"You too, Uncle Jim. Thank you so much!" She smiled, as she turned her body towards me, without straightening up. Her lovely tits swung free, within her loose fitting top, as she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. My eyes were glued to her bare tits as I returned her hug. Her nipples, resting against the material of her gaping pajama top, were the only part of her tits not visible to me. When she stood up, her top fell back into place, and her taut nipples were again pushing against the flimsy, floral material. 

"Well, good night." She said, as my eyes moved down to her crotch, focusing on the blonde pubic hair, visible through her light colored panties. 

"You'll be able to hook up my computer tomorrow, won't you Uncle Jim?" Lauren asked as she walked down the hallway to her bedroom. My eyes were locked on her firm, round, panty-clad ass cheeks, swinging back and forth as she walked.

"Uh, sure. I'll need your passwords to set it up." I yelled after her.

"No problem, I'll leave them on the computer table. Thanks." She said, smiling back at us as she entered her bedroom. 

"Your theme song, from now on, is: You Can Look But You Better Not Touch!" Cindy laughs, while stroking my hard cock through my shorts. "You liked that, didn't you Jim?" She asks teasingly, while kissing my neck and slipping her hand inside the leg of my shorts. I had put on a pair of loose fitting shorts, sans underwear, and a t-shirt after my shower. Cindy is now massaging my balls and the base of my cock as she teases me about my reaction to our niece's body. 

Cindy and I have been married for ten years and have a vibrant sex life; full of role-plays, porn videos and public, risk-taking sex. Before agreeing to let Lauren live with us, we discussed how her presence in the house would affect our spontaneity. We had no idea it would affect it this way.

"Let's take this into the bedroom." I say, nearly panting from Cindy's expert manipulation of my cock and balls. 

"Let's not." She whispers, pushing my shorts down and releasing my hard cock. "I think Lauren's in for the night. What do you think?" Cindy asks mischievously, as she scoots away from me and lowers her head to my lap.

"I don't know." I say, sucking in air as Cindy's tongue licks my cockhead. "Do you really want your sister's daughter to see you giving me head in the living room?" Cindy wets her lips and slides them down over my cock, stroking up and down my shaft with her hand. I scoot my ass closer to the edge of the couch to give her better access.

"Do you really want me to stop?" She asks, smiling at me as she comes up for air.

"Hell no!" I say, thrusting my hips up and trying to drive my cock farther into her warm, wet mouth. Without taking her mouth off my throbbing cock, Cindy slides off the couch and onto the floor. Kneeling in front of me, she pulls my shorts the rest of the way off and spreads my knees apart. Cupping my balls in her left hand, she continues pumping me in and out of her mouth with her right hand. My wife's blowjob expertise, coupled with the vision of Lauren's tits, still vivid in my mind, drives me to a quick release. 

"Oh fuck!" I whisper, loudly, shooting several loads of cum into my wife's welcoming mouth. Cindy sucks and swallows until my ass settles back down on the couch and my balls are empty. Leaning back and licking her lips, she smiles at me. 

"Mmmm. You really came hard! Maybe Lauren should parade around like that all the time." She teases. "Or maybe you just like the idea that she might catch us."

"Maybe you just give great head!" I answer. "Now can we take this into the bedroom?" I ask, sitting up straight. "I'm not quite the exhibitionist you are, and I really want to taste you right now." As I stand up, I swear I hear the click of a door closing. Looking down the hall, I don't see anything.

The next day, I'm in Lauren's room connecting her computer to my wireless network. As promised, she left her passwords on her desk before she went to school. Cindy's at her job at the daycare and I have another couple of hours before I need to start working. I work at home, providing tech support for a large software company. I supplement that with freelance debugging of security software on the side. 

I'm somewhat of a voyeur when it comes to working on other people's computers. I like to snoop around and see what web sites they visit, what they've downloaded and generally how they use their computer. Even if Lauren hadn't left her passwords, I'm pretty good at hacking into most software programs.

You can imagine my surprise when I pull up Lauren's deleted browser history and find she frequently visits amateur exhibitionist and voyeurism websites. Rather than visit the sites on her computer, I copy the URLs and e-mail them to myself. Intrigued, I search the rest of her computer for pictures or stories, but find nothing. With an hour left before I have to log on for my tech support gig, I go down to my basement office and use my computer to explore Lauren's websites. 

The one she most frequently visits requires a log on and a password. I go back to Lauren's computer and find her log on and password hidden within her windows files. You should never answer yes, when windows asks if you want your password remembered. Back downstairs, I plug in the information and bring up a personalized page within an amateur exhibitionist website. Lauren is known as BBBarbie and has a running blog about her various exhibitionism activites. The BBBarbie, I soon discover stands for a variety of names including BareBreastedBarbie and BareBottomBarbie, depending on the current subject of the blog. 

My cock is getting stiff as I read Lauren's blog, and think about how she exposed her tits to me last night. The earliest entry is about a year ago, when her and a girlfriend went to the mall wearing very short skirts, without panties, and spent the afternoon riding the various escalators. She writes how wet they got watching all the men adjust the bulges in their pants, as they followed her and her girlfriend around. 

I scan through several entries where she describes teasing one of her college professors. She started with leaning over his desk, asking questions about test material, and just enjoying exposing her braless tits to his unsuspecting eyes. She has an entry for almost everyday and it seems like she was teasing him mercilessly for several weeks. The first month, she writes about exposing her tits to him at least once during every class. She excitedly describes his building discomfort as she starts flashing her panties, from her seat in the second row. Wearing an extremely short skirt, and progressively more revealing panties, she finally ends up giving him an unobstructed view of her bare pussy under her skirt. By the time I get to her description of how she masturbates, thinking about her professor's hard-on, I've got my cock out of my pants, stroking the hell out of it. 

It's an interactive blog, where others can leave comments and questions. Many of these comments are suggestions of what to do next or words of encouragement to tease the hell out of these unsuspecting men. I scan down farther and read an entry where several participants debate the finer points of exhibitionism.

VoyGirl: The real trick is to be subtle enough so he thinks he's sneaking peeks at your tits or your ass. If you flaunt it too much, you loose the real essence of great exhibitionism.

BBBarbie: I agree. It works best when he thinks you are innocently unaware of what he's seeing. 

Nakd4U: Yeah and I get more turned on by teasing one guy over a long period of time, than I ever got giving a quick flash to strangers.

BBBarbie: You got that right! Taking it slowly, and progressively letting him see more, is such a fucking turn-on, I get wet thinking about it.

VoyGirl: The more he sees, the more he wants to see. I've got my 18 year-old brother going crazy right now trying to see me naked.

BBBarbie: Yeah, my brother has such a perpetual hard-on I almost feel sorry for him. lol

Fuck! What a little prick-tease! I don't have anymore time, so I log off her blog and log onto the tech support site. Throughout the day my thoughts never stray much from my niece and her proclivity for exhibitionism. I wonder if last night was the beginning of her progressively revealing strategy, aimed at me. If so, knowing her plan could make it fun.

Lauren gets home before Cindy, and I hear her coming down the stairs, just as I'm logging off from work. I watch her descend the last few steps, and am rewarded with the sight of her braless tits bouncing inside a pink, cropped blouse. There is plenty of bare skin between the bottom of the blouse and her low slung, white shorts. I feel my cock stir as she walks over to me.

"Hi Uncle Jim." She smiles. "Did you get a chance to hook up my computer?" She leans down for a kiss and her scoop neck blouse falls away from her chest, giving me an eyeful of her smooth, hanging tits. Once again, I can't quite see her nipples. She must practice this in a mirror, to know exactly how much she's revealing. I do my best to act indifferent to her display.

"Yes, it's all set to go." I tell her, turning back to my computer. "How was your day?"

"School is school." She laughs. "It wasn't any better or any worse than any other day." She moves around into my field of vision again. "How was your day, Uncle Jim?"

"The same." I tell her, looking at her clear, blue eyes, pretending I'm not interested in her sexy young body or her revealing outfit. "A few challenging calls, but mostly clueless people who shouldn't be allowed near a computer." I click the mouse a few times, not really doing anything, and then stand up.

"I'm done down here for today." I tell her. "Let's go upstairs and see what Aunt Cindy has planned for dinner." I lead the way up the stairs. As much as I'd like to follow her firm ass, in those tight shorts, as she walks up the stairs, I'm not giving in to her game. All day long I've thought about my niece's teasing and I realize that she gets off on the guys' reactions. I think I can turn the tables on her if I don't react in the predicted manner. By not reacting, I hope to drive her toward more daring actions. I'm playing hard to get, if you will. 

Dinner is uneventful and Lauren joins Cindy and I in the living room to watch TV afterwards. She's still wearing the same outfit she had on in the basement, and her shorts are stretched lightly across her firm, round ass cheeks, as she lies on her stomach in front of the TV. I concentrate on the TV shows, completely ignoring her, as she periodically wiggles around, changing positions.

"Is it okay if I take my shower, now?" She asks, twisting around towards us, so that a considerable amount of bare breast is 'accidentally' visible from our vantage point on the couch. 

"Sure, honey." Cindy answers, smiling at me. I keep staring at the TV screen, seemingly oblivious to her display. 

"Damn, she might as well be naked, as much as that outfit conceals." Cindy says, after Lauren leaves the room. "How are you doing?" She asks, teasingly, running her hand over my crotch. My cock immediately springs to life, causing Cindy to laugh. "That's what I thought."

"I think she really likes to tease." I say, cautiously, not wanting to disclose my snooping on the website to Cindy. "I'm trying not to give her the satisfaction of reacting to her."

"You're not trying very hard!" She laughs, pulling my cock out and stroking it up and down, as we hear the shower start. "She reminds me a lot of myself, at that age." Cindy says, as she leans her head down towards my lap. "I used to get so wet, knowing the affect I was having on older guys." 

"Older guys!" I retort. "I'm only 36! That hardly constitutes an older guy!" I laugh. But Cindy doesn't answer, she's too busy sucking the head of my hard cock into her mouth. 

I lean back and enjoy the relief that I've been anxious for all day. Closing my eyes, I picture Lauren kneeling between my legs, her perfect tits bouncing, as she bobs her head up and down on my cock. I visualize her naked body, as I think about her blog entries and how she teased her poor professor. As I shoot my load into my wife's skillful mouth, I get an idea on how to really turn the tables on Lauren.

"Mmmmm." Cindy is licking her lips and moving her body over mine. "Now, maybe you won't react so quickly to her hard, young, body when she comes out of the shower." Cindy straddles me, pushing her tongue in my mouth and rocking against my spent cock.

"Put your fingers in me." She whispers, pulling her shorts to the side and revealing her glistening, wet pussy lips. "I'd rather it was your tongue, but I know what a prude you are about doing that in the living room, with Lauren down the hall." I slide two fingers into her slick, hot pussy and pump them in and out as we continue kissing. 

"I love what you did with your tongue last night." Cindy moans into my ear, as I rub my thumb across her engorged clit. "The way you kept teasing my clit was amazing. It kept me on the edge, right at the peak, for what seemed like hours." She's bucking against my hand, squeezing her pussy muscles around my fingers, when we hear the shower stop. 

"Do you think Lauren's clit is as sensitive as mine?" She asks, teasingly. "Do you think she got herself off in the shower?" She whispers and my cock stiffens at the thought of Lauren masturbating, with the portable showerhead pressed against her clit. 

Cindy clamps her pussy around my fingers and lets out a long, low moan as her orgasm rolls through her. When the bathroom door opens, she shifts her body sideways and slides off my lap, blocking any view of my fingers in her pussy. I look over Cindy's shoulder and watch Lauren, wrapped in a bath towel, glance at us and turn towards her bedroom. The towel has a strategically placed gap in the back that allows me a clear view of her bare ass cheeks as she walks down the hall. My cock reacts immediately. 

"Last night she stayed in her bedroom for about twenty minutes after her shower." Cindy says, pulling my fingers from her pussy and moving back onto my lap. Raising her hips up and pulling her shorts and panties to the side, she impales herself on my fully recovered cock. "I bet we only need about ten minutes." She whispers. 

Fuck! Her pussy is so wet and hot, as Cindy starts bouncing up and down. Holding onto the back of the couch, she rides my rigid cock, slamming her enflamed pussy down around it. I lean back and close my eyes, bucking my hips to her frantic rhythm, as my mind focuses on Lauren's tight, young ass swaying down the hall. I reach under Cindy's blouse and cup her tits, pinching her nipples through her bra. 

"Oh yeah!" She whispers, panting in my ear. "Play with my tits. Pretend your pinching Lauren's pert, little nipples." She breathes. I unfasten the front clasp of her bra and push the cups to the side. Grabbing her nipples between the thumb and index finger of each hand, I pinch and pull, twisting her hard nipples back and forth.

"Ohhhhhhh! Fuck!" Cindy slams down hard, clenching her pussy muscles around my cock. I let go at the same time, flooding her pussy with my cum. Her tits are heaving up and down in my hands, as we try to catch our breath, our mouths pressed together in a passionate, post orgasmic kiss. 

When Lauren's door opens, Cindy disengages herself from my cock and pulls my shorts up in one smooth motion. Our experience with public sex has made her adept at looking innocent in the most bizarre situations. She's sitting next to me on the couch, when Lauren reaches the living room. The lingering smell of sex is not lost on Lauren and I see her smile appreciatively at what must have just happened.

Tonight she's wearing a v-neck, men's t-shirt that barely hangs down to the bottom of her ass cheeks. As she plops down on the couch next to Cindy, her t-shirt rides up, revealing a bare hip. Her nipples are like little bullets, poking at the thin material, on the front of the t-shirt.

"Thanks, Uncle Jim." She says, glancing back and forth between Cindy and I. "The computer works great, I was able to check my e-mail and everything." Her eyes have settled on the wet spot spreading across the front of Cindy's shorts. 

"Your Uncle Jim is a man of many talents." Cindy says, seemingly oblivious to Lauren's stare. I'm watching the bottom of her t-shirt, trying to decide if she's wearing any panties. This is just what she wants me to do, I think and I turn my head back to the TV, trying to ignore her. 

"Is there anything, you wanted to see?" I ask Lauren, startling her. 

"What?" She asks, shifting her body and tucking one leg up under her. I catch a quick glimpse of what looks like a black thong before her t-shirt down settles back down on her lap.

"Is there anything you want to watch on TV?" I ask, realizing the double entendre I presented to her. 

"No. I'm going to go on line for bit and then go to bed." She says, kneeling on the couch and leaning over to give Cindy a kiss. I continue watching the TV, ignoring the bare tit display she has designated for me. Standing up, she walks between me and the TV and bends forward to give me a kiss.

"I think we're ready to call it a night too." I say, clicking the TV off and standing up. Since Lauren is in the process of bending forward. just as I'm standing up, her face ends up inches from my crotch. With the TV off I can see the reflection of Lauren's bare ass in the flat TV monitor as she bends forward. The thin black material, disappearing between her ass cheeks, confirms that what I saw earlier was a thong.

Her plan to display her tits thwarted, Lauren stands up with a look of disappointment on her face. I'm not sure if it's because she doesn't get to show me her tits, or because I'm not sporting a hard on. Of course, she doesn't know I just came twice; once in my wife's mouth and once in her pussy. Before she realizes what's happening I wrap my arms around her in a tight embrace, kissing her on the cheek and smashing her hard nipples against my chest. 




Exhibitionist Niece Moves In



"It's nice having you here with us, Lauren." I say, breaking off the embrace, before my stiffening cock gives me away. "Good night, sweetie." I tell her, turning back to the couch and taking Cindy's hand to pull her up. 

"I'm glad to be here too, Uncle Jim." Lauren stammers. "I can't thank you guys enough." 

"Your welcome." Cindy says as we head down the hall to our bedroom. Cindy has her hand back inside my shorts before we close the bedroom door.

"She is something else!" Cindy says, as we scramble out of our clothes. "I think you really threw her off her game when you stood up and hugged her." She laughs, grabbing my cock and leading me over to the bed. "This is going to be an interesting few months."

"You've got that right." I say, both of us meaning more than we are saying. 

The next morning, after Cindy and Lauren leave, I log onto Lauren's website to read more of her blog. I also want to put in motion a plan that could get Lauren to do more than tease me. 

I scan through her blog, reading her detailed description of exposing herself to their next-door neighbor. Starting with glimpses down her blouse and up her skirt, just like the professor, she progresses to more risquŽ views of her body. She always waits until his wife is gone and he's in his front yard, and then strolls to the mailbox, or gets something from her car, innocently stopping to visit with him. She writes about how excited she is that he always has a bulge in his pants by the time she goes into her house. She imagines him in his bathroom jacking off, thinking about her body, as she masturbates.

The entries get hotter when she describes washing her car in a bikini bottom and a thin halter-top, while her neighbor is mowing his lawn. First, she makes sure her bikini bottom rides up into the crack of her ass, giving a thong-like view of her ass cheeks. Then, she leans against the car on her tiptoes to wash the top. Not only does this give her neighbor a great view of her nearly naked ass, but it also soaks her halter-top, making it nearly transparent. Getting two beers from the refrigerator in the garage, she rubs one of the cold bottles across her nipples before taking it to her neighbor, who thanks her and downs half of it while wiping the sweat from his face. His eyes are glued to her wet halter-top, stretched across her tits, giving him an almost transparent view of her hard nipples. They talk about how hot it is, as she rubs the cold beer bottle across her stomach and up between her tits, to cool down. Her neighbor's bulge is the largest she's ever seen it by the time she goes back to washing her car. 

She writes about plans to let him see her naked, through her bedroom window. She even adjusts her blinds to allow him to see from his bedroom to hers, but before she has a chance to implement her plan, her dad gets promoted and she moves in with us.

My cock hardened while I read about my niece flaunting her body at her next-door neighbor, but when I get to the entry she made last night, I actually pull it out and stroke it. 

BBBarbie: Sorry I haven't written in a while... a lot has happened! My parents moved, so I moved in with my Aunt and Uncle. They're only in their thirties, so it's great living here. My uncle is a well hung, hunk and I've already started showing him what I've got. The first night, I gave him a pretty deep, down the blouse view of my tits and a barely covered shot of my pubes. Afterwards, I watched my Aunt give him a blowjob on the living room couch! They thought I was in my bedroom, but I left the door cracked because I wanted to see my uncle's reaction to my show. Man, was I surprised. It was so hot, watching her kneel on the floor between his legs and suck him off. But that was nothing compared to today. 

VoyGirl: Did you see his cock?!

BBBarbie: Hold on, not yet. I started by giving my uncle a great view of my tits while we were home alone. He pretty much brushed me off, but I could tell he was struggling with it. I kept teasing him all through dinner and afterwards as we watched TV. Then I said I was going to take a shower, but I took the fastest shower in the world. I left the water on, so they'd think I was still in the shower and then crept into the hallway to see what they were doing. Ohmigod! You won't believe it! First my Aunt gave him another blowjob, then she sat on his lap and he fingered her to an orgasm. I turned off the shower and made sure the towel didn't quite cover my ass when I walked to my bedroom. When I peeked out, my aunt had straddled him and was riding his hard cock. I was so fucking wet!

VoyGirl: Did you see his cock? Describe...

BBBarbie: Not really, it was hard to see from where I was.

VoyGirl: Hard is good! lol 

BBBarbie: Anyway, when I got back into the living room, I could smell my aunt's pussy and there was a wet spot spreading across her crotch. 

VoyGirl: That is so hot! You need to get a look at his hard cock!

BBBarbie: I know. I'm working on it. cya

Fuck! I didn't realize she'd seen all of that. My cock is rock hard! Time to put the next part of my plan in motion. I click on the home page for the website and register for a user name and password. For my user name I choose HippieGirl, because I want to come across as an older version of Lauren. Once I'm a registered user, I sign in and leave a message for BBBarbie.

HippieGirl: You sound like you're as much of a voyeur as an exhibitionist. You young girls think you're controlling something by making guys get hard. If you really want to control a guy, and have him eating out of your... well, let me know. You haven't even scratched the surface of possibilities.

I log off the exhibition website and log into work.

When Lauren gets home, she comes down to the basement looking as sexy as I've ever seen her in a short skirt and a low-cut top. The top loops around her neck, covering only about half of each creamy, white breast, and ties in the middle of her back. The rounded sides of her breasts are visible, as the material stretches down the middle of her tits, barely covering her nipples. She asks about my day as she stands behind my chair, massaging my shoulders. Is it my imagination, or can I smell her pussy? Nonchalantly, I turn my head to each side and breathe in, as I answer her. Definitely it's her right hand. Jesus! She's just had her right hand in her pussy. I try to ignore her, but my cock hardens at the image of her fingers in her pussy.

"That feels nice, Lauren." I tell her, trying to sound casual. "But I've still got another half hour of work to do." She leans down, pressing her tits against my shoulder, as she kisses my cheek. Her right hand passes just under my nose and I get a strong whiff of her fragrant pussy. She can't miss seeing the bulge in my pants, as my cock pushes against the bottom of my keyboard tray. 

"Okay, Uncle Jim." She says perkily. "I've got some homework to do anyway." I watch her ascend the stairs, and just as I suspect, she's not wearing any panties. I watch the sway of her firm, round ass cheeks and catch a quick glimpse of her naked pussy, as she slowly climbs each step. She knows I'm watching her and I'm sure it's having as much affect on her as it is on me.

I don't really have any more work to do. I log onto Lauren's website and stroke my cock as I wait to see if she'll respond to my statement. I don't have to wait long.

BBBarbie: Today was fun! I just got home; my uncle was in the basement at his computer. I went to my room, took off my panties and fingered myself until I was soaking wet. Coated my fingers with my juices, left my panties off and put on a wrapover top, that barely covers my tists, then went down to say hi. He could smell me right away and I rubbed his shoulders, so my hand would be near his face. His cock was already aching by the time I gave him a cunt shot, going up the stairs. HippieGirl - what are you talking about?

I answer her right away, typing a response as HippieGirl.

HippieGirl: You're amateurs! What are you getting for your time? A wet pussy that you finger yourself. If you really want control, send me an IM and I'll explain it to you.

I want to address my comments just to her. If I can gain her trust, I can turn the tables on her right here. I get an IM from her almost immediately.

BBBarbie: So what do you mean control?

HippieGirl: First, thank you for being interested in an old woman's perspective. Back during the original sexual revolution in the sixties, we didn't settle for turning guys on and leaving them to their own devices. We fucked! 

BBBarbie: Yeah, and you all got fucked! So what? Where's the control in that. You don't know how it feels to have guys lusting over what they can't have.

HippieGirl: Of course, I do. But think about the control you can exert over someone who's had his dick where it doesn't belong. I once fucked a married guy who ended up doing whatever I wanted, just so I'd keep our little tryst quiet. I orchestrated his sex life from then on. I told him when and how often he could fuck and with whom. I controlled what he did with his wife in bed. I even made him fuck his wife with me hidden in the closet, watching. Is that control?

BBBarbie: Interesting idea. How did you know what he was doing with his wife?

HippieGirl: She was my best friend and we shared everything! You seem to have an ideal situation with this uncle of yours. You just need to get his dick in you. Well... first I agree with voygirl, you need to see it, to make sure it's worth it. Hide in the closet, under the bed, something. You also need to let him see you completely naked, get his blood boiling.

BBBarbie: I guess I could leave my bedroom door open while I'm changing. That seems a little obvious.

HippieGirl: For an exhibitionist, you're not very creative. Forget the shampoo, or a towel or something the next time you shower, stand innocently behind the door, but make sure he has a clear view of you in a mirror or something. I'm sure you can pull it off so it's innocent looking.

BBBarbie: Thanks, I'll think about all this. I'm not sure he's ready for it. Looking is one thing, incest is something else. Besides my aunt seems to keep him pretty satisfied.

HippieGirl: Okay, reality check... what do you look like? Are you enticing enough for him to want it from you?

BBBarbie: Yeah, that's not the problem. 

HippieGirl: Are you too inexperienced, is that it?

BBBarbie: No, I'm experienced enough. I've just never taken it that far with someone I was teasing. It'll be a change.

HippieGirl: Get a look at his dick, let him see you naked and let me know what happens. My e-mail is the same as my IM address. Cya

Now all I have to do is give her the right opportunities and see what she does. I close down my computer and head upstairs.

"How's the homework coming?" I ask, innocently, sticking my head in her room.

"Great." Lauren answers, swiveling her desk chair around towards me. Her short skirt didn't cover much when she was standing up, sitting down, if she didn't have her legs together, I'd be looking right at her bare pussy. 

"Are you all done with work?" She asks, bouncing her legs together, trying to draw my eyes to her pussy, but not quite exposing it. She is really good at this!

"Yeah." I say, keeping my eyes on her face. "I'm going to take a shower before Aunt Cindy gets home." I turn to leave, but not before she opens her legs for just a second, giving me such a quick glimpse of her pussy that I'm not even a hundred percent sure I actually saw anything.

I close my bedroom door and strip off my clothes. My cock is still hard and I think about getting myself off while I'm in the shower. If Lauren reacts predictably, she'll be hiding in my bedroom when I come out of my shower, waiting to see my cock. I want her to get the full affect of my hard-on, so I forgo masturbating, for now. 

When I come out of the shower, I'm pretty sure Lauren is hiding under the bed. I purposely left the closet doors wide open to dissuade her from hiding there. The dust ruffle on the side of the bed appears to be pulled up a little, creating a peephole. Just as I'm about to do a little teasing of my own, Cindy gets home.

"Hey, is that for me?" Cindy asks, looking at my hard cock sticking straight out from my naked body. "Where's Lauren." She asks, wrapping her hand around my shaft as she leans up to kiss me.

"She was in her room doing homework when I got in my shower." I answer honestly. "Was she still there when you went by?" I wonder if Cindy's presence will spoil things.

"Her door was closed, so I suppose she was there." Cindy smiles, as she closes our bedroom door. "So what was our little nymphet up to today, that caused such a big reaction?" Cindy asks, kneeling on the floor and taking my hard cock in her mouth. 

"Oh, not much." I answer; choosing my words carefully, since I'm sure Lauren is under the bed. "Just the sexiest outfit yet, and..." I lift Cindy to her feet and start unbuttoning her blouse. "She smelled like she was aroused, or had been getting herself off." Removing her blouse, I unfasten her bra, and cup her tits in my hands. "It was intoxicating. You know how when you smell cookies baking and you can't wait to taste them?" I unzip her pants and let them fall to the floor. She steps out of them and it's my turn to kneel. "I could definitely smell Lauren's cookies baking, but it's yours that I can't wait to taste." I breathe in her scent as I peel her thong from her body, leaving her naked in front of me. 

"Glad I got home when I did." Cindy laughs. "Who knows whose cookies you'd be tasting." She spreads her legs apart, as I run my cheek across her pubic hair. My wife's pussy is neatly trimmed, with a full triangle of fine brown hair. Her aroma is just as intoxicating as Lauren's, but with a much heavier scent. Of course, Cindy is just getting aroused; Lauren had been playing with her pussy.

Kneeling on the floor, I'm conscious of how visible my hard cock is to Lauren from her hiding place under the bed. I tilt my head back and lick all around Cindy's moist slit.

"Mmmmm." She moans, swaying a bit. "Do you mind if we take this to the bed?" She asks. "I don't want to fall over." I stand up and close the closet doors, then move over to the bed to join Cindy. The closet doors are mirrored and will give Lauren a clear view of the bed. Cindy has scooted up, with her head on the pillows, her knees up and her legs spread wide apart. I position myself between her legs and take a long, slow lick from her ass to her clit, before inserting my tongue in her juicy pussy. 

"Oh fuck!" Cindy breathes, as I loop my arms behind her knees and tongue fuck her delicious snatch. "You are an amazing cunt lapper, Jim. You always know exactly where to lick?" She moans, pushing her pussy up against my face. Her thick, creamy juices are flowing steadily now and I pull my tongue out, sucking her pussy lips into my mouth. Biting and nibbling on each of her puffed lips, I run my hand over her fur covered mound and find her clit with my finger.

"Ohhhhhhh! Fuck yes!" Cindy yells, bucking her hips off the bed, as I bite her lips and rub her clit. Glancing to the side, I notice the dust ruffle has been pulled open a little more, and I definitely see Lauren's eyes, before she quickly pulls her head back. 

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! God!" Cindy moans, as I push my tongue back inside her sopping pussy and pinch her clit between my thumb and index finger. I love eating pussy and I lap up as much of her delectable sauce as I can, while she thrusts her pussy against my face. She's thrashing all around, oblivious to the show she is putting on for our prick-teasing niece.

I struggle to keep my finger on her clit as her orgasm builds and she's twisting and bucking like crazy. As my thumb and finger keep up a rhythmic pinching of her clit, I suck the tip of it into my mouth, flicking my tongue across it. That's all she can take.

"Fuuuuuccck!" Cindy arches her back, slamming her pussy into my face, and explodes in a dramatic, jerking climax. Her juices gush out, soaking my chin and running down my neck. I shift my mouth from her clit to her pussy and lap up her delicious nectar. 

"God! I needed that!" Cindy exclaims, as I kiss my way up her body and her breathing returns to normal. I bite and tease her hard nipples sucking each one into my mouth. My wife has great tits and I never tire of suckling at her breasts. They're larger than Lauren's firm, young, tits, which makes me wonder why I'm so infatuated with Lauren's body. Forbidden fruit, I guess.

"Your turn." Cindy says, rolling me over and kneeling between my legs. My pole is pointing straight to the ceiling, as Cindy leans her head down and starts licking it like a lollipop. 

"So, in your mind, whose cookies were you eating, mine or Lauren's?" Cindy asks, running her tongue the length of my throbbing shaft. 

"Just a second." I answer, licking around inside my mouth. "Uh huh, definitely yours!" I laugh.

"You'd like to know what hers tastes like, though wouldn't you?" Cindy asks, wrapping her hand around the base of my cock and licking the head like an ice cream cone. I don't answer.

"You'd like to know what her lips feel like on your cock, too. Wouldn't you?" She asks, cupping my balls with her other hand. "Close your eyes, Jim." I close them, as she's licking all around my cockhead. "Picture Lauren between your legs; Lauren, naked, licking your cock. Lauren sucking your hard, throbbing cock deep into her mouth." As she says this, her lips slide down around my hard shaft and she flicks her tongue against the underside of it. The image is in my head and I can actually imagine Lauren in Cindy's place. Turning my head to the side and keeping my eyes closed, I squint through barely open slits, at Lauren, under the bed, watching and listening. I wonder what she's making of this.

"Her tight little ass and her perky tits turn you on, don't they?" Cindy asks, taking a breath. "You wonder what it would feel like to have her young, hard body bouncing on your hard cock." She slides her mouth over my cock and it glides all the way down, burying my cockhead in her throat. She caresses my balls, as she deep throats me several more times, bringing me right to the edge. Sucking her cheeks in and pulling her lips back along my shaft, she starts a steady rhythm, using her hand to pump my cock in and out of her warm, wet mouth. 

I'm bucking my ass up, trying to push my cock farther into Cindy's mouth. My eyes are closed and my mind is full of random images; Lauren's pussy as she climbs the stairs, Cindy sucking my cock, Lauren riding my cock, Cindy's hard nipples, Lauren's tits hanging in my face, eating Lauren's and Cindy's pussies. Cindy continues pumping my cock into her mouth, while she gently strokes my balls. I explode, shooting several large streams of cum into Cindy's mouth. She sucks and swallows until I'm completely spent.

"I have to go back out." Cindy says, resting her head on my chest. "We have parent's meetings tonight. I just came home for a quick dinner and I'm glad I did." She says, stroking my chest with her hand. "You be careful while I'm gone and practice a little restraint." She laughs. 

"Don't worry, you just took everything out of me. I'll be fine." I answer, kissing the top of her head. I lay on the bed, watching Cindy get dressed. My cock stirs, knowing that Lauren is under the bed and has seen and heard everything. "Of course, now I need another shower." I say, thinking that will give Lauren a chance to get out of her hiding place.

"Whose fault is that?" Cindy answers, kissing me and telling me goodbye. "I wonder if I should interrupt Lauren to tell her I'm leaving." She says as she walks to our bedroom door.

"Why advertise the fact that you're not home?" I ask, knowing full well that Lauren isn't in her room.




Exhibitionist Niece Moves In



"You're right!" She smiles. "See you later."

As soon as Cindy leaves, I go into the bathroom and start the shower. I leave the bathroom door open and I watch Lauren through the frosted class doors as she slides out from under the bed. Her skirt is bunched up around her waist and my cock hardens at the sight of her young, blonde pussy. She sneaks out of our bedroom and I smile as I rinse the soap off my back. Everything is falling into place.

I'm sitting in the living room watching TV when I hear the shower start in the other bathroom. This girl is so damned easy to manipulate.

"Uncle Jim." Lauren calls, after opening the bathroom door about six inches.

"Yes, Lauren." I answer, getting up from the couch. 

"I ran out of shampoo." She yells. "Can you get Aunt Cindy's for me from your bathroom, please."

"Sure." I answer, walking down the hall. As I pass the bathroom, the door is still open about six inches and Lauren is standing behind it, peeking out. Glancing in, I catch her reflection in the mirror over the sink. Her full length, naked body is reflected in the mirror as I pass by. My cock jumps, as my eyes travel down the small of her back, tapering into her firm, round ass cheeks and her long shapely legs. 

Going into the master bathroom, I get Cindy's shampoo and approach the main bathroom slowly, devouring the image of Lauren's naked body in the mirror. 

"Thanks, Uncle Jim." Lauren says, as I hand her the shampoo. Turning away from me, but keeping the door between us, she sets the shampoo on the tile counter behind her. As she turns, the front of her naked body is reflected in the mirror over the sink. She keeps her eyes on the counter, as I admire her pert, young tits with small, round areolas and hard, eraser like nipples. My eyes take in her blonde pubic hair, as it forms a bushy triangle over her mostly hidden pussy lips. She turns back, smiling at the bulge in my shorts, and thanks me again.

"No problem." I stammer, as she closes the door. Damn her! She is so fucking hot! What an amazing body. I adjust my hard cock and go back to the living room to watch TV, but I can't get the image of her sexy, young body out of my mind. 

"Uncle Jim." Lauren yells again, after I hear the shower stop. 

"What is it, Lauren?" I ask, standing up and heading towards the bathroom.

"I forgot to get a towel." She laughs, opening the door, the same as before. 

"No problem." I yell back. Getting towels from the linen closet, I walk to the bathroom door. Lauren is behind the door, just like before. My eyes immediately go the mirror over the sink, but it's fogged up and I can't see a thing.

"Thanks, Uncle Jim." She says, smiling at me like the cat that ate the canary, as I hand her the towels. "I'm sorry to keep making you get up." She says, looking at my crotch before she ducks behind the door, leaving it ajar. The double entendre is not lost on me. With the door open, the mirror starts to clear and I stand there, watching her dry off. 

"It's okay." I answer. "I really don't mind at all." I watch as she rubs the towel over her silky smooth skin. When she bends over to dry her legs, her tits hang down deliciously towards the floor. She has to know I'm watching and she's deliberately putting on a show in the slowly clearing mirror. Finally, she wraps the towel around her and I duck into my bedroom, just before she leaves the bathroom.

I'm reading in bed when Cindy gets home. She notices that I'm watching her get undressed and does an impromptu strip tease for me. Dropping her blouse, she turns her back as she unhooks her bra, giving me her most seductive smile over her shoulder. I never tire of seeing my wife's voluptuous body, she has a great ass, still firm and round. When she turns back around, she's holding her lacy, red bra in front of her tits. My eyes drop to her bikini panties and I marvel at her flat stomach and curvy hips just before she drops her bra and shakes her ample tits at me. Pinching her nipples, she sways her hips back and forth. My cock stirs as she pulls her nipples away from her large areolas, stretching them out from her chest. Pinching and twisting her stretched out nipples, she licks her lips and pulls one of her nipples to her mouth, sucking and nibbling it with her teeth. My cock is rock hard as I watch her tease her hard nipples. 

She smiles at the tent my cock is making in the sheet, as she hooks her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and turns around. Bending forward, she looks back and winks at me as she slowly rolls her panties down her legs. When they reach the floor, she steps out of them and spreads her legs wide apart. Grabbing her ankles, she smiles at me from between her legs, her hair hanging to the floor. I smile at the beads of moisture visible on her pussy lips as her hands slide up the back of her legs and pull her ass cheeks apart.

"God! You are amazing!" I say, throwing the sheet off, as an invitation to join me on the bed. She crawls up between my legs, licks my cock briefly then straddles my hips, cradling my hard cock between her wet pussy lips. 

"Anything interesting happen while I was gone?" She asks, rocking her hips back and forth and gliding her pussy lips up and down the length of my cock.

"Just her entire naked body on display for me." I answer." She's a natural blonde, by the way." I describe the shampoo and towel incidents, while pushing my cock up against my wife's slick pussy lips. I don't mention her hiding under the bed. By the time I'm done telling her what happened, I'm bucking frantically, trying to get my cock inside Cindy's slippery, hot pussy.

"What that girl needs is a hard cock shoved up her cunt!" Cindy says, moving her hips back and grasping my cock with her hand. "Look at this, I've got one right here!" She pushes my cockhead against her pussy lips and lowers herself onto it.

"What are you saying?" I ask, thrusting my cock up into her hot, juicy hole. I wonder if I'm misinterpreting what she means, as we pick up a rhythm and Cindy leans her hands on my chest to balance herself.

"What do you think I'm saying? I think she's asking for it. She deserves... a good... hard... fuck!" Cindy accentuates each word with a hard slam of her pussy down around my cock. We forego conversation as the urgency of our lovemaking overtakes us. The image that Cindy just planted in my brain sends erotic messages to my cock and I'm bucking wildly under Cindy's frantic onslaught. She's riding me for all she's worth and her tits are bouncing wildly on her chest. I catch one in each hand and squeeze them, pinching and twisting her bright red nipples.

"Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" Cindy moans, jouncing three more times before she slams down hard, clamping her pussy around my rigid cock. That triggers my release and I jerkily spew hot cum inside her pulsating pussy. Collapsing on my chest, she gulps air into her lungs, as the aftershocks of her orgasm quiver through her body. 

"Do you really want me to fuck Lauren?" I ask, stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head.

"I think it's exactly what she needs." Cindy says, looking at me. "When I was her age, teasing men just like she is, the last thing I wanted was for one of them to fuck me. That would have scared the shit out of me." She smiles at the incredulous look on my face. "It's not like I'm giving you a distasteful chore." She says with a twinkle in her eye. 

"You are perverted." I laugh. "But I'm not sure how to go about getting her to let me fuck her. Any ideas?"

"Let me think about it." She says, resting her head back on my chest. "God, I'd love to watch when you do it." I fall asleep, my head filled with images of Cindy feeding my hard cock into Lauren's pussy. 

The next morning, I anxiously boot up my computer and navigate to Lauren's blog.

BBBarbie: You won't believe what happened! I was hiding under the bed to get a look at my uncle's cock as he came out of the shower, when my aunt came home. He stripped her clothes off and ate her pussy, while I watched. They have mirrored closet doors and I could see and hear everything. Then, she sucked him off and the whole time, she was teasing him about how turned on he was from thinking about me! She was talking about my tits, my ass and my pussy and telling him to imagine I was sucking him off. She was using me to get him off harder! Is that amazing or what?

VoyGirl: Damn! That is unbelievable! You saw his cock, right? What's the verdict?

BBBarbie: It looks delicious... And I heard my aunt tell him he was a great cunt lapper... can you believe it? It must be true, she was squirming around on the bed and moaning so loud. I fingered my pussy and came almost at the same time she did. 

VoyGirl: You're going to do it with him, aren't you?

BBBarbie: Haven't decided yet... maybe. Anyway, my aunt had a meeting, leaving us home alone. I took a shower and I asked my uncle to bring me shampoo and then a towel. I stood behind the door, but turned so he could see my whole body in the mirror. You should have seen his bulge, even after he'd just gotten a blowjob! 

They banter back and forth a bit more and Lauren says she's getting hot and needs to go to bed and masturbate. My cock is rock solid as I send another prompt directly to her e-mail.

HippieGirl: It sounds like you made some real progress, but you're still just looking and masturbating. The wife is something else. You realize she just gave you permission to fuck her husband, don't you? You need to find a subtle way to move it from looking to touching. I once teased my brother into taking action by asking him to wake me at a certain time, and then I pretended to be hard to wake up. I made sure I was naked and uncovered when he came to wake me. Once he thought I wouldn't wake up, his hands were all over me. Figure out your own approach.

Reliving her description of the shower incident has me horny as hell. It's hard to concentrate throughout the day as I try to solve computer problems. Only a couple of the problems are challenging enough to distract me from thinking about Lauren's body. A meeting at a client's office keeps me tied up until dinnertime, so I'm not home when Lauren and Cindy get home. Dinner is uneventful and Lauren goes out with some friends afterwards. 

"I have an idea." Cindy says, as soon as Lauren is out of the house. She's over by the DVD player, inserting a movie. "You know how we've talked about a threesome, but never had the nerve to approach anyone?" She pushes play and her favorite threesome video comes on.

"You're thinking of Lauren for a threesome?" I ask, my cock hardening at the thought. 

"Why not?" Cindy says, kneeling on the couch next to me and unbuttoning my shirt. "She isn't shy about her body around either of us." She says, tossing my shirt aside and opening my pants. "I think she'd be perfect." Cindy continues, pulling my pants off my feet. Kneeling between my legs, she lowers her head towards my rigid cock. "Wouldn't you like to see us eating each other?" She asks, taking a long lick of my cock. "Wouldn't you like to have two women doing that to you?" Nodding her head towards the TV, where two women are sharing a blowjob, taking turns licking and sucking the guy's cock and balls. 

"Fuck yes!" I moan as Cindy slowly glides her lips down my saliva-coated shaft. Leaning back, I watch the video, imagining the two women as Lauren and Cindy while enjoying my wife's expertise on my cock. Cindy keeps her hands and mouth active on my balls and my cock, almost giving me the sensation of two people. I close my eyes and let my imagination run with it, building the tension in my balls. She sucks my balls while gliding her hand up and down my slick cock, and then sucks my cock back into her mouth, while caressing my balls with her fingertips.

"Oh fuck!" I moan, as my cock explodes into the back of Cindy's throat. I jerk my hips against her mouth as she sucks and swallows multiple loads of cum. 

"Mmmm. I guess you like my idea." Cindy smiles, as she finishes cleaning up my cock with her mouth. Quickly shedding her clothes, she joins me on the couch, leaning back and spreading her legs. "Lauren's not here, so I guess you're stuck with the chore of eating my wet pussy." She says, as the video progresses to a daisy chain of eating and sucking.

"I've always been good at getting my chores done!" I answer, diving into her muff and plunging my tongue into her hot, slithery hole. Closing my eyes, images of Lauren's blonde pussy fill my head as I tongue fuck my wife. Cindy grabs handfuls of my hair, pulling me tightly against her, and bucking her pussy into my face. As I suck her clit into my mouth, I wonder if she has a plan to get Lauren to agree to a threesome.

"Ohhhhhhh! God!" Cindy screams, as her orgasm shakes her body and she clamps her legs around my head. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She yells, as the vibrations roll through her and she trembles against my face. Her fingers are entwined in my hair and she pulls hard one last time, before releasing her grip and loosening her legs. I gulp air like a drowning man, before lapping up her thick, flowing juice.

"Fuck me! Fuck me, Jim!" Cindy cries, pulling me up on top of her. She has one leg over the back of the couch and one foot on the floor, inviting me into her wide-open, dripping pussy. My recovered cock slides right into her drenched hole and she thrusts her ass off the couch to meet my rapid strokes.

"Yes! Fuck me fast and hard!" Cindy yells, as I pummel her enflamed pussy with my jackhammering rhythm. She cups her hands around my ass cheeks pulling me into her and encouraging my rapid pace. On the video, one girl is straddling the others face, while the guy slams his cock into her ass. Visions of us doing that with Lauren, mixed with the urgency of our lovemaking, push me over the top. 

"Ohhhhhh fuck! I'm cumming again!" Cindy moans, digging her nails into my ass cheeks, just as I shoot my load deep inside her hot pussy. Clenching her pussy muscles around my cock, she maintains her grip on my ass, while shivering through wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. Collapsing on her chest, I thrust my tongue in her mouth, kissing her passionately, while our bodies struggle to recover from our intense coupling.

"Do you think you can handle two of us?" Cindy asks, smiling, as our breathing returns to normal.

"Do you think she'll agree to it?" I ask, never doubting that I can handle it.

"If you can seduce her into fucking you, I think I can turn it into a threesome." Cindy smiles, kissing me on the lips. Cindy explains her plan to me and it actually sounds feasible. All I have to do is get Lauren to fuck me. It's a good thing I'm already working on it.

Cindy and I go to bed before Lauren gets home. The next morning, there's a note from Cindy on the kitchen counter.

Uncle Jim, Got home late, blowing off first class. Please wake me at 10 o'clock. Thanks, Lauren

It's 9:20, Cindy's already at work. I check Lauren's blog, but she didn't write anything when she got home last night. My cock is hard already, imagining what I'm going to find when I open Lauren's door at 10 o'clock. She is taking every suggestion I give her. I think about ways to suggest a threesome, planting the seed for Cindy's plan to work.

At 9:45, I can't wait any longer. I walk down the hall and quietly open Lauren's bedroom door. I suck in my breath and my heart races, as my eyes take in the vision lying before me. I expected her to be naked and uncovered. I didn't expect this! I stand in the doorway, slowly taking deep breaths and willing my heart to slow down. 

Lauren is indeed uncovered, lying on her back on the bed. Her head is on her pillow, her eyes are closed and her blonde hair is cascading down around her shoulders. Her perfect tits are lying on her chest, their weight pulling them slightly to the sides, creating an enticingly, curvy valley between them. Her right arm extends down across her flat stomach and her hand disappears inside her blue bikini panties. This is what caused me to lose my breath. Her shapely legs are spread apart and her fingers appear to be inside her pussy. 

I take two tentative steps into her bedroom, my eyes never leaving her divine body. I know she's not asleep, yet I have to maintain the illusion that I'm trying not to wake her. I carefully sit on the edge of the bed and slowly run my eyes up and down her body. He nipples are erect, poking out at a slight angle from the top of her tits. Her areolas are smaller than Cindy's, but the perfect size for Lauren's tits. I watch her tits rise and fall with her gentle breathing. Looking at her eyes, I can barely make out the slit she's peeking through to see what I'm going to do.

"Lauren." I call to her. "Lauren." I repeat a little louder, not expecting an answer.

I lay my hand on her stomach and pretend to watch for her reaction. I know she won't react, but I have to continue the charade. Her flesh is smooth and warm. My cock hardens even more, creating an obvious tent in my shorts. I slowly skim my hand over her ribs and lightly cup her left breast. I want to suck her hard nipples, but I control myself, as I gently cup her right breast with my other hand. There is a huge difference between a quick glimpse in a mirror and sitting next to someone with your hands on her tits. They are warm, soft and pliable, as I enjoy the feel of them swelling in my hands, with each breath she takes. I squeeze ever so lightly, disrupting the perfect sphere and pushing her nipples out slightly. When I release them, they spring back to their perfect circular shape.

I turn my attention to her blue bikini panties. Knowing I'm being watched, I lean my face down to within an inch of her pussy and breathe in deeply. Her familiar scent is intoxicating and I wish I could drink from her loving cup. With her legs spread, the thin material of her moist panties is stretched tightly, clearly outlining the back of her hand. Peering closely I can see that two of her fingers are inside her pussy. 

I slip one finger of each hand into the waistband of her panties and slowly peel them down over her hand. Her palm is resting against her mound and her middle two fingers are inside her pussy. Blonde pubic hair is curling around the sides of her hand and between her fingers. Her wet pussy lips are glistening around her two inserted fingers. I want so badly to replace them with my tongue, but I know I can't... not yet! Shifting my hard cock into a more comfortable position, I lightly wrap my hand around hers. Very gradually, holding my breath, I withdraw her fingers from her slick pussy, while watching her face with my eyes. 

When her fingers are fully extracted from her pussy, I gently lay her hand on the bed beside her. Her slightly swollen pussy lips are wide open and juice is slowing dripping down her ass. She must have gotten herself off just before I came in her bedroom. With my finger, I skim a drop of her juice as it drips out and bring it to my lips. Running my tongue across my fingertip, I get my first taste of my niece's delectable pussy. Closing my eyes, I savor the taste and then can't resist just a little more. Knowing that she isn't asleep and I don't really have to be concerned with waking her, I gently run my finger the length of her pussy lips, coating it with her hot juice. A low moan escapes her lips, but she doesn't wake up. Holding my finger under my nose for a minute, I again breathe in her fragrant aroma, before sucking the juice from it. I'm so fucking hard, I feel like I could cum in my shorts without even touching myself.

Reluctantly, I roll her panties up over her mouthwatering pussy, covering her sexy blonde patch. Grabbing the edge of her sheet, I slowly pull it over her tantalizing body, laying it across her neck and shoulders. Leaning over the bed, I grip one shoulder with my hand and gently shake her. I'm not even trying to hide my erection.




Exhibitionist Niece Moves In



"Lauren, it's 10 o'clock. Time to get up." I call to her, while shaking her shoulders. 

"Mmmmm. What?" Lauren mumbles, rubbing her eyes and sitting up. The sheet falls to her waist, revealing her creamy, white mounds and hard, pink nipples. She pretends not to notice as she keeps rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Uh, you said to, uh, wake you up." I stammer, my eyes glued to her luring tits. She opens her eyes and stares at the bulge, my throbbing cock is making in my shorts.

"Oops." She laughs, pulling the sheet up to her chin. "Sorry about that." She says, still staring at my cock. She could be apologizing for letting her sheet drop or for making my cock hard. Not that it matters.

"No, uh, problem." I manage to say, backing out of her room, as her eyes shift to my face. She's smiling at my discomfort as I turn and leave. Fuck! I put my finger to my nose again, breathing in her scent, as I head to my basement office. 

"Goodbye, Uncle Jim." Lauren calls from the top of the stairs."

"Goodbye. Have a great day!" I call back, as I log onto my tech support web page and manage to push Lauren from my mind, for only a few minutes at a time, throughout the rest of the day. 

I'm logging off for the day, when I hear footsteps above me. Lauren must be home from class. The basement door opens and I catch sight of her shapely legs as she descends the stairs. She is again wearing a very short skirt and a cropped top without a bra. She smiles when she sees me watching her. 

"Hi, Uncle Jim. How was your day?" She asks, kissing me on the cheek. 

"Good. How about yours?" I ask, keeping my eyes on my computer screen. Lauren moves behind my chair and starts rubbing my shoulders. Her hands feel good, but this time I don't detect her aroma on her fingers. She leans her head down next to mine and her warm breath against my ear makes my cock swell. 

"I was awake this morning when you came in my room." She whispers, her lips almost touching my earlobe. 

"Oh?" I answer, noncommittally, turning my face toward hers.

"Yeah." She says, brushing her lips against mine. "Your hands felt wonderful, Uncle Jim." She purrs, sliding her left hand from my shoulder and running it across my chest. I loved the way you touched me." She says, moving her body from behind my chair to stand beside me. "You were so gentle and loving." She continues, taking both my hands in hers, she slides them up under her top and presses my palms against her aroused nipples. 

Gently squeezing her beckoning tits, I move my hands in a circular motion, teasing her stiffening nipples against my palms. My cock is rock hard and I roll my chair back slightly to get more comfortable. As her breathing quickens, her tits swell in my hands, pressing her hard nipples into my palms.

"Mmmmm. Uncle Jim." She sighs, swinging her leg over my lap and straddling me on the chair. With one hand on either side of my face, she pushes her tongue inside my mouth while rocking back and forth against my hard cock. Pushing her top over her tits, and pulling her against me, I slide my hands under her skirt and cup her bare ass cheeks. She's naked under her skirt and she's rocking her bare pussy against the bulge in my shorts. 

Breaking the kiss and locking her eyes on mine, Lauren reaches between us and unfastens my shorts. Raising her ass off of my lap, she pulls my zipper down, and reaches in to release my hard cock. I'm not wearing any underwear, so my cock readily springs forth. She smiles as she rubs the head against her wet pussy lips. 

Never breaking eye contact, she hesitates and raises one eyebrow at me. I realize this is it. I'm really going to fuck my niece! I could still stop. I could push her away before I commit incest and violate the trust her parents have put in us. Or could I? 

She smiles again, and decides my morale dilemma for me by slowly lowering herself onto my throbbing cock. Oh fuck! She feels so good; so hot, so wet, so velvety soft. Her pussy molds itself around my cock, as she pushes her tongue back inside my mouth. 

"Oh god! Uncle Jim!" Lauren cries, as I push my hard cock deeper inside her fiery pussy. Before we have a chance to start a rhythm, the basement door opens.

"You still down here?" Cindy calls from the top of the stairs. Lauren jumps off my lap, pulling her top down over her tits and smoothing her skirt. 

"Yeah, we're down here." I yell, zipping my shorts up and turning back towards my computer. Cindy stops halfway down the stairs.

"You two want to go out for Italian tonight?" She asks, her eyes shifting from my lap to Lauren's nipples, hard as steel, poking through her top. "I've got some coupons for that new restaurant downtown."

"Sure, that'd be great, Aunt Cindy." Lauren says, her face still flush.

"Yeah, I'm done here." I answer, shutting down Windows.

"Okay, I'll get changed and be ready in a few minutes." Cindy says, turning to go back up the stairs. As Cindy disappears through the door, Lauren leans down and kisses me hard on the lips.

"We'll continue this later." I say, grazing my hand up her inner thigh. Lauren spreads her legs as my hand brushes against her pussy lips. I part her moist lips and slip my thumb inside her sopping wet pussy. 

"Ohhhh, Uncle Jim!" Lauren moans, leaning her hand on my shoulder and humping against my thumb. I squeeze her ass cheeks with my other hand.

"We'd better get upstairs." I say, pulling my thumb from her wet pussy and standing up. I smile as I put my thumb in my mouth and suck on her juices. Pulling her to me, I kiss her hard, pressing my throbbing cock against her aroused pussy mound. 

"You guys ready?" Cindy calls from the top of the stairs.

"I'll say we are!" I whisper to Lauren. As we ascend the stairs, I slip my hand under Lauren's skirt, squeezing her bare ass cheeks on each step. I can't wait to tell Cindy how things have progressed.

"So, what did I interrupt in the basement?" Cindy asks later, as we're getting ready for bed. After dinner, we walked around downtown, window-shopping. We got home a few minutes ago and Lauren went straight to her room. 

"Lauren had just settled herself on my hard cock when you called downstairs." I answer, lying naked on the bed. I'm on my back with my semi-erect cock pointing toward the headboard. "Would you like to know what she tastes like?" I ask, holding my cock in my hand and offering it to her.

"You were really fucking her?" She asks, crawling up on the bed between my legs.

"Not exactly. Mmmmm." I moan, as Cindy devours my cock in one quick suck. "We, uh, she had just sat down on it when you interrupted us. We hadn't even moved yet. Your timing was perfect." I add, closing my eyes, while Cindy slides her lips up and down my fully aroused cock.

"Yum." Cindy says, pulling her mouth off my cock, but continuing to glide her hand up and down my shaft. "You taste like pussy!" She laughs. "Tell me how it happened." She says, as she feeds my cock back into her warm, wet mouth. 

I explain everything, beginning with going into Lauren's room to wake her up and finding her naked with her fingers in her pussy. By the time I'm done describing our basement encounter, I'm frantically bucking my ass off the bed, humping my cock into my wife's talented mouth. She's teasing my balls, sucking my cock and flicking her tongue along the sensitive underside of my shaft. I erupt, jerkily, shooting huge, goopy streams of cum into her mouth. She sucks and swallows until I am fully spent and I lie back on my pillow trying to catch my breath. 

"Was she tight?" Cindy asks, as she lightly teases my cock with her tongue. "What did her pussy feel like, wrapped around your hard cock?" 

"She was very tight." I answer, enjoying the slow, tantalizing tongue moving up and down my spent shaft. "Her pussy was like a hot, velvet glove, molded around my cock." I say, closing my eyes and reliving the feeling. "As soon as I was inside of her, she hungrily shoved her tongue in my mouth." I tell her, my cock reviving quickly from the memory of Lauren and from Cindy's expert licks and nibbles. "She has such a teenage body, I felt like I was back in high school again." I laugh.

"Getting caught by mom, huh?" Cindy asks, laughing with me.

"Yeah, something like that." I say, pushing my recovered cock against Cindy's moist lips. "Except my mom, never got me off or encouraged me to described all the details to her."

"Too bad." Cindy laughs, kissing her way up my body until she's straddling my hard cock. "I'm not sure how favorably I'll compare to your tight, new friend, but I don't care right now. You've gotten me so fucking horny talking about her and leaving her taste on your cock." Cindy slides her pussy down around my cock and I feel like I'm in heaven. She's not as tight as Lauren, but her pussy muscles grip my cock like only an experienced lover can do. 

"Oh fuck! Baby, you are the best!" I moan, grabbing her ample tits and squeezing while I push my cock deeper inside her hot pussy.

"Am I velvety enough for you?" Cindy teases as she rolls her hips and massages my cock with her pussy muscles. 

"Oh fuck velvety!" I cry. "What you do to me is beyond comparing to our young exhibitionist niece." Cindy sets the pace and I hump my ass off the bed, matching my strokes to her rhythm.

"Suck my nipples!" Cindy begs, as she leans forward dangling her tits in my face. I comply, sucking her right tit into my mouth and nibbling on her hard nipple.

"Bite it!" Cindy cries. "Make it hurt, Jim!" She pleads. I sink my teeth into her erect nipple, twisting my head side to side, the way she likes it, as I flick my tongue over the tip. She's riding the entire length of my shaft as I switch to her other nipple and do the same thing. 

"Oh yes!" She yells, pulling her pussy lips all the way to the tip of my cock before slamming back down around it. She's setting a frenetic pace as I assault her hard nipples with my teeth. Leaning further forward, she pulls my teeth from her nipples, pressing her tits into my chest, as she rocks uncontrollably. Reaching behind her, I cup her ass cheeks for a second before striking each one with a loud, hard smack.

"Oh fuck yes! Spank my ass!" Cindy pants, as she pulls herself more tightly against me. A few more smacks and she's shaking violently.

"I'm cumming! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Goddamn! Keep spanking me!" Cindy yells, clamping her pussy tightly around my hard cock. I slap her a few more times as she shivers and shakes through a tumultuous orgasm. Collapsing against my chest, her quivering pussy pulsating around my hard, throbbing cock.

"You haven't cum yet, have you?" Cindy asks, gently rocking her body on my hard cock.

"Huh uh." I shake my head. "I'm sure you'll fix that after you've rested a minute." I smile. "You are hedonic!" I say. "Do you want some lotion on your ass before we continue?" I ask.

"Not yet." Cindy answers. "I want you to spank me some more and then fuck my ass." She says, lifting her head and smiling at me. "You think Lauren is tight! I'll show you tight!"

And she does. Laying her across my lap, her juices soaking my thighs, I spank her bottom until it's glowing red. Applying moisturizing lotion to her hot ass cheeks, I lubricate her asshole, eliciting moans when I insert my finger and twist it around. Positioning herself on all fours, at the edge of the bed and relaxing her sphincter, she eagerly welcomes my hard cock into her tight puckered asshole. We haven't done this in a while and she is extremely tight, as I slide my hard cock all the way into her lubricated ass. 

"Ohhhh yeah!" She moans, as my balls slap against her pussy lips. With my hands on her hips, pulling her towards me, I pump my hard cock in and out of her tight ass. She's fingering her clit, and pushing back against me, as I increase the speed of my strokes. As her tight ass convulses around my cock, I shoot my built up load deep inside of her. We collapse together on the bed, my cock buried inside her ass, both of us gasping for air.

"Tight enough?" She asks, as I ease my cock from her ass and lie beside her. 

"Fuck yes!" I answer. "Rolling her towards me and kissing her passionately. "You've got no competition from anyone, with your pussy, your ass or your mouth." I reassure her. "Have I missed any orifices?" I laugh.

"I don't think so." She answers. "She tastes pretty good though, doesn't she?" Cindy asks.

"Not as good as you." I answer.

"I'm not looking for compliments, Jim." She sighs. "I'm not trying to compete with Lauren, I'm just commenting that she tastes good." She kisses me on the lips. "You're not going to be jealous when I get off with her are you?" She asks.

"Not as long as I'm there to watch." I answer, honestly. "I love you, Cindy! You are the most wonderful wife in the entire fucking world!"

"Tomorrow's a big day." She says, kissing me again. "Let's get some sleep, so we're up for it."

"I'll be up for it, don't worry." I laugh, kissing her and rolling over. Fuck, if everything goes well, two amazingly sexy women will be sharing my bed with me tomorrow night. I drift off to sleep dreaming about Lauren and Cindy eating each other to orgasms before sharing my dick between them.

The next morning, Cindy and Lauren are both gone by the time I get up. I eat some cereal and log onto Lauren's blog.

BBBarbie: I was so close to fucking my uncle! In fact, I had his large cock inside me and was just starting to move when my Aunt came home. Thank god, we didn't get caught. I had asked him to wake me in the morning. When he came in, I pretended I was asleep. I was naked except for bikini panties and I had two fingers in my pussy. When I didn't wake up right away, his hands were all over me. I was so wet, I got myself off in the shower before I went to school.

VoyGirl: Did he put his cock in you while he thought you were asleep?????

BBBarbie: No, that was later when I got home from school. We were the only ones home. I started massaging his shoulders and whispered that I had been awake the whole time he was touching me. We kissed and then he started playing with my tits and I opened his shorts and took out his gorgeous cock! I slid it up inside me and started kissing him again as I got used to his size. That's when my Aunt came home! He said we'd continue later. I stayed wet all night hoping he'd find a way to sneak into my bedroom, but he didn't. 

VoyGirl: Wow! So is tomorrow the big day?

BBBarbie: I hope so! I'm so fucking horny! When I get home from school tomorrow, I hope. We usually have a couple of hours before my Aunt gets home. That should be plenty.

VoyGirl: Details! What's his cock like?

BBBarbie: It looked really big, but it fit perfectly. I felt full, but not uncomfortably. It all happened so fast, I barely got a look at it. I'm hoping tomorrow to be able to give it some special attention.

VoyGirl: Sounds deliciously incestuous! Gotta go for now. Details tomorrow, okay?

BBBarbie: You got it!

I send her a private message from HippieGirl to lay the groundwork for a threesome.

HippieGirl: Hey BBBarbie, wow, you're on your way! Once he's fucked you, you own him! I used to wait until a guy was addicted to my pussy and then start exerting subtle control. Like, please, please don't fuck your wife tonight; I want to feel like you're all mine for just one day. When he insisted he had to fuck her, I'd beg him to sneak me in to watch. You may be able to take this where I never could; I always thought the ultimate control would be to get him to include me in a threesome with his wife. The way your aunt is using you to get him off, it may be possible. Think about it. That would be the ultimate control. Keep me posted. 

I log off her blog and log onto the tech support web site, my mind whirling with erotic images of Lauren and Cindy. 

Cindy comes home early to put our plan in place. She is going to stay in our bedroom, out of sight until the right moment. 

When Lauren gets home, she comes straight down to the basement without taking time to change. She's wearing loose shorts and a halter-top, with her bra straps showing. 

"Hey Uncle Jim." She greets me, kissing me on the lips and running her hand up my thigh. 

"Hey yourself!" I answered, squeezing her ass cheeks through her shorts. "God! I could hardly wait for you to get home today." I tell her.

"Me too." She whispers, squeezing my growing erection through my shorts.

"I've just got to finish this e-mail and log off. Why don't you go up to your room and get comfortable, I'll be there in a minute." I say, kissing her lips again and giving her ass one more squeeze.

"Sounds great." She smiles. "I'll be very comfortable by the time you get there. Don't be long."

"I'll be right there!" I assure her, logging off the computer. I dial Cindy's cell phone and she answers on the first ring. She had set it to vibrate before Lauren got home. 

"She's on her way to her room. When I join her, I'll leave the door open a few inches." I turn the phone off without waiting for her to answer. We aren't taking the chance that Lauren might hear her voice from the bedroom. I give Lauren a few minutes and then climb the stairs to join her.

"Wow!" I exhale, as I enter Lauren's room. She's lying on her back, completely naked, smiling at me. I drop my clothes on the floor and sit beside her on the bed, staring at her perfect body. 

"You are so beautiful." I whisper, reverently, as my eyes travel the length of her body, memorizing every curve. I lean down and suck her left nipple into my mouth, while I run hand across her stomach and rest my palm on her triangular blonde patch. Since our plan requires her to be in a heightened state of arousal, Cindy and I agreed that I wouldn't eat her just yet, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to taste her delicious juices. While nibbling on her erect nipple, I part her wet pussy lips and slide two fingers up inside of her

"Oh Uncle Jim!" Lauren moans, pulling her knees up off the bed and spreading her legs wider. Winding her fingers through my hair, she pulls my face tighter against her soft tit. Her pussy is soaking wet and instead of finger-fucking her, I use my fingers to scoop up a gob of her juices. Raising my head from her nipple, I suck my fingers into my mouth, savoring her taste. 

"I want to continue where we left off yesterday." I tell her, as her fingers close around my hard cock. "Your pussy was like a tight, velvet glove around my cock. I can't wait to recapture that feeling." I say, looking directly into her eyes, like she did in mine the day before.

Kneeling between her legs and positioning my throbbing cock against her glistening pussy lips, I lower my body onto hers. She pulls her knees up and spreads her legs to give me greater access. As her hard nipples brush my chest, and I push my tongue into her welcoming mouth, my cock glides into her anxious, hot pussy. 

"Oh god! Oh fuck!" Lauren cries and I can't help but agree with her sentiments. Her pussy is so hot, wet and quivering that I'm afraid I'll blow my load right now! I hold perfectly still for a minute as we continue to kiss feverishly. Lauren starts the rhythm, humping her ass off the bed and rocking my body on top of her. I pick it up quickly and start thrusting into her enflamed pussy. 

"Oh God! Uncle Jim!" Lauren moans, digging her nails into my back.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Cindy's voice booms through the room as she pushes open the door. "Get off of her!" Cindy yells, pulling me by my waist and disengaging me from Lauren's soggy pussy. "Get the fuck out of here! I'll deal with you later!" She yells, pushing me towards the door. I pull the door behind me, leaving enough space to see and hear what happens in the bedroom. Cindy is sitting on the bed and has gathered Lauren's naked body into her arms. I'm standing in the hallway, my hard cock dripping pussy juice on the carpeting.




Exhibitionist Niece Moves In



"Oh God!" Cindy cries. "Did he hurt you? Oh fuck! This is all my fault! I should have known better!" Cindy is ranting like a lunatic and I am in awe of her performance. "Are you hurt?" She asks again. "Let me see." She leans Lauren back and attempts to spread her legs. "Did he force himself inside you?" She asks, running her hand up Lauren's thigh and across her swollen pussy lips. 

"No! No! Aunt Cindy!" Lauren protests, scooting back away from her. "It wasn't anything like that!" She says. Cindy gives her a curious look and Lauren hangs her head. "We were... I was... he didn't force me." Her voice trails off and she's not making eye contact with Cindy as she starts sobbing.

"What are you saying?" Cindy asks, concern and sympathy in her voice. "He seduced you?" She asks, again wrapping her arms around Lauren's naked body, comforting her. "Seduced, forced, it's the same thing. You don't know your Uncle Jim. When it comes to sex, he usually gets what he wants."

"Don't blame Uncle Jim." Lauren sobs into Cindy's shoulder. "This is all my fault!" She bellows, tears streaming down her face.

"No! I know your Uncle Jim!" Cindy assures her. "And I've seen the way he's been looking at you." Cindy says, hugging her and running her hands up and down the girl's bare back. "This isn't your fault."

"It is!" Lauren cries, throwing herself facedown on the bed. "I've ruined everything!" She sobs into her pillow as Cindy scoots up beside her on the bed. "You guys were so nice to let me stay here and now I've fucked everything up!"

"Shhhhh. It's alright." Lying on her side next to Lauren, Cindy gently strokes the girl's hair as she tries to console her.

"No, it's not alright!" She cries. "My parents are going to kill me and now I can't finish the semester..." Her voice trails off as she again starts sobbing into her pillow. Cindy moves her hand from Lauren's hair to her back, gently rubbing her hand up and down her spine.

"So..." Cindy says, as she continues massaging Lauren's naked back with her hand, getting very close to our niece's fine, round ass cheeks. "You're sure this was completely consensual? You weren't coerced or forced in any way?"

"I'm sure." Lauren nods. "I'm so sorry Aunt Cindy."

"I'm just glad you're alright." Cindy answers, as she moves her body closer to Lauren's, continuing her gentle back massage.

"Jesus Christ, Aunt Cindy!" Lauren says turning towards her. "You caught me in bed with your husband, my Uncle, and you're concerned that I'm alright?"

"There's no blood relation between you two. "Cindy states matter-of-factly. "You know, you're not that different than I was at your age." With Lauren facing her, Cindy moves her hand to Lauren's hip and gently caresses up and down her side, stopping just shy of her exposed breast. "I used to flaunt my body and get turned on by the reaction I could get from men by exposing a little flesh." 

"Really?" Lauren asks, looking intently at Cindy.

"Really. I was such an awful prick tease in those days; showing my tits, my bare ass, anything to get a rise out of men. Then one day, a guy I was teasing did what your Uncle Jim did, and made me realize where it could all lead." I've never heard this before and I'm not sure if it's true or part of Cindy's plan to seduce Lauren.

"What happened?" Lauren asks impatiently.

"That's a story for another time." Cindy answers. "Right now, I want to talk about what we're going to do about what happened today." Cindy says in a very serious tone. "Your parents don't have to find out about this." She says, waiting for Lauren's reaction.

"They don't?" She asks. "What about me not having a place to stay."

"You don't have to leave either." Cindy says, caressing Lauren's flesh more blatantly than before. "You can even have full access to Uncle Jim to continue what you've started." Cindy says, while Lauren stares at her wide-eyed. "On one condition." Cindy says, as Lauren appears to be dumbstruck.

"You are very beautiful, Lauren." Cindy says, her hands grazing Lauren's stomach and her fingers brushing across her pubic mound. "I'm not surprised your Uncle Jim is attracted to you." Recognition of the condition Cindy is referring to is showing in Lauren's eyes, as Cindy's fingers comb through her blonde pubes and then, lightly caress her inner thigh. "Uncle Jim isn't the only one in this family who is attracted to your enticing body." Cindy says, kissing Lauren lightly on the lips, while her fingers skim over her moist pussy lips. An involuntary shiver runs through Lauren's body as she blinks her eyes like she's coming out of a trance. She's looking at Cindy, apparently surprised that her hands can make her body tingle.

"Your parents won't ever know about today." Cindy says, kissing Lauren's lips. "You can stay here and finish college." Cindy adds, as she slides one finger along Lauren's slippery slit. "You can fuck your Uncle Jim as much as you want" Cindy smiles, as she pushes her finger inside Lauren's pussy. "As long as you make yourself available to me, too." Not waiting for an answer, Cindy pushes her tongue into Lauren's mouth as she finger fucks her niece.

Standing in the hallway watching all of this, my cock is rock hard! I watch as Lauren's body visibly stiffens at Cindy's touch. Cindy continues to expertly manipulate her fingers around Lauren's pussy, running her thumb over her clit as her tongue explores the inside of Lauren's mouth. Gradually, Lauren's body responds to Cindy's touch and whether she's resigned herself to Cindy's ultimatum, or she is actually getting turned on, doesn't matter. 

"You have an amazing body." Cindy says, breaking the kiss." I interrupted you and Uncle Jim just as you were about to climax, didn't I?" She asks, lowering her head to Lauren's breast and sucking her hard nipple into her mouth.

"Um, yes." Lauren says, panting from the kiss, the nipple sucking and the intense finger fucking she's been getting from her aunt. 

"Well, time to rectify that." Cindy announces. "Lay back, sweetie and let Aunt Cindy show you how this is done, girl to girl." Standing up, Cindy quickly sheds her clothes, and then kneels on the bed, between Lauren's legs. 

"Mmmmmm. You look delicious!" Cindy says, lowering her head to Lauren's pussy. I watch the shocked look on Lauren's face transform to blissful elation as her aunt starts to lick her horny pussy. 

"Oh God, Aunt Cindy!" Lauren moans, as she entwines her fingers in Cindy's hair and humps her pussy against her face. "That feels so fucking good!" Lauren's eyes are closed and she's pulled her knees up and spread her legs farther apart. My cock is about to explode as I watch my wife eat our niece's delectable pussy. Cindy is kneeling between Lauren's legs with her ass in the air and I have a clear view of my wife's dripping cunt. I'm tempted to push my throbbing cock inside of it and pound her while she eats Lauren, but I don't want to ruin her plans.

"Ohhhhhh Fuck!" Lauren cries. "Just like that, Aunt Cindy." She's bucking her ass wildly off the bed. "Yeah suck my clit! Don't stop! Ohhhhhhhmygod! I'm cumming!" Lauren is out of control holding the back of Cindy's head while loud slurping sounds are filling the room.

"Aaarrrrgggh!" Lauren screams, clamping her legs around Cindy's head and smashing her face against her pussy. Lauren's head and shoulders shoot up from the bed, jerking frantically as her orgasm rips through her body. Cindy continues lapping up her juices while Lauren catches her breath. 

"Oh God, Aunt Cindy!" Lauren breathes. "I've never had anyone eat me like that before." She declares, as Cindy licks her way up Lauren's body, momentarily sucking each of her erect nipples into her mouth. As she moves her body next to Lauren's on the bed, I get a clear view of Lauren's just eaten pussy. 

"You can't tell me you haven't experimented with girl-girl sex before." Cindy says, as she positions herself next to Lauren on the bed and caresses her niece's tits and her stomach. Lauren turns her head towards Cindy and kisses her passionately on the lips, without answering her.

A post orgasm, dripping wet pussy is one of the most erotic sights in the world. Lauren's blonde pubic hair is matted around her splayed open pussy lips, which are glistening with her delectable juices. It's all I can do to keep from jumping in and lapping up some of her sweet nectar. My cock is positively aching, as pre-cum oozes out the tip. I hope Cindy has plans to include me in this pretty quickly.

Lauren's hands are roaming over Cindy's naked body, as the two women continue to kiss. Cindy is still playing with Lauren's tits and Lauren's right hand is sliding between Cindy's legs. Spreading her legs, to give Lauren better access, Cindy runs one hand over Lauren's blonde covered mound. As Lauren spreads Cindy's pussy lips apart and inserts two fingers into her wet hole, Cindy uses her fingernails to comb through Lauren's tangled blonde pubic hair. 

"Mmmmm." Cindy moans, as Lauren begins pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy. "As much as I'd like for you to do me right now, Lauren. "Cindy sighs. "I think it's time we took care of Uncle Jim, don't you?"

"What do you mean?" Lauren asks, breathily. "Take care of him? Do you mean both of us, together?" Lauren asks. When I hear my name, I start to back away from the door and head for my bedroom.

"Yes." Cindy answers. "Here's what I think we should do..." Her voice trails off as I get to my bedroom door. I go into my bedroom and lie down naked on the bed. I don't have to wait long before Cindy comes in.

"I'm not mad." Cindy says, as she enters the bedroom, still completely naked. 

"You're not?" I ask, admiring Cindy's lovely body, as she walks towards the bed. Her hard, thick nipples, jutting out proudly from her magnificent tits, are an indication of her arousal.

"Well, not anymore, anyway." Cindy smiles. "Lauren and I have reached an agreement." She says, sitting on the edge of the bed and running her hand up the inside of my thigh.

"What kind of agreement?" I ask, knowing full well what, but determined to play my role.

"We're going to share you." She answers, cupping my balls as she beckons Lauren into the room. Lauren's face is still flush from her recent orgasm and her hard, pink nipples are pointing straight out from her firm, young tits. 

"Hi Uncle Jim." Lauren says, sheepishly as she sits down on the other side of the bed and leans her head towards my throbbing cock. "Aunt Cindy is concerned that we didn't get to finish what we started and she's agreed to help us out." Her lips are less than an inch from my cock, which Cindy is now stroking up and down with her hand. "She's already helped me, so now it's your turn." Lauren opens her mouth and Cindy slowly feeds my hard cock into it. 

"Ohhhhhh God!" I moan, as Lauren wraps her warm, wet lips around my cock and slides them down the length of it, flicking her tongue against the underside. Cindy has moved her hand back to my balls and is gently caressing them as Lauren sucks my cock. 

Pulling her lips back along the length of my shaft, Lauren encircles my cock with her hand while she licks the end of it like an ice cream cone. Continuing to tease my balls, Cindy lowers her head between my legs and starts running her tongue up and down the other side of my cock. 

Oh fuck!" I cry, as their two tongues lick up the sides of my cock. I'm humping my ass off the bed and I'm sure I won't last long, when they start taking turns sucking my cockhead into their mouths. Jesus Christ, now they're almost kissing with my cock head between their lips, as they lick and nipple the sides of it. Cindy is still playing with my balls as Lauren strokes up and down my saliva coated cock with her hand. 

They are kneeling on the bed on either side of me, their pussies and asses within easy reach. I place one hand on Lauren's ass and one on Cindy's as they continue teasing my cock with their mouths. While I massage their ass cheeks, my thumbs glide along their slick pussy lips, stroking up and down the entire length and grazing their clits. If this isn't heaven, I don't know what is. Two amazingly sexy women trading my cock between their mouths, as I tease their pussies. 

"Oh god yes!" I groan, as my cock erupts into Cindy's mouth. She must have felt my balls tighten, because she slipped her open mouth over the end just in time. She immediately slides her mouth to the side of my cock so Lauren's mouth can take her place, swallowing my second spurt of cum. They continue to alternate sliding their mouths over the end of my cock until I am completely spent and then they kiss a deeply over the top of my cockhead, trading my cum between them. 

"We're going to get you hard again." Cindy says with a smile. "We're not done with your cock, yet, are we Lauren." 

"Not even close." Lauren says, as she licks up and down my spent shaft. Cindy pulls my knees up and lowers her mouth to my balls as Lauren sucks my soft cock into her mouth. With my wife licking my balls and my niece sucking my cock, I'm fully recovered in no time. With my hard cock pointing at the ceiling, both Cindy and Lauren sit back on the bed and smile at me.

"Which one of us do you want to fuck first?" Cindy asks, cocking her head to the side and smiling. What a question! There is no wrong answer. Fuck, it's implied in the word first, that I'm going to fuck them both! I stare at Lauren's perfectly round tits with her thin, erect nipples and then drop my eyes down to her blonde triangular patch, just above her shiny, moist pussy lips and her long shapely legs. Turning to my right, I encounter Cindy's more abundant breasts with big, thick nipples, protruding like bullets in the center of her large, round areolas. Her unmated brown pubic hair nearly covers her slick pussy lips and her legs are every bit as shapely as Lauren's.

"I can't decide." I say, with a huge sigh. "You both are so tempting, so tantalizing, so irresistible, so fucking sexy! I can't choose!"

"No problem." Cindy says, with a very mischievous grin on her face. "I have an answer for that!" She says, moving over to the other side of the bed. "I saw this in a video once, I hope it works."

"Scoot over a little, Lauren." Cindy says, lying on her back on the bed next to me. "Now sit on my stomach, facing my feet." Cindy says, directing her request to Lauren. 

Lauren complies, sitting down on Cindy's stomach, facing the foot of the bed. 

"Now, lean back." Cindy says, reaching around and cupping Lauren's tits in her hands and pulling her down on top of her. "Slide your ass down just a little." Cindy says, checking their position in the closet door mirror. "Yeah, right there. Perfect." Lauren is lying on top of Cindy with her legs lying out to the sides. Cindy pulls her knees up between Lauren's legs and spreads her legs wide apart.

"Here you go, Jim." Cindy says, with a big smile. "Double-decker pussies!" I hustle down to the foot of the bed and look between their legs. What a sight! Un-fucking-believable! I'm staring at their double-stacked, wide-open, succulent pussies. Cindy starts playing with Lauren's tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples, as she stretches them out from her breasts.

I still can't decide where to start, so I take one long lick from the bottom of Cindy's pussy to the top of Lauren's. Their juices are decidedly different tasting. Cindy's are heavier and thicker than Lauren's with a much stronger flavor. Of course, Lauren has just had an orgasm and Cindy hasn't, which could account for some of the difference. I continue to explore both pussies with my tongue, flicking across their clits and sucking their pussy lips into my mouth. Working up a froth of pussy juice inside Lauren's pussy, I let it run down between her ass cheeks onto Cindy's pussy, before lapping up the mixture of juices from between Cindy's pussy lips. 

As much as I enjoy eating them, the thought of sliding my hard cock in and out, between these two pussies is overwhelming. Reluctantly, I pull my head from between their legs and position my cockhead against Lauren's wet pussy lips.

"Oh yeah, Uncle Jim!" Lauren cries. "Fuck me! Let's finish what we started." I thrust forward and my cock easily glides into her slippery, wet pussy. 

"Mmmmmmm yeah!" She moans. I leave my cock buried deep inside her fiery hole, savoring the feeling of her fiery pussy walls molding themselves around my cock. Slowly sliding back, I extract my cock from Lauren's snug, hot pussy and push it into Cindy's wide-open hole below it.

"Ohhhhh Jim!" Cindy breathes, still mauling Lauren's tits. "You feel so fucking good!" She says, gripping my cock with her experienced pussy muscles as she squeezes Lauren's tits in her hands. I wait until I feel her pussy pulsating around my cock before pulling out and pushing back into Lauren's tight hole. I continue to alternate like this, driving myself and both women wild, knowing that eventually I will have to settle on one pussy to get myself to completion. 

Lauren is humping against my cock as I pull it out of her and slam it into Cindy's anxious pussy. Since I've already cum once, I'm going to try to last through both women's orgasms. As I rapidly piston my hard cock in and out of Cindy's enflamed pussy, I press my thumb against Lauren's swollen clit. Making swirling motions with the end of my thumb, I keep Lauren's arousal building as I attempt to bring Cindy to orgasm. As I pick up my speed, Cindy moves her hands down from Lauren's tits to her inner thighs, pulling on her legs as she tries to buck her pussy against my hard cock.

"Ohhhhhhhhh! Fuck!" Cindy cries, as I continue to pummel her pussy. Because Lauren is lying on top of her, she can't really move with me, but her pussy muscles are pulsing in rhythm with my strokes. 

"Uggghhhhhhhhh! Keep doing what you're doing on my clit, Uncle Jim." Lauren moans. "I'm getting so close."

"I'm cummmmmming!" Cindy yells, digging her nails into the soft flesh of Lauren's thighs. I feel her pussy muscles clench around my cock and her hips jerk as her orgasm overtakes her. As soon as her body relaxes, I pull my cock out and plunge it into Lauren's snug little box. A couple of hard strokes does it for both of us and we explode together in a blissful climax to our impromptu orgy. Collapsing in a heap on the bed, we're panting and gulping air like drowning sailors. 

By the time I've caught my breath, Cindy has turned her body around and is running her fingers through Lauren's sticky blonde pubes. Cupping her ass cheeks in her hands, Cindy gently pulls Lauren's pussy to her face and starts lightly licking at the mixture of cum and pussy juice dripping from her soggy cunt. 

"Oh!" Lauren yelps, as Cindy's tongue plunges into her pussy. "Oh fuck!" Lauren cries, as she spreads her legs farther apart. "I thought I was done, but God, Aunt Cindy! That feels so fucking good!" 

Cindy and Lauren are lying on their sides, facing each other, until Cindy gently rolls Lauren onto her back. Cindy is kneeling on the bed next to Lauren, her tits pressing against Lauren's stomach as she eats her pussy with slow, tantalizing licks. 

"God! No one has ever eaten me after I've been fucked!" Lauren purrs. "Isn't it gross?" She asks Cindy.

"Nothing I haven't already had in my mouth today, is it?" Cindy answers, immediately returning her attention to Lauren's pussy, with long, lingering licks.

Lauren reaches her hand between Cindy's legs and runs her fingers along Cindy's dripping pussy lips.

"Mmmmmmm." Cindy moans into Lauren's pussy, and starts to tongue fuck her niece a little faster. Lauren brings her fingers to her lips and tastes the combined flavors that she has scooped out of Cindy's pussy. 

"Not bad." She smiles, pulling Cindy's leg over her head. Now, in a classic, girl-girl sixty-nine position, Lauren licks up and down Cindy's soaked pussy lips several times before sinking her tongue into Cindy's aroused pussy.




Exhibitionist Over The Edge



When my wife, Joy, and I were married fourteen years ago I found it absolutely impossible to believe that she had never masturbated. Not once in her entire life. I, myself, was an old stroke off master, having been practicing the fine art since I was as young as five. I knew how to do about anything autoerotic that would make me feel good and never was slow about getting myself off no matter when, where, or how. Joy, on the other hand, swore that she had never used a vibrator, dildo, carrot, cucumber, or ever her own fingers to manipulate herself to orgasm. Actually, she found it hard to achieve climax during regular intercourse. Even more of a reason to expect her to be a lifelong, closeted, clit stroker but she swore that was not the case. I was determined to introduce her to the wonderful world of self abuse because as far as I am concerned there is nothing more exciting, more beautiful than the sight of a woman masturbating toward a gut wrenching climax and nothing in the world matters at all except that little cum button nestled snugly inside her vulva. Joy was very reluctant when I first broached the subject of visiting one of the various adult novelty stores in our area and actually gave me the impression that she thought that anyone who would do that to them selves was in need of help and it was just not something she was interested in at all. After three months of nagging I finally convinced Joy to let me purchase one of the old style, hard plastic type vibrators and bring it into our bed one night. She seemed to think it was going to bite or shock her someway-somehow, but eventually I got to the point where I was rubbing it right up against her shaven pussy lips, then a little later I eased it on over to her swollen clitoris to pay some attention to that super sensitive area.

Little did I realize that at that moment I created a monster…

A climax craving, orgasm demanding, “why did I wait so fucking long for this!”, vibrator riding, dildo humping, butt plug stuffing, juice pouring pump bitch was born at that very second and has never, ever looked back!

After that night Joy was constantly wanting to purchase the latest devices from any available source at any price and I was more than happy to do my part to help her in her quest. Within six months she had at least one of every sex toy we could find and spent hours upon hours experimenting upon herself with them whether I was there to enjoy the festivities or not! She had her favorites-the ones that gave her the quickest, longest, or most intense orgasms and kept them separate for extensive practice sessions. Joy told me she had no idea it could be so fantastic to practically cum at her whim and me watching her, cheering her on, telling her how hot she looked only made her hotter and wetter. She soon learned that she enjoyed masturbating and getting herself off while I watched, and “audience” so to speak. We quickly began teasing and fantasizing with each other about getting someone to join us some night during one of her intense masturbation performances and let them see for themselves how fucking hot and wild she could get when her juices were pouring and her cunt was on fire. Neither of us cared if the visitor were male or female as long as they watched and got off on Joy’s “show”. It wasn’t long thereafter that Joy could stand the perverse temptation of showing off her “heat” no longer and decided to make our fantasy become her reality.

We couldn’t decide who to ask to join us since Joy is a business owner here in town and she was afraid loose lips might cut into her business profits and I was not much help either. I came up with several people but due to one reason or another they were not right for her “coming out performance”. I had stopped by the local news center one day to pick up our favorite porn magazines when the answer was there staring me in the face from the rack. A swinger’s magazine. Perfect! Strangers from out of town and people we most likely would never see again suited our desires to the tee. I brought the magazine home and Joy looked it over for a few hours ( working her juicy pussy with a big dildo and vibrator, of course ) to make her picks. She selected four men ( expecting only one or two to be able to actually make the meeting ) and I contacted them to see if they would be willing to come to our hometown for Joy’s little performance in the near future. We received responses from all four within two weeks and arrangements were made to meet us at the Waverly Hotel in downtown Atlanta a couple of weeks later. They all seemed friendly enough in their letter responses and when Joy and I spoke with them on the phone and it was explained to them there would be no sexual contact, only us men watching her as we masturbated for her ( and our! ) enjoyment. All four of the voyeurs were very enthusiastic about the prospect of milking themselves as my hot assed, big tittied woman abused herself right in front of all of them. 

Needless to say, the following days were filled with masturbation and preparation. Being a big lover of lingerie and sexy outfits, Joy had a closet full of things to choose from when the day came for us to check into the Waverly. She carefully selected five of her hottest, sluttiest outfits and picked a wide selection of her favorite fuck toys to take with her. We got there a day ahead of time to settle in and get her ready. Joy was so excited over the outrageous stunt she was about to pull that her pussy constantly poured her sweet juice and the sexy, musky aroma of her excitement filled the room before I went to gather her new friends. Joy and I had decided that since she was so nervous about doing this it would be better if she was left alone to “ set the stage “ for two or three hours beforehand. All of us would simply and quietly enter the room and let events take their course. She was so worked up when I went downstairs she was shaking and quivering all over! 

“ Ready? “ I asked.

“ Yes! I think so…” She replied. Then laughed, “ Fuck it, I KNOW so! Go on. Let me get ready!”

As I closed the door I peeked back and saw her walking toward the suite’s big bathroom with both hands between her thighs, busy on her clit…

Even though all of the four studs she picked had said “ yes “ to her invitation, she still expected only one or two to show up. Me to, actually. But within thirty minutes of our selected time to meet I was sitting at a table with all four of them, having stiff drinks and getting acquainted. I told them I was cool with the entire set up and arrangement so they wouldn’t be uptight. Right at seven o’clock I stood and told them to follow me and lets all have some fun!

The key clicked, the door swung open onto the huge suite, and we all walked in. The lights were real low all except for the way Joy had directed the overheads to illuminate the king size bed she lay upon. No music, but the soft and steady buzz of a powerful electric vibrator could easily be heard. Chairs were set up in different positions all around the bed. Booze, assorted “ party favors “, and towels were in abundance. And Joy was obviously ready to perform for whoever may be watching! All of us just stood and stared at what was presented to us there upon the snow white cover of the bed…

Joy lay in the center of the bed in one of her hottest “ fuck me “ outfits, legs spread wide to offer an immediate view of her completely shaven pussy and the creamy flow of cunt milk that oozed from it to run down between her tanned ass cheeks. Her hot body was squeezed tightly into a canary yellow corset that shaped her waist even smaller and had only half-cups to support-not contain- her enormous 40dd tits. Those mouth watering mammoths were proudly on display with their big brown nipples and silver dollar sized aureole, slowly rising and heaving with each inhalation. The corset had four garter straps on each side and their snaps were secured to the reinforced tops of a pair of coffee colored stockings, pulling them far up on her thighs-within a few inches of her soaking wet crotch. Their color added to the deep tan Joy already had and glistened under the light with a seductive twinkling. Matching yellow, six inch, open-toed stilettos with ankle straps were on her feet and dug softly into the bed as Joy used them to steady herself to pump her cunt up and down on the vibrator busy between her lips. Blood red polish and lacquer coated her finger and toe nails and she wore a moderate amount of jewelry as accessories. Since this was to be a “ performance “, Joy had put on her make up a little on the slutty side to enhance it and looked super hot for her efforts! Full, flowing brunette hair spread out upon the pillow looked lovely. And her full, pouty lips slightly parted as she softly hissed breath in and out was the only other sound in the room beside her buzzing buddy. Joy’s eyes were shut and she took no visual notice of us, even though she knew we were in the room-watching…

Taking the lead, I decided to make the men more at ease by getting things started for us. I went to the chair I wanted and proceeded to remove all my clothing. All except the black latex thong I liked to wear when enjoying one of her cum shows. It fit tight in my ass cleft and had openings for my shaved balls to hang through and an opening for my cock, which was already swelling rapidly-both from being involved in this fantasy come reality and seeing my cum crazed wife exposing and abusing herself so easily in front of total strangers! Over the next several minutes all of our guests shed their clothing and assumed their viewing positions. Drinks in one fist-hard cocks in the other! I alternated between watching Joy work herself and watching her audience enjoy her straining efforts. It was a totally hot and unreal scene and I was delighted she had came up with this perverse idea! 

Joy’s admirers paid me little mind as I watched them…

Ranging in age from about thirty up to about fifty, all were what I knew she would consider handsome or good looking men. The youngest man’s name was Joey ( she and I both remember all their names. How could we ever forget them! ) and he eagerly stroked his hard member while ogling her tits and gooey cunt. The oldest, Mac, was a black dude and had a cock that would make Joy’s eyes bulge when she finally got to see it. She had only seen black meat in porn movies and always got miserably heated up over their massive cock sizes. Uncut and about eleven+ inches long, Mac’s wrist thick tool was very impressive indeed! His big, sperm laden balls hung heavily downward and actually swayed a couple of inches below the chairs cushioned bottom. Ricky and Carl were in their early forties and had no qualms about stroking meat to the hot bitch showing off in front of them. Both of these gentlemen partook heavily of the offered “ party favors “ and enjoyed themselves with a perverse gleam in their eyes. It was Ricky, sitting there with a fist full of stiff nine inch cock that really got things rolling when he began vocalizing his desires by instructing Joy in her masturbatory endeavors.

“ Fuck, man! This babe is really hot!” Rick said, looking my way.

I replied with a nod toward Joy, “ You like that, buddy? You like what she’s doing for us-for you?!”

“Oh, Yeah! I love to watch women get their pussies all worked up and make themselves cum!” He said more to her than to me. “ You look good, baby doll! Pump that pussy for us! “

Joy moaned softly and intensified her pumping motion. The lips of her totally soaked cunt spread outward and wrapped a little way around the rubber tip of the vibrator. Her swollen clitoris stood erect from underneath it’s hood and seemed to be bigger than I had ever seen it before. Her ass lifted off the bed each time she hunched upward and the juice she was pouring strung between her cheeks and the cover. 

“ Oh, oh…oh, God “, She moaned and reached over to the assortment of toys she had placed close by on the bed. As if by magic Joy grabbed one of her favorite dildos and guided it toward her slit. Giving her vibe a moment to cool, she placed the head of the dildo between her lips and began penetrating her sex slowly. The dildo was ten inches long and shaped like a real cock. Soft rubber to fill all bends inside a tight pussy, no batteries, just cunt filling pink rubber. Joy’s pussy was ready and opened up for the head and three inches on the first thrust of her hips. She groaned, smiled decadently, and began fucking herself. Wet, hairless outer lips sucking it inward as her vulva stretched to accept its’ thickness. 

“ Fuck yourself slow and deep, baby doll. Your pussy looks so good taking that big dick I can’t stand it! My cock is so hard it aches. Aches for you and your hot pussy! Show Ol’ Ricky how deep you can take that cock, baby doll. Take it deep for me! “ 

Joy grinned with her eyes still closed but looking toward Ricky’s voice. She whispered, “ You want to watch it get fucked deep in there? Just like you want to do it to my pussy? Watch now…watch my little pussy…”

Concentrating on her performance intently, Joy rotated her hips around and around to let the head of her dildo stretch the flesh inside her a little more. Then lifted both feet and legs up off the bed and buried the remaining length of rubber dick all the way up into her heaving belly.

“ Uuuunnnnggggghhhhhhhuuuuuhhhhhhhh! “ Joy grunted.” Could you fuck me that deep? Are you that big? “

“ Almost, baby doll. Almost. But I wouldn’t make you work for it. I’d just make you take it! All the way to my balls! “ 

“ Oh, fuck me…ohh, ooohhhhh…I think I’m gonna cum! You wanna see me cum? “ Joy hissed between clenched teeth. 

I spoke to my woman for the first time, “ We all want to see you cum you hot bitch you! All of us! Show us how you work your cream out! Cum for us NOW! “

“ All of you! “ Joy gasped. “ How many are there…?” With that she opened her eyes to take in her audience and when she saw that all of her invitees had shown up she exploded! We all had raging hard-ons and were jerking them furiously in her honor. Precum oozed from our piss slits to form a foamy froth on our fists.

“ OH MY GOD!!! “ Joy squealed when she saw all the meat surrounding her. “OOOHHHHHH FUCKKKK!!! I’m CUMMING! I’m CUMMINGGGGGG!!! “ 

Her sexy body tightened as the first wave of orgasm ripped through her stomach and exploded in her stuffed cunt. Arching and bucking, pumping and hunching her back violently as the big rubber cock was repeatedly rammed deeply into and pulled back out of her sopping wet fuck slit, she groaned and squealed for over a full minute while showing us how hot this perverse experience was making her! Slowly her climax subsided and she eased the dildo out of her cunt. The inner walls of her pink pussy flesh stretched outward as if reluctant to give up its’ pleasure. But, true to form, my little masturbation junkie never missed a beat and selected her next toy to use upon herself. 

“ You all came to watch me! “ Joy said in half amazement. Looking around at the group surrounding her bed she took her time in savoring the sight of each man and the tool he fisted for her. “ God, this makes me so fucking hot! What a bunch of beautiful cocks! “ Joy’s gaze lingered upon Mac’s gigantic tool for quite some time and while doing so she began inserting the butt plug she had selected inside her tight, tender, super lubed asshole. Pulling her legs backward so far that her knees were almost even with her ears, Joy craned her head forward to observe the anal penetration. One hand grasped an ass cheek and the other put the plugs tip against her relaxed and slightly bulging sphincter.

“ Watch this, guys. Watch how easily she takes this up her ass. She gets even more turned on when she has her ass full. Don’t you, you little slut? “ I told my fellow jackers.

Loving to be talked to seriously nasty and perverted made Joy get even more brazen and she pushed the first three inches up her ass very slowly. “ Oohhh! Ummmm! Yeah! Yeah! I’m acting like a slut so I guess that’s what I am! You guys like that though, don’t you? “ She slowly fucked the three inches of rubber in and out of her stretching sphincter to loosen up and we could see pink ass flesh beginning to bulge from up inside her.

Joey spoke for the first time, “ I love it , you bitchin’ slut! You ass slut! You got me just about to shoot watchin’ you fuck that butt hole like that! Take it deeper…Take it all up that hot ass for me! “

Joy grunted and pushed and the butt plug moved forward, stretching her ass muscle wide as it penetrated deeply and completely-all the way in until her tortured sphincter clamped shut around the base. She twisted the handle until it was running up and down her crack and used both hands to hold her cheeks far apart. We jacked and watched her squeeze, flex, and suck the thick plug with her ass muscles until it was positioned perfectly inside her bowels. Then she reached for another toy…

“ Get real close, guys. I want you close enough to see my pussy twitch and smell what comes out of me! Come closer! “

We all pulled our chairs as close as possible and leaned in until our faces were only three or four feet away from her. She turned on her left side and hiked her right leg up to display everything and held it there with her right arm. Grabbing her electric vibe once more she started clit flogging her obscenely swollen, blood engorged, totally unhooded clitoris. Remaining directly on it and pumping in a fucking motion with her hips told me exactly what she was about to do to herself.

“ Watch this shit, men! You won’t believe this! Watch what she does! “ I told them.

We all continued stroking ourselves to her obscene performance and soon my new friends were treated to a sight I still found hard to believe whenever I saw her do it. With the big butt plug firmly embedded in her ass, filling and stretching her sphincter and bowels full, Joy began a brutal assault directly on her clitoris. Fucking back and forth, back and forth, she concentrated all the buzzing power it could provide no where but on her clit for several minutes. Her asshole would alternately flex and bulge, flex and bulge, as if trying to spit out the ass invader but it was locked in too tightly. Her strained silence gave way to low whimpers at first then gradually grew into whorish moans of painful pleasure. Sweat popped out on her forehead and between her gigantic breasts in the deep cleavage separating them. Releasing her uplifted leg momentarily she reached for one of her hooked ’G” spot vibrators and masterfully fucked its’ length inside her heaving belly. I could tell exactly when she hit pay dirt because her eyes opened wide and bulged! 

“ That’s it! I’m on it! I’m on it! OhfuckingoddamnamightyI’monit!!! “ Joy was incoherent as the intense pleasure / pain wracked her tortured clitoris. “ I’mcumming nowIcan’tstopithereitis ooooohhhhhhhggggoooooodddddddd!!!! “

Within seconds she released her grip on the “ G “ spot vibrator and grabbed her leg once again. The first hard spasms of her spasming cunt expelled it and a thick, gooey, milky glob of cunt juice flooded out behind it. Her hips were rapidly fucking back and forth to pound her clit into the vibe unmercifully. Then it happened! A deep gutteral grunt came from her throat and her crotch arched forward and froze in place. A long rope of fuck milk erupted from inside her and squirted a foot or so to splatter the coverlet she lay upon. Every two seconds she would jerk that way and another eruption would spurt out, all thick and musky smelling. Within moments all the studs enjoying what I found out later to be the first female ejaculation they had ever witnessed let it be known she had pushed them over the edge and were ready to have their first orgasm of the weekend. Phrases such as: “ God damn, bitch! You’re making me shoot! “ “ Fuck me I’m cumin’ to! “Here’s my big load for you, baby doll! “ Son-of-a BITCH you’re fuckin’ so HOT!!!”




Exhibitionist Over The Edge



I encouraged her audience of rock hard studs to not waste their loads but to spray them all over Joy while she squirted her liquid orgasm. She loved to feel hot sperm going all over her flesh and this was going to be more ball juice than she could have ever imagined at one time and I knew she would want to be bathed in all of it! I stood and stroked myself right to the edge and told my companions to shoot off all over her while she came for us. They quickly stood and soon all five of us were stroking out gob after ropey gob of fuck spunk, thoroughly drenching my hot cum bitch in a creamy blanket of sperm! Her huge titties, her hair, face, nylon encased legs and feet, and shaved pussy ran with a river of man juice and she reveled in its’ feel and smell. When she finally stopped squirting and cumming she seemed to be a little embarrassed by her obscene actions and excused herself to tidy up and put on a new outfit for us. Mac seemed disappointed when she left but I assured him she had only began and much, much more of her wanton, whorish, and demented masturbatory behavior were soon to come. All of us but Mac and Joey sampled the ’ party favors “ while she was in the bath room and fixed fresh, strong drinks. We cleaned the bed by removing and replacing the bed clothes and waited for her return.

None of us bothered to get dressed since we knew it would be a waste of time. We just small talked about our jobs, sport teams we supported, junk like that until about an hour later Joy rejoined us. She strutted across the suite toward us in her new “ fuck me “ ensemble and took a few minutes to sit on the edge of the bed and get acquainted with our guests. She also “ primed “ herself with “ party favors “ and a drink as she talked and openly gazed at and admired all the fresh hanging meat here with her. Mac’s enormous tool and heavy hanging balls kept drawing her attention more than any and she eventually could stand it no longer and asked me with longing in her eyes, “ I’ve never seem one that big in person! Can…can I…can I touch it? “

“ Sure, baby. Get a good feel of it. You mind, Mac? “ I asked.

“ Oh, naw. I don’t mind at all, Missy. You help yourself there all you want. Ol’ Mac would really like that! “

Joy reached and took his big black cock meat in her hand and began softly stroking it up and down about three inches each pull. Her fingers would not completely reach around it even with it soft and when it began to swell she had to use both hands, one atop the other on either side to keep it under control. Soon it was at full hard and she was absolutely mesmerized by its’ phenomenal size.

“ I’ll bet you would split a woman into with this thing wouldn’t you? “ She queried.

“ It would rip me apart, I know it would! “ 

“ I’ve had a few couldn’t take all of it, Missy, that is so. But they all loved what they could take. Then again, when Ol’ Mac gets to fuckin’ their pussies all slow and easy they mostly loosen up and manage to get it all in. Why? You wantin’ some of it up in you, Missy? “

Joy looked my way and I gave her a noncommittal stare as if leaving that decision up to her. She looked back down at his massive slab with its’ huge bulbous head and thought for a moment.

“ You would kill me I know you would. I couldn’t take it. “

With that she stood for us to admire and comment on her new outfit. Walking around the suite to give us a long look she asked for comments.

“ HOT! Fucking Hot, baby doll! “

“ I’d love to fuck your sweet ass in that get up, bitch! “ 

“ Don’t do this to me. I can’t stand it! Come on over and give me a taste of your pussy! “ 

“Get back up there and let’s see more of that pussy action you like so well. I wanna see you fuck your tight asshole! “

“ You’re so hot now I can smell your pussy! “

Joy was beginning to get agitated again and I knew that the amount of time since her last climax was more than she was accustomed to when she was in this state. She went back to the bed and started her performance once more. As she got on her hands and knees, arching her back deeply to lift her hot, tanned ass high into the air she deftly selected the toys she would need for this “ show “. Her out fit was as slutty and brazen as the one worn before: Black French-cut bra that served as more of a platform to heft, hold, and display the humongous jugs and the acres of tittie flesh covering them than an actual restraining device, black satin waist cincher corset so tight I don’t see how she could breathe that sported not three garter straps per side as the previous corset had done but six per side so the deep coffee colored, back seamed, reinforced heel and toe stockings she wore were pulled tight up into her still smoldering crotch right up against her heat swollen pussy lips, and black patent leather stilettos with the required open toes and ankle straps. Joy had reapplied her make up even heavier which was a sure sign to us men that she was feeling even more perverse and whorish than before. Joy told me as we were planning this adventure that the main reasoning behind it for her was that she had always longed to really let loose and be a “ dirty little slutty “ since she had been a goody two shoes most of her life. Obviously she intended to let that dark side out and be very slutty indeed! I had no qualms with that idea whatsoever. As a matter of fact I was getting the distinct feeling that Joy intended to get a lot more out of this encounter than we had discussed earlier. I told myself, “ Fine. Let’s see what transpires! “

Joy had bathed but it was clear to us that she hadn’t bothered douching her pussy because still an inordinate amount of cunt seepage flowed and ran from her heated sex. It had already begun to soak into her stocking tops and added to their sexy shimmer. The plug had been removed from her anus and the light brown fleshy muscle was parted slightly in its’ relaxed and receptive state to offer us a view inside her rectum. It shone with slick secretions and was an inviting pink in color. All up and down the length of her ass cleft the seepage had coated her in a fine layer of her own special nectar. First, the trusty electric vibrator found its’ way to her clit and she fuck hunched against its’ throbbing pulsations. Then she displayed more of her masturbatory dexterity by positioning her right leg at a 90 degree angle out from her torso with knee bent to rest her stiletto on the bed. She rested her head on the coverlet so she could look back between her legs and not only watch most of the action going on between her splayed thighs but also watch us watch her. We all were again working up to full hards and loved what she was doing to herself. In this stretched position everything was exposed and on full display. Ass cheeks parted wide to show off the precious bud bulging between them, smooth shaven outer cunt lips spread apart allowing her pink vulva to distend and flower open, and her 40dd boobs hanging and swaying from her once again heaving chest, and all of it glistening with a layer of cream from her overheated belly. Deftly she retrieved another one of her dildos to use on her loosened sphincter. Joy reached around over her back and hips to find her most private opening and plunged half of its’ eight inch length into her bowels. This dildo was stiffer and had ridges and bumps all over the thick shaft but she never flinched as it was swallowed up. It was vibrator equipped and she turned it on. A deep, hot, buzzing sensation filled her anal cavity and we saw goose bumps come our on her flesh. 

“ ooooooooohhhhhhh, yesssss!!! That feels so good! Does it look good to you guys? You like to see my little ass get fucked? “ Joy whispered between clenched teeth.

Naturally we all encouraged her to go farther, show more, do more. Cheering and telling her how hot she looked and how hot she made us. I watched the men masturbate wildly at the sight of this insatiable bitch violating herself in the most perverted way any of them had ever witnessed. Sweat was forming and running from their flesh and none of them seemed aware of anything except the stiff tools in their fists and Joy’s stretched and stuffed asshole.

“ I like for both holes to be fucked at the same time sometimes so watch me close now…watch me close… “ Joy instructed. She grabbed another vibrating dildo covered with gnarly bumps, ridges, and painful looking protrusions and replaced the electric vibe at her pussy with it. Slathering the head between her lips to get it lubed, she then fucked down on it until practically all eight inches buried inside her straining cunt.

“ UUUNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH! “ Joy grunted, feeling the walls of her pussy stretch. Still staring between her splayed legs to see the many, many inches of hard, precum oozing meat being pounded in appreciation of her show she set up a rhythm with the two long, thick, and gnarly dildos buried up her ass and cunt. As she fucked the length of one up her ass, the other slowly was extracted from her gaping vulva. Then in reverse, one slips back inside the heated depths of her cunt and the other is pulled from her asshole, stretching a couple of inches of wet, pink ass flesh outward with it, then reverse, over and over again. On every stroke Joy was taking the entire length of both dildos from head to base, just leaving the head inside as she prepared for the next stroke. The juices poured from her gaping cunt lips in an obscene, musky smelling river and soaked the tops of her stockings even more and dripped down to the bed. Then her hips began working in a steady fuck motion, up, down, back, forth. Again and again as she truly began torturing her inner walls by twisting and turning the head of each dildo to stretch her tender meat. Her plump red lips were agape and raspy draws of breath came and went between them as her heat built to an uncontrollable pitch. Eyes bulged at the sight of so much hard cock right there with her. Eventually she was whining like a child that had been denied some treat or another. Spasms of small orgasms tore at her pussy and belly and she reached the point where she was truly “ Over The Edge “ with her perverse and outrageous desires and cravings.

Ripping both plastic dicks from her holes she tossed them aside and looked over her shoulder right into my face and said in a most convincingly begging tone, “ Fuck it, God Damn It! I’ve got to have some cock!! I’ve got to have some fucking cock in me right now!!! REAL COCK! REAL DICK! Please let them fuck me! Let all them fuck me full of their big dicks! I NEED it!!! PLEASEEEEEEEE!!! “

She was on the verge of tears-tears of need, craving, and unstoppable desire and held her ass high, waving it round and round like a dog in heat. I wanted to see my bitch get fucked just as badly as she wanted to be fucked so I motioned to our new fuck buddies to go at her!

“ Go ahead. Fuck her! Give her all the cock she can take! See if you can fuck her down and make her beg for you to stop! “ I commanded and they were quick to obey! Ricky jumped to the edge of the bed, cock in hand, and told Joy, “ I’ll fuck this hot cunt! Get it on back here to me baby doll so I can fuck you! “ He reached out to grasp her waist and helped her scoot back to meet his cock head. She kept looking back over her shoulders to keep an eye on everyone and what they were intending to do with their stiff pricks.

“ Oh, yes, Ricky! Fuck me! Fuck your dick up my pussy right here in front of my husband! “ Joy whimpered as she felt the head of his dick meat slapped up and down her cunt crack. “ I need it now, fucker! FUCK ME!! “

Ricky wedged the blunt tip of his long shaft inside her pink, distended pussy flaps and grabbed her hips roughly. Thrusting forward hard he buried every inch of his big dick up in her hungry belly! She merely grunted at the harsh intrusion since she was already loosened up from the dildo stretching she had given herself. She rode Ricky’s shaft like a professional and tossed her head from side to side whispering, hissing between tightly clenched teeth, “ I’m such a slut! I’m such a whore! Taking a cock like a bitch in heat in front of my husband! Such a slut whore! Riding one cock and wanting more! More dick in me! Fucking me! Fucking me like the slut whore I am! I need more cock!! Someone come around here and give me their dick to suck!!! “

I was amazed ( and pleased ) at Joy’s actions. Never before had I ever seen her this fuck crazy. A combination of booze, drugs, and an overdose of fat cocks had succeeded in driving her absolutely cock mad and I had no intention of stopping it. In fact, I intended to do my best to see that she would be fucked senseless-if that was possible while she was in this state!

“ I’m going to watch awhile fellows. All of you go to her and GIVE her all she wants and you TAKE all you want!” I instructed and went to the armoire to set up the video and two 35mm flash cameras. Things had progressed precisely to the point I wanted and desired them to. I wanted to be sort of out of the picture so I could not only fulfill one of my greatest fantasies but also get hundreds of photos and miles of video of the event. And Joy’s manic pussy and cock crazed brain would not miss me a bit as long as she had plenty of attention from her four lovers and their big, hard cocks!

Setting up my camcorder took only a few moments and retrieving my 35mm and film was even quicker. I pulled the big, comfortable sitting chair up to within about seven feet of the bed, snorted a bit of dope, mixed a large, stiff drink, and enjoyed pleasuring myself while spending the next two hours watching Joy being put through the “ Fuck Wringer “ so to speak! Put in every imaginable position and forced (it didn’t take TOO much force!) to perform the visitor’s bidding no matter what it was. Two of them made her lick the cracks of their asses and rim their sphincters before plunging her pink tongue as far inside them as it would go-then suck….Gargling their balls back and forth, all the while being fucked from behind like a jack hammer. Gang banging her insatiable ass one after another soon resulted in an unGodly glob of mixed cunt grease and male ball slop sloshing around inside her belly. Her pussy was never empty of cock long enough for it to ooze out so it grew bigger and nastier as each stud pumped another load up in her! It was an unbelievably obscene sight and I zoomed the camcorders lens in close to her tummy so it would record just how much cum Joy had swallowed to make her belly hang so full and plump with pump juice. They even found a spoon and began dipping the sperm out of her sloppy slit and feeding it to her. Joy ate it with gusto, whimpered madly, and tripled her hunching action on whatever cock was filling her spasming belly at that moment! There was never a lack of cock in her face for her to suck and within a couple of hours of gang banging her asshole, stretched cunt muscles, and gaping, gasping throat I felt certain she must have swallowed a quart of squirt. I had done my part to fill her gullet full by face fucking her while tears of total abandon and whimpers of shamed submission echoed from her dick pumped throat. She looked up at me several times to gauge my reaction to her uncharacteristically whorish behavior. She seemed truly shamed for not being able to keep these cravings at bay but when I smiled a wicked smile at her and nodded my encouragement she shivered and went right back into her out of control fuck frenzy.

I got my sweat and spunk splattered woman to swallow my load twice while filming her and her pump boys on a two hour tape. When it ran out I playfully called out, “ Cut! “ and damned if everyone didn’t quit fucking and sucking and gave a sigh of relief. Joy managed to crawl from the bed, leaving a super thick trail of sloppy pump scum trailing behind her.

“ Oh, Dear God! I… I have got to…got to go clean up a little…” she said. Looking down at the sperm, sweat, and caked on pussy juice that covered her torso from her big 

( now bruised and chewed ) boobs she let out a shrill laugh. “ A little HELL! Christ I won’t be back for two hours I’m so nasty! Look what we all did!”

Carl and Ricky didn’t like the idea of being deprived of her tight pussy and hungry mouth for two hours. Both jumped in front of her and Carl told her seriously as hell, 

“ Forty-five minutes. Or I’m coming in to get you. And I think I might like that…..”

Not to be intimidated by anyone, Joy smirked at Carl. “ Don’t wait that long if you think you can be of assistance to me in the bathroom. Come on now. I can think of several things for you to do….” 

Carl followed and the rest of us snickered. They, because they only could guess at Carl’s fortune, but, I laughed because I was certain of what his “ chores “ would be!

Carl would be told to prepare her douche, fill her enema bag, run her bath water, and probably before being told to get out he would swallow a little of the backup in Joy’s bladder to show his appreciation. 

While Carl tended to Joy’s toilet business the rest of us guys drank and talked the small talk. Finally the subject got back around to sex. And I took these strangers in my confidence. I told them my hottest fantasy…my favorite that always got me off. 

“ I don’t know why, but I have always wanted to get her in bed with me and another man-a REALLY hung man-and work her up really good then do a D.P. on her! “

“ D.P.? “ Asked Mac.” What’s that shit? “

“ You need to watch more pornos, buddy! “ Joey cracked. “ A D.P. is a double penetration. When a chick is on top riding one cock and another guy comes up from behind and fucks her up the ass.” 

“ Shit! “ Mac said.” That sort of crazy shit would kill a woman! Split her slap into! Ain’t no woman gonna let you do that to her! “

“ Mac, I swear to you that I know five women right here in this area that not only have done it, they now go out looking to get into another one and have very little trouble finding partners. One of those five divorced her husband when he refused to join in them with her and now has a string of young 18-23 year old studs that are happy to come over and double up on her. I swear it! Joy gets turned on watching the movies but won’t go any farther. This is what we are going to do when she and Carl come back out…..

I told them my simple plan, they agreed it would work, and Joy’s fate - well, at least her pussy’s and butt holes fate- had been sealed.



Taking a moment to sip a couple of quick drinks, Joy allowed us to eye her in her latest “ fuck me “ wear: white corset with French cups and six garter straps, a fresh pair of tan colored stockings, and white stilettos. The French cups held her enormous boobs out on display and they were almost spilling over the sides. All signs of the previous cum bath she had endured were washed away and it was obvious she was ready for the next round. Her puffy cunt lips framed the swollen clitoris protruding from between them and a thin sheen of seepage coated the slit. Turning her back to us she leaned over the end table containing the party favors and took a large nose full. When Joy bent forward her ass cheeks parted slightly and we all got a good look at her tiny, puckered sphincter in its’ butt nest. I got a secret thrill just thinking about what was in store for her little ass flower

And my cock began to rise again. Joy strutted over to the bed and positioned herself face down, two pillows underneath her belly, ass lifted high and shiny nylon clad thighs stretched apart as far as they could possibly go. All of her hot sex was on shameless display for us and one by one us men began stroking ourselves in homage to her brazenness. Just lying there, not making a sound, Joy began to slowly, rhythmically pump her hips up and down in a fucking motion as if she were arching upward to meet a thrusting cock. Then side to side. Up and down, side to side. Over and over, showing us how she would fuck a long, thick dick if it were up inside her. The more she worked the hotter and wetter she got and soon her milky flow oozed out once more to run where it may. 




Exhibitionist Over The Edge



“ Mac? “ Joy intoned.

“ Yeah, baby. I’m right here! What you want? Some of Mac’s big dick? “ He answered.

“ Later, Mac. Later. What I want you to do now is to look in the night stand drawer and get that tube of K Y jelly out for me. Will you do that? “

Mac stood up, his massive tool swaying and bobbing in front of him, and retrieved the fresh tube. 

“ What you want me to do with it, baby doll? You need some on your pussy? “ Mac asked hopefully.

“ Yes! Yes, I need for you to massage lots of it all over my cunt and up inside of my hole. Then put some in the crack of my butt and all on my butt hole. O.K., Mac? Will you do that for me? “ joy whimpered and hoisted her ass even higher.

“ Sure, baby! Glad to! “

Mac thoroughly greased and slickened Joy’s pussy and ass cleft with the greasy K Y, paying special attention to fingering gobs of it up inside her fuck slit and flexing sphincter. When he was finished she thanked him and told him to look in the bottom drawer of the other end table. He did and handed her the two fuck toys she had stashed in there. All of our eyes bulged at what we saw! Two dildo / vibrators of gigantic proportions, both totally covered with thick ridges and bumps. One was at least fifteen inches long and shiny black in color. It was as thick as a man’s wrist and curved upward at an angle so as to hit her “ G “ spot when it was fucked up inside her tender pussy flesh. The other was neon blue and transparent to allow people to see all the little gears and switches that made it squirm and rotate like a demented cobra when turned on. Not quite as thick as the other one, but a couple of inches longer. Both were awesome looking weapons of pussy destruction! Joy held one in each hand and did her magic to get them in position to go to work on her sex. Twisted a little like a pretzel, she didn’t seem to mind as soon as the vibrating, throbbing, squirming heads touched her clit and asshole!

“ Ooooooooohhhhhh, yeah! Uuuummmmm, that feels so good! So good on my wet pussy! Does it look good? Does it look good to you guys? “ Joy intoned.

A chorus of “ Fuck yeah! “ “ Damn straight, baby doll! “ “ Hottest shit I ever seen you little bitch! “ “ Fuck it, baby! Fuck it hard! “ rang out in support of her perverted display. I knew how tight Joy’s pussy was and how tender her asshole was so I thought this must all be for show. No way she could take even half the rubber cock she had slithering around between her legs and cheeks! No fucking way! I had no alternative but to wait, watch, and see…. 

Joy kept up the pumping motion with her ass, holding one dildo where it sawed up and down between her spread lips and vulva while pressing the thickness and length of the other deep into the greased crack of her backside so the friction of her humping would heat up her sphincter to make it a bit more pliable when the time for penetration came. 

Mac had lubed Joy to the max and each pelvic thrust made a soft. liquid squishing sound and us guys could tell that her own juices were flowing heavily again because that old familiar heated musky aroma was rapidly filling the room again. Within minutes of her getting on the bed she had worked up a thick froth of mixed lube and cunt milk. Running so thick a man could drink it out of her with a straw! She grunted and lifted her stomach up a few more inches. She slap slathered the big, bulging head of the black dildo around her slit to open it up and wedged it between her shaved lips. Rolling her hips round and round a few times, then Joy bucked down on the obscenely big head trying to penetrate her precious vulva! Keeping the pressure on, body quaking and straining, Joy gives out a loud grunting moan as her pussy distends to its’ maximum and swallows the first three inches of her plastic lover.

“ OOOOOOHHHHHH, MY GOD!!! “ Joy wailed. “ I…I…I CAN”T DO IT! DEAR GOD IT HURTS! “

She tensed and flexed over and over again as the pain of partially torn pussy flesh seared her belly. The dildo was still tight in her cunt and she lay quivering with it hanging out of her gaping slit. I was horrified that my hot and slutty woman might have done permanent damage to her little pussy in an attempt to impress us all. But, then again, the sight of her laying there like that-dressed fine, sexy, and slutty, humiliated by the fact that she has surely ruptured her very own pussy meat in a vainglorious attempt to show how far she could go, and now in such pain and discomfort that she is afraid to even attempt to “ unstuff “ herself gives me a feeling of domination. A feeling of power over this one that only minutes ago had us all eating out of the palm of her hand. I could sense it in a couple of the other men also. It would soon infect us all. We eyed one another for a moment, trying to decide what course to take. But really there was no choice once it got this far. I nodded to my companions and went to Joy’s “ aide “. She still wailed from the unbearable pressure being put upon her inner walls and now I could see slight traces of blood mixing in with the seepage running from her still oven like belly.

“ Please help me! Help me get it out! It is so big! I thought I could take it for you but I can’t! I can’t! Get it out, please! “

All of us went to her and held her down. There was nothing we could possibly do to get this gargantuan piece of fuck rubber out of her clamped down and spasming pussy but pull it out the way it went in. I got the K Y jelly and instructed the others to hold Joy down and hold on. She begged and pleaded and cried, and cried some more but she really knew this was the quickest way out of her problem. The dildo had not budged an inch since she impaled herself upon it, if anything it had been sucked deeper due to the sucking spasms from inside.

“ Hold her, “ I ordered. Joy thrashed and the dildo bobbed and danced a bizarre “ cunt dance “ with her every move. I gobbed the K Y all over her crotch and finally took hold of the length still protruding from her. 

“ You’re going to tear me apart! Please don’t do it! PLEASE!!! “ Were Joy’s last words on the matter.

Eight strong hands held her in position while I twisted first left, then right, and pulled easily outward. It gave a bit and she groaned but with just one more tug the obscene invader popped free. A river of fuck spunk poured forth from her still gaping cunt lips but there was very little blood mixed in with that sweet nectar. We released her and she tried to get up off the bed.

“ Oh, my! I…I think I am …going to be sick…” Joy half gagged. “ Gotta go to the bathroom…..just a minute…”

I grabbed her by the arm and held her fast on the mattress.” We know what you need and we are going to give it to you right now.” I told her with a little menace in my voice. First thing you’re going to do is suck Mac’s cock! Suck it all the way down to his balls to get it ready to fuck that cunt of yours! “

Joy glared at the huge slab of black meat dangling between Mac’s legs and trembled. Watching hung black men in xxx movies, especially when they were fucking white women full of their gigantic cocks, always turned her on to the max but now that it was showtime and she was the star attraction the thought of choking down that much cock then having her pussy ( or, Dear God, her asshole! ) pounded unmercifully by it didn’t appeal to her very much at all!

“ No! I won’t do it! I just want to use my toys and you all watch me…I don’t want to be fucked!” 

“ That didn’t seem to be the case an hour ago when you had one in your mouth and the rest pumping your cunt! “ I replied. “ Get over here Mac and give her a taste of that big radiator hose! I know she really wants it because of the way she has been looking at it all night. Come on over here, damn it! “

When Mac stood beside the bed with his hanging tool inches from Joy’s lips, Joey knelt behind her and buried his face against her pussy and bulging asshole.

“ oooooooooaaaaaaannnnnnnnn,” She whined at the sensation of having her clit sucked once more. “ soooooooo goooooooood! Soooooooooo hotttttt on my pussyyyyyyy!”

Mac arched his hips toward her face and Carl began fingering her asshole. It was too much, as she knew it would be, and she leaned forward. Mac’s cock was so long and thick that he had to hold it up to her mouth for her to suck for several minutes until it became fully hard. While her mouth was busy working that black shaft the rest of her new lovers were busy behind her fighting for a position to suck her throbbing asshole or run a tongue up in her pussy. I watched awhile until I was certain Mac was up to full hard then I made some changes in the arrangements. 

I told Mac to get on his back with his big, cunt busting tool up for riding and I got the others to help me manhandle Joy into position above him. The thoughts of being stuffed full of this monstrous black cock and fucked deeply and unmercifully beyond anything she could ever imagine had her so hot that the liquids were literally dripping and running from the opened lips of her pussy. But still she was a little reluctant to begin being impaled so she needed all the “ encouragement “ we could offer. Massaging her big nipples, rubbing her ass and swollen clitoris, and finally easing her down until the big, helmet shaped, bulbous cock head pressed against her vulva. 

“ Come on, Baby! Fuck down on that big cock. You know you want it, don’t you? “ I coaxed my quivering woman.

“ Oh, yes! Yesss! But, but I’ll have to go slow! It’s so damned big! It will hurt me! Let me take it slow and easy…if I can even do that! “Joy hissed between clenched teeth. With that she took control and placed her palms on Mac’s hairy chest for balance. Round and round she squirmed her hips to get his shaft started between her pussy lips. Her big, heavy hanging titties made slow circles in Mac’s face. While he held his tool upright for her to pump, Joy finally arched her back and pushed her cunt onto the offered slab of fuck meat and four thick inches slipped up into her belly!

“ Oooooooohhhhhhhh, Goooooddddddd!!!” Joy grunted and squealed as she felt the inner flesh of her precious pussy stretch wide. “ Gaaaawwwwwwdddddd Damnnnn! It’s so thick! Uuuuummmmmnnnnn, yeah! Yeah! Oh, yessssssssss!!! “

I stepped back and stroked my rock hard erection as I admired the way Joy fucked, pumped, and rode Mac’s monster cock! Her lips were obscenely stretched and gaped but the thick flow of fuck milk still oozed from inside her to soak both her sex and Mac’s cock and sperm laden balls. A sheen of perspiration soon broke out on her brow and chest as she diligently worked to open herself up for more cock. Carl was rubbing, kneading, and squeezing the flesh of her hot ass and eased a finger up to her bulging asshole and slipped it inside. Joy jerked, groaned, then began pumping even harder! 

“ That’s so good! So good up in my pussy, guys! Does it look good? Does it look hot fucking me full? “

We all grunted our agreement and appreciation as she arched her ass high, giving a full view of the splayed lips of her dripping vulva. Groaning at the invasion of another couple of inches, Joy fucked herself farther down onto Mac’s thick, throbbing fuck tool.

“ Unnnnggggggghhhhhh!!! Ooohhhhuuuunnnngggggg!!! “ Dear God I’ve never had this much…been this full…so much fucking cock up in me…ooooooooohhhhhhhhh!!! “

Almost paralyzed with the painful stretching of her tender cunt flesh, Joy just sat there with seven inches of super sized black cock pumped up inside her lilly white pussy. Goose bumps sprang out all over her body and her nipples were so hard they looked painful, sticking outward over an inch. Joey put his mouth to good use on her engorged boobs and Carl slipped another finger up her ass. I could barely hold my cum load as I watched her sphincter flex and bulge to swallow his probing digits and Mac’s black meat give her pussy something it never ever expected!

“ Fuck fire you hot little bitch! I can’t stand no more of this teasing! Ol’ Mac wants to do some fuckin’! You hold on now while I fuck that little pussy of yours awhile! “ Mac told my over-the-edge wife. Wrapping both hands around her waist he secured a tight grip on her.

“ No! Oh, no! Not now! No! I can’t! Let me…let me ride it…please!!! “ Joy begged to no avail as Mac’s hips bucked upward sharply. So tightly packed and soundly stuffed was her fuck tunnel that even with a hard stroke like he gave, only three more inches plowed inside her tortured womb. This, none the less, made her howl with pleasure/ pain and she could only sit there, impaled on that monstrously huge, chocolate colored cock and take the fucking Mac dished out! With him pumping and hunching, trying desperately to get all the way up inside Joy’s belly, she began wailing softly and whining whenever he pressed against her womb or cervix. She got loud enough that I feared someone in the adjoining rooms might overhear. I told one of her fuck buddies to go around in front of her and put a cock in her mouth to shut her up before someone called downstairs. Two guys jumped at the chance and she immediately had a mouthful of hard dick to suck and another right in her face awaiting its’ turn in her gullet. Things were really shaping up to suit me and my long held fantasy so I sat down to watch, jerk, drink, and snort while Joy’s new hung friends gave her the fuck thrashing of a lifetime!

Her big red lips soon were sucking frantically from one cock to the other. Her eyes were closed most of the time but when she opened her eyelids occasionally her eyeballs were rolled partially back in their sockets. Her shaved pussy eventually was forced to stretch and open up for Mac’s foot long tool and he was pump fucking her with long, steady, gut deep strokes that had to be rearranging all the organs up in her belly-cervix, womb, fallopian tubes, everything inside her. Her straining cunt and tortured fuck meat deep inside still gushed fuck milk in a steady flow. It churned into a froth between her and Mac. Streams of spit and oozing precum ran from her lips and bathed the tanned flesh of her swaying breasts. And all the while Carl was behind her, fingering her asshole, making that brown sphincter open and flex, close and suck on two- three-then four fingers as Joy lost herself in total slutty abandon. A woman totally fucked down and loving every minute and inch of it!!! 

Carl finally decided it was time to get a taste of my perverted ladies now loosened asshole and positioned himself behind her with his dick laying in the greasy crack of her hot, pumping ass. He pumped it back and forth a few times in her crack before pressing the head firmly up against Joy’s puckering sphincter. She definitely noticed his attention and whirled her head around to look at what was taking place between her soaked cheeks. 

“ I…I…I don’t…think…I can take it…Not two at…two at once! God, you’ll split me open! I’m so full now I feel like I’m about to gag! Please… don’t…not…not right now! “

Joy pleaded with her Fuck Masters but it fell on deaf ears because all of the visiting Cock Masters were intent on getting off themselves, no matter the price Joy paid. Carl punched his hips forward hard. The head of his 8” popped inside Joy’s ass muscle. She groaned with the certain knowledge she was to be double fucked. Carl grabbed her hips and lunged forward, burying the entire length of his cock in her ass with one mighty stroke. Just as she started to squeal at the painful invasion Joey grabbed her hair and force fed his meat between her ruby red lips and down into her throat. She gagged but dutifully sucked as she was fucked hard in both her pussy and asshole. Slammed back and forth between the men who held her and filled her completely! Sweat ran. Groans and grunts came from everyone as they worked toward their climax. Joy sucked cock until rivulets of snot ran from her flaring nostrils and gobs of saliva poured from the corners of her clamped lips. A cock pumped down her throat at the same time another fucked deep up her ass. Then they withdrew momentarily as Mac bludgeoned his monster meat into her belly, bruising and battering her female organs terribly. Over and over. Again and again. Like a gulping, gasping rag doll battered and fuck slammed until she was lost in a perverse delirium of cocks, heavy hanging balls, fuck juice, and pleasure / pain! Ten minutes. Twenty. Thirty minutes then thirty-five. Joy was now at the threshold of a climax that she knew would be so intense she most likely would faint-or worse! Her bowels were stretched and severely churned up and still pumped full of hard dick. The drumming Mac’s meat had put on her insides had her queasy and sick feeling. And enough precum down her throat to make her think she had swallowed twenty loads! All this made her worry about making quite a mess when she lost control during her orgasm. Even her bladder was sloshing from the drinks she had consumed. Joy wasn’t certain but she thought she had leaked a little piss earlier when Carl went up her from behind and she damn well knew she was full to burst now! But, she knew it was no use to worry about such things because she was completely at the mercy of her new Cum Masters! She closed her eyes and waited for it to hit her with the force of a bullet!

It started as a hard, hot knot deep inside her churning belly that grew more intense by the second. It was painful to start but within a minute or so it exploded outward to completely flood Joy’s abdomen from her stomach, down through her belly, engulfing her super swollen, ultra sensitive clitoris as it pulsed and jerked in its’ own perverse dance of pleasure, crashing into every fiber of her stretched, stuffed, and drooling vulva, and ending up collecting all in and around her obscenely stuffed, bulging asshole before running back up into her stomach to start the journey through her again…and again…and again!!! Joy’s throat constricted to emit a loud, wailing squeal/moan/scream of intense pleasure such as she had never felt before but Joey’s thick meat filled her mouth and the head slipped in and out of her throat as he face fucked her. Only muffled gurgles and gags could be heard from their whore’s climax but it was enough to set all four off into a sperm spraying, cum splattering quadruple orgasm that made my hot assed, big tittied pump bitch go into fits as their thick, massive, steaming hot cum loads began erupting into her tortured orifices! Mac’s super sized fuck shaft grew even thicker and an inch longer when he began pumping her cunt full of black fuck juice and she definitely felt the growth and pulsations as he flooded her deep, deep inside. Carl gripped her ass flesh so tightly as he spewed cum in her loose and churning bowels that it looked like blood would be drawn. Joey smiled when the other two Pump Masters let loose and wickedly said, “ Swallow my load you hot little bitch! If you lose one drop I will stuff it down your throat so far you will be forced to gag it down anyway! SUCK IT!!! “ Joy heard and obeyed like the wanton slut whore she had been transformed into. Gulping, gagging, working her mouth and throat in an attempt to choke Joey’s jizz all down, Joy’s nostrils freely ran snot, her wide open, bulging eyes ran tears of straining determination, and her jaws huffed and bulged obscenely! Three long, rock hard fuck tools rammed, slammed, pumped, and humped all of her orifices unmercifully as wads and ropy gobs of dick juice filled her mouth, pussy, and gaping sphincter to overflowing! Fuck scum oozed from her asshole and ran down to mix with the accumulated cunt seepage and cum overflow from Mac’s heavy orgasm! After swallowing a gullet full of Joey’s cum and being in the middle of a dangerously violent climax, Joy opened her lips wide to gurgle in pitifully obscene pleasure. The semi groans/gurgles coming from her well used mouth and raw throat mixed with the other sounds of hard, violent sex filling our suite: each male’s different moans of lust and excitement as their very guts seemed to pour out into Joy’s fuck battered body, the constant rhythmic “ slap, slap, slap “ of sweaty flesh hitting more sweaty flesh while they all fought desperately to get every last iota of pleasure afforded them, and the wet, sucking, sloshing, almost vile noises coming from Joy’s stretched-and quite possibly ruined-pussy lips and pink meated, inside-out asshole. The mixture of her own heavy flow of cunt milk being churned with a mega massive double load of cock scum was caked to her still pumping and straining body from her navel to her knees and her entire backside was frothy with it. Joy trembled and quaked uncontrollably as her guts twisted and wrenched almost painfully in the throes of a maximum climax! Carl’s softening cock slipped out of Joy’s now gaping and slackened asshole. Immediately a thick, pungent flood of her own ass cream and her ass lover’s ball juice gushed out, followed by a short but loud fart as her straining bowels tried to equalize. 




Exhibitionist Over The Edge



“ OOOOHHHHHH, NOOOOOO…..” she groaned in embarrassment even though she knew it would certainly happen.

Joey eased back and stood watching the final tremors of her orgasm wash through her. His big cock had been sucked so dry that not even a drop of juice oozed from his piss slit!

He complimented her on her performance before going to fix his next stiff drink, “ Damn, son! I’ve had lots of pussy and watched a few women fuck someone or something but I ain’t never seen a woman’s pussy get that hot! I’m gonna clean up and get ready for more! “

As he ambled to the bath I motioned for Ricky to come follow me to stand behind Joy’s upturned ass. Mac was coming down from shooting his huge load up in her belly but her pussy was still impaled firmly. I just nodded and Ricky got my drift… 

Ricky had slipped his entire shaft up Joy’s deflowered ass flower before she even knew his intentions! She did not attempt escape since she knew it would be futile, so she arched her back deeply to give him full access to her cum splattered bowels. With no cock to quiet her, Joy was soon grunting in rhythm with her ass fucking. Mac’s tool finally “ plopped “ out and another greasy flow of pump juice ran from her gaping vulva!

“ Does that feel good up in your ass you hot assed cunt? “ I asked my sweaty pump bitch. “ How does it feel to be fucked with so much cock and filled full of their sperm-stranger’s sperm? “

“ So…so…fucking good! Never felt anything…anything like it before…” Fuck my ass more! Fuck more of that hot cum up in me! “

Ricky jack hammered her asshole brutally and their pounding flesh made splattering noises that echoed around the hotel room. Soon Ricky roared as his cock exploded! More hot ball juice sprayed deep up into Joy’s ass chute and she whimpered her appreciation.

Once again a thick rope of churned ass cream and sperm flowed from her asshole once he withdrew. Now that the pressure of the cocks filling and stretching her to unheard of limits were out of her cunt and ass she could not help but relax her bloated bladder and shower a golden stream of hot piss nectar from her raw and gaping slit! After watching my hot bitch in such action I was desperate to empty my bloated balls once more. I stepped around to the side of the now sweat and cum drenched bed and stroked my cock wildly until I sprayed an enormous load of spunk all over Joy’s face, hair, and hanging titties! 

What a sight she was! Still straddling Mac on hands and knees with her ass up high, Joy was oozing gobs and wads of sperm from every orifice on her body and most of her flesh and “ Fuck Me “ outfit was soaked with excess ejaculate. Her shaven pussy was gaping open with cum running out and a weakening flow of sweet urine from deep inside. Her well fucked asshole was opened up wide and obscenely drooling fuck slop. Her lips, chin, and cheeks were coated with the cum she could not manage to swallow when one of her lovers shot off in her mouth and I’m sure she had enough ball spray sloshing in her stomach to practically make her sick. Hair splattered with spunk and nylons soaked with sweat and cunt seepage. Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!

The party continued as planned for the rest of the weekend and Joy had many more double and triple penetration experiences but I don’t think any of them were as hot as the first. After all, she was getting the “ treatment “ for the first time then and it was so exciting because she didn’t know what to expect. She loved all of the attention she received and later told me she couldn’t believe she had gotten so turned on to behave the way she did-like a total and complete unbridled slutty whore! Naturally I confessed I had loved watching everything and she readily agreed to start setting up the next exhibitionist party. The only bad thing about the whole thing was the fact that Joy’s pussy and asshole were too tender and sore for ANYTHING for several days! Oh, well…I had lots of fiery memories to jack off to in the meantime!!!

 THE END

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Exhibitionist Shows Her Tits



Today, I'm feeling extremely horny. I don't know why, but all day I've had sex on my mind and nothing I do is helping. I've masturbated in bed when I woke up. Again, in the shower. After breakfast, I was watching TV and these two people were flirting and it turned me on so much! I went online, looked for some porn and got off again. It was no use, no matter how often I did, I still felt unsatisfied. The boredom of the day was getting to me, I needed to get out there and do something wild!

I got naked and started looking through my closet for something nice to wear. I chose a wrap-around dress. I put in on, put I skipped my bra and panties. It felt so sexy to feel the silky fabric slide on my naked skin. Once the dress was wrapped around me and tied, I got in front of the mirror and looked at myself while I ran my hands around my hips, over my belly, on my breasts and around and around my nipples several times. My nipples got hard and I could see them through the fabric. My breasts were heavy, you could tell I wasn't wearing a bra and that's exactly what I want for what I have in mind.

I took my purse and filled it with a few important items. My vibrator, the small one for my clit. Also, a butt plug and a dildo. Hey, a kinky girl like me can never be too prepared! I head out the door and walk to the nearest subway station. The wrap-round dress lets me show off my thighs as I walk, since the fabric naturally slits up the leg. It would just take a little wind and people would get to see more than just my thighs! The thought turns me on and the lust I've been feeling all day just keeps growing. 

I've made it to the subway. It's not very busy, which is perfect. I take a seat and I wait, looking around me at the men in the wagon with me. After a while, I notice a man, nice looking, mid thirties, get in the wagon and he sits in front of me, but slightly to my left. He looks at me and I smile. He smiles back and them opens his briefcase to take out his newspaper. I keep staring at him and every once in a while he looks up and I smile at him again. Now he knows I'm staring at him and he keeps smiling, event when he's looking down at his newspaper. He's looking up at me more and more often.

That's perfect, I've got his interest! Next time he looks up at me, he finds me playing with my hair and gently biting my lip. He stares longer than the other times. I look around us, left to right, and no one is paying attention to us. I slide my hand down from my hair to my neck, down to my cleavage, an I push the side of my wrap around dress over my left breast, exposing my whole tit and nipple to the cool air. Immediately, the cold and the excitement harden my nipple and it stands there, erect, for him to see. His face is shock and awe. He definitely likes the sight. He puts down his newspaper and now he never looks away from me. I smile at him again, but he's not watching my face. His focus is on my hand, the one that's teasing my nipple. I'm so aroused, the feeling is amazing. I leave my breast bare, even though another man has entered the wagon. He sits in front of me and notices my bare tit right away. 

He looks to his side at the other man and they share what looks like incredulous happiness. I laugh when they shrug and both look back at me. My excitement grows, now that I have a bigger audience. I keep playing with my nipple and slowly I start parting my legs, a little at a time. I want to see how mesmerized they are by the movement of my hand on my chest, how long before they notice that if they shift their gaze, they can see my pussy.

The guy on the right finally notices and he exhales loudly. I can tell he's aroused through his pants. I don't know about the stranger on the left, because he still has his newspaper on his lap. I let my hand glide down my body, and now the second man also notices my spread thighs and my glistening hairless pussy. He grunts. The sound is music to my ears. This is exactly what I needed. Showing off my body to total strangers like this is exactly what I needed! 

My hand is now on my thigh, going up towards my pussy. When I finally touch myself, it's electric and I gasp. I'm so wet, so turned on by what I'm doing right now! I get up, put my tit back in my dress. I tell the men I'm getting off at the next stop, but they are welcome to follow me and see the rest of the show!

No hesitation, they both get up and follow me. This part is always scary and exciting to me. I want them to watch me, but I won't have sex with them. The only thing is, I can never be sure they won't decide to take things further without my permission. I've always been very lucky so far, but I make smart decisions. I never go far from a crowd, so I can be heard if I need to scream. But this time is different, it's the first time there are two men! But if I'm honest with myself, this is the most excited I've ever been!

I know this subway station well. We're in the heart of downtown and there is an alley that's somewhat private not far from here. I walk towards there, moving my hips teasingly as they follow me. Once in the alley I tell them they can watch but not touch. I hope they will respect that! I lean back against the brick wall and I slowly untie my dress. It hangs open and I'm fully exposed to them. I play with my tits, teasing my nipples while they watch. My right hand stays on my boobs while my left hand goes down my belly and into my wetness. Immediately, I start moaning and groaning. I'm so horny, so wet, I can't wait to get off but I want to make this last! 

I look into my purse for my butt plug. I'm feeling especially naughty! Once I have it, I run my hand over my pussy, collecting my juices so I can lubricate the butt plug. I turn around, bend over as I lift my dress over my ass to expose myself even more than before! Legs spread, I use my left hand to move my butt cheeks apart so I can insert the plug with my right. Slowly, working it back and forth until I'm ready to take it all, and then it's in. I luxuriate in the feeling then, still bent over and my left hand still holding my cheeks spread, I look over my shoulder at the strangers standing there looking at me. 

One of them is stroking his cock through his pants, but the other one is bolder and his dick is out in his hands. It's hard, the tip is glistening, and he's stroking it slowly. I moan, this is so hot! I use my right hand to stroke my pussy, but soon it's not enough, I need more! I stand up and turn around. I take my dildo out of my bag and I start sucking it to make it nice and wet. Both guys have their hard ons out for me to see, now. I squat down, legs spread, and I push the dildo inside me. Fuck this feels amazing! The butt plug and the dildo being there at the same time makes me feel so fucking full! 

One of the men is stroking his cock so fast now, I think he might cum. I tell him to wait, slow down because I want to be closer to cumming before he does. He nods his head and slows down the pace. I decide to lie down on the ground so I can stretch out. I leave the dildo and the plug in and I simply start playing furiously with my clit with my right hand while my left pushes the dildo in and out of my pussy. The sound of their heavy breathing, the wetness of my pussy and my groans is really turning me on, getting me closer to getting off. I start telling them over and over that I'm about to cum. One of the men comes closer, standing over me. The other one decides to follow and now here I am, fucking myself with a huge dildo while these men jerk off over me and it's fucking amazing. One of the men starts moaning and soon enough I feel his hot load land on my stomach. I yell out "yes, cover me with your jizz, show me how much I turn you on, cum on me" and more of his cum falls on me as he keeps jerking off. He steps back, out of breath. 

I'm fucking myself so hard and fast now, I'm ready to cum. I bite my lip, I don't want to scream too hard and attract attention of the pedestrians not far on Main Street. I buckle my hips, the orgasm rocks my body and I keep going for another one. Each time I slow down and then start masturbating again and again. I love this, how we women can have so many orgasms and keep going! 

The second man is still above me. I had closed my eyes while I was cumming an now I open them and look in his eyes. It seems like that's what was needed to send him over the edge, as he almost immediately cums all over my tits. 

I get up, take some wet naps out of my purse to clean up and I offer some to the guys. None of us talk, we just get straightened up and walk out of the alley, returning to the subway station like strangers, like nothing happened. 

My lust is finally satisfied for the day. I head back home, content, and take a bath to get ready for bed. 



Exhibitionist Sister



It's tough having a sexy older sister. 

Growing up, she was always the center of everyone's attention. She was perfect at everything she did and everybody wanted to be around her. Even when my friends came over to our house, they could never stop gawking at her despite my objections. My sister never did me any favors either, as she loved to lounge around the house in shorts and a tshirt for them to drool over. 

Fast forward several years later; I was still living at home attending a local college, and my sister moved out to attend a far away university to experience something new in life. 

She would always return home for the summer because she likes the heat where we live, and she always had the same routine. Tanning sessions in the morning was like therapy to her. She loved the sun and she loved hot weather. Neither of us expected for our relationship to change, but it did...

Exhibitionist Sister

It was early Monday morning, our parents were both at work, and it was another blazing hot day outside. All things considered, my older sister must have been tanning in the backyard as usual.

Spying on Ashley was never a proud moment for me. It was just something that happened over time. I always blamed it on her for flaunting her sexy body around during hot summer days. Last year was the final straw for me when she became accustomed to wearing small bikini when we were home alone together. Since then, I was hooked.

I got out of bed and my timing was perfect. There she was; laying on a beach blanket in our backyard. The sun was shining on her perfectly tanned skin, and she was completely oblivious to the fact that she was being spied on by her perverted younger brother.

Her body was completely sprawled. She wore a skimpy pink bikini along with thick sun glasses, and nothing else. Her earphones were on and her feet were moving along to the music she was listening to. 

Any man would be completely aroused looking at a beautiful sight like that. I know I was.

Then out of the corner of my eye, I noticed it. Mr. Jenkins, our neighbor from the other side of our yard, was also watching my sister from his balcony. 

'What the fuck?!' I thought to myself. 'Come on Ashley, that perverted neighbor of ours is looking right at you!' 

My thoughts went unheard and she kept on laying there. I couldn't believe that a well respected member of our community and my former professor (from last semester) would be doing something like this. It was as if he was infringing on my territory. Spying on Ashley during her summer tanning sessions was my job, and my job alone. 

Ashley wasn't making things any easier as she stretched her arms like she just woke up. Her arms and legs spread wide open like a butterfly and she moved them around. For the first time since I ever started spying on her, she reached to her chest and briefly massaged her breasts. It looked like she was simply adjusting her bikini, but if I didn't know any better, I'd say she was doing it out of pleasure. 

She kept on massaging them in the open space of our backyard until she decided she had enough and headed back inside the house. 

*** SECRET THINGS / SECRET FANTASIES *** 

After I washed up for the morning, I came downstairs for breakfast. My sister was sitting by the kitchen counter top eating granola cereal and catching up on her favorite reality tv shows. On hot days when we were home alone, she never bothered to cover herself. She was still in her bikini.

"What's up sis?" I said playfully.

Her eyes stayed glued to the television as she ate. "Nothing much. I'm trying to figure out which side to root for. These women are nasty, I love it!"

My eyes quickly glossed over her tanned skin, and her legs which were sculpted from years of playing volleyball. I got my food and sat next to her as always.

"Whatever floats your boat."

"Hey, everyone is allowed a guilty pleasure every once and a while," she said. "By the way, I'm going out with my friends later. We're going to the beach."

"That's not a bad idea. I'm going out with friends also, but honestly, I think I'd rather hang out with your girlfriends. They always look good on hot days if you know what I mean."

She laughed, "Tank tops, shorts jeans, flip flops- yeah I know what you mean. They always dress for the occasion."

"So do you obviously," I said as I quickly looked at her.

"Did you just check me out?"

I turned my attention back to my food. "What? Don't get crazy."

"I know you were. I saw your eyes glance at my legs when you said that. You're not as slick as you think you are."

"Keep dreaming sis. That's gross. Besides, you're the one being inappropriate wearing a bikini inside the house. I mean, who does that besides you?"

A grin suddenly appeared on her face. "You know, I wasn't going to make a big deal about it, but I saw you peeping on me while I was tanning in the backyard. My sun glasses were on, but my eyes were wide open. So now who's the inappropriate one?"

"Jeez. You knew?"

She nodded. "Every time since last summer."

"Oh god," I groaned. "What did you expect? You're always showing off your body and you're the hottest girl in town. I'm not proud of doing it, but whatever."

"It's always fun making you squirm," she said with a mischievous smile. "You always get so uptight and nervous when you think you're about to get in trouble."

"Very funny. By the way, just so you know, I caught Mr. Jenkins spying on you today. I'm surprised you didn't notice him as well."

"Oh...well...I'll look out for that next time..."

She sounded unusually coy and I immediately figured out why.

"You knew that Mr. Jenkins was watching you, didn't you?" I asked directly. "That's why you're so tense all of a sudden." 

Ashley squinted her eyes and gave me a mean look. "That's really none of your business. You shouldn't have been spying on me in the first place."

"So...my smart & classy older sister is a secret exhibitionist huh?"

"Stop being so smug," she snapped. "I like showing off my body sometimes. So what?" 

"Calm down sis," I replied gently. "I wasn't judging you or anything. I find it a little surprising, that's all."

"Fine. Sorry if I was starting to sound like a real bitch. But no one knows about this. You're the first person that I've admitted this to." 

"About what? Your exhibitionist tendencies?"

She suddenly flashed a stern look. "Are you mocking me?"

"That came out wrong. I definitely wasn't mocking you."

"Good. And I don't want you thinking of me as some kind of dirty slut either. I work my ass off in school and I've been with less than 6 guys in my entire life. I'm a perfectly normal human being and I don't want you looking down on me."

"I don't think you're a slut at all," I replied. "We're all human beings and we all have our needs in certain areas. Trust me, I understand that more than anyone."

"Thanks."

"Plus I think the whole exhibitionist thing is kind of hot," I playfully noted.

"You do?" she smiled. "And what exactly do you like about it?"

"I don't know. I guess I find it sexy when a woman knows exactly what she wants. You know, that she's in tune with her inner most desires. I've never really thought about why I like it, other than it fills the internet with tons of free nude pics."

She laughed, "That's definitely one benefit for men. But you're right about women knowing what they want. The same goes for male exhibitionists. People enjoy showing off and exposing themselves because of the rush that it gives. It's harmless and exciting. So why not?"

"You sound like you know a thing or two about other exhibitionists," I said with an eyebrow raised.

"Maybe..." 

"Anything you want to share?"

She smiled, "Maybe...I might be a member of an internet forum with other similar-minded people."

I was caught off guard and I immediately wanted to know more. "Well aren't you going to tell me which website? I might have been there before."

Ring! Ring!

Her phone rang and she answered it. After a minute of talking, she hung up and turned her attention back towards me.

"I need to get going now," she said before putting her finger on my lips. "And remember, this conversation stays strictly between us. I don't want any of your nerdy friends knowing about this. Got it?"

I nodded to her while her finger still pressed tightly on my lip.

She winked. "Good."

With that said, she picked up her empty bowl and put it in the sink. My eyes stayed on her ass when she turned off the television and quickly headed up the stairs to get dressed.

***

The conversation we had was all I thought about for the rest of the day.

We had a nice family dinner that evening like we always did, and Ashley & I acted completely normal around each other. I wasn't sure if she was hiding the awkwardness between us or if she just carefree about the whole thing. It was always difficult to try and figure out her feelings because she was always happy and easy going about life.

I laid in bed that night wondering if we were ever going to continue our conversation. At the very least, I wondered if she was going to change her summer routine and the clothes she wore.

*** EXHIBITIONISM, VOYEUR & ME *** 

Tuesday morning and my sister wasn't in the backyard at her usual time despite the hot weather. A part of me felt disappointed, especially since I woke up extra early to see her, but I wasn't upset over it.

I went downstairs and Ashley was there eating breakfast. She was dressed more conservatively this time, which by her standards meant that she was wearing a tshirt and shorts.

"You look like shit," she joked when she saw me.

"Thanks. It takes a lot of effort to look like this. I'm just a little a sleepy, that's all."

"Is it because you were trying to spy on me again?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Of course not. What makes you say that?"

"I heard your footsteps upstairs. You were walked towards the window so you could see me in the backyard again."

"Nice try setting me up," I replied, trying to reverse the situation. "But you have no idea what I was doing upstairs."

"Don't deny it. You're caught red handed. On second thought, I don't think you've had a chance to use your hands yet to..."

"Okay, not another word. Jeez, you're really giving me a hard time about this."

I got my food and sat down next to her.

"I'm just teasing you," she said in a more serious tone. "I think it's great that you're into this whole thing."

"Really? What do you mean?"

A shy look appeared on her face, "I'm talking about exhibitionism, voyeur...and me. I didn't expect you to be fascinated with any of that."

"Yeah, well most guys are fascinated with all three of those things you've mentioned," I replied, trying not to show my embarrassment. 

"You're not most guys. You're my little brother and I actually care what you think. So, have you thought about what we discussed yesterday?"

"Kind of. It's not something I could easily forget about my big sister."

"Interesting," she noted. "Have you ever had any urges to do something like that yourself? You know, have you ever wanted to show off your body to complete strangers?"

"I'm pretty sure I would be arrested if I did that," I joked. "Only pretty girls are allowed to do it."

She laughed, "You're probably right. But seriously, it's a real thrill for a lot of people. It's hard to explain to someone who's never felt it, but it's a serious adrenaline rush."

"You sound like you really enjoy this whole thing."

"Sure I do. But it's not like I do it all the time. I don't go around flashing people or putting on a show for perverts. But if I'm minding my own business and I notice that someone is secretly watching me, then I don't mind being a tease. It's like a compulsion. My body is aching to do it."

"I've never heard it put like that before," I replied in awe. 

She smiled, "Well you've never talked to an exhibitionist before. There are a lot of people who feel this way and can only express their feelings online. So now you know more about my little secret."

"And I promise never to tell anyone. This all sounds so surreal to hear. I mean, obviously everyone knows about exhibitionism, but there's a dirty stigma to it. Everyone's got their own little kinks in life. This is just something that certain people enjoy doing."

Her eyes lit up, "Exactly! I'm so glad you understand. People have a natural urge to break taboos. The biggest turn-ons people have are when sexual taboos are broken. It's human nature."

"Now everything makes sense," I said jokingly. "All those years of you teasing my friends with your skimpy outfits. No wonder you seemed so excited doing that."

"I always aim to please."

"Apparently so. You have no idea how much they still talk about you. They were bummed when they found out you moved to a different college." 

"Women always know when men are lusting after them," she replied smoothly.

"I figured that out a long time ago sis."

"You've still got a lot to learn if you want to know more about women. Trust me on that."

"I believe you."

She paused and thought for a moment. "What are you doing this afternoon? Got any plans?"

"Nothing."

"Let's go to the mall later," she smiled. "I'll probably regret this, but I think we can do something fun together."

*** VOYEUR & EXHIBITIONISM ***

We sat in the food court of the local mall eating pizza and drinking soda. Ashley was dressed in a tank top and a short skirt, with flip-flops on her feet.

"So what's the big plan today?" I asked. "I hope you didn't just trick me to go shopping with you."

"What's the matter? You don't like the pizza here?" she said playfully.

"I like pizza everywhere at anytime."

"I'm not wearing any panties," she said with a mischievous look.

I nearly froze in my seat. Even on a day as hot as this, I felt like my muscles turned into ice for a split second and my jaw nearly dropped.

"Very funny. You almost had me fooled. You're kidding right?"

She shook her head, "Nope. I'm totally serious, and there's a woman who's glancing between my legs."

I couldn't tell if she was being serious or not. I resisted all urges to turn around and look at the supposed woman glancing between my sister's legs. What was even harder was resisting the urge for me to take a peek underneath my sister's skirt. 

The only thing I could see was that she spread her legs even further, raising her left knee. Whoever was looking must have had a clear view of her vagina, assuming Ashley was actually telling the truth.

"What does she look like?" I asked out of curiosity.

"She looks like a business women in her mid-40's, with brown hair and a nice suit. She kind of looks like mom and she's having lunch with a coworker who's the same age. Her friend doesn't know. But the lady I'm talking about occasionally takes a peak inside my skirt."

"God, that's so hot," I said, almost at a whisper. "Is it safe for me to turn around and look? I've really gotta see this."

"No, don't turn your head. She'll know we're talking about her if she sees you looking."

"Can she hear us?" I whispered again.

"Not in a food court this noisy. We're far enough that she can't hear us talking. But we're close enough that she could probably see the shape of my labia."

I leaned back and gave her a smile. "Good one. You really had me going for a moment sis. I was fooled until you started getting graphic, now I know this is fake."

She briefly reached down between her legs, and when she brought her fingers back on the table, I saw that two of her fingers were covered in fluids.

"Now do you believe me?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

The proof was right there in her two fingers and I instantly became erect. My older sister was pantyless and flashing some lady who was trying to eat lunch.

"Oh god, you're such a dirty girl Ashley."

She smiled, "I know. Everyone is allowed to be bad sometimes right?"

"But in a shopping mall food court?" I joked.

"Don't act like aren't enjoying this. Women can tell when men are aroused."

"I never said I wasn't enjoying this."

Ashley opened her legs even further. "That makes two of us. If you count the perverted lady who's watching me, then that makes three."

"Was this your plan all along?" I asked. "Did you pick that lady to be your victim?"

"No. I never pick. I just opened my legs and she was the one who decided to look. And whenever someone looks, that's when the adrenaline rush kicks in."

"So what happens next?" I asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"There's a clothing store I wanted to visit. Are you done eating?"

"Yep."

"Come on, let's go."

With that said, Ashley closed her legs and stood up. We both grabbed our plates to throw in the trash, and when I turned around, I saw the lady my sister was talking about.

Ashley was right. The woman looked like our mom, middle aged with a prim & proper vibe to her. My sister and I walked past her to the mall, and when we did, I couldn't help notice that Ashley and the lady briefly made eye contact. They smiled at each other.

*** THE DRESSING ROOM ***

Like most guys, I stood around awkwardly in a female clothing store as my sister did her shopping. She looked around and then grabbed a few pairs of bikinis from the clothing shelf. Afterwards, I had to stand in front of the women's changing room as she tried on the outfits. 

As it turns out, I didn't have to wait for long.

"What do you think?" she said from the changing room.

I looked at her from where I stood, and saw her in a small bikini.

"You look great Ashley. Can we go now?"

She motioned for me to come to her with her finger. "Come here for a second. I want your opinion on some of this other stuff before I pick which one to buy. I'm on a tight budget."

I looked around the store to see that the employees were busy helping other customers.

"That's the woman's dressing room," I replied in a whisper. "If anyone sees me go inside, they'll call security."

"Don't be such a prude. Now get over here."

Before I could object, my body started moving on its own and quickly went inside the changing room with my sister. She immediately closed the door so that we were alone and in private. It was scary, but at least I got to see an up close look at her scantily clad body.

"That wasn't so hard was it?" she asked playfully. 

"Easy for you to say. I'm the one who could be getting in real trouble here."

"Oh relax would you? I did something risky earlier, now it's your turn."

"I guess. So what are we doing?"

She smiled, "My heart is still pounding from flashing that lady earlier. Feel it."

Ashley grabbed my hand and placed it over her chest where her heart was. And of course, I got to feel the upper half of her breast as well. 

"You're right sis," I replied. "It feels like you just ran a marathon."

"I know. I told you it was a real adrenaline rush for me. How about you? Is your heart pounding from this also?"

"Better believe it. That was unbelievably hot. I still can't believe you did that to a respectable lady."

"Hey, it's not my fault she wanted to keep looking," Ashley shrugged. "It's not like I forced her."

"So how much longer do we have to stay in this dressing room? I'm starting to get nervous."

"Take a good look at this bikini."

She reached down and grabbed my cock through my shorts after I looked at her body for a few seconds.

"Whoa!...Jeez...what are you doing?"

"It appears that this bikini was enough to give you a semi-erection. That approval is good enough for me. There's no need to waste time looking at other outfits."

Her hand continued squeezing and rubbing my cock.

"I...uhhh....I think...I agree..." 




Exhibitionist Sister



"Oh my, you're starting to throb down there," she noted. "Is my little brother in need of relief?"

My heart started pounding. "Well...If you're offering..."

"If you get caught walking around the department store with a raging hard-on, that would be a really big problem for us. So I think it's best if I took care of that for you."

I nodded. "If you insist."

"Of course I do."

My sister dropped to her knees and my heart raced. She yanked the front of my shorts down and my erection was freed. Her fingers felt soft against the skin of my cock when she began to stroke me. Then in a surreal moment, Ashley opened her mouth and took my cock inside of her mouth.

She sucked and slurped on my penis. It felt like a magical jolt was flowing through my body after years of fantasizing about her. Her tongue licked and circled around the swollen head of my cock and it felt amazing.

In the middle of my sister performing oral sex on me, we started hearing footsteps coming inside of the dressing room along with a woman's voice.

'Right this way. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask,' the saleswoman said to a nearby customer, leading her to the next booth.

Ashley looked me in the eyes as she continued sucking me off. She did it more quietly and with less intensity as there was another customer in the other room. We listened to the other customer changing her clothes and my sister winked at me. Not only was she sucking me off, this was also becoming a semi-exhibitionist experience for the both of us. 

Her hand quickly & quietly jerked me off and her tongue continued swirling around my head. For the next several minutes, I tried my absolute best to hold in my breathing, and my sister tried her best not to make any lewd sucking or slurping noises. Neither of us wanted to get caught, and that was part of the fun. We could still hear the noises of the woman in other booth changing her clothes.

I moved my lips, saying, "I'm going to cum," without actually making a sound.

A smile grew on her face and she kept on stroking. My cum starting shooting inside of her mouth and I almost had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning out loud. My sister was a real pro at this. Her tongue was sticking out and she caught every single drop. The last thing we needed was for my cum stains to be on her body or on the clothes she was wearing.

After I finished, she stood up and let me watch her swallow my cum with one big gulp.

She put her finger on my lips to signal me to be quiet, then she turned around so that her back was facing me. She quickly undressed, removing the bikini and she changed back to her normal clothes. I almost got hard again seeing her bare back and a quick glimpse of her naked ass.

When it was over, she opened the door and peeked outside. The coast was clear and Ashley signaled for me to follow her lead. But as we left the dressing room, a young female saleswoman caught us and smiled at Ashley.

"Hello," Ashley said to her.

"Hello," the saleswoman replied awkwardly. "Find everything okay?"

"We sure did. He was just helping me decide which bikini to buy."

"Oh, is he your boyfriend?"

"He's my brother," Ashley said with a proud smile.

The saleswoman blushed and it looked like she was at a complete loss for words.

***

"That was fucking unbelievable," she laughed while I drove us home. "I've never experienced anything like that before in my life. Wow! I can't believe it."

"You're telling me. Holy shit. I almost ran out of there after you told her that I was your brother."

She was watching me drive and I could tell she was smiling. "You loved it. And I loved being the one to expose you to all this."

"You're so bad. I think I'm going to have to tell mom & dad just how bad you really are. It's the only option I have."

"We're adults now. So we're entitled to do adult things."

Ashley rubbed my leg and unbuckled her seat belt as I drove. Her hand moved to my crotch and she put her head in my lap. After freeing my cock from my shorts, she put it in her mouth and began to suck.

*** LAYING OUT IN THE SUN ***

Wednesday morning came and I headed down the stairs for breakfast. The living room and dining area were both unusually quiet. Ashley always made noise whenever she was at home, whether it be with watching tv or talking on the phone. But she was nowhere to be found.

I looked around and saw the sliding door to the backyard was open. She was tanning again. It only took me a split second to decide to head back up the stairs and spy on her through the window.

Ashley was laying topless in the backyard. She was wearing a bikini bottom and she had her thick sun glasses on, but that was it. It was the first time I had ever seen her breasts and they looked beautiful. They were small and perky. Her nipples were bright pink. Even with the sun shining on her body, I could still see the bikini tan lines on her chest. Her body was tanned but her breasts were pale white.

She started rubbing her breasts like she did a few days ago and it was obvious she was teasing her audience. In this case, it was me and our neighbor Mr. Jenkins once again. I noticed him at his balcony gawking at my sister as her breasts were exposed. It looked like he was getting a real eye full and that he hit the jackpot.

Before either of us could satisfy our urges, Ashley got up and used a towel to cover her breasts before heading back inside the house

***

"Morning Ash..." I said before freezing.

I went downstairs to greet her, as if I hadn't just spied on her in the backyard, and I saw her in the kitchen getting breakfast. Her towel was folded neatly on the counter top. She was pouring orange juice in a cup and she was topless.

"Hey there," she smiled with her perky tits exposed. "You suddenly look wide awake."

"Well yeah, your tits are out," I replied with my eyes still on her chest.

"Quit pretending like you just discovered that. I saw you spying on me from the upstairs window."

"Yeah, but it's a lot different seeing them up close."

She put the juice down and used both hands to caress her small breasts. "You know, you could take a few lessons from our neighbor Mr. Jenkins. Whenever I come home for the summer, he's always on time to see me tan every morning. 8 am sharp, every morning. He's never late and he's always waiting."

Her nipples started to get hard as she pinched them.

"Sounds like you've found someone even creepier than me," I joked. 

"Don't you think he deserves a little reward for his dedication?"

"Did you have anything extra in mind?"

Ashley continued playing with her nipples. "I'm incredibly aroused from everything we've done these past few days. Fall semester is starting soon and I won't have anyone to play with. So why don't we put on a show for our horny neighbor? There's a fun benefit for all three of us."

My jaw nearly dropped. "Show? I have no idea what you're talking about, but I have a wonderful feeling that I will."

"Strip. Right now. Get naked for me."

"Huh?"

"We don't have all morning. Lately he's been peeking from his window into our kitchen to see me." 

"Really? Now that's crossing the line."

"But it got my exhibitionist senses all worked up," she noted. "That blowjob I gave you yesterday is all thanks to him if you really think about it."

I paused for a moment. "It's hard to argue with that logic."

"Then get naked already," she said with her eyebrows raised.

After a deep breath, I realized that there was no point in arguing. Whatever Ashley had planned, I wanted to be a part of it. It was worth it just for another sexual encounter with her. I quickly pulled off my tshirt and threw them to the floor, and then came my shorts and underwear, leaving me naked in front my sister.

"Nice," she said, looking me over.

"I've never felt so objectified in my life," I joked.

"Now you know how women feel sometimes. Well, not me, but in general. Now get over here. I'm pretty sure he's still watching us." 

When I walked over to her, she immediately grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me towards her. We kissed, and we kissed hard. It was a lewd and lustful type of a kiss with her tongue swirling around my mouth. Then she ended the kiss.

"So this is your reward for Mr. Jenkins huh?" I asked happily.

"Yep. That is, if you're interested in participating?"

"Of course I am," I smiled. "Now what's next in your dirty little plan?"

A grin appeared on her face. "Well, given that men seem to love sloppy blowjobs so much, I figured I'd suck your cock so that he can watch me be a dirty slut for my brother. Are you up for it?"

"You know I am."

"Good. Now just relax."

She got down on her knees and immediately went to work sucking me off. It wasn't like yesterday where she had to hold back so that we wouldn't get caught. This time it was loud and wet. The suction noises she was making was filling our house with lewd noises. Her mouth was like a vacuum and it was constantly producing saliva. 

"Oh god..." I moaned in delight.

"Mmmm....Hmmm..." she moaned back before spitting out my cock. "Don't you love it?"

She put my cock back in her mouth and continued her sucking & slurping. Her head quickly bobbed back and forth like a seasoned pro.

"I love it. You're the best Ashley."

She looked up at me from her knees, and with my cock still in her mouth, she gave me a wink. After a few more minutes of bobbing her head on my cock, she finally stopped and stood back up.

"I've always wanted to have sex in the kitchen," she said as she wiped her mouth with her hand. "You do the honors of picking the spot. Dining table or kitchen counter?"

"Kitchen counter," I grinned. "The dining table is a good option, but it'll probably break from what I plan to do to your body."

She grinned back and pinched my cheek. "You're so smart. Now take off my bottom and put me on the counter to fuck."

Hearing those words were like music to my ears. I was more aroused than I had ever been before. I reached down and yanked her bikini bottom off to get her completely naked. Her crotch had the same bikini tan line as her breasts, where her legs were tanned, but her pubic area was pale white. She was cleanly shaven and I could see her sexy labia.

I lifted up her petite frame and placed her on the kitchen counter where she sat on her ass.

A wave of mixed emotions flowed through me. On one hand, all my hormones and instincts had kicked in and I was ready to fuck the most beautiful naked female I had ever laid on eyes. On the other hand, that person was my own sister. She didn't seem to mind, so neither did I. 

Our arms held each other tightly and I used one hand to guide my cock inside of her. Her pussy was soaking wet and ready to be fucked. My cock slid right in and we began having sex for our old perverted neighbor to watch. It was the ultimate exhibitionist act for any person to commit. Ashley's eyes were filled with lust and she was breaking all of the taboos with just one act. She had always been a good person, but she was now overcome with lust and desires.

I fucked her tight pussy as hard as I possibly could, and as hard as our bodies would allow. The hot weather made things even dirtier. Sweat starting forming on our bodies. I could feel her skin sweating against mine, and she could feel the same from me. Beads of sweat starting forming on her face, as did mine. We were each giving in to our carnal lust.

"Oh shit..." she moaned with her eyes nearly rolling back. "This is fucking unbelievable."

Her face started twisting and turning. Her arms clenched me tight, and so did her vaginal muscles. The taboos and sexual desires were too much for both of us and she was on the brink of a powerful orgasm. So was I.

She screamed out loud and she clenched her eyes shut. Her arms and legs squeezed my body. Her vagina and thighs spasmed, and her back violently arched. She squirted on my cock and it was all over the kitchen counter and it spilled to the floor.

I grunted out loud and shot several loads of my cum deep inside of her womb. It was easily the most powerful orgasm of my life, and I assumed it was the same for her.

"Holy shit," I gasped, breathing heavily. "Is this really happening?"

She licked her lips, "That was too good to be a dream."

Ashley turned her head and looked through the window.

"Is he watching?" I asked.

"From the looks of things, he might think he's dreaming. Mr. Jenkins just saw two siblings fuck each others brains out. And we got to experience it first hand."

We let go of each other and she got back to her feet.

"What a crazy experience. I don't know where we go from here. I mean, you're my sister. I'm your brother."

"That's what makes this whole thing so hot. It'll be our secret. You, me, and our voyeuristic neighbor."

"So what next?" I asked.

Ashley dropped to her knees and held my orgasm covered cock in her hand, just inches from her face.

She smiled, "Next we clean up this filthy mess. I'll start with your cock."

The End 

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Exhibitionist Stewardess Fantasy



I am a real stewardess and fly for a Major US Airline, but you won't see me like this on your flight or know that I am an admitted exhibitionist. Simply put, I enjoy masturbating for men while they watch. It's my favorite way of sexually expressing and satisfying myself - my fantasy really. As an exhibitionist, I take advantage of my travels to find men interested in helping me, whether it's for a pilot or a male flight attendant on a layover or even as wild as a group of men if I can arrange it. As long as someone is watching me, I get off to it. 

Traveling as a flight attendant, I have the opportunity to perform my strip and masturbation show in different cities I visit. Some of my favorite acted out fantasies are; masturbating for six German soccer players in a private summer garden by the Main River in Frankfurt - Masturbating in a hammock outdoors at night by Tiki Torch light at a Belize resort for my two pilots - Performing for those same two pilots in an open area in the woods just up from the beach next to our resort, one of my most intimate and interactive experiences - Stripping naked and fingering to orgasm on stage at 'Scores Gentleman's Club' on Amateur Night in Tampa, Florida. I performed again in the finals later that month, when I had the audience take off my clothes. When I was nude, I went to the edge of the center stage, laid down, spread my legs open and pulled my labia apart for a group of men that gathered in to watch me. Then I acted out my fantasy and fingered myself to orgasm for a great crowd, the most men (and a few women) I have ever masturbated for. 

Also memorable was when myself and another woman I met at the Scores Club were actually hired for a bachelor's party on a boat in Sarasota, Florida. We stripped and danced nude for a rowdy group of men after the skipper dropped anchor in a private little cove. Later that evening, the party continued at the host's home. The music was really good and I remember a Sade song playing that always makes me feel sensual. So I danced that way and eventually got the attention of the guys standing around drinking, playing pool and shooting darts. They encouraged me and said they wanted me to strip. That's all the exhibitionist in me needed. 

I slipped my party dress from my shoulders, down over my breasts, my panties and over my heels. I danced my way to the billiards table, slid my panties off and tucked them into a side pocket. I kicked my heels off, and with the help of two men, climbed onto the table as they cleared it. I laid back and tucked the heals of my feet into the corners. I relaxed my legs open, raised my arms to the opposite end's pockets, closed my eyes, and laid spread eagle as the guys voices grew closer and gathered around me. I let my fantasy mind take over imaging their eyes on my nude body, gazing between my thighs. I used one hand to adjust my labia naturally apart, hoping to focus their attention on my landing strip, and returned it to above my head. I listened as they talked about my body, my excitement growing. I lowered one arm and started fingering my clit. I let the reality become fantasy and the fantasy become reality. I get off equally to both. As I freed myself, eventually masturbating openly, they became more vocal. It couldn't have been more erotic for me. Not once opening my eyes, letting their voices drive me, I pleasured myself nonstop to a beautiful exhibitionist orgasmic high. 

Also as a flight attendant, on my favorite tropical layover, Hawaii, as sunset approached and after everyone had left, I discreetly slipped off my bikini while swimming in the rooftop pool of our Honolulu hotel. I let it sink to the bottom, swam to the ladder and climbed out naked and walked sexily toward a male flight attendant friend I enjoy flying with. We hid two chairs behind the elevator tower and, as the sun set and the beautiful Hawaiian night sky opened up for us, we conversed as I masturbated. One of the things I like about him is that he completely understands the exhibitionist side of me and has suggested daring places for me to 'perform' although, this time, the rooftop of our hotel was my idea. When I showed him, he gave his approval. 

'You thought of this yourself? I'm impressed. Now show me how you pleasure yourself!' (he knows I like that kind of talk) 

At home, I perform a masturbation show for a group of friends who also understand and accept the exhibitionist in me. We meet weekly for beers (Tequila shots for me) at a local bar and continue the party at my place where I change into an outfit I have chosen or one that they sometimes kindly provide. When I reappear, I perform a dance and striptease in a sexy Latina style. The outfit of choice for them is my actual flight attendant uniform which is also fun for me because I feel sexy in it and, more so, taking it off (at work, on the airplane, I sometimes catch men's attention with an extra blouse button undone with a lacy part of my bra exposed). When I strip from my uniform at home, I wear sexier bras and panties underneath than I do at work. As I remove my clothes and see their eyes looking up and down my body, the exhibitionist 'switch' in me turns on and my 'fantasy mind' takes over. 

I have long since accepted that this is just a part of who I am, how I express and satisfy myself sexually. And even though it interferes with intimate relationships (read having a serious boyfriend), it's something I'm not willing to give up at this time in my life. Addicted? Probably! 

So by this time in my performance, after I'm naked and wearing only my black heels, I feel compelled to continue. I have talked to the guys about this inner need (which is where their understanding and acceptance comes in) and they have been nothing but encouraging saying they hope I never change. Since we all meet regularly, sometimes even with the introduction of a new (curious) friend, I think everyone looks forward to it. I've come to consider them good friends and feel very comfortable sharing the exhibitionist side of me. After all, how could I do it without them? 

When I am ready to show them the more intimate side of me, we turn the music down or off, so I can concentrate, and I lie back on my pleasure couch, resting one leg on the back cushion and the other on the lap of one of my friends sitting in what they call the best seat in the house, a chair they move up close. Then I get comfortable, relax my legs open, and touch my body in sensual ways from my hair down to my thighs. I close my eyes because I think it makes a sexier appearance but I sometimes peek because I get off to them looking at me. Closing my eyes again, I imagine their desirous eyes upon me and want to show them more. Their expressed favorite, from one of our earlier times together, is when I pull my labia apart for them. It seems I've developed half the show around it doing different things for them. One they particularly like is when I pull them out and let them snap back. If I'm in a particularly nasty mood (which has lately become the norm) the chair man pulls my lips apart for me while I fold my arms behind my head. I like the feeling of my labia being pinched and stretched in different ways and love to watch their eyes as they gaze at me, a big turn on and compliment for the exhibitionist in me. One guy in particular really likes clits so when he's in the seat, I make sure I bring her out for him. So the best seat in the house has taken on new meaning.

At some point, with all the sexual play and talk, I naturally progress into a more selfish role of pleasuring myself and settle in, close my eyes, and finger with my arms in close to my breasts so they jiggle. I finish by masturbating to orgasm, getting off to them watching and encouraging me, my fantasy realized. 

Afterwards, we turn the music back on, refresh our drinks, sometimes order food and continue the party. I often stay naked, wearing just heels, or wear panties and a bra or maybe an open silk robe. I then perform a more customized dance and masturbation show for individual guys in a separate bedroom if they want. Our parties have become the highlight of my week. 

When I get home from a trip, my routine is to pour a shot of Tequila and take it into my living room. I get undressed, take my wings off my blouse and throw my uniform in a dry cleaning bag and the rest into the laundry room closet that is outside on my back patio. So it's fun to walk out there nude and even though there is a privacy fence around it, a neighbor that lives on the third floor in a building across from me can look down over it. Once I discovered that he can see me, I always look to see if he just happens to be looking out of his deck door. If not, I wait, making occasional peeks out of the blinds until he does and nonchalantly walk to the laundry closet and take my time sorting my laundry.

Of course most times he is not there, and more of a letdown than I like to admit to myself. 

One time, still dressed and right after I poured my Tequila, I peeked and he was already there, looking out his door holding a Lone Star beer in his hand. I kind of panicked, thinking I wanted to take advantage of it but I was still dressed! I just reacted and opened the door and walked out in my uniform sipping my Tequila. 

I opened the laundry doors and thought, 'Why not just undress here? Maybe I could be convincing.' I set the shot glass on the dryer and took off my neck scarf and started to unbutton my blouse. But what if he wasn't looking? I had to know. I left my Tequila there and my back door open to hint to him that I was returning. I walked back inside, ran upstairs to a darkened bedroom window and peeked between the blinds. YES! He was looking right down onto my patio...and he had put a sleeve onto his can of beer which meant, to me, he was staying. I shivered with excitement and probably some nerves. I ran back downstairs, got my dry cleaning bag, grabbed the Tequila bottle and a stack of mail off the table and scurried back to the door. I stopped, took a breath, composed myself, kicked off my heels, and walked casually out the door. I kinda laughed inside thinking of what he was seeing...a uniformed flight attendant with a cloth bag, a bottle of Tequila and a few days worth of mail. Actually it seemed plausible and I went with it. 

I unsnapped and unzipped my skirt, let it drop to my feet and kicked it up to my hands and stuffed it in the bag. I unrolled my pantyhose and threw them in the washing machine. I removed my blouse, laid it out and unfastened my wings and put it in the bag too. I was thinking I wanted to savor this opportunity so I delayed removing my bra and panties. It would provide a nice tease as he might be thinking I may not, and in fact probably not, get naked outside on my patio. I took a sip of Tequila and refilled the glass, giving him some hope, and at least telling him I wasn't going inside just yet. The Tequila was having its usual fantasy freeing effect on me. I was horny now and wanted to masturbate. I decided I could record these next moments and masturbate to them later. 

I was in control now and it was perfect. I turned around and leaned back against the washer and started opening mail. After a few pieces, I was really curious as to what he was doing. Was he there? Was he enjoying seeing me? I leaned in to the laundry closet and peaked between the little gap where the door was hinged. He was gone! His blinds were closed! But then I realized he had not closed them completely. In fact I could see him looking down through a gap he had left. He was being discreet. Maybe he was masturbating! Oh I hoped so! What a compliment and a reward for me! It was time to show him more, to make it as good for him as it was for me. I would masturbate later thinking of him masturbating to me! 

I leaned back against the washer, facing outward, giving him his offset side view of me. I picked up another piece of mail and, acting tired, returned it to the dryer and instead picked up my Tequila bottle and sipped directly from it. I leaned my head back and relaxed. With the bottle in one hand, I used the other to slide my bra straps off my shoulders. Would he be masturbating more intently with the anticipation of me getting naked? I reached behind me and unfastened it with one hand, pulled it down off of me and flung it onto the washer. I ran my hand under my boobs to comfort them after a day in confinement. I held onto the dryer and, with my Tequila bottle hand, maneuvered my panties down over my feet, throwing them onto the washer too. I brushed my pubic patch for more comfort. 

I imagined my voyeur masturbating to my naked body, with fresh tan lines made on my previous layover. I would try to give him an extended look. I picked up some more mail and slowly went through it, even taking my time with the ads and junk mail. After another five minutes, I decided it was my turn. I gathered my things, went inside, laid on my masturbation couch and fantasized about what I looked like from my voyeur neighbor's eye. I bet he didn't figure that, ten minutes later, I would be fingering myself to climax picturing what he was also masturbating to! 

After flight attendant training, it took me about six months to work up the nerve to ask someone if they wanted to watch me. The first time was for my two pilots on the first of three Belize layovers. The first time was actually outdoors late at night in a hammock near the resort pool. It was a beautiful setting under Tiki Torch light. I was really nervous and it took me a long time to cum but they said they loved my masturbation show. I felt so rewarded and couldn't wait for my next trip. I flew with them the next week, again to Belize, and we did the same thing, but this time I was much more relaxed. 

On our third layover, they surprised me and arranged some chairs in a secluded spot in a wooded area next to our hotel just up from the beach. I was by now very comfortable with my new pilot friends. So we spent the afternoon drinking from water bottles filled with a Mai Tai concoction. One pilot brought his iPod and a little speaker. I got silly and ran around in the sandy soil in my bikini, letting my boobs bounce. I stopped in front of them and took off my bikini top, which I threw up into the breeze. It got stuck in a tree branch! We all laughed. Then I ran around our chairs stripping off my bottoms, falling down in the process! I got back up, and danced naked around a tree and then in front of them. I was sandy, sweaty and getting exhausted and was loving it. 

It was a perfect exhibitionist afternoon for me. Needing to rest, I put my chair in front of and between them. I placed my legs onto their laps, my ankles resting in their strong hands. They were quite the gentlemen, as always, and did not stare at my body at first so I explained more about my exhibitionist fantasies. Once they understood, once I said, 'I want to you to look', we were all on the same page. They each placed my feet to their far side, opening my legs wider and stared to their delight (and mine!) 

So we had the best time as we carried on our conversation while I lay naked in front of them. I asked them if they had any sexual experiences with other flight attendants. They said they did but none like this. That made me happy. They went on telling me their 'stewardess' stories. It turned me on immensely as my fantasy mind listened. I started teasing my clit, eventually masturbating off and on as they told their stories. 

When the sun, seemingly out of nowhere, shined brightly through a gap in the trees and illuminated my body, I got an idea. I pinched and pulled my labia apart, stretching them thin as the light shined through them like a stained glass window making every tiny blood vessel visible. My pilots moved in for a closer look as I stretched them just right so they could see 'through' them. It was art and anatomy at the same time. 

I wanted to masturbate while the sun was still shining through my pussy lips but I couldn't hold them right and finger at the same time. I asked my pilots for help. They did not hesitate, each one taking one side, pulling it out and open. I'll never forget the site of looking down my sweat glistened body at my pussy lips being stretched thin into a lighter pink shade than normal, the sun shining through them. I brought my arms in close to my chest, raising my breasts and shook them in waves as I started fingering rhythmically across my clit. I think the Captain, from the way he was watching, really liked the way my boobs jiggled. The First Officer then asked me to show him my clit. I knew from our last layover that he has a thing for them. 

I said, 'I'm sorry. I should have known you wanted me to unhood her, especially in this perfect sunlight.

He laughed and said, 'Unhood? I like that. Did you just make that up?'

I laughed with him, and pulled the hood away from my clit and held her on display for him - another memorable sight! I distinctly remember feeling the heat of the sun on the inner part of my thighs, up through my lips and onto my clit. I could feel her throbbing and wondered if he could see that. 

The sun went into shadows and I was disappointed but one of them pointed out a far beam of light creeping our way. I fingered slowly in anticipation as it approached. Without saying a word, we all knew what was about to happen. When I felt the sun again heating my body, I fingered faster. When it reached my pussy, even faster. I looked down over my abdomen again. Perspiration beads were forming between my breasts and down my stomach. I was fingering steadily and breathing heavier. Little streams of sweat vibrated off my body and ran down and off my sides. Even the hair by my temples was getting damp. I ran my middle finger up between my boobs gathering sweat and returned to my clit with increased vigor. Then I felt it. A pre orgasmic tremor shook through me. I shuddered. 

I said, 'Are you ready to watch me cum?', as I fingered deliberately and rapidly. 

They said they were. I told them to tell me to cum and I would. I was going to cum anyway but I get off to being encouraged into orgasm. 

They were perfect. 'Masturbate for us.' 'Cum for us.' Finger your pussy.' 'Show us how you cum.' 'Make your pussy cum.' 'Don't hold back.' 'Let yourself go.' 'Don't stop until you cum.' 

I felt my jaw and neck tighten. My breathing froze. My face flushed and I felt my eyes roll. My butt and thighs tightened as my pussy screamed out with joy. I was masturbating so fast I lost my rhythm and fingered sporadically. I was afraid I was not going to be able cum completely. 

What I said next still amazes me because I'd never said it before. I yelled almost in a panic, 'Put your finger in me!' 

Whoever did it knew what they were doing. Any woman can tell you that there's nothing like a G spot orgasm. I took a deep breath and held it. My rhythm returned and had, probably, the most intense fingering orgasm I've ever had. I heard my voice screaming, vibrating, like it was someone else. I was loud. Someone probably heard me but I couldn't stop because it didn't seem like me. I know that's weird. It's the only time I experienced it.

After I was completely spent, I dropped back into my chair, my arms flopping off the side of the chair. I laid there sweating, trying to catch my breath. I felt my G spot still being slowly massaged. 

I said, 'That really feels good. Don't stop just yet. I can feel my clit throbbing. Can you see it?' 

The First Officer said, 'Mind if I take a closer look?' 

I said, 'I'm exhausted. I can't move a muscle. Let me know what you see.' 

There was an exchange of the grip of my labia, someone taking both and I felt the skin being pulled away from my very happy pearl. 

I heard, 'Wow, what a site. You have such a beautiful clit and pussy and, yes, its throbbing - never actually seen that. Plus I really like your landing strip - perfect really - can't even tell if you trim it. Do you. 




Exhibitionist Stewardess Fantasy



'Just a little', I said. 'I'm lucky that way, thank you. I shave from my clit down of course.' 

He said, 'Yes, you display her well. Speaking of displaying, do you mind if we take advantage of the sunlight and pay her some more admiration?' 

I teasingly said, 'If you insist.' I tucked my arms behind my head and spread my legs wider and asked them to hold them there. 

The Captain said, 'Wow! Impressive. Let me guess, dance? Gymnastics?' 

I said, 'Both actually but mostly dance.' 

They both took an ankle so I could relax again. They maneuvered me directly into the sunlight. I could feel it on my pussy like I'd never felt in my life. I hoped it could not get sunburned! For the next ten minutes, my pilots were like little boys studying the female anatomy for the first time having an entire conversation about what they were seeing - and from what I was feeling and hearing, they saw everything as my lips were being pulled in different ways and fingers were spreading open my vagina. They were 'wowed' they said when it was illuminated deep inside.

I heard, 'Is that her cervix?' 

Another said, 'I've never seen one. I'll bet it's never seen sunlight!' 

Just then, from all the play and Mai Tais, I said, 'Guys I hate to stop your anatomy lesson but I gotta pee really bad.' 

I started to get up but the Captain held me saying, 'Why don't you go right here?' 

I said, 'You guys ARE crazy! You really wanna watch me pee? I've never done that.' 

The Captain nodded and the First Officer said, 'Yeah why not - I mean as long as you're going to go anyway.' 

I said, 'OK but at least scoot me to the edge of the chair.' 

So with their help I hung off the edge of the chair saying, 'We gotta hurry.' 

The Captain said, 'One moment more' as they spread my legs and pulled my labia apart saying, 'OK let her go.' 

That's just what I did. What a sight as I looked between my legs. A sunlit sparkling arching stream was gushing out splashing into the sandy soil. My pilots watched between my legs 'soaking' it all in (like the sandy soil - sorry couldn't resist). 

I finished squirting and said, 'Are you guys up for a swim and some lunch by the pool?' 

'Sounds great,' they said.' 

I said, 'Could someone get my bikini out of that tree? 

We all laughed. I got a piggy back ride all the way back. What gentlemen! After we swam and ordered from the bar menu, we discussed how we could fly together again. I really liked these guys and the way they treated me and indulged me in my masturbation fantasy. 

As a way to say goodbye in a memorable way, on our 'red eye' back to the States that night, I visited them in the cockpit after the service was over, stripped nude and let my boobs bounce in the turbulence as I stood between them. They hung my panties and bra over their control columns and took photos of them! Then I was invited to sit in the jumpseat. I buckled myself in, relaxed and masturbated very comfortably while they watched under the soft glow of the dimmed cockpit lights. I was directed to rest my feet on the edge of the center console so I did and let my legs relax apart. It seemed like more fantasy than real which was good for me as it's the fantasy thoughts that make me climax the best. 

I said, 'Before I masturbate, would you like to have a final labia spread?' 

The First Officer said, 'Yeah. Who knows when we will get together again?' 

He pulled out a small flashlight and said, 'Do you mind?'

I said, 'Just like a pilot.' 

I pulled my lips apart as he shined his light between my legs. 'Man you are beautiful. I'd never get tired of watching you do that.' 

I brought my clit out for him knowing he'd like that.

'Exquisite' he said. 

I got an idea and said, 'Hand me your flashlight. 'Remember the sunlight?' 

Then I pulled one of my labia out and put the light behind it but couldn't stretch it in the right way to cover the lens so I asked him to hold the light in position for me. He did and I used two sets of fingers to stretch my labia to cover the lens. It was even better than the sunlight the day before. You can probably imagine what it looked like with little veins running randomly through it. They were wowed and so was I. We were like little nasty kids playing doctor. I was so comfortable with these guys plus their curiosity made it even more fun. They wanted to compare one labia to another so they switched hands depending on which side I was stretching. 

As a side note, I learned from that experience that even though I have probably smaller than average labia, it's amazing how much they can be stretched if you try. And what we decided was that each labia was unique in the pattern of blood vessels running randomly through it. I told them I was horny and was ready to masturbate. They kept the flashlight on my pussy as I started in. I fingered slowly for as long as I could but it's like I was on 'bater pilot'. As I started to orgasm, my fingers stroked rapidly across my clit until I shuddered in the seat. 

After I settled down, the Captain said, 'You're absolutely beautiful. I've never met a woman like you. We really gotta get together again!' 

I responded, 'I hope we do. You guys have been great. You've really spoiled the exhibitionist in me but I'd better dressed and get back before they suspect something - probably too late huh?



Exhibitionist Stripper Is Humiliated



In my 3 years of stripping, I have never been so utterly humiliated as I was the night when we held annual stripper auction night. Here is how the story goes. We were having a great time making fun of all the other strippers who had been auctioned off to ugly or fat women as the auction started. Finally it was my turn to go out. As being one of the top strippers at the club I went next to last. I came out wearing only a tiny yellow g-string. My 5'8 160 lbs. of tanned muscular toned, shaven body looked great. As the bidding started, this hot looking huge blond began the bidding on me at $1000. 

To my lucky surprise, it was too much money for anyone else to spend. So I was hers for the night. Boy was I excited, we usually get stuck with some nasty or fat looking woman. But I hit the jackpot. She was so sexy, she was about 6-foot tall and probably weighed about 175 with these monstrous DD tits. She was dressed in a Black tank top and mini skirt. As I got down from the stage, we met and I told her that I needed to get my things. She introduces herself as Karen, then looks at me and throws me a white robe and says that that was all I would need.

As I got into her SUV, I asked her where we were going. She said that we were going to her favorite place to meet some of her friends. Just as I was thinking of all the freaky stuff that we would be doing soon, we pull into a gym. I am curious now to what we are doing here. As we get inside there is a wrestling ring there along with 4 girls there sitting around it. I quickly ask her what we are doing here. 

She then says that, "We are going to wrestle a stakes match." I laugh and say that I am a man and you are a woman, I would hurt you if we did that. She quickly shoot back and said, "well I am bigger and stronger than you, and I will prove it." I then ask her why? She then let me have it. She said, "Because you fucked my sister on a one night stand and never called her." 

I then laughed and said that I had done that to hundreds of women be more specific. She then pointed to the 4 women and said that "all of them were former one-nighters for me and they were here to watch me get my ass kicked." I laugh and say well what are the stakes then? She then surprised me and says " the loser get fucked by the winner." I say your on, and also say that this night gets better by the minute. She turns to me and says well we will see if you say that when I am fucking your ass at the end of the match. I laugh harder then.

I quickly strip off my robe, and reveal the tiny yellow thong that I was wearing for the auction. I then turn to her and see that she has taken off her skirt and is wearing a tight black one piece thong backed outfit. We then circle each other and lock up in a test of strength. As we lock hands, I realize that she is much stronger than I imagined. After a few minutes of deadlock, she swiftly kicks me in the balls. I scream out AHHH. 

As I bend over, the Amazon immediately pulls me close and slides her hand up inside the side of my g-string, hooks her head and SUPLEX's me up, over and down to the mat with a ring-shaking impact! OUCH a yell as I reach for my back in pain. On a roll now, Karen pulls me up to my feet and scoops me up and body slams my back on to her knee into a crushing backbreaker. As I am suspended on her knee, she savagely punched my stomach 4 to 5 times and throws me off. In pain, I am now starting to not only think about the match, but also of my safety. 

I am in shock how easily she has tossed me around and at how much stronger she is than me. Just as I start to think of a strategy, the Amazon returns and forcefully grabs me by the hair and with a great show of strength picks me up over her head into a gorilla press. In amazement, I can't believe she has me lifted up over her head. She then starts to taunt me by telling the 4 girls "I could keep this wimp up here all day, and then asks them what she should do with me." She then looks up to me and says, "Time to break your back thong boy." 

And then she crashes me down upon her knee again. AHHHH, I cry out in pain, please stop! She then says " we are not done yet, I still have to finish you off." I beg for her to stop, but she just slaps me in the face and says, "Stop crying, bitch." She then grabs my hair again, spins me around and lifts me into an over the shoulder back breacker. As I am suspended on her shoulders she pulls down on my chin and my legs and tries to break my back. By now the pain is to excruciating and I pass out. 

I then remember being waken up by a kiss from the Amazon. I say to her is it over yet? She then smiled at me and pulled this big strap-on out of her bag and said "well not exactly." I then plead with her and say I will do anything just not that. She then puts the strap-on on and says, "Sorry a bet is a bet." 

As she starts to lube my ass she says to me" now your going to see what it is like to be fucked." Then out no where, she ripped off my g-string and slowly slid the dildo up my ass and started pumping. AHHHH I screamed out in pain, it hurts! By this time the other girls were getting into it and yelling out " fuck him good", "pound that ass" they were saying. 

She then grabbed me by the waist and started fucking me harder. By this time my ass had gotten used to it, and it actually started to feel good. My dick got rock hard, and out of nowhere as she was penetrating me, I blew my load all over the ring. She quickly also had an orgasm, and then fell to ring in exhaustion as she pulled the dildo out of my ass. She then made me promise never to have another one night stand again, and left me there helpless in the ring. Never before Had I ever been so utterly dominated and humiliated before in my life, and I will never forget it.



Exhibitionist Wanted



I sorted through the morning replies. Too old; too ugly; too hairy; too creepy. Was there not even one viable candidate in the seven hundred plus replies I'd received to my personal ad online?

I sighed in frustration and stepped away from my desk to retrieve a glass of water. Ahead of me lay another long and monotonous day at the lobbying firm which employed me and my only distraction was proving fruitless.

I made my way out of my office and to the shared kitchen, pouring water from the Culligan and sipping it thoughtfully.

Back at my desk a few minutes later, I smiled as I reviewed the picture of the latest applicant. 5'10", brown hair, and brown eyes. Incredibly handsome, educated and successful he was absolutely perfect. I emailed him in reply immediately.

Come to the address in my signature block at 1pm. Do not be late. Make sure you're wearing socks. I have chosen you. Do not disappoint me.

I hit send. And I smiled with anticipation.

At 12:58pm the director's scheduling assistant buzzed me on the intercom.

"There is a vendor here to see you."

"Please escort him to the conference room to wait and block off the next half hour."

I rose from my desk and walked confidently to the conference room. I smiled at my coworkers as I passed them.

Arriving at the door at the end of the hall I put my hand around the knob and steadied myself.

I opened the door only a small fraction, knowing that he could not see me from any vantage point inside the conference room. I said quietly and calmly through the door, "As we discussed Eric".

I looked up at my guest as I entered and closed the door behind me and indeed his eyes were closed as previously discussed and arranged. He was standing beside the table.

I locked the door.

I approached the handsome specimen and advised him to remove his shoes and socks, keeping his eyes closed. I tied one sock around his eyes and used the other to gag his rosy mouth. Such beautiful white teeth.

I was terrified of getting caught by my coworkers and anxious about the fantasy I was about to live out. I tried to hide it in my voice and appearance, which was made all that much easier since my guest was blindfolded.

"Take off your pants Eric". 

My guest unbuttoned his pants, slid down his zipper and dropped his pants. He was wearing nothing underneath and his cock, semi-erect, dangled from his body.

"Sit down Eric. The chair is directly beside you." He sat, his bare ass in the director's favorite chair.

I spoke quietly but with a dominating tone.

"Touch yourself for me Eric. Get your cock hard. I want to see you hard."

Eric, without hesitation, began to toy with the head of his penis. He remained silent and his face did not betray any emotion.

He grasped the whole length of his shaft with his right hand and began to stroke himself.

I began to breathe heavily. This is what I'd wanted. To watch a man freely, without the embarrassment of him watching me watching him.

Just a few minutes into it and Eric began to breathe more rapidly.

I wanted to touch him. I restrained myself. That was not the arrangement.

Eric was stroking himself heartily now, his hand moving in a smooth motion along the length of his cock and up over the tip, before sliding back down toward the base.

I felt myself getting wet, and my clit started to throb with an urgency to be touched. I was going to watch him cum. He was going to cum. In our conference room, at my workplace.

I couldn't help myself; I had to touch him. I approached him and delicately I reached out one finger- my right index finger- and started tracing a path from his collarbone leading down his chest. When i reached his navel he moaned through his gag and trembled. I pulled my hand away in surprised at the power of my touch and soon after his hand motions increased to a maniacal frenzy and cum spurted from his throbbing cock and onto my dress.

It was finished and I was incredibly aroused. I pulled a tissue from the conference table and wiped his cum off my dress.

I spoke to him, handing him a tissue, noticing he had conveyed some of his thick white cum onto his own shirt as well. "Wipe yourself off, and pull up your pants."

Still blindfolded, he did as he was told.

I removed the gag first, and kindly put it back on his foot. The left first.

"Do not open your eyes until I tell you to Eric."

I removed his blindfold, which had been tied tight enough to block his vision but loose enough to easily be undone. I dressed his right foot.

I picked his dress shoes off the floor and handed them to Eric. He put them on without needing additional instruction to do so.

"Eric, I hope you enjoyed yourself." He mumbled something incoherently.

"As soon as you hear me close the door you may open your eyes, count to ten and depart from these premises." He nodded in assent.

I opened the door quietly and slipped outside. If he peeked, he would only see my backside as I exited.

I quickly strode up the hall and into my office on the left, closing the door. I locked it behind me, sat at my desk and put my left leg up on the flat surface and proceeded to give myself the hottest clit rubbing I'd ever engineered. I pushed myself over the brink once, twice, and then a third time as I relieved what had just transpired over and over again in my mind, not caring that I was rubbing myself raw.