4 comments/ 113336 views/ 21 favorites Weekend of Sexual Surprises By: alan556 March 30 Sometimes I think that I'm the horniest person in the world. People say that I'm a slut, a skank, and a nymphomaniac, all of which are all true, but the description I prefer is that I'm over-sexed. "Over-sexed" sounds less judgmental than "slut," don't you think? I really can't help what I am-- maybe I have a hormonal imbalance or something. Some people think that since I'm a slut, I must be a wild and out-of-control teenager. I'm really not. I'm nice to people and I don't mouth off, I do my homework and get pretty good grades, and I get along with my parents. I have lots of friends, I'm kind to animals and I never fool around with married men. I don't lie, cheat, steal, smoke, do hard drugs, or drink too much, and I never drink and drive. I don't have piercings or tattoos. I would be the perfect goody-two-shoes teen except for my one major vice. I fuck. I also screw, make love, fornicate, have sex, get laid, and other things like that. I love to fuck and be fucked, to suck and be sucked, lick and be licked, kiss and be kissed. Orgies, group sex, threesomes, and lots of just plain one-one-one sex. Lots. I could have sex 24x7. Well, I'd have to sleep, eat, pee, that sort of thing. And brush my teeth. But you know what I mean. When I'm old and reminiscing about my youth, I'll have lots of great memories. Maybe I'll tell my grandchildren all about it. I don't have a steady boyfriend because I'm not the monogamous type, but I have some fuck-buddies who I can depend on to do a good job when I need it. And I'm very safe with sex. I carefully take birth control pills and always make guys wear condoms-- every time. (With one exception – more about that later.) People ask if my Mom and Dad know about what I do. They certainly don't think I'm a virgin. Mom helped me get birth control pills when I was 13 and nobody made the excuse that it was for my complexion. I'm really pretty open with them and don't feel like I need to go overboard to hide what I do. I don't worry if a box of condoms is left out in the open in my room. I sometimes invite friends over for after-school sex in my room or the family room, and I'm sure my Mom notices that there are used condoms left in the wastebasket. And I'm sure she notices the cum-stains and pussy-juice stains on my sheets and on my sexy lingerie when she does the laundry. It's hard to put crotch-less panties in the washing machine without knowing what's going on. They've seen sex toys lying around my room. I have sexy lingerie in my closet and pornographic DVDs on my bookshelf. My computer has a screen saver that's a close-up photo of a pussy with a hard cock in it. (Actually, the pussy is me, but I don't tell people that. I don't know who the cock is.) No need to hide what I am. A few times, my parents have even walked into the room while I was being fucked. It was a little awkward and it freaked out the guys, especially when we were 14 years old. But I can't complain because I've walked in on them more than a few times too. It happens. BTW: Their favorite position is doggy-style too. I don't tell them everything. They probably only know about 10% of what I do. The morning after a party, I might tell them I had sex, but I don't tell them it was with four different guys, not to mention the random dick or pussy that I sucked while I was getting pounded from behind. My Dad worries a lot, and keeps reminding me to use condoms and avoid sketchy guys who might be violent. (I do.) I think Mom is secretly jealous. I don't tell them everything, partly because I don't want to worry them unnecessarily and partly because nobody wants to tell their parents everything. They worry, but deep down I think they trust my judgment. I really have my head screwed on pretty well. It's different with my older brother Artie. We're very close and I tell him absolutely everything. Artie has been my closest friend, my protector, and my help-mate ever since we were little. When I was 6, he defended me on the playground at school. When I was ten, he took me around the neighborhood to sell Girl Scout cookies. When I was 12, he helped me with my math homework, and when I was 14 he drove me to the mall. When I started high-school, he put an end to the rumor-mongering about my sexual habits. And this year, he helped me look for colleges and study for the SAT test. I don't know what I'd do without him. I miss Artie terribly since he went away to college. We talk on the phone and email nearly every day, but it's not the same. After I get laid, I love giving Artie all the details – who sucked my nipples, how my clit got licked, what the cocks looked like, how they felt, where they went, where the cum sprayed, and who was watching. I love telling him and he's a great listener. I told him when I had my first gang-bang, and when I set my record of ten orgasms in one day, and when my girlfriends and I gave each other golden showers Sometimes I think that half the fun of sex is telling Artie about it afterwards. Artie's sex life is very different than mine. His is much more normal. He's a sophomore in college at an engineering school. (I'm still in high school.) He lives in the dorm. (I live at home.) There aren't many girls at an engineering school so he sometimes goes months without getting any action other than his own fist. I don't know how he stands it. If two or three days go by, I start going crazy. I can't remember the last time there was a week when I didn't have sex at least two or three times, not counting when I use my own fingers, and it's usually more. The reason that I'm writing this down is that I want to record what happened this past weekend before I forget the details. It was the best weekend ever. It started out with Artie inviting me to visit him at college to celebrate my birthday. My 18th birthday was last Wednesday. I knew that Mom and Dad had planned a small party for friends and relatives, but Artie wouldn't be able to come because his school is a 4-hour drive away. So he invited me to come up to visit him the weekend afterward. Sounded like a great idea, so we planned that I'd drive up after school Friday and come back Sunday afternoon. I would be able to stay in his room because Artie's roommate goes home every weekend to his parents' house. Artie's roommate is named Walden, believe it or not. Artie doesn't like Walden. He thinks he's an "annoying tight-ass little prick." That's a quote. They've been feuding ever since the first day they were assigned to the same room, when Walden started complaining about everything Artie did – watching TV, studying late, not studying late, getting up early, getting up late, whatever. I've never met Walden, but I'm sure I wouldn't like him because I don't like annoying tight-ass little pricks either. It was good that Walden would be gone while I was there. As the weekend grew closer, Artie asked me what I'd like to do to celebrate. I didn't have any ideas, but he did. He's a brother who knows me well. He offered me a "Weekend of Sexual Surprises." I was thrilled with the idea, but I didn't know exactly what he meant. I tried and tried to weasel some details out of him, but he wouldn't tell me anything. Every time I talked to Artie, he teased me about it, but he wouldn't tell me what I wanted to know. I kept pressing him and finally he relented. He said he'd send me an email with some information. When I got home from school and checked my inbox, I found a message from Artie titled "Plans for your upcoming weekend." It was a photo filched from a porno web-site showing a prostitute with silicone tits, jungle-red lipstick, pancake makeup, and a 3-inch-thick black dildo up her ass. She was fake-screaming in pain, her jungle-red lips wide open. Artie can be such a wise-ass. I just love him. Every day, I got a new email message, always titled "Plans for your upcoming weekend." One day, it was a link to a Craig's List ad from a "400-pound Big Beautiful Woman" who was offering domination services, complete with a photo of her in her underwear, with a face mask and a whip. Another day, it was a photo of a gross-looking guy, with shaved head and goatee, completely covered with tattoos of snakes and dragons and awful stuff like that, naked with a hard-on. Another day, it was an advertisement from a company that sold some sort of swing that suspended you from the ceiling, rotating and upside down, giving you "the most intense orgasms ever." Where does Artie get this stuff? The funniest email of all was the one my brother sent me on the day of my birthday. It was an animated singing greeting card with a quartet of beavers singing Happy Birthday. One of them had ear-muffs on. There was a cat playing piano, and at the end of the song, a rooster walks by carrying a birthday cake. The rooster throws the cake into the air and dives into the cat's arms. It took me a few moments to figure out what was going on, then I laughed for ten minutes. Artie had certainly worked up my anticipation of the special weekend. I couldn't wait. Finally, it was my birthday, and the big weekend was just a couple of days away. The weeknight party with Mom and Dad was ok. My aunts and uncles and cousins came and we had a nice time. It was good to see my little cousins—they're so cute. I got some good presents including some much-needed cash. But I hadn't gotten laid since the last weekend and was anticipating the upcoming Sexual Surprises, so I was dying of horniness. I had to go hide out in the bathroom and give myself a quiet quickie. Twice. The guests must have wondered if I was ill. The party was a pleasant time, but nothing to match the upcoming weekend. Thursday night, I packed a duffle bag. Artie wouldn't give me any hints for what clothes to bring, so I packed some regular clothes and some sexy stuff and, of course, some condoms and sex toys. I trimmed my beaver patch, plucked my eyebrows, painted my toenails, and masturbated myself to sleep. It wasn't easy to get to sleep. Friday was a very long day. I was jumping out of my skin and had trouble concentrating on advanced algebra, world history, and Spanish IV. English was worst of all, but that's true most every school day. In art studio class, I had to keep myself from drawing pictures of cocks and pussies, but, to tell you the truth, that's also true most days. As soon as school was out, I drove up to the campus and got there a little after dark. Artie took me to the dorm's cafeteria for dinner and we sat with a bunch of his friends. I didn't know what they knew and what they didn't about the surprises, but he introduced me as his sister and everybody acted pretty much normal. When it came time for dessert, Artie went back into the food line and brought back pieces of cake for everybody. He took a box of birthday candles out of his pocket and put one in each piece of cake and lit them. All the friends sang Happy Birthday. There were no beavers singing and no cock carrying a cake and no pussy playing a piano. It was very sweet. Artie is very sweet. But "sweet" isn't what I was waiting for this weekend. Where was the sex? I didn't have to wait long. We went back to the dorm and Artie handed me a robe, a towel, my toothbrush, and a bar of soap. He told me that I was going to want to be clean for what was coming, so I should go take a shower. I took off my clothes and put the robe on, and he showed me where the girls' bathroom was. I turned on the water and got into the shower. It wasn't more than a minute before the shower curtain opened and there was a cute Chinese girl climbing into the shower with me. She had beautiful long hair, big brown nipples on A-size boobs, and a well-trimmed bush. There was a tattoo on her boob and another on her foot, and some sort of a clit-ring in her pussy. She introduced herself (I don't remember her name, and I'm not sure I could pronounce it anyway), and told me that Artie had sent her. Her accent was pretty thick so I wasn't sure of everything she was saying, but the overall message was clear. My brother had told her that I liked "sexual licking" and she would be helping me celebrate my birthday. My first Sexual Surprise! She took the bar of soap and began washing my boobs, very slowly and carefully. She put her hands between my legs, putting her fingers inside and opening me up for the water to warm me, then she handed me the soap and asked me to wash her. As I washed her, she leaned forward and began to kiss me with big long kisses. She put my hand in her pussy and I felt the ring. Then she went back to washing my boobs, and I moved my hands to hers. She carefully stroked each nipple with soapy fingers, and I reciprocated. We kissed again, and as I massaged her nipples, her kisses grew more urgent and our tongues worked together. Each stroke of my nipples sent of jolt of horniness straight to my clit. God, this was erotic! Then she moved her hands from my boobs and broke off the kiss. She turned me around and washed my back with firm pressure. Then she moved gradually down my back, to my butt and carefully soaped and washed my asshole, and then, again, put her fingers inside my pussy. It was a long shower. Finally, she turned off the water, and we toweled off and put on our robes. She took me by the hand and led me to Artie's room. Artie wasn't there. Neither one of us said much. We took off our robes and she laid me down on the bed. She pulled a stack of silky scarves out from under the bed and tied one around each wrist. Then she kissed each finger individually, and tied the scarves to the bed. She repeated the process on my feet, kissing each toe and tying each foot to the bed. Then she went back to all four scarves and tightened then, and I was completely immobile. This was getting good. Then she began to touch me and kiss me. She started with my ears, my nose, and my lips, running her fingers gently over my lips. She moved down to my neck and my chest and lingered for a long time, without touching my tits. Finally she took a single finger and ran it over my nipple. She wetted her finger in her mouth and returned to the nipple, stoking it until it was as hard as it could be. Then she did the same thing on the other nipple until it was hard too. Finally she put her mouth to my tit, but instead of sucking, she gently licked, moving her tongue back and forth over the tip of each nipple. At long last, she began to suck them, lightly at first, then pulling hard on each nipple with her lips. She resumed her journey down my body with her kisses, pausing at my hands and fingers, then my belly button, and my pubic hair and my thighs. Then she stopped, got up and removed the scarves that tied my feet. I was still held tight at my wrists, but now I could open my legs and pull up my knees, and she went between my legs. Then she got busy. I'd been eaten before of course, and I'd fooled around with other girls and had threesomes with a guy and another girl, but this was my first experience with an authentic full-time lesbian. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. That girl knew what she was doing. She didn't come up for air for nearly half an hour. She ran her tongue along the inside pussy lips without touching the clit, and put her tongue inside my vagina and massaged me there, firmly with a muscular tongue. After a long time, she moved down and licked my asshole, even putting her tongue a little inside. Nobody had ever done that to me before, and the sensation was electrifying. Finally she came back up and went to the clit, gently at first, then firmly and rhythmically, moving her tongue up and down. I was gasping for breath, moaning hard and pulling tightly at the scarves that held my hands. Then her wet finger went inside my asshole. The finger inside my asshole threw my over the edge, and I came like I'd never cum before, with a screaming orgasm that went on and on till I thought it would never end. My butt bucked up and down on the bed, and my arms yanked against the scarves. I screamed, whimpered, and panted, but she held on tight, moving her tongue against my clit until the orgasm peaked and peaked and peaked again, then was finally over. She let me rest for a little, and then licked me a little more, cleaning up my pussy juices. I closed my eyes and rested while she gently kissed my thighs, my stomach, my chest, and finally my neck and face. Then she rearranged herself, untied my wrists, and lay down next to me, and we kissed. The taste of pussy juice was strong on her lips. My breathing slowly returned to normal. When I calmed down, I though I should offer to reciprocate, but she told me that wasn't necessary. Just as well. I'm not very good at muff diving and I imagine she knew that since I'm not a lesbian. We cuddled for a bit. Then she gave me a little kiss, wished me Happy Birthday, and left, taking her scarves with her. I took me a while to recover my senses. For the longest time, I could barely move and I was suddenly exhausted. But eventually I got out of bed, put on my panties and nightgown and opened the door, looking for Artie. Artie had a big smile and wanted to know if I'd enjoyed my surprise. I'm sure he was kidding, because nobody could have looked at me and doubted that I had enjoyed it. I'm sure everybody on the hallway had heard the screams. I gave him a big hug and thanked him, and told him I'd give him the details in the morning. It was late and we were tired, so we curled up in the twin bed together and kissed, and I wondered if Artie could taste the pussy juice on my lips. As I was drifting off to sleep, I asked him one last question, "Did you every stick your tongue up a girl's ass?" Artie laughed and told me to go to sleep, which I quickly did. This weekend was off to a great start! ---------------- It's getting late and I still have homework to do, so I'm going to have to stop writing. Come back in 3 or 4 days and I'll have had time to write down the rest of what happened. It's a helluva story. BTW: I want to thank an editor who calls himself "sexforgirls" for giving me ideas on how to write this down. That's a great name, don't you think? Maybe I should change my name to "sexforboys" if that's not already taken. Weekend of Sexual Surprises Ch. 02 April 3 For those of you didn't read the first part of my journal: My brother Artie invited me to visit him at college to celebrate my 18th birthday. He told me it would be a Weekend of Sexual Surprises, but I had no idea what that meant until I got there. Friday evening after dinner, I got my first surprise when a cute Chinese lesbian joined me in the shower, then tied me to the bed and gave me a tongue-lashing I'll never forget. Now I'll tell you what happened next. After the Chinese Lesbian left the dorm room and I'd put on my nightgown, I was exhausted and could barely move or talk. That's what a three-minute-long-orgasm will do to you. So Artie and I kissed, curled up in bed together, and went to sleep. I love to share a bed with Artie. When I was a very little girl, I always wanted to sleep in Artie's bed, even though I had a perfectly good bed of my own. Mom and Dad would put me to bed and as soon as they left the room, I'd get up and move to Artie's bed. We weren't doing anything naughty, of course, just being close to each other and feeling each other's warmth and sometimes hugging. Always, just before we went to sleep, we'd kiss, just like we did that Friday night in the dorm. Even when I was four or five years old. That Friday night, we'd been sleeping for a long while when I felt Artie get up, probably to go to the bathroom. I dozed back off, and he came back to bed. But soon after he got back in bed, it seemed something was strange. There was a hand going up my leg, and he was naked and had a hairy chest, which Artie doesn't. Even in my sleepiness, it didn't take me long to realize that the guy in my bed wasn't Artie. A quick touch told me that his cock was hard and already had a condom on. This definitely wasn't my brother. So this was my second Surprise. I was going to get fucked by a complete stranger, in the dark so I couldn't see who it was. And he had a thick meaty dick, just like I like it. I tried to talk to him, to ask him who he was, but he wouldn't speak, and he put his fingers on my lips to tell me not to speak either. The Stranger put my hand on his cock, motioning for me to rub it. He kissed me, gently at first and then more intensely and his tongue entered my mouth. He lifted my nightgown to my neck and massaged my boobs while we kissed. Then he broke the kiss from my lips and started kissing, licking, and eventually sucking my nipples. Each suck made my clit quiver. I lifted my butt and he took my panties off and I spread my legs so he could put his fingers inside me and work directly on my clit. The Stranger moved his head back to my mouth and we kissed some more while his fingers brought wetness from inside my pussy up to my clit. My clit grew harder and harder and my breathing grew heavier. Then the Stranger rolled me over onto my stomach and I put my butt into the air, waiting for him to enter me doggy style. But instead, he used his cock to massage my pussy and my clit. The shaft of his cock rubbed my clit and inside of my pussy lips, but for the longest time, he wouldn't entered me. His hands massaged my butt cheeks. Eventually he relented and entered me, very slowly, and, when he was inside, began pumping. He put his hands around my body and massaged my nipples while he went at it. The pumping got fast and furious and I was panting and moaning. It was hard to keep quiet, but it was the middle of the night and I didn't want to be screaming. After a long time, I rolled the Stranger over and got on top. He caressed my boobs and massaged my nipples with my thumbs while I rode him. Hopping up and down, panting and sweating like a pig, I put my fingers on my clit while I was still riding him. I came, my second time that night, covering my mouth with my other hand to keep from screaming. When I finished cumming, I collapsed onto his hairy chest. After a brief rest, I dismounted, took off the condom and jerked him off. It didn't take more than a few strokes until he came, getting the cum all over my hands and his stomach. I whispered "thank you" to him, but again, he put his fingers to my lips, and I was quiet. The Stranger kissed me, got out of bed, put on some clothes that were on the floor, and left, and Surprise #2 was over. Out the window, I could see that it was nearly starting to get light. My breathing calmed. I rearranged my nightgown but I couldn't find my panties. I threw the dirty condom out of the bed and used my nightgown to wipe the wetness from between my legs. Artie came back into the room and climbed into bed with me. As he gathered me up in his arms, I asked him who the guy was. Artie gave me a quiet "sshhhh", and told me to go to sleep. My hand was all wet and sticky, so Artie wiped it off on the sheets and gave me a sweet brotherly kiss on the forehead. I wrapped myself around him and we went back to sleep as Artie stroked my hair. In the morning, I woke up before Artie, so I stayed cuddled in his arms for a while, hoping to let him sleep. But I really needed to pee, so I got up, put on my robe and went to the girl's bathroom. I peed, brushed my teeth, and got in the shower. This time, no cute lesbian joined me and it was just a normal shower. Too bad. When I came back to the room, Artie was up. I tried to pump him for details on the Stranger. Who was he? Was he somebody we'd had dinner with? But Artie laughed and wouldn't tell me anything, other than that he hoped I enjoyed it. He wouldn't give me even the smallest hint. He told me about a "zip-less fuck" which is an idea that comes from some book in which the heroine fantasizes about being fucked on a dark train in a tunnel by a complete stranger that she never sees. I didn't know that my brother was literary, but I guess there's always time for porn. Artie and I changed the sheets on the bed. They were a mess. We took the dirty sheets downstairs to the laundry and went outdoors to lunch, headed toward Artie's favorite sandwich shop downtown. Every time we walked past a guy on the street, I wondered if he was the Stranger. I looked for hairy chests. At lunch, I gave my brother the complete story of the Lesbian and the Stranger, enjoying reliving and telling every detail. I tried to describe what the Lesbian had done to my pussy and how it felt, how she had kissed my fingers and toes and tied me up, and how she had teased me until she finally went to work on my pussy. We talked a lot about what she'd done to my asshole and how it had turned me on, and how it had shocked me into orgasm when her finger went up my ass. This time Artie answered my question from last night – he had never put his tongue up a girl's asshole and wasn't sure he wanted to. I was disappointed. I told how I had discovered that the Stranger wasn't Artie, that he had a hairy chest, and how he rubbed his dick against my pussy before he fucked me from behind, and how I had ridden him to orgasm. I tried again to get some info about the Stranger, but Artie just smiled at me and wouldn't tell me a thing. Walking back from lunch, Artie teased me, pointing out strange-looking guys and asking if I thought they were the Stranger. One guy was about 5 feet tall and skinny, another had a big beard and potbelly and looked like Santa Claus, and another was flamingly gay. There was an old man, about 80 years old, walking with a cane. Each time Artie pointed out a ridiculous possibility, I punched him in the shoulder and he laughed. I kept bugging him, so eventually Artie agreed he'd tell me about the Stranger. We sat on a park bench. He leaned forward, like he was going to tell me a secret in great confidence, then he pointed out somebody across the way. "That's him," Artie said, very seriously. "Do you want me to take you over and introduce you?" I looked closely and it was a very butch lesbian wearing farmer overalls and work boots. I punched Artie twice that time, and he laughed extra-hard. I never succeeded in getting Artie to give me any details about the Stranger. So I didn't bother to ask what the next surprise was because I figured he wouldn't tell me. I was surprised when he brought the topic up and started to tell me what would happen next. Artie told me that he had a friend who was a very nice guy, good looking, clever and friendly, not gay, but very shy around girls. He was a virgin and had probably never even really kissed a girl. I was going to spend the afternoon teaching him about sex and removing his virginity. What fun! I asked Artie how this had been arranged. Did he just say "My sister is coming up to visit this weekend. Would you like to fuck her?" Artie laughed and said that, yes, it had been pretty close to that. The Virgin, he said, couldn't wait to meet me. He'd been jacking off all week in anticipation (I shouldn't tell the Virgin that I knew that), but Artie had warned him to give it a 24-hour rest so that he'd been ready for me. We went for a short walk around campus to get some air and enjoy the spring weather. Artie showed me where he had classes, where the labs were, and where he gets good pizza. Then we went back to Artie's room and Artie gave me a handful of condoms. I asked him what I should wear and we decided that regular clothes would be less intimidating than the sexy underwear I had brought, so I didn't change. Artie left and came back and introduced the Virgin. We shook hands (How strange was that? Have you ever shaken hands with somebody you were going to fuck?) and my brother left. The Virgin was, indeed, reasonably good looking and very, very shy. He was a little tall and a little thin. I broke the ice by giving him a nice long sexy kiss, without tongue, and telling him that this time together was just for him. There was nothing he was supposed to do for my benefit, and that all he needed to do was relax and let his body do what it knew how to do. I figured it would relax him to talk a bit. He told me that his name was Howard. I wondered if this explained why he was a virgin, but I figured it wouldn't enhance the mood to say that, so I held my tongue. He said he was a freshman and majoring in electrical engineering. I held my tongue a second time. I asked him where he'd gone to high school, and he said he was home-schooled. For the third time, I held my tongue. Poor guy – three strikes against him. It turned out that he really was a pretty decent guy once you got him talking. He had a nice smile and a bit of a sense of humor, making jokes about his lack of experience with girls. Howard wasn't any kind of a reject and there was no reason for him to be without a girl. I don't mean that I would have dated him myself, of course, but I'm sure there were plenty of girls who would appreciate a home-schooled freshman electrical engineer named Howard. Then it was time to get to business. I lifted his shirt over his head and ran my hands over his chest and kissed him some more. He didn't really know how to kiss, so I didn't press the issue, and I guided him to the bed and took off his shoes. I figured that he was probably going to cum quickly the first time and he was probably worried about it, so I'd let him cum now and then get him hard again for the actual fucking. I massaged his crotch outside his pants and could feel that he was hard, so I started to open his belt and told him I wanted to see his hard cock and rub it and make it cum. He volunteered that no girl had ever done that for him before, and he had often thought about how nice it would be. I pulled off his pants, laid him down on his back, touched his cock gently and started rubbing. Howard told me I should slow down because it would be over soon if I didn't, so I slowed down and let him enjoy the sensations. It was a pretty nice dick, average length and thickness, circumcised, and pointing up at a sharp angle. When I thought he was ready, I speeded up and I pumped him dry and the cum landed on his stomach in big squirts. Howard thanked me profusely as I wiped him dry with his shirt. I licked his cock to clean it and I could feel him tense up with surprise. Howard had a big smile on his face. I complimented him on how good his hard dick had looked, kissed him on the cheek, and asked if he'd take off my clothes for me. He was shy at first and seemed reluctant to touch me, so I assured him that I wanted him to take off all my clothes so that I'd be completely naked, and I wanted him to look at and touch everything, especially my boobs and pussy. He lifted my shirt off and I turned around so that he could unhook my bra. Then I faced him and took his hands and put them onto my boobs and showed him how to pinch and massage the nipples. I stood up and asked him to take my jeans off. He unzipped them and took them down and I stepped out of them, took off my socks and dropped the panties myself. We were both buck naked now, and I gently held and stroked his cock. It was still wet but it was getting hard already. I laid down on the bed and opened my legs and told him I wanted him to look at my pussy. I opened the lips and showed him the clit and showed him how I like it touched, and he touched it. After asking if it was ok, he put his finger inside me. "You don't have to ask," I said encouragingly. "I want you to touch me everywhere." He was less shy now. I didn't have to tell him to suck on my nipples-- I guess that's instinctive. I gave him a little fine tuning on how not to suck too hard, and how to kiss and massage the boobs the best way. Howard was a fast learner and was soon working my nipples like a pro. Howard the Virgin was fully hard now, and I could see he was ready to fuck. So I took out a condom and put it on and invited him to climb on top. I guided his cock into me and he started pumping. I moved my hips in rhythm with him, and I had to admit it felt good, in a relaxing sort of way. I massaged his back a little, and when I dug my nails in, he started pumping harder and faster, then came with a shudder and collapsed against my chest. I kissed him on the top of his head, thanked him, and reminded him to hold onto the condom as he pulled out. I cuddled in his arms and congratulated Howard on being a virgin no longer. We rested a while, and I figured this was a good time to teach him how to kiss. So I brought his lips to mine and showed him what to do. My tongue entered his mouth and he learned to let our tongues play together. Pretty soon, we were doing some reasonable making out, and we both enjoyed it. I put his fingers between my legs and my fingers around his wet still-soft cock and we both gently massaged each other while we kissed. Pretty soon, I could feel him getting hard again so I got more serious about the cock-rubbing. When he was fully hard, I put another condom on him and climbed on top. I put his hands on my boobs and rode him for a while. I showed him how to hold my boobs and how to use his thumbs to massage the nipples. Then I flipped him over and he got on top and pumped. He wasn't the most experienced or confident sex partner I've ever had, but the screwing was pleasant and after he came, he remembered to hold onto the condom. I congratulated Howard the Ex-Virgin and told him he'd done a good job, and we laid together for a long while with his fingers on my pussy. I took it as an accomplishment that he would put his fingers on my pussy without me telling him to do it. Finally, we got up, got dressed and said goodbye. This time he gave me a kiss instead of a handshake. As he got ready to leave, I gave him a final piece of advice, "Just remember, Howard, girls want sex as much as guys do." Howard laughed, and had the biggest smile I'd ever seen. He thanked me and left. In a minute or two, Artie came back in and we went out for ice cream. As we walked, I told him the whole story, and how successful I'd been in bringing Howard the Virgin out of his shyness, how he'd cum three times, fucked me twice, and gotten pretty good at boob technique. Maybe I'd found my calling in life – I should be a prostitute specializing in rescuing shy guys from virginity. It's not exactly Mother Theresa, but in a small way, it would be helping mankind. LOL You know, it made me think. It had been a long time since I'd had sex with a virgin. Maybe two years. I always pick partners who are experienced and (hopefully) talented in bed. But I really enjoyed the experience with Howard. Watching his face and seeing his excitement at the new sensations was something very different than a normal fuck, and I really liked it. I told Artie that, when I got home, I'd find a virgin every now and then and make his day. Maybe I'll gang-bang the high school chess team! My brother and I ate our ice cream. We shared a large hot fudge sundae on rocky road ice cream, and argued about who'd get the cherry. We decided to split it. After we got back to the dorm, Artie brought out his computer and told me I needed to get myself prepared for the fourth and final Surprise. He went to Google and looked up "bukkake". I thought I'd heard of every possible perverted thing to do (most of which I'd actually done), but I had never heard of a bukkake. For those of you who don't know, it's a Japanese thing where a naked girl is surround by a bunch of guys and they cum all over her. They can jack themselves off or she can do it for them. The goal is to get as much cum as possible all over the girl. Artie told me that this was to be the highlight of my Sexual Surprise weekend. I was going to be "the center of attention" at a bukkake. I was stunned. Who knew that my quiet innocent brother knew about this stuff? It's amazing what you can learn in college. The more I learned about a bukkake, the more it sounded like a lot of fun, and I was getting pretty excited. My pussy was still a little damp from the afternoon's adventures, and now it was getting wetter yet. ------------ It's getting late and I've been writing a long time and I'm tired. It takes a lot longer to write this stuff down than I thought it would. Come back in a few days and you can read the rest of it-- you don't want to miss hearing about the bukkake. Now, I'm going to bed as soon as I find a new battery for my vibrator. Maybe Dad has one. Weekend of Sexual Surprises Ch. 03 April 6 Recap for people just joining my journal: My brother Artie invited me to visit him at college to celebrate my 18th birthday. He told me that my birthday gift would be a Weekend of Sexual Surprises-- the perfect gift for somebody as over-sexed as I am. I didn't know what to expect, but it turned out to be the best weekend of my young life. My brother knows how to make a girl happy. The first surprise, Friday evening, was a full-fledged lesbian clit-licking that left me gasping for breath. Surprise #2 was a zip-less fuck in the dark, in the middle of the night, administered by a well-hung anonymous stranger with a hairy chest. After that, I needed some sleep. On Saturday, Surprise #3 was an afternoon tryst with a virgin freshman electrical engineer named Howard. He's no longer a virgin, and is now a much happier person. Now I'll tell you what happened next. Surprise #4 was the best of all: Artie had arranged for me to be "the center of attention" at a bukkake Saturday evening. A bukkake! What a perverted thing to do! This was going to be great. Artie told me that a bukkake hadn't been easy to arrange. At an engineering school, where there are so few women, the prospect of an encounter with a naked girl is something that attracts a lot of attention from the guys in the dorm. But when they find out that they're going to have to get naked and hard and jack off onto the girl while all the other guys are watching, not so many are willing. But Artie had found a half-dozen (all freshmen, of course) who were enthused, and six cocks would be a plenty big crowd. All of them had promised to go three full days without jerking off so that they'd have a big load to decorate me with. Some of them might actually have done it. As Artie was telling me this, I was getting hornier and hornier. Actually, the afternoon encounter with Howard the ex-virgin had gotten me pretty juiced up, and it had been hours since my last orgasm, so it didn't take much to get me horny. There were going to be six naked cocks for me to play with and suck on! Google had links to bukkake porno sites so we looked at those. They were filled with photos of naked 40-year-old prostitutes getting cum on their faces and pretending that it turned them on. Disgusting. No, no, no, that was all wrong. I didn't want that, I wanted something much sexier. So Artie and I thought about it. Somehow it didn't seem right to just get naked, lie down on the floor, and have six guys walk in, take off their clothes, and start jacking off. I needed to do something to get everybody in the mood (and hard). We decided that the solution was sexy lingerie and a little bit of a show to get things started. I hadn't known what to expect for the weekend, so I had brought a large supply of different kinds of fuck-me clothes. I decided to try on a "natural nipples" bra under a see-through gauze shirt. Have you ever seen a "natural nipples" bra? It's a lacy frilly bra, except that each cup has an opening at the front so the nipple is uncovered. Very useful when you want your nipples to stick out through your shirt, and very sexy under a see-through blouse. I modeled this for my brother to see what he thought. He liked it very much, of course. He's easy to please. We decided that the thong bottom was better than the crotch-less panties, and added on a skimpy pair of sheer boy-shorts over it, to give me one more thing to take off. We considered a pair of sexy sandals that I had brought, but decided that bare feet would be better. I didn't want to get the sandals messy. I had also brought a little battery-operated vibrator. It's quiet enough that I can use it at home, but it really turns me on. I thought the six boys would enjoy watching me use it. Artie gave me a heads-up that one of the guys coming to the bukkake was somebody named Davey, who was the self-appointed president of the dorm's Virgin Club. This was a group of guys who would hang around in somebody's room late at night, complaining about their virginity and moaning that they were never going to get laid. Artie pointed out that they wouldn't actually do anything about the problem -- like call up a girl on a telephone or talk to one in class. They just liked to complain. I asked Artie if all the virgins in the dorm were members of the Virgin Club. Artie laughed and said that would be impossible. That many guys wouldn't fit in a dorm room. They'd have to rent a convention center or something like that for a meeting of that many people. Answering my un-asked question, Artie said that Howard the Ex-Virgin had not been a member of the club. Howard was too polite to spend time discussing his sex life. Artie had invited all the members of the Virgin Club to my bukkake, but only Davey was willing to come. Davey was famous around the dorm for his continual pissing and moaning about never having seen a girl naked, so Artie thought I should give him a really good show. The Event was scheduled for this evening, so we had time for dinner, and I could get cleaned up and ready. We moved the bed to the center of the room so the guys could stand around it and we put towels on the bed to protect the sheets. I fingered myself to get some of the tension off, put on my lingerie outfit and a robe, and prepared for my big show. Then the boys came in. There were only five, because one of the six had chickened out. Two were friendly Indian guys, a little short and a little shy, named Rohit and Srinivas. I guess there are a lot of engineering students from India. There was one Chinese guy who went by the Americanized name of Bobby, a tall American guy who was slightly stoned, and, of course, Davey, who turned out to be an unkempt guy who needed a haircut and a shave. Nobody shook my hand, thank God. Artie left us alone. I gave everybody a big smile and asked if they were ready. Then I dropped my robe, and their jaws dropped with it. I guess the lingerie had been a good idea. I seductively ran my hands over my breasts and asked if they liked my outfit. They did. I asked one to help me take off my shirt, then modeled the bra and my nipples for a bit, and asked another to take off the boy-shorts for me. I told them that if I was undressing, they should too, and there was no hesitation. It wasn't long till a naked guy with a hard-on was taking off my bra, and another was taking off the thong and sniffing my snatch. Then I lay down on the bed and brought out the vibrator, and started working my clit. I invited Davey over to take a good look. I opened my legs as wide as I could and used my fingers to spread the pussy lips so that he could get the best possible view. His head was right be between my legs, so I grabbed it and pushed it into my pussy and told him to take a lick. Then I moved him back away so that other guys could get the view too. I don't think I've ever seen as cock as purple and hard as Davey's was then. I thought he was going to cum right then, but somehow he held it back. Now that I was diddling with my vibrator, the guys took the hint and started stroking their cocks, standing around the bed, aiming right at me. One of the Indian guys—I don't remember whether it was Rohit or Srinivas, had the cutest little cock, and I couldn't resist the desire to rub it and kiss it and suck on it, taking nearly the whole think into my mouth. I'm a sucker for a uncut cock (no pun intended). I guess the other Indian guy was getting a little jealous because he brought his cock over for me to suck, so I alternated between the two. I took the opportunity to help all the guys out, pumping them and sucking them. The tall guy, appropriately named Willy, had some trouble getting hard and seemed nervous and embarrassed, looking around at the other guys and reluctant to touch himself. He might have been thinking of leaving, so I gave him special attention with some full-fledged cock-sucking. It was worth the trouble, because, once it was hard, his cock was beautiful. Nice and big, pointing up, with a sexy little bit of a curve to the right. It had a really big head and the balls were hanging low and bobbing around. As I sucked him and played with his balls, Willy lost his embarrassment and closed his eyes, concentrating on my sucking. I kept sucking and sucking while Willy rubbed my nipples and Davey fingered my wide-open pussy. Willy was the first to cum, and I had to remember to pull my mouth away at the last minute -- the goal was to get covered with cum, not to swallow. I steered the load away from my face and it landed on my neck. I looked up at Willy and our eyes met and we smiled at each other. Willy touched the cum on my neck and rubbed it into my skin and smiled some more. Then I started paying attention to myself. While Rohit, Srinivas, Bobby, and Davey jerked themselves, I used my vibrator on my clit. I put Rohit and Bobby on my boobs, one on each boob, and had the other two guys work on my thighs. Willy stroked my hair. It was very intense, and I closed my eyes and, in just a few moments, had a good long cum. While I was cumming, I felt a hot load of jism land on my boobs. When I opened my eyes, I saw that it had been Bobby, who was gasping and still pumping a now-softening cock. Soon after, Srinivas and Davey came, one on my thigh and one on my stomach, and Rohit was obviously trying as hard as he could to hold back, ready to burst any moment. I was thinking that the party might be ending too soon, but the door opened and another guy came in, stripped, and joined the party. Others followed, one by one, so as each guy came, there was a replacement to take his place. It turned out that Artie was out in the hallway recruiting new volunteers (and confiscating cell phone cameras). What a wonderful brother! I had hands all over me-- on my boobs, rubbing my thighs, between my legs. One guy was even massaging my toes. I had a cock in each hand. If I hadn't been so horny, all those hands on me would have been annoying, but the chaos was turning me on more and more. Each load of cum was warm as it landed on me and I was getting covered, literally from head to toe. I tried not to get it in my hair but didn't succeed. It all went by really fast, but Artie later told me that it had been well over an hour. When the last guy had shot the last load and had gone away to text his buddies, Artie came in, carrying a towel and a camera. I smiled, exhausted, horny, and covered with goo. Artie took pictures to document the big event, then we started cleaning me up with the towel. We tried to count the loads of cum, but it was hard to tell where one load ended and the other started. Artie wasn't sure how many guys had been in, and we finally decided that I had been targeted with eleven loads. Artie jokingly asked me if he should give me another load to make it an even dozen. But I told him I'd had enough. We kissed, an affectionate brother-sister kiss. The towel didn't work very well and I was still sticky and desperately in need of a shower. I didn't want to put clothes on when I was so dirty, so, figuring "What the hell," I went to the bathroom walking naked down the hall, dripping cum onto the floor. I got a couple of double-takes from the girls and some smiles from the guys, but nobody complained, and fortunately no parents were around. We went to the boys bathroom this time. There was another guy in there, but he didn't seem to mind a naked cum-covered girl in his bathroom. Artie and I got in the shower together and he washed me gently, letting the warm water cover me for the longest time. It took a while to get the cum out of my hair. In the shower, Artie told me that the bukkake had been the last of the surprises, and I told him what a great time I'd had and how much I loved him. We kissed. When I was clean, we put on towels and went back to Artie's room. When the door was closed, I dropped my towel. I hugged my brother and asked him if he'd do one more thing for me. I wanted him to make love to me. Making love is a lot different than fucking. Fucking is sweaty and horny. Normally I like to be fucked hard and fast. My favorite fucking position is doggy style, but lots of time I get on top so the guy can rub my boobs while I ride him and finger myself. But with my brother, hard and fast isn't always the goal. Usually, I want something different-- I want to make love. Making love is slow and loving and romantic and much more thoughtful. I fuck lots of boys, but my brother is the only one I make love to. When Artie lived at home and we had lots of time together, we'd sometimes fuck and sometimes make love, but since he went away to school, we don't have much opportunity together, so when we have a chance, we make love. When Artie lived at home, sometimes we would go to a party together. I loved to watch him fuck other girls. Watching the intense expression on his face as he climaxed was almost as deep a pleasure as having an orgasm myself. We hardly ever had sex with each other at a party, but when we got home, we'd talk about what had happened and then make love before we went to sleep, wrapped around each other. Artie and I have a special way of making love. We lie side by side, facing each other, and I wrap my legs around his thighs. We hold each other very close and take slow deep thrusts together. The advantage of a slow screw is that I can feel everything his cock is doing. I can feel how every thrust rubs my clit and the inside of my vagina. We make it last a long time. When he's ready to cum, I can feel his cock get extra hard and stiff, and when he squirts his load, I can feel his cock quivering. I never let Artie wear a condom, because I want to know that his cum is inside me and I want to feel his wetness after we're done. I always use a condom with other boys, and Artie always uses one with other girls, but we never use one together. It wouldn't be the same. After my brother cums, we stay together, talking and kissing, until his cock gets completely soft and falls out of me. Then we shift positions and start really making out. No brother-sister stuff this time. This is deep sexual kissing. Artie kneads my nipples and fingers my pussy, or sometimes I finger my pussy myself, and together we frig me to orgasm. This is the way we've always done it, ever since we lost our virginities together when we were very young. We did it that way even before then, before we understood that the cock was supposed to go inside the pussy, not just rub against it. We didn't know about orgasms then, but we knew what felt good together. This is the way we feel closest together, loving each other like we have our whole lives, lying on our sides facing each other with my legs wrapped around my brother's thighs. So that's what we did Saturday evening. First we kissed gently and I held my brother's cock in my hand while he lightly touched my nipples. Then we broke the kiss and he gently licked and sucked my nipples. He moved up, to kiss my ear lobes and my neck, which I love for him to do before we make love. His cock was fully hard and covered with pre-cum and I stroked it, just a little, not wanting to get him too horny too soon. Then I faced him and wrapped my legs around him and he entered me, very slowly, while we kept kissing. We wrapped our arms around each other and began to move together, slowly and quietly, and I paid careful attention to each thrust, feeling how his cock was massaging my insides. I moved my hips a little so that his cock would rub just the right spot inside my pussy. I heard Artie's breathing get hard and heavy, and after a little while, I was also making little grunting noises with each thrust. I had my arms around his back, at first massaging him gently, then eventually pressing harder and more urgently, digging my fingers into him. When my brother came inside me, I held him tight and caressed him and we both enjoyed each spasm of his cock. Then we held still, holding each other. When his breathing quieted and his cock fell out, I rolled over onto my back and we kissed some more. Then Artie sucked my nipple while I fingered myself, lubricated with the wetness of the cum. I took his hand and put it onto my clit, replacing my own, and my brother began to frig me in earnest, moving his fingers up and down in very small motions, just beneath the clit. He knew just how to do it, and after the events of the day, my orgasm was quick, loud, and hard. Very, very hard. It left me panting. We rested. I told Artie how much I loved him, and I thanked him for all the wonderful things he'd done for me this day. Then we kissed (brother-and-sister this time), held each other, and went to sleep. This time, we slept all through the night and no stranger came to fuck me in the dark. Sunday morning, we got up late, showered and got dressed, and went to the campus cafeteria. As we walked in, I could tell there was much buzz. Lots of surreptitious pointing, like "That's her!" Word gets around quick. I guess they were expecting me to be embarrassed, but I was happy and on a natural high and not the slightest bit embarrassed. Artie and I smiled and I even waved once or twice. Howard the ex-virgin was there, and I smiled at him across the room. I looked for a hairy-chested guy who might be the Stranger, but no luck. There were a couple guys I remembered from the bukkake eating together at a table with friends. I was impressed that I recognized them even when they had their clothes on, because I hadn't been paying much attention to faces at the time. They pretended like they didn't see me, but I went over to their table and smiled and said "Good morning." They looked down at their cereal bowls. Artie and I looked at each other mischievously, and sat down at their table to join them for breakfast. We acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. Artie and I laughed about it on our way back to the dorm. The guys' faces were priceless. One of the guys had his girlfriend at the table with him, but I didn't spill any secrets. The girlfriend gave me a dirty look anyway. When we got back to the dorm, I told Artie that I wanted to do one more thing before I had to go back home. He had done so many things for me this weekend, and I wanted to do something for him. He knew what I meant. We got to his room and closed the door. Immediately I wrapped my arms around him and we began deep kissing. Our clothes came off right away. My brother and I usually don't have much private time together since he went away to school. When we do have time, we usually spend it lovemaking, like we did Saturday night. But this time, I wanted to do something for him that I hadn't done for more than a year. Something special just for him. I hope you won't think it's bragging when I say I give a very good blowjob. The secret is in the hands. Most girls don't know how to use their hands when they give a blowjob. They just rub the shaft up and down, but that doesn't work. You have to include the head in the handwork. There's a talent in coordinating the lips and the hands to keep the head properly lubricated while the hand pumps. I'm very good at it. Another part of the talent is to keep the guy at the brink of orgasm as long as possible. I can tell when the cock is getting ready to squirt, and I can slow down or even squeeze the cock to take it back from the edge. I can keep a guy going up and down like this as long as I want. When I decide to let him cum, the orgasm is mind-blowing. The best way to give a blow job is for both people to be completely naked. I laid Artie down on the bed and positioned myself on top of him. My pussy was wide open in his face, where he could touch it, lick it, sniff it, or just look at it, as the mood struck him. Then I went to work. I started off with just gentle lickings and sucking until I was sure he was completely ready. Then I started working it harder, with my hands pumping up and down and my lips giving full tension against the head. Weekend of Sexual Surprises Ch. 03 My brother got very, very hard and soon he was panting and squirming and his toes were curling up. For a while, I felt his tongue in my pussy, but then he took it away. Twice, he told me he was ready to cum, but I ignored him and wouldn't let him cum so soon. I brought him to the brink and back down, over and over again, making it last a good long time, until he was begging me. Finally, I let him shoot his load into my mouth and his cock pulsed in my hand. I swallowed each squirt, one by one, and was very proud of my work, and I knew that Artie was fully satisfied. It had been a big, big load and a big, big cum. When I do a good job like I had this time, sometimes the guy can't walk for an hour afterward. I had his still-hard cock in my hand and was licking off the final bits of cum when the door opened and Artie's roommate Walden walked in. For the first moment, he didn't see us. When he did, he froze, his face in horror. I finally got to see what the "annoying tight-ass little prick" looked like. Seconds went by and he was motionless. I didn't know what to do, but Artie did. Peering around my thighs, still a little bit breathless from cumming, he asked, very politely, "Have you met my sister?" I took the cue. I gave a friendly smile with cum on my chin, and took my wet right hand off Artie's dick and held it in the air. "Nice to meet you," I said. "I'd shake your hand but I'm a little messy." The trance was broken, and Walden mumbled something and quickly left the room. The door closed. Artie and I dissolved into laughter and it took us many, many minutes to recover. It was the perfect end to a perfect weekend. I love my brother! May 14 After I got back from the weekend, I told Mom and Dad about Howard the Virgin, and about Walden the Roommate walking in while I had Artie's wet cock in my hand. I didn't tell them the rest. I think Dad was secretly amused. Mom just gave me her worried look. I've talked and e-mailed to Artie many times since then. He gave me the news update. The Chinese Lesbian is graduating this year. They just announced she'll be the valedictorian, and she's going to MIT for grad school. Good for her. The Stranger got caught cheating on an exam and will probably be expelled. At least he'll always have a big dick and be a good screw. I've changed Howard the Ex-Virgin's life. He started dating and now has a semi-steady girlfriend, so he's getting laid on a regular basis. I've don't a good deed. Davey was still the president of the Virgin Club, and still hadn't actually called a girl on the phone. But he no longer could say he'd never seen a girl naked. Walden the Roommate hasn't recovered from the sight of Artie with his naked sister's pussy in his face. Artie thinks he might be traumatized for life. And my bukkake is now the stuff of campus legend. People will still be talking about it 50 years from now. My name was on everybody's lips that first week after it happened. Only my first name though -- my last name is too difficult to pronounce and remember. Some of the guys who participated are campus heroes. Others got dumped by their girlfriends when they found out. And still others are keeping it quiet. I started a minor epidemic of bukkakes. A few other girls decided they wanted ones too, so they each arranged their own. Artie was invited to one, but he said it wasn't nearly as good as mine. She was pretty high. She skipped the sexy clothes and the strip show and just laid down on the floor naked and expected the guys to just whip it out and start squirting. It was completely un-sexy and most of the guys couldn't get hard. Artie didn't even try and just left without even unzipping his pants. Artie sent me a video that somebody had posted on the Internet. It was gross to watch. Speaking of photos, Artie emailed me the shots of my cum-covered post-bukkake body. He's deleted them from his camera, so I have the only copies now. Maybe I'll post them on the Internet someday. Or maybe not. Maybe I'll save them for my grandchildren. Artie is coming home for a week before he goes back to the campus for the summer and I can't wait. I met some girls at a party last week. They're sisters and they are very pretty with perfect petite bodies that my brother will love. I've arranged a surprise threesome for him with the two of them. It's the least I can do after all the nice things he's done for me. They've promised to fuck him senseless. After that, he's mine.