1 comments/ 24888 views/ 1 favorites Sunday Brunch By: mollynmona We invited Alice and Barb over for Sunday brunch. It has been the 4th of July weekend since we had seen Alice, and here it is the end of Summer. The idea was that we have brunch, lie around, use the hot tub, just hang with some friends. So I stayed at WileChile's Saturday night, as did Petra. Petra said she wanted to make crepes; I have a tasty recipe for scrambled eggs, peppers, and cheese. Sunday morning I wake first and lie tangled with them in the drowsy, half-awake state I love. Too soon, Petra sniffs, raises her head, and gives me a sleepy smile. We then turn on WileChile, since she is still asleep; we and attack her. A wrestling match follows and I get bounced out of bed 'cause I'm the smallest. After a shower with WC, I decide to wear a silk slip she got me and a three-quarter kimono robe over it. Petra wears yoga pants and a sheer tank top, and WC a long gown with a see-thru lace bodice. The last time I went to Lois to get waxed, I got a black chain that hangs between black nipple rings with a small enameled bell, in the shape of a heart, hanging from the chain. WC borrowed it and it's very striking against her pale skin. We did all the shopping Saturday, so the kitchen is well stocked with pastries, croissants, quiche, eggs, fruit, champagne, all the ingredients for a brunch. WC puts NPR on the stereo, I pour a mimosa, and we all get to work. Alice and Barb will be here in an hour or so, and we need to get everything started. "Do you like the eggs?" I ask, as I drop off more croissants. "If you would stop and try them you'd know they're killer" Alice teases. I've been so busy dealing with everything I've haven't even sat down yet, so I lean down, put my elbows on the table, and open up for a bite of eggs. As Alice is putting the eggs on the fork, WileChile puts a hand on the back on my knee and slips it slowly, casually up the back of my leg, under my slip, and two fingers slide into me. "Ohh!" I shiver while Alice is putting a forkful of eggs in my mouth. Another finger, or maybe her thumb, flicks my barbell and I jump! I turn to look over my shoulder at WC and she calmly takes a bite of pastry. Although Alice was present when I was pierced and she is a close friend, nothing was said about me wearing my collar, or being a sex toy. Barb looks at me strangely, and then looks to Alice. Like a flash of lightning, embarrassment heats my face to fluorescent orange, and I hear huge drums pounding in a blood rhythm. I drop my head and stare at the tile on the table top. WC begins to move her fingers into me in a slow, insistent rhythm and says, "Have another bite of eggs." If I open my mouth I will moan and beg for more, so I clench my teeth and squirm silently as WileChile pushes into me. I look at Alice, but with a stricken, guilty look. Like it is somehow my fault I am stretched across the table with someone's fingers in me. A corner of Alice's mouth moves up slightly in a grin and her eyebrows rise as if she is in on the joke. WileChile pushes deeper into me and my hips shiver in response. Barb looks at me, her eyes widen and she looks down into her lap. The drums get louder, my face goes nuclear, and I try to focus on the fork. WC says, "Don't worry, she likes it; in fact, stand up CJ." I'm still trying to parse all this when WC smacks me loudly on the ass and I jerk up. I straighten up and WC slips the robe off my shoulders. As I look at Barb, she is looking in her lap, and I am mute with embarrassment. My mind fractures into small pieces. One part marvels that I am not wearing my collar or chains, another part wonders what will happen next, another part wants someone to fill me up and make me scream. My nipples are so hard they hurt; the barbells feel pencil-thick, and I desperately want someone's cool fingers on them. WC sits down and says, "Have some crepes. Petra made blueberry crepes, your favorite." I look at WC; she has a bite of crepe on her fork, but I will have to put my elbows on the table again to reach it. It is inevitable I will bend over for WC; she will use me and handle me while Alice and Barb watch. I am their slave. Before I bend to the table again, I pull my slip off over my head. I put my elbows on the table and look at Alice; she puts a buttered croissant to my lips and I surrender to them. My face, my chest, my whole body seems aflame with embarrassment as Barb watches me eat from Alice's hand. I surrender, lower my head, and only look at the tiles on the tabletop. WileChile says, "Have some quiche." as she slips fingers into me again. My hips shudder and I take a long breath. So I let them feed me while WC fingers me and makes me jerk and moan. I've forgotten about Barb and what she thinks. I only know I want their hands on me. Alice comes around the table and begins to caress me. My face is flaming and I dare not look up as I say, "Slap my ass, please. Slap my ass." I feel cool hands running from my hips up to my shoulders while I push against the fingers at my clit. I try to push myself onto them, but they elude me and pull the bead in my hood. Ohhhh! I close my eyes to concentrate on the rhythm, to concentrate on feeling the hands on me, on my ass, moving inside me, plucking at my barbell. Shudders from deep inside me begin to work their way out though my hips. I am in a blind place where only the hands touching me and circling my barbell are real. Petra says, "She's always this way. We love her!" My hips are moving up and down following the fingers in me, and I groan in frustration because I can't get them deep enough inside me. Petra puts a hand on my shoulder to say, "Open your eyes, Barb is asking you something. Open your eyes." When I open my eyes I see only the tiles on the table top. I raise my head and Barb is looking at me expectantly. For a moment I am still far away, in that wordless place where there is no me, nothing to say, and no thought. Barb says something, but the words elude me. Her meaning though, is written large in the tension around her mouth, in the frown lines around her eyes, in the tone in her voice. Anxiety or fear screams from her like something wounded. "Are you alright?" she says again. This time I put words to her feelings and my face burns again. I look into her face, not two feet from mine, and see she is turning red too. "Yes; I'm OK. I like it." I mumble. Barb is looking in her lap again and her face is burning like mine. I shift to one elbow and reach for her hand. She looks up as I bring it to my lips. Looking in her eyes, I say, "Kiss me." and stretch towards her. Her lips are light and dry and only brush mine. I close my eyes and stretch towards her, searching blind for her lips again. Her lips meet my cheek first and my face turns toward her. "You know, you don't have to kiss across the table; you could use the sofa." WC says gently. Her fingers slip out of me and immediately I want more, but she slaps my ass and the crack seems to make Barb flinch. I stand up and move around the table to Barb. Petra and Alice come out of the hallway, heading for the hot tub. Alice has on a robe, but Petra is wearing nothing; with her head shaved, she looks very young and vulnerable. "Take good care of my girl." Alice grins and winks. I can still feel fear/anxiety/tension flowing off Barb, so I say, "Come sit on the sheepskin with me." WC says, "I'll leave you two alone." and goes out to the hot tub. I flip the switch to turn on the gas fireplace, and then sprawl on one side of the sofa. My mind is fractured into hundreds of pieces, I want to go back to the nameless place and only feel hands and mouths on me. I want to stop the painful waves pouring off Barb. I want to be the submissive slave and not think, just have someone tell me what to do. I want to undress Barb and show her how good skin feels on skin. I don't know what to do, so I just look up at Barb standing over me. "Did it hurt? I mean, did it hurt to have your nipples pierced like that." I pat the sheepskin/sofa and say, "Sit down; I'll tell you about it." She sits on the other side of the sofa, fully dressed, and waits nervously. "Petra did them and she's very good, so it didn't hurt anymore than a shot." I say gently. "It was over the 4th of July weekend; Alice was there. We took a trip to Hood Canal for the weekend and there was a small group around the camp fire." "You mean she did it in public?" she asked. "They are my friends." I reply. "I wanted to share it with them. I wanted to serve them, to give them pleasure. Would you touch them? It doesn't hurt; it feels good, really." Finally the fear seems to be going out of her face and she slides over to me and then very gently puts a finger on one barbell. "Doesn't hurt a bit. A little harder please; I like it!" I say as I look into her eyes and smile. She grasps the barbell with two fingers and pulls slightly. "Mmmm!" I sigh. I want her. I want her to take me to the blind place. I don't want her to scream anymore. "But don't Petra and WileChile get jealous of you with other women?" She asks with a look I can't describe. "They want me to be happy. They want me to be free. They don't want me to be afraid." I say simply. "Does Alice get jealous of you and other people?" I ask. "I don't know; I've only known her about a month or so." She says hesitantly. Alice is one of the "City girls"; I've never seen her jealous. It finally hits me! Barb is afraid of what might happen if she "loses control" That was me not long ago! I thought as long as I was with WileChile nothing could happen to me. I could be in control and watch people at the WetSpot, or at parties, and not have it touch me. A subtle shift occurs in my perception and I can see how her posture on the sofa, the layers of clothes she wears, the hesitant way she speaks, all show her as tied up, penned in, bound in invisible chains of propriety and convention. I place her hand on my breast. "I am their submissive; they take me and use me; I please them however they want. I want to please you." Embarrassment starts to up climb her cheeks and she ducks her head. I put a hand under her chin and raise her face to mine. I kiss her lips slowly, carefully, savoring them like a fine dessert. She puts a hand to my face, fingers rigid, and leans towards me. I hear the drums start their blood rhythm again and I pull her down to me. "Kiss me. Bite me gently, please." She moves down to my nipples and takes one in her mouth. "Ohhh!" Her tongue moves around my barbell and it sends lightning signals to my clit; I squirm against her. She leaves a line of kisses across my breasts to the other nipple. Her breathe is warm and close and I shiver against her. What do I do now? I want Petra to tell me what to do. I want to be the naked slave girl and not worry about what this girl wants or thinks. Why has everyone left; why am I alone here and she's completely dressed? My worrying is interrupted as she closes her teeth gently on my nipple, just below the barbell. A small moan slips past my lips and she jerks her head up, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to - " "No, no, I'm not hurt." I hurry to say. "Here, let me help you off with your sweater; I'll show you." We untangle and sit up, and I help her off with her cotton sweater. She pulls a cammy over her head, and I unhook her basic white bra. I see the fear begin to slip back into her face, so I wrap my arms around her and take tiny bites of her neck, and then slide my tongue into her ear. She laughs and shivers and the fear is broken. "Let me get the champagne; be right back." While I am getting the champagne, she stands up and slips out of her jeans. I hug her to me tightly; she is smooth and white and warm. "Could we go to the bedroom, this is so out in the open." she asks hesitantly. "Sure, the bed is always better, more comfy." I put a hand on her hip as we walk down the hall to the bedroom. Sunday Brunch I say goodbye to Diana as I climb out of the car. As I begin to walk, a bit unsteadily, towards the front door, I find myself reminiscing about the Sunday brunch we just had. It is always fun getting together with the girls to discuss family, life, and of course, sex! I can feel my nipples hardening against the satin top I have on, due in part I am sure to the amount of champagne I consumed, but also thinking back to the steamy conversation with the girls! As I walk through the door I find my husband and three of his buddies watching the football game. I can tell by the amount of empty beer bottles that they have been here for a while. Not only is it the number of empties, but also the comment Rick gives me about the "state of my nipples." I don't know if it's the champagne, or my mood, but I give them a playful shake in response. This draws a roar from the guys and more comments. Then Eric says, "come on Bonnie, give us a real shake!" I look at my husband, and he smiles and tells me, "you started this", clearly daring me to do something about it. I smile as I walk over to him and straddle his lap on my knees on the couch, which may not have been the best idea as it causes my skirt to ride up a little higher than I anticipated; giving everyone a glimpse of my ass and the white thong I am wearing. Now it is my turn to dare him, and I raise my arms above my head, and begin to seductively move my breasts in front of him. His mouth opens with astonishment, and I lean in and slide first one nipple, then the other, over his open mouth. The satin slides smoothly which only adds to my own arousal. Now Stefan chimes in and says, "go for it Bill!" With my eyebrows raised, I now give him the "I dare you" look. Whether it is the alcohol, or not wanting to back down in front of his friends, he takes my top and slides it over my head and arms, exposing my breasts. He pulls me in close and takes my left nipple into his mouth and begins to gently suck on it, while rolling my right nipple between his fingers. My astonishment quickly turns to pleasure as the sensations he is causing mixes with the champagne and I find myself becoming increasingly aroused. I know that I am not alone in this as I can feel his cock hardening against my leg. I begin to slide my leg over his cock applying more and more pressure. I can tell the effect this is having, as he is now furiously licking and sucking my nipples, causing me to become even more aroused and I can feel the moisture between my legs growing. I can tell his cock is extremely hard, and I slide my fingers under the waistband of his shorts and begin to tug. He backs away from my breasts and now gives me the "I dare you" look. Before either of us can change our minds, I grab his shirt and begin pulling it up. Instinctively, he raises his arms and I remove his shirt. I lean in and begin kissing my way down his chest. I move over and bite his nipple, maybe just a little harder than normal. Now my kisses are making their way down his stomach. I reach his shorts, and let my tongue trace along the waistline. I look over at the others as I unbutton his shorts and slide the zipper down. Their gazes are intently upon us, waiting for what is coming next. I turn back as I begin to slide Bill's shorts down, and I see out of the corner of my eye, Rick's hand slide down to his crotch and begin to rub his cock. Bill's cock springs forward, finally freed from the confines of his clothing. I slide his shorts all the way off, and he spreads his legs apart inviting me in. I slide my hands up his legs ending around his cock and balls. His cock twitches in reaction to my touch. I tilt my head down and begin sliding up to him, letting my hair graze upon his legs and up over his very hard member. His cock is now before me. The head, already swollen and red, glistens with pre cum. Touching him with just my tongue, I lean in and begin to lick the head of his cock. Again Bill's cock twitches at my touch. I take just his swollen head into my mouth and begin to suck and roll my tongue around and around. I suck gently at first, but increasingly harder. Just as Bill wraps his fingers in my hair, I take his cock deep into my mouth. I feel his hands tightening as faster and faster I take his cock into my mouth, letting my tongue slide over the length of his shaft up the underside of his head. I am lost in the moment of sucking Bill's cock that I am surprised when..... .....I feel my skirt being lifted and hands upon my ass. Now hands are upon my breasts and sliding up between my thighs as well. I can't tell whose hands are where, only that they are all over my body. Now both nipples are being tweaked, and a hand slides between my legs, and a finger begins to slide between my lips, while there is a hand caressing each ass cheek. I am so aroused that I hungrily attack Bill's cock. Taking my tongue and licking up and down the length of his shaft, before taking him deep into my mouth again. Faster and faster his cock, so slick with my saliva that it runs down his balls, fills my mouth. Now I feel my skirt being slid down my legs, followed by my panties. Fingers are quickly back between my legs sliding across my extremely wet pussy. The hands upon my nipples are now pinching and pulling them. The fingers now slide inside me, and begin to slide in and out faster and faster. Another set of fingers are now sliding around and around my swollen button. My God I'm going to cum!! My body shakes uncontrollably as my orgasm rockets through me. It is so intense! So intense that I don't realize how hard I'm sucking on Bill's cock and he has to grab me harder to stop me. I lay my head on Bill's leg, savoring the aftershocks of my orgasm as the hands leave my body. I finally compose myself and figure I should finish what I started. I go to take Bill's cock back into my mouth when he stops me saying, "oh no, no, no." He stands, and I finally look to face the others. They are all sitting where they were when all this began. I smile weakly at the huge grins upon their faces. I have no way of knowing whose hands were where. I look back up at Bill. His cock is as hard as I've ever seen it. Now I'm thinking he wants to me to finish where his friends can have a better view. I'm a little nervous about this, but, it is too late to turn back now. I reach up and grab the base of his shaft, but again he stops me. Now confused, I look up at him again. He only smiles before leaning down and kissing me hard on the mouth. Next comes the big surprise, as he guides me around and on my hands and knees. My mind is racing, "oh my God, he's going to fuck me in front of everyone!" My heart is pounding! Again I feel nervous, but in light of what just happened, I succumb to Bill's request. I part my legs as I feel him get on his knees behind me. I look down and back and I can see him sliding the head of his cock over my still very sensitive button. His cock slides smoothly as my pussy is drenched. I close my eyes and arch my head backwards as he slides his cock inside me. Long and slow are his strokes, and I can feel every inch of his cock inside me, his head almost out, then pushing its way back in again. I open my eyes in time to see..... .....Eric stepping out of his shorts, his hard, thick cock pointing skyward. I jerk a little, but Bill places his hand on the small of my back, guiding me into his cock, reassuring me. Eric walks over and places his hard member directly in front of me. I open my mouth and Eric guides his cock in. I eagerly begin to suck Eric's cock as Bill continues his long steady strokes. I can't believe I am doing this! I also know there is no way I am going to stop. As Eric grabs my head and begins to thrust his cock deeper and faster into my mouth, Bill's pace quickens. Eric's cock is so thick that my mouth is stretched to the limit. Bill is now pounding into me, slowly taking his cock almost out, then ramming it all the way in. Eric is taking his cock all the way out, the guiding it back into my open mouth for me to suck hard on it as he pulls it all the way out again. Out, in, suck, out, in, suck, all the while Bill is feverishly ramming his cock into me. With a final massive thrust, Bill buries his cock in my pussy, and I can feel the throbbing of his cock and the warmth of his cum. I think this must be the end when..... ......Eric takes me by the shoulders and helps me to my feet. He then backs me towards the couch. I lay down on the couch with my back resting against the arm. On his knees, Eric parts my legs, grabs my ass, lifts me, and pulls me into him, sliding his cock inside. He begins to slide his thick cock deep inside me at a rapid pace. My head is hanging over the arm of the couch, and now it is Rick's hard cock before me. Again I open my mouth, and now Rick slides his cock inside. Rick rapidly thrusts his cock into my mouth, as Eric continues to thrust his into my pussy. I now feel a tongue on my right nipple and fingers pinching my left. I reach back and grab Rick's ass, as his thrusts have become so deep as to almost gag me. Eric is now rubbing my very sensitive button with his thumb as he slams his cock deep inside me. Oh my God, I'm going to cum again! As the waves of my second orgasm rush over me, I feel Rick's body tense right before I feel his load hit the back of my throat. I continue sucking, as his cock continues to throb, filling my mouth with his cum. While this is happening, Eric removes his cock, and I can feel his cum spraying across my breasts and stomach. I lay there in ecstasy when..... ......I look up and see Stefan standing there, his body lean and hard, his cock even harder. He reaches his hand out to me. I take it and he helps me to my feet. He takes me around to the outside of the arm of the couch. He moves behind me and gently bends me over the arm, then grabs my legs at the knee, lifts me, and slides me forward leaving me with my lower belly resting on the arm of the couch. His hands move to my ankles, bending my legs. He spreads my legs wide as he moves in and slides his cock into me. His strokes are long, deep, and fast. I cannot believe how long he can continue this pace! Again and again and again, he rams his cock into me. Each time he rams in, his balls come up and slap against my button, which is so sensitive by now, that it sends sparks throughout my body each time they hit. I don't think my legs can be spread any further, but he does, causing his cock to go even deeper. I can't help myself and begin to moan, "oh....my....God....oh....my....God....oh....my....God!" The depth and pace of his thrusts combined with his balls slapping my button, is going to make me cum yet again! I can't help but scream out at the intensity of my orgasm! Somehow, Stefan goes even faster, which only prolongs my orgasm. Again I scream out! Just when I don't think I can take anymore, Stefan removes his cock. I first feel his cum hit the back of my neck, then again and again on my back, ending with it running down the crack of my ass. As I lay there, totally spent, my ass in the air, covered in cum, I can hear the boys getting dressed. Soon I hear the front door open and shut. Then Bill is there. He lifts and turns my head, kissing me warmly on the mouth, without ever saying a word. Sunday Brunch I'm an usher at my church. A task that I enjoy over all, getting to meet and greet people every Sunday and helping people find their way. An overall rewarding way to pass a Sunday morning. One of my jobs as an usher is to not only help people find seats once they auditorium beings to fill up, but to also help pass out the attendance books and collection baskets. This may be a little controversial, but to be honest, this job gives me a kick as well. As I am passing the attendance books and collection baskets, I get a wonderful view of the Sunday dresses (what they cover, and what they don't), and get my fair view of cleavage. I know I shouldn't be a perv at church, but that's the way I'm made I guess. Let me describe myself real quick. I'm 6'1", about 195. Muscled, but not ripped or cut. Dirty blond short cropped hair and blue eyes. All in all, a decent looking guy (at least I think). One Spring Sunday morning I was particularly enjoying helping to seat all the Spring dresses coming in the door. Long legs, short legs, tight calves, I was enjoying it all. I also always take a peek to see if any toes are showing (I've got a bit of a foot fetish). I had just finished seating the last of the late comers, and as I made my way back up the aisle, a woman gentle touch my arm and looked up at me. I could tell she needed something, but she was whispering something so lightly I couldn't make it out. "I'm sorry m'am, how can I help you?" See look a bit embarrassed and made a small motioning gesture towards her breasts. I glanced down. She was wearing a low cut summer dress, light fabric that barely showed her bra underneath. She probably had size c breasts I would guess. And then I noticed it. She had a tiny wet spot around her left nipple. Puzzled, I couldn't figure it out. Then I noticed her diaper bag on the floor underneath the pew in front. Then it hit me. She's a new mom, lactating, and she's producing milk right now. Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. She needed me to escort her to a place to pump. I gave her an understand nod and motioned for her to follow me. She leaned over, showing some beautiful cleavage, and grabbed her diaper bag with her breast pump. She then stood up and followed me out of the auditorium. Once in the lobby, I didn't know quite where to go. We didn't have a private room other than the offices, and the bathrooms are no place for a mom to pump. The only problem was that the offices were unlocked, and I had no key, so I couldn't guarantee her privacy. I turned to her and explained my issue. She suggested that we could use the office and I could stand guard. I jumped at the chance, hoping to catch a glimpse or two while providing and important service. A win win! We walked into the offices and she sat down on one of the leather couches. I told her I would step out and take watch by the door. She reached up and grabbed my hand. She asked if I could stay in the room with her. I couldn't make sense of that request, but conceded, as my other brain began to take over. She grabbed her pump out of the bag and plugged it in. She tried to turn it on, but nothing. She looked up almost panicky. I tried myself and couldn't get it going either. "I don't think we're going to get this thing to work," I said. "What do you want to do?" She looked up into my eyes and gave me a sneaky grin. As she did, she pushed her shoulder strap and bra straps down off her shoulders and down her arms. She pulled her arms out of the straps, leaned back, pushed her dress and bra down around her stomach, and motioned for me to come over. I about lost it then and there. I glanced at the door - service had just started so we should have uninterrupted time. I walked slowly over, and took one of her heavy breasts in my hand. I bent over and began to lick and suck on her right nipple. She moaned a bit, and I began to taste her milk. As I sucked on her nipples, she reached down with one hand, pulled up her skirt, pushed aside her panties, and began to finger herself. I took her cue and unzipped my pants and released my throbbing cock. I continue to massage and suck her breasts while I masturbated with my other hand. She rubbed quicker and quicker and my hand began to fly over my own cock. She put her other hand behind my head and pulled me up for a deep kiss. As she did, her other hand guided my cock into her wet pussy. Two pumps into her pussy I came. And came. She pulled me closer and I could feel her breasts leaking on my shirt. We stayed in the position for a minute two. Then I slowly got up, feeling my now flaccid cock slip out of her pussy. She looked up at me and said, "I think my husband and I are really going to enjoy this new church, he's the new pastor you know..."