19 comments/ 347514 views/ 89 favorites Tutor Tits By: Tutor Tits We have two mirrored walls in the bedroom that make nearly the whole room visible through the sunroom door so I proposed that she leave it cracked open on that morning and mimic some of her dressing room teasing while Brandon sat in his usual chair beside me that faced into that room. When he arrived predictably, I told him that Judy had overslept but that she would be out in a minute with donuts for us if he wanted to wait. He agreed and took a seat. As I surreptitiously watched from behind my newspaper, his eyes became fixed on the movement in the doorway of the master bath that I could also see as she pranced totally naked into the bedroom while drying her hair with a towel. The sunroom door was closed just far enough to give the appearance of carelessness and unawareness of what we could see and I continued to look past my paper at Brandon who made no attempt to look anywhere but at her toned naked body in the mirror. Less than 15' feet away, my wife's small tits wiggled playfully as she rubbed the towel into her hair while standing in partial profile to show off the perky nipples that Brandon had already seen in the shadows of her shirts over the last several weeks. That bare chest combined with the neatly trimmed pubic hair also now visible in contrast to the stark white tan-lined skin had him on the edge of his seat and was serving as a warm-up to the coming stripped-tease. I had once told her about the camel-toe phenomenon that guys enjoy, so when we had stopped pretending that her totally nude encounters with unsuspecting men were anything but a calculated tease, she agreed finally to shave her pussy to enhance the view and she never went back after finding that she was well-endowed after all. Whatever fatty tissue that her tiny breasts lack, the puffiness of her vulva more than makes up for as the deep creases formed by the fullness of her pussy became an attraction that she used masterfully when "getting caught" by a guy who would get a decent look at the silhouette of her meaty lips that show even more in their baldness. She has a slight frame anyway that lends itself to imagining her as a pubescent teen so she insisted on growing back a patch of pubic hair to save her embarrassing explanations that she was afraid she would have to make to her gynecologist or to friends in the locker room of the gym where she worked out. Neither she nor I wanted anybody to believe that I was interested in the look of underage sex that her firm little tits and totally bare pussy did suggest. As it grew back, she trimmed the resulting tuft of pubic hair that perched above the chubby furrow into the modified shape of a heart as a concession that she thought could be explained as catering to a husband who liked it that way. Now as she presented herself as a naked display to Brandon for the first time, she wasted no time in using this most intimate feature by spreading her feet about shoulder width apart to bare the cleft in her pussy that showed redness from what I would bet was her playing with it before leaving the bathroom. She was going way beyond what I had hoped for this morning with a torturous tease that left him leaning forward in his chair in an unapologetic gawking at her reflection through the six inch crack in the door. In my most optimistic wish for her exhibitionist courage, I would not have guessed that she would have done anything more than a quick pass by the door to get her clothes. I let him enjoy her for a minute but I could see that she was running out of hair to dry and I was wondering how long he would believe I hadn't noticed. When I finally broke the spell by calling into her that he had arrived, he nervously picked up a section of paper himself to make his staring less obvious to me -- or to her if she had chosen to look into the mirror where their eyes would have surely met. She replied with, "Oh, okay, I'll be right out," and lowered the towel where she held it between her breasts in a poor attempt to cover them or the camel-toe that lapped over itself as she walked toward the door and closed it a couple of inches as if my voice had made her just realize it was open at all. It was a foxy maneuver that only heightened the impression that Brandon was stealing her privacy as her little tits jiggled with each step that left her still hidden behind the door but her mirrored image plainly visible in the remaining crack. Returning to her spot in front of the dresser, she dropped the towel and tossed her hair from side to side a few times causing her tits to sway slightly when she did. Then, turning purposely toward the closest mirror, she bent at the waist to give us a great view of her ass and the shininess of her shaved pussy while she brushed through her long, blond hair that hung down in front of her. After a minute that both Brandon and I enjoyed without a word, she stood up and put on a knee-length, terrycloth robe while turning side-to-side in the reflection of the dresser's mirror, apparently ensuring her decency before joining us. Or so he thought. Appearing in the doorway to the sunroom, she greeted him with a quick, "Hi," and said she'd be right back with some donuts and juice. When she returned she leaned across the table to push it to our side leaving him a perfect view of her naked tits suspended in the opening of the robe that was only loosely tied at the waist. With his eyes fixed on her chest she asked him while winking at me, "Would you like one of these?" He mumbled a "thanks" without ever looking up at her face or at the donut tray as he felt for one. Apologizing for her appearance but never letting on that she was exposed, she asked if he minded if she wore the robe until her clothes were done in the dryer. I couldn't help smiling as both of her small tits remained hanging freely and he stuttered out his assent while trying to look her in the eyes when she finally stood back up. Assuring us that it would only be a few minutes she modestly closed up the opening in the top of the robe as she sat back in her chair on the other side of the table but failed to tighten the tie that would have prevented it from separating below. As she crossed her legs in a lady-like pose, the material fell off the top leg and her heart-shaped pubic hair once again was brought into view, this time through the glass top of the patio table that had nothing on it but a small plate of donuts. As she struck up a conversation that had something to do with whether Brandon had mustered the courage to call some girl on the phone, while continuing to hold the top of the robe together like ladies do, she asked him questions that allowed him to cast bashful glances at the floor and directly at the damp pubic hair that I could see she had taken the time to comb into a sharp point. When the buzzer for the dryer finally sounded, as she excused herself to get dressed, she spread her legs apart to push her chair back and posed there while cleverly offering him another donut. Giving him a reason to take a long look at the glistening, parted lips of her engorged pussy while he made his selection, he was close enough to have literally touched her if the glass tabletop hadn't been between them and she patiently let his eyes linger there as he fiddled with the only donut left on the tray. They were really a pretty good match. He was a product of his pornographic experience that made him believe that women became progressively more naked and lewd until they had excited a man enough to slide his cock into her. And, except for the invitation to let another guy's cock slide into her, Judy wasn't far from that model of seduction he thought he knew. As she stood to walk out of the room she turned and left the robe hiked up where the back of the chair had bunched it to reveal just the white bottoms of the cheeks of her ass and the memory of the inflamed lips of her pussy that was barely concealed. The robe worked its way back down as she wiggled her hips provocatively on her way out and he said his good-byes uncharacteristically early in what I think was probably a hasty retreat to jack off somewhere. As soon as he was gone, Judy came back into the room and dropped her robe to let me to suck on her tits as she straddled one of my legs and rocked her slippery clit against my thighbone until waves of orgasm quickly took over her naked body for a show that I doubt she could have stopped even if the neighbor had walked in the door. She developed an odd bit of conscience for a couple of weeks after that day of showing so much skin and refused to get naked again when Brandon was due to come over. She admitted that she liked the chance she had taken but worried about the illusion of innocence she needed to maintain with her teasing and didn't want to lose the sexual tension that had developed for all of us. She wasn't really playing hard to get but she had long ago mastered the timing required to hold a man's interest in her discrete flashing that could never hide the "I like to fuck" look about her, while pretending to say "But I didn't know you could tell." Even with her more conservative teasing, he still enjoyed the sharp ridges of her nipples as they pressed against white t-shirts or tank tops without a bra in the late summer heat. He had such a crush on her by this time that I'm not so sure he wouldn't have kept coming around even if she had stopped that as long as his memory was intact and his hopes alive. I think she had become a live replacement for his pornographic reading time and the self-confidence he was growing had become more related to that than to her coaching of him through girl problems. It was on the second Sunday morning after he had seen her nude in the mirror that she made her own decision that the time was right to do something for him again and cryptically cooed a prediction to me to "enjoy the ride" as she got out of bed early that morning. I got up to take a leak but with the shower running as background noise, I got back in bed unaware of her plans and dozed for the last twenty minutes before Brandon would usually get there. I woke again to her crawling back onto the bed naked, beautiful and smelling great with her pussy freshly shaved and douched. I tried to get my hand into the moistness between her legs but she teasingly remained on her knees outside my reach to instead pull the covers off of me and began to fondle my cock. She has a rare talent when her hands and mouth go to work on me and it didn't take very long of her feverish sucking on the tip before she was gulping down my cum that coursed as deeply into her throat as my hands on the back of her head could force her to take. Once I was drained and growing soft in her warm mouth, as I sank my head back onto the pillow she sensuously slid herself up along my torso, grazing her tits past my lips until she straddled my chin to put her smooth cunt within licking distance and lowered her clit onto my tongue. She did this of course knowing that Brandon would be letting himself in the back sunroom door any minute and be treated to her naked reflection in the mirror but this time with her leaning back with her hands on my thighs and her pussy planted on my face. I felt a little weird about being uncovered if he was watching so I pulled the sheet back over me while never missing a lick and not a minute too soon as the sound of the screen door opening was followed by the plop of a newspaper on the table and the creak of him settling into his patio chair outside the door that her wish for sexual adventure had left open far more than I would have imagined. I'm glad that I had already shot my load into her stomach because the thought of her wanting him to see her in this profile was almost more than I could bear. Her head was thrown back with her long blond hair brushing across my knees as I methodically sucked on her clit and occasionally dipped my tongue as deeply into her as I could while reaching up to tweak her nipples that she proudly jutted skyward. The sound of a patio chair scooting on the hard floor let us both know that Brandon was improving his vantage point and Judy's increased weight on my jaw let me know that she was willing to take this show to the limit. When she began to buck and grunt unashamedly with the first orgasm ever witnessed by anybody but me, I moved my hands down to her hips and pulled her tightly into my face where I kept sucking on her clit. She tried to keep riding me with her loud mews of delight but finally put her hands against my forehead and pushed herself away with a pleading, "Oh, my God! You have to stop." She sat back onto my chest in exhaustion with her bare pussy spread in front of me for a few seconds and then let out a giggle. "I need to get dressed before Brandon comes with the paper," she said as though she was unaware of him sitting in the other room. "Oh, no you don't," I teased as I slid myself up to sit against the headboard and she squealed with laughter as I flipped her around. With her back to me I pulled her up to lean on my chest to see if she would let me put her frontal nudity on display for the sheer excitement of it. "We have some time. Just sit here for a minute and watch the news with me before you get dressed." Because of our position on the bed, we couldn't see his face so we knew he couldn't see ours looking at his reflection in the mirror through the partially open door and that seemed to provide a strange layer of innocence that I hoped would keep her from feeling like a cheap stripper. Without a scheme that she could be pretending to claim as the reason for letting him see her naked, her teasing might seem more audacious than flirtatious and she had too much pride for that. With a feigned reluctance, she agreed, "Okay, but just for a minute." She settled back against me contentedly rubbing her thighs together as the remnants of her orgasm faded and shuddered when my hands reached under her arms to gently bounce her little titties. When I dropped one hand into her lap and stroked her pubic hair her knees parted slightly I understood that her show might not be over if she had some help. I lowered my other hand and used them both to briefly cover her slit before sliding in between her thighs with my fingers. When I began to spread her legs apart to grant him a view of her soaked cunt, with more generosity than I expected she offered no resistance even though he was sitting clearly turned towards the mirror. It might have helped that the reflection of his body that we could see showed that he had begun massaging his cock through his clothes while enjoying the shaved lips of my wife's pussy that twitched when I brushed across her clit. In this gesture that symbolically offered her pussy to him she seemed too pre-occupied with watching a teenager trying to jack himself off to worry about the message she was sending by letting me open her gaping pink cavity as fuel for his imagination. I don't think that he had picked up on the fact that we were watching each other but as I started to finger-fuck her to match his hand's tempo, he coincidentally folded back the leg of his baggy shorts to reveal a much longer cock than mine and started to openly masturbate while sitting just outside our bedroom door. Judy couldn't help herself as she tried to suppress a moan of desire that she wouldn't want me to know she had but I could feel it resonate through her back against my chest as she got the first look of her life at another man's erection. When we started dating she was still a virgin who had let her tits get felt up by a few guys when she was in high school but I was the first to ever get into her pants. Other than pictures of male genitalia in textbooks, she claims that the closest thing she ever came to seeing or touching a boy's cock was an unwelcome event with her brother when she was a young teen trying to grow up too fast. He was an arrogant high school jock who was unmerciful when finding fault with her underdeveloped body that wasn't keeping pace with the hormone charged interest that she and her friends had in making out with boyfriends that none of them had. One day when they were home alone and he was needling her about her lack of experience and making accusations that she stuffed her bra with Kleenex, she impulsively lifted her sweater to show him the egg-sized bumps covered by the thin cotton of a training bra that she still wore at the time. Looking back she realizes that he manipulated her that day with dares that he knew she would be likely to accept as she tried to prove herself to him. After she agreed to unfasten her bra his compliments of her bare titties had made it easy for her to believe that he was finding out just how mature she really was and lifting her skirt to show him the fuzzy pubic hair along the edges of her panties seemed relatively harmless compared to her bare chest after that. By the time she was laying on her back on the kitchen table and feeling the bulge in his blue jeans lightly brush against her panties as he leaned over to touch the hard nipples that she felt sure he couldn't consider belonged to a child, she figured she had made her point. It was the same position that she and her friends sometimes tried for a few seconds on one another while pretending at slumber parties and he had spied on them enough to know that his suggestion might be acceptable to her. That group of girls would have been too ashamed to use it for orgasms but they took pride in the practice that they assumed would someday be expected of them and Judy was feeling pretty smug when her brother had chosen that simple stunt as a test for her. She was satisfied that it was a safe demonstration of her maturity and had actually anticipated the same electric tingle that one girl's pubic bone against another's usually created when considering whether to spread her legs for him. But she hadn't counted on the meatier shape inside his jeans that he pressed into her with more authority the longer she let him stay there. Before she had a chance to say that she thought she had proven her point to him, he had seized the moment with a plied encouragement that called her bluff, "Well, I guess you do know what you're doing." She couldn't hardly object then without giving him the satisfaction of being right about her naivete so she cautiously lay motionless under him as the roughness of his blue jeans ground into her covered pussy. She was still trying to sell herself as one who wasn't surprised at what the act had become when she started feeling her panties creeping into the crack of her ass from his vigorous ride that tugged against them. And she had to wonder if she could let him keep showing off on top of her if it meant that her pussy might become exposed by it. That worry was replaced by a quiet panic when she started to feel his cock throb against her crotch and she tensed her legs against his as his cum streamed into his pants. Her resistance did little to slow him down as he hunched over her disheveled form and pumped his hips into her so that she would feel each spurt of his semen as his dick pulsed along her inner thighs. He collapsed onto her but she felt his cock still twitching as his heavy breathing tickled her ear. She wasn't laughing though and it was only after he rose up and pushed her sweater and bra back under her neck so he could stare some more at her bare tits that her quivering lower lip began to bring tears from her eyes. "Oh, stop it," he said condescendingly as he pulled on her right nipple. "What did you expect when you take off your clothes to show me these?" She didn't have an argument considering the depraved position she had let him assume there so she let him play with her tits some more and tried to control her whimpering while he inched the wet spot that was oozing in his jeans up into the crease he had hollowed in her panties. Tutor Tits She tried to act like she was expecting it and suppressed a shudder each time he dabbed with his hips to check for a damp spot on the light blue cotton until he was satisfied with the result and said, "Now you can tell your girlfriends how it feels." Even after using her he was still a jerk and it didn't take long after that day for her to discover in relief that she must have only been an opportunity for a pent-up release of semen between girlfriends as he never showed interest in her again. But she credits the episode as the reason for never wanting to feel another cock until she fell in love with me and I sometimes wonder, after he was the first to compliment her tiny breasts if, perversely, it's why she craves any man's attention of them still. Now, more than thirty-five years later, she might have been thinking about making up for lost opportunities as she looked in the mirror at a teenage cock with the satisfaction that her fifty-year-old body had aroused it. She gladly let me rhythmically sink two fingers into her clenched pussy but she was still trying to restrain her grunts as though I might not notice that she was timing the rocking of her hips to the pulls along his bare flesh. And as she kept tempo as he increased his, it was hardly a surprise when this kid who had never even kissed a girl tensed up and began to spray his semen in long strings into the air. He had managed to stay remarkably quiet considering the vigorous pumping of his meat but once the bulbous head erupted his hips were moving too much in the chair to keep it from scraping on the tile floor. As if on cue to cover the sound out there, Judy groaned a plea of encouragement that was probably meant for both of us, "My God, don't stop!" She doesn't often experience multiple orgasms but this sight of a young guy cumming in our house because he was looking at her body was more than she could take and her staccato gasps marked each wave of the shameless orgasm that fortune allowed her to share with his. After withdrawing my fingers from her wet hole, she put her feet up on to my knees in a lewd pose of vulnerability to him that appeared to be a suggestive offering if he could use it again to repeat his act. But, as he slumped in the chair and wiped the semen off of his knee, even her fingers pushing against the fleshy folds of her cunt didn't keep him from dropping his rigid cock that bounced back up when he did. I think she wanted fucked right then and I think she would have willingly let him slide his inexperienced cock into her for the sheer thrill of it if I hadn't been there and he had known enough to force himself on her. But that fantasy wasn't meant to be as his libido must have given way to his worry of our discovery of the puddles of his cum on the sunroom floor. Bending over to briefly disappear from our view, when he stood back up he was wiping his hands on his shorts and trying to adjust his erection inside as he turned to let himself out the door. "Oh my God," she said with a breathless laugh as she reached around behind to grip my cock that had gotten semi-erect again from her pressing against it. "Did you see that? I can't believe that just happened. That's the first time..." She paused as she realized she was about to confess crossing a line of lust. "I think you liked it," I teased in hopes that she would let herself go. Still unsure if she should admit that he had turned her on but acknowledging what she had seen, she said, "I can't believe he just did that. In our house." She laughed again. "Really?" I said in mock surprise. "You were incredible. What I can't believe is that you let him leave without getting fucked. Your pussy is begging for it." "Don't say that," she shot back and gave a playful squeeze on my dick. "This is the one I want inside me." "Yeah, well this one's already been inside you and you swallowed what it had for you this morning." "It feels to me like it wants to give me more," she said as she turned around onto her knees again to face me on the bed and looked down at my growing cock. "Go see if he left a mess on the floor," I kidded her as if her duty as a housewife had just begun. With a giggle, she bounced off of the bed and peeked around the door to make sure that she could walk out naked. I think she deliberately stepped past the area that was showing up in the mirror when she was in there but not so much that I didn't catch a glimpse of her hand wiping across the tabletop and then onto her bare leg just before she came running back in and jumped on the bed in laughter. "He tried to clean it up but there is too much. It's smeared all over the floor and he didn't even see what landed on the table." She was really enjoying her adventurous liberty and as she crawled back toward me it was apparent that two orgasms in less than fifteen minutes weren't going to be enough for her this morning. Dropping her lips back over the end of my swelling meat she again started to stroke it with her hand while kissing it and flicking her tongue rapidly across the tip without letting me push deeply into her throat this time. "God, don't tease me like that. Don't just lick it, suck on it, baby," I begged. "Uh-uh," she stopped long enough to say. "You were right. I do want fucked. Pussy's still tingling. Let me lick you until you can fuck me. I want filled up by something big and hard." I wondered then if she was thinking more of the shape that outlined Brandon's pants but I wasn't going to take a chance bringing up a subject that might make her stop sucking my dick. While still growing a new erection, she had no trouble pulling the entire spongy length of my cock into her mouth and suckled it two or three times deeply where I felt it tickle the back of her throat before she dropped it back onto my leg with a gag and looked up with a grin. "It's getting there," she said as she adjusted herself more squarely onto her knees so she could concentrate on me. Resuming the tease in order to keep me from cumming again in her mouth, she held just the head of my cock gently between her teeth as her tongue probed the opening at the tip and her thumbs traced circles along my inner thighs. As soon as she felt me begin to tense up or my cock twitch she would drop it again and watch it pulse and slowly grow. It was an erotic treat to watch her tanned middle-aged form squirming with a desire to be fucked as she crouched between my legs and one that was inspiring my returning hard-on. And then I saw it. The sunlight that had been brightening the opening to the door into the sunroom suddenly flickered and then turned gray with a shadow against the door frame. I couldn't see anything in the mirror from my spot but it had to be either the neighbor guy or Brandon returning with some courageous curiosity he had developed in the few minutes he was gone. Either way, she had me so turned on that, even without her permission, the sight of Judy's swollen cunt reflected in the mirror was about to be a gift that I wasn't going to deprive our guest of if he could keep quiet. Taking another step toward the bedroom door, a shirt sleeve became visible in the mirror, and by the time he leaned forward to where he could better see the reflection of Judy and me it was Brandon who was caught. Our eyes met in the mirror and he froze without expression as I tried to clear my head enough to make sense of my role as a husband who probably should react angrily to him stumbling onto the sight of my naked wife giving me a blowjob in our own bedroom. But I had another role with him that could possibly be played out in this scene for a kid who had trusted me with his sexual secrets and was really nothing more than a harmless victim of another one of her teases. Maybe five seconds passed before he must have considered my predicament his pardon and he slowly backed out of the opening to let the sun's brightness refill it. Judy hadn't seen it and was starting another round of alternating between licking across the tip and sucking hard on my entire length so whatever startled response I might have had she would have interpreted as a reaction to her talented cock sucking. Whether my head was spinning from the blood draining into my dick or from the unbelievable opportunity to make her a live sex show for him that just got away, I must confess that Brandon's boldness excited me and caused a whole lot of conflicting emotions in a very few seconds. My wife was taking me to the brink of ejaculating into her mouth again at the same time that I had allowed another guy watch her do it at the same time that her cunt, that I knew was aching to be fucked, was pointed directly at him. Her exhibitionism had just proven as a stimulant for her but this was more of an exploitation of her naked sex that was rushing into my thoughts and I found myself incredibly aroused by his proximity to it. Especially when considering his sexual morality that deemed him God's gift to women once they were put in a position to receive his cock. And there was no doubt that her cunt was in that position for him. He and I had established that loose, quirky friendship that put him at ease when talking about the sexual conquests he hoped for but he had never hinted at the familiarity that I knew he had with his long looks at my wife's breasts inside of her shirts. And he had certainly never indicated that Judy was one of the "cunts" that he bragged was "hungry" to have his "baby seeds spilling out of her" when he described the women he would someday have around him. It might have been my sympathetic attitude toward his immature approach to sex or it might have been my willingness to just let him exaggerate how he was going to make a woman happy, but he seemed intent during some of those conversations over the last several weeks to prove something to me. Even though he had a distorted pornographic sense of what his role should be in situations like this, I don't think he was mistaking the scent of this woman in heat that he figured would welcome a hard cock. I wasn't so sure he wasn't right. Considering the sexual instinct that drives men to think irrationally when presented opportunities to fuck, I almost expected it when I saw him reappear in the crack of the door and look directly into the mirror at me with an implied request that I allow him to stay there to watch. This time he didn't back away when our eyes met but instead briefly awaited a reaction from me that didn't come and then shifted his eyes to Judy's gash that wiggled seductively as a tantalizing display that lay open between her spread legs. He made no move to enter the room and seemed un-phased by my nudity as his sole interest was in the live female anatomy before him that had made him an eager student as long as she was a passive exhibit and I was an understanding instructor. Crouched between my legs, she gladly allowed me to reach over her back to pull apart the lips to her pussy again as my cock pushed into her mouth with the motion and Brandon's curious eyes darted up at mine before returning to her pink flesh. As long as my middle finger could stroke her clit and drop into her gaping cunt occasionally, she gave up her teasing of just the tip of my cock and kept sucking on the entire length that she struggled to keep from gagging on. Finally rocking back on her knees to come up for air she looked up at me with a grin and panted breathlessly, "Something got you going." Whispering down at her I asked, "Do you want to see what it is?" With a puzzled look that quickly turned to a surprised understanding she mouthed the question, "He's back?" with wide eyes and nodded her wish to see his reflection again. I had the feeling that he had returned in a much more aggressive mode and I wasn't sure in my aroused state if I was going to be the reliable guardian for her that I had always promised to be when she was teasing other guys. If he decided to act on her raunchy visual offering to him by moving far enough into the room to touch her, I wasn't so sure I would stop him and that was definitely beyond the bounds of anything we had ever considered as a possibility. I determined to include her in it again. "Don't turn around yet," I whispered as a caution to her. Pulling her up under her arms, I lifted her to sit facing me and she took the hint by straddling me with her pussy against my erection that pointed upward instead of penetrating the slippery folds. Leaning forward to talk quietly into her ear that was hidden from Brandon's view by her hair, I tried to find a way to warn her of my concerns without killing the excitement that we were sharing. "He's not in the sunroom anymore," I said carefully, as she pressed her clit against my hardness. "He's standing in the doorway and he knows that I can see him." With another surprised look of amusement she leaned back to look into my face and asked, "He knows you're letting him watch us?" "Yeah," I said as an apology that I'm not sure was necessary. "We have this weird friendship...I don't know. I think he thinks I want him to watch you." I kissed her lightly to soften her up before continuing, "He might think I would let him fuck you." I couldn't believe that I had actually told her in those words what I was pretty sure to be true because that sort of frank suggestion during her exposures to other men had always left her feeling used and promptly ended the tease. I was counting on my sense that she had already chosen Brandon as an exception to her need to remain so "innocent" though, because of her patience with his clumsy gawking into her shirts over the summer and now, for the second time in two weeks, her fairly eager permission to let him see her totally nude in such close quarters that only a few minutes ago had included them watching each other have orgasms. ""Do you think that?" she whispered with the corners of her lips turning mischievously upward. "You know that I love it when you show off to other guys with me watching." "That's not what I mean," she replied as she rose up enough to grab my cock and began rubbing the tip against her shiny clit. With a knowing look that I had avoided the question, she asked more specifically, "Would you even let him touch me?" It was a loaded question that could stop everything with an honest answer but I wasn't thinking clearly enough at the moment to be devious as she had moved just the flaring head of my dick barely into the warmth of her cunt. Sheepishly, I confessed, "You are turning me on so much, I'm not sure I could stop him if he tried," at the same time that I grabbed her sides and pulled her pussy down slowly onto my cock. Grinding against my pubic bone with her clit she took me completely inside of her and rocked in my lap while rhythmically clamping down with her vaginal muscles in a sucking action that was going to soon have me spewing into her. I think she understood my allowance to her as she formed a feeble response that noticeably had no mention of her being against the idea of him actually fucking her. "He's a kid from the neighborhood," she whispered as though starting a list of the reasons why it couldn't happen but implied that she had already thought about it. "If he thought he could fuck me, I'm afraid that he would keep coming back or would tell somebody. It's a lot different than just showing some skin..." Her voice trailed off as though looking for a better argument to the problem that was indeed much riskier than any exhibitionism she had ever enjoyed. She had tipped her hand a little and I decided to force it. "Do you want it?" I asked with a deep thrust that caused her to grunt but not to rise up. The question could have been heard differently but I think she heard it the way I meant it. "I wish that he could know what it was like to have sex," she whispered pensively while still milking my cock with her pussy and searching my eyes. "I think it has helped his self-confidence to see my body. I don't know..." her voice again trailed off with a breathless whine. "Self-confidence?!" I mused sarcastically as my cock began to throb from her action on it. "He would turn into a prince just from the kiss of a pretty girl. What you've done with your body is turning him into a king." "Maybe," she panted back with no false modesty over her abilities as an exhibitionist but still questioning how eager a teenage guy was going to be to get physical with her, "but he wants to touch a girl his own age. He's wants their approval. He likes me because I've let him see some skin and he trusts me. I'm a show that keeps him interested, that's all." Then, with a playful smile and a squeeze of my cock with the muscles of her tight pussy, she added in honest admission of her wish to let the sight of her nude body be used in his education, "And maybe you can tell, I'm okay with that." Whether anything came of it or not, there was something about this dialog and the knowledge that he was watching her while she was getting fucked that was raising her sexual temperature. It helped that she has always loved to talk about sexual stuff while I fuck her and her level of excitement usually followed the raunchiness of the conversations that would hopefully last for her longer than I did. I am quite obviously not the jealous type as I've always considered anything that brings her pleasure to be permissible if it also keeps her with me but this was the closest we had ever come to talking about something resembling infidelity and it appeared as though it was Brandon as her audience -- and probably Brandon as the subject - that was the difference. As her grinding down onto my cock intensified along with her rate of breathing, I peeked around her hair to see if he had indeed stayed to watch while she and I sat whispering. I needn't have worried about the courage produced by his teenage sex drive. My lack of protest had served as his invitation to share in the experience as he had boldly stepped around the corner of the door for a view that probably seemed more live to him than our reflection in the mirror but still somewhat harmless since Judy's back was to him and he and I apparently shared some sort of perverted alliance. His hand was holding his crotch again through his shorts as his eyes remained fixed on Judy's undulating ass until he noticed me looking at him. With an artificial sense of decency he quickly stepped back behind the door but stayed there to regain his view in the mirror that included brief eye contact with me. He wasn't afraid of me anymore but he was still adjusting to the idea of being an eyewitness intruder instead of a kid who couldn't help noticing her nakedness through a door carelessly left open to the paperboy. I wanted to feed the conversation that was intoxicating her with thoughts of sexual risk just to see how uninhibited she would become. In reply to her misconception that their age difference meant that he wasn't interested in anything physical with her, I kissed her again and whispered an explanation of what letting him see her tits had really meant to him, "I don't want you to think you've done a bad thing but the way you've used your body makes him think you probably want him to fuck you. He reads magazines that say that about women who tease like you do." "How do you know that?" she asked with more of a curious whisper than one of accusation. "He told me," I said with a tone that indicated she wasn't the only one he shared secrets with. "Not about you exactly but he believes that someday a girl is going to use her body to tease him until she gets him to fuck her." Finally cutting to the chase I took a chance on both her love of sex in the morning and the convergence of some mysterious set of circumstances that seemed to be creating a perfect sensual storm deep within in her. Looking her straight in the eyes, I issued the challenge through gritted teeth as her pussy sucked on my cock again, "You might be that girl."