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21st Birthday

This is our second story, but this time it is from my husband’s point of view – honestly because I cannot remember most of it. It was my twenty-first birthday a couple days ago, and we celebrated downtown…
The night started with me making my wife a strong mixed drink – she finished that and for every shot I took at the house, she took two. We planned to just have a fun night, but she wore a low cut shirt with a short black skirt that hugged all her curves. She wore tights and these black heels that made her about four inches taller. Walking to the car, I realized how far past tipsy she was, because she flashed me, with out me asking.
When we got to the first bar we immediately to the bar and ordered two drinks. I couldn’t help but notice how good her black hair contrasted against the pale skin of her tits. Her hair is long, more than half way down her back and it falls perfectly. I wished her a happy birthday and told her I loved her; she whispered into my ear
“I’ll do anything you tell me to, right now.”
I told her to go to the bathroom and take her tights off; when she came back I had another shot waiting for her. She threw it back, and I took her out on the dance floor. She guided me to the corner, unzipped my pants and started to jerk me off. After about two minutes, I told her she had to stop or I would risk ruining her skirt and embarrassing myself on her birthday. She looked me in the eye and told me she wanted to fuck right then. She turned around, pulled her skirt up to where her lips where hanging out, you could see the line through her panties. I didn’t realize her skirt was that high until I looked up and saw three guys trying not to stare. I slowly pulled it down a little, to where it was still high but you could not actually see anything anymore. I pulled my dick out, and slowly eased it in… She was so ready, it slid right in. No one noticed, because it looked like she was just dancing. I looked down, and I could see all the cum on my dick; there was so much. I started to grip her hair, and rubbing my hands up and down her thighs. I could feel us forgetting where we were. It was only after a few minutes before I remembered where I was, and that her skirt had risen up to her waist and anyone who glanced over could see her standing there in her panties. We had gained quite a crowd of five to eight guys.. some were blatantly staring, and some where just glancing over occasionally. I slowly put my self away, and pulled her skirt down. I had decided that maybe we had become too popular in that bar, so we left and went to a different bar up the street. One of the advantages to living in a borderline college town is that there are whole streets of just bars.
On the way to the second bar, I told my wife to let her skirt ride up just a little too high. Walking into the second bar, there were booths of to the side. We immediately claimed a booth, and waited to catch someone, anyone’s eyes. With our backs to the wall, I told her to pull up her shirt and flash the crowd until she was sure someone saw. She made eye contact with him, and he seemed to choke on his drink. I saw the look of enjoyment on her face and I realized how much it turns both of us on that other guys wanted her. I got up to go get us more drinks, and told her as I left to spread her legs and discreetly finger herself. When I got back with the drinks, she wiped her fingers on me to show me how wet she was from just finger fucking herself in a public place. I could tell she felt safer with me back from the bar though. She will do anything as long as I am there, but gets nervous when I walk away.
She told me she wanted to make this birthday unforgettable, even more than it already was. I agreed and told her to jack me off again. All the excitement from the situation had me standing at a solid eight and a half inches, so I put my hand on the back of her head and slowly leaned her down and shot my load onto her face. She was surprised, and a bit mad; before she could grab for something to wipe it off I told her no that she had to keep it on her face until we got to the car. She stared at me in disbelief, because it was a large amount of cum and totally obvious to the average passerby. As we got up to walk out, she tried to lower her face, so the fewest amount of people possible would notice, but what worked in the dark bar, did not work under the bright street lights. As we walked to the car, the cum started to drip from her face to her chest. She then asked me,
“Baby can I please wipe it off? I know people are staring at me.”
“No, you said you wanted unforgettable.”
She claimed she hated it, but when we got into the car, I put my hands between her legs in a more playful moment – and realized cum had been dripping down her legs all the way back to the car. I looked at her, and she admitted that the embarrassment and submission had turned her a little more than a bit. I learned something new and my wife enjoyed herself, I would say it was a pretty solid night to say the least.

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Michelle – The Sleepover – Ch

Jennifer and I had been friends forever. She lived just a few doors down the street, and we had pretty much grown up together. Although she is only one year ahead of me in school, (she’s getting ready to start her sophomore year, me my freshman year), she was about a year and a half older than me. (She already had her driver’s license…how cool!)
It was pretty common for one of us to sleep over at the other’s, and this time it was my turn to spend the night at Jennifer’s.
Chapter Nine
I was so excited. I was going to spend the night at Jennifer’s. Although we have sleepovers fairly regularly, this would be the first one since my sexual “awakening” had started. I had so much to tell her about!
I threw a few things into my bag and was on the way out the door when I remembered about Ricky’s movie. I decided to take it along with me and grabbed it out of my drawer, adding it to my bag as I headed out.
Jennifer greeted me at her front door, and I said my polite “hi’s” to her parents as we headed toward her room. Her brother was in the kitchen as we pased through, and although in the past I had never thought of him as anything other than Jen’s brother, I found myself looking at him in a whole new light. “I wonder what his penis looks like?” I mused. “I wonder if he strokes it? I wonder how big it gets?”
It seemed like ever since my experiences had started a week ago, I couldn’t look at any male without automatically thinking about their penis…wondering.
Her stereo was playing as we entered her room, and I tossed my bag in the corner as she shut the door. We plopped down on the bed and started our usual “girl talk”. School was starting next week, and for the first time, I wasn’t even thinking about classes, or teachers. I was thinking only about guys…and penises!
In the middle of our gossip, Jen got up off the bed and pulled her top off up over her head. Her bra followed, and seconds later, her jeans and panties. My God! She was shaved too, all except for a little bit at the top. I felt a kind of a strange tingle as I thought back to the movie and the scenes with just girls. Naked, she turned and went to her dresser. She pulled open a drawer and pulled out a pair of pink panties. She was climbing into them casually as she was telling me how excited she was that her parents were going to let her drive to school occasionally. When she turned to face me, I caught my breath. Not only were her panties the skimpiest things I had ever seen, but the material was so sheer that I could see her pussy right through them!
I felt another strange tingle as she turned and walked to her closet. She pulled out a pink thing, kind of resembling a half slip, and pulled in on over her head.
It barely came down below her butt, and when she turned back towards the bed, I could see her breasts, her nipples, through the thin material.
“Jen,” I kind of stamered, “where did you get that…thing…?”
“What, this?” she asked, holding out the bottom hem of her top. “I got a few of them. It’s what I usually sleep in. Can’t exactly wear it out in public, but it makes me feel sexy at night.” She winked as she added, “If you catch my drift…”
“I’ve never seen anything like that,” I gushed. “Where did you get it?”
“It’s called a baby doll,” she replied. “You can get them just about anywhere…why…you telling me you don’t have anything like this? What do you sleep in?”
“No,” I replied, “nothing like that.” I added quickly, “Usually just a tee shirt and panties. That’s about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen!”
“Like I said,” she responded, it makes me feel real sexy when I wear one. Hey,” she added, “you wanna wear one?”
“Love to,” I gushed. She turned and returned to her closet. Rummaging through, she called back over her shoulder, “Would you prefer red, white, or black?”
“Ummm…white, I guess,” I replied, even as I was staring at her butt, in clear view despite her almost invisible panties. I felt another strange tingle. She pulled out the half slip piece and tossed it to me. I jumped up off the bed and quickly peeled off my tee shirt and bra, sliding the silky material on over my head. When I glanced in the mirror, I could clearly see my own breasts, my own nipples, through the filmy material. Jen was back at her dresser, poking through the drawer as I pulled off my shorts and panties. Naked from the waist down, I waited until she stood back up, holding the pair of white panties that would complete my outfit.
She walked toward me as she announced, “Here they are.” She paused right of me and then suddenly put her hand down between my legs! She gripped a bit of the sparse hair down their and gave a playful tug. “You really should shave this,” she murmured in a taunting voice, “guys think that’s really sexy.”
I just stood there…frozen in shock! My best friend had just put her hand between my legs. It wasn’t anything sexual, but still…! I thought back to the movie and the scenes of the girls…with each other…touching…licking… I felt another strange tingle as I pulled the wispy panties up over my hips. Turning again to look in the mirror, I realized that although I could see through the top, and see through the panties, when both were on, the two layers of the filmy material was just enough so that although I could see the panties clearly underneath the top, I couldn’t actually see my pussy through both layers of slinky silk.
We hopped back on the bed and sat facing other, cross legged, “Indian style”. I saw Jen’s eyes moving up and down from my breasts to between my legs. I was wondering what was going through her mind as I tried not to stare at her body. The movie…the girls…
In the position we were sitting, I could see her breasts and nipples through the filmy top, and casting a quick glance down, could clearly see her pussy through the skimpy panties. I was pretty sure she could see everything, every part of me, in return, as her eyes continued wandering over my body, and again I felt a strange tingle…a strange warmth.
We continued our aimless chatter for a few more minutes, and out talk soon turned to guys. We were soon comparing notes about which cute guys we hoped would be in our classes. Somewhere in that converation Jen brought up my brother Ricky, telling me how cute she thought he was, and bemoaning that he was going to be a senior, and probably wouldn’t even be interested in talking to a sophomore, much less taking one out.
I couldn’t resist and started telling her about the incident of watching him lying naked on his bed, stroking his penis…watching his sexy movie.
“Oh my God!” she gasped. “You actually saw his cock? You saw him jerking off? What did it look like? How big is it? Tell me more!” she demanded breathlessly.
I started relaying the story and felt a really strange rush as Jen casually dropped one of her hands between her legs and began stroking herself through the thin material of her panties. I couldn’t believe it! Right in front of me as if nothing was happening! I felt my own pussy start to moisten as I started telling her about me watching Ricky. I was trying not to stare at her hand between her legs, but was finding it impossible. God I wanted to touch myself!
“Well,” she demanded, “did you get to actually see him come? Watch him shoot?”
As I told her about watching his body jerk, and him squirting into the air, she moved her hand inside her panties, and I couldn’t help but stare as her finger movements became more pronounced…right in front of me!
My own hand drifted down between my legs, and I began to tentatively caress my slit. I couldn’t believe I was doing this! My juices started flowing as I told her about watching his cream shoot up in the air and land all over his chest. My finger movements got more insistent as I told her how hot it had gotten me, and what I was doing back in my room moments later.
She pulled her hand out of her panties and brought it up to her mouth. My own finger movements increased as I watched her lick and then suck on her own juices. I remembered how much I loved to do that, how much I loved the way I smelled and tasted when I was turned on, and wondered if she felt the same, if she tasted and smelled the same.
As Jen pulled her fingers out of her mouth, I was just getting ready to slide my own hand inside my panties when she reached forward and beat me to it. Without saying a word, she shipped her hand inside my panties and began stroking up and down my now soaking wet slit.
I gasped! My best friend! Touching my pussy! Stroking my pussy! I sat frozen for a moment, not sure how to react. But her fingers felt so wonderful caressing me! I felt my breathing quicken as she quickened the pace of her caresses. She looked me in the eye as she slid her other hand back down inside her own panties, and within seconds was stroking both of us.
I remained frozen, still somewhat in shock, unsure what, if anything, I should do. It felt so good! I didn’t want to do anything to caue her to stop!
I felt her push one, then two, of her fingers up inside of me, and thought I could see through her panties that she was doing the same thing to herself. She began a slow in and out movement. It felt so good! But I was so confused…this was a girl with her fingers in my pussy…not a guy. I was getting really turned on…but it was a girl! What’s wrong with me?
She just kept looking in my eyes, not saying a word. Every few seconds, she would stop her in and out movement, leaving her fingers all the way up inside of me, just wiggling the tips around inside my channel.
I was still frozen. Confused, my mind racing. This was a girl! She had her fingers up inside my pussy! She was getting me really turned on! A girl?
She pulled her hand out of her panties and held it up to my face, extending her fingers under my nose.
“Think I semell sexy?” she purred.
I sniffed, then inhaled deeply…several times…She smelled like…like…like…me!
I opened my lips and very tentatively ectended my tongue. She immediately brought her fingers to my mouth, and hesitating for a moment, I slowly extended my tongue furthur, barely touching her fingertips. I moved my togue just a little bit, waiting to see what she tasted like.
My mind was still in a whirl…I couldn’t believe I was doing this…with a girl!
Jen just sat there, looking in my eyes…not saying a word.
I opened my mouth slightly and took her fingers inside. I licked and sucked gently and soon discovered that she tasted just like me!
This was so sexy…but my mind was still in a whirl. I was so confused. I was incredibly turned on, yet still wondering…a girl?
Jen pulled her fingers out of my pussy and brought her hand to her own face. She sniffed for a moment and just murmured, “ummmmm”.
She opened her mouth and took her fingers inside. I felt a momentary panic. What if she didn’t like the taste of my pussy juices? What if she thought I was gross?
She sucked on her fingers for a moment or two. Still looking right in my eyes, she finally said in a sexy voice, ” God you taste wonderful! I bet the guys just love it!”
I felt an instant flood of relief. But I was still in a turmoil. “The guys…um…the guys?”
“When they eat you,” she responded immediately.
“Eat me?” I was now really confused.
“Yeah silly. Eat you…go down on you…lick your pussy?”
“I don’t know,” I replied rather lamely. “It’s…um…well…um…I don’t…”
“Wait a minut!” she giggled, “Are you telling me that you’ve never had a guy go down on you?”
“Well…um…no…not really” I kind of stammered.
“Oh girl!”, she chuckled again. “You’ve got a lot to learn.”
“Lay back,” she commanded, pushing on my shoulders. My mind was till whirling, I was still confused…a girl?
I relented and aid back against the pillows, still unsure what I was doing. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of my (her) panties and tugged them down off my hips…off my legs…off my feet. She moved her hands to my knees and pried them apart, spreading my legs wide open.
She just sat there for a moment, looking at my gaping pussy. She moveed between my open legs and paused again, just staring at my wanton display. She moved her hands to my knees and pushed them even furthur apart. She continued to just sit there, staring between my open legs…looking directly at my pussy.
She lowered her head and I felt her tongue gliding up the inside of my thigh…then back down the other. It felt so good! She continued this for a moment, then lifted her head. The next thing I felt was her tongue tickling my navel, then moving slowly lower and lower. My hips began swaying, bucking…as she continued teasing me. Her tongue grazed across the skin just above my slit, then went back to tantalizing my thighs.
Oh God I wanted her tongue…right…there!
All thoughts about the wierdness of this encounter vanished. My pussy…my clit…seemed to have minds of their own.
She kept moving her tongue closer and closer…I could feel her hot breath on my lips. Her tongue lightly touched my slit, moving slowly up and down it’s length. I gasped! Such a feeling! My juices were flowing freely as she continued her play. She reached with her hands and I felt her fingertips spreading my lips…opening me up. She pulled her head back for a moment and just stared at me. I felt so…lewd.
My best friend was holding my pussy wide open…staring at me…up inside of me! Jen lowered her head and I could again feel her hot breath washing over my most private parts.
I saw her tongue peek out of her mouth and closed my eyes in eager anticipation.
The seconds seemed like hours. God I wanted to feel her tongue!
“Jen…” I whimpered, “please…”
It was like an electric shock. I felt her tongue make contact ever so lightly. My clit felt like it was going to explode! She moved her tongue ever so slowly around and around my magic button and my hips sharted bucking.
I wanted more!
My pussy sought her mouth, trying desperately to increase the pressure. My breathing became harsh as she finally began licking…up and down…back and forth…around and around.
God it was incredible! The sensations she was sending through me were like nothing I had ever felt. My pussy was humping wildly against her mouth. I could feel an orgasm already starting to build.
She stopped suddenly and lifted her head.
“Jen,” I begged, “why…?”
She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and tugged them down off her hips. Moving slightly, she wiggled them down past her knees, and then off her feet. She scrambled aroung, reversing her position, and the next thing I knew her knees were straddling my shoulders.
I felt her hands slide under my butt as I looked up and saw…HER!
Her pussy, just inches away from my face…her lips…her little button peeking out from its hood…even her tiny back hole. It was the first time I had ever seen another girl’s pussy close up, and it looked so…inviting! Her lips were already a little open…I could see her juices glistening on her smooth shaven skin.
I felt her tongue return to my clit as she lowered herself closer…and closer…and closer. I could smell her scent…it was intoxicating.
Her tongue continued working its magic on my clit as she brought her pussy closer and closer to my mouth…until suddenly her lips were touching mine. Instinct maybe, but I parted my lips and slowly, tentatively, stuck out my tongue.
I had barely touched its tip to her lips when she mashed her pussy down tight against my mouth. Her tongue was racing around on my clit as she ground her slit against my lips. My tongue searched her opening, drinking in her juices. Her taste was wonderful…sexy. Her honey tasted just like mine, I realized, ad I began eagerly lapping up and down her wet hole.
Her tongue was sending electric jolts through me as I reached a bit higher and began exploring her magic button with my tongue. Her pussy released a flood of her cream, covering my tongue, my lips, dripping onto my chin.
I felt my own orgasm rapidly growing as her hips began bucking wildly, her pussy mashing against my mouth, trying to devour my tongue.
I lapped feverishly at her clit even a s I felt the first waves of my own orgasm overtake me. I could feel my own hips humping against her mouth as she seemed to try to push her clit inside…between my lips. I licked and licked as wave after wave of ectasy washed over me. Within moments, I heard her gasp and felt her jerk, and her pussy spewed honey all over my face as she quivered and shook.
The spasms subsided, and we both just stayed where we were, panting, trying to get our breathing back.
I could feel her hot breath still washing over my pussy as her panting started to subside. Neither of us had moved, and I was still looking right up at…into…her pussy. I could see her juices glistening on her skin, and could see the thick cream collected between her lips. I pushed out my tongue and slowly and gently licked up the length of her slit, reveling in the sweet taste of her honey.
As my tongue savored the taste of her juices, my eyes became focused on her little back hole, just inches away. On impulse, I ran my tongue up a little furthur and probed at her little brown opening.
“Oh, you are a naughty, naughty girl!” I heard her gasp, even as her hips began rocking back against my mouth, urging me deeper. I pushed at her back hole with my tongue, and felt it open slightly. I curled my tongue into a point and tried to probe deeper.
It didn’t really taste like anything, and I decided my little wicked play was really kind of fun.
Her butt began pushing harder against my mouth, even as I felt the tip of one of her fingers probing at my own tight little back channel.
I felt her finger push up inside of me, and my own hips began rocking, pushing against her finger. I felt it go deeper…and deeper. I pushed my tongue against her backside harder and harder until all of a sudden she pulled her finger out of me and scrambled off my face.
She turned around and leaned into me. Her lips brushed my own, followed by her tongue invading my mouth. Our tongues danced, our lips tight against each other, and I felt her breasts mash against my own. I could taste my pussy juice on her mouth, and wondered if she could taste her own on mine.
Jen broke our kiss and straightened. “Wait just a second,” she whispered. She scrambled off the bed and rummaged underneath it. She stood seconds later holding a showbox.
“If we’re REALLY going to play…then let’s play.”
I sat up as she climbed back on the bed, putting the shoebox down between us.
“This is just for us girls” she giggled, removing the cover.
(To be continued)

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Gigi and the Poolside BBQ

Gigi and the poolside BBQ party
“Hey!” My name is Gigi and I want to tell you about a spontaneous pool party my husband and I had during last summer. First of all, I am 4’11”, 90 lbs, and have a 34C-24-34 figure. The guys and I all love my butt. They love my tits too. It was Sunday morning and Jerry and I were headed to the pool to cool off. I had on my tiny black string Brazilian-cut bikini. He loved it when I became topless or even nude when we went tubing, or sunbathing or swimming at the river beaches or the pool. Before we moved into the apartments over the winter, this had only happened when he was sharing me with a friend or two of his while we went tubing. I loved people floating past me while I was screwing one or the other of them or afterwards, since I was so mellow. After spring arrived the year we moved into this huge complex, The Oaks of Kingsbridge, Jerry absolutely loved to untie my top and let it fall off where it would. Since I was uncomfortable with nudity, especially in a crowded pool during the day, I usually resisted. He finally made it clear that he would have none of this by the simple method of whenever I resisted his untying my top, he would simply take it off and throw it somewhere a long ways off or drop it into the deep end of the pool no matter how many people were present. Other times he would rub lotion into my back and walk away with my top while my bottoms were untied or pulled down below my butt. That was in April and May. Pretty soon, I was looking forward to this, since when I left things alone and just stayed topless, when we got home, he would always screw me for an hour or more. No one ever complained, not even an old man who usually swam every Sunday morning. In fact he became a real regular after I began going topless before the pool filled up with kids by about noon to two By the middle to end of May, I didn’t even worry about my top, as long as the kids were at least eight years old or above. I would just leave it wherever it happened to fall off and only go get it about fifteen minutes I noticed after younger kids showed up.
The First Saturday morning in June, the old man passed out a flyer with directions to a barbeque he and some friends were putting the next Sunday. Jerry and I decided to go after we talked about something I had wanted to do ever since he had shared me with several of his friends over this past year, the first year we had been married. I had no problem screwing around; I just was shy about being nude in public. I wanted four kids, buts I wanted at least one or two of them to be by other guys and I wanted to have at least one who I had no idea who the father was, because of the sheer number of guys I screwed to get it.. He surprised me by not getting angry or anything. He just said, “All right, but there’ll be a few conditions.”
“OK, what are they?”
“One, you work on getting comfortable with being nude in public. As you get comfortable with nudity, you will wear less and less. By July, I expect you to not even bring a top to the pool, much less wear one. By then, you will also only wear a bottom when you are on your monthly. You will walk nude and uncovered to the pool.”
“For the babies, I can do that.”
“Two, I love to see you squeezed. You will encourage guys to feel you up and kiss your tits and pussy whenever I am around. If they also fuck you, that is fine, but I want to see hands and tongues all over you. One good place for this is rubbing suntan lotion on you. I will stop rubbing you down. You will ask other guys, and not the same guy twice in a row. Whenever you ask a guy to rub you down, if you have you bottom on, lose it. Before he begins, pull his face to your tits and his hand to your pussy, that kind of thing. After you are satisfied or have given a good show, then get him to rub you down.”
I got wet, just thinking about that. “I guess I could do that too.”
“You know those three or four guys, you have been sitting with?”
“Uh huh.”
“I have been very pleased to see you sit there for hours, topless. Next, I want you to become very touchy-feely with them. Have them stroke your knee or the side of your butt while you stand beside them. If no kids too young for you are looking, have them stroke the inside of your thigh, including fingering you. When you first greet them, give them a big hug and stick your tit in their mouth and sit on their leg, so that they have easy access to your pussy and butt. Needless to say, I do not, absolutely do not want to wear anything at all within ten feet of them. Have you fucked any of them yet?”
“Uh, well. Only two of them.”
“Good. If they are there early Saturday, I want you to get them all to feel you up like we just talked about and then get him to rub you down. But, and this is important if you want those babies, fuck him on your towel, first. Before many people are there, I want you to have sex every Saturday and Sunday morning at the pool. Agreed?”
“Uh, OK.” I was getting wetter and wetter just thinking about these demands of his.
“Three, you’ll have to get off the pill for three months before you really try to get pregnant for safety’s sake, so for the next three months, you will get your pussy used to getting fucked even more than it is now. Stop taking the pill after this weekend party and use a rubber after that, but fuck everything in sight.”
“You don’t think our three to five times a day is enough?”
“Honey, I want your ‘mystery child’ to have so many potential dads that there is no way we will even be tempted to do a paternity test. The baby will be ours, not ours and someone else’s. During the week of your maximum fertility, I want you fuck at least 75 different guys dry. You’ll need to build up to that.”
“I want my first baby to be yours.”
“Honey, we can fuck all we want to with kids, but going to orgies with a kid will be hard. We have to do your too many dads kid first.”
“I can see that now. 75 guys in one week, that’ll be non-stop fucking.”
“Uh huh. And that’s 75 different guys, with many of them probably fucking you more than once. Are you still up to this? You’ll need to average at least 30-40 fucks per week. ”
“Sounds fun.”
“You’re really going to have to build up. We fuck three, four times a day with five times on Sunday. That’s at least three hours. I’m sure you fuck a couple of other guys every week, right?”
“Well, yes.” I had never realized he had my number so close, wow.
“Last, you will let your favorite guys, at least say ten know two things. One, you only wear strings to have them untied. You don’t want them to take off your clothes, but you agree to not retie them till they hit the ground, no matter where you are. You will wear string tops and bottoms all the time.”
“Even at the grocery store?”
“Even at the grocery store and the mall, and everywhere else you go. They are to know they don’t ask, they just untie you.”
“What if I get in trouble?”
“Do you want this ‘mystery child’ or not? We’ll deal with that if there is a problem.”
“OK, I guess.” This was starting to get out of hand. “You said I had to let my favorites know something else.”
“I want you to let them know that when they hug you anywhere they see you, they are to feel you up before they untie you. If they come up behind you, the first notice you want that they are there is their hands on your tits or ass or crotch. If they can tell you aren’t wearing any underwear in a strategic spot, they are to reach under to squeeze or, better yet, pull your clothes up to squeeze, especially your ass. You don’t have any problem with having your skirt pulled up to your waist while she’s being squeezed, do you?”
“No.”
“Then it’s settled, if you have no panties on, they finger your pussy or show off your butt when they meet you and if you have on no bra, they kiss your nipples.”
“The bottom is fine, but you want them to kiss my nipples on the street?”
“While they finger you, of course. Yes, you will insist they kiss your bare nipples. If I’m with, I want you to pull your shirt off while they do it. And if they get you hot, don’t pull your clothes back down or put them back on right away. Let them fall into place naturally. And after this gets started, by say August, don’t wear underwear. Oh, if a guy meets you while your clothes are untied and he feels you up right, they should fall off. Let them. Let him do anything he wants to; even fuck you, before you even think about picking up your clothes. If he takes your hand to go for a walk, just leave them where they fall.”
I hesitated, “That’s a lot of stuff you want me to do and I could get into trouble for it.”
“Only misdemeanors. You want to not only have more kids than I do; you want to have several of them by other guys. I want everyone to know what a hot chick I’m married to. Don’t make a decision now, but next weekend either be hot or not. Either way, tomorrow, don’t even bring your top to the pool. Just give up on even wearing a top. You haven’t worn it for the past month much anyway.”
“But the kids…”
“Two Saturdays ago, there were a couple of 8-9 year olds, and you left your top off.”
“But I didn’t notice them.”
“Right, and no one was worried about you or those three other girls either. Just forget about a top no matter what you decide. Put it in the bottom of a drawer and only wear it if we go swim with family. Wear one next weekend, I don’t want to know your decision till I see how hot you do or don’t get.”
“OK, I can do that.”
I was so horny that night,that I woke Jerry up twice to fuck me. The next morning I surprised Jerry by not only not wearing my top, but not draping my towel over myself on the long walk to the pool either way, at 8 AM or at 3 PM. I carried my towel, just like normal, except I had no top on. I was surprised by how relaxed I was about it, once I completely gave in. When I sat with Jim, Alan, and Tom, I did everything all those things Jerry wanted me to with them, even fucking Tom first thing. Then I showed them how I wanted them to always hug me by feeling me up and kissing my body anywhere they wanted to. I kept after them till they did it right too. They were shy with Jerry right there. He’s shorter than me, 4’10”, but so wide and strong that he benches 250 pounds. After we got home, I was so horny from walking home past twenty plus buildings half-nude in broad daylight along a semi-busy road that I attacked Jerry. I told him while he was eating me out (he said I tasted great) that I still hadn’t made up my mind, but I would do all those things at the pool anyway. I tried not to let him know how excited the whole idea was making me, but I think he knew. He always says my pussy gives me away every time.
The next weekend, we got to the pool party at a huge house in the country. There four guys from our apartment, but about twenty guys and fifteen girls altogether. Most of the girls were already topless. I thought, “This won’t be so bad. Maybe I can do this.” I had decided to have the baby, but I was still shy. I have always been excited by the thought about fucking guys with strangers watching me from behind the bushes and hoping they would join in. That, not the joining in, but the strangers watching me fuck, had already happened a couple of times as Jerry and one or two of his friend’s fucked me. I loved the time I fucked him and two of his friends while we were tubing on the Comite River and people floated past, but this would be up close and personal, not people just floating past that I never spoke to. Well, if it happened right, it would happen. I wanted to fuck every guy there, they were all cute and I understood what Jerry meant about working myself up to that many guys and why he wanted that many, but still…”
After we set up our towels, Jerry untied my top like I knew he would. I dived into the pool and swam a few laps. My top slowly fell, finally exposing the most of my right nipple. My right breast is smaller than her sister and quite perky. I knew this would excite him, so I got out of the pool and brought him a plate of chicken and potato salad. He kissed me and pulled my right tit completely out of my suit. Then he kissed and squeezed her till she was standing at attention. It was great! He then reached under what was left of my top and squeezed my left tit. He really worked it over while he kissing me. Now my top was just barely on and both tits were hanging completely out.
He then said, “Hand me your top, its not hiding anything anyway.” I did, while he rubbed my pussy through the fabric. As he worked his fingers around my bottom and into my dripping pussy, he said, “Oh you’re so wet. Now don’t even try to tell me that you’re not enjoying yourself.
“Please, everyone’s here.”
His reply was to stick a second finger into me and then, seeing how easily they slid inside, he slid all four fingers inside. I just moaned.
He said again, “Hand me your top.”
“No you take it.” I moaned.
“No, it has to be your choice. Take it off.” His fingers were working magic in my pussy, especially since I noticed several of the guys watching me. I finally shrugged and wiggled my tits so that it fell onto his chest.
“Now you didn’t actually take it off, so now turn around and pick it up.” He tossed it just behind me. I turned around, smiled and waved weakly at everyone, and leaned over to pick it up. He pulled my bottom to my knees. I bolted straight up. I covered my tits, acting like I wanted to run and hide in shame and embarrassment, but he wouldn’t have that. He knew me better than that. He knew that though I am shy about my breasts, but I LOVE showing off my pussy and ass.
“Step out of them and put your top under my chair. I want everyone to see your pussy. Kick your bottoms somewhere else.”
Once I got over the shock of my bottoms being around my knees, I loved it. I let them fall to my foot and kicked them into the pool. I liked the way they floated for a minute before they sunk to the bottom. Again, no one said anything, but I definitely had all the guys’ attention. I leaned over and went to my knees. Spreading my legs wide and I crawled over him and put my top on the far side of his chair. Right on que, he squeezed my ass and fingered my pussy. I enjoyed his fingers in my pussy for a couple of minutes before I sat on his lap over his straining cock. Teasing him, since his cock was rock hard, but inside the suit, I just sat on his lap and rubbed just the tips of my tits over his chest. Then I moved them up to his hungry lips, which promptly engulfed first one, then the other almost painfully erect nipple. The feelings I was having while everyone watched me teasing him while nude, had me so excited, I was ready to do absolutely anything. As he sucked on them, I rocked myself on his cock. Finally, I moaned rather loudly in ecstasy as I came right there in front of everyone.
“Now you go get me a drink and when you come back, put on either your top or your bottom but not both.”
Standing, I patted his cock ever so gently and smiled. I noticed it shrinking quickly and the wet spot where I had leaked my juices all over him as well as the other one where he had cum. As I walked over to stand in line, I put a little sway in my walk.
“OK.” I said, the thought of being bottomless in public was leaving me light-headed, I was so horny. I didn’t mind being totally nude as much as I loved being bottomless. I went to the back of the line of about fifteen people, but a cute guy near the front motioned for me to step in front of him. I kissed him on the cheek. When he hesitantly squeezed my butt, I sighed and took a tiny step forward, spreading my legs the teensiest little bit. He got the wrong idea and reached around me to squeeze my tits. “Oh well,” I thought and left well enough alone. I had hoped he would finger me. His hands never left my tits, though he did alternate rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing them nicely. When I reached the tea, I turned and kissed him deeply while pulling his hand to my pussy, which his fingers filled most satisfactorily. When I turned around to pour a glass of tea, I leaned over invitingly. He took my invitation and fingered me from behind. I just let him have his way while I slowly poured the tea. I squeezed his fingers with my throbbing pussy so that he wouldn’t stop too soon. After I filled Jerry’s glass, I put it down and wrapped my arms around him for a good kiss. He was definitely a tit man; I had to pull one of his hands back down to my pussy while I kissed him.
When I returned with Jerry’s tea, I put my top on. Now I was in heaven, my tits were covered, but my pussy wasn’t.
“I enjoyed the show, thanks. Now, do you see some cute guy here?”
“Several.” I replied.
“Good, walk over to one of them and hand him your top.”
“But, but what will everyone else say?”
“Gigi, you just walked over nude and let a guy work you over to your very obvious pleasure. No one said a thing and you’ve been topless every weekend for the past month. What has anyone said about that?”
“Nothing.”
“Exactly. Bring him a plate like you did to me. When you hand him the plate, sit on his lap. You might even pull his shorts down first and sit on his cock and screw him. Don’t stop anything he or anyone else does. Just enjoy it. Is that better?”
“Yes, I could do that.”
“This is how you will get that baby. Remember that anytime you even think about stopping someone. Don’t stop anything, encourage it. Always get the guys to go at least a little further than they would.”
“OK.” He said as he fingered my pussy again and untied my top again, leaving the strings fairly tight, but untied. “That’s good now. Go dive in before you go see him. Let me see how your top does from the diving board. Oh, Gigi.”
“Yes.” I asked.
“If your top falls off in the dive, leave it off.”
I smiled, “No, I’ll go serve him first. But if he leaves my top on and screws me, I’ll will dive and lose it in the pool.”
I was shy as I walked back to the line for food. There were about ten people in line in front of me. Then another cute boy stepped behind me. I tried to avoid him, but when I felt his hand squeezing my butt, I just smiled.
“You don’t mind?”
I just gave him a butterfly kiss and moved his hand to my pussy. Jerry’s hard cock was enjoying the show. The boy responded by reaching his hand all the way into my pussy like Jerry had done, but from the front this time. Then he squeezed my tits. This pushed my top almost off.
“Leave my top on. I want that guy over there to take it off while I fuck him.” I whispered in his ear.
“Who, Tony? Well I guess you won’t mind this.” He said as he squeezed and kissed my tits. I kissed his ear and rubbed his iron hard cock through his suit. I noticed that his mouth had pushed my top far enough over to let him nip my nipple with his teeth. I still couldn’t believe that no one, not even the elderly couple said anything. In fact the old man just smiled at me.
The boy pulled my top strings off and laid them over my shoulders while kissing my shoulders and neck. I moved forward again and the boy pulled me close to him and continued kissing my neck and tits, while playing with my pussy. I reached under his suit to squeeze his pole. It was a solid six inches and thick. Man, was I wet! I wanted that dick inside me.
“What’s your name?’ I asked the boy while was playing with my tits again, from behind this time.
“Harry.” he said. I felt his hard cock sliding against my butt. I reached behind me and slipped the tip out above his suit. It was so hard. I pushed his suit down to half uncover his cock and slipped my butt over it so that he was sliding against my slick labia. He couldn’t get in from that angle, but it sure felt good. No one was saying anything and I was thoroughly enjoying myself, though I still felt shameful.
“Horny little slut aren’t you?” The middle-aged woman serving the food asked me.
“Huh?” I asked distractedly.
“Aren’t you going to get a plate? Or are you just going to keep giving everyone a show?”
“A show? Oh yes, I guess I have been giving you a show.” Harry now handed me a plate and stuck his fingers in my pussy. He finished loosening my back string so that my top fell into the potato salad. I was so enraptured by the wet tip of his cock rubbing my butt cheeks and sliding between them that I never noticed till an hour or two later when the guy fucking me at the time, told me the lady had taken it out and dropped it behind the table. I reached behind and slid his cock all the way free.
“Thank you.” I said to Harry, not noticing how comfortable I had become with his hands all over and inside me. It just seemed natural to allow him to do anything he wanted to do. His cock was teasing my pussy even more with his now freed cock, rubbing my labia and teasing them, even sliding inside an inch or so. They were quickly soaked with my love juices. I began rocking on his cock in time to his slow strokes.
I blushed a little. “I guess I have been giving a show. “ I repeated. “Do you mind?” I asked while turning to face her. I leaned over and timed my push down with his push forward. This corrected the angle so that Harry slid right in. As his cock slid into my, oh so ready, pussy, I gasped and shuttered all the way up from my toenails, it seemed.
“Ohhhh, oh.” I moaned.
“Not really, there’s no little kids around, so enjoy yourself. But Dearie, aren’t you going to make him use a rubber?” She smiled.
I was panting a little from the fucking and spoke loudly enough for anyone on our side of the pool to hear me, “No, not today. I’m having so much fun, I think I may just screw every guy here,” I smiled back as Jim pumped me hard. ”If they use a rubber… mmmmm. That might be nice, I guess. No, when I’m this worked up, I don’t really care. And I do so enjoy a guy exploding inside me. Ohhhhhh.”
“Here. Will you take my plate till he finishes up in me?”
“Sure. Better that than you spilling it. You just stay right there while I move the potato salad down a little.”
With the plate gone, I focused on making Jim cum quickly. I squeezed his cock hard with my pussy at every stroke. I stretched around so that I could kiss him while we made love. I loved him pumping me from behind while his hands worked my tits over. It didn’t take long for Harry to fill me with his burning hot jism. I blushed and smiled at the older lady. After Harry shrunk out of me, she handed me my plate so that I could go see Tony. The feelings going through me as I realized I had just let a total stranger fuck me and not just fuck me, but fuck me in front of people whose names I didn’t even know, just some of their faces, were awesome. It was even better than on the river, since they were still there and smiling at me. I realized I had totally enjoyed myself. I was a slut, a total slut. But that’s what my husband wanted, wasn’t it. Well, he was right. I was having fun. I liked having a total stranger’s jism leaking out of me. I liked being a slut. Well, I had gone this far, it was time to see how much further I could go. I would prove to him how much I wanted that baby!
I spoke just loudly enough that anyone who was listening could hear me, “Bye Harry, and thanks. I loved the way you took control and just entered me and fucked me. You weren’t the shy gentleman; you just took what you wanted. It was fun. I love it when I have nothing covering me and guys just enter me without asking, it’s better for both of us. I want to do it again later. And maybe another day, rubbers would be nice, but not today.” I said loud enough for the whole pool to hear me, “Today, I don’t care who or how many guys I fuck, I want to feel you all explode inside me. I do really hope that every guy here will cum inside me at least once or twice.” I kissed him passionately and said quietly, “Now I’ve got to go see, or rather fuck, Tony.”
With one last squeeze of my butt, he pulled out and said, “Sure.”
I kissed him briefly again. “Thanks. I live at 214 in The Oaks of Kingsbridge. Come see me later today or tonight.”
“214. I can’t wait.”
A little more of his cum leaked out and dropped on his toe. He smiled at me and said, “Leaking aren’t you?”
I followed his eyes down to the bit of white on his toes and smiled. He gathered a little of his jism and rubbed on my tits while giving me some tongue.
The lady said, “Yes, she is. That’s what happens when you fuck a girl while she’s standing up.”
“My favorite position is doggy-style,” I told him. “In a little while, after you’re up again, let’s show everyone how it’s done.” I said as I squeezed and then kissed the tip of his limp cock. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I had always dreamed of being a slut like this. I felt so powerful; knowing the guys there wanted me and knowing that I would deny none of them from having me.
I winked at Jerry and sauntered over to Tony, putting a big sway into my hips.
“Hello gorgeous.” Tony said with a huge shit-eating grin.
“Here you go. I brought you some lunch.”
“Well, I’m not really hungry, but if you sit on my lap and feed me, I suppose I could eat.”
His cock was hard and thick. “I suppose I could do that.” I said as I stroked his cock. I set his lunch down beside his towel. He pulled his bottom down revealing that not only was his cock thick; it must have been nine-inches long. I had never had a cock so long inside of me. I actually had had a thicker cock inside me a month ago, but it wasn’t so long and he was wearing a rubber, a lubricated one. A naughty smile crossed my lips as I remembered that I hadn’t told Jerry about that one. He held it up so that I could mount myself on him. Determined to see how far I could go with all these people around, I licked it and rubbed it gently across my cheeks. Then I moved down to his balls, licking and sucking on them. He just closed his eyes and let me do what I wanted. I rubbed my pussy on his leg smearing Harry’s and my cum all over the hair of his shin as I humped it. I sucked each ball into my mouth, rubbing them with my tongue, and then took the tip of his cock in my mouth. I loved his sigh as I swirled my tongue all over the tip, even sticking my tongue into his slit, like I was Frenching his cock. I pulled off of him and rubbed his little bit of pre-cum across my cheeks and chin. I put his hand into my dripping pussy and rubbed my mixed love juices across my tits. Then I put her into his mouth to clean me off. Again no one said a thing. When I went down on him again, he pulled my head in tighter to his cock, forcing me to swallow more of it. I tried backing off, but he wouldn’t let me. When he came in my mouth or rather my throat, I gagged. He held the coke I had brought him up for me to drink. I drank half of it quickly.
“Sorry,” he said. “I hadn’t realized you didn’t swallow. I mean you just fucked Harry in front of everyone and came over here and started sucking on me.”
“No, no. It’s all right. I’ve never had someone cum in my mouth before and it was so salty. I don’t like salty things. But the coke helped, thanks. Harry said your name was Tony. Mine is Gigi.”
He held his hand out for me to shake, “I’m Tony. Glad to meet you.”
“Just a minute,” I said as I pulled his rather loose suit off. I grabbed his finger and used it to wipe off the jism that escaped my mouth and did a repeat of what we had done with Harry’s cum. I went to stroking his cock, finally resorting to licking it again till it stood to attention. This time I focused on the taste and realized it wasn’t so bad. I vowed that today I would learn to like or at least pretend to like jism.
I sat down on his lap, taking care to guide that throbbing cock into my hungry pussy lips. With Harry’s cum still filling me, I slid over him easily and took him all the way in, all nine inches of him in one fast slide. It didn’t hurt at all. It just felt wonderful. Tony’s hands slid around to my butt and as he lifted and lowered me onto his huge pole, I glanced back at Jerry. I had his total attention. He had even put his book down. I squeezed Tony’s cock with my pussy. I rocked on that huge cock enjoying the feel of it deep within me. I smiled at Tony and laid my hands on his chest as I rode him while he squeezed my butt and helped me to ride him hard.
Then I took a small piece of the barbeque, rubbed it all over my tit, and stuffed it in his mouth. Then I stuffed my tit in afterward so that he could suck her clean. As he vacuumed her, I rocked back and forth for a minute, fucking him. I couldn’t believe this. I was fucking a second total stranger in front of thirty-five people I barely knew! This was great.
His hands were on my tits now, kneading them like bread doe. I rubbed up some potato salad on my left tit and leaned forward again. He sucked it out of my hand, then off my fingers, and then off my nipple. We continued like this until he finished his plate. Then he grabbed my ass and really pumped me. It was wonderful! Finally, he unloaded in my pussy. I swear I came each time he spurted inside me again. I was groaning in I leaned over and kissed him for a long time and told him to come visit me that evening as well. He got hard and fucked me again while I was still mounted on him. He rolled me over and did me doggy-style. I was in heaven! He fucked me for a good half hour while I groaned till I was hoarse. At last! He came in me and I collapsed. He got up and jumped into the pool while I just lay there, thinking how good that was. Everyone was going to be talking about me, saying what a slut I was. Well that was just fine. I looked over at Jerry. He smiled at me and gave me the thumbs up.
“Tony, I’m going to suck you off again. Would you get someone to come fuck me while I suck you?”
“Sure.”
I was still working on his balls when I felt someone slide inside me. I didn’t look to see who it was, I enjoyed the feel of two cocks in me at once. This guy gave me a pretty good fuck, but came long before Tony, since Tony had already cum a couple of times. He outlasted two other guys as well, before filling me with his hot salty jism. This time I was ready for the taste and enjoyed it. Of course it helped that I was getting banged pretty hard by another guy. I pulled off him to lay on my side for a little change of position. Another guy, I don’t know who, filled my mouth again, so I got to taste a different semen. I hadn’t realized that they all were different. I was so mellow, I was definitely getting to enjoy this. And Jerry said I needed to fuck an average of thirty or more guys a week! Wow. This was going to be great!
Finally, after two or three other guys filled me on both ends, I got up and dived into the pool. After swimming for about ten minutes, I pulled myself up on the side of the pool and asked Jerry, “Did you like the show?”
“Wonderful. Don’t get out yet. Someone else is coming to visit you.”
Just then I felt the water move as someone swam up behind me.
“Don’t say anything to him or look at him until after he cums in you. Then introduce yourself.”
The man came up behind me and entered me. He was good sized, but seemed tiny after Tony and another one of the guys who had just had me. I let him fuck me for quite awhile. Finally, I said, “Would you mind if I tanned? I want to lie down and sunbathe while you finish me.”
“All right.”
I got out of the pool, taking care to not look at him. I lay on my belly so that he could enter me in favorite position, doggy-style.
After he got into the rhythm again, he said, “I’m about to cum. Is it all right if I cum inside you?”
“Are you clean?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Then please do. Like I said earlier, feeling hot cum inside me just puts me over the edge. It’s the best part of fucking. I hate rubbers”
Man, when he said he was about to come, he really meant it. He came in load after load, filling me to overflowing. It felt like he had pumped gallons in me. I came and came and came.
I said, while still on my belly, “I loved how much you came in me. Come over and screw me again, later. Room 214. Oh, from now on, whenever you see me, I want you to feel me up. If I have no panties on, pull my skirt up to my waist to finger me or pull my shorts down. Whatever it takes to get to my pussy. Let her be seen. Drop my skirt or shorts to the ground and I’ll step out of them while you greet me properly. If I have on no bra; pull my top off and toss it away, far away. Then I want you to thoroughly enjoy them in public while you finger my pussy or even fuck me.”
He said, “Not just at the pool?”
“No, anywhere you see me, anywhere at all. At the pool, just take off my bottom, I won’t even bring my top after last weekend, and, actually I just decided I won’t wear a bottom again except on my period, but if I do, I want you to feel me up and fill me up as often as you can. I insist that you fuck me at the pool at least twice a day when we’re both there. You fuck so good, I want you to feel free to fuck my anytime you want to.”
“Sounds good to me. I’m glad I invited you here today.”
“I just realized, I don’t even know your name.”
Then I finally turned around and saw who it was. It was that old man who had always enjoyed seeing me topless! Well, the way he fucked, he could have me anytime. I remembered the rest of the deal with Jerry. I had gone this far, I wasn’t going to mess things up now.
“Name’s Rod. I know that you’re Gigi.”
“Well, I am certainly glad to have finally met you and been fucked by you. Oh, I forgot, you know how my husband used to untie my top till it fell off?”
“Yes.”
“Anytime I wear strings, anywhere, I want you to untie me. I won’t retie my clothes till the fall off. That’s anywhere, the mall, the grocery store, anywhere.”
I glanced over at Jerry, five feet away. He smiled and gave me a big thumbs up.
The next thing I said made him look shocked and smile even more, “And, at least if Jerry’s around, ask some other guys to do that too. Preferably someone new to me. Tell them that I won’t ever stop someone from entering my pussy if she’s not covered. If they get my bottom off, they can fuck me. But they can’t just take my bottom off, it has to fall off unless someone else untied it, then they can just pull it off, right Jerry?”
“Right, as long as it is untied, the next guy, should just toss it at least ten feet from you and do whatever he wants. You need to tell new guys that, as long as the skin is bare, you will not stop them, no matter what they do, including fucking you. I want you to always mention the fucking you part, in case some of them are slow.”
“It’ll be a pleasure. After today, I’m ready to fuck anyone, anytime, anywhere.”
“My, my. You have really come a long way since April when I thought you were going to slap Jerry for pulling your top off at the pool.”
“Uh huh. Do you like the changes?”
“How could I not like them? You’ve invited me to fuck you whenever I want, feel you up whenever I see you, and invite other guys to do the same. Even my wife liked how bold you were today when she took your plate while the first guy fucked you. You’ve made this party into a true orgy, thanks.”
After he kissed me appreciatively, I rolled over and a lot of the cum filling me just oozed out. I started to wipe it off with my towel, but Jerry said, “Sweet pea, just leave it. Ask someone else to come rub suntan lotion into your breasts.”
I looked around to find another guy, but one was already kneeling beside me. I pushed the lotion aside and pulled his lips to my tits. He kissed and squeezed them while I pulled off his bikini type swim trunks. Then I handed him the lotion and pulled him into me. He was thick, really thick, but the huge load of come from the old man really made it easy for him to enter me. He sat up, leaving the sun on my tits. I loved him rubbing me down while he very slowly fucked me. I wrapped my legs around him to pull him even deeper into me. He pulled my legs up one at a time to rub them down. That was wonderful! As he finished with them, I wrapped them back around him and pulled him into me in rhythm with his strokes. I tightened my pussy down as much as I could. Jerry is small, so I practice that a lot. Being so tight made him come after only a few minutes. I held him inside me and said, “Come in me again.” I pleaded while pulling him down to devour his lips and neck.
His cock cooperated. After he came in me again, I just laid back and tanned for a half hour. I woke up when another guy entered me. After a few minutes I asked him to rub my back take me doggy style. I noticed after he finished that most of the girls were fucking one or even two guys and I remembered what the old man had said about an orgy. My first orgy, cool.
“May I?” a girl asked as she picked up my tanning lotion.
“Uh, I’m not sure.”
“Not a lezzie, eh. It’s all right, I just want to eat your pussy and suck out a lot of that cum, you’ve been getting filled up with.”
Jerry said, “Try it, you might like it.”
I looked at him angrily for a second, but lay back and spread my legs.
It felt great! She was so gentle and seemed to know instinctively how to push my buttons. I came within minutes and she kept me cumming. It was incredible. I let her rub me down, front and back. She kissed me. After a startled second, I responded and pulled her tight.
I rolled her over and before I knew it, I was kissing her tits, like she had kissed mine. She put her finger to my lips and said, “Later, tonight, you’re going to be too sore for those guys you invited to your apartment, but I can make you feel better. We’ll spend the night together and I’ll fuck your husband too, if its all right with you. I notice he’s the only guy not fucking every other girl here.”
“Well…”
“Please.”
“Well, all right, but he’s mine. You can fuck him, but he’s mine.”
“Of course, my name’s Jill, by the way.”
“Gigi.”
“Glad you came today.”
Jerry rolled over as Jill got up. He had already fucked me a couple of times, praising me quietly while he did. Late that afternoon, when he was fucking me for the third or maybe forth time, he pulled out after just a few strokes.
“We’re going to do something new.”
“What’s that?” I asked, not really caring what he did, even entering my butt. Since I had just thought of that, I wasn’t really surprised when I felt him at my backdoor, pushing gently. After working his way a little in, he would go back to dip his cock in my overflowing pussy, before pushing his way deeper into my butthole. After a few minutes, he just popped in. I sucked in breath as he did, it felt so good! He did rip me a little, but he was gentle. When he came, it felt as good as a guy exploding in my pussy.
“I want to see you take three guys a couple of times before we go. OK?”
“Uh huh.” I croaked. I could barely speak anymore, I had cum so many times and I’m a groaner, which is tough on my throat.
The next guy that came over to fuck me had a slim cock, though longer than Jerry’s, so I asked him to buttfuck me. I then invited Tony over to fuck me and Harry to fill my mouth. They really worked me over. That instantly became my favorite way to fuck, three at once. I gave them all the same invitation I had given the old man, Rod.
Jerry handed me a towel, but not my suit. It was still in the pool and beside the food. I realized that Jill was right; I wasn’t going to be able to fuck anymore tonight. I asked her to bring my suit with her when she came over. I went a apologized to each guy for not being able to do anymore tonight and discovered that most of them were all fucked out too. There had been fourteen other girls there as well, after all. I told most of them the same thing I had told Rod and that I wanted them to spread the word. I wanted guys I had never seen to come feel me up and untie, but I told them to stop it there. One guy knowing he had permission to strip and fuck me anywhere, anytime with at least one other guy helping him seemed like enough. Besides, word would get around from that. Within a couple of months, I probably was going to find myself fucked anytime I stepped out of the apartment. Well, there are worse things, I suppose.
I kept my vow to never wear a suit to the pool again that summer. I was stroked and felt up everywhere I went. I loved it. I was fucked by total strangers by the mailboxes many times and by friends even more. At least once per week, I was stripped naked in a parking lot or behind a clothes rack in a store and sometimes gang-banged. I have had sex with my new friends a number of times in all kinds of outrageous places. These are all past tense because best of all, we have a little girl. She is just beginning to walk now. Jerry and I are planning the next out-of-wedlock baby. This one will have fewer fathers, since I can’t get as outrageous. We aren’t sure just yet, how we want to do it. We’ll let you know how it comes out.
This really did happen in Baton Rouge in the 1985. The Oaks of Kingsbridge really is where it all began, but my name is different. Looking back, my only regret is that I was in such a rush to have Christie, it would have been nice to continue fucking everything in sight for several more years. And yes, all four of my kids have seen me screwing a number of different guys, but things toned down a lot with the first baby and then the others that followed. And yes, while I do have four kids, only the fourth is definitely Jerry’s. We continued swinging for several more years after that first unbelievable summer.

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Michelle – Sleepover 2 – Ch 10

Oh my God! Penises! The box contained several different pretend penises…different colors…different sizes…but no mistaking what they were!
“Jen,” I squealed, “Where did you…how did you…what…?”
“These are some of my very best friends,” she whispered in a conspiring voice. “Sometimes when there’s no guys around and my fingers just aren’t enough…”
“Oh my God!” I gasped again, even as my hand reached into the box and began fondling and sifting through the different pieces.
Plastic…metal…rubber…beads on a string…beads on a plastic wand…some really wierd shaped…things…not penises…narrow at one end…very fat at the other…pink…smooth…with a flat base.
“Jen,” I gasped again, ” where…how…what…?”
“This is my pussy’s favorite,” she confided. She was holding a pink penis. It looked so real. I reached out and touched it…gripped it. It even felt real…just like my brother’s…just like Jeff’s. But it was a lot bigger than either of theirs. Not really any longer, but a lot fatter.
She continued showing me the contents. “This is my clit’s favorite,” she breathed, holding up a shiny metal penis.
“You clit’s favorite?” I asked, somewhat confused.
“Yeah,” she murmured. She twisted the base of the piece and held it out to me. “Feel.”
I reached out and clasped the shiny penis. Oh my God! It was buzzing and vibrating. I felt an instant flood of juices, just imagining what that …that…that…thing would feel like buzzing against my clit!
She twisted the base back and laid it down, picking up the beads. “These are my butt’s favorites,” she confided.
“Your butt’s?” I asked, somewhat increduously. My mind was in a whir. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing…or hearing. This is the girl that had just licked my pussy! I had just licked hers! I licked her butt! She had her fingers in mine! And now this?
“Yeah,” she replied, holding up the string with the six beads on it. “You slide these up inside your butt one at a time, and then when you’re ready to come…when you start to come…you pull them out. It’s fantastic! I come so hard!” she added quickly.
I examined the string in her hand, and the beads on it, and tried to imagine what it would feel like to have them pushed inside my back hole…and then pulled out…while I was coming!
“Then what about these?” I asked, grasping the firm plastic wand with the beads on it.
“Same thing,” she replied. “The beads feel just the same, except with this one you can push it in and pull it out…pump it. With the string, it takes forever to push them back inside once you’ve pulled them out.
My imagination was going crazy, my pussy was pulsing as I reached back into the box and pulled out one of the wierd shaped pink rubber things. “And this?” I asked.
“That’s a butt plug,” she replied nonchalantly. “See how skinny it is at the tip and how fat it is at the base?” she asked.
I just nodded dumbly…still somewhat stunned.
“When you first put the tip in your ass it will open you up…but as you push it in further and deeper and get to the bigger parts…it stretches you way open. It’s great,” she continued, “Even better than a guy’s cock because this will open you up slowly. It doesn’t hurt as much at first like a guy’s cock does.”
I sat frozen, dumbfounded. Still, the tingles rushing through my pussy were getting stronger, more and more fierce…demanding…
“This,” she said with a wicked grin, holding up another penis, “is my very special favorite friend.”
I looked at the penis in her hand, and noticed the way the top of it was curved to one side. My mind instantly flashed back to my private pleasure party, and the banana…with the curved end…how I had twisted it inside of me…how it touched my channel in places I had never felt before.
Jen’s grin grew even more wicked as she held it up in front of my face. “Check this out,” she said and reached for the base. She started twirling the small lever in the bottom. Oh my God! The curved head was rotating around and around!
My pussy spasmed and I felt a flood of juices as I imagined what that thing would feel like up inside of me…the head twirling around and around…
My eyes must have been wide as saucers…my mouth agape…because Jen just sat there for a few seconds.
“Well,” she whispered finally, “you ready?”
“Ready?” I replied weakly.
“Yeah,” she replied firmly. “We gotta educate you girl!”
I just sort of nodded…not sure what to say.
“Get up on your hands and knees,” she instructed, taking charge.
I did as she asked and for a moment felt nothing…except silly. There I was, naked on my best friend’s bed, on my hands and knees, her right behind me…I’m sure staring at both of my holes.
A moment later I felt her tongue probing my little back hole, followed in seconds by feeling her pushing something up into my pussy.
“What are you doing?” I asked, confused and turned on at the same time.
Her tongue left my butt as she replied, “These are the beads on the wand. We gotta get them good and wet first or else they won’t go in…or else they’ll hurt.”
Her tongue returned to teasing my butt opening, and I felt the “thing” sliding in and out of my pussy. She kept this up for a few moments, then I felt her pull it all the way out. Within seconds, I felt something much larger trying to push up into my pussy.
“Now what?” I asked rather meekly.
“This is the first one I showed you,” she replied. “Trust me…it’s gonna fill you up just great…enjoy.”
She pushed and I felt if enter me. She was right! It was fat enough that it stretched me a little bit, but didn’t hurt at all. It was wonderful! She pushed it in furthur and I moaned. I had never felt so completely full! (Well…maybe with the cucumber) But this was different…it wasn’t me doing this…it was my best friend…and a girl at that!
She started a slow in and out movement with the fake penis and within moments I was breathing heavy…almost panting.
“Hang on,” she breathed. Seconds later I felt a pressure against my tiny back hole…and then she pushed. The first bead on the wand popped up inside of me! It wasn’t really pain…just a slight discomfort as my little opening accepted the bead, and then closed right back up after it was inside.
She pushed again…and I felt the second one slide inside me. The penis in my pussy was moving faster now, and my breathing was getting ragged.
I felt the third…then the fourth…fifth…sixth…bead enter my butt, and then the movement in my backside stopped. The penis in my pussy was now moving faster, and I thought I could maybe feel the beginnings of another orgasm approaching.
The movement in my pussy stopped just as I was starting to feel the first waves. “What now?” I whimpered.
“Trust me,” was all she replied.
Moments later, I felt the fake penis pulled from my channel, and within seconds felt something else being pushed up inside of me.
This one was a little longer, but not as thick. All of a sudden, I felt the tip rubbing against my inner wall. Oh God! I thought…the one with the curved head!
She started twisting the lever, and I could feel the curved end rubbing all around my insides. This was incredible! My very depths being touched…caressed…not even the banana had felt like this. She increased the speed, and the rotating penis head was now driving me crazy! Again…I felt my orgasm approaching.
Again…she stopped.
“Now what!” I cried out, the frustration…the…desperation… apparent in my voice.
She crawled up next to me and looked me in the eye as she held up the shiny metal penis. She twisted the base and held it lightly against my cheek.
“Take this,” she murmured, “and hold it against your clit.”
She pressed the buzzing toy into my hand and moved back down the bed. Moments later, I felt the head of the penis in my pussy start to rotate again. This was heaven! I reached down between my legs with the buzzing toy in my hand and brought it to rest against my clit.
OH MY GOD!
Electricity shot through me! This was incredible! I had never felt…never imagined…anything like this! The buzzing…the vibrating…against my clit…the head of the curved penis twirling around in the depths of my pussy!
My orgasm was quickly approaching, and I knew this time there would be no stopping it. She twirled the toy inside of me faster, and I pressed the vibrating penis harder against my clit. My hips were bucking…my chest heaving…breathing ragged…and it started…
Wave after wave after wave of the most unbelievable ecstasy crashed through me. I couldn’t breath…couldn’t move…couldn’t…anything!
I was panting as my orgasm built…and built…and built.
I was moaning and whimpering as it peaked…but then it didn’t stop…the waves just kept coming and coming and coming…stronger and stronger and stronger.
I think I was sobbing…maybe even screaming…I don’t know…
Just when I was sure I had reached the very absolute peak of pleasure…I felt the first bead being pulled out of my butt.
It started growing all over again…wave after wave…
The second bead…
Gasping…can’t breath…
The third bead…
Dizzy…light headed…delerious with pleasure…
Fourth…
Whimpering…babbling…
Fifth…
Sobbing openly…crying…
Sixth…
I came to kind of slowly…not too sure at first where I even was.
I opened my eyes and saw Jen looking down into my face…a kind of a wry smile on her face.
She reached out a hand and gently brushed the hair from my sweating forehead.
Still disoriented, I mumbled, “What happened?”
“You came girl…I mean you really came…” she whispered in a husky voice.
“But Jen…” I protested weakly, “I’ve come before…but…but…”
“Well you did it right this time,” she chuckled. “I think you actually passed out for a couple of minutes.”
“Oh God,” I mumbled. What was happening to me? This…coming like that…with a girl…not even a guy…with toys?”
“It was a good one girl,” she chuckled again. “The comforter underneath you is soaking wet.”
I was suddenly embarassed…humiliated. The most unbelieable powerful orgasm I had ever had…with a girl…not even with a girl…with her toys!
I didn’t know what to say…my face bright red with an embarassed blush.
“Relax,” Jen cooed, “That’s the way a good come is supposed to be.”
Trying desparately to regroup and regain my senses, I managed to mumble, “But what about you?”
“Don’t worry,” she chuckled again. “I can play with these anytime…this one was for you…”
The warm afterglow of my incrediable orgasm was still filling me as we looked into each other’s eyes. Somehow, I knew our relationship had just changed…forever.

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Michelle-The Plot-Jeff Pt.1 – Ch.7

I awoke slowly in the morning, realizing as I did that one of my hands was down inside my panties. Memories of last night started floating through my brain. The movie, all the things I had seen, things I’d never dreamt of. The girl with the penis in her mouth…the girl with the penis in her butt…the guy’s penis squirting into a girl’s open mouth…two girls licking each other’s pussies…
My finger started stroking up and down my moist slit as these images washed through me. I remembered the girls using the fake penises on each other, and remembered what I had felt while I had been pushing the cucumber in and out of my own pussy. I thought about the scene of the girl bending the guy over the kitchen counter, and then running her tongue up and down the crack of his butt, finally focusing and dipping her tongue in and out of his little hole. My amazement when she removed her tongue and replaced it ith first one, and then two of her fingers, pumping in and out, the groans he made, the expresion on his face. How she reached around him and stroked his penis with one hand while pumping his butt with her other.
I thought back to last night with my candle, first wetting it in my pussy, then pushing it into my little back hole, pumping it in and out while I worked the cucumber in and out of my pussy. The intense feeling of having both holes filled up at the same time.
My finger movements increased as my pussy got wetter and wetter. I kept thinking back to the movie, all the scenes involving butts.
I moved my other hand down my backside, and started teasing my tight puckered little anus. I tried to push a finger in, but it wouldn’t go. I brought the hand to my pussy, inserting the finger and swrirling it around until it became nice and wet. I returned it to my butt, and pushed again. This time my little hole opened up and swallowed my finger greedily. I began moving it in and out as my other hand went back to my pussy, these fingers now toying with my suddenly hard clit. My breathing grew harsh, and I felt my orgasm approaching as I increased the movements of both hands. In a matter of a few more seconds, I had treated myself to a delicious morning come.
As I started to come down and my breathing returned to normal, I realized jsut how badly I had to pee. Glancing at the clock, I climbed out of bed. Not even seven o’clock yet, I realized as I walked out of the room. I idly wondered why I had woken up so early.
I went down the hall, noticing as I passed Ricky’s room that he wasn’t there. I turned the corner to the bathroom and was surprised to see him standing at the sink, shaving, clad as usual only in his boxer shorts.
At first he didn’t notice me standing in the doorway. I had a bit of a dilema. I really needed to pee, but he looked to be a ways away from being done. I suddenly remembered what a turn on it had been for me to watch him pee, and wondered if…?
Feeling suddenly very naughty, I walked right in, and as I edged past him asked nonchalantly, “Up so early…?”
As first he barely glanced at me as he mumbled, “Early shift at work today…”
I moved past him to the toilet. I brazenly raised my nightshirt and lowered my panties, sitting down on the seat. From the corner of my eye, I could see him now staring openly at me. I opened my legs a bit, and released my stream.
He continued staring at me, and although I knew he could see very little, if anything, the sound of my stream splashing in the water in the bowl was unmistakable.
He was still gawking as my stream slowed, and stopped. I reached for the roll of tissue, and made a show of slowly and deliberately wiping my pussy. I was rewarded by a telltale twitch in his boxers.
I stood, flushed, and slowly pulled my panties up my legs. He was rinsing off his face as I started to leave when he suddenly asked, “So did you enjoy the movie?” He eyed me with a knowing look, the grin on his face widening.
I walked around behing him, reaching both arms around his chest. I lightly strummed his nipples with my fingertips. (He loves that.) As I continued teasing his now hard nipples, I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Did I ever! It was very enlightening…even educational,” I purred.
Watching him in the mirror as I continued caressing him, I could see a bulge growing in his boxers.
“Did it turn you on? Which part did you like the best?” he asked, trying to sound casual.
“Pretty much all of them,” I replied throatily. I continued my teasing caresses, watching him in the mirror as I added, “One of my favorites was the guy squirting into the girl’s open mouth.” The sudden jerk in his boxers gave him away. “The scene where the guy had his penis in the girl’s butt was REALLY hot!” I moaned into his ear. His shorts twitched again. “But I think my very favorite was where the girl was running her tongue all around his balls, then all around his butt, and then pushing it in and out of his little hole.”
I heard his sharp intake of breath as his eyes narrowed. His shorts twitched a couple more times and his breathing was getting labored. I was really, really, REALLY tempted to drop his boxers and see what kind of reaction I would get from putting MY tongue in HIS butt, but decided to wait with that idea until sometime when he wasn’t getting ready for work.
Instead, I lowered my right hand and gripped his now semi hard penis in a loose fist through his shorts. I felt it grow bigger and harder as I squeezed it a couple of times. I purred in his ear, “Maybe we could watch it together some time?”
His jaw dropped and his eyes met mine in the mirror. I reached my hand through the opening in his boxers, gripping him and stroking. He just kept staring at me in the mirror as I increased my hand movements, going faster and faster, squeezing harder and harder.
He was openly panting within seconds, and a couple moments later jerked, froze, then squirted…all over the counter…into the sink…a little on the mirror.
“Sorry bro,” I murmured, “but I’m not on clean up detail today. Think about the movie.”
I blew him a quick kiss and left, returning to my room.
I quickly made my bed, and the “brush” with brother Ricky was soon forgotten as my mind turned to what I expected (hoped!) would be happening later on in the day. I had had an “almost” incident with my next door neighbor Jeff yesterday, stopped before it got really interesting by the sound of his parents returning home.
I had rinsed out and dried the bra and panties I had worn yesterday, and laid them out on the bed, planning to use them again today. They wer perfect for my plan. Intended for the heat of summer, they were a very lightwight filmy mterial, teasingly semi transparent. The dark areas around my nipples were easy to make out, and the panties were small and tight enough that they hugged my pussy tightly, making the outline of my lips and slit pretty obvious. The best part about my “costume” however, was when it got wet. The filmy material would then turn completely transparent, and although technically still dressed, the cover up ability of the bra and panties was reduced to that of a sheet of clear plastic wrap.
I left my room and started down to the kitchen for my morning juice, and maybe a bite of breakfast. As I was barefoot, I was virtually soundless as I padded across the carpet. I could hear the sound of my mom’s voice as I approached the kitchen. I got to the door and froze. My mom was standing behind my dad, clutching him in a bear hus. Her arms were around him. One hand was stroking, rubbing, caressing, the bulge in the front of his pants as she cooed in his ear, “Don’t make any plans for after work.”
I remaind frozen, standing and staring, mesmerized, in shock as my mom continued to fondle my dad’s groin. The bulge in the front of his pants was growing noticeably. Mom continued talking into his ear, although she had lowered her voice to a whisper, and I could no longer hear what she was saying. My dad let out a soft groan.
They hadn’t seen or heard me, and I hastily retreated a few steps. My mom and dad! I had never even thought about them in a sexual way, and had never given any thought at all to what (if any), sex life they might have. (Even though at the time they were both only in their mid thirties.) Thinking about it, I realized both my mom and dad would probably be considered quite attractive. Both were trim and fit, keeping themselves in good shape. I don’t know if my dad would be considered handsome, but I thought my mom was quite pretty, even sexy. Her figure is a lot like mine, slim and slender but with really nice breasts. (hers, I think, are a little bigger than mine. Where I am a 36C, she is probably a 38, and maybe a D cup.)
But still…MY MOM AND DAD?????
Regrouping quickly, I coughed loudly twice, anouncing my approach to the kitchen. Sure enough, when I walked through the door, my mom and dad had parted. This time in, however, I couldn’t help but cast a few furtive glances at the bulge in my dad’s pants, the bulge that just a moment ago my mom had been fondling and stroking!
I grabbed a glass of juice and a muffin and headed toward the table. I put them down and turned as my dad announced, “We gotta run sweetie. We’re running a few minutes late.”
I moved quickly and gave my mom the customary hug, and peck on the cheek. I turned and gave dad a quick kiss, but intentionally pressed my hips against his when I went to hug him. I could feel his hardness pressing against me! “Wow,” I thought to myself, “Who would have thought…?”
Turning away quickly to hide my now blushing face, I said in a light, slightly flip voice, “Have all kinds of fun at work. See ya when you get home.”
I finished my juice and muffin as they departed, and left the kitchen, heading back to my room. Ricky was coming down the stairs as I headed up them. I just couldn’t resist it as we passed. I reached out and squeezed the front of his pants, whispering in my sexiest voice, “Don’t forget what I said about the movie.”
He froze and I continued for a few seconds rhythmically squeezing the rapidly growing bulge in the front of his pants. “What?” I asked innocently, “Would that embarass you?”
He just grinned and moved on, shaking his head. I reached my bedroom door just as I heard the sound of the front door, announcing his departure. I now had the house all to myself.
Although I knew I would be spending a fair amount of time in the pool shortly, I decided to go ahead and jump in the shower anyway. I quickly lathered and rinses my hair, then grabbed my razor and did a quick shave under my arms. I moved on down to do my legs and, as I finished with them, I looked briefly at the very sparse, fine hairs surrounding my pussy. Thinking back to the movie I had watched last night, I remembered that all of the girls had their pussies shaved to one extent or another, and briefly debated shaving my own. I decided against if for the time being, and replaced the razor, reaching for the body wash. I quickly lathered, then rinsed, my entire body.
I knew I had come several times (I lost count!), in the past couple days, and since I didn’t own a proper douche, decided to clean myself inside the old fashioned way. (I had done this several times in the past, and pretty much had it down to a science.)
I grabbed the tube of body wash, and squatted down on my haunches, knees spread far apart. Using two fingers of my left hand, I spread my pussy lips wide open, and with my right hand inseerted the tube as far up inside of me as it would go. I squeezed the end as I slowly withdrew the tube, depositing a liberal amount of the gel the entire depth of my pussy. Setting the tube aside, I kept my lips spread open and inserted two fingers of my right hand deep up inside of me. I alternated between wriggling nad twisting them back and forth, along with pumping them in and out. When I was satisfied that I had thoroughly cleaned every bit of my inner channel, at least all the parts I could reach, I withdrew my fingers and stood.
I removed the hand held shower nozzle from the wall mount holder, and adjusted the dial from “spray” to “jet”. I squatted back down, and again spreading my lips with the fingers of my left hand, brought the stream of water right up against my open pussy. I could feel the water rushing up inside of me, and watched as the sudsy froth began flowing back out. I kept this up for a couple of minutes until the water flowing back out of me turned clear.
Satisfied that I had thoroughly rinsed my insides, I moved my fingers to spread my lips at the very top, exposing the hood over my clit. I aimed the stream of water at that spot, and within seconds felt the familiar warmth spreading through my body as my clit started to respond to the water’s caress. I thought briefly about treating myself to another come, but decided that would defeat the purpose of having just cleaned the insides of my pussy.
I stood, adjusting the dial setting back to “spray”, and was replacing it in the wall rack when a very naughty idea flashed through my brain. I remembered the incredible sensations from last night when I was sliding the candle deep in and out of my butt, and my brain went into overdrive.
I grabbed the tube of body wash, turning around so my back was to the showerhead. I spread my legs and bent over as far as I could. I reached back with one hand to spread my cheeks, and used the other to press the tube as tightly as I could against my little back hole. I couldn’t get the whole width of the tube to go up inside of me, but did get enough of the tip in me so that when I squeezed, I could feel the gel ooze up inside me.
I squeezed a small amount of the gel onto my middle finger, and set the tube aside. Reaching back, I brought my finger up to my hole and pressed firmly. I felt it slip inside of me and pushed harder, until the entirety of my finger was up inside my tight back channel. I started moving it about, wiggling it, twisting it, sliding it in and out. Again, the sensation was delicious, not really sexual, but very erotic, and a definite turn on! Feeling brave, I removed my finger and brought it together with my index finger. Reaching back, I tried to push both up into me. It was several seconds before my hole relented and I was able to get them in. At first, it actually hurt some, but after a few seconds the pain became nothing more than a mild discomfort…which also quickly faded. I started moving my fingers about…wiggling…twisting…pumping…
I continued my back channel massage for another minute or so, then removed my fingers. I grabbed the showerhead back off the wall rack, again adjusting the dial back to “jet”. I turned the water on up to full force and bent back over.
I brought the jet right up close, aimed right at my little hole. It was only seconds before I felt my opening relax and open up, the water then streaming right up inside of me.
I looked back between my spread legs, expecting to see the same sudsy froth flowing back out of me. I was stunned, and more than a little bit grossed out, when the water flowing back out was a murky, slimy, brownish color.
I stood stright up, in shock, and only slowly realized that I had just given myself my first enema!
With this “enlightening”, and the realization that I hadn’t hurt myself, or done anything wrong, I bent back over and returned the water jet to my butt. I held it there for a full minute, maybe two, until the brown color started to fade and the water running out of me became clearer and clearer.
Finally satisfied that I had thoroughly cleaned out both of my holes, I straightened, set the dial back to “spray”, and returned the head to the wall rack. I turned off the water and stepped from the shower, toweling off quickly.
I towel dired my hair as best I could, then spent a few minutes with the blow dryer.
I grabbed my nightshirt and panties off of the floor and started down the hall to my room. I noticed on the way that there was still a large dark, damp spot in the front of my panties from my early morning come, and, as I entered my room, couldn’t resist bringing them up to my face. I pressed the wet spot against my nose and inhaled deeply, once, twice, then a third time. I really liked the scent and decided it smelled like…well…sex!
It turned ME on, and I remembered how excited my brother Ricky had gotten when I held my fingers, soaked with my juices, up to his nose and mouth.
I was wondering if that special scent (and taste) would have the same effect on Jeff, (assuming of course he actually showed up.)
I dropped my nightshirt and still damp panties in the laundry hamper, and moved to my bed to put on my “costume”.
I put the bra on first, then stepped in front of my free standing full length mirror. I gazed at my breasts, able to see the dark rings of my nipples through the flimsy material. I quickly brought my hand up and lightly teased my nipples. They immediately became hard and upright, straining against the material. (You should know that although my breasts are only avereage (36C), my nipples are something else. They don’t look like anything special most of the time, but when they get excited, (or cold!), they will stand right out and grow to a full 1/2″.)
I turned back to the bed and grabbed my panties, stepping in and pulling them up over my hips. They were one, maybe two sizes too small, and when I turned back to the mirror I could see the way they hugged my pussy, clearly outlining the shape of my lips, and making the somewhat darker shadow of my slit kind of visible.
Although I had looked at my pussy many times before, I had never really LOOKED at it. I pulled my panties back off my legs and walked over to the full height mirror. I pulled it right next to my bed, adjusting the angle of the tilt so it was slightly down.
I hopped up on my bed, scooting right to the edge in front of the mirror. I raised my knees and spread them far apart. For the first time, I was REALLY looking at my pussy. It looked so…soft, so…pink! I lowered my hand and spread my lips open, trying to see up inside myself. That didn’t really work, so I contented myself with just gazing at the little bit of soft, pink, inner flesh that I could see.
“Wow,” I thought to myself. “So this is what the guys get so turned on looking at.”
I moved my fingers to the very top of my slit, spreading my lips again, hoping to see what my clit, my little “magic button”, actually looked like, but all I could see was the hood covering it.
I lightly caressed the hood, hoping to entice my clit to get hard and pop out, but felt myself getting moist before it came into view. Since this, again, would have defeated the purpose of my internal “bath”, I stopped and hopped off the bed.
I pulled my panties back on and returned the mirror to the corner.
Checking myself one last time in the mirror, I decided I was satisfied with my appearance and made my way down to the back deck and the pool.
I had planned this fairly carefully, and decided that when (if) Jeff showed up, I would be “dozing” on the lounge, my legs splayed out, pointing in the direction of the door he would be coming through.
I grabbed one of the reclining lounge chairs and moved it into position. I went back inside and retrieved my portable radio, bringing it out back with my dark sunglasses. (My plotting had led me to figure out that with the sunglasses on, nobody on the outside looking in at me could even tell if my eyes were open or closed, much less where exactly they were looking. I grabbed a soda from the fridge, picked up my magazine, and strategically placed them both on the edge of the pool, directly over my “magic water jet”. I placed the radio right next to them, and turned it up just loud enough that Jeff would be able to hear it next door and know I was outside.
Checking around the deck one more time, I was satisfied my “stage was set”, and started toward the lounge chair. I happened to glance in the corner and noticed the oversized tire inner tube that we used as a pool float.
Inspiration hit!
I quickly grabbed it and threw it in the water. After giving it a minute, I flipped it over, so the wet (cool) side was up. I eased myself into the water and hoisted myself up on the tube. I positioned myself so that I could lay back, shoulders and head resting on one side of the tube, legs dangling over the other, with my butt half sticking down through the opening in the middle.
I looked down to check the view that I thought I would be affording Jeff, (hopefully) and realized I was too far down in the water. I readjusted my position, hoisting myself up a little bit, and looked down again.
“Perfect,” I thought. My pussy was now up out of the water, affording a perfect view to anyone looking. I spread my legs, splaying them out over the far edge, and raised my arms up over my head. I tried to imagaine what I looked like, “spread eagle” on the oversized tube. I decided this ploy was much better than the lounge, plus the fact that this way my bra and panties were already wet, transparent and see through.
I laid back and half closed my eyes before I remembered, “Damn! I forgot my sunglasses!”
I rolled off the inner tube and went quickly to the patio table, grabbing my sunglasses and slipping them on my head.
I went back into the pool and climbed back aboard the tube, once again assuming my “position”.
I paddled myself into position near my soda, magazine, and radio, and waited…hoping.
Minutes went by and I began actually dozing…not sleeping…but kind of drifting in and out of awareness.
I came to and realized that I had drifted to the far side of the pool, and the inner tube in which I was floating had completely swung around. I was now facing in the exact opposite direction of where I wanted to be when Jeff (hopefully) made his appearance.
I quickly paddled back to the edge where soda, magazine, and radio lay. This time I hooked one foot up on the edge of the pool, anchoring my position. As I looked down to check myself, I realized that this posture caused my leges to be spread even further, and that the open disply of my pussy was now actually really naughty, bordering on lewd.
I quickly splashed a bunch of water on both my bra and panties, checking to make sure that they had once again turned “invisible”.
The water had the desired effect. I might just as well have not been wearing anything!
The splashing water also had the effect of turning my nipples rock hard…they were now standing tall and proud, straining against my see through bra.
I WAS READY.
Satisfied, I settled back in the tube, stretched my arms back behind me, and leaned my head back…waiting…
(To Be Continued…)

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Mi helle – The Encore – Ch 3

Hi…I’m back. My Name is Michelle. If we haven’t met before, I’m now 32 years old, but telling stories from my teens. My current boyfriend loves it when I tell him dirty sexy tales from my past, and suggested I try putting them in writing.
At the time of this story, I’m fourteen, almost fiftenn, getting ready to start high school.
I’m also a hopeless exhibitionist.
I’m 5′ 5″ tall, 102 lbs, slim. I have nice 36C breasts, no tummy to speak of, and a tiny butt that my brother Ricky still says “looks like the ass of a ten year old.” I keep my reddish blonde hair medium length, and only within the last year or so have discovered the wonders of sex. I’ve been masturbating regularly for about a year, and just recently discovered that I can turn a guy on (my brother in this case) just by flaunting my body and letting him look at me…my buttt…my breasts…my pussy.
We had just finished the most bizarre incident in my young life, me masturbating, wantonly, in front of him, deliberately putting on a show, while he stroked his hard penis for my viewing pleasure.
When his penis jerked and squirted, the sight sent me over the edge, and I had a wonderful, bone shaking come of my own.
Afterward, we were both kind of sheepish, not saying a whole lot to each other, and I departed the kitchen, returning to my room. Yet I somehow knew that our little “party” had changed our relationship forever.
Chapter Three:
I returned to my room with my mind in a turmoil, racing. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. In front of my own brother, taking off my panties, spreading my legs, fingering my pussy, deliberately putting on a show for him…eager for him to stare at me…to see everything. The image of him stroking his hard penis, or it jerking and squirting…all because he had gotten turned on looking at me…watching me.
My panties were still clutched in my hand, and as I went to put them in the hamper, the big, dark, wet spot caught my attention. I don’t know exactly why I did this next, but I brought them up to my face, pressing the wet spot against my nose, inhaling deeply.
“Oh my God!” II thought, “is that what I smell like?”
My other hand was immediately back at my pusy, and I pushed my middle finger deep inside, sliding it around until it was thoroughly soaked with my juices.
I brought my hand up to my face, extending my wet middle finger and running it under my nose. Inhaling deeply, I found the scent of my own honey intoxicating. I breathed deeply several more times thinking that it smelled like…it smelled like….I don’t know what it smelled like…me, I guess.
After a minute or two of this I found myself getting turned on again, even though I had just had a wonderful come.
Somewhat tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and licked at my wet finger. I decided I liked the taste as much as I liked the smell and within seconds had my finger pushed into my mouth, licking and sucking to get every bit of my juice.
Moments laters, I had two fingers back deep in my pussy, swirling around, gathering more of my precious love nectar.
Back to my nose and mouth again, inhaling deeply and then feverishly licking and sucking the honey.
Three or four more rounds of this, and I was REALLY getting turned on again!
As my mind thurned again to sex, I found myself thinking about the movie Ricky had been watching in his room the first time I saw him stroking himself. I remembered that the few minutes I had seen showed EVERYTHING, including a really sexy close up shot of the guy pushing his hard penis in and out of the girl’s pussy. I decided then and there that I was going to convince my brother to let me borrow it so I could watch it all the way through. (I was already thinking about what a hot, wild masturbation session THAT was going to be!)
I used my already wet panties to dry my pussy as best I could, and then decided I was to explore the new (and sexy) side of my brother that I had just discovered.
This time I chose a tee shirt that I often sleep in. It’s tight enough up top that the outline of my braless nipples was clearly apparent, but long enough that it came down just below my pussy and butt. (As long as I was just standing still.) But the slightest bending, or even reaching up with my arms, would would my privates (front and rear) on clear display.
I checked myself out in the mirror, and tried a few experimental bends, stretches, and poses. The best one I thought was when I got down on my hands and knees and kind of pushed my butt up in the air. Looking back over my shoulder into the mirror, I was stunned at how blatantly this pose showed me off. Not only was my pussy very clearly visible, but in this position, the cheeks of my butt were spread apart, and my little butt hole stared right back at me in the mirror. “Wow,” I thought…”both holes showing at the same time.” Satisfied that I could again put on a good show, I went back down toward the kitchen.
Ricky was sitting at the table, still clad in just his boxers, reading the paper.
I slipped up behing him, and leaned over his shoulder. Dropping one hand to his chest, I began lightly stroking his nipple, while I whispered in his ear in my best husky voice…”That was kinda fun…I hope we can do it again sometime.”
Still behind him, I continued caressing his nipple and breathing heavily in his ear while I dropped my other hand to my pussy, inserting a finger and swishing it around until it was good and wet.
“Sis,” he replied ina husky murmur, “I’m all for it any time. We just gotta be kinda careful.”
“Don’t be silly,” I whispered in his ear. As I continued caressing his nipple, still quite small, it became as hard a s a rock. “I’m not saying we should go all the way or anything like that. In fact, I wouldn’t. But as long as it’s just us playing around we can’t really be getting in any kind of trouble with anybody else, now can we?”
His breathing was getting deeper as he replied, “No…I guess not.”
I pulled my dripping finger out of my pussy, and raised my hand as I whispered in his ear in my sexiest voice, “Ricky…do you think my pussy smells sexy?”
I extended my wet finger and moved it just under his nose. He inhaled deeply and I was rewarded by seeing a twitch in his boxer shorts
“Oh God yes!” he replied, continuing to inhale rapidly.
“Do you think it tastes as good as it smells?” I whishpered as I brazenly inserted my wet finger between his lips.
He just grunted as he licked and sucked greedily on my offering.
The twitching in his boxer shorts was coming on a regular basis now, and I was pretty sure that I was on the right track to getting my “movie borrowing” request granted.
Standing up, I moved around the table and over to the fridge. I opened the door and bent way over, reaching into the bottom shelf. I was sure that in this position he would have a perfect view of both my pussy and my butt.
I rummaged around on the bottom shelf for a minute, making sure he had plenty of time to enjoy the view I was offering him.
Straightening, I turned and was thrilled at this sight of his open mouth, his eyes glued to me. “Didn’t we used to have some strawberry jelly in here?” I asked innocently.
“Um…” he stammered, “I though so…did you look in the pantry?”
“Perfect!” I thought to myself as I moved over to the pantry. “Showtime Part 2.”
I grabbed the footstool and got up on it, reaching and stretching to forage around on the top shelf. In this position, I was sure my tee had risen far enough to offer Ricky a great view of my butt, although I wasn’t sure if he could see my pussy between my legs from behind.
I started searching my way down the shelves, until I got rid of the footstool and had to begin bending over to continue my hunt. I knew he was again being treated to a nice view of my pussy, and I was secretly thrilled knowing his eyes were glued to me.
As I searched lower and lower, and kept bending over further and further, I was secretly hoping (praying!) that I wouldn’t find any strawberry jelly until I got a chance to get down on my hands and knees and rummage through the stuff on the floor.
Lady luck was smiling…no strawberry jelly.
Even without looking, I was pretty sure I had his complete attention, but just to be on the safe side, sighed and announced, “No luck so far…hope there’s some on the floor.”
With that, I dropped to my knees and leaned way forward, pushing my head under the bottom shelf. I extended my arms in front of me, and began rearranging the items on the floor.
I took my time, knowing from my practice pose that in this position, he had a perfect view of not only my pussy, but also my tiny butt hole looking out from between my spread cheeks.
I thought I could hear his breathing getting havier and heavier, and decided to go for broke. Balancing on one elbow, I reached my other hand back between my legs, and feigning an itch, scratched the lips of my pussy. The pretense of scratching gave me a perfect chance to spread my lips, letting Ricky’s gaze actually see up inside me.
I heard him gasp.
I rearranged a few more items, the backed out and stood. I feigned disappointment as I walked back to the table. “No strawberry,” I mumbled as I moved around to his side of the table. “I guess I’ll have to settle for grape.”
As I approached his chair to reach for the jelly, I tingled with delight as I saw that his penis was now big and hard, standing straight up and making a giant tent in his boxers. I swear I could actually see it twitching.
Acting unaware of his hard on, and pretending complete innocence, I moved back around the table and sat in the chair directly across from him.
Immediately, he “acidentally” dropped his knife and leaned underneath the table to retrieve it. I made sure my legs were far enough apart for him to see my pussy, and wasn’t at all surprised when it took him several seconds to retrieve the knife.
I decided I had him (again), and when he straightened up, decided it was time to ask my “favor”.
“Ricky,” I started slowly, “remember last night when I saw you stroking yourself?”
Blushing slightly, he replied, “Yeah.”
“You were watching a movie of two people…um…you know…going at it,” I said, my turn to blush.
He looked up, “You saw that?”
“Only a couple minutes,” I replied hastily. “But I was wondering if I could…well…you know…maybe borrow it?” My blush was deepening.
“Turned you on, did it?” he asked slyly.
As much as I told myself there was no reason for it, the color was now flooding my face, my blush getting deep red.
“Well…yeah…kind of…sort of…maybe.” I stammered. I looked at him anxiously and quickly added, “But it was really watching you stroke yourself that was turning me on and I wasn’t paying much attention to the movie.”
His eyes narrowed somewhat and a huge grin broke out on his face. “So now you want to borrow it?”
“Yeah,” I mumbled, looking away from his suddenly piercing gaze.
“What’s in it for me?” he asked with a suddenly wolfish grin.
That caught me completely by surprise, and I sat there stock still, dead silent for a minute while my mind raced furiously. This wasn’t going quite according to plan. Then I remembered the way his eyes were glued to me a few minutes ago, and the huge tent in his boxer shorts. An idea came to me. Since he liked to look…
I grabbed my tee and pulled it up over my head, dropping it to the floor. I cupped my breasts in my hands, fondling them…pointing them at Ricky. I pinched and tweaked at my nipples, feeling them grow hard.
As I fondled myself, I raised one of my bare feet and extended my leg until my foot came in contact with his penis. I could feel how hard it was, and it jerked with the first touch of my foot.
I began rubbing my foot up and down, feeling his penis twitching. I continued tweaking and teasing my nipples as I looked him in the eye and asked coyly, “Maybe you’d like to try feeling these.”
“I’m sure I would,” he replied, “But right now I like what you’re doing with your foot a whole lot better.” His penis was rock hard. I removed my foot and tried to regroup.
Completely naked, I got up moved around the table to once again stand behind him. This time I used both hands and began lightly caressing both his nipples. They instantly became hard.
I looked down at the now giant tent in his boxers. I breathed in his ear, “Mmmm…,”
I dropped one hand to his lap and gave him a gentle squeeze through his shorts. I whishpered in his ear in my sexiest voice, “I though you just took care of this thing a little while ago.”
“I did,” he mumbled, obviously embarassed, “but that’s just the way guys are…I mean sometimes we just can’t control it.”
I moved my hand back up his chest and continued caressing his nipples as I moved around the chair to his side. I cupped my one breast and held it right in front of his face and whispered huskily, “Perhaps you’d like to try feeling this while you take care of it again.”
Hie penis twitched and broke free through the opening in his boxers, standing up tall and hard. One of his hands reached for his groin, gripping his penis in a fist, while the other came up to my chest and squeezed my offered breast.
He began stroking himself, while gripping me, alternating with pinching my nipple.
I winced. “Not quite so hard, “I whispered quietly, “You have to be gentle.”
His grip on my nipple lightened immediately, and his fist began moving faster, up and down on his now hard, throbbing penis.
This continued for a minute, his eyes glued to my breast, mine glued to his hard penis, and his hand stroking it.
He stopped abruptly. “No,” he said, “If you want to borrow the movie then I want to watch you do it again.”
I knew I had him.
“It?” I asked in my most teasing voice.
“You know…when you use your fingers…”
“Use my fingers to do what?” I asked coyly.
“Um…you know…you know…between your legs…” He was almost whimpering.
I was starting to get really wet, as again it seemed that even my own brother could be put “under my thumb”, turned on just by the sight of me.
I moved his newspaper to the far side of the table, and hopped up, sitting on the edge facing him. With deliberate slowness, I put first one foot, and then the other, on the backs of the two chairs on either side of him. In this position, my pussy was wide open and on display, not more than a foot from his face.
His mouth dropped and his eyes gaped as he took in the view I was offering him, his breathing becoming heaverier once again.
Although I couldn’t actually see his hand on his penis from this position, I could tell by the movements of his arm that his stroking was getting faster.
I moved one hand across my stomach, extending my index finger and bringing it to rest, just above my slit, the finger seemingly pointing right at my clit.
I purred, “So what do you want me to do now?”
“Touch it, stroke it,” he mumbled.
I was only to glad to oblige as my pussy was now, once again, soaking wet. My juices were dripping down onto the table.
I slid my hand lower, and began gently caressing my clit. “Is this what you want to see?”
“Yeah,” was all he could get out, as his breathing became raspy and his arm movements still faster. I couldn’t tell who was getting more turned on, him or me. His eyes remained glued to my wantonly displayed pussy. My finger started moving faster as I could feel my juices running out of me and down the crack of my butt.
He leaned in closer…and closer…and then closer. His face was now inches from my pussy. I could feel his breath, flowing across my lips. I wasn’t sure what he planned next…but I got kinda spooked.
I quickly brought my other arm down behind my butt and around my thigh. I inserted one, then two, then three fingers deep into my pussy. I started slowly, suggestively, moving those fingers in and out of my channel while the finger on the other hand continued tormenting my clit.
My own breathing was now becoming harsh. He was no longer breathing, but rather panting. I felt myself getting close to coming.
“Not like this,” I gasped. “Stand up. I want to see. I want to watch. I want to see you squirt.”
He slid his chair back and stood. I could see his hand, curled into a fist, furiously pumping up and down on his penis, his big…hard…twitching…throbbing…penis.
My breathing was ragged, my chest heaving. The fingers pumping in and out of me are moving faster and faster. The finger on my clit is flying. My clit is huge, and hard.
My juices are flowing freely, running out of me. My orgasm is close.
His fist pumps faster…faster…faster.
He groans. His entire body goes rigidly still. His penis twitches, then jerks. He spurts once, twice, then a third, and even a fourth time.
His juice lands on my stomach…warm…almost hot.
It sends me over the edge.
With three fingers pumping in and out of my pussy, and a finger flying over my clit, I arch my back, let out a small scream, and come…and come…and come.
When the spasms finally subside, I’m exhausted.
I take my finger off my clit. I look up at Ricky. He’s still standing there, his penis still in his hand, his eyes still fixed, staring between my wide spread legs. Although his penis is starting to shrink, his breathing is still rather ragged.
I sit up and, rather wickedly, remove my drenched fingers from my pussy and hold them up to his face, tempting both his nose and mouth.
“Oh God Sis,” he groaned, “Don’t start again.”
I made a slow deliberate show of bringing my fingers to my own mouth, reaching out with my tongue and licking the glistening juices off of each. He stood frozen, eyes glazed as I pushed them into my mouth, and made a rather noisy show of sucking them clean.
I just looked at him rather coyly. “Now what about that movie?”

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