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Wife’s awakening to a sexual pathway

Author’s note: this is a recollection that had numerous gaps in my memory of the occasion. Valerie was more than able to fill me in with all the details as it was really her story.

******

Maybe because we took a less travelled path in life we were an uncommon couple. We never had children but we were always deeply connected, very much in love and into each other.

Both of us with strong sex drives, we were mutually interested in ways to spice up our marriage. Helping that out, Val was just getting into dressing a little provocatively, to show off a little on our date nights and this evening went to that direction.

Not swingers by any means, we were committed to each other but came to understand that sometimes including others in our sexual activities or selectively sharing was something we could handle.

We had a couple of experiences with our friend, Amy*, and it was nothing but positive. We loved the excitement it gave us. Sex could be even more fun if a couple allowed for a little expansion of “normal” sexual conduct.

*****

Valerie had turned 30 and I was just over 32 when we moved to Sacramento and we were just getting to know the place. A new gal acquaintance of Val’s with some of the same tastes in music invited us to a club on the other side of town so we were to meet up with them and a small group of their friends.

Getting ready, she entered the bedroom for a clothing appraisal from me. I liked what I saw and remarked, “Wow! That’s pretty sexy for an old married gal.”

For this Saturday night out Val dressed in a high-waisted black dress with a flared skirt that rode about 3-4 inches above the knee. The upper part of the dress was an enticing halter top which called attention to her bralessness.

It was like a cocktail dress that was meant for dancing but she topped that with her choice of underwear.

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet”, as she lifted up the hem of her dress to show me her brand new garter belt and stockings. Bright white lace straps and white bikini panties. I was a little shocked as I didn’t expect that display but I shouldn’t underestimate my woman. She knows how to dress to please and she was getting more and more uninhibited all the time.

“I’m going to flash you every once and awhile so you can see how sexy your wife can be. That’ll get your motor runnin’, you old married guy.”

With that, I got a twirl and her skirt flared out to expose the white ensemble.

This motion would be significant as the evening progressed.

Four couples met up at the bar/club and we stuffed ourselves into a hugely oversized curved booth that was off to the side, not facing the dance floor directly. A little dark, not private, but out of traffic.

We paired off with one couple immediately for light conversation. The man was also a Thomas but he went with Thom as opposed to my “Tom”. Neither of us can remember the wife’s name.

Thom was rather handsome with a dark complexion, great hair and blue eyes. This is a fact retrieved from Valerie’s memory and she was quite certain of it. Except for the hair, I couldn’t pick him out of a lineup.

They were both slightly older than us, probably by ten years. Thom was very charming and funny and he caught the attention of my wife, even whispering to me, “Wow, that guy is good looking.”

I recall a negative return from me, “Yeah, but he’s a little short, don’t you think?”

I suppose he was five-eight which happens to be the exact height of Valerie.

My wife responded with a teasing, “not really, he’ll do.”

It was that coy response that told me she was attracted to him.

The unfortunately unnamed wife was nice looking as we recall but we didn’t really interact with her that night so she’s almost lost to memory.

The usual chatter, conversation and laughter surrounded the booth but from the start Thom paid quite a bit of attention to Valerie who was eating it up. The wife was being ignored but maybe this was their manner. He flirted while she talked to the other women. Some couples do this.

His attention evolved into dancing. His woman not being interested, he repeatedly went for Val. I really did not have a problem with this as I was nursing a recent sports injury to my ankle and was not going to be available this night at all. Valerie was in a great mood and eager to dance so they hit the floor and stayed there for quite some time.

I watched them occasionally and noticed a pretty strong connection. It was kind of a flirtatious courtship dance as they did the slow kuşadası escort songs very, very close and really got physically into the fast music. That Valerie was into this didn’t bother me at all. I like that other guys find her sexy and attractive.

But…another fun aspect came about in some of the fast swing tunes that had Val spinning and twirling about. Her fairly short, light material skirt rose up to show off those white garters and panties and in that club lighting they practically glowed. Maybe it was a black light but with the contrast of the black dress the undergarments really were visible.

She knew it, too. I could tell in her expression that she knew she was showing off her sexy wardrobe. This was really fun for her. All the men in the room who were attentive to the dance floor waited for the next twirl or spin. Thom was all eyes.

I mentioned it to her when they returned to the booth as the band took a break.

“Val, you are giving the guys a great show with those garters.”

“Don’t ya just know it! And I’ve got Thom totally infatuated. He can’t keep his hands off my butt just to feel them. Did you notice?”

That explained the caresses I saw when they danced a slow song just before break. He repeatedly dropped his hand to her rump and Val was letting him. She was very accepting of the attention.

“I guess you guys think this stuff is really sexy, huh?”

“Well, yeah. A girl with that stuff on sends a message: I like sex and I don’t mind you knowing it.”

Another sexy aspect to her wardrobe came from simply getting into and out of the booth. When she slid around on the vinyl seat her dress came well up her legs. The black stocking tops and white straps were on full display as well as a glimpse of those eye-catching panties.

Val obviously knew this but she didn’t pull the hem down. She was completely unworried and casual about the exposure as this was a purposeful flash. She told me later she got a kick out of it and the attention from the men’s eyes.

That said, I noticed a little coolness from the wives at the table. They didn’t like the flirtatious, immodest behavior from the “new girl”. Thom’s wife was aware of Val’s effect on her husband and it showed.

Her husband wasn’t troubled, though. He was very attracted to my sexy gal. I had gone up to the bar to freshen our drinks and I took notice of their position when I returned. Thom was sitting beside Val and from my approach I could see that his hand was on her leg, just under her dress. He was clearly fondling the garter belt and she was letting him. It was under the table from his wife’s view but from where I was it was obvious.

Coming with our drinks I sat across from the playful couple and, in fact, next to Thom’s wife. Valerie flashed me a beaming smile and a wink. She knew I was aware of his actions and she was telling me she wanted it to continue. It was unmistakable. Valerie was again expanding her sexuality. She liked being noticed that way.

Val left for a bathroom break and I followed to talk to her. We needed to talk.

“Are you okay? I see you are getting quite a bit of attention from that ‘other Thom’ guy. Hell, your legs are the center of attention for the room.”

“Tommy, I’m having so much fun with this. He’s all over me but I’m getting something I haven’t experienced before. I’m some kind of sex object and it’s making me really hot.”

“Let me play, Tom, let me have this fun. Remember, I let you screw Amy and it didn’t do any harm to our marriage. I’m not going to fuck Thom but I love the attention and the touching. He’s all hands and I like feeling desirable.”

“You trumped me, babes. You can be as sexual as you like. Honestly, I’m bursting with pride with this spicy behavior. I keep getting hard-ons.”

“You keep that thing hard, I’m going to need it later. Now look in my purse.”

Val opened up her small bag and there were her white undies. She had taken them off while in the restroom.

“Wow! You are seriously nasty tonight.”

“Yep. I want to feel those fingers on some bare butt. God, it’s making me wet just thinking about it.

I gave her a quick squeeze and rubbed that smooth ass. “It’s your butt. Have your fun, you’re off the leash.”

Something else happened out of my sight but Val filled me in later the next day:

Taking a cool-down break from dancing, Val and Thom went outside to an attached deck area on the other side of the building that was used by people to talk, drink, smoke, whatever.

As they stood at the rail he took it kocaeli escort up a notch, maybe because he had become aware of her nude presentation. He wasn’t just copping a feel like earlier. That was kind of a fondling of the garters and stocking tops.

This time he was caressing the back of her upper thigh and bare ass. She was getting what she wanted; she was being intimately felt-up in a semi-public place.

It didn’t go any further in that few minutes of grab-assing and they heading back inside to our booth. At their arrival Thom’s wife rose up and asked him to come with her. They were off for a time but he returned alone.

He announced to the table, “She is a little pissed at me and took the car. I’m stranded.”

Val: “You don’t have a ride home?”

“Nope. She told me to figure something out. She was leaving right now, alone.”

Valerie piped up, “Where do you live?”

“Roseville.”

“We’ll drive you home. It’s not a problem.”

I didn’t get to say a word at all. Val jumped at the opportunity to extend her evening. It was like Valerie had just picked up a guy at a bar to take home.

What wasn’t obvious to me were her intentions. Did she now want to go further with him? To screw him? Did she want a three-way? She had herself in a lather with all the fondling and removal of her underwear.

We didn’t get to talk about it as we didn’t get a chance. The group was breaking up, saying their good-byes.

The three of us headed to the parking lot and my wife’s 1969 Cutlass. Val was going to drive as I was absolutely intoxicated from drinking all evening.

I was a little surprised when Thom rushed ahead and jumped into the front seat as I compliantly went to the rear seat in this 4-door. It just seemed like the more comfortable choice as three in the front would be crowded.

There was some conversation among us but it was mostly between Val and Thom. I was kinda out of sight, out of mind, in the dark back seat.

These two had been teasing each other all night with their risque’ behavior and their flirty interaction continued. Even though I was trying to be attentive I quietly drifted off to a slumber, no doubt due to my drinking. I couldn’t stay awake to see how the drive was going to play out.

Val picks up the story:

About halfway there I became aware of Tommy having gone to sleep. The other Thom also picked up on this and slid over closely to my side, taking advantage of the bench seat. He whispered in my ear that he was going to make me very happy as he slid his right hand under my dress and into my crotch.

My naked pussy greeted him with a yawning, wet opening. It was primed for attention. He was welcome there. My only words were, “Stay, but be quiet.”

His place was about 30 minutes from the club so there was time for this. We went completely silent and I kept my eyes straight ahead, the car in cruise control as we were on a freeway.

I opened up my legs enough for him to have full access and my hips were rocking to his hand, his middle finger buried in my cunt.

Thom knew what he was doing. His finger probed and undulated inside me but he added a trick as he rolled my clit in a very knowing way. I was very responsive to his actions. I think I was panting.

A nice climax came, quiet but very satisfying; a little heavy breathing, then a release. He was good with his hand and, god, did I need it after all that had gone on that night.

Just after my orgasm I was thinking about you in the back seat and how you would probably have loved to see a man bring me off like that, right in front of you.

Ten minutes later we stopped at his driveway. Neither spoke and there was a long, silent pause; a decisive moment hung in the air.

“I’ll walk you to your door”, I whispered. “Don’t wake Tom with the car door.”

I followed him into the drive and took him around to the side of his house, under one of his windows and just out of sight.

I dropped to my knees and hurriedly and a little roughly unzipped his trousers, yanking his erection clear. It was mine now and I wanted to pay him back for my pleasure in the car.

Although it was very dark I could tell he was pretty good sized and that he was uncircumcised as I was rolling his skin up and down over his prickhead. This was new for me. I was handling a strange cock with foreskin. Even more excitement and novelty for the night!

I jerked him off in record time. Thom shot his load, spraying a little over my face which was very close to his cock. It happened fast as he was very aroused konya escort and I got so excited that I gave him my mouth.

It just happened, I couldn’t help it. I just wanted him to finish in my mouth, to taste him.

I was thinking about his wife being behind one of those windows, probably fast asleep, just like my husband back at the car. Thom and I were sneaking a sex act just out of their sight. Very exciting!

Without saying a word I just left Thom standing there and returned back to the car. My Tom was awake.

“Wow, husband, do I have something to tell you about.”

“I think I know. I can see some stuff on your face”, as the dome light revealed some splatter on her cheek. “Is that what I think it is?”

“It is, I guess. I took Thom over to whack him off as payback for what he did for me in the car. He fingered me and got me off while I was driving. It was real nice….really, really nice.”

“I just intended to jack him off, to give him some relief, ya know. That was sexy enough but I got pretty into it when he started to cum so I went down on him. He got the full treatment.”

I slid over to her and put my hand up her dress to find that bare pussy. Was there more to the story? I was feeling for tracks of Thom on my wife’s snatch.

“Nothing there, baby. I didn’t fuck him. That’s for you and I want to get home as fast as possible so you can do me.”

“What do you think, Tom, are you disgusted by your dirty wife or do you like it?

“Baby, that was pure sexual indulgence but I think we can handle it. What happened tonight was nothing that will hurt us and it sure as hell stimulates us.”

“Sexual indulgence? Hell, yes, but I need sexual gratification. Why don’t you fuck your wife right here in the car, right now? I don’t think I can wait ’til we get home. Take your pants down.”

With that great idea I slipped my shoes and trousers off. Valerie moved the seat back to give a little more room then slipped over to position herself over my upright cock, facing the windshield, in a reverse approach. With no underwear, as those were still in her purse, Val was ready for this.

She leaned to grab the dash and lowered herself onto my waiting shaft. A pause at the entry, then a plunge to depth, my dripping wet wife was impaled and she was happy about it.

“God, baby, I need this cock. Fuck me, fuck your bad girl, fuck me good.”

But she did the fucking as she pounded against me, lifting and dropping into my lap. I just received her bouncing ass while I hung on to those wonderful garter straps that had so much to do with tonight’s sexual adventure.

I came first with Valerie just seconds behind. It was an extended groan that came from her. “Oooooooohh…..”

Our sexual pleasures satisfied, she collapsed and wiggled off me.

Slipping over to the driver’s side Val purred, “”Jesus, that was great sex. I needed that. I couldn’t wait.”

Then, with a sudden awareness of the situation, she looked at me and said, “Wow, I got so horny there I forgot we were right in front of Thom’s house. I wonder if he saw that from his window? I bet he’d want some of that action.”

The windows of the car were completely fogged up but Val had a small towel in the glove box that came in handy. We wiped the windshield to clear it for driving and then she put it under her fanny.

“I don’t want any of your stuff staining my perfect upholstery.”

It was a light comment meant to be funny but she was practical. That Oldsmobile seat shouldn’t forever have a mark of my ejaculate that would most likely drain from her on the ride home.

Our lovemaking was outstanding in the next few weeks as the garter belt exhibitions and the encounter with Thom lit a fire that burned in both of us.

Valerie revved up our sex life with comments about her behavior and “the other man” experience. The way she encouraged him to touch her and then removing her panties for bare skin. How exciting it was to be so sexual with her husband nearby.

This was hot stuff. We both liked it.

We seriously discussed the events of that night and it was understood that this had opened up another pathway in our young sex life; that interacting with other people would probably happen again as we both got something from it.

Val summarized it perfectly: “Maybe you’ve got to get your wife a little strange cock once and awhile. And you can sample some pussy. This might work for us.”

As it happened, we did take advantage of some situations that broadened our sexual activities. As a trusting and caring couple we found no issues that interfered with our relationship. Sex was sex and we were very comfortable with how we handled these dalliances.

note:

*previous stories that relate to ‘Amy’

1) “Barber Gets Personal On A Friend” (Loving Wives)

2) “Brian Sleeps Thru All The Fun” (Loving Wives)

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This is a work of fiction and an original story by Inhales Deeply.

** Please Comment that many women masturbate just as much as men. However, according to my wife, she never touches herself. She claims that unless we are being sexual together, the thought never crosses her mind. I think ‘liar!’

Emily is a very sexual woman. Her bedside drawers contain 3 vibrators and 2 buzzers. The vibrators are a mains-powered wand, a rampant rabbit, and a vibrating cock. The buzzers are the smaller, finger-sized, battery-powered bullet-style devices.

When we have sex, Emily loves holding the buzzer against her clit, and I have the choice to fuck her in either her arsehole, or pussy, whilst she pumps one of the bigger vibrators deep into the other hole. My choice often changes as I love the feeling of filling her arse but as it is tighter it grips my dick harder. The downside of this is that it also milks me to orgasm a lot quicker. So, I usually chose to fuck her pussy and allow her to pump her vibrator in and out of her arse whilst I enjoy the show from behind.

Emily is also an exhibitionist and loves to visit nudist beaches when we are on holiday. The first few times that we stumbled across a nudist beach (or I thought we’d stumbled across it), I was surprised that Emily hadn’t wanted to turn back and instead whipped off her bikini top. I was (obviously) happy to oblige and quickly removed my swimming trunks allowing the sun on my nakedness. I was even more shocked when after ten minutes of getting her confidence, Emily also removed her bikini bottoms and happily sunbathed totally naked. I even quietly warned her that people (95% male) could see everything she had on show as they walked past as Emily would be talking to me, perched on her elbows, allowing her knees to fall open and closed absentmindedly as she chatted. In hindsight, I now realise that she was enjoying purposefully flashing her wet slit, opening, and closing her lips to the wide eyes of the guys wandering past.

On the second occasion of visiting a nudist beach, Emily had wanted to walk along the sea line instead of lying and sun baking. We’d both deposited our swimsuits into my bag and were enjoying the sea breeze on our naked bodies. I assume that this wasn’t enough for Emily, as she had insisted on us stopping and she made a big display of kissing me passionately. She was purposefully holding herself against me and I warned her that I could feel the first swells of blood moving to my cock. She bit my lip and giggled that; this was what she wanted. She gripped my shaft and dug her fingernails into it. . . Just how I liked it. Thirty seconds later she was holding my hand again and pulling me along the beach. She was acting as though nothing had happened and yet there I was, being led along with my cock sticking straight out at full mast for all to see. Emily was delighted to parade my 8″ member, ‘her cock’, for view. Personally, I was crushed with embarrassment however, every time I attempted to cover my throbbing shaft, Emily would swipe my hands away and grab my cock, using it as a handle and pulling me along. She was loving it, giggling and smiling from ear to ear.

Needless to say, when we arrived back afyon günlük escort at our hotel a few hours later, Emily was a beast.

Anyway, returning to my thoughts about Emily and if she does ‘touch herself’ when she’s alone. I’ve been curious for a while and I’d decided to find out. This was going to require some covert operations on my part.

After a few hours on the internet, I’d located a mini-HD spy cam which I hoped I would be able to find somewhere to hide and maybe discover her secrets.

A few days later, the postman knocked on the door and I eagerly signed for my parcel.

Later that evening, once the camera was fully charged and I had spent a little time locked in my study testing out my new toy, I waited eagerly to hear Emily announce that she was off to have her evening shower. I was poised and ready and had a well-thought-through plan. As Emily headed for the stairs, I quickly, but nonchalantly asked if I could nip into the bathroom ahead of her for a quick pee. Unsuspectingly, she agreed, and I squeezed past her on the stairs.

I locked the door and began my hunt for a suitable hiding spot for the small black camera. After a few short moments, I’d selected the bottom slot of the towel holder which was low enough that she would have to get down on her hands and knees to spot it. I flushed the toilet to cover my tracks and exited the bathroom.

Emily was standing outside wrapped in just a towel. I attempted to pull the towel away from her body playfully, but she was having none of it and kept a firm grip. I released the towel and she disappeared into the bathroom locking the door behind her.

Hastily I scooted down the stairs whilst opening my phone and clicking the app for the spy cam. The screen blinked into life and for a few moments, I watched a buffering circle whilst the app attempted to locate and load the stream from the camera.

My heart was thumping in my chest and as the image of my wife came into view, I could feel the blood in my cheeks, and I felt hot. This felt very naughty.

I could see Emily clearly standing in the centre of the bathroom looking at herself in the mirror. She still had her towel wrapped around her. She stepped into the shower, switched it on and allowed the water to run, to warm up.

She dropped the towel and for the first time, (on camera), I enjoyed seeing my sexy wife’s naked form. During the next ten minutes, I watch Emily shower. She washed and conditioned her hair and used her sponge to wash her body. I thought that she had lingered slightly as she worked her sponge back and forth between her legs and I’d hoped that this action was enough to ‘get her going’ but instead she rinsed off, switched off the shower and began towel drying herself. Fail. Gutted.

Not to be deterred, the next evening I planned again to hopefully capture Emily masturbating. The reality of the situation was that, maybe, just maybe, Emily was telling me the truth and that she didn’t actually masturbate at all.

That evening I knew that Emily had yoga so she wouldn’t be home until after 8 pm. I made sure that the kids were in bed and asleep and I sat at the upstairs window patiently waiting for her to pull onto the drive. I didn’t have to wait long as after a few moments I watch Emily’s car aydın üniversiteli escort pull up.

I quickly positioned my camera again and dashed back downstairs, flopping onto the sofa.

Emily breezed in and kissed me. I asked if she’d enjoyed her class and she confirmed that she had and that she was heading straight up for her shower. I called after her, “ok babe’, but she had already disappeared up the stairs.

I flipped open my phone and waited for the camera to buffer.

Her image came into view and again, I watch my wife undress and step into the shower. She washed and bathed in a normal and non-sexual manner (albeit still lovely to watch). Until, right at the end, when I thought she was about to turn off the water, Emily lifted the showerhead from its holder and turned the shower head nozzle to adjust the water flow from the usual ‘waterfall’ to a ‘jet’ stream. She then placed the showerhead between her legs. She glanced towards the bathroom door, I guess, checking that she had definitely locked it and then focussed on herself again.

I watched with glee and delight as Emily used the powerful water jet to stimulate her. Initially, she held the showerhead in the same position but after a few moments, she started to bring it back and forth to increase and decrease the intensity in a rhythmic fashion as the jet hit her pussy.

Next, I watch her free hand move up to her breasts. She dug her fingernails deep into her flesh and pulled roughly at her boobs. I was surprised at the force she used and was conscious that I was never as physical with her.

I could see that she was approaching her orgasm quickly and as much as I would have enjoyed watching an extended version of the events, I was conscious that for Emily she was just ‘having a quicky!’ Similarly, to what us guys might crudely refer to as a quick wank or rubbing one out.

Emily now parted her legs a little further and her left hand came down from her breasts and I watched her expertly use her index and forefinger to part her labia allowing the water to hit straight onto her clit.

Finally, as her climax came closer, she started to pump her legs slightly trusting against the strong flow of water. As she came, I watched her eyes roll backwards and she bit lightly onto her lip in the same way that she does when we make love. As her orgasm subsided, she placed the showerhead back into its holder and turn off the water. However, instead of coming out of the shower, I was excited to see that in the same way as when we are together, Emily then used her fingers back to her pussy and quickly pumped them in and out a few times to catch her sex juices, which she then raised her fingers up and into her mouth. She made less of a show of this than when we are together, but nonetheless, her fingers went from her pussy to her mouth, for her to enjoy her sex nectar. She repeated the action, back and forth a few times, each time pumping her fingers a little harder and a little deeper into her cunny, until she was happy that she had swallowed all her vaginal fluids.

Once she was satisfied, she rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. She wrapped herself in a towel and exited the bathroom and out of the view of my camera.

I tossed the phone onto the sofa, checking that I’d sahibe escort ağrı locked the screen, and headed up the stairs in bounds. I met her by our bedroom door and scooped her into my arms. I think that she was a little taken aback but not totally surprised as I would regularly pounce on Emily when she was wearing a towel. I lifted her and threw us both onto our bed. As we landed, I kissed her on the mouth. I kissed her long and deeply. I used my tongue to explore her mouth and tongue and she responded passionately. Obviously, I had the upper hand as I knew that she had very recently been in a state of excitement. After a few moments, I pulled back allowing us both to breathe. Emily’s hand had already searched downwards and was gripping my swollen cock through my shorts.

She spoke first, “Ermm someone’s excited” she teased pumping her fingernails into my throbbing dick.

I smiled at her with a mischievous grin, but then I switched to a more quizzical look. I was attempting to look confused; I was playing my game. I didn’t say anything but made a little display of licking my lips and rolling my tongue around my mouth slightly. I cocked my head to one side and leaned in as if I was going to kiss her again. She made forward slightly ready to receive my kiss. But instead, I pressed my nose to her face and inhaled deeply. At first, I think she was somewhat confused. Then I asked her “Can I taste your pussy on you, babe?” I let the words hang in the air. The truth was, that I couldn’t taste anything, but she didn’t need to know this.

Emily blushed redded than I’d ever seen her blush. However, she played it well, as she told me to ‘fuck off’ in a playful manner and she leaned in a kissed me again.

Any thoughts I had of continuing my questioning quickly disappeared as Emily expertly moved her hand from outside my shorts to inside. Her fingers wrapped around my cock tightly and she began quickly pumping my member up and down.

My thoughts strayed momentarily to the camera, which was still in its hiding place in the bathroom, and, more specifically, the little SD card inside it which would contain the video that I’d live stream to my phone. Unfortunately, this ‘thought’ was a little too exciting when paired which Emily’s lustful hand-pumping of my dick, and I felt my balls tighten, as my orgasm approached.

Emily sensed this also and wriggled down until she was able to swallow my cock deep into her throat. She replaced the hand-pump motion with a similar, wetter action using her mouth. It was all a little too much for me and I felt the pulse of my seed empty into her mouth. She swallowed everything I offered only slowing her draining rhythm as I winced that my moment had passed.

We fell back together onto the bed. As our breathing calmed and I started to regain some composure, I consider confessing, but instead, I decided that future spying might be more fun.

That’s all I have for now. I will update you more as I build my catalogue of shower videos. One thing is for sure: she’s clearly a liar about her masturbating habits.

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Game Day

A club is formed for the purpose of undressing males

Over the years, there were very few families with boys in the neighborhood. It was a spacious suburban neighborhood with fertilized lawns and slate roofs, and over time the girls had admitted one of the few boys, Carl, into their games for the very base reason that, for as long as they could remember, he willingly did almost everything they asked. Besides, Carl was a bit younger and despite being a male was the more self-conscious of them. Though almost fully grown now, often when they were children he went along with acting out their games as a means of gaining their acceptance. All the while, as is often the case in this world, the girls were really the planners and schemers.

The Anderson girl, known affectionately as Cleo, lived across the street from and was best friends with Roberta. Cleo had strong Danish lineage with a doe-like forehead, crescent-shaped eyes and deep cheekbones. She worked the cash register on weekends at the super market, smiling cheerily at everyone, and was well liked by almost everyone. Roberta was small and tight and effervescent, like a gypsy with fluffy hair and easy dimples, but puberty had done wonders for her frame, and she carried her voluptuous 18 year old stature like a goddess.

Another playmate of theirs was Shantel Boyardi, of Italian descent, who had exceedingly expensive-looking black hair. Her eyebrows were straight, ultra dark, full charcoal, highlighting irresistible, languid brown eyes. She was a year or so older than Carl, lived across the street from him, and was distractingly and almost artificially beautiful to look at. And she knew it.

Carl was attracted to her without even realizing it, as any self-respecting male would be who gave her the slightest amount of attention. Her dark beauty, especially her spacious brown eyes, could hold the average male gaze like a magnet, but she found that that gaze faltered slightly when she returned it, which she had learned to do, piercingly, with a child’s unwitting incredulity, causing the beholder to look away in recognition and take stock of his emotions as if an indecent and unbearably rare event had just taken place between them.

Shantel had grown accustomed to such attention. It happened frequently enough, and with experience she realized that some men seemed utterly uncertain of how to deal with her, and wore their attraction to her openly, even eagerly. For them she had come to understand that they held no clear remedy for this gift of their admiration. They could not help themselves, and accordingly she grew accustomed to exercising the potent and swift power to subdue them through no greater act than meaningfully returning their looks.

Despite this awareness, Shantel was not smug or self-conscious. Even now as a young adult she was quite outgoing, a lot of fun to play with, and in the vibrant warmth of summer she had not outgrown her childhood inclination to wear pink and white striped polo shirts and ruggedly tight denim shorts.

When Roberta mischievously announced late one weary afternoon that she and Cleo were forming a club, which she did with Cleo, Shantel and Carl on the front porch of Shantel’s house, she told Shantel that she wanted her to be a member. It was a game club, they would be taking turns rolling dice, and she knew that Shantel knew a lot about dice, she said with coy naughtiness, implying that dice was a metaphor for something both more base and more adult. Knowing anything at all about dice seemed to them like reason enough to invite Shantel into the club.

“A club,” said Shantel acceptingly, rocking in the porch swing, her black hair swishing onto her face and then flailing behind her. “That sounds like fun.” She glided in slow undulations, acutely tuned into the underlying messages coming from Roberta.

Carl sat on the short sandstone-topped side wall of the porch wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and because it seemed obvious to him that he was not clearly invited into the conversation, he was expertly kicking a pillar with his buff-colored tennis shoes, but he was listening, suspecting something odd was going on based on the tone of the conversation and how it seemed designed to keep him at a distance.

“This isn’t only a game club,” Roberta said informatively.

Shantel stopped rocking. “No?” She asked.

“Oh, no, it’s a women’s club, mostly,” said Cleo, with a joyful idiocy in her voice, purposefully encompassing the three girls and giving Carl the message that they were up to something that might include him, but definitely not yet.

Carl tilted his head, listening. He was used to this treatment and not put off by it. Yet, based on the blithe tone of their talk, he had the vague feeling that today they were talking about something important, more important than usual. He could not put his finger on it, but there was an odd feeling to it, as if underneath it all was something sacrosanct, tenable to women but not initially to boys, and he suspected that the girls-only bond Adana Yabancı Escort they were keeping meant even a peripheral admittance to it might come with a price for the male sex. As he thought about it, it put a sense of daring into him, finally putting him a little on edge.

As if to assuage his fears, Roberta spoke up, saying, “Males are allowed, but they have to follow all the rules, right?”

“It’s all in the dice,” answered Cleo giddily. Roberta looked at her and simultaneously they flitted their eyes up to the heavens.

“Yeah. It’s a dice club for sure,” Roberta said instructively. Then she asked Shantel, “Do you have some dice?” It was clearly meant as a way forward, a way to get started on whatever the next part of this adventure would turn out to be.

Shantel lifted her feet and let her rocking come to a still while she pondered the question.

“Here’s the game,” Roberta went on. “It’s a little old-fashioned. You roll the dice and based on what you roll you have to go to a certain base. Like anything under 5 and you go to first base.” Roberta then looked quizzically at Carl to see if this baseball reference had any meaning to him. He was staring slack-jawed at them, but his eyes revealed his thoughts, narrowing keenly, and his mind focused and buzzed with attention.

Shantel stood up thoughtfully, pulling back her hair and staring myopically into the middle distance, realizing that there might be very interesting consequences to playing this game with Carl. If she understood things at all properly, the game meant experimenting with sexual themes.

“Males have to follow all the rules,” said Cleo, emphasizing the world ‘all,’ “because it’s a girls club, but sometimes girls don’t.”

“Right,” said Roberta in a drawn out tone of mockery.

Shantel wanted to know if Carl understood what they were talking about. She skipped over and stood looking at him, enveloping him with candid eyes, purposefully inspecting him to see what was going on in his face. She locked eyes with him and he rather abruptly seemed to surrender his gaze to hers. He looked down between them, then returned her gaze with conciliation written all over his face, his eyes daubed with an unspoken pleading, and, even though it was not her intention, she felt again the satisfaction that comes from the look of a male publicly revealing the effect she had on him, his gaze confessing a private need to please her.

“You know this club is for ladies,” she said instinctively to his face, smiling wickedly, then with a wave she beckoned the other girls over.

“Males can play the game, like I said” said Roberta, walking over to Carl. Then Cleo sauntered over and suddenly there were three girls all fencing him off from the rest of the porch. “It’ll be fun,” she announced conclusively, giving Carl a mad smile.

Carl’s mind was tilting all over. To him, what hung in the air most, and which he could not see beyond, was at least the possibility of some kind of sex with three very grown up girls. He had almost no experience of sex, but he believed they were going to include him in the game they were taking about, and it hardly mattered to him what was actually meant by sex. The idea of joining in a game of titillation with the older girls seemed fun, and the idea of anything sexually suggestive with Shantel held a magnificent drama of its own.

“Let me go look for the dice,” said Shantel joyfully. Pivoting like a ballerina, hair radiating, she turned away from the group and made her way into the house. A moment later she returned with a dice, holding it tremulously like you might handle a delicate moth. When Roberta and Cleo saw it, they gave each other down-lows followed by hi-fives. They looked at Carl to get his reaction, and he gave everyone a grand smile meant to say, I’m in no matter what.

“We have to play this game somewhere inside,” said Roberta, taking the dice. “We need a table and maybe another room too.”

“My older sister is here watching TV,” said Shantel, referring to Georgia, he sister home from college, 2 years older at 20, “but we can go upstairs to the playroom. There’s a spare room there with some junk on the floor.”

“Oh,” said Cleo smugly, ‘We’ll have to see if Georgia wants to play at some point.” She shared a lighthearted look of conspiracy with Roberta.

“If only,” said Roberta bravely.

The playroom was a large arched room filling most of the attic. Short walls lined with paneled bookshelves led to the slanted walls that arched up to the ceiling. The ceiling was painted white. There was a long, beat up, blotched wooden table in the middle surrounded by chairs.

“Here are the rules,” announced Roberta.

Cleo let out a soft, whimpering laugh which interrupted Roberta. She held up a finger to pause Roberta’s speech, then moved around the room studying it, and whispered in Shantel’s ear. Shantel’s eyes widened appreciatively. She looked back at Cleo with amazement, then looked at Roberta and said incredulously just ankara vip escort the single word, “really,” and then turned and gave Carl a snickering omniscient scan of appraisal, her eyes traveling up and down the entire length of him.

Carl returned her look with one of awakened oblivion. He had been friends with these girls most of his life and could not bring himself to sense uneasiness, but then the odd thing happened in that Shantel and Roberta and Cleo all went into the other room for a minute, leaving Carl alone, and their barely audible whispering shot through the closed door right into him, their hushed group sounding so quietly excited, triggering an ineffable stirring in his body. He became cognizant of a change to his physical state, how he was zinging with the faintest pageantry of exhilaration, awakening a greater awareness of the surroundings, of the upcoming game, and of who might do what with whom. His face lit up, his eyes bolted awake. His urge to play expanded, and he found himself feeling light, pliant, and willing.

The girls came back, all three of them trying to hide an open interest in Carl by patently ignoring him. They went to the table and focused on the dice. Fluttering lightness continued in Carl’s body, finding its way everywhere.

“Like I was saying, ” said Roberta, “the game goes way back to a game from older days. The rule for under 5 is first base. Five is second base. Six is third base, or roller’s choice, but we don’t go all the way.”

Carl reviewed in his head the vague sense he had of the meanings of these bases. First base was kissing, he knew, and second base he imagined was using your hands to feel the other person. Third base? Carl wasn’t sure, maybe feeling without clothes.

“OK, we take turns. I go first. All ladies go first.” Roberta confidently rolled out the dice on the table top. It came up a 1.

“That’s first base,” said Cleo. “Kiss someone.”

The girls’ eyes went briefly to her and then shifted away to land with permanence on Carl, the only male.

Carl dared not move. Roberta turned toward him and in a fiery instant she turned into something brazen, sexy, and daring. The idea that he was about to be kissed by her, by this suddenly real, larger-than-life female body, seemed oddly affecting to him, as though if it had to happen some time in his life, it might as well be now. He felt fidgety but he felt ready for it. Electricity waved through him with force as he turned his face to meet Roberta who walked over and proceeded to give him a real kiss on the lips. Her soft lips pressed on his with tenderness and his thoughts turned inward with amazement at the perilously gentle touch of the girl. He was moved to a suddenly heightened awareness of being the lone male. His thoughts whirled into chaos, and his body grew tense and anxious. His penis seemed to wake up out of nowhere.

Roberta pulled away and said to the room at large, “Well, how’d you like that?”

There was unequivocal silence. Everyone watched the two of them for a moment. Then Cleo said, “Now Roberta has kissed Carl. She doesn’t have to do that again.”

“What if she rolls another first base roll?” Asked Shantel with genuine interest.

“Girls club rules say she can skip it if she wants, or invoke the girl’s choice rule,” answered Cleo.

Shantel had been paying close attention when Roberta kissed Carl. She had watched both of their faces, and saw what she thought was heated but calculated indifference in Roberta. When she pulled away, however, she saw that Roberta moved with a new nimble grace. And Shantel saw that Carl was flush with embarrassment, obviously deeply affected. Was it because maybe he enjoyed it, and that he was turning red from that, or maybe because he was incapable of hiding before all the girls how embarrassing it was to be kissed by a girl.

Then she saw him quickly drop a hand to his crotch and with the deftest of movements adjust his clothing, and something new occurred to her about what might be happening to him. She got his attention by theatrically covering her mouth with one hand as if to say, oh no! I saw that! And when he did look at her, which she knew eventually her actions would cause him to do, she gave him a knowing smile. The effect of this was apparently to profoundly disconcert Carl, for she watched as he tried unsuccessfully to look away from her, and she manifestly held his eyes while his entire face radiated entreaty. Then, as Carl sat down, he winced and squirmed uncomfortably into one of the chairs, but still did not look away from her, his face going redder.

“Cleo next,” announced Shantel liltingly, eying Carl mostly. She was beginning to enjoy the game more than she had expected.

Everyone watched as Cleo sat down and carefully shook the dice then rolled a 4. She then banged it down on the table and rather matter of factly said, “I have to kiss Carl too.”

“No,” said Roberta. “Carl has to kiss you. Or at least you have to kiss each other.” This distinction adıyaman evi olan escort in ownership made sense to them all.

“Yes, kiss each other,” said Shantel.

“No, it’s OK,” said Cleo peacefully. She stood up and went over to where Carl sat in his chair. “C’mon,” she said, encouraging him to stand up.

Carl’s complexion was still flushed from the impact on him of the kiss from Roberta, but his eyes had returned to the room, looking bright and aware. Very reluctantly he stood up, and Shantel clearly could tell that something about being a male had begun working its magic on him. “I think he needs to kiss Cleo with his eyes open,” offered Shantel.

“Good idea,” said Roberta. “Strategy, I think you call it,” she said observationally.

Cleo planted a soft-lipped and prolonged kiss on Carl, who did keep his eyes open. He looked at Cleo with mild appeasement and tried to kiss her back, but he did not move or flinch or react in any other way. It was ever so slightly less novel than the first kiss with Roberta. But the look in his eyes was one of wonder and greed, and after they had parted and Carl was back in the chair, Shantel could sense that something about him was changing even more.

In a hurry, Shantel then took the seat and rolled the dice, which turned out to be another 4.

“My turn,” she announced. “After this, we all will have kissed Carl. If we keep this up, something’s got’a give.”

For Carl, the erotic excitement of kissing or being kissed by a girl, the soft, warm, receptive touch of a girl’s lips covering his, felt somewhere between fine and abnormal. He replayed the lurid physical sensations of it in his mind, and as he did, he relished that they were new and wondrous. His mind dashed into high gear, and he began trying to make sense of the fact that they were all doing this together, that there were no scruples in anyone’s actions. Like nothing in his life before, the open-ended sexual freedom of the situation started to pry the lid off of lust in his psyche, and for the first time in his young life truly uncontrollable arousal rose up hot and fantastical from the natural abyss within. He was spellbound by it, carried on a wave of it, and feeling intense shame lest he be the only one unable to conceal such excitement.

Shantel approached him, her eyes dark, wide and free. “Are you ready for a real kiss?” She asked with good humor. She came before him and beckoned him up from the chair like a cheerleader waving both hands in an upward fashion. He rose mechanically. She gave him a riveting look, full of challenge. Her face seemed to Carl to be one big invitation.

“Eyes open, now,” she admonished him.

He looked back at her with longing and sheepishly said, “I’m ready.” His heart was pounding out a frantic drumbeat of desire that moved him forward. Their faces came together. Shantel looked at him and Carl found himself fixated looking back into Shantel’s steady, spacious brown eyes and sensing an existential well of allure far behind them. Her eyes beckoned and he wanted to pour himself into her.

To his utter amazement, when Shantel kissed him, she opened her mouth a little and lushly licked both his lips with her soft, flat tongue. He dared not move. Chemistry poured into his bloodstream. Her eyes were suddenly brimming with light and never left his. His physical body began slipping away, and soon a full erection sprouted fabulously in the confines of his shorts, at least partially disguised by the surrounding material. It felt sensational, stiff and hot and pleasurably swollen, and he was preoccupied with it and whether he could hide it from all three girls.

Roberta and Cleo, watching the kiss, looked at each other and nodded their heads ostentatiously. As Shantel pulled back from Carl, their view took in his entire body, and for the most part they saw that Carl was pink with embarrassment. It took them by surprise that when it was over he stood stock still. Having little experience pondering the male form, they had only the crudest expectation of a penis let alone an erection, but it was hugely obvious from the front of his shorts that Carl was now fully aroused. They studied him with new appreciation, enjoying the scene before them, both thinking that, because of Shantel, the girls club was playing out far better than they hoped it would.

“Carl’s turn, ” said Roberta, offering him the dice with a gesture of her hand, openly examining his crotch. He looked at her with a touch of fright, but he sat down and rolled a 5.

“A five! Wow!” Roberta larked. She drew her head back swiftly. “That’s like third base.”

“Does that mean Carl gets to feel one of us up?” Asked Shantel.

“Yeah. I guess so,” said Cleo.

“His choice,” said Roberta, refereeing the event now. “Third base means with no bra.”

This announcement was met with taciturn agreement, as though Carl’s feeling of one of the girl’s naked breasts was simply part of an agreement they’d already entered into, like terms of a lease.

“I’ll do it,” continued Roberta.

Carl felt outnumbered and like he could not argue one way or another about which girl, if any of them, would let him feel her breasts. Certainly Roberta’s breasts were a fair sight more developed than Cleo’s or Shantel’s. He actually felt relieved that it had been so easily decided how this would take place.

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A number of years ago, my wife Joan and I decided to take a long week-end mini-vacation to Minneapolis. It was late August we wanted an end of summer long-weekend break. We came on Thursday night and spent much of Friday shopping and sight-seeing. We decided that on Saturday we’d enjoy a nice brunch, then do some relaxing and enjoy the warm weather before autumn set in. In the afternoon we opted to enjoy the pool at the hotel where we were staying.

Joan was wearing a one-piece beige strapless swimsuit that was fairly conservative being loose and not overly form-fitting; the one she preferred to wear around people she doesn’t know. It was a hot, beautiful summer day and the pool was pretty busy with lots of people in in town to shop for the coming school year. The shallow-end of the pool was crowded with kids and there were lots of their parents both in the water and sitting around the deck.

We were in the water mostly wading around, since it was really too crowded to swim much. As we got closer to the deep end, there was a group of five or six dads who were obviously assigned to watch their children as they swam. They were probably in their early to mid-30s with younger kids and were sitting on the edge of the pool drinking beer and enjoying their adult company and conversation. They all seemed to have a sharply roving eye out for young women in bikinis, while their jobs as familial “lifeguards” were certainly being secondary, if not altogether forgotten. Joan gave them a look of concern as she recognized the scene that was unfolding based on having scrutinized my lifeguarding skills when our daughter was a child.

As we splashed around one little girl, probably 5 or 6 years old seemed to be getting into the water that was soon going to be over her head and kırşehir escort she was starting to be frightened. Joan was the first person to see her struggling as she started to cry out for help. The “dads” group wasn’t paying any attention to the girl, so Joan immediately trudged over to help her out. As soon as she got to the girl, other adults were starting to realize what was happening but for some reason weren’t yet jumping in or coming to help her.

When Joan reached the girl, she’d gotten into even deeper water, and started to seriously panic. Her wildly flailing arms reached out to Joan for help and grabbed the top of her strapless swimsuit and pulled the front down to completely expose both her breasts. Since she was holding the girl under her arms so she wouldn’t go under, Joan couldn’t free her hands to pull her top back up. So, her alternative was to pull the girl to her chest in an attempt to shield her breasts from those around her. But then the girl’s father came on the scene, looking angry and quickly and rather roughly grabbed her out of Joan’s arms. Having removed the child from in front of her, he really got a close-up view of her bare breasts, as did nearly everyone else nearby in the pool, and most certainly the group of dads sitting closest to us.

I think Joan was more than a little a little stunned by everything that was happening so fast, because it took quite a few seconds for her to perceive her situation and then react by pulling her suit back up. The surprise in being so exposed and the light breeze on her wet skin had instantly made her nipples hard; in fact, it seemed to firm-up and expand her whole breasts. This was not lost on the dads’ group who were clearly surprised and more than impressed to see malatya escort what Joan had hidden within a proverbial and literal “plain brown wrapper.”

The kid’s father left without so much as a “thank you” for her literally saving his daughter. I hugged Joan and told her she was certainly my hero for preventing a possible drowning.

Everyone around us in the water pretty much scattered. I figured they were a little embarrassed that they saw my wife’s breasts and didn’t quite know what to say, or equally aghast at the father’s poor behavior. The dads group took advantage of Joan’s predicament for all it was worth, trying to see as much as they could for as long as they could. Again, given her being older and the style of the suit she was wearing, I’m sure her pert breasts were an unexpected delight for them.

I wouldn’t have been surprised if they had given Joan a round of applause, and not for her lifesaving effort. We decided not to hang around the pool much longer either. Being caught half naked and being anonymous was one thing, but now people were recognizing her as the “topless hero” and pointing her out to their friends and families.

Back in our room we tried to postmortem the pool event. It was easy to castigate the father; first for failing to watch his child, and second, for his rudeness to Joan and not thanking her at all. Assessing the group of dads sitting by were more complicated. While the child in question was not one of theirs, they still failed to see a kid clearly in trouble in time to help. They were certainly vigilant enough to engage in unabashed ogling of Joan’s breasts. I knew how I was feeling about that and if I told her I’d likely have sounded like a possessive, jealous husband. So, I asked her niğde escort how that made her feel.

“Pour us a glass of wine and let me relax a while before I answer,” she said. “I want to think through my feelings.”

After an hour and a bottle of wine, Joan said to me, “I’m a little conflicted about those guys looking at me. They sure weren’t paying any attention to their kids or other people’s kids in the pool, but when my chest got exposed, they sure didn’t miss a second of the show. When a child is at risk, it should be off limits to look for a sexual thrill out of it. But I must admit that once I knew that girl was safe and with her dad, I did feel more than a little excited to have my middle-age breasts displayed much to those young guys’ surprise and delight. I think that’s part of the reason why I couldn’t find the will to immediately pull my suit back up. Does that make any sense to you?”

“Wow, now I think I need a little time to process what you’ve told me. And maybe a second bottle of wine,” I replied and refilled our glasses.

The wine helped me get over my first feelings of possessiveness for my wife’s bare breasts being shared with those other men. Or maybe it was her telling me that she had gotten over her own possessiveness of her body? In any case, I was looking at things far differently now and sharing in Joan’s feeling of arousal. She explained that the accidental nature of being exposed, gave her permission to shed some inhibitions and savor the moment once the child was out of her arms and safe.

We got ready for bed and snuggled, both of us naked, which had become a less frequent occurrence for us over the years. We let the mood take us to the most enthusiastic sex we’d had in some time too.

In the morning we headed home. We talked about how we could regain some of the sensual attraction we’d lost or just overlooked, and how an accidental exposure could ignite nearly spontaneous combustion in our love life. We both were now very open to accidental situations like this, and maybe some accidentally-on-purpose ones too.

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Club Ravish

Tucked in-between The Bubble Salon and Tippy’s Tacos was a little building that stayed as dark as the two p’s in the Tippy’s sign all through the day until night fell.

It was when everything else went dark; the sky, the windows on the salon, the lot — that Club Ravish glowed.

A beacon of neon set on a run-down street corner, diagonally across from a gas station that was ignored more often than it was used, Club Ravish was for sex clubs what the Gala Motel was in her city; not so bad on its own, but certainly not something that drew the eye when standing in the shadow of The Hawthorne or The Vos.

That suited Olivia just fine.

She blended in easily in her sprawling city, just one of a thousand heads kept down as she tended to her daily business. She went to work, came home, shared a quiet dinner with her husband, and then on Friday nights, she was off to Ravish, where she was renewed in the shadows, christened in the sultry light, not so different from the establishment itself.

Meanwhile, her husband assumed she was out with friends.

This wasn’t a complete lie. The patrons of Ravish were among the friendliest company she kept all week. They kept the secrets of her body well, and she certainly looked forward to seeing them.

Inside, where she could drop her coat and mix with the sweaty crowd of people, the skyscrapers outside disappeared, humbled to the high, black platforms in Ravish.

It was a little like being in an art gallery, with thick, red velvet ropes setting off some stages, where those that only liked to be watched lay, their fingers between their legs, the audience’s admired voyeur. Those simple platforms that lacked the guarded prestige of the ropes made up for such minimal grandeur in experience — this was where people who wanted volunteers from the audience went. This is where Olivia preferred to be.

It was dark, courtesy of the blindfold fixed over her eyes.

She could still feel the heat in the club, though, the life in the scent of sex, spiced with the tang of sweat. The strobe lights slipping over her like a second skin, shaking up the restless energy collecting just beneath.

I love my husband, she thought, her eyes falling shut even from beneath the blindfold.

She did, truly. Club Ravish wasn’t some desperate attempt to get away from him or to find some young, twenty-something paramour. She wasn’t unhappy with Dean.

It’s just, he was a programmer, and if she was honest, he made love like one too.

Over the years they shared together, all of which had been very, very good years, their relationship had gained a respectable, grounded quality to it, like finely aged wine. With that, though, of course, the butterflies had started to dissipate.

When he touched her, it was with the carelessness that took one in the act of something they’d done a thousand times before and would do so a thousand times again.

She wanted her body to shock the eyes of her lover with the poignant intimacy of seeing her naked for the very first time. She wanted to be exalted and degraded, rewarded and punished. She wanted to be grabbed and taken, knowing that it was frantic desire for her that spurred such desperate actions.

Besides, it was kind of erotic, being displayed as an object of desire to be used as others pleased. Olivia liked feeling strangers’ hands on her body and so many at once. She liked the liberation of being naked in public and of being able to relinquish her pleasure to the crowd.

Tonight, mounting the stage felt like a sort of homecoming. Olivia’s nakedness felt like armor, like power, rather than vulnerability. She moved her hips around a bit, a gesture intended to stoke the arousal of those in the room as well as keep her body loose for what was to come.

The bass was pounding in the club, so heavy she could feel it in her chest, vibrating her ribs like a tuning fork.

She wondered if anyone was stopped in front of her stage yet.

The blindfold served as protection for her ego if they had not.

Regardless, no one would stay for long if she didn’t get the show going.

She eased her knees apart so that her legs were spread and dropped a hand down to push between her lower lips. Immediately, she was enraptured by her warmth and how slightly wet she was already — no doubt in her excitement for the night. She’d been waiting for this all week.

Her mouth opened in a soundless moan; it was all the same to the crowd. The music would’ve drowned it out anyway.

She felt immense trust then and there; it swelled in her, this confidence she was seeking with these strangers, entrusting her naked body to them.

She felt a hand stroke along her back, and she stiffened slightly, not having expected it. There was a lingering touch at her hair, petting softly. Given how high the stage was, whoever was touching her must’ve jumped up to join her. Her stomach flipped in excitement; she had been here mere minutes. Was she already going to be filled?

Olivia took a deep breath and forced herself to relax, wanting to be loose mersin escort for whatever came next, nor did she want to seem overly eager to her array of potential lovers either. She let her lips part wider, wanting to leave the option open for someone to stick something between them.

Her skin felt electric with the potential of being touched.

She felt something warm grip around her wrist, and her stomach flipped. From her left, she could hear the sound of a snap popping open and fabric shifting over skin. For a moment, Olivia expected to feel a velvet, hot hardness slip into her palm. She imagined a stranger’s hand guiding his cock to her fingers.

Instead, the grip seemed to move closer to her. It paused just for a moment, and she felt something brush along the backs of her fingers as if inspiring them to splay open. Then the guiding grip returned, and she felt her fingers skim the soft, smooth skin just below her clavicle.

She shivered, her breathing growing rough. She could feel the swelling breaths in her chest, tempered by how sensitive and heavy her breasts felt. She could sense where this was leading; she couldn’t wait.

Her heart was thudding in her chest, a war drum for the hot-blooded impact of another body she craved.

The grip pressed her palm against her breast, covering her hand, encouraging her touch to cup it and let it drop. She could feel the weightiness of it as her sensitive nipple brushed against her palm. The hand over hers closed gently over her fingers, molding her fondling touch like clay.

She could feel the slight roughness of callouses along the inside of this stranger’s hand.

Olivia squeezed her breast of her own accord as if to communicate to the other hand that he could stray from this area, that she wouldn’t dare to stop touching herself if he left.

When she felt them release her wrist, she reached up with both hands to give her breasts a bounce, fingers brushing over her stiff nipples, wanting to give the audience something fun to look at.

A twinge of pleasure flecked up her spine at the feeling of friction against the stiff buds. She could feel wetness seeping between her legs. She wondered if anyone else noticed it.

She didn’t know why because she couldn’t see, but it felt crowded, like the air was heavy, and the floor was so packed that the rub of skin against skin was just from trying to cut through the crowd rather than from jerking off.

Still, Olivia knew that at least someone was watching; “Yeah, baby, just like that. Give those tits a nice bounce for us.”

The voice had sounded too far and too low to have come from the stranger up on stage with her. Still, the praise and vulgarity of his wording made her even wetter.

The firm grip returned after her little show, which he took from one breast and guided downward this time to the other wrist.

Olivia’s thighs parted, seemingly of their own accord, baring her cunt better for the audience and her partner’s reach. They guided her hand down, and her certainty melted into satisfaction as she felt her fingers brush the wiry hairs between her legs.

The hold didn’t stop coaxing her down until she felt her fingers press substantially against her folds.

Her breathing stuttered; her partner seemed to take this as a sign that they’d reached their destination. Olivia expected the grip to melt away; instead, it seemed to become more forceful, like it was trying to instill a firmer touch at her sex.

Using the fingers at her cunt, she spread her lower lips open, feeling the delightful, sensitive stretch. Her slick coated her fingers readily as if to signal her excitement at the potential of letting someone fill her.

She thought she heard a grunt, but the sound was too fast for her to be certain, let alone to try and guess where it had come from.

“Touch yourself.”

This voice came from right beside her; she felt the speaker’s breath against her cheek. So deep it was almost a growl, she figured it must’ve been the man holding her wrist.

Her stomach flipped at how virile he sounded.

“I already am.”

His hold seemed to tighten.

“More.”

Olivia ran her fingers along her wet folds, tracing the seam of her cunt before her fingers traced back up to find her clit. The pads of her fingers circled at the sensitive bundle of nerves nestled there, and at once, she felt herself get wetter. She moaned at the fresh sensation that sang through her, vibrant, impossible to ignore, shredding through the feverish heat washing at the inside of her skin.

The man’s voice alone was enough to make her eager to please him with how she looked. She canted her fingers fervently against the wet patch between her legs, wishing the room was quieter so he could hear the lewd sounds she made as she fingered herself. Did he like how her soft cunt looked when her fingers worked it the way they did?

Did he like the way tits filled her palms?

She imagined how much better it might feel with someone’s head buried between her thighs, their tongue lapping muğla escort at her sensitive cleft, their lips meshing against her pounding arousal. She inched forward; maybe if she were close enough to the edge, someone in the ‘nosebleeds’ would be so inclined.

The audience seemed to take to this; soon enough, she felt fingers splaying at her knees, then her thighs, first the outside, then the sensitive insides.

She almost didn’t notice how the grip on her wrist disappeared, traded for a much firmer one at her shoulders that caught her weight with surprising steadiness. For a moment, her stomach felt like it was in free-fall, and her heart was in her throat as her butt sat just at the edge of the platform.

“Be careful,” the voice murmured. “You’ll fall off.”

Her stomach flipped at the tempered concern in his voice.

She had half a mind to lean back into the sturdiness of him. It was strange, having another man look after her well-being, standing in the space where Dean had occupied for so long.

Her other hand was still kneading at her breasts. The image of someone eating her out paired with the movements of her fingers had made her so wet that if they hadn’t been in the club, she was sure other people in the room would’ve been able to hear how she played with herself.

“I wanted to see if someone could use their mouth on me,” she said a bit breathlessly.

“That’s risky. You could try and suck me off instead.”

Olivia considered it; the audience would undoubtedly like it.

The thought of doing something that would please him also appealed to her — and all the more because he’d asked her for it.

Her mouth watered as she imagined his musky scent filling her nose and mouth, his thick tip brushing the back of her throat, the salt of his pre-cum at her tongue.

A thought interrupted the sultry plans she was concocting in her head; the last time she’d blown someone, it had been her husband, two nights ago.

She thought of blowing the man up on the platform with her and then going home later that night to kiss her husband with those very same lips.

Olivia shoved the thought away, pausing the hand’s ministrations at her cunt briefly so she could stick two fingers inside herself.

She arched, rolling her hips into her knuckles as she tilted her pelvis out towards the crowd and fingered herself.

She couldn’t fill herself substantially, but perhaps someone would get inspired to hop up and help her soon.

In response to her partner’s question, she shook her head.

“No thanks, for now.”

She felt a finger tap against her shoulder blade.

“Let me know if you change your mind.”

Olivia was almost certain she would. She wondered how late he’d be staying tonight and if his offer was a standing one.

She thought she heard someone moan from below her, and she imagined people in the crowd, women with their tits out, men fucking their closed fists as they watched her.

The friction of her fingers inside her was sweet. It only intensified the excitement she already felt for this evening, but how could she build on that?

Maybe she should blow the man next to her.

While normally, the anonymity was what got her worked up, the close quarters of this man and her compared to the audience had her fighting the urge to ripping the blindfold off. Was he handsome? Was he big?

His voice was deep, which had her picturing someone stocky and tough.

What color hair did he have? Was he cut?

The grip he had on her shoulders was strong; she wanted to feel them somewhere else. When she’d regained her balance, she leaned back, and his hands slipped from her shoulders to cup her breasts.

He never skipped a beat as he fondled and cupped her, thumbs and forefinger pinching at her nipples, making her moan as she rutted against her hand.

“You have a lot of practice?” Someone called.

Her lips twitched upwards.

“Everyday!”

There was a scandalized ‘ooh!’ from several people nearby, pierced by a playful whistle.

That’s right, folks, I’ll be here all week.

The hands at her breasts squeezed as if letting her know he’d also enjoyed the answer and the wicked thoughts it spun in his head.

“Why use your fingers, kitten, when I can give you something so much better?”

“Then come up here and give it to me.”

She could feel lips at her neck and shoulder, teeth sinking in lightly where the two areas connected. She moaned. Fuck, maybe she would suck him off after all.

“I’d want to fuck you where everyone can see it — you included — like in front of a mirror or something.”

This voice, from the same person in the audience who’d called her ‘kitten’, was almost drowned out by the music and the voices of other patrons. He forged ahead, though.

“I’d want you to watch my cock disappear into you as you bounce on my lap, my fingers at your clit, driving you crazy—”

His dirty talk wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t what had her fingers moving faster inside her either. Her stomach flipped, a wet nevşehir escort heat springing at her skin, washing it cold once it faded, leaving room for the next wave to come up.

She was paying close attention to how the man on stage with her touched her. She wanted to pull his face down so that it was planted in her breasts. She suddenly wanted to sit and bounce on his lap, riding him.

She played it out in her mind; his white-blonde hair washed a brilliant magenta under the lights (where the physical details of her mystery lover came from, she had no idea — nor did she really care,) his long, girthy cock stretching her so bad it might split her into two. And yes — he was handsome — the fantasy demanded it, with facial features that looked like they were cut from marble and eyes so dark a blue, they could’ve been a slate grey.

He had glasses, too, a detail that softened the raw, sexual energy he gave off, as it was.

Out of the mysterious sightlessness came the sensation of someone brushing their fingers against her wet sex, bumping against her own hands as she worked herself. Another clumsy touch brushed against her ribs and the underside of her breast as her mysterious stage partner continued to massage and fondle her.

She let out another moan, louder this time as if she drew volume from the touches of others. She could feel her walls clench and release, pulsating around her fingers; she was getting close.

She wanted to tell the man on the platform with her.

“I think I’m coming.”

Her voice sounded meek. It was like home-Olivia had momentarily stepped in for club-Olivia.

That wasn’t good at all.

“You think, or you know?”

The man’s voice was ribbing.

She was startled at the feeling of someone smacking her ass. Still, it wasn’t very hard and had come from below her, rather than above or beside — Ravish must’ve been packed enough by now that all the space around the platforms was filled with a horny, wanting audience.

“They like you,” the voice from beside her said. “They look like they want to try and mount the stage, and then you.”

“And what about you? First dibs?”

He groaned at her flirtatious offer.

“You couldn’t keep me away,” he nearly growled.

Olivia felt a shivery sensation in her gut that took a few moments for her to recognize — butterflies.

She felt herself clench hard around her fingers, so much so that it disrupted the frantic rhythm she’d fallen into.

The hands at her breasts left and were sorely missed. She wondered where her partner had gone. She didn’t linger long on this, though — the greedy squeeze of her walls against her fingers told her she was near. Rather than waste her energy on missing a man she’d never even gotten to meet, she decided to pursue her own release.

Just as she was starting to feel herself spasm and pulse, ready to unfurl in a loud, wet release in front of everyone — readier yet to put her back into it and put on a show, she felt a spurt of something hot and sticky spatter onto her face.

The crowd gasped in a collective receding wave of noise before it picked up again; some people hooted, some people whistled.

“Fucking sweet,” someone groaned.

Olivia was so startled for a moment that she almost lost the hold she had on her impending orgasm.

Her fingers stuttered in her as she drank in the new sensation of being come on. It seemed her partner hadn’t come in quite some time; the load he dropped on her was generous. His musky scent clouded around her, and she darted her tongue out to catch the globule beading at her bottom lip. Her knuckles crashed against her as she pumped her fingers in, insistent on her own release.

“Couldn’t wait, could you?”

She felt a driblet of cum slip over her breast, catching at her nipple. She came before her partner could answer.

Her skin felt like it was swimming in heat and sweat.

She panted, her chest rising and falling. She could feel something soft brushing at her face and lips, gathering the cum and wiping it away — so her partner was a gentleman.

Blindly leaning her head forward, she caught his fingers clumsily, softly between her lips, her tongue venturing out to see if she could catch anymore spend.

When she did, she smiled wide, letting him pull his hand away.

“You taste good.”

“You look even better.”

She smiled, not knowing what direction to look to direct it to him. Then, she felt a touch at the inside of a knee — nothing sexy, just a light tap.

“Miss,” the voice had an accent that sounded European, she thought. However, her untrained ears couldn’t place exactly where, especially in the messy runoff of club music and voices from the crowd. “Are we allowed to take pictures?”

She had to think for a moment — on the one hand, the blindfold covered her eyes; was she even recognizable like this? She couldn’t imagine how. On the other hand, she really didn’t need leaked photos of her, covered in cum and naked at one of the city’s seedier establishments. She paused — or did she? The idea of people she passed every day in the streets, of her coworkers, of people she’d dined in the same restaurants as — of all of them coming across her picture, or better yet, coming because of her picture made her clench despite how she still thrummed in the aftermath of her recent orgasm.

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Note: All characters are over 18.

I woke up the morning of the pool party excited for the day to come. It was the beginning of my senior year, and according to all of the seniors in last year’s class this one was mostly a big “blow-off.” I already had been accepted to college, so there was no reason to pad my GPA any more. In fact, I had been invited to a pool party by one of the coolest girls in school, Brooke Matthews. Brooke was a blonde, tall and preppy; not exactly my type, but objectively attractive nonetheless. I knew I would never have a chance with her though.

I rolled out of bed and stared at myself in the mirror. Puberty had hit me hard in some ways and … less hard in others. I think I had become fairly “handsome.” I had high cheekbones and a sharp jaw. My blue eyes complimented my brown hair pretty well too if I do say so myself. Best of all, I stood a strapping 6’5″, with long, skinny arms and legs the length of stilts. I really enjoyed being tall, but that didn’t erase my other insecurities.

I had a hard time adding muscle to my gangly frame, for instance, and my Irish genes left me pale as a bone. I puffed out my chest and flexed my lean but slender muscles in the mirror before exhaling dejectedly. Although I would probably be the tallest guy at the party, I knew that my scrawny bod would be upstaged by all of the football players that would be in attendance.

After a few seconds spent looking in the mirror, I impulsively dropped my boxers, leaving me wearing nothing but a pair of white calf socks. If I had one wish in this world, I wouldn’t make myself more muscular or tan. I knew the one insecurity that would always dwell in the back of my head was my small, harmless little cock.

When soft, it didn’t really even “hang” like the other guys I had seen in the locker room; instead, it poked out of my body like a thimble. I stared at the undersized acorn perched gingerly on top of my tight little sack. Although I was circumcised, my shaft was so short that some of the skin covered the ridge of my little pink head. Years of obsessive measuring informed me that it was barely over an inch soft, and a bit under four inches hard. As I gazed at my secret shame in the mirror, I let out a sigh and thought about my recent 18th birthday.

It was official. This was it. It was done growing.

Last night I opted to shave “down there” in anticipation of the party. Not because I thought anyone was going to see it or anything; I had basically resigned myself to (hopefully) losing my virginity at college. I just wanted to psych myself up and feel as “sexy” as possible. The results were…disappointing, to say the least.

But I knew I shouldn’t worry about that today. I should focus on the party. School was finally coming to an end, and real-life was beginning. I slipped on my trunks, grabbed a towel, slathered some sunscreen on my paperwhite skin, and began walking over to Brooke’s house. I decided right then and there that this would be the beginning of the best year of my life.

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I knew Brooke from chemistry class. She sat next to me junior year. Brooke had always been very kind to me; I feel like every high school has the girl who is part of the “popular clique” but somehow manages to actually be pretty chill. Chemistry was kind of my thing—and of course, I was desperate to help a pretty girl—so tutored her a bit and made sure that she passed the class. I think that was why she invited me to the party, even though I wasn’t necessarily one of the “cool” kids.

Not that I was unpopular or anything, I just belonged to the vast, amorphous high school “middle class.” However, I nonetheless expected to be one of the least popular students at the party. These suspicions were largely confirmed upon my arrival.

As I opened the gate to Brooke’s backyard, she ran up to me and gave me a big hug.

“Luke!! I’m so glad you made it!!” she exclaimed.

I was a bit taken off guard, but secretly quite thankful. This public display of affection may prove to be enough to buy me some social capital among the “cool” crowd that surrounded the pool. I didn’t know most of them by name but recognized a lot of them from school. As my eyes darted around the pool, I took mental notes of the various partygoers. Next to a grill set up to my right was Josh, who was basically Brooke’s male equivalent; tall, attractive, muscular, and seemingly a pretty nice guy. Standing next to him was Kyle; also attractive and muscular, but not quite as nice of a guy, at least in my experience. I’m not going to lie, I was definitely intimidated by these musclebound jocks, but I took some solace in the fact that I was the tallest guy at the party.

Brooke ended her embrace and led me over to the group of swaggering bros and cheerleader types surrounding the grill. Other attendees I recognized from school were frolicking in the pool, drinking beers, and engaging each other in conversation. As Brooke led me past the small crowd and tokat escort toward the Josh/Kyle clique, I couldn’t help but stare at her butt out of the corner of my eye. It bounced up and down as she walked briskly towards her friends. Brooke was about 5’9″ and slender, but athletic, with long blonde hair and sharp features. However, I noticed that her ass was bigger than you would expect. I was particularly enraptured by a brown mole on her right buttcheek.

“Luke, have you met Victoria?” she asked, gesturing towards a tan, “sports-y” looking girl with long black hair and ample breasts.

“I think I’ve seen you around!” I said, awkwardly waving to her. This was a lie. I definitely knew who Victoria was; I had certainly masturbated to her mental image enough.

“Oh hey, your name’s Luke, right?” she asked disinterestedly.

“Yeah! I’m pleased to meet you, you know, for real.” That sounded dumb. Crap.

“For sure,” Victoria responded in a flat monotone as she immediately resumed talking with a redheaded girl in a green bathing suit. From their conversation, I gathered that the redhead’s name was Jess. Oh well, I thought to myself with a chuckle. I guess that one will have to stay a fantasy.

“And you know Luke and Kyle, right?” asked Brooke.

“Yeah, we had gym class together freshman year I think! I hope you’ve gotten better at kickball since then” said Josh with a good-natured laugh and a genuine smile.

Just as I had stolen some glimpses at Brooke’s derriere earlier, I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering to Josh’s bulge. Even in board shorts, you could tell he was hung, which simultaneously intimidated me and kind of turned me on. I wasn’t sure if I was bi or just insecure, but I had always been a little obsessed with dicks.

Kyle laughed at Josh’s comment without any of the good-natured charm present in Josh’s greeting. “Yeah, this guy was worse than the special needs kids!” he spat venomously, beneath a thin veneer of humour. No, I didn’t like him at all.

“Kyyyle, that’s not funny!” said Brooke, before lightly slapping his chest in a gesture oozing with sexual tension. Great, looks like I’m the odd man out again. I felt awkward around these “cool kids,” so I decided to slip away as quickly as possible.

“I’m gonna go see how the water feels!” I said, attempting to project an aura of false confidence.

“Ok, hot dogs will be ready in a few!” Brooke stated brusquely, without taking her eyes off Kyle.

As I awkwardly disengaged from the grill scene, I recognized a pair of girls sitting on the far edge of the pool. One of them was a curvy girl named Alexandria; she used to date my friend Andrew a few years back. Andrew used to brag about how his dick was the biggest she had ever seen, which didn’t make me feel great about my little button cock. Today, Alexandria’s pair of double D breasts were spilling out of her black bikini, which honestly looked pretty sexy clinging to her thick thighs and chubby tummy. Alexandria wasn’t particularly popular around school—probably due to her reputation as a bit of a “slut”—but she had always been nice to me.

However, something about the petite brunette sitting next to her caught my eye.

I had seen this mousey, raven-haired girl around school before but never had a chance to talk to her. I think her name was Sophia Sanchez. At school she always seemed extremely introverted, walking through the halls staring at her feet and rarely talking to anyone. She dressed kind of goth, in a way that seemed like she was probably into anime (if that makes any sense…). She was kind of cute, in a nontraditional way. If it wasn’t for my own shyness, I probably would have talked to her before.

Either way, I was just glad to see some other people who didn’t look like they stepped right out of an Abercrombie catalog. I walked up to the two young women and introduced myself.

“Alexandria! How’s it going? Long time no see!”

“Ohhhh, hey there Luke!! It really has been forever. How are you?” Alexandria asked warmly.

“I’ve been good! I’m surprised to see you here!” I said, immediately regretting my choice of words.

“Oh yeah? What’s that supposed to mean? We’re not cool enough to go to the kind of parties you do?” she shot back with a smirk.

“No!! No, of course not…um…I just meant that…” I managed to stammer before Alexandria cut me off with a laugh.

“Don’t worry big guy, I’m just giving you a hard time! Have you met Sophia?” she asked, gesturing to her companion. For the first time, Sophia looked me directly, albeit nervously, in the eyes.

And I couldn’t look away.

I knew she was cute, but at that moment, I realized that she was gorgeous. She stood about 5’1″ inches tall and was extremely petite, but had very little muscle tone. Her short black hair complemented her ivory skin, skin that was further accented by her shiny black nail polish. Her slender legs and short torso were covered by a purple bikini, yozgat escort while her huge brown eyes sat atop a pale, delicate nose that led down her round face to a pair of full lips and a sharp chin.

I didn’t know how, I didn’t know why, but I knew right then and there that I was in love.

“Hey!” she said sheepishly. I’m a bit of an expert in forced confidence myself, so I know it when I see it. “I’ve seen you around school before!”

“Yeah, me too!” I responded with a shy smile. In a rare moment of self-assuredness, I sat down next to her, dipping my legs in the pool and holding my forearm up next to hers. “Looks like we’re both in the pale gang!” I said with a smile.

Sophia laughed uncomfortably. “Yeah, I don’t get too much time in the sun. I only ended up here because Alexandria is cousins with that one girl, Victoria.” Her voice was slightly deeper than I would have expected. However, it radiated sweetness. The awkward smile on her face seemed to indicate that she was growing more comfortable talking to me now that I had broken the ice.

“Oh yeah, I know her,” I said, trying to sound cool. “Brooke invited me.” Immediately I saw a look of discomfort shoot through Sophia’s expressive brown eyes.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve seen her. She’s really pretty…” she said.

Dammit, I thought to myself. I probably came across like a douche name-dropping like that. A moment of silence came over us, as both of us retreated into our shells.

As my momentary confidence began to subside, I heard Josh yell “hotdogs are ready!” from somewhere behind me.

“Oh yay!” Sophia said excitedly. “I’m starved. Are you hungry Alexandria?” she asked, turning to our mutual friend. I felt like a horny idiot, but I took the moment to glance at Sophia’s body. It seemed like her breasts had grown since I had seen her in the high school halls—not that I ever really cared about that to begin with.

Huh, I thought. She must have filled out this summer.

“No, I ate before I came! Why don’t you head over there and meet some new people, girl?” exclaimed Alexandria with a smile.

Sophia looked nervous but stood up from the pool ledge and began to look over at the grill where Brooke, Josh, Kyle, and a whole host of others seemed to be conglomerating. “Ok!” she said determinedly as she began walking toward the crowd. I wanted to join her, but my nerves got the better of me and I needed a second to breathe.

“I’ll join you in a second!” I yelled as she walked off. I couldn’t help but staring at her cute, perky butt as she metaphorically made her way across the lunchroom to the cool kids’ table.

My momentary trance was snapped by Alexandria’s voice; “Something catch your eye, big guy?” I turned and saw her smirking at me suggestively.

“N-no, I was just uhhh seeing how long the line was,” I said defensively, as Alexandria laughed.

“Hahaha don’t be embarrassed. She likes you too, I can tell,” she said, playfully slapping me on the arm. “It’s painful to watch two such cute people bungle their way through a ‘meet cute.’ Besides, you know what they say about tall guys…” she said with a wink.

Oof. That did not put me at ease. My thoughts drifted to my minuscule dick. I could feel my secret shame retreating into my body at the thought of Sophia seeing it and being disappointed. The cold water around my legs likely wasn’t doing me any favors either.

Fuck, I thought. I could never satisfy her, could I? That was when I heard a sound that would change my life.

I was snapped out of my self-pitying trance at the sound of Sophia shrieking. I spun around as quickly as possible, immediately full of concern for the girl I had known for all of five minutes but already inexplicably fallen in love with. What I saw next caused my heart to stop.

Sophia was topless, her arms crossed across her breasts and her black fingernails dug into her ribcage. Her huge brown eyes were filled with fear as every muscle in her body shook violently. The pale skin on her cheeks had turned bright red as tears ran down her face. “Give me back my swimsuit!!” she shrieked, her voice cracking in rage and humiliation.

Victoria stood next to her with a sadistic smile on her face and Sophia’s top in her hand.

“The little bitch stuffs!! I knew her tits hadn’t grown that much over the summer!”

Victoria towered over her wickedly and raised Sophia’s top into the air. “Go on, you gotta jump for it, Tiny Tits!!”

Sophia frantically tried to comply with Victoria’s demand, desperately attempting to cover her small breasts with one arm while reaching for her bikini top with the other.

Victoria’s muscular leg kicked what appeared to be bra inserts into the pool, her ample bosoms swinging along with her. “Next time you’re gonna try to make everyone think you have boobs, make sure you tie the top correctly!!” she said with a wicked laugh.

In fact, everyone seemed to be laughing. Over a dozen of Sophia’s zonguldak escort classmates had formed a semi-circle around her, cackling with glee at her shame. Even Brooke, who I previously thought was “one of the good ones,” was suppressing giggles. The lone dissenter seemed to be Josh, who stood behind the grill with his hands on his hips and a look of disapproval on his face.

Sophia almost seemed to have gone feral. She was jumping up and down, attempting to snatch her purple swimsuit top from Victoria’s cruel grasp while still using one arm to cover her little tits. Deep moans of frustration and anguish escaped from her lips as tears streamed down her cheeks. While Sophia was distracted with re-obtaining her modesty, Victoria’s redheaded friend menacingly crept up behind her.

“Jess!! Oh my God!!” I heard Victoria cackle. Jess had taken advantage of Sophia’s preoccupation and slid her thumbs into the waistband of Sophia’s bottoms. With a single, sharp tug, Sophia’s last shred of privacy was ripped from her. Her pale, hairless pussy was exposed to the world.

Sophia immediately gave up her attempt to recover her top and used her free hand to cover her pussy. In the process, however, she lost her balance and came tumbling to the ground. The bathers around her bony ankles had tripped her up and she fell hard on her left hip as a gasp left her mouth. She rolled over onto her stomach and pulled her legs under her, while at the same moment Jess snatched her bottoms and tossed them on a nearby chair.

Sophia’s small porcelain hands clutched at her raven hair as she buried her head in her knees, while the other partygoers taunted and laughed at her. With her face buried in her knees and her legs curled underneath her, Sophia’s pale bottom and delicate pussy were exposed to the world.

Alexandria and I had been watching this scene play out from the side of the pool, paralyzed by shock. This is not right, I thought to myself.

This is not right.

I’ve never considered myself the most “macho” guy in the world, but at this moment that is who Sophia needed me to be. I was about to risk it all, my chance at popularity, my reputation in the eyes of Brooke and Josh, to help this girl that I had just met.

And it was worth it all. Somehow, I knew that she was worth it all.

I shot up from my perch at the edge of the pool and ran to the scene of Sophia’s public humiliation as quickly as possible.

“What the hell is wrong with you people?!?” I bellowed as I grabbed my towel and threw it over Sophia’s trembling shoulders. I helped her to her feet.

“Are you alright??” I asked her.

I felt Sophia’s body shaking violently from the adrenaline, but she remained silent. In fact, she appeared to have gone almost catatonic. I got no response from her as she stared intensely at the ground.

“Let’s get you out of here,” I said as I began guiding her out of the party. However, we wouldn’t prove to be that lucky.

With one hand around Sophia’s shoulders and the other holding her upper arm, I started briskly escorting her past our classmates. At that same moment, I felt a quick yank around my hips. Kyle, always the jock asshole, had pulled my trunks down to my knees. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach as my white, hairless little penis was exposed to the world. To Brooke. To Josh. To Alexandria. But worst of all, to Sophia.

The initial response from the onlookers appeared to be one of shock, as a silence fell over the crowd. That silence seemed to last an eternity. You could hear a pin drop as my fellow classmates stared at my pindick. Frozen in horror, I felt my life rush before my eyes. My little guy had basically retracted into my body at this point. All that was visible was a small, pink rosebud nestled tightly on top of a pair of dainty, marble-sized balls. This was it. Everyone knew my biggest secret.

After a few seconds, the laughter started.

“HE’S GOT NO DICK!!” Kyle harshly exclaimed as the crowd descended into uproarious laughter.

The ridiculous juxtaposition of my tiny penis and my gangly frame appeared to be the joke of the year to this crowd. Kyle drew his hand to my crotch and pointed out my shame, his fingers barely inches from my underdeveloped genitals. The fact that the final knuckle on his pointer finger was roughly the same size as my dick was not lost on me.

“It’s like a light switch!!” he laughed as he roughly flicked my tiny tool.

In stunned horror, I looked from face to face at the partygoers with their menacing smiles, cackling like hyenas. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I finally got a hold of myself, and while still propping up Sophia with one arm, I roughly swatted Kyles’ hand away from my organ.

“Oooohhhh, babydick’s got some fight in him I see!” he cackled.

I tried to reach down with my one free hand and pull up my shorts, to no avail. They were wet and clinging to my shins. I saw Brooke among the crowd, with both hands over her mouth. She was trying her damnedest to suppress her laughter. Eventually, her restraint gave way and she began belly-laughing as hard as anyone there. Oh well, at least she tried. I guess she really was nicer than the rest of them. Then, the most terrifying thought of all dawned on me.

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Derek, or D, as I call him, had taken my virginity. Afterwards he left without asking me out again.

I knew he was the one, but I don’t think he did, yet!

About a week later I was on my way to night school for my typing and shorthand classes when I heard a car horn. Looking round he pulled up beside me.

It was a warm evening, he was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, god he looked hot.

I was quite covered up, well for me, my tits were covered and my skirt was a good six inches below my cunt.

“Hi,” he said. “How is my favourite cum slut?”

I mumbled some reply, trying to appear cool, but thinking, you bastard, I let you take my virginity and you act so indifferently.

“Fancy a ride somewhere Anna, my cock is getting hard and my balls are full.”

“What’s wrong, Lyn not looking after you.” I asked. Lyn was his girlfriend

“Yes she is, but nothing like you do, come on, you know you want to.”

I did, but was not giving in that easy, “maybe later after nightschool, in an hour say.”

He surprised me by saying yes, he would pick.me up from the college then.

After my class, I went and put some lipstick on, turned up the waist on my skirt to make it look shorter.

He was in the car park, waiting, as I got in his car. As I’ve said before, a Mini.

“Do you want a drink or shall we just find somewhere to fuck!”

Lovely I thought, as I sat there. “Lets go for a drink first please D, then we will see.”

“Fuck you, if we go for a drink will you do what I ask you afterwards.”

My cunt was saying yes please, but trying not to appear that easy, “depends what it is.” I replied.

He drove to a pub, it was in town with a big car park. A favourite for people of our age. It was quiet and he got some drinks. He lifted my skirt, and felt me through my knickers.

“God I’ve never known a girl whose cunt is as wet as your, take them off.”

“Not yet, please D,” I said, as we were sat at the bar on stools. If I had it would have meant taking my knickers off in front of everyone.

“Why not, you know you love it, flashing your body to anybody.”

I had to admit I loved flashing, it never bothered me who saw me.

“Fuck you.” I said as I stood up from the stool and took my knickers off. A few guys whistled as I pulled my knickers down. I handed them to him.

“Satisfied, I bet Lyn doesn’t do this for you.”

“I’m still training her, you are so easy.”

“Any other cocks used that beautiful cunt of yours since me?” He asked.

I looked him straight in the eyes, “only my brother.” I replied.

“You fucking whore, not your own brother, honestly!”

“Yes.” And I told him about the next morning. After he had me, I told my brother the next morning and let him have me.

My cunt was throbbing, getting juicy as I told him.

I know I love it, and as I looked around, a few guys had moved seats, trying to get a better view up my skirt. I swung my legs around on the stool, opened my legs showing my cunt to them.

“Is this want you want me to do?”

He smiled and ran his hand up my thighs. I felt his finger enter me. The guys were watching, their mouths open, as D started finger fucking me in front of them.

Two of them got up and walked to the bar, they stood next to us.

D said, “help yourselves guys, she is easy.”

“You bastard. Not now, please D.”

One guy had pulled my blouse out of my skirt and his hands were up inside, feeling my tits. He undid my bra, and was soon squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples. The other ran his hand up thigh, I felt his finger join D’s up my cunt.

Why am I like this I thought, nice girls don’t let their boyfriends use them like this. D removed his finger, the other guy now had three fingers in me.

D looked at me, “enjoying it Anna?”

“Yeeess, I moaned.”

“Do you want their cocks, you horny slut.”

I nodded as I orgasmed, coming on the bar stool.

He wiped the bar stool with my knickers as we left. The two guys said we will follow you to D.

“You really want me to do this, you know they will want to fuck me.”

“It’s not even if I am.your girlfriend, would you get Lyn to do this?”

“Don’t be silly, she would never to do this, but she is not a cock lover like. You have let your brother, your aunty and uncle fuck you. And you fucking love it. If it helps, would you be my girlfriend?”

I thought for a while, he was right, I love cock and being used. Plus he asked me to be his girlfriend.

“Alright, the answer is yes to both.”

“Kiss me you dirty bitch, I’ve got a hard on thinking of you fucking those two. Watching you take them on, suck them off first so they last longer fucking you.”

So I got in his car, and we drove to spot near the local show ground used by courting couples. Luckily there was no one else there.

“Give me my knickers please D?”

“Why.”

“So you can watch them tear them off me, lets go.”

They were out of their car already.

I walked over to a bench and sat down, ” come on then boys let the lady ordu escort see what your cocks are like.”

D was watching as I unzipped them, pulling both cocks out. I started sucking them, feeling their balls, licking on them.

“Fuck she is a greedy slut, come on take it all the way in, you filthy bitch. I’m.going to fill your fucking mouth with my spunk.”

I was wanking one, while my mouth was busy on the other cock.

D, had his cock out, playing with it, watching me, a big smile on his face.

The first guy put his hand behind my head, pulling me tight on his cock. I knew he was nearly there.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, swallow it you cocksucker.”

I did, a nice load filled my mouth and I greedily swallowed it.

“Your turn,” I said to the other guy as my mouth covered his cock.

My head was soon going up and down on cock.

His cock was bigger than the first one and I had to take some of it down my throat to get it all in.

“She’s taking it all the fucking way in, god she’s good.”

I squeezed his balls as he came in my mouth. It was more than a mouthful, he carried on jerking his load off on my face as my tongue licked it up.

I looked at D, he came closer and sprayed my face with his load. I used my fingers to scoop it up and put in in my mouth, opening my mouth to let them see me swallowing it down.my throat.

They started to pull their trousers up.

“Hang on guys, what about me. Don’t you want to fuck this cunt.” I said as I dropped my skirt, my knickers were soaking. My bush was visible in my knickers. I unbuttoned my blouse.

Their trousers were off in a flash, one pulled my bra off. I bent over the bench, pushing my ass in the air. I stoked my slit over my knickers.

“Well, don’t just stand there, my cunt needs some attention.”

One of them caught hold of my knickers and tore them down to my ankles, his fingers went between my legs and he roughly pushed three or four fingers in my cunt.

“Fuck you’ve got to feel this cunt, she is soaking wet, and she is so tight.” His friend used his fingers as well.

One grabbed my hips and just thrust his cock in me, balls deep. I moaned, as my first orgasm hit me.

“That’s it,fuck my cunt, just fuck me, I want that cock deep in my hole, use me as your fucking cum slut.”

I saw D out of the corner of my eyes, smiled at him as I let them both fuck me and cum up my cunt.

I stayed bent over the bench, my juices and their cum running down my thighs as the guys dressed and left.

“Enjoy that you dirty bastard?” I asked him.

His cock must have been an inch longer than normal as he slipped it straight in my cum filled cock. He only managed a few thrusts before his load joined theirs in my cunt.

We both just sat there, me holding my cunt, him still jerking himself to get the last few drops out. I leaned over and sucked it to help him.

“That was so beautiful to watch. Fuck, I love you.”

He said it, he loved me. I climbed on top of him, putting his limp cock between my cunt lips.

“And, just think they never used my ass, or both at once. Who were they?”

“I don’t know, just two guys I met in the pub waiting for you.”

“Not friends then!”

“No, why?”

“Just wondered.” I said.

In truth I was thinking of Dave, one of his friends with a good nine inches of cock on him. I was riding up and down on his lap, his cock was slowly responding.

We were still fucking as another car pulled in.

I looked over my shoulder and a couple got out and walked towards us. I continued riding D’s cock as they approached. I suddenly realised it was my friend, Sue, and some guy. She saw it was me as she approached and smiled.

“Hi, Anna I see your not a virgin anymore then. You know this is a dogging site don’t you.” She asked.

“No, but is that why you are here?”

“Of course, this John, my boyfriend, I think you have sucked his cock before.”

“Hello John, I’m Anna and this is Derek, my boyfriend.”

Sue said, “fuck turn around Anna, let us see his cock going in you.”

I turned around and faced them as D kept up a steady rhythm. Sue straight away got down and started licking my cunt and D’s cock I rode him. I felt her pull his cock out and put it in her mouth, then push it back in me.

“Fuck your cunt is leaking spunk, it’s running down your thighs and D’s balls are covered in it. That’s never just him is it?”

I told her about the guys who had just fucked me, and she was tasting them as well as me and D.

She carried on licking and sucking on both of us. John had his cock out, looking at it I remembered it. It had a skin blemish on one side.

D said I’m cumming, but Sue just pulled his cock out of my cunt and took his load in her mouth.

“Greedy bitch.” I said.

John then got Sue on her knees and fucked her as we watched. I returned the favour and sucked his cock as it came out of her.

We then talked for a while and agreed to go out on a foursome soon. No other people turned up so we left. osmaniye escort On the way back D said, “you know you mentioned my friends, are you saying you would like to fuck them?”

“If Dave is there, yes I would. I’m sure you would like to see his cock in me.”

“Just Dave or are you meaning a few more?”

“That’s up to you, how many guys would you like to fuck me.”

He never replied, but as he dropped me home, he was smiling as I got out.

We had arranged to meet the following Friday evening. He said he would pick me up about 6 o’clock, and to wear something sexy. I asked him like what, he just replied, like a tart.

I thought I can’t do that, I would have to leave home and my parents would see their daughter looking like a tart. Alright I know what I am, but, not my parents.

So I dressed as normal, nice skirt, blouse and a bra. Then I put some other clothes in a bag. I had bought a black leather skirt that didn’t even cover my ass, a sheer blouse that showed my tits, no bra and some red lace knickers.

He picked me up and looked disappointed, “don’t worry, I will change my clothes later. Where are we going and will your friends be there?”

OK he said, and that we were meeting at a pub in town. Then it was up to me as to how far to go. He told me his parents were away, so his house was available.

We got to the pub, I saw Dave straight away and smiled. D introduced me to three or four of his other friends, and got some drinks. Dave had his hand up my skirt and told the others how good I was at sucking cock.

They moved to a table in a sort of alcove, it meant not many others could see us.

As D was getting the drinks they were all asking if I was a whore that D had found. Dave said no, Anna is his girlfriend but loves cock, lots of cock.

I grinned and nodded, my cunt was leaking as I saw the bulges in their trousers.

D came back with the drinks. I excused myself and went to the ladies to change. I stripped off, sat down for a pee, wiped myself clean.

I put on the lacy red knickers, the sheer blouse. The leather skirt never covered my ass, let alone my knickers. It really was just a pussy pelmet, as we called them then.

I looked in the mirror, god I am a fucking tart I thought. I saw a few other girls in see through blouses, so I thought ok, I pushed my shoulders back pushed my tits out and walked back through the pub. I could see everyone looking at my tits, my nipples were hard,

As I approached D and his friends their mouths were wide open.

“Like what you see boys.” I said, smiling at D.

I sat down, my skirt was so short I might has well not been wearing one. Their eyes were on my tits or my knickers, which were getting wetter by the minute, my pubic hairs were clearly visible.

“Fuck she is so hot.” One of them said. I later found out he was Nick.

Playing up to them, and D, I asked what would they like me to do next as I sipped my drink, running my tongue around the glass.

D introduced me to Dave, Nick, Tom and Andy.

He told them I was his girlfriend and I was a horny bitch that loved cock.

About true, I thought.

Tom said, “so you are saying she is available.”

“And willing.” I said

“To all of us?” Nick asked.

“Of course.” I replied.

There was a lot of discussion about me, most of it disgusting, but it was turning me on. I kept looking at Dave, thinking of his nine inches.

My glass was empty and Nick got some more drinks.

My skirt was riding up as I sat there, my knickers were now on full view.

“Look at that hairy cunt, and those nipples.” Tom said.

“You like my cunt then boys, I think it likes you.” I said as I ran my hand up my slit. I pulled my knickers to one side and put a finger inside.

Taking it out, I held it up. “Who wants to taste it?”

Tom was closest and took it in his mouth. “God, she tastes delicious.”

Nick, sat beside me, soon had a couple of fingers in me.

“And juicy.” He said.

I slid forward on my chair so my cunt was more available. Nick took his fingers out, and started to pull my knickers off.

I lifted up so he could get them off easier.

Andy and Dave were just watching.

Soon Nick and Tom were fingering me openly, I noticed that some of the other customers were now watching openly.

I heard one guy say to his girl, why don’t you do that. She was rubbing his cock through his trousers, and just nodded at him.

I grabbed their hands as my first orgasm hit me. I moaned crossing my legs.

“Did you just cum?” Nick asked.

“Fuck yes, the first of many I hope. Are we going yet D?” I asked.

Tom was openly pinching my nipples, having undone some buttons. I thought I could end up naked here if they keep going.

Dave then said, “our turn.” He and Andy swapped places with Nick and Tom.

Dave soon lifted me up and pulled my skirt up to my waist, Andy pulled my blouse wide open.

I looked around, the people watching had formed a block across the alcove, sinop escort so only they could watch. The one girl was openly wanking her boyfriend as they watched.

Dave unzipped and released his cock, the girl gasped as she saw it. Dave lifted me up and pulled me on his lap. I thought he is never going to fuck me here, is he?

I felt his hand on his cock, he pushed me forward a bit. I felt the head at my entrance.

He pulled me back down and I felt nine inches of hard cock fill my cunt. Dave started fucking me in front of the crowd.

Not to be outdone, Andy stood up and soon had his cock in front of my face. My mouth just opened and he fed it in.

The girl who had been watching was now on her knees sucking her boyfriend’s cock. Others were openly touching themselves.

I didn’t care where we were, I had a cock in my mouth and Dave’s beautiful cock stretching my cunt.I

God, it was the biggest cock I had taken, and I was being watched as I rode his cock. Andy just removed my blouse, so all I had on was my skirt, which was bunched up around my waist.

I could not help myself, my hand went between Andy’s legs and I pulled his cock deeper in my mouth. It was not as big as Dave’s, but still a nice mouthful.

I head Nick and Tom talking to D. “Fuck she is so hot and horny, look at her sucking Andy off while Dave is fucking her.”

Dave whispered in my ear, “loving this, you dirty cunt. I’m going to fill your cunt with my spunk. Later it’s going up your tight asshole and Brutus will have been in all your holes. Is that what you want, you cock teaser?”

I tried to speak, but with my mouth full of cock, I went mmuummmm and squeezed my pelvic muscles on his cock.

I found out later that Dave and Carol, his girlfriend called his cock Brutus. I thought we must think of a name for D’s cock.

I felt Andy’s balls tighten up, he was getting ready to unload his spunk in my mouth. Fuck, in front of those watching. I tried to pull my head away, but his hand was behind my neck.Dave was pinching my nipples hard, oh god I was fucking cumming as they both unloaded their spunk in me.

I came, my moans filled the air, my juices washing over Dave’s cock, I swallowed what I could of Andy’s load. I was so turned on, I would have let anyone fuck me. My orgasms just kept coming, god I wanted more cock.

What am I thought, I loved it, being fucked, being used, being watched.

D said, “come on Anna, time to go, they all want to fuck you. We might get thrown out after your moaning.”

I put my blouse over my shoulders, I lifted myself, reluctantly, off Dave’s cock. His spunk was running out of my cunt as we left the pub. My skirt was still around my waist as we reached the car park.I noticed the couple talking to D, and he nodded.

The guys just pushed me in Dave’s car, in the back seat. Nick and Tom got in with me, they pulled my skirt and blouse off as Andy got in the front with Dave. I was laid across their laps, Nick put his cock in my mouth, Tom was busy with his fingers to start with. I soon felt his hand up my cunt.

They were talking as though I wasn’t there.

“Fuck she is a right dirty cunt, a cock loving bitch.” As they did what they wanted to me.

Is this what D wanted I wondered. I just felt like a bitch on heat.

I was sucking Nicks cock and balls as Tom was telling the others he was fisting my cunt..

We soon arrived at D’s house, they carried me in like a trophy they had won.

D had prepared the lounge, pillows and blankets spread out on the floor and seats.

I was put on the sofa, as they all stripped off. My eyes were on their cocks. I was licking my lips as D said ok guys, she is all yours.

“Welcome to your first gang bang Anna.” he said.

I said I wanted to pee, but they never stopped. It was like a pack of animals seeing their prey.

Nick and Tom fucked me first, missionary style. Both came up my cunt.

The Dave said, ” time for Brutus to fill that ass of yours Anna. Get on your knees and spread those ass cheeks.”

I did as told and waited for the biggest cock so far to invade my rear passage. Dave used his fingers in my cunt to moisten his cock and my asshole.

They were all watching as he just pushed it roughly. straight in my anus. I screamed in pain. It felt like he was raping my asshole.

He just pumped away, the pain subsided, and I was soon pushing back to meet his thrusts.

“The dirty cunt is enjoying it, aren’t you bitch.”

“Fuck yes, I want it as deep up my ass that you can get it, just use my ass please Dave, don’t fucking stop.”

He treated me like the slut I was.

Dave shot his load in my ass. I orgasmed as he pulled it out and put it straight in mouth.

“Suck my cock clean, you dirty bitch.”

I did, my tongue was all over it, as I tasted his cum and my ass juices.

“Fucking hat trick, every hole used and filled.” He said as he slapped my ass.

I was then fucked in every hole, over and over. In positions I had never thought of. One time I was upside down, resting on my hands, they were holding my legs apart in the air and pushing their cocks in my holes from above.

When I was being spit roasted I saw the couple from the pub watching. D was undressing her, and as she stood there, he bent her over and started fucking her as she watched me.

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This short story is taken from a much larger series of chapters that I have been working on, I have now finished four chapters each approximately thirty thousand words.

They chart the life of a young girl called Jenny from a small town in north east England. In this excerpt we find Jenny at the age of twenty three, engaged and living with her boyfriend in their first house, she has been sexually active for many years and her fiancée encourages her to not only flaunt herself but have sex with whoever she wants.

Jenny’s hairdressing round was as busy as ever and she even had to turn customers away, one of her clients was Lyn, Lyn was the same age as Jenny’s mother but with a lot more life in her. Lyn’s daughter Jayne had gone to school with Jenny and they lived in a semi detached house on the Fairfax estate with Mel, Lyn’s husband. Jenny did Lyn’s hair once a fortnight on a Friday afternoon and once a month she also cut Mel’s hair, Lyn worked at a local supermarket and Mel was a lorry driver who was often away for days but was always back on a Friday.

Things had started off quite normal, Jenny would sort out Lyn’s hair then she would put a towel round Mel and trim his hair while Lyn busied herself with chores usually chatting with Lyn as she cleaned or tidied things up. Often Lyn would leave Jenny and Mel in the kitchen while she went about her work and this was when Mel’s hands began to wander, it started with him stroking her skirt or legs or when Jenny was leaning in close to him her boobs. At first Jenny was shocked and stepped away from him but over time she became used to it, Mel was not particularly good looking, he was older than Jenny’s dad and was always unshaven but it was a difficult situation for Jenny as she could hardly tell Lyn her husband was feeling her up every time she looked away.

Each time Jenny cut Mel’s hair things seemed to go a bit further, it started with him stroking her skirt to find out if she was wearing stockings and rubbing her suspenders, then getting his hand up her skirt and grabbing her arse or feeling his way round her knickers, all this while they both talked to Lyn who was unaware what was going on. By the time a couple of months had passed Mel had now managed to get his fingers inside her thong rubbing her pubes and feeling her slit, he was also very skilful in rubbing Jenny’s nipples until they were fully erect, initially Jenny resisted, Lyn was her friend and she liked her.

But Jenny also realised that she liked his groping and was starting to look forward to her karaman escort visits, she started to wear less tight skirts so he could get easier access to her, wore g strings instead of thongs and thinner tops braless of course. Every now and then Mel would manage to get a finger inside her knickers and up her pussy, grinning at Jenny as he found she was deliciously wet and Jenny would close her eyes as he frigged her while still trying to have a conversation with his wife. Jenny just saw it all as a bit of fun and the thought of a guy in his fifties fiddling with her turned her on, she was not going to shag him, Lyn was always there but it was a bit of a laugh and she had to admit doing it while Lyn was there was the real exciting bit.

Jenny pushed things a bit further one week, Mel had been like an octopus either grabbing her boobs or reaching for her pussy whenever he got the chance, Lyn had just left them alone going in to the front room with a duster and polish and Jenny moved away from Mel and stood in front of him with a cheeky smile on her face. Jenny was standing in front of the seated Mel, comb and scissors in one hand and slowly while looking him in the eye began to raise her skirt, her stocking tops came in to view first then her suspenders and then as a little treat for him her sheer black g string which she had carefully selected that morning.

Jenny licked her lips and snaked a finger down over her pubes and rubbed her fanny while moving towards him slowly, eventually she moved in to his reach and he thrust two fingers under her knickers and straight up Jenny’s dripping cunt. Jenny gasped as he moved his fingers in and out of her, his movement made easier as Jenny was now soaking, suddenly they were disturbed by Lyn appearing at the doorway polishing the woodwork and asking Jenny about potential holiday destinations that year. Jenny was mortified and froze but Mel carried on fingering her and Jenny had no option but to carry on a conversation with Lyn while her husband sank his fingers up her and rubbed her clit, eventually Mel had to stop as Lyn had to put her cleaning things away and reluctantly he withdrew his hand from under Jenny’s skirt.

This behaviour carried on for the next few months, on occasion Mel would motion for Jenny to look at his crotch and he would proudly show her the enlarged bulge in his jeans even rubbing it in front of her, Jenny just laughed and would squat his groin with her comb.

One Friday Jenny arrived at Lyn’s house as normal and Lyn appeared kars escort to be a bit upset, she told Jenny that her mother had been taken in to hospital and although it was not serious she just wanted a quick blow dry as she was going to see her and would have to leave soon, Mel was in the kitchen and had a sly grin on his face as he greeted Jenny. Jenny got to work on Lyn’s hair and in fifteen minutes she was finished, Lyn grabbed her bag and car keys and told Mel she would phone him when she got there, Jenny gave Lyn a cuddle and told her everything would be alright and Lyn left the house.

Mel came and sat in the chair and Jenny put a towel round him and started cutting his hair, she was a bit concerned now with Lyn out of the way what would he expect, maybe he would try and shag her, Jenny was also feeling sorry for poor Lyn but there was nothing she could do about it some things are just meant to be. Mel appeared to be well behaved he did not touch her at all and just sat there like a normal customer that was until Jenny was just finishing his hair.

As Jenny was leaning over him he started undoing the buttons on Jenny’s cream blouse, he started at the bottom and soon had them all open and Jenny’s ripe young firm boobs were on full display, Mel opened her shirt and caressed her tits touching her nipples until they stood out proudly. Mel leaned forward and licked Jenny’s nipple before sinking his mouth over it and sucking on it, at the same time he grasped her skirt with both hands and lifted it over Jenny’s hips exposing her black suspender belt and stockings, his hands moved to her taut bottom and pulled her to him. Mel left Jenny’s tits and started licking her neck and ears before searching for her mouth where Jenny opened her lips and kissed him back her tongue meeting his as Mel’s hands continued to kneed her bum and grind her down on to his crotch which was now hard with excitement.

Mel stood up and lifted Jenny so they were facing each other and started to move her backwards were he lifted her on to the worktop, pulling her g string down her hips and off one leg before parting her thighs and pressing himself close to her. Jenny sat there looking at him, her blouse was wide open her tits heaving, her skirt was bunched around her waist and her stocking clad legs wide apart with her young fanny gaping and glistening. Mel pulled his shirt over his head and reaching down unzipped his jeans before leaving them to roll down his body, his thick cock sprung up and Jenny reached down kıbrıs escort to grasp it before pulling it towards her pussy.

Jenny leaned back as Mel took hold of his shaft and pushed it forward rubbing his purple head up and down Jenny’s lips, Jenny gasped as he inched his dick forward and slowly inserted it up her before burying it deep inside her until their pubes were intertwined. Slowly Mel built up a rhythm and Jenny reached on to him as he fucked her, Mel leant forward his tongue again licking her neck and started sucking on her soft skin as his cock pounded in to Jenny who could feel her fanny getting wetter and wider as her orgasm was building inside her, she pulled his mouth off her neck and poked her tongue in to his mouth as she came on his dick and moaned as her climax shot through her. She could sense he was going to cum and took hold of his arse and told him to fuck her harder and cum inside her, Mel started groaning and sped up his thrusting and biting on her neck.

Something moved to Jenny’s left and turning her head to the kitchen window she was face to face with someone looking at her, Jenny was shocked, it was Terry, Mel’s mate who was getting a great view of her getting screwed. Mel announced he was going to cum the same time as Jenny screamed and started to push Mel off her, Mel was in mid orgasm and as his cock was pushed out of Jenny’s wet pussy he started to spurt his cum, the first burst covered Jenny’s fanny and the rest hit the drawers under the worktop where it started dripping down and on to the floor. ‘What the Fuck’ Mel gasped and Jenny pointed to the window where Terry was grinning at the pair of them, Mel pulled his jeans up and Jenny eased herself down off the worktop her arse sliding over Mel’s spunk before running out the kitchen where she went to the bathroom and did her best to clean herself up.

Jenny could hear Mel open the door and talk to Terry and waited until the door had closed before returning to the kitchen where Mel was sat reading the paper. Mel explained that Terry was a good mate and would not say anything and if Jenny was up for it they could have another go upstairs as Terry would not be coming back. Jenny was really embarrassed and told Mel that no she would not be doing that and she would not be doing anything with him again, she just wanted to leave and collected her things and made for the door, before leaving the kitchen she pointed to Mel’s cum plastered all over the drawers and floor and suggested he might like to clean that up.

Jenny sat in her car, ‘fucking hell’ she thought, Peter her boyfriend knew Terry, they both went to the rugby club, and he had just witnessed her being shagged and spunk hosed all over her fanny, she would have to tell him tonight, but first she needed to go home and change her skirt was covered in white stains.

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Steve’s secretary Leslie was cute as a bug in a rug. Not stunning. She’d never be a model. But she was girl-next-door cute. Long, brunette hair fell down around an always smiling face and past her shoulders. She was slim with just the right curves in all the right places. Her eyes always sparkled with the innocence of a child and her smile lit up a room. She always wore nice, tight clothes that often revealed way too much skin for an office. No one complained. I couldn’t hide my stare every time she walked past my office.

And she was delightfully dumber than a box of crayons.

One crisp October day I called her into my office.

“What’s up, Mark?” she asked cheerfully as she bounced into my office.

My bone as soon as I saw you! “Oh, nothin’. Just bored so I thought we could just bullshit for a little bit.”

She plopped herself in a chair in front of my desk. “Sure!”

We chit chatted for a bit, then I decided to go for it.

I leaned forward in my chair. My eyes darted side to side. “Leslie, can you keep a secret?” I whispered.

“Oh sure! I’m like a vault!” Which I knew was the truth. Steve had told her things in confidence he should’ve never told her. Not one peep about any of it got around the office.

“Good good. Listen, all year long we’ve had Employee of the Month contests. Have you heard anything about it?”

Her jaw dropped. “Nooooo! No I sure haven’t!” That’s because it didn’t exist.

“Right. That’s because only a very select group of employees are nominated each month. Only the best of the best. And we want to keep it quiet so we don’t upset the other employees who don’t get selected.”

“Oh! Right! Sure, that makes sense.”

“Well, this month you’ve been selected as one of the finalists for the month of October.”

Her eyes grew wide. “(GASP!) No way!” she shouted. I held my fingers to my lips and shh’d her. “Oh! Right! Sorry!” She gathered herself and quietly yelled, “No way!”

“Yes way. Congratulations.”

“This…this is amazing!”

“Well, hang on a second. You’re a finalist. You haven’t won it yet. There are a few things you have to complete before you can win.”

“Really? Like what? What would I win?” My cock stuffed inside you if you play your cards right!

“Well, if you’re Employee of the Month you get a $25 gift card to Applebee’s.”

“(gasp) I love Applebee’s!”

“And then, at the end of the year, one of the monthly winners will be chosen as Employee of the Year. They get a certificate and a $100 gift card.”

“(gasp!) A certificate?! And a $100 gift card?! Oh my gosh! So what do I have to do?”

I asked her some random, easy questions. She got most of them right, which actually surprised me. Then I asked her to stand up and come around the desk so I could get a better look at her.

She giggled. “You see me every day, silly.”

“Yes, but this is different. I need to take a really good look at you. Lift up your skirt so I can see all of your leg.”

Without hesitation, she turned and lifted one side of her short skirt all the way to her hip. Far enough to reveal the thin band of her g-string and plenty of sweet ass. Her leg was tan and smooth.

“Perfect. Now show me your stomach.” She yanked her blouse from inside of her skirt and lifted it to just below her breasts. Her stomach was taut and tanned just like her legs. “Man, you must work out!” I’d like to give you a work out!

She turned her hips side to side. “I do!”

I leaned back in my chair and scratched my chin. Go for it! “Ya know, that’s great and all. But I really think we need to get those clothes off of you so, you know, I can get a better look,” I said as nonchalantly as I could.

“What?! You…you want me to take my clothes off? Right kilis escort here?!”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Sure, why not?”

“But…but…somebody might see!”

“Then we’ll make it quick. You should probably hurry up before somebody walks in.”

She thought about it. “Okay.” The tiny skirt slipped down her legs and across her high heels. As she pulled her blouse over her head she asked, “Why do I need to take my clothes off to be Employee of the Month?”

I gathered my thoughts while she reached behind her back and unsnapped her lacy bra. “Well, uh, at the, uh, at the end of the year we’re going to do a calendar with all of the winners.”

She placed the bra on top of the clothes she already had on my desk. “A calendar?!” Her eyes sparkled at the thought.

“Oh yeah, a calendar,” I nodded while her tiny g-string slipped past her knees. “So, uh, you know, we want to make sure our calendar girls would, you know, make our competitors jealous.”

“Oh yeah! I get it!” she said beaming. Dumb bitch!

She stood proudly before me naked with the exception of her red high heels, her hands behind her back with a wide smile across her face. Every inch of her body was a golden tan with not a tan line to be found. Her breasts were perky and sat up way and high. She had a landing strip of brown hair perched just above her puffy pink lips. It was tough to keep my composure. I long ago lost the battle with my trouser snake.

Once again, she turned her hips side to side. “So? What do you think? Do I look like a calendar girl?”

“Oh, absolutely!”

“I’ve always wanted to be in a calendar! That and one of those men’s magazines, you know? But a calendar would be great! I can’t believe I’m going to be in a calendar!” She was so lost in the thought she completely forgot she was butt naked.

I held up a finger. “Well, you’re not a calendar girl just yet. You’re really close! Really close! There’s one more thing I need for you to do before I report back to the other judges though.”

“Really? What’s that?” I unzipped my pants and pulled out my python. Her eyebrows went to the top of her forehead. Her hand covered her wide open mouth. “(GASP!) Mark! Why…why did you pull your…your thingy out?!”

“Because I need to check out your oral skills,” I said as calmly as possible. “The judges will want a full report.”

“Oral skills?”

I waved my tool at her. “Yeah, oral skills. We need to make sure that, you know, your oral skills can pass the test. So I need to make sure that, uh, you know, your oral skills are satisfactory.”

She thought about it. Then it hit her. “(GASP!) You…you want me to, you know, suck you?!” I nodded my head and continued to wave my beef stick at her. “But…but what does that have to do with Employee of the Month?”

“Leslie, there are so many things required to be Employee of the Month. Way more than paperwork and a pretty smile.” I could see her hesitation. I could also see her lips swelling and starting to glisten. “You want to be in that calendar, don’t you?”

She nodded. “I really, really do.”

“Great! Why don’t you slide under my desk here. I need to really evaluate your skills and it might take a little bit.”

“Um, sure, okay.” She sexily slid into the dimly lit space and I moved my chair forward. I shivered when her small, thin fingers wrapped themselves around my shaft. “My gosh, Mark, it’s so big!”

“Have you ever, uh, practiced your oral skills on anything this big before?”

“Gosh, no! I mean, I’ve seen plenty of thingies before but, gee whiz, this one is really big!” I’ll bet you’ve seen plenty of them!

“Well, give it your best shot. I really want to see you in that calendar.”

“I’ll kırklareli escort do my best!”

“Uhgah!” I croaked when she took me into her hot, wet mouth. Her head began to bob. My swollen tip slammed against the back of her mouth every time she took the top half of me in. It felt like a shopvac was taking me in. Oh yeah, she’s done this before! My hand went to the back of her head. “Oh yeah, that’s it, Leslie. You’re doing great!” I moaned.

“Mmmmmhmmmm! Mmmmhmmmm!” she gurgled. The room quickly filled with the sounds of slurps and gags.

Two minutes later there was a knock at my door. The bobbing under my desk froze. The door cracked open and a head popped through. It was Matt, one of my designers and a friend.

“Hey, Mark, got a minute?”

“Uh, yeah, sure come on in.” Leslie choked when I shoved down on her head. Matt furrowed his brow and briefly glanced around the room wondering where the noise came from before sitting down.

“I’ve got a question about this Upchuck brochure,” he said as he laid his designs on my desk, not noticing the clump of clothes on the corner.

Leslie’s head began to bob again while I tried to concentrate on Matt’s concerns about the brochure. Meanwhile, Matt couldn’t help but notice the occasional sound that sounded as if it were coming from under my desk but wrote if off to the creaks of an ancient ventilation system.

Then it happened.

The tip of one of Leslie’s red high heels slipped out from under my desk and tapped Matt’s foot. He looked up from the floor with a confused, shocked look on his face.

“What the…” I held my finger to my lips and shhh’d him. He paused before he whispered “What the fuck?” I smiled and moved my hand that was above the desk up and down. “No fuckin’ way!” he whispered. I nodded. “Who is it?” I nodded my head in the direction of Leslie’s empty desk. His jaw dropped. “No fuckin’ way!” I held my finger to my lips again then motioned for him to come around the desk. His jaw dropped when he saw the top of her head diving in and out of my lap. “Oh fuck! No fuckin’ way!” We both chocked back laughs. I waved at him to go sit back down.

I winked at him then mouthed “Play along.” “Man, have you seen Leslie today? Damn!”

Leslie’s ears perked up. Her bouncing head stopped. Huh? She gagged when I shoved her back into my groin.

“Huh?” Then it hit him. “Oh! Right! Oh fuck! Man, those legs…damn! I wouldn’t mind having those wrapped around my neck.”

Are they talking about me?

“Oh, I know, right? And those tits! Just the right size. Firm and perky. Goddamn!”

“Oh fuck! She could poke an eye out with those fuckin’ nipples of hers!”

They are talking about me! A white hot heat grew between her legs hearing them talk about how they’d use her body. She couldn’t help herself. She squeaked at the first touch of her own hand. The throbbing in her mouth grew stronger.

“You know that Employee of the Month calendar we’re working on?” I asked.

Matt looked confused. “Huh?”

I frowned at him and nodded my head. “You know, that Employee of the Month calendar,” I growled.

“Oh! Uh, yeah, right, the calendar. Uh, what about it?”

I wonder if Matt’s one of the judges? I’ll have to be super nice to him just in case!

“Don’t you think she’d be great for this month?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

I’m going to be in a calendar! She sucked me harder and faster.

“After she’s passed all of the tests, of course.”

“Oh! Uh, yeah, right. The tests. Sure.” There was a pause. “You know, all the guys talk about what a tight little body she’s got,” Matt continued.

All the guys?! A light yipe slipped through her lips when she buried two fingers in her soaked karabük escort slit.

“I bet she’s got a tight little cunt, too,” I groaned.

“Oh fuck yeah! I’d tear that shit up!”

Oh my God! Yes! her mind screamed while she thumped her raised kernel hard and fast.

“She’d wear your sorry ass out,” I chuckled.

“Maybe,” he snickered. “I’ll bet she sucks cock like a pro.” We both fought back laughs.

“I’ll bet she likes sucking on fat cocks,” I said with a grin.

“Mmmmmhmmmm! Mmmmhmmmm!” she quietly moaned. I do! I do love sucking on big, fat cocks!

“Play your cards right and you might find out some day,” Matt said with a laugh caught in his throat.

“I wonder if…if…grrrrrrr…if she’d take two at a time.”

“Oh, I’ll bet she loves a little DP.”

Yes! Yes! I love two big, fat cocks inside of me! Oh God! Oh God! Ah…ah… “Mmmmmmmmmmm!” she couldn’t help but moan as the electricity of her self-inflicted orgasm tore through her body.

Matt and I both smiled ear to ear hearing her muffled moan. I shoved down on her head and rocked my hips.

“Oh yeah, I…I…grrrrrrr…I have no doubt she…loves a little…mmmmmm…a little double…teammmmm…” I groaned through a clenched jaw. My body stiffened and my hand on the desk balled into a fist.

Matt covered his mouth to muffle his laugh as Leslie coughed and gagged while I shoved down on her head and held it there. Spunk quickly filled her mouth. She swallowed as hard and as fast as she could.

“You okay there, buddy?” Matt cracked.

“Never better,” I panted.

Leslie’s head shot out of my crotch and she gasped for air. She found herself yearning to have my pole crammed into her every hole.

“Well, uh, I…I think that about covers it, doesn’t it, Matt? Any other questions?”

“Oh, I have a ton of questions,” he grinned. “But they can wait until another day.”

When Matt got out of his seat he had a noticeable bulge in his pants. Poor bastard I chuckled to myself. I rolled my chair back and peered under the desk. Leslie was on her knees wiping a streak of white from her chin. She tucked it between her lips and smiled.

“Mmmmmm, you taste delicious,” she purred.

I helped her crawl out from her hiding place. While I pulled her to her feet, I asked, “So, did you like that?”

Her eyes lit up and she giggled. “Oh my gosh! That was so naughty! And exciting! That was fun! Do you think Matt knew I was under there doing, you know, that?”

I shook my head. “Nah, he didn’t have a clue. C’mon, let’s get you dressed before somebody else comes in. She grabbed her g-string and bent over to put them on until I stopped her. “You know what? Do you want to score bonus points with the judges?”

“Do I ever!”

“Good. Don’t wear underwear for the next couple of weeks.”

“Really? How will the judges know I don’t have any underwear on?”

I smiled and winked. “Oh, they’ll know. Just put those in this drawer here for safe keeping.” She dropped the g-string and bra into the drawer I had pulled open.

“Who are the judges anyway?” she asked as she pulled her skirt up her silky thighs.

“Ohhhh, I can’t tell you that. You might give them special treatment. We can’t have that.”

“Is Matt one?” she asked as her blouse came over her head.

“I can’t tell you that.”

She gave me a mischievous smile. “I’ll bet he is.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Maybe he is. Maybe he isn’t. I really can’t say. You’d better get back to your desk before somebody comes looking for you.”

“Oh! Right!” She stopped at the door and turned. “So, uh, when…when you all make a decision?”

“In a couple of weeks. I’ll let you know.”

“Okay.” She paused. “I really wanna be in that calendar. I’d do just about anything to be in it.”

Anything huh? “I’ll be sure to mention that when we meet to discuss the candidates.”

“Okay! Thank you, Mark!”

My lips curled into a wicked half grin. No, thank you.

Will Leslie be October’s Employee of the Month? To be continued…

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