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I want to go back, and talk a bit about my life in Japan before I came to Oceanview, and how I ended up this way. I think a lot of it has to do with my older sister Norika and a few other things that happened that year, the year after I turned 18. I was living in Kamakura, a small resort town on the coast, with my parents, just finishing up high school (a year late), and trying to decide what to do next. My family moved around a lot when I was growing up because of my dad’s job. We lived in Hawaii and New York before coming back to Japan. I was kind of thinking about studying abroad.

At school, I hung around with my best friend Michiyo, a shy girl, polite, studious, but kind of funny. I theoretically had a boyfriend of sorts, Tomoyuki, not a swimmer, just a guy who’d asked me out. He was kind of cute, but he too studied a lot, so we hadn’t really done much at that point.

My sister Norika changed after she got into university. She started dressing and acting differently, more worldly. She’d get all dressed up, and go out, and only return home late at night, not telling us where she’d been. I wasn’t sure what she was doing, but I was curious what it would be like to be your own person, out on your own, deciding things for yourself.

Anyway, one weekend, I saw her come out of her room carrying a stack of magazines.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Mom wants me to clean out my room, so you guys can use it after I move out.”

“Can I see?” I asked, pointing at the magazines.

“Sure. Just throw away anything you don’t want.” Norika dropped them on my bed, and went back to clean some more. I untied the bundle, and started looking through. She had a whole bunch of Japanese fashion magazines: “slim down for summer,” “the latest bikini fashions,” that sort of thing.

One of the magazines that she had a lot of is ‘anan.’ I guess it’s sort of like Elle or Vogue in the States. As I leafed through, I came to this one with a photo of a nude girl on the cover. I was a little surprised because I guess I had this picture of ‘anan’ as a pretty serious women’s magazine. I didn’t really expect a women’s magazine to have nudes. I turned to the cover feature–Beautiful Nude–and all the pictures were of these different girls running around naked on a beach in Chiba just east of Tokyo. Apparently, the models were just readers–college students or housemaids– who’d written in, and said they wanted to have their picture taken nude by this famous photographer. The shots were of the girls laughing and running on the beach, or posing by the rocks. It all looked so natural. I thought ‘Wow. I’d like to do that too.’ I mean, not pose for a magazine, but just run around naked on a beach somewhere. It seemed adventurous, naughty, something grown-ups do.

I kept going through the pile, and Norika had a couple of more issues of ‘anan’ with the same feature. I looked through at all the pictures, and was really surprised at how many girls were willing to pose nude like that. I also began to wonder why Norika seemed to be collecting just this series. Was she planning on writing in, and asking if she could do it too? It was a bit hard to imagine, but the way she was acting, it did seem possible.

Just then, my mom called up from downstairs. She and Norika were going out to buy some pastries at the bakery. Dad was already at work, so after they left, the house was really quiet. I decided to have a shower, so I stripped off my p.j.’s, but before I went downstairs, I finished looking through the magazines. I lay naked face down on my bed. It was kind of fun having some privacy for once. Without really thinking, I slid my hand underneath my tummy, and began dabbing at my you-know-where.

Another of the magazines was ‘Zekushii.’ It has all this bridal information on wedding halls and dresses and honeymoons. Norika could be dating now, but I don’t think she had a steady boyfriend. She’d never brought anybody home anyway.

I leafed through, and I was shocked when I found they had this feature on… get this–outdoor sex!!! I’m not kidding either. They were recommending that readers try it on their honeymoon, and they had these pictures of this couple getting naked right next to a river, and making out as if they were making love. I was just so amazed that they would recommend this kind of thing in a bridal magazine.

I read the article, but I was a bit disappointed. They made it sound so romantic and everything, but whoever wrote the article probably had never even tried it. They just said go out camping, like it was easiest thing in the world. What I wanted to know was the more practical things: what kind of stuff to bring, how to find a good spot, and how to tell if anyone else is around. But what’s Norika doing with this? Was she into the outdoors? She did seem a bit wild especially lately.

I kept going through the pile. In one of the weekly glossy picture magazines (Friday or Flash), I found an article about this girl who went to a popular disco in the Bay adana escort area of Tokyo, and stripped off all her clothes while she was dancing on the stage. It wasn’t like a strip club or anything, just a regular disco. Apparently, she got arrested, but she told them that her boyfriend was in the self-defense forces, and had been sent overseas, and so she was doing it as a kind of protest. I thought that sounded like a silly excuse, but anyway, I was impressed she’d gotten up the nerve to strip naked out in public. At that point, I could hardly even imagine being brave enough to do something like that.

Anyway, I wondered a bit more what Norika was doing with all these magazines, but I decided not to ask her. I know she’s my sister and everything, but I didn’t want to pry. What she does is her business, you know? She can decide for herself.

At the end of April, we got a break from school for golden week. My dad took the three of us to the States to visit some of his American friends from when he studied there when he was young. One family we visited was the Andersons. Jack, the father was a protestant minister who’d gone to school with my dad. He was easy-going and funny, a bit different from my picture of what preachers are like. His house was fairly big, but there weren’t enough bedrooms for all of us, so for some reason, I got put out in their backyard in this tent with Jack’s son, Duane, a boy around my age. Duane had red hair and freckles. He peered over at me, curious, but was polite at first.

Night fell, and I went out to the tent with Duane. I was kind of nervous.

“Are you like a ninja or something?” Duane asked.

“No…,” I laughed. What does he think Japan is like anyway?

“I’ve seen the movies. You can like walk through walls, and jump thirty feet,” he insisted.

“Are you talking about kung fu movies?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s Hong Kong, not Japan,” I corrected.

“Anyway, I’m going to go back to the house, and change into my p.j.’s,” he finally told me. I nodded for him to go ahead, and he left. I was still in a bit of a daze, taking all this in, but I eventually realized I should change into my p.j.’s myself. I checked the door of the tent, making sure no one was outside, and then took off my shoes. I guess I could have gone back to the house too, but I figured Duane would be gone a few minutes. Should be enough time.

I peeled off my sweater and t-shirt next. My jeans were quite tight, so it took some doing to push them down my legs and off. I undid my bra, and stuffed it away in my bag. It felt kind of weird getting naked out here in this stranger’s back yard. I kept checking the door, listening to hear if Duane was coming. I pulled my p.j.’s out of my bag, only then realizing they were some silly owl design. I wish I’d brought something more adult. I pulled on the p.j. top, did it up, and then peeled off my panties as well. I started shivering. It was a bit cold outside, but more than that, I think I was reacting to the danger of being naked out here with Duane so nearby. I did manage to pull my bottoms on, and just in time too, because soon, Duane came back. His p.j.’s weren’t all that fashionable either, a blue and white plaid.

I got into my sleeping bag, thinking we’d just go to sleep, but Duane sat up, kneeling, facing me, and giggled,

“Show me your hooha!”

I looked at him, not quite sure what he meant, but he went on,

“You know, your box, your slit, your cooch.”

Slowly realizing that he might be serious, I got out of the sleeping bag, and got up on my knees, a bit on my guard by then.

“What? Are you kidding? No!”

“Come on. Just a peek. It’s no big deal.” He darted in closer, trying to grab the tie at the front of my p.j. bottoms. I was so surprised. He’s the son of a minister for heaven’s sake. I’d never had any boy ask me to show him my pussy before. ‘Is this normal in the States?’ I wondered.

I grabbed Duane’s hands, and backed away. He just laughed though. At first, I was afraid, but when I saw him laughing, I got angry, and turned on him.

“You show me yours first,” I cried, grabbing at his p.j. bottoms. I wasn’t really so interested in seeing his penis, but it made sense at the time. He’d asked to see my pussy, so why shouldn’t he show me his manhood? He looked surprised! I almost had him too, but when I came closer, he grabbed for my waistband, so I had to switch to defending myself.

“Yow!” I cried out, catlike, just barely wriggling out of reach. I was just reacting without thinking, but I think all my squealing and squirming was turning him on. On one level, he was still trying to be polite–more giggling than attacking really–but he was clearly fascinated by me and my body. I must admit I didn’t really get all this. My p.j.’s weren’t sexy at all, just kind of stupid and dorky looking, something my mom must have bought for me. My face is cute I guess, bright eyes, aquiline nose, soft pink lips, but I wasn’t wearing ankara escort make up or anything. I have no idea what got him so riled up. Was he spying on me when I was changing? That might explain things. I hadn’t really experienced this so much at that point, but when guys see me naked, they do sometimes turn crazy.

It had been a while since I’d talked with an American boy. I guess I have grown up, and filled out, look more like a woman. Japanese guys hit on me sometimes, but not like this! I didn’t really get though what the point of this was. Is this just a game? A prank? Or is he really trying to sleep with me? Is this how Americans hook up? I had no idea.

Duane wasn’t really a big boy, and considering he’d started all this, he was pretty cautious. He hung back, seemingly determined not to let me get a peek at his equipment.

“Hey, no fair!” I cried out. I dove forward, sliding my hands in, trying to get a hold of his belt. I brushed against his penis, but he reacted swiftly, pushing my hands away before I could get hold of his bottoms. He was laughing uproariously, but still, kept pushing me away.

I began to wonder why he didn’t offer a trade–he show me his, and I show him mine. In a way that would have made more sense than chasing each other around the tent. I vaguely fingered the hem of my bottoms, toying with the idea of showing him. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. Did he expect me to lay back, and let him strip me? That might be fun, if I’d been more interested in him, just to see how he’d react, but I don’t know. The whole thing was crazy for a hundred different reasons. I don’t know him. He is a preacher’s son. He’s my dad’s friend’s son. All of our parents were just inside, and could probably hear us laughing. None of this made any sense. Why did he even suggest it if he wasn’t going to take it seriously?

We continued to face off, standing crouched, poised to parry, but when I dove for him, he’d run away, not letting me get in close.

He didn’t seem like a bad guy really. Maybe there weren’t many girls living near here, or people treated him differently ’cause his dad was their minister. The whole thing was pretty strange, but I don’t think he meant any harm, and was surprisingly bashful about showing me his own body. We did keep bumping into each other, but he was surprisingly respectful considering. I was honestly a bit aroused, breathing heavily, eyeing him, but he was more cagey, watching my every move. It was like he just wanted to see my body, but didn’t want to offer anything in return. It wasn’t even that I wanted to see his weenie. I just wanted it to be ‘fair’ although I wasn’t quite sure what that meant in this case.

We circled each other for the longest time, with the odd burst of activity when we dove for each other, but eventually, we both stopped attacking, and lay down, all out of breath.

“Truce?” he offered. I raised my hand accepting his offer. He finally settled down, and got into his sleeping bag. I continued watching him, suspicious, but he just closed his eyes, and went to sleep. So weird.

I don’t remember exactly what happened the next day, but we both probably kept the whole thing to ourselves. I haven’t really told anyone about this up until now. Anyway, a curious night.

When I got back to Japan, Norika moved out to her new place. I wanted to go to college in the States, so I researched up on that, and sent off some applications. In the summer, Dad and Norika got some time off, so he took us on a trip to this seaside village called Dogashima in the Izu peninsula, west of our house. The village turned out to be just a few fishing huts and a small old-style hotel on a beach on a small inlet. It was beautiful in a way though. Just behind the hotel, there were these tree-covered mountains surrounding the bay on three sides. The beach was nice too, although there weren’t that many people there.

I brought my school swimsuit, a navy blue one-piece tank suit, a bit boxish and not terribly sexy. Norika was in full make up for some reason, glossy red lipstick, eyebrows tweezed, her hair neatly brushed and held in place with mousse. Norika is quite beautiful when she gets all dolled up like this. She’d bought a light blue polka dot bikini with side ties. This was all part of this sexier new her. Neither dad nor mom commented on the change. Her bikini was more daring than what we’d seen her in up until then.

Dad bought this big inflatable lifesaver ring for us to play with, but it took forever to fill it up. We finally got it blown up, and then swam out to this floating platform in the bay. Norika kept looking back at the beach, but we were the main two who swam this far out. There were people, families here and there back on the beach, but it wasn’t crowded compared to Enoshima, the beach where aunt Sachi lives.

At maybe four o’clock, a lot of the other people there started packing up to go home. We swam a bit more, but then took the ring adıyaman escort back to the shore. Mom went inside, while the rest of us packed up our things.

I helped Dad, but Norika disappeared off somewhere to change. When she came back, she was wearing flip flops, a wide-brim straw hat, sleek dark sunglasses and this white t-shirt just barely long enough to cover her hips. Her legs were bare, and she was walking really slowly, looking all around. Instead of coming back to where Dad and I were, she just kind of hid in the shadow of the hotel. I didn’t know what she was doing at first, but she can be strange at times, so I just ignored her.

Dad and I pulled the cap off the spout on the inflatable ring to let the air out, but the hole was so small it took a long time for the air to seep out. Dad kneeled down on it, and motioned for me to do the same. Norika finally came over to help. She was still walking strangely though with her fingers spread out across the hem of the t-shirt at the front. Dad said to her,

“Here, Norika, can you help Emi with the tube? I’ll start taking the chairs and stuff to the car.”

Norika nodded, but was still just standing there, stiff. Dad folded up our lawn chairs, and took them to the car. Only when he had rounded the corner of the hotel did Norika come closer. I looked up at her. She kept looking around nervously.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she replied, but I knew she was up to something.

“Here, can you just hold down that part?” I said pointing to the other side of the ring I was squishing down on. She put one hand between her legs to push the t-shirt down, moved the other hand around to the back, and carefully squatted down. It was only then that I finally realized why she was acting so strange. She didn’t have anything on under her t-shirt! She was basically naked under this short shirt!

It was only slowly starting to dawn on me why she might be doing this. It must have something to do with sex! Still, coming out here bottomless was just cray-cray. Dad was just round the corner, and there were still people here and there on the beach. Our hotel was just behind us with hundreds of balconies looking down on us. Norika had filled out too, especially her breasts. She has one of those bodies that guys zero in on even when she’s dressed, so coming out here commando was just asking for trouble. What on earth is she doing? She was taking a terrible chance.

Norika brought out her hand from behind her back, used it to steady herself on the ring, and then kneeled down onto it. She began gently bouncing up and down on the tube. She put one hand on the tube to steady herself, and buried the other deep between her legs pulling the t-shirt down with it. When she bounced, her t-shirt billowed up at the back. She lifted her hand off the ring, but then apparently decided to leave the t-shirt alone. In fact, she sat up straight up, leaving her bare buns exposed. She nervously peered around trying to tell if anyone was watching. Her cheeks had turned bright red from the embarrassment. I couldn’t see her eyes through the sunglasses, but she looked nervous, like a deer in the headlights.

We finally got all of the air out of the ring. I stood up, and brushed myself off, while Norika just kneeled there for a moment. I took a quick step to the side, and sure enough I could see her bare backside clear as day. Norika is not fat, but she does have quite an ample behind, hard to miss. She quickly pulled down the hem to cover it.

I looked up at the hotel behind us wondering if anyone had been watching. At first, it looked safe, but then I spotted someone in one of the second floor rooms. He backed away from the window when our eyes met, but I was sure he had been watching. It even looked like he had a camera in his hand. I think he’d been watching her, but he was trying to act like he was just taking pictures of the bay.

“Um, Norika…,” I started to warn her. Norika looked at me, wondering I guess if her secret was out. It seemed she hadn’t noticed the balcony guy yet nor even realized how indecent she looked with her big bare backside showing.

To tell you the truth, I felt confused. I couldn’t believe my own sister would do such a silly thing as come out here with no underwear on. Our mom often tells us not to get naked when people are around. I didn’t want to lecture her. Honestly, it was Norika’s own fault if that guy had got pictures of her behind. I picked up one of the towels we had been sitting on to shake it off.

Norika had trouble standing up while holding on to her t-shirt like that, so she let go, letting the hem hang free. She brushed her hands together to get off the sand. The t-shirt swayed in the breeze, coming dangerously close to revealing her cushy butt cheeks again. She turned, looking to see if there was anyone on the beach behind her. There wasn’t. Even the guy from the balcony had disappeared. She raised her hands above her head to stretch. Her t-shirt rose, revealing her pussy to the sunlight. Her pubic hair was quite wispy, brown more than black, and kind of hid her pussy lips. Was she dyeing it?

I shielded my eyes from the bright sun, but I could just make out the outline of the man above, coming back to the window. Worried, I said,

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Eventually, living with Alexa got too difficult and I made plans to move back home to Michigan. Since I wouldn’t be moving for another month and I wanted to continue working during that time, I arranged to stay with a friend of mine, Brian.

We had always been close, best friends in fact, but living together changed our relationship slightly. I don’t know if it was the fact that I was living with him, or the fact that I would soon be leaving, but our friendship became much more flirtatious. Suddenly his jokes took on a more sexual nature and his glances down my shirt became much more frequent and obvious. I loved watching him emerge from the bathroom after having taken a shower, a towel wrapped around his hips and the water shining on his body. I imagined walking over to him and licking the water droplets off of his lean torso. Since the couch in his apartment was nothing more than a loveseat, we sat very close to each other, and the heat radiating from him rivaled that of the hot Florida summer. I’d stare at the TV, fantasizing about turning toward him, pulling his long blonde hair to the side and licking his neck. I didn’t do anything about it, however, not really wanting to make the living situation awkward or chance ruining the friendship we had.

The sexual tension between us grew as the day of my departure grew near, and in that last week it was like lightening. The night before I was scheduled to leave we listened to music and chatted, sort of saying our goodbyes and enjoying my last night there. He sat on the couch while I sat on the floor in front of it, giving him a great view down my shirt and the opportunity to drape his leg over my shoulder. It startled kahramanmaraş escort me, this overt physical contact. Until this point, all contact between us had been accidental, but this was intentional and it got my heart racing. His skin was hot and I absentmindedly stroked my fingers up and down his leg as we continued to talk. Nothing was said about what he had done or what was happening, just the usual chatter, but it did take on a more sexual nature from then on. I had a hard time really concentrating on the conversation; I can’t even recall what we talked about, just that suddenly everything he said was loaded with double meanings. I was much too distracted by thoughts of rising to my knees and slowly unzipping his pants, taking the cock that I had longed to see out of those pants and feeling it in my hands, in my mouth. My face was hot, I was trembling slightly, I was getting wetter by the minute, but I did nothing (I’m still kicking myself for not exploring that side of our relationship, but I thought doing nothing was the better option). Eventually we decided it was getting late and headed to bed.

Since he had a one bedroom apartment, I slept on the couch in the living room. The layout was such that the bedroom and living room were connected, and because the air conditioning never worked right, he slept with his door slightly open. That night, I lied awake in the dark thinking to myself “His door is open. I could just walk in there and slide into the bed with him. If he came out and asked me to suck his cock right now, I would. Oh god, he needs to come out here right now and ask.” I fought with myself, weighing the pros and cons kastamonu escort of just walking in there when I heard the bed squeak. I strained my ears, hoping the squeak I heard was more than just him moving around. The thought that he might be jacking off in there, possibly thinking of me, made me even wetter. I slid my hands down between my legs, slowly rubbing myself through my shorts. There! I heard a slight moan. He *was* touching himself! I slid my hands underneath my shorts and panties, slowly rubbing myself but avoiding my clit.

He moaned again, and I heard the rustling of the sheets. Did he think I had fallen asleep? Did he want me to hear? I started to hear pants and little groans, and I slid my finger along my slit, feeling the wetness that had been building all night. I gasped, half hoping he might hear me. The bed in the next room squeaked again and I heard the bed frame hit the wall. I let my finger rub the wetness over my clit and listened to him groan again. “He has to know I can hear…He’s doing that for me”. The thought that he was in there, touching himself, probably imagining sliding himself into me, thrilled me, and I threw my leg over the back of the couch. The bed was creaking more often now, indicating an increase in his pace. I started rubbing my clit faster with one hand and slid one of my fingers slowly inside me. I wanted to know what he was thinking. Was he sliding his cock in my mouth in his mind? Was he slowly entering me while I leaned over the couch? Was his dick sliding in between my breasts? The once quiet moans grew slightly in volume.

I rubbed my clit harder and slid my finger inside me faster; kayseri escort letting out a moan I’m sure he had to have heard. I didn’t care. I wanted him to hear. I wanted him to know that listening to him jack off got me so wet I had to fuck myself. I imagined going in their, climbing on top of his body and sliding his cock inside me. I wondered how big it was, how hard it would feel inside me. I groaned again, sliding a second finger inside myself.

The bed was creaking steadily now, and he was making no attempt to hide his moans. He was panting, and I could just make out the slapping sound of skin on skin. I drew up my other leg, both knees in the air and spread wide. The two fingers inside my pussy were going faster and faster and I moaned loudly. In my head, he was on top of me and I was digging my fingernails into his back, begging for him to go faster, deeper, harder. He was almost continually moaning and groaning now, and my moans were matching. The finger on my clit was flying; I was so close.

I started to hear his grunts, he bed was squeaking even louder and the headboard was continually hitting the wall behind it. I knew he must be close and I wanted to wait for him.

“Uh…Uh…OH….yeah…..UHHHHHHH”

So close…….The squeaks, the pants, his moans, thoughts of him on top of me, my wetness, his cock, wanting to see him cum, to feel him cum inside me….

“UHHHHHHHHH…….OOOHHHHHHHHHHHH” With that loud grunt I knew he had cum, so I plunged a third finger into my pussy as my finger flew over my clit and made myself cum as well.

“Yessssssss…..” My back arched and my stomach spasmed. I could feel my juices leaking out of my pussy and my breathing stopped. I panted as a I came down and brought my fingers to my mouth, licking myself off of them.

We didn’t say anything the next day, and we hugged when I left, but a big part of me wishes that I had just gotten the courage to walk through the door that night.

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Opposite my apartment lives this gorgeous- tall dark sexy guy. He has muscly ABS and strong thighs like a cyclist, hard and tight, sharp featured face with bluish eyes. His name is David. I am jealous of his girlfriend. She is beautiful though- with long blond hair, shapely legs, and tiny round little butt, but she has tiny little breasts. Her name is Tina. I sometimes see them at the pool downstairs. I am pretty disgusting, staring at him, even when his girlfriend is with him.

The other day I just got upstairs from shopping at the mall. I had just tried on the little skirt and top I had just bought. It was a black skirt and a black strappy tight top. I was standing at my lounge window when I saw David and Tina getting out of their car. They had just been to the beach and David got out of his car wearing only black speedo. Now, this really got my attention. I stood at the window and watched them. What a butt? The tight black material stretched over his cute little butts. I wanted to be down there pulling them off. David, shaved for swimming so he had a smooth body and you could see his muscles stick out. I felt bad craving and desiring someone else man, and thinking these lustful thoughts. Tina then got out and she was wearing a white bikini bottom and white bikini top. She had firm little breasts, but her nipples were poking out the material and looked quite sexy herself. I watched these two as they walked into the apartment block and then I just stood there at my windowsill day dreaming.

I looked down at their apartment and the sun was shining into their dining room. I saw them walk in and I just carried on watching hoping they wouldn’t see me. I moved to the side and hid behind my curtain but kept on watching.

David lifted Tina onto the dining room table. He walked in front of her and stood in between her legs. I was now quite glued to the scenery. I could see him standing there from the side. I saw her hands reach around his back and hold him. Her hands then dropped down and went insides his speedo. I then saw her swimsuit top fall to the floor. I walked across the window to the side. I saw her breasts. They were small, her nipples were erect. David put his mouth and sucked one of them. Meanwhile she had pushed down his swimmers and I could see his luscious butt. I suddenly started feeling myself getting horny seeing this.

I felt guilty but I had to keep on watching.

They were out of view for a few seconds and then.. I saw Tina’s naked butt from behind. She was going up and down. I couldn’t believe it. they must have been fucking right there on the dining room table. I saw her head lean backwards and I saw David behind her. I ran to my study and fetched my binoculars. I focused on her butt. I saw his penis going in and out if her. This was like watching a live porno. Unconsciously, my fingers had find their way under my skirt and had pulled my pink panties aside.

My clit was like a pent up point of sexual frustration and my right index finger was rubbing at it ferociously as my other hand held on to the binocs. I lifted up my right leg ,pushed off my high heels, and rested it on the arm of the sofa. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I stood there in my panties watching them fuck. Suddenly they had got up and left the room. I put the binocs down. I let the elastic go and my panties fell back over my pussy. I looked down at my panties. I had rubbed a wet patch across my pussy. I let my finger go. It was sticky. I lifted it up and I could smell the muskiness from my arousal on the fingertips. I was going crazy with a craving and horniness I couldn’t describe.

I sat on my couch and tried imagining the images of what I had ordu escort just seen and touched my pussy running my fingers up and down my vulva feeling their moistness but an orgasm wouldn’t come. I just felt more and more frustrated. I gave up and thought I would go down and have a swim at the apartment pool.

I grabbed my gym bag with a black bikini in it and went down to the pool. Nobody was there. I got my towel out and David and Tina entered the pool area. They came over to sit right near me. If only they knew that I just watched them have steamy sex. I was still frustrated however and a bit angry. I had too much sexual energy and I needed to vent it. Tina and David were wearing the same swimmers they had on earlier.

I was about to go to the change room and get into my black bikini but I felt daring and frisky and so without much thinking I pulled my skirt off and had on my pink cotton panties, They were the type with only a thin string at the butt, very skimpy and high cut. It barely covered my pussy hair and was tight around my mound. I then pulled my top over my head and lay down topless. Now, I have Size C large breasts, quite firm with big areolas. They had never been in the sun before, let alone shown to the public. You could see this from the white untanned area across my breasts and butt. I now felt a real tension mount up in my groin. I lay down with my sunglasses on. I knew David and Tina were staring at me probably thinking what a slut I was. I turned around and I knew my butt was totally visible and as you can see from my pic Its not a bad shape either. The sun and me lying there almost nude with these guys staring at me wasn’t helping my need for sex, to be touched. I couldn’t do anything there.

Suddenly Tina comes over and she sits down next to me. I turn over to speak with her. She says to me that she doesn’t want to be rude but she though it would be better to hear form her than stranger. She told me that my pubic hair was showing when I lay on my front. It was my panties. They were so skimpy they hardly covered me.

She recommended a total shave. I asked her if she had it and she said she did and then she pulled her white bottom to the side and showed me her pussy lips. They were smooth with absolutely no hair on it. I told her it looked great and I would have it done. She then told me that even David shaved his pubic area. I told her that I had never realised guys did it and she said come see. He pulled his speedo aside and I could see his dick and balls totally smooth. It looked so strange. All my men had hair there. I was so turned on now from discussing this and seeing him that my pussy was hot and soaked.

My panties were cotton and were pulling into the wetness and showing a slit with a wet patch. I noticed this and though I better not let them see. I quickly got up and told them I was hot form the sun and was taking a dip and jumped into the pool. As I got out, I realised that my cotton panties had gone see through and Tina said with a laugh that If I shave/wax like them I wont have to worry about this happening. I looked down and saw my pubic hair showing through the wet cotton.

I sat down to dry in the sun and I asked them whom they went to for the waxing or shaving and they told me that they did each other. I lay back down to dry and said well that doesn’t help me then. David then volunteered Tina helping me out. Tina looked at him, but the said she would If I wanted. I normally would never have said yes, but in the state I was in I said, “Yes that would be great”.

Tina and David said it was getting too hot, got up saying they were going upstairs. They collected their things and as they osmaniye escort left Tina called out “come upstairs when you ready and I will help you out”. I knew what she meant and after a few minutes I put my top and skirt back on and went up to my apartment to get a drink. I remembered Tina’s offer so I went down to their apartment. I knocked and Tina opened the door.

She was wearing a short sundress and she let me in. I went in and didn’t see David anywhere. I assumed he had gone out. She took me to her lounge and she told me to sit down. She then came back with a white towel in her hand and she laid it down on the chair next to me and told me to sit on it. She had a razor in her hand with some shaving cream. Tina sat down next to my legs, and lifted up my skirt exposing my panties. She tried to pull it aside with her one hand and started to apply the lather on my pubic hair with the other hand. My panties were tight and kept on slipping in. She got frustrated and told me to take it off. I stood up and dropped my underwear and took it off, and then sat down again. Tina then lifted my skirt and I was sitting therein her lounge with nothing on and it felt very very strange.

She lathered my whole pussy with shaving cream and then started to shave down the side. As I felt the cold cream on my folds and on my clit I got excited again. It felt too exposed sitting nude in front of another girl, with my legs open and her focusing and touching around my crotch. It was all too strange. I had to let her go on and she shaved another stripe. I didn’t want her to know I was on fire and I hoped she wouldn’t see it in my eyes. My animalistic temptation was to put my finger onto my tense knob of nerves and just rub it until I felt relief, I had the whole day of sexual tension pent up in the fleshy clitoris and inside my heated up pussy. I imagined doing something irrational but my rational side stopped me and I just sat back and closed my eyes.

Suddenly I hear David’s voice and I open my eyes in shock. He is walking into the room where I am naked. He shouts out at me “don’t be worried I am also in the buff” and I see him walking passed me totally in the nude. He had just had a shower and I looked over at him, seeing the water droplets down his strong muscular back and then his little rounded sexy smooth butt. I couldn’t take the all-absorbing tension anymore. I was fantasising at every whim. Tina just finished shaving the sides of my labia and I looked down and it was smooth like a baby.

I was about to drop my skirt when she said she had a little bit more to do around my butt else hairs would stand out when I wore a g string. David re-entered into the room and stood in front of me looking. I wanted to cover myself with my hand but he was naked too and I looked up at his penis. It was half limp but standing up a little. He said that I looked much sexier this way and I would enjoy it more too, with a naughty grin on his face. I couldn’t help staring at him. His balls looked so big and smooth and full. Tina told me to sit on my knees as if I was doing doggy position and open my legs wide so she could get to the hairs around my butt hole. I was mesmerised with this experience and just did as she asked.

David was sitting on the couch naked. Tina started to shave me around my butt hole as I looked up at David on the couch. His dick was now hard and stood erect. I looked on at him and noticed his right hand stroking the end of his dick. It was red and swollen and his balls were red and rode up his long hard erection. Tina shouted that she was all finished. I stood up and my skirt dropped. Tina looked over and saw David masturbating in front sinop escort of us and she said to me that I better excuse them unless I would partake.

I wanted so much to join in but was too shy to admit it and I started to put my panties back on and thanked her for her help. I looked at Tina and realised that her boyfriend pulling his dick like this was turning her on. Her pupils were dilated and her nipples were poking through her sundress. I could pick up her unease as she saw me to the door. As I turned to thank her I saw David still sitting on the couch with his cock standing up and Tina’s one had was already behind her back unzipping her sundress. I thanked her again and told me to go out and celebrate and buy myself a sexy g string swimwear to wear at he pool and as I smiled embarrassingly her sundress dropped and her little perky breasts came into view. I was about to just step outside when I don’t know what came over me but an instinct took over and I said hold on and walked right back into her apartment and walked passed Tina and knelt down right in front of David.

I took his cock in my right hand and put my mouth over it. It was hot and I let some saliva drip down the side of my lips. I watched it run down his shaft and I just went for it and went up and down. He let out a moan. I took my other hand and a clasped his full round balls. They were so smooth. Next thing I felt my skirt being pulled off by Tina. She then pulled my panties and I raised my leg one at a time to enable her to slip them off me. I then felt a wet tongue on my clit. I nearly died it was such a turn on. I just let out all my inhibition and I let out a screech. It just felt so good. She licked my clitoris and pushed it in with just the right pressure. She then put her whole mouth over my pussy and her saliva mixed with the juices, which were coming out of my pussy and running down my legs. I screamed again.

I wanted to be fucked, deep, deep inside. I sat up and I turned around and sat myself down on his cock. As I dropped my torso onto him I just couldn’t take it anymore and I pumped him up and down. I felt his cock pushing against my g spot deep inside me and I orgasmed, again and again. I had my fingers twisting my nipples, which were hard as anything and Tina just stood there watching with her index finger inside her pussy and small moans coming from her as she watched. I finally felt the relief and realised that I had just stolen David from Tina and got up off his cock. He had not come yet, so Tina was about to move onto him but he guided her to turn around and she went on all knees and he entered he from behind.

I watched him push his hard long cock into her. His balls were pounding against her little butt and her juices were making them wet. I grabbed his balls and I massaged them as he continued pumping into her even harder and quicker. I looked at his butt and I putt my hand right on them and they felt strong and tight. Tina was screaming away now and scratching her fingers on the carpet. She was cumming, but David just went on and on and then he looked up leaned back and had this still expression on his face, as he was about to come.

He lifted his cock out of her pussy and turned around. I then felt his ball contort and spasm as his sperm just flew out. The first spurt landed on Tina’s back and then I let go of his balls and he turned to face me, and it spurt again and again landing on my breasts and on my stomach and then he oozed out a deep breath.

We were all sweated out and I stood up and started to pull my skirt on. His sperm had trickled down to my now clean shaved pussy. I rubbed it into my skin and put my panties on and then my skirt and top.

I didn’t know what words to use. David spoke first and said to me that I was welcome to come back again and again and laughed. Tina saw me out and said she enjoyed it to and I just left. I went upstairs to my apartment and I lay down and fell asleep. I was all out of energy and totally fulfilled.

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(Andy)

I still can’t believe Alice got Skylar and Jen to agree to her plan. My anxious thoughts of Alice with Skylar are still being balanced out by getting a chance with Jen again. Even though it only took a couple days to iron out the plans, it feels like an eternity. My excitement and worry are wrapped up in one as the hours of the day pass slowly, closing in on the time for me to see Jen.

When the time comes, Alice and I kiss, pressing into each other for the last time before sharing a different partner for the night. I’ll be going to Jen’s place, and Skylar will be coming here. I leave and make my way to her house with the guilt of our kiss still weighing on my mind. I lied to Alice about it, then that lie spiraled into a chance to have sex with Jen again. It doesn’t feel right, yet the arousal causing my cock to be solid in my pants drives me forward.

Jen welcomes me in, my best friend for years, but right now, I can only see her as a sexy woman. If she offered, I’d have sex with her right now. Instead, we follow our plan and play some games while ordering food, just like our old hang out times. The games distract me enough to keep from having an erection the entire evening. Hours tick by, and so do the games until we’ve played nearly every multiplayer game we have.

“What’s next?” I ask, sitting up to stretch.

“Why did you kiss me?” She asks.

“Um,” I respond, then pause. “Seeing you be so sexual with Skylar reminded me of how we used to have fun. I always think we probably could’ve had the best of both worlds if we dated each other.”

“Maybe,” she says. “It could have ruined our friendship, too, though.”

“I guess that’s true too,” I say.

“How do you feel about me now?” She asks.

“That’s hard to answer,” I say, sighing.

“Right now, how do you feel about me, like as we sit here?” she asks.

“I feel like you turn me on immensely. I also feel like we can just play games all night.”

“Hm. Well, why don’t you play something, and I’ll be back,” she says, the tone of her voice making me worry a little like I said something wrong.

I watch Jenny go upstairs, then find a new game to play. It’s a single-player game, but it’s one we both like and usually take turns on. I see Jenny come back down almost twenty minutes later. She’s wearing a dress, stockings, and heels. She walks back over to me, her hair flowing down instead of being tied up. I feel my cock rush to attention as she stands a few feet away.

“Keep playing,” she says.

“Huh?” I say, confused.

She drops down in front of me, and my heart speeds up. I can’t imagine she’s about to give me a blowjob. Her hands adamantly undo my pants until my cock is in the open. Again, she tells me to play, so I unpause and make an attempt while her mouth closes over my dick. It isn’t easy to concentrate on the game with the feel of her sucking me so good. Her head moves up and down in my lap, and wet little noises are produced by her lips. I can’t believe how into it she is.

“Are we supposed to record?” I ask.

“We will,” she pauses long enough to answer.

Something about her answer turns me on even more. Her mouth continues to pull up and down all seven inches of my cock, and the way she can take it all is phenomenal. She isn’t the same brand new girl from when we first experimented, but rather a much-experienced woman now. I try to play the game in front of me, but she goes faster, her throat pushing moans out, each one driving me closer. Spit is spilling messily from her mouth, the motions of her tongue making it even worse.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” I warn.

Jenny doesn’t stop. She wants me to cum, and my warning only serves to encourage her. Her hand grips me, stroking with urgency while she licks the tip. The way her saliva coats my shaft makes it easy for her fingers to glide up and down. I tense up, feeling my load rushing into my cock, then it explodes into her mouth. Her lips clampdown, containing it all, waiting for me to finish before swallowing. I can’t help but wonder if she did that so we wouldn’t have to have sex.

(Skylar)

I sit across from Alice, waiting for the check for our dinner. Besides talking in passing, we don’t know each other well, so we both thought it a good idea to spend some time together. Dinner was good, and so were our conversations so far. I learned that she works in criminal forensics, so we had quite a bit to talk about. She’s a little shorter than Jenny and smaller in the chest, too, at least from what I can tell through her top. Her hair is longer, though, and she has more curves around her hips and waist. I insist on paying the bill, even though she protests, but I’ve always been a hopeless romantic in this manner.

When we arrive at her place, she has a camera already set up in their bedroom on a tripod. It doesn’t surprise me since she comes off as a professional and calculated woman. This was her plan from the start, so it makes sense that she’d karaman escort be prepared. On the other hand, I prefer sex to be less planned and robotic.

I try to slow things down using my charm and eventually get her to lie down so I can give her a massage. It’s just a basic version, no candles or oils, just her half-naked while I work her muscles. I can feel how tense her body is, probably worked up from this plan and the job’s stress. She starts to relax after a few minutes, then turns over on her own. Her breasts are definitely smaller than Jenny’s, but they are very perky. She has a nipple, navel, and clit piercing, with a chain attached to her navel. I didn’t expect her to have additional piercings, but I love them.

I continue the massage, my dick now stiff in my pants. Even though Alice is quite attractive, I’m still somewhat wary of having sex with her. At the same time, I picture Andy and Jenny together right now, probably already well into their session. Although I’m not sure about being with another woman, I look forward to watching Andy and Jenny’s video.

I’ve made it down to Alice’s feet now, which are just as cute as Jenny’s. I avoid doing anything sexual to them since I don’t know how she feels about it. Instead, I kiss along her leg, moving slowly to give her a chance to stop me. When I reach her thigh, I look at her face. She has her eyes closed, and her expression is soft. I continue, making my move to her womanhood, placing light kisses upon the outer folds, again, giving her a chance to stop me.

I hear her draw a breath in as if she’s anticipating my going down on her. She has her legs spread wide, with no sign that she doesn’t want this. I move up more, then place my mouth on her, using my tongue to press her clit, which is decorated with a small ring. This is my first time going down on a girl with a clit piercing, but I like it. Alice moans, the sound much different than her talking voice. She sounds sensual and vulnerable. I remember that there’s a camera recording us, so she could be putting on a show too.

I’m eager to make her cum, wanting to see the expression on her face as she succumbs to pleasure. She moans every little while, but I adjust my technique based on her breathing. The room is quiet, so I hear each time she takes a quick breath in. She eventually brings a hand to my head as she moves her hips. The thought of her getting close excites me, making me increase my speed, my eagerness.

“Fuck! Yes!” She moans out loud.

Her fingers curl into my hair as she voices her pleasure in profanities. The way she lets her pleasure be known makes my dick throb. I want to fuck her now. The way she moans, the pleasured look on her face, and her piercings turn me on immensely. I sit up on my knees, my cock tenting my boxer shorts, and Alice lies still in the last moments of her climax. As she lies there, I take in her figure, her features more refined than Jenny’s, but I can’t explain it exactly. Jenny is absolutely gorgeous, though she lacks the small details that a natural woman has. I only notice this because Jenny is on my mind as I look at Alice.

(Jenny)

The taste of Andy’s cum is still in my mouth as we play more games. Times like this remind me of when we were younger, staying up all night, then sleeping for two hours. We have all night tonight, and my blowjob seems to have satisfied him for a bit. I know we are supposed to record our night, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment’s spontaneity. He catches me looking at him while I reminisce.

In a smooth motion, he leans in and kisses me. Our lips meet briefly before he pauses, then he begins again, only this time he’s more aggressive. As he pushes me down on the sofa, I feel the same energy in him from the party, when he kissed me in the bedroom. He claims the entirety of my mouth with his tongue, and his hand roughly tugs my dress down. His hand grabs my exposed breast, squeezing it with want.

My want rises to meet his, wanting to share what we did years ago. We’re both more experienced now, especially me. I have no qualms about being a woman or with being with a man. His movements tell me how bad he wants me, so I put a leg around him, letting him know I want it to. He moves from the kiss to my neck, biting my collar bone, then even lower to my nipple. I remember that we’re supposed to record this, but I don’t want him to stop, and my phone is out of reach.

As he moves back up, I can see his dick out, which vanishes between my legs, then I feel him enter me. I’m wet, so the only resistance he encounters are the muscles of my walls, which stretch to fit his manhood. I realize how close in size he and Skylar are, enough to give me plenty of pleasure. His hips begin to work back and forth, ramping up into quick, powerful thrusts. I wince in pain from the sudden depth he takes in me, but he doesn’t stop or slow down.

Pleasure eventually overtakes the pain, and I look back and forth from his face to kars escort where his cock is slamming my body. Our awkward position on the sofa doesn’t hinder us at all. He has me turn over on my hands and knees, guiding my hips into place with his hands. Again, he shows no mercy as he bangs me like a toy. This is precisely what I wanted; a continuation of where we left off before, when he had me in my own room.

Andy’s vigor keeps up long enough to make me cum. I turn over again, my arms and legs shaky from how intense it is. His dick is still solid, waiting for me to rest so he can continue. I need to stall a bit longer due to the warm pressure I feel in me, which I know means I’m close to squirting. Having that kind of release feels even more intimate than sex, and I only want to experience it with Skylar.

“We should start recording,” I say.

“Good idea,” Andy says. “Alice gave me a tripod to make it easier.”

Andy gets the tripod from his bag, then we go upstairs. Once the camera is recording, I get down and suck his dick some, at least giving the illusion that we’re just starting. I don’t know if we’ll end up being truthful or not later on. Maybe about how he took me on the sofa, but I feel that the blowjob was just something between us. I did that to make him feel good, to break the ice, and to show off how good I’ve gotten.

I take the top this time, starting with reverse cowgirl. It’s a fun position, but it wears me out quickly. I go for as long as I can, then I turn around on him, bouncing myself in a hard, rough manner just as he did to me. His endurance outlasts me a second time as I begin to cum again. This might be the last time we ever get to do this with each other, so I know he intends to have as much of me as he can. I want to give him as much as he wants to take.

(Alice)

I can’t believe how good Skylar is with his mouth and tongue. The way he massaged me, then went down on me, was amazing. From the first time I met Skylar, I had a crush on him. It wasn’t something I ever considered pursuing since I’m with Andy, and I love him very much. But Andy and Jenny have been together before, so I figured I get the best of the deal here.

Skylar takes his time, deliberate with every touch, and kiss on my body. He’s between my legs now, his hard dick brushing my stomach as we kiss. He doesn’t push inside me like I expect, another one of his attempts at teasing me and building my anticipation. I feel him pull back and press the tip against me, only to withdraw each time. My hips are lured up by him, ready and waiting to feel it. He moves forward again, this time letting his manhood claim me.

The slow start leads into a deep, carnal fucking. His eyes never leave mine as he plants his cock in my slit over and over. The way his eyes gaze on me makes me feel vulnerable, like he’s conquered me and claimed my pleasure. His hips rotate in almost a machine-like manner, driving into my body as if his stamina is endless.

He finally stops and slaps his cock against my pierced clit before standing up. As I start to move, he pulls me toward him, his arms curling around, then lifting me against his body. The way his strength handles me is incredibly arousing, then I kiss him as soon as I am able. He allows my tongue to probe his mouth while my body is lowered enough for him to penetrate me once more. I wrap my legs around him for balance, joining the cause of our mutual pleasure. He thrusts his hips up, and I force mine down.

When we both tire, he sets me down, then I turn and bend over the bed. He secures my hips in his hands, then fucks me more. His speed and urgency rise with each moment, then he groans out a warning of his imminent orgasm. I pull forward and turn, dropping to my knees, then scooting to the side so that we’re on the camera properly. I reach and stroke his dick, licking it, sucking it, anything to aid his finish. The warm heat blasts my face as he cums, covering me in his seed.

He brings a towel over for me while I clean up in the mirror and begins to assist me from behind. His free hand slides down my stomach, over the chain, and he fingers me. I’m held in place by his left arm while two of his fingers rapidly work inside me. I watch in the mirror as he continues, seeing every motion of his fingers. A sensation of pressure swirls around, building with each intrusion of his skilled digits as they remain buried in my slit. My climax builds simultaneously, then when it finally overtakes me, I feel a sudden rush of wet between my legs.

His hand pulls up, then he roughly swipes back and forth across my clit, which makes me squirt more. For several seconds, each contraction of my womanly muscles pushes more out of me. I lean over on the dresser, my legs shaking and my mind in shock. There’s no way I just did that. I’d know if my body was able to do something, and this isn’t something I can do. The erotic droplets running down the inside of my thighs are evidence to the contrary, kıbrıs escort though.

When I finally accept what happened, there’s a part of me that wants him to do it again. I turn and face him, standing on my tiptoes so we can kiss. The warm, pleasant afterglow is still present throughout my body, making me feel incredibly sensual. I kiss his lips, then his neck, his chest, then even lower. His cock is already growing erect again as I kneel down. I suck his dick until we end up in bed again, and we fuck. I try to focus on squirting, but it doesn’t happen, even though I do have another pleasant orgasm before he unloads on my stomach.

It takes a little time to clean everything up, then we finally relax in bed. I’m thoroughly satisfied, more than I thought I’d be with Skylar. Still, now that my arousal has mostly subsided, it feels strange to have him in bed with me for the night. Even so, I feel accomplished that I was able to pull this plan off. Jenny kissed my fiancé, so I fucked hers.

“I hope you feel as good as I do,” Skylar says, breaking the silence.

“Oh, I do,” I say. “Isn’t it amazing how something like Jenny kissing Andy could lead to this?”

“Mm, yeah,” he responds. “But don’t you mean how Andy kissed Jenny?”

“It was Jenny,” I say, sitting up more. “At the party, she and Andy were talking in the room, and she kissed him.”

“Jenny told me Andy started it,” he says. “One of them is lying.”

“What if both of them are?” I ask.

“What do you mean?”

“What if they did more but only admitted to a kiss?” I say. “I mean, if they’re gonna admit to a kiss, there’s no reason to lie about who started it unless they didn’t get their story straight.

“I don’t know,” he says. “I don’t really want to think about it right now.”

(Jenny)

I watch Andy’s face as he seizes up in his climax, his cock expanding and throbbing inside as it powerfully injects semen into my body. A somewhat awkward silence takes us both as we clean up. I think back to the first time he ever finished in me and how scared I was. I remember him coming into the room the next morning, then tossing a morning-after pill at me. More memories come to mind, each one something Andy did for me that I appreciated so much.

“Maybe you should come with Alice and me on our honeymoon too,” Andy says with a laugh.

“I think fucking your best man, or woman in this case, is plenty,” I say, smiling.

“Jen,” I have to tell you something,” he says, his tone more serious now.

“What is it?” I ask.

“At my party, I put in a lot of money to increase the chance of seeing you naked,” he says.

“Thank you for all the money, then,” I say, smirking.

“You aren’t mad at me?”

“No, we were all just having fun,” I say. “Honestly, putting on a show in front of everyone like that was a huge turn on.”

“It was definitely a good show,” he says, then goes silent for a minute. “Can I tell you one more thing?”

“Of course.”

“Well,” he starts. “I think I’m still more attracted to you than Alice.”

“Oh, well, I think you two are great with each other,” I say. “And, I would never hurt Skylar again.”

“I know, I’m not asking you to run away with me or anything; I just wanted to get it off my chest.”

“I understand,” I say. “I still have deep feelings for you too, and tonight made it worse than better, I think.”

(Skylar)

We arrive at Alice and Andy’s wedding, which reminds me that we still need to plan ours. As we sit in the car, I look at Jenny, remembering what Alice said about Jenny kissing Andy. It’s something I should’ve asked about already, but I don’t want it to seem like I don’t trust her. We’re about to attend the wedding of two people we’ve had sex with, so I’d rather the air be clear.

“Um, Jen,” I say.

“Yes, love?” She responds—her chosen word making me feel worse about asking now.

“Alice said something back when we did the switch thing,” I start. “Apparently, Andy told her that you kissed him first.”

“I’m sure he did,” she says, producing a small laugh and smile. “He definitely kissed me first, and like I said then, I didn’t stop him, not at first anyway.”

“I figured,” I say, relieved that she didn’t get upset.

The ceremony doesn’t contain many people, just some close family and friends from both sides. Jenny is wearing a female tuxedo, which makes her look ridiculously sexy, but she’s busy with her part of the wedding. Eventually, the main event starts, the music plays, and Alice is escorted by her father. I watch Alice as she walks the aisle, also looking beautiful. Jenny is now standing close to Andy, and I look at her, picturing her in a wedding dress, walking in Alice’s place.

After the vows and rings are exchanged, most of the guests head to the reception, including Jenny and me. There are drinks, music, and dancing, and in-between that, Jenny gives a toast and a small speech about Andy. I bring Jenny out to dance when the music starts up again, then we sway through a few songs. We switch partners for a couple after that, so I dance with Alice and Andy and Jenny dance together.

“We haven’t been this close since you were between my legs,” Alice says.

“I suppose not,” I respond, caught off guard.

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I had fun writing this one. I love the idea for the plot, but think I might have rushed the writing. Nevertheless, here it is. Another absurd, over-the-top fantasy story. All characters are of age and utterly ridiculous. Have fun!

*****

The woman seated across from me was older, perhaps 45 or so. She was tall and slender, thinner than me by a margin, but then I had a more voluptuous figure, especially up top. She was Patricia Marsh and she was the Personal Assistant to Henry Tovall, one of the most powerful men in the world. Miss Marsh accepted an interview with me to fill her position and they flew me out to Mr. Tovall’s property to meet personally. Miss Marsh assured me that I was one of only a few people who had made it this far in the process. For that I was grateful, because my savings was running low, and I really needed the job.

The only things that people knew about Henry Tovall was he was brilliant in business, and shied from publicity. In fact, he isolated himself from the public. He’d taken over his father’s oil company a decade ago, and changed it into a global phenomena, with investments in everything from power, to media, to medicine and technology. He did this all from the small island he owned, off the coast of Florida. Supposedly, he never left that island. I would have thought one who is that reclusive must have a facial deformity or weird limp, but from rare pictures that somehow made their way to the public, that wasn’t the case. Henry Tovall appeared to be tall, handsome, sporty, even fashionable.

Patricia was just beginning with her questions. “It says here you served as Randall Parks’ personal assistant for two years, quitting just over two months ago. Randall Parks? Of Boston Medical? Why aren’t you still with him?”

Randall Parks was a busy man, who demanded the services of a talented PA, but unfortunately he was also extremely rude to everyone around him. Two years with him was too long, but my work had always been top notch. I had prepared an answer to this inevitable question.

“Miss Marsh, it was an honor to work for Mr. Parks during my time with him. As his assistant, I definitely improved my skills and met every demand. I am quite confident Mr. Parks will testify to that. Unfortunately, it is my opinion that his temperament and everyday demeanor made for a toxic environment, and I respect myself too much to endure such working conditions.”

“Hmmm…” said Patricia. “I know Mr. Parks. Met him several times. What you say doesn’t surprise me in the slightest.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. Considering I was interviewing for her very job, I had no idea how she would take that answer. Would she consider it inconsiderate? It was truthful, but perhaps more information than a PA should divulge about a boss who was such a powerful man as Randall Parks. His reputation was important.

“How many people did you tell? About the reasons you left that job with Mr. Parks?”

“No one, ma’am, other than you just now. I expect you to keep this interview confidential, as I will. The public has no reason to know, nor listen to, an ex-employee’s concerns.”

Patricia nodded. “When you say Mr. Parks was rude to you. How exactly?”

“Well, he would often ask for an opinion on something, and then completely berate you for having any opinion at all. If you didn’t want to answer, he would make you answer. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.”

“Any inappropriate actions or words?”

I wondered if Miss Marsh was getting at sexual harassment. It wasn’t unheard of that many powerful men engaged in extracurricular activities with their PA’s, but I would never stand for that. Mr. Parks was, fortunately, an honorable man in that sense. He never crossed the line with me. Mr. Parks was an asshole, but he wasn’t that kind of asshole.

“No, mostly it was just his way of thinking and venting. To intentionally cut down those around him.”

“The thing that concerns me, Miss Landers – or may I call you Lucy?”

“Lucy is fine,” I said, hoping this was a breaking point, a moment we could build rapport. I really wanted this job. The house they stayed in was lavish.

“The thing that concerns me, Lucy, is whether you will have equal trouble around Mr. Tovall.”

I looked Patricia in the eye. “Miss Marsh, I can work under very stressful situations, and I can certainly be flexible to navigate any mood the boss would demand. Those are normal and expected things of a PA. However, if you’re suggesting Mr. Tovall creates a toxic environment, just for the sake of it, as Mr. Parks would often do, then we would not be a good fit.”

Patricia paused. “No… Henry wouldn’t do anything like that for the sake of it, quite the opposite.”

I wasn’t sure what she was getting at, and almost said so, but she continued.

“There is a reason Mr. Tovall values his privacy, and why he only speaks through me, or through personal emails. He has a communication disorder.”

I sat back in my chair, not sure where this was going.

“This disorder can sometimes make Mr. Tovall appear angry, when he’s perfectly fine. It can make him say inappropriate things, when kırşehir escort he has no genuine ill-intentions. It can make him divulge more information about himself, than most would divulge to their own spouses or therapists. This disorder doesn’t make him incapable of doing work. It doesn’t hinder his brilliance in any way. It just makes for awkward, sometimes, embarrassing situations.”

“Is this a rare disorder or something?” I asked. “I’m not sure I have ever heard of it.”

“You’ve heard of tourette’s syndrome, yes?”

I nodded.

“This is that, essentially. It’s a neurological disorder. What I say from this point forward stays between us, is that understood?”

I nodded. “Of course. We are both professionals. I understand and value the importance of privacy, in any regard, for my boss.”

“Let me first state that Mr. Tovall has taken this problem very seriously. He’s tried therapy. He’s tried to anchor acts and words to replace this ‘tic’ of his, but nothing has worked. He continues therapy, and he continues to practice ways to beat this problem, but he is still greatly challenged. Because of that, he demands the services of a PA who can understands that they must not be bothered or concerned by those challenges. Do you understand?”

I breathed in. “I appreciate you telling me this. I suppose, as long as Mr. Tovall respects you, this wouldn’t be a problem. But what exactly… specifically… is the problem? Is it just what he says, or does he also behave differently than the norm in other ways?”

Patricia smiled and waved it off. “Oh no, he behaves perfectly normally in every other way. It’s only his words. Like any thought that passes through his mind risks being audibly communicated. It can be… quite a bit to take in. If Mr. Parks was too much for you…”

“He wasn’t too much. He was just an asshole.” I paused for a moment. “I suppose my brutal honesty may not be appreciated.”

This time, Patricia laughed. “Not at all. In fact, it’s what Henry might like, brutal honesty.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I can’t imagine you came into this interview thinking you would call your ex-employer an asshole? You know, someone I may contact, to get a reference about you.”

“No, I did not,” I said. Maybe I had crossed the line, after all.

“But Henry would like that about you, I promise.”

I smiled. “Well, he’s already different than Mr. Parks then. Randall didn’t smile about anything.”

Patricia laughed again. “Allow me to explain the problem just a tiny bit more, though.”

There was more, I thought?

“Imagine, if you were around Mr. Parks, working, unable to control a thought you had about him, do you think it is possible you would have called him an asshole? In fact, if you were incapable of keeping your thoughts to yourself, you definitely would have called him an asshole, right?”

“You are suggesting this is the kind of problem Mr. Tovall has?”

“Exactly.”

“I understand now, better than ever, his need for privacy.”

“Right, but there’s even a bit more.”

“Yes?”

“As his PA, I am around him more than anyone else. There’s also the maid, the cook and the handyman who all see him regularly, so they understand Mr. Tovall’s challenges. No one else, not even the delivery men, or the pilots that fly us out here, see Henry personally.”

“Okay,” I said.

“I am going to be out for the next nine months, possibly a year, while I have two surgeries on this bum leg. It’s why we’re looking for a replacement.”

I’d noticed Patricia was walking with a limp earlier, when I’d arrived. Now it made sense why she was leaving, if even temporarily.

“This replacement needs to be skilled enough to handle the job without any training. I, unfortunately, don’t have time for it.”

“Then I’m your girl,” I said, pragmatically. “I’ve done it all, Miss Marsh. Really. And I am sorry to hear about your leg. I understand your urgent need for a capable replacement. However, when you say you are only temporarily leaving?”

“Don’t worry, Miss Landers, you’ll stay on when I come back. Believe me, there’s more than enough work for two, and money won’t be the issue.”

Money. Finally, the subject of money. “About that?” I asked.

“You’ll live here, all food and expenses paid. Three thousand dollars will be deposited every week into your account. You get two days off a week, and will have access to travel, always on our dime. We all often travel, all but Mr. Tovall.”

I had almost choked at the pay, but managed to keep my cool. “He really never leaves?”

“Never. But he’s had the house renovated to keep life interesting. There’s a gym, tennis courts, bowling alley in the west wing, swimming pool, entertainment rooms, the beach of course…”

Like most rich people, I thought.

“Lucy, I’m not quite done explaining the challenges Mr. Tovall faces.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll give an example. This morning, I had to personally wake Mr. Tovall. He’d slept through his alarm again, working late. He told me that he hoped I got wet looking at the erection in his briefs.”

“What?” malatya escort I almost laughed.

“Unlike any ‘normal’ person…” said Patricia, “… such words might be construed as sexual harassment. Not the case with Henry. He simply cannot help himself, and while he may have said those words, he did not remotely ‘mean’ it.”

Patricia even made the quotation marks when she said that, which had me wondering…

“It’s important you understand all this,” she said.

“I understand,” I said. “Does that kind of stuff happen often? The sexual remarks?”

“It happens always. So often, that it becomes second nature to understand he means absolutely no harm. The more he gets to know you, and gets comfortable with you, he’ll voice nearly every passing thought that enters his mind, no matter what it is. He can try to hold back for a few minutes, but it is difficult. Imagine never being able to hold one secret thought in your mind, Lucy. That you had to let every one of them escape your lips. That’s his curse, as it were.”

“I’m sure it won’t be a problem,” I said.

“We’ll find out in just a minute,” said Patricia.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“As we were talking, I texted Henry to come on over. He’ll be in shortly. Why don’t you meet him, and then you can decide if you are a good fit?”

I started to get out of my seat.

“Oh, no, honey. Why don’t you stay seated? Henry is anxious enough as it is. Better you stay seated.”

I wasn’t sure why standing would make a difference, but I sat back down as suggested.

“I think I’ll be more nervous than he is, Miss Marsh. I’m meeting one of the most brilliant men in the world. Regardless whether you hire me, I want you to know this is an honor.”

Patricia smiled and nodded. “His tic does bother him, Lucy. To ease things in, let’s abandon handshakes and formalities. Mr. Tovall would appreciate that.”

“Understood,” I said, just as the door to her office opened. In walked a handsome and cut man. He had to have been six foot tall or more, with a swimmer’s frame. He was sharply dressed, so I wondered if he also had access to a personal tailor.

“Henry, come in,” said Patricia. “This is Lucy. Lucy Landers. She was PA to Randall Parks for some time.”

“Oh yeah, I just sent him an email last week. He still hasn’t gotten back to me.” Henry Tovall looked at me and smiled as he spoke. He seemed normal to me in every way.

“Maybe his new PA can’t keep up as well as I could,” I said, joking. They responded well.

Patricia said, “Henry, I was thinking you could ask Miss Landers a few questions, see how you two get along, is that okay?”

“Yup, let’s get this out of the way,” he sighed. Mr. Tovall stepped forward, closer to me, but I noticed he didn’t exactly look at me, rather off to the side, and often at Patricia.

“We prepared for this,” said Patricia, almost whispering, winking at me.

“Miss Landers, how familiar are you with the New York Stock Exchange?”

“I know how to trade online,” I said. “Did it for Mr. Parks all the time. Tech today makes it easy. I’ll know the language you’re speaking, should the topic come up.”

“I get hundreds of emails everyday. You must learn how to filter them. Jesus, you have huge knockers.”

I almost choked. Was I supposed to respond to that? Miss Marsh was gently shaking her head, telling me to dismiss the awkward statement.

“I had to manage the same email issues with Mr. Parks,” I said, truthfully. “I can speed read, too. It may take some understanding of your priorities, but once I am acclimated, any communications will be handled effectively, I assure you. I know your time is limited, much like Mr. Parks’ was.”

“Can you suck those things? Jesus, they’re fucking huge.” Henry then kind of paused for second, looking over to his PA.

“It’s okay, Henry, she’s been briefed.”

“Well, yes, my time is limited,” he continued, and as if he hadn’t just been mentioning my tits and whether I could suck them at all. instead, he just moved forward with his questions.

“I know Patricia was interested in hiring someone who had a job paralleling hers. How did you come to be Randall Parks’ PA?”

“I started in HR, actually, but every time he stopped by, I handled him better than the other ladies in the room. He respected that, I guess, even if he hated me for standing up to him, in a manner. Anyway, he made me tag along with him one day, and it just went from there.”

“I see, so it wasn’t because of your tits?”

“I hope to think not.”

Just then, Patricia jumped forward, leaning over her desk. “Miss Landers, Mr. Tovall requests that we do not respond to his tics.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I looked up at the man, but I saw he was eyeing the floor.

“It’s just that he often says well… much worse things… and addressing them would be assuming that he really thinks those things. For instance, once Henry said – and he’s given me permission to tell this story – that he wished he had a bigger cock, so that he could stuff my mouth with it, just to shut me up.”

I sat rather stone-like, niğde escort not sure I just heard her clearly, while she belted out a hearty laugh.

“Of course, Henry would not wish that on me. His cock’s big enough as it is, but it was some stupid thing that sarcastically passed his brain.”

“Uh… wait… what?” I asked.

Henry interjected. He seemed to be fighting his mouth and I watched it quiver in strange ways. Then suddenly, the words just spat out: “I might jerk off to the image of your tits later!” H then he immediately moved on to the next interview question. “Do you speak any foreign languages? Many of the delivery guys are Spanish-speaking in these parts.”

Without missing a beat, i answered. “I took Spanish three years in school. Not proficient, but I could work on it, I assure you.”

I looked at Patricia and noticed she seemed very satisfied with how I had ignored Mr. Tovall’s rather startling admission. Had he just said he was going to jerk off to the sight of my tits? I looked down to see if I was exposing more cleavage than I had been aware. Nope, all good.

I continued, “My mother was from France, however. French is a second language to me.”

Henry looked at his PA. “I was hoping we would find a Spanish speaker.”

Patricia sighed and said, “Henry, no one who made it this far into the interview process speaks Spanish, anyway. I personally think Lucy is best suited for the job.”

“That’s saying something,” said Henry, this time actually looking at me.

“I mean it,” I said, looking at Henry and then back to Patricia. “I’ll practice an hour or two a day if you like. It won’t take long. If it is one of your demands, I will meet it.”

Henry actually smiled this time.

“I like her. Confident mind, big tits. And don’t mind me when I say stuff like that, please. I don’t mean anything by it.”

With the tits again, I thought, but if he wasn’t actually sexually harassing me, why not just put up with it? I’d get a good salary and get to stay on a beautiful island. I think I can manage.

“When can I start?” I asked.

“You’re already here, so why not now?” asked Patricia. “I’ll cancel the two other interviews and we can get you settled in. I have to leave in three days, anyway.”

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“Can I have a crew go fetch your stuff?” she asked. “We can get a change of address in a matter of days, what do you say? You on board?”

I noticed now that Patricia was limping heavily on one leg, almost trembling. Unlike me, she had been standing for a while. I was actually beginning to feel a bit proud to not just bagging a job, but genuinely helping someone out.

“of course I’m on board,” I smiled. “Thank you for this opportunity.”

I stood up and shook Patricia’s hand, just as Henry blurted out, “I’d rather see you eating each other out, but whatever.”

Patricia rolled her eyes, but kept a straight face. “Henry, you’re taking the day off, yes?”

“That’s right,” he said.

“I’ll help Lucy get settled then. She starts tomorrow.”

“I trust your judgment, Patricia.” Mr. Tovall looked at me one more time, smiling. “She isn’t easy to please. You must be impressive.”

I blushed at the compliment. He quickly bolted out of the room, and I swear I could have heard him say he wanted to “fuck those titties,” but I wasn’t sure. He somehow managed to keep it under his breath.

“So that’s Henry,” said Patricia, still standing. “Think you can handle him?”

“It’s his disorder that causes that? It’s always sexual?”

“Oh, not always… just mostly. I’m sure he was also startled by your assets. Caught his attention, and he couldn’t focus off it. Happens, sometimes.”

“Uh… okay.”

“Yesterday, he was bitching at how it sucks he couldn’t just murder his mother. She visited not long ago. Anyway, Henry wouldn’t hurt a fly, much less his mother, who he loves dearly.”

“Okay, I get it.”

“I’ll be frank, he’s going to mention your tits a lot, Lucy. You might as well get used to it. He’s always telling me he wishes he could whack me on the ass.”

“But…”

“Again, it can’t be helped he has this tic, Lucy. Be honest, when you saw him walk in? Is he not handsome?”

“Well, yeah… ,” I laughed.

“Right? Imagine if you had a brief thought of what it might be like in the sack with him. What if you just blurted out, ‘I want your dick in my mouth!'”

“Uh, yeah, I suppose that would be embarrassing.”

“It takes Henry a lot of courage, and trust, to be in the your presence. Please don’t forget that.”

“Of course,” I said. “So… he has no filter, whatsoever.”

“That is correct.”

“While I respect the disorder, I suppose it could lead to some awkward situations. I will ensure things never get uncomfortable. I got it. Just ignore it and move on.”

“You pick things up quickly.”

Several hours later, I had been shown my room and private bathroom, located on the east wing of the property. I wasn’t taking Patricia’s room; it was just one more they had available. Patricia took me through a tour of the home, impressing me with the large kitchen, an equally-impressive smaller one, a bar, a theatre room, gym, a couple offices, and an indoor poor (not to mention the bigger one outside). There were seven bedrooms, the largest being Henry’s. Although the place was impressive, it was quaint by billionaire standards. Rather cozy.

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It was decided to have the nude employees tattooed with the gym’s logo, so we could be identified as employees at work. Then I found out Jamie had been hired as an instructor for the quickly expanding nude classes. Once we all three had signed our enhanced Nudity Clause, which covered us to be naked at work full time, Angie and Jamie were so horny about finally being free to parade around naked, like I was, they each used me as a fuck toy…not that I minded a bit! So before we left for the tattoo parlor, we each caught a quick shower.

We managed to get downtown in record time. The only traffic light that caught us was interesting. There was a jacked up pickup truck in the other lane that was high enough to see into my car. The truck’s driver was staring wide eyed at two naked women in the front and back seats. I don’t think he even saw that I was naked, too. Jamie was still fiddling with getting the vibrating egg to feel comfortable in her pussy and Angie remembered that she had left her clitoral hood ring in my car and was working on putting that back in when the light caught us, so he really had a show!

The only available parking spots for the tattoo parlor was across the street from the building. Like most towns, 5:00 is very busy traffic-wise, so there was no way we could not be seen. I’m sure that factored into Ashley picking the time that she did. Stepping out of my car in the middle of town and crossing the street naked was a rush. It was easier, I guess, because there were three of us. I’m not sure I was at that point in my exhibitionist mode that I would have been able to do it by myself.

Angie, taking the lead, was fearless. Considering the situations that Ashley and Joey had put her in over the last year, this was nothing. She had been nude in public at various places for a year now. She had already been naked while shopping in several stores, pumping gas at a minute mart and going inside to pay for it, and jogging thru local parks. This was nothing new to her. As we got out, she basically grabbed Jamie and me by the hand and led us across the 4-lane traffic, relishing in the whistles and cat calls, like this was just a normal day for her. Damn, it was sexy.

As we entered the tattoo shop, Donna, the owner, was sitting in one of four kilis escort barber chairs, talking to two other women. As if having three naked customers come in was an everyday occurrence, she said flatly, “you’re late…but not too bad. Damn, Ashley can sure find the prettiest people! You three can stop traffic…oh, wait. You just did! We will be able to do all three of you at the same time. It’s amazing how easily I can talk my staff into staying late when I ask them to tattoo a naked woman! We’ve got the stencils of the gym logo already prepared, so take a seat. Ashley said we could use you for advertising, if I wanted, so I’ve arranged our chairs in front of the storefront window. You’re going to definitely draw us some business today. Ashley said you wouldn’t mind, at all!”

As Donna motioned me to sit in her chair, the technicians introduced themselves and showed us the logo, which was actually only slightly smaller than what was on the shirts, not small, like Ashley had promised…just par for the course. Donna made sure each of our chairs were leaned back and positioned toward the window for putting us on maximum display. The techs quickly realized they wouldn’t have to shave the tattoo site, but that didn’t stop them from running their hands over our smooth pubic mounds more than necessary and smiling at each other. After the tattoo site was cleaned, the stencil was transferred to our skin and the process began. Never having had a tattoo before, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I assumed it would be similar to the laser hair removal pain, but more intense…it was! No need to worry about popping an erection during THAT procedure! Whew! What little erection I got from Donna stroking her hand over my crotch was quickly deflated.

Donna and the other two technicians were professional and engaging, trying to keep our minds off of the fact they had their faces only a few inches from our crotch. The logo took about an hour. We were told that we would need to come back after our skin healed for them to add color accents, if we wanted, or we could leave them like they were. We then were asked to go over our identification information that was going to be encoded into our bar code. It was pretty extensive. The shop had a device that transferred kırklareli escort the information directly to our skin, eliminating any errors that doing it by hand might cause. I chose to have my bar code on my wrist, right below my watch band, rather than on my hip. Angie and Jamie thought that was a good idea and did the same.

As we finished up the tattoo session, Donna interjected that Ashley knew that they had a sunless tanning booth and wanted Jamie to have a spray tan session to cover her tan lines until she had a chance to get an all over tan. Then, when she was finished with that, they could cover the new tattoos with antibiotic with a numbing agent in it and a cellophane-like bandage to help it heal. So, while one of the techs took Jamie into the back, the other tech applied ointment to Angie’s and my new artwork.

“You two can hang out here showing off in the window to your adoring public while you wait on Jamie,” Donna said…which brought my attention to the 5 or 6 people on the street looking thru the window…cellphones in hand, snapping pictures and giving us “OK” and thumbs up signs. Angie just smiled and waved. I just tried to put them out of my mind.

After about 10 minutes, Jamie came out from the back of the shop, without a tan line in sight. Her technician noted that it went really fast, since Jamie didn’t have clothes to worry about. They hadn’t really darkened up all of her tan, but blended in her lighter skin of her bikini line with her current tan. She looked great. Once she saw the crowd in the window, she immediately stopped and posed, smiled, and waved.

“Sit down and we can put a covering on your tattoos,” Donna instructed.” Besides, I’m not sure that your adoring public is ready for you three to go. Have a bottle of water and take your time.”

Once Jamie had her clear bandages in place, and we had basically provided a floor show for anyone who happened to walk by and wonder what the crowd in front of the window was looking at, we thanked Donna and her crew and exited the shop back onto the street. It was after 7:00, so the traffic was much calmer as we crossed back to my car.

Just as we were just opening the doors, a police car pulled into the parking space beside karabük escort us. Oh crap, I thought…here is where we all go to jail! As the officer exited his cruiser, though, he was grinning ear to ear.

“Hi,” he said. “I’m Officer Darryl Joiner. Your lawyer, Mike Garrett, told the watch captain that you three were coming downtown and reminded him of the religious and First Amendment protections you were claiming to be nude. We had a couple of calls about you guys in the tattoo shop, so I was kind of required to respond to the complaint and make sure you weren’t being lewd or openly sexual. We were all surprised that there wasn’t a state law or local ordinance against nudity, so you guys are not in trouble, but I did want to make sure you were the guys from the gym. I work out there in the mornings. I saw two of you this morning, but you…pointing to me…were the only naked one. You two girls are a pleasant addition. What’s with the group tattoo session, anyway?”

After Angie and Jamie introduced themselves…and invited him to take a clothing optional class, or two… we explained the gym logo on our hips and how they were specifically for being able to identify us as the nude instructors at the gym and the bar code for being able to have identification since we don’t have a good place to hold a driver’s license. Darryl chuckled and thought that the identification tattoos were a great idea. He took his time looking at Angie’s and Jamie’s tattoo. He just glanced at mine. He offered to scan our bar codes with his tracker, but we told him ‘maybe another time’. He also promised to give the nude classes some thought, especially since the gym gave law enforcement a special rate for everything.

After he called into the station on his radio, he told us he’d probably see us in the morning at the gym and wished us a good evening.

“Well, it’s after 7 and I’m starving,” I confessed. “What should we do for supper? Jamie, we need to show you how your smart watch works for wallet mode, so let’s at least go to a minute mart, or someplace that accepts this type of payment, or I can drop you back off at your car and everybody go home.”

“Hell,” Jamie said. “I need a drink after all that pain and trouble. Let’s at least get a 6-pack of beer, or something, besides eating. Go to the liquor store down the street. It has a drive thru window and they serve the best BBQ sandwiches in town. I’m pretty sure they have a scanner to take this kind of payment. Plus, I’m sure they could use something to talk about when three naked people go thru their drive thru!”

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Warning: This story contains a gangbang scene.

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My junior year in college I went on a trip with some friends up to a ski lodge, at one of the big ski stations in Vermont. The two friends were Marybeth and Sue. We all three went to a Catholic school in the greater NY area. Marybeth’s family was rich, but Sue’s was super rich, while my own family was poor. Still, I paid my own way.

I was also the worst skier of the three of us. Sue was the best, on the same level as the ski patrol. She would go skiing in Chile in the Andes during the summer, since it’s winter down there when we have summer. She could ski with the best of them, but she was not a show-off. She was a good friend, even if she was a rich bitch. I was not a bad skier, myself, although not at the level of Marybeth, and far below the level of Sue.

Sue was blonde and gorgeous, and Marybeth was a strikingly pretty brunette. My body is okay, my face is okay, but basically, I am just average in looks. Compared to my friends I looked downright plain. I make up for that with a good sense of style. Also, I’m Hispanic, my parents being from Mexico, so my skin is a beautiful light brown color. This isn’t always as appreciated as it might be. I stay far away from Maricopa County, for example.

We met up with three Yale men at the ski lodge: Kyle, Mike, and Philip III. Sue and Philip III had something romantic going on, and the rendezvous was arranged by those two. We call him Philip III because his name is Philip Everett III. He is from old money. Boy, did I not fit in! I’m just a simple Chicago girl from a good Catholic family, with hard working parents, brothers and sisters.

My mother and brothers and sisters are illegals. My father died shortly after I was born. I’m the youngest, and I was born in Chicago. I’m the anchor baby. But right now as I write this, a few years later, my siblings are terrified by the ending of DACA. They’re all Dreamers, you see. They work hard, and they’re smart, and they’ve done well for themselves. They don’t even speak Spanish. But it’s not clear the government cares any longer.

Things were fine my junior year. But the whole illegal situation, especially with my Mom, caused a lot of stress. Going skiing was my way of running away from all the tension and stress.

It was really cold, so I did not do much skiing, but when I did it was wonderful: we had the slopes almost to ourselves. It was deathly quiet; all I could hear was my own breathing. I saw Sue and Philip III ski off the approved trails, probably to be by themselves. Not much hanky-panky they could get into, though, it being so cold. We were all wearing lots of clothes. I think they just like being by themselves. Good for them.

We had taken a special bus to get to the slopes, but we were ready to go early, days before the bus was scheduled to leave. The boys offered us a ride, and while it would be crowded in their SUV, we readily agreed. They would take us to New Haven, and the following day we could take a train back to the city, and from there get back to our college. The car was crowded, and Sue ended with Philip III in the far back of the SUV.

I have good hearing, and at one point, around Hartford, I heard a zipper being opened. I wanted to look, but I decided to give Sue and Philip III some privacy. I think Marybeth did not notice anything. When we got to New Haven, Mary and Sue went in together on a hotel, but I was tapped out. I had no money for such a luxury.

One of the three Yale men, Kyle, offered to put me up for the night. Sue and Mary were alarmed, telling me he would take advantage of me. I got annoyed and told them, “Maybe I want that. I’m a big girl. Leave me alone.” Off I went to Kyle’s room and my two friends were convinced my honor would be compromised just to get a warm room to sleep in. I didn’t think they really cared, but maybe I was wrong.

Kyle stayed in one of the Yale dorms. Boy, those dorms are fancy! They are divided into different stairwells, and at each landing there are two rooms, one across from the other, with a shared bathroom in between. Kyle shares his room with two roommates who were away, which is why he offered me a place to spend the night. Across the hall, sharing the bathroom in between the suites of rooms, lodged Mike and Philip III.

When we got to Kyle’s room, he became the gracious host. He changed the sheets on the bed of his roommate, gave me towels, and offered me one of his T shirts as a nightgown. Then he made us drinks. He used his own special recipe for a margarita. I had never had a margarita before, since I’m only 20 and do not have a fake ID for the bar scene, and boy, were these margaritas good!

I had five margaritas before I realized I had had three or four too many. I was as drunk as a skunk. Now it goes without saying, I hope, that I had no intention of sleeping with Kyle. I just needed a place to stay. But I also knew I had to make some sort of accommodation. I had to give Kyle something. So when he made his move, after my gebze escort fifth margarita, pulling me into him and kissing me gently, I kissed him right back. I owed him that much, I thought.

Kyle kept right on kissing me, however, and damn if his kisses were not nice. I kind of liked Kyle anyway, and I hoped that he liked me, too, despite my ethnicity. So, I decided to have some fun, and I thought I’d see how far this was going to go, knowing at any point I could say no and put a stop to it. I’m not the prettiest girl in the world, and my body is at best average, and I could afford to lose a few pounds, so having a man be as into me as Kyle clearly was, well, I was enjoying it.

As I let things develop, Kyle began to feel me up. I liked it. We continued to kiss; his kisses continued to be great. I was getting turned on. So was Kyle, judging by the lump in his pants. Kyle began to undress me, removing my blouse. A while later he unzipped my skirt, too, and I was down to my bra and panties. I decided I was undressed enough, and he was not going to get any more clothes off of me. It was time to say no.

But I was troubled by the asymmetry. I was in a bra and panties, and Kyle was still fully dressed, in his preppy-modern outfit.

I began to remove his clothes, to end the asymmetry. He helped; perhaps he helped a bit too much. Soon I was looking at a nice, erect, hard and throbbing cock. Maybe this was going too far. I still had on my bra and panties, but…whoops. Strike that. Kyle found the clasp on my bra, and bam, I was down to my panties. This was getting dangerous.

Kyle raved about my boobs. He seemed to be in awe of them. I was eating this up. I guess they’re bigger, even quite a bit bigger (D cup territory), than Marybeth’s and (especially) Sue’s. Anyway, having this Yale man rave about my body like that was like manna from heaven for my insecure, poor opinion of my sexual self-worth.

One way to remove the sexual tension and consequent danger would be to give Kyle a hand job or a blowjob. Then I could keep my panties on, and nobody would be trying to fuck me. But I had never intended for things to get even this far! But then again, here we were, we were that far. Reality’s a bitch. I began to play with his cock, and Kyle began to smile through his kisses.

I gave him a nice hand job, and he blew his load all over the place. He had no paper towels, and no Kleenex, so I went to the hallway to the common bathroom he shared with his neighbors in the same entryway.

I got some toilet paper to clean us both up. I stayed in the toilets and wiped myself up, then grabbed a lot more for Kyle, the floor, and the carpet. I was dressed only in panties, and I was at risk of exposing myself in my near total nudity to the other Yale men who shared the bathroom. The idea of the risk turned me on. I was getting seriously wet down there.

As luck would have it, Mike and Philip III came to the bathroom while I was gathering up toilet paper. I blushed and smiled at them, and one of them, Mike, said “Great boobs, Cathy.” I was excited to be almost naked in front of the two men. I did not understand it at the time, but boy, was I turned on!

Nobody before this evening had ever told me before I had great boobs. I overreacted, and I thanked him, saying “That remark gets you a kiss.” I kissed him right there, in the hallway. While we kissed, Mike played with my boobs, and I just let him. I was spiraling out of control. Mike ended up following me into Kyle’s room, and he watched as I cleaned up Kyle and myself, using the toilet paper.

Mike said, “Can I have another of those wonderful kisses?” I smiled and kissed him again. Soon I was kissing both men, as they passed me back and forth. The men were enjoying playing with my boobs, and I was enjoying their attention even more. Mike removed his clothes too, and now I had two naked men on my hands, and all I had left on to protect my honor was my panties. Worse, Kyle had recovered his erection.

Kyle gently pushed me down on my back, as he kissed me and played with my boobs, and while he was keeping me busy, Mike pulled my panties off. Okay, this was getting serious. Where was I going with this? If I wanted to see where it would go, it seemed pretty obvious at this point that I had to stop it or I would be having sex. Lots of sex.

Actually, my alcohol addled brain had come to this realization just a tad too late. Kyle’s fingers were already in my pussy, and they simply felt divine. I had too many endorphins running around in my cute little head to think straight. It just seemed silly to stop a man from giving me so much pleasure.

As Kyle fingered me masterfully, Mike began to worm a finger into my asshole. This was a place no man had ever bravely gone before! It was a new sensation for me, and I had to decide if I liked it. This was not easy, given the extraordinary pleasure Kyle was giving me. This was the first time a man had ever fingered me, and boy did I love it!

My boyfriend and I gümüşhane escort had broken up a few weeks earlier. Well, more like a few months earlier. We had fucked all the time, but he had never fingered me, licked me, or engaged in foreplay at all. I was always dry when he entered me, so I was not that enthusiastic about sex.

That’s why this fingering Kyle was up to was new for me, and I was loving it. Kyle pushed my legs apart to gain better access, and I spread them happily and willingly. Kyle stopped fingering me and he got between my legs. Uh-oh. I knew my pussy was soaking wet. I had to tell him not to fuck me, since a fuck was clearly imminent.

For some reason, I found myself unable to speak. When language finally returned to me, Kyle was already inside me, and the words that came out were not no, or stop, or even please no, but instead I heard myself saying, “Oh! Yes. Oh yes. Fuck me, Kyle. Fuck me like you mean it,” and then I degenerated into softly moaning.

I became dimly aware that while we were fucking, Mike was watching us intently. I had never done it for an audience before. Hell, I had never done it with anyone before except my boyfriend, and then it was always in a dark room in total secrecy. This turned me on like I had never been turned on before.

Kyle was the beneficiary of my extreme arousal due to being watched while we made love. I became a wild woman, wrapping my legs around him, trying to crush him with my legs, and clawing at his back as I moaned to the high heavens. I kissed his chest whenever it was in range of my mouth.

The habit of softly moaning I had developed in the near totally secret sexual escapades with my old boyfriend seemed silly, when now I even had an audience. So, I really let loose. It was as if someone had just turned up the volume on my voice box; turned it way up. All the way up. I was loud!

Philip III must have heard the noise. Or else he wondered what was detaining Mike so long in Kyle’s room. Probably he had an idea, having seen both my attire (or lack thereof) and my relaxed attitude when Mike mauled my boobs earlier. I’m sure he thought I was a floozy, a slut, and that he felt like a fool wasting his time with that stuck up rich bitch Sue, who would never have let him (or anyone else) fuck her.

So as Kyle fucked the bejesus out of me, we soon had an audience of two men: Mike and Philip III. Philip III went with the flow, and he became naked, too. As I moaned in ecstasy, Mike came over and put a blindfold on me.

Kinky, I thought. Philip III then pulled my two hands over my head, and I heard a clink as the handcuffs closed around them. Someone must have tied up my legs, too, because now I could not move much, stuck in a spread-eagle position, even as Kyle kept fucking me mercilessly.

I must confess, this kinky bondage aspect turned me on horribly, and my moans turned almost to screams, as my climax overwhelmed me. Kyle still had not cum, but he mercifully pulled out after I climaxed.

“Want to play a game, my love?” Kyle said.

“Oh god, yes. Whatever you want, Kyle. Jesus, this is so erotic!” I said. I was loving the kinky aspects almost as much as I loved the exhibitionism. This was all so new and exciting.

“Can you see anything through the blindfold?” he asked.

“Not a thing,” I said. “Nothing, just darkness. Total darkness. No puedo ver nada.”

“Okay, here’s the game. Each of us is going to fuck you. You have to guess who is fucking you, and if you get all three right, you get a prize.”

“All three of you?” I asked, now terrified. I had not even planned on having sex with Kyle! Now he was proposing sex with all three of them, back to back? “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Kyle. You’re only the second man I’ve been intimate with, and it was a big decision tonight to let you have your way with me.”

Mike said, “Cathy, you are so sexy. I would simply die if I could not enjoy your body. You would be doing me a huge favor. I am in serious lust for you. And don’t forget the prize!”

I was weakening. I blame it on the five margaritas. Then Philip III said, “Cathy, you are so much sexier than Sue. God, you’re hot. I want you and I want you bad.” That really got to me. Telling me I was sexier than Sue, the rich bitch goddess? Little old brown skinned me? Barely legal me? I loved it. I lost all resistance when he said that.

I said, “What’s the prize?” When I said that, the men knew they had me.

Kyle said, “Philip III bought a necklace for Sue. He planned to give it to her once he laid her at the ski lodge.”

“Yeah, but the stuck-up bitch never even let me see her boobs. All she did was blow me during the ride back to New Haven. So, I’ve still got the necklace. It’s gold and diamonds,” Philip III said.

I felt bad for Sue. Here she had humiliated herself by giving Philip III a semipublic blowjob with the four of us listening in, and now he’s trashing her for not putting out and surrendering her body completely to him? izmir escort What a creep. Well, knowing that Philip III is a sexist creep did not surprise me.

“So, what about it, Cathy?” Kyle asked.

“I doubt I’ll do a good job. The only man I recognize is Kyle, who by the way, just gave me the best fuck of my life,” I said.

“We know,” Mike said. “We saw. God, you are a hot babe, Cathy. So that’s a yes?”

I could not agree to do such a thing. I did not say yes, but more significantly, I did not say no. I did not say anything.

“Qui tacet consentit,” Mike said in Latin. I knew that much Latin, so I simply nodded. My nod was barely perceptible, but I have to admit it: It was a palpable nod.

The boys decided to draw cards for the order, and soon a man was kissing me. I managed to say, “Use condoms, okay?” The boy kissing me said, “Of course, babe.” I recognized the voice. Mike was going first.

Mike gave me a beautiful fuck. He started slow, and I groaned my appreciation. I had already climaxed, so I was sensitive, and I appreciated how gentle he was. As he began to pump in and out, however, I became much more eager, rising up to meet his thrusts, as much as I could, given my bonds.

Mike began to screw me, and this was heaven on earth. I had never enjoyed sex like this. I had never enjoyed anything like this. That we were being watched by two men who would soon be taking their turn with me made it so erotic. I was almost panting.

Some girls might have been freaked out. Some might have been grossed out. Being gangbanged is not for everyone. I guess I’m unusual, but let me tell you if anyone had said three men were going to take turns fucking me, with me blindfolded and not knowing for sure who was fucking me when, and that I would like it, even love it, eat it up, I would have laughed my head off. I would have told them they were crazy.

Much too soon Mike blew his load into the rubber. He reluctantly withdrew, and almost immediately another man replaced him. “Give me a moment to recover from that wonderful fuck,” I said.

The man began playing with my boobs, and kissing me, leaving my pussy alone, to let it recover. He twisted my nipples, he squeezed my boobs, and then he pretended to nurse from them, taking as much of my left boob as he could into his mouth. Finally, I said, “Okay. I’m ready for you.”

That’s all he needed. I knew it was Philip III because his cock felt huge, much bigger than Kyle’s cock. And Mike had just laid me, so by elimination, this was Philip III. Anyway, he just plunged in fiercely. This man had no delicacy, all he had was size and power. I guess it was my first ever introduction to rough sex. He fucked me brutally, as if he hated me or as if he were punishing me.

It sounds strange to say this, because there is nothing more intimate than fucking, but I felt his brutal rough fucking was not meant to be hostility towards me per se, but rather towards women in general.

This was just his style, and he was using his cock as a weapon, not as a tool of love. Anyway, aside from this ridiculous analysis, I loved it, and I was not shy about showing it. And if my cries of pleasure and moans were not enough, my second orgasm of the evening was probably convincing,

Kyle was the third, and, I thought, the last. My body greeted him like an old friend giving me a comfort fuck. Kyle was different: with him, he was not just enjoying the warm, velvety, and inviting pussy of a slut, as were Mike and Philip III. No, for Kyle I was Cathy, and I was a girl I think that he actually liked. His fuck was beautifully corrupted with affection, in addition to the customary heavy dollop of lust I had enjoyed from the other two men. I loved his fuck most of all.

After Kyle came, and we were done, the men were eager to hear my best guess as to the order. “Untie me, and I’ll tell you,” I said.

“Okay Cathy, but leave the blindfold on,” Kyle said.

“Why?”

“We’re not done with you, yet, you little wench,” Mike said.

I did not like the sound of that, but I very much did want to be released, so I agreed to keep the blindfold on. “The order was Mike, Philip III, and Kyle,” I said.

“Okay, I’m impressed. How did you do it?” Kyle asked.

“Well, I recognized Mike, and I know your cock, Kyle, so by elimination the giant cock in the middle had to be Philip III,” I said. It all seemed so simple.

Kyle took off the blindfold. There were six men there. I was shocked. I was naked and I guessed they had all even seen me getting fucked. I immediately had to deal with the fact that six men had watched me get fucked, and were now gazing at my nude and just ravished body.

I don’t think my reaction was that of your typical woman: I suddenly realized I loved it. I found it erotic. I was not embarrassed nor ashamed. I did not try to hide my nudity. I knew enough to realize just then that I was different. I was not normal. I guessed I must be an exhibitionist.

Looking back there had been plenty of hints. I was always kind of hoping someone would find my boyfriend and me in flagrante delicto at least one time, even if it never happened. I frequently “forgot” to lock the bathroom door when I showered at home, hoping my brothers would spy on me, but these things never came to pass.

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I can’t figure out if it is because you can’t let things go or if it is because you are a cock loving exhibitionist slut. Five minutes ago we were standing in the middle of Mallory Square watching one of the street performers and now we are behind the nearest building with my back against the wall and you on your knees with my dick in your mouth.

It had been a pretty normal day for you in Key West. Sexy outfit, flirting with every cute guy that walked by, and a lot of dirty talk as we strolled Duval Street making our way between the bars and the shops. As usual we made our way down to Mallory Square to watch the sunset and enjoy the performers. I don’t remember what we were talking about when you flipped me the bird.

Jokingly, I looked you in the eye and said, “Fuck YOU bitch,” my tone joking but definitely defiant.

With an impish grin you looked me in the eyes and with the same defiant tone asked, “Do you want to do it right here?”

“Don’t talk shit that you can’t back up.” There was no way I was going to let you win this one.

Without another word you grabbed my hand and pulled me behind the nearest building. I could clearly hear the voices of the milling crowd. All someone would have to do is walk a few steps to see us, but you did not seem to care.

Before I could protest, you pushed me back against the walk way railing. As your body leaned up against me, your hand found its way to the front of my pants and began rubbing me, causing my dick to swell.

Softly you whispered into my ear “Don’t ever tell me that I don’t have the balls to back a statement up.”

With that said you dropped down into a squatting position with your face at the crotch of my pants. Before I could even tell you that I was kidding, or that you don’t have to prove this, you were undoing my pants and pulling my very erect dick out. Your tongue begins to slowly circle the head, sending shivers up my body and my head begins swiveling around, terrified that someone is going to catch us. You really don’t seem to care.

Your hands wrap around my balls and begin gently massaging them as your lips circle the head of my dick. Your tongue flits around causing my dick to twitch in your mouth. Slowly your face slides back and forth, to and from my body. Your cheeks hollow and you begin sucking me in earnest. My eyes are closed and my head leaning back as you continue to work your magic on my dick.

After ordu escort a few minutes you take my dick out of your mouth and hold it up against my stomach. Your tongue begins licking, and your mouth sucking, my shaven balls. Slowly you work your way up to the base of my dick, licking and sucking the sensitive skin on the under side of my dick, slowly working your way to the head. Again, you lick around the head causing me to groan in pleasure. Suddenly, you grab the base of my dick and without using your lips at all, slam your face down on me, pushing me deep into your throat. Again and again you slide my dick into the back of your throat causing the most amazing feeling to rush through my entire pelvis. Just as I begin thinking about my cum pouring down your throat, I hear a cough off to my left. As I open my eyes and turn to see the source of the noise, my fear is confirmed. A couple was standing only a few feet away and getting a complete view of you with my dick deep in your throat.

The woman announces “Sorry, we did not mean to interrupt you.”

I look down at you with building panic in my eyes and you simply look up at me with your sexy eyes and my dick still in your mouth. You smile, as well as someone can smile with their mouth full, and bat your eyes. You take me out of your mouth and begin to stand. I immediately begin to try and put myself together. You look me in the eye and put your hand on my dick, stopping me from zipping my pants.

“What the fuck are you doing? What if they get the cops?”

You turn to the couple and smile. “Do you mind if he fucks me right here while you two watch?”

The couple steps closer so they too are behind the building and the woman speaks up, “That is exactly what we were hoping for.”

My mind is racing; I look at you and protest, “What if someone else sees us?”

You again look me dead in the eye and clearly explain the situation to me. “If you don’t bury your dick in my cunt right here and now I am going to scream ‘RAPE’ and then you are really going have a problem. Now what’ll it be?”

Without waiting for an answer, you turn around grab hold of the railing and hike your sundress up over your hips. You aren’t wearing any panties and it is obvious to me, and the watching couple, that you are very turned on. Your lips are swollen and spread wide and the wetness is forming droplets all along your pussy. Torn between the thoughts of spending the night in jail and the sight osmaniye escort of you spread open and waiting, I glance quickly at our new friends.

Again she speaks up, “Go ahead honey, give her what she needs, we will keep an eye out in case the cops are headed this way.”

You turn and look over your shoulder at me, “Fuck me now dammit! Can’t you see that my cunt is on fire??”

Throwing caution to the wind I step forward and place the head of my dick at your pussy. Grabbing hold of your hips, I press forward and pull you back. The entire length of my dick slides easily into you, stretching you as I hit bottom. You let out a grunt. I withdraw until my head is again poised just outside of you. Again I forcefully slide my dick all the way into you. We begin to build a rhythm as my dick slides in and out of you. Each time you slam back against me, my balls slap against your clit. Both of us are grunting like animals. Your pussy is so wet that it is dripping down your legs and onto my balls.

I am startled as I heard a male voice to my right shout, “Give it to her good!”

I turn my head, having forgotten about the couple, and realized our audience has grown. I was surprised that our audience had grown to nearly a dozen people. I looked quizzically to the original couple.

They simply state, “We told you we would watch for the cops.”

Again you looked over your shoulder and stare into my eye, “I don’t care who is watching, I need your dick driving into my cunt! Fuck me now!”

Throwing caution to the wind, I draw my hips back and heave them forward, slamming my dick all the way into you. Again you thrust back to meet me. In and out I continue to slide. Our grunting and groaning was getting louder and louder. The crowd around us seemed to be moving closer.

From right next to me a woman, so close that I could smell her perfume, cheers me on, “You heard her, fuck her like you mean it, the woman wants it hard.”

Another man leans over to you and asks, “Do you like being a complete slut in front of all of us? Is that what you are, a little exhibitionist slut?”

I swear your pussy got tighter the dirtier the strangers spoke to you.

“Yes, I am a little exhibitionist slut! I want you all to see me getting fucked and cumming with a dick buried deep in my cunt! Right here in front of you all!”

I could not believe the words that were coming out of your mouth. I also knew I was getting close sinop escort to coming myself.

I felt a pair of hands slide up my chest from behind me and reach for my nipples. Again I heard a woman, the same one who spoke earlier according to her scent, whisper in my ear. “That’s it, give it to her good. I like watching your dick sliding in and out of her. I want to see her shake as she comes all over your gorgeous dick. I want to see you fill her with your cum until it drips out the side.”

Another man leans over to you and pulls your sundress up over your head. He kneels down between you and the railing and begins squeezing your breast and tugging on your nipples. You are slamming back and forth so hard that he is literally pinching them to hold onto you and pulling them aggressively as you gyrate back and forth.

“Oh god, I am going to come, don’t stop, don’t stop. I want to come in front of all these people. It feels so good to be a dirty little slut in front of all of them. Oh yes!”

I can feel your pussy beginning to rhythmically contract as your orgasm is building. The woman behind me is squeezing my nipples, pinching and pulling them. She is still encouraging me.

In my ear she whispers, so close that I can feel her breath, “Finish her off, I want to see her cum, I want to see you come.”

Your body shakes more violently and your pussy squeezes me tighter then ever. My dick is swelling and twitching. Each movement we make send chills through and between each of us. As you announce to the crowd that you are coming, I begin groaning and my dick begins spurting cum deep inside of you. It is the most intense orgasm I have ever had and it seems like I come for a full minute. Just as my unknown encourager wished, I can see come dripping out of your pussy around my dick.

Our audience, those that don’t have their hands in their own or someone else’s pants, began clapping. As we begin to recover we look around. Most of the people around us are either pleasuring themselves or someone else. The entire audience seems to have enjoyed our show.

Pulling your sundress back down and smoothing it out you look up at me, “Well, it looks like we are not the only ones who are going to get off in public tonight. I could really use a drink, let’s get out of here before the cops really do show up.”

Turning away you again lead me by the hand as we walk away from the crowd and back up Duval Street. We duck into the first bar, have a seat and order up a drink. You sit facing me with your legs spread slightly.

“God my pussy is still on fire and dripping everywhere. I had no idea being an exhibitionist slut would get me so hot. I think I am going to have to have someone lick me clean…”

Well, that is a story for another time.

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I’d uploaded the photos I’d taken in the ladies toilet on Thursday morning and then deliberately stayed offline. I’d worked Thursday afternoon and all Friday and by the time Friday evening came around I was desperate to see if anyone had viewed my offerings. Opening some wine I deliberately spent some time looking over other submissions on the site before bringing up my page. I could see my photos had been viewed about 20 to 30 times each but my video had been viewed 67 times!

The thumbnail for the video didn’t really show anything (I assume it had been randomly pulled from the video when I uploaded it) and I’d specifically not watched it yesterday so I decided to click on it now. As it started I saw random movement form into a yellowy pink colour that then slowly resolved to my belly walking backwards, followed by my breasts and the fuzz between my legs coming into view. Then finally when I’d backed far away enough from the camera I could see most of my body except my feet. Then it hit me like a punch in the stomach when I realised I could see my face. And that meant anyone who’d seen this had also seen my face. Heart racing I decided to remove the video before anyone else could see it. In my admin panel I clicked on delete and a message popped up say ‘Do you wish to delete comments as well?’ I stopped dead. There were comments on the video. I felt my face flush and slowly clicked the cancel button. Glowing red and with butterflies I clicked back to the video, paused it, and scrolled down the page.

“Sexy lady! That’s so hot! Keep it up.”

“you beautiful and darring”

“christ what an ugly slut”

“I’d love to stick my head between your legs and lick you out”

“you should have gone for a walk around outside”

“fucking minger”

“i’d love to meet you in the toilet”

I felt ashamed about some of the comments because I knew they were true. Yes I was an ugly slut and a fucking minger but I was also beautiful and daring. I was both and that’s who I was. Some part of my mind decided at that point I wasn’t going to delete the video as even though some of the comments hurt me at least some of others made me feel better. However as the evening carried on and I got progressively drunk I kept one staring at one of the comments that stuck in my mind made me feel weak “you should have gone for a walk outside”. I started into my second bottle of wine and started typing some notes.

I awoke late on Saturday morning with another thumping headache and headed down stairs to make some tea and toast. My head was throbing as I pieced together the previous night. My heart jumped again as I remembered the video with my face in it but then I remembered the comments. As soon as my tea was made I say down and switched on my PC screen and saw a Word document open on the desktop. I started reading what I’d typed the night before:

“Walk in the park naked. how? park is locked about 8.30 now auturm soon. broken fences down Meadowbank past council entrance from lorriesy? hide clothes? lock up in th old typewrited case? Padlock from bike to something. Hide other key on another in there place”

I must have been drunk when I wrote that but I pretty quickly understood exactly what I was thinking the previous night. God I must have been REALLY drunk because there was no way I was going to do that. No way at all. I finished my tea and toast and went to get changed and have a shower. I started cleaning myself up and washing my hair and let my mind drift off to think over some of the comments from my video.

Climbing out of the shower I started drying myself off and caught my reflection in the small bathroom mirror. I realised I was a fat, beautiful, ugly, sexy, daring slut. I’d NEVER EVER thought of myself like that before but as soon as I thought over what I’d done over the last week I realised it had to be true.

I felt sick in my stomach and wanted to throw up as it dawned on me that the only time I’d felt really alive in the last 57 years was when I had stripped naked in the toilet block in Marlow Park. I had no friends or family and the only emotions I’d really felt in my life before this week was duty, guilt, fear and emptiness. Now I yearned for something deep inside that I couldn’t place or name but I knew that I needed. I felt completely worthless and knew myself to be a fat, ugly pig yet I also knew these new feeling were not going to leave me. With my head feeling fuzzy and spinning I got dressed and went downstairs to read my notes again.

It was 7.30. I’d had a busy afternoon and my mind was racing. I felt twisted inside with what I’d done but I’d done it. I was drinking beer from glass which I’d poured 10 minutes earlier. I had some more in the fridge to give kırşehir escort me courage but for the moment I just sat down and tried to collect my thoughts.

Earlier that afternoon I’d gone to the shed. Inside on a shelf I found my padlock and chain from when I used to ride a bike. Then I’d gone into the roof space and found my old 1970’s typewriter. I didn’t want the typewriter but I did want the reinforced metal case it came in, sort of like a Samsonite briefcase only a bit narrower and higher. I checked that I could still snap lock the case and that I couldn’t open it by hand. Once I’d confirmed this I opened the case again and then put the padlock, padlock key and chain inside and closed it, being careful NOT to snap the lock shut. I kept the key to the case in my pocket. Then I grabbed some adhesive tape and headed out for a walk. I headed down to the park and past the main entrance and towards the industrial estate. Up Meadowbank and past the council entrance and I walked along until I found a hole in the six foot vertical metal railing fence that was big enough to climb through. Some 5 to 10 feet back were some bushes and I could see the play area in the distance beyond those. Now I walked back around to the main entrance and then up through the park to the woods at the top. My stomach flipped and turned as I walked straight into the ladies toilet and to the furthest cubicle. I immediately got the key from my pocket, wrapped some tape around the key and stuck it under the cistern hidden out of sight. Then back outside and down to the shops to pick something up for dinner.

It was 8.45. I’d finished my beer and started another one. I had made some dinner but it sat uneaten on the table. I felt flushed and slightly giddy and couldn’t focus. I was nervous and excited and alive. I switched on the TV to distract myself but that didn’t help at all.

By 9.30 I was finishing my third beer. I was on the PC reading stories and looking at pictures from the Internet. I felt aroused and put my hands between my legs but then suddenly stopped.

“Only whores and slatterns touch themselves like that!” I heard my mother shouting at me.

I was frustrated with myself because this wasn’t the place. I couldn’t touch myself here in this house, in her house. Touching wasn’t allowed and was bad and I was disgusting even thinking about it. I could only touch myself up there in the park.

Even then I knew that my thinking wasn’t quite connected but that didn’t concern me.

It was 11.45. I was walking pasted the entrance to the park and saw that it was locked up. I’d had five beers and felt that I could do this without chickening out, although every now and then the fear got me and I just wanted to run back home. I was dressed in a sweatshirt and jogging pants and simple slip on shoes. I carried my case, closed but not locked, from one hand. Inside it was the padlock and chain, my phone and a last minute addition that I added from something I’d seen on the net. It was one of my mother’s brightly coloured lipsticks (I never wear make up so I didn’t have any). I headed down Meadowbank until I was approaching the broken fence. I kept looking around but there was no one to be seen. Even the lighting was poor down here but that suited my plan better than bright light.

I reached the hole in the fence and as quickly as I could I climbed through. Once I was on the other side I looked around to see how I was going to do this. My pulse was racing, I was breathing hard and I was sweating profusely after the walk down from the house. I took all the bits out from the case and knelt down beside the fence. As quietly as I could I wrapped the chain around one of the metal fence poles then looped it through the handle of the case. Then I looped it through and around another time to use up the slack in the chain. Now I pulled the two ends of the chain together and snapped them into the padlock. I took the padlock key and placed it into the case.

I looked around again but could see no one. I tried to listen above the sound of the blood pumping in my ears but couldn’t hear anything other than cars in the distance. I slipped off my shoes and put them in the case. I pulled of my sweatshirt and legging, folded them and stuffed them in as well. My hands were shaking badly as I attempted to unclip my bra. When I finally fumbled it open I let it slide down my arms onto the ground. I could feel the cool evening air on my body and my nipples stood up in response. Lastly I pushed down my knickers and let them drop onto my feet. My whole body was now shaking and trembling as I now tried to put these last two items into the case as well.

I physically twitched as I heard my mothers malatya escort voice shouting “You’re nothing except a degenerate whore”.

I needed to act quickly so I grabbed my phone, knelt beside my case and reached out to take the best shot I could of me and the case that my shaking hands would allow. The flash blinded my and I panicked but after a few moments I could see again. Then I lowered lid, checked that I still had my phone and lipstick and clicked the locks home.

“Oh dear God. I feel sick. Oh God oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck what have I done? Oh dear Christ fucking fuck.” I was panicking badly and pulled on the case and lock and chain but it wouldn’t budge. “Fuck, shit fuck no open please just fucking open please open please. What have I fucking done?” I felt fear deep in me. True fear. I wanted to wee and poo myself there and then. I was going to die. They’d find me dead in the park. “Dead and naked but why was she naked?” I needed to calm down, to just calm down.

“Tina Cosgrove! What are you doing?” I heard my mother shouting at me. “You’re a slut and a whore and a fat, ugly pig”.

I tried deep breathing but I still feel sick. I sat on the ground with my head between my knees, breathing rapidly and I started to cry. “Oh what am I? A fucking, beautiful, ugly, stupid, stupid, stupid slut. Stupid, stupid.” I had to calm down, a few more deep breaths and I’m still here. I need the key and that’s not here. “Breathe and stop crying stop shaking. Slowly now start thinking.” I needed the key. That’s all. “Calm down and lets go get it.”

I wiped my face on my arm and stood up. I felt nauseous but I looked around to see what I could see. Bushes ahead of me leading into darkness and that’ll lead over to the play area. I started moving through the bushes and felt them clawing and pulling on my skin hurting my legs and stomach. I hadn’t expected this at all so I slowed down and moved carefully. I was also starting to feel cold, colder than I imagined it would be. In my mind the temperature had been like a September day but this was night time and I’d been drinking. I had goose bumps all over my body and the hairs on my legs were standing up. My nipples were sticking well out from my sagging breasts and there were goose bumps on my areola as well.

I slowly calmed down and realised I was walking nude through the park at night. I was fully and completely naked and exposed to anyone who could see. I still felt sick but I also now starting to feeling more daring. I felt warmth rising from between my legs and I wanted to touch down there but I resisted. As my eyes adjusted to the dark I saw where I was heading. Ahead of me about 200 yards past the edge of the bushes was the new toilet block and play area and beyond that was the main path through the park. I didn’t want to walk across that open space even if it was night and dark. So I could go left and follow the line of bushes that edged the park until I got up to the woods and then follow the tree line until it got to the main path. So I headed left and started walking.

I was now highly strung but not panicking any more. I felt on fire and I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I forced myself to walk upright and swing my arms by my side instead of crouching and covering myself up. My head was spinning away again and I felt more alive now than ever before in my life. The absolute fear of death and discovery I’d felt a few minutes ago was now causing an almost euphoric high. I felt the cold air against my skin and loved it. I could also feel the coldness between my legs in contrast to the heat that I was sure was radiating from there

Soon I reach the trees and then moved along to the main path. I started very carefully following the path under the trees listening for any other noise or movement. It was also far darker that it had been out in the open and I was having a hard time seeing where I was going. However after I few minutes of walking I saw a path off to the left and I started up towards the almost hidden toilets. I felt a pang of fear as I realised there was no lighting. Then I really started panicking again as it occurred to me that the toilets might be locked. I ran forward the last few steps to the privacy wall and then saw that the door was open but it was dark beyond. I calmed down a bit and thought about how I was going to have to feel my way inside before I remembered I had a flash light thing on my mobile phone. I quickly selected it and a pool of light illuminated in front of me. I stepped inside the block to make sure that I couldn’t be seen from outside, not that there was anyone to see it.

Inside I took slow steps towards the sink when suddenly there was a massive niğde escort flash of light and the bright fluorescent light switched on. I was completely blinded and span around trying to see what had happened. All I could hear was my heart thumping and my harsh breathing above the hum of the lights. As my eyes attuned to the brightness I could see nothing except the empty area. Looking near the door I saw one of those funny light switches that activated by motion. I calmed down again and walked down to the last cubicle. Reaching in and under the cistern I found my key right where I left it. I turned and walked out and towards the sink. When I reached it I set my phone down with the video on record and angled so that it could see me. I put down the key and took the lid off the lipstick and did my make up for the first time in years.

Firstly I smeared the lipstick over my lips, all over my lips. It was bright purple and I deliberately smudged it towards my nose and onto my chin and used my fingers to swirl it around across my lower face. Next I coloured my drooping breasts from my cold pointing nipples all the way out across the areola until an area the size of a small saucer was purple. After that I added the finishing touches. Across my chest I wrote “SLUT” and across my stomach I wrote “FAT PIG”.

Standing back a bit I coughed and started to speak. My voice squeaked. Coughing again I opened my mouth and said “I am a fat, ugly, beautiful, slut. I’m in the park toilet in the middle of the night and I’ve walked a mile away from my clothes. And I want to show you my cunt.” I’d never ever said that word before but I knew what I wanted to do. I picked up the phone and walked straight to the toilet entrance. I didn’t even check or sneak or care if anyone was out there. I waited until I could see a bit then I put my phone against the outside wall and pointed it back towards the pool of light spilling out past the privacy wall. I stepped back the that pool of light and said out loud again “I want to show you my cunt” and lay down on my back, spread my legs and ensured my groin pointed directly towards my phone.

I started rubbing my pea. No not my pea it was my clitoris. My clit, my hard fucking clit. I rubbed harder and harder and reached down with my other hand and started to slide a finger into and out of my vagina. Or cunt, my fucking cunt, my wet fucking cunt, big wet cunt. I’m a fucking cunt. Fuck, I’d never fucking done this before fuck. I’d never even used tampons or put anything in my cunt before. My mother told me only dirty girls and sluts did that. I lifted my hips and imagThe blows were remorseless. I’d never, ever seen my mother like this.ined being surrounded by men and women watching me rub my clit and shove my finger into my cunt. I felt the swirling, pulsing start to race through my body and my head span off. I was shaking and mumbling and rubbing and I felt what I now knew to be an intense orgasm surge through me. I saw stars and light and felt my own cunt pulse and contract. Slowly I came back to reality and awkwardly sat upright. I looked at the phone and said “Did you see my cunt. Did you see my orgasm? I am a dirty, ugly fucking whore. That’s who I am.” I felt tears start to run down my face and started to cry. “I’m a slut and a whore and a fat, ugly pig”. I shook my head and willed the tears to stop but they kept rolling down. I felt so guilty, so ashamed just like I had done all my life. I just wanted to be… I just wanted to… I had no idea what I wanted… but I knew that there was a burning desire between my legs so powerful that it was taking control of me.

I clumsily got to my feet, picked up my phone and stopped recording. Backing into the toilet I grabbed my case key. Then I headed out again, waited for my eyes to adjust to the dark again and I stumbled off down the path. It took me about 10 minutes to get to the edge of the trees and I turned to head along to bushes in the direction of my case. I realised as I was walking that I wasn’t paying much attention as I should be as my mind was reliving the earlier experience over and over with my body flushing red from embarrassment and desire. My feelings rapidly swung between elation and misery and I kept crying while I tried to understand what I was feeling.

Soon enough I reached the fence where my case was locked, opened it with no problems and got dressed into my sweatshirt and bottoms – I didn’t bother with my underwear – I just threw those away. Then I unlocked the chain, put my bits into the case and climbed back out through the fence. I headed home and without thinking I immediately transferred tonight’s photo’s and video onto my PC. I then uploaded them onto my page without bothering to watch it and gave the video a simple description “what am I”.

It was 2.30 and I was completely exhausted, both mentally and physically. I headed to bed expecting to lie awake but felt myself falling towards sleep rapidly. Just as I drifted off I remembered I’d left the purple lipstick by the sink in the park toilet.

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Authors note – I’m not sure which category to submit under since my stories generally include some variety. This time I’m submitting under “Voyeur” because its a glimpse into my life. Feedback appreciated.

You luxuriate in the warm water excited knowing that I am waiting for you. Making sure you are squeaky clean for me, you spend extra attention cleaning your anus. You hope that your gentle hints have not gone unnoticed and that tonight your tight little hole will get some extra attention. As you gently clean around the rim, then dip the tip of your soaped finger into the snugness, the nerve endings tingle in anticipation of my caress. Your entire body feels relaxed and happy as you soak in the warm water.

Finally, you get out and dry off. As you enter the room, you notice that I have put candles around the room and have poured you a glass of light crisp white wine. You notice the massage oil warming in the mug on the dresser and your eyes linger on my confident eyes and sexy body as you sip your wine. You love the inviting patch of hair below my navel and you imagine the warmth, texture and smell if you were to bury your face in it. Inevitably you also imagine how it would feel to have that hair gently rubbing across your belly, or caressing your buttocks.

You also notice the pretty red rope hanging in an intricate spool on our headboard. A jolt of excitement courses through you into a spot just below your navel where the jolt begins to transform into warmth that spreads to outward like hot syrup from your core. You put on the sleep mask laying on the bed and lie down as you feel my strong hands apply the hot oil to your body and begin to work away the tension. Your body and mind become even more relaxed as you are overcome with a great sense of well-being.

You relax for a few minutes after the massage, then you take a nice refreshing drink of the ice water sitting on your nightstand. Once your thirst is sated, you take a sip of the wine and enjoy the warmth continuing to radiate from your core. You turn to me and offer karaman escort your wrists slightly parted as I expertly apply a two-column tie around your wrists using the pretty, red, exciting, naughty rope.

I reapply the sleep mask and order you to get on your hands and knees on the bed. You lower your head and stick out your butt in anticipation of my touch. You can feel me slowing and deliberately securing your ankles with another rope to the foot of the bed and your pussy begins to ache. You feel me get behind you on the bed. I pull the ends of the rope around your wrists causing your hands to move down your body and between your legs.

“I want you to listen very closely to my voice and to do everything I say. If you don’t do everything I say, I’ll stop what I’m doing. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good girl.”

I pull the rope up pressing your hands against your pussy. “I want you to masturbate for me so that I can watch. Keep playing with yourself, you may get yourself as close to the edge as you want, but don’t you dare cum until I tell you to. If you cum before I say, I will have to punish you.” Another jolt shoots through your body at the gruffness of my voice and you obey my command enjoying the feeling of your fingers rubbing all around your moist lips.

“Yeesss Sirrrr!”

“Look at you, you’re wet already! You like masturbating for me knowing that I’m watching don’t you?”

“Yes”

“Would you like it if I jacked off my big hard cock while I watch you masturbate?”

“Mmmm, Yes!”

You can hear me open the lube and can hear the slippery sound as you imagine my strong hand sliding up and down my rigid cock, the bright engorged head pointing at your exposed pussy.

“You would probably like it if I shot a big hot load onto your fingers and pussy. You would love use my hot cum to masturbate, wouldn’t you?”

“MmmmmmHmmmmm”

I take some of the heated lube and grunt as I squirt some onto your fingers pretending to ejaculate. Your kars escort pussy aches at the fantasy and you have to slow down to keep from going over the edge. You can feel your labia becoming more engorged and you clit becomes even more erect.

“You are such a naughty girl! Didn’t you know masturbation is a sin?”

“Yes”

“I think you need a spanking to teach you a lesson.”

The smacks start out light, becoming harder and harder. You cheeks begin to redden and heat up. The heat spreads to your belly causing your pussy to ache almost unbearably as you continue to tease your clit throughout your “punishment”. Suddenly I stop.

“Look at that cute little butthole, its winking at me. I think its trying to tell me something.”

You can feel the hot lube squirting onto your tight hole, then my finger as I gently massage the rim around and around and around. Finally, I press my lubed finger at the center and your hungry, tight hole gobbles it up to the second knuckle.

“Oh that’s a good girl. Now squeeze my finger. Mmmmm. Now relax. Now squeeze again harder. Don’t stop rubbing your clit. That’s it, that’s good. “

You can feel my hard cock rubbing over your left butt cheek soothing the redness there as you continue to contract and relax your sphincter on what was one but is now two fingers. The nerve endings around your tiny hole are hypersensitive, and your pussy is on fire. I remove my fingers and apply more lube.

“I’m going to rub by hard, hot cock across your twitching asshole.”

You can feel the pulsing head of my cock rubbing around the rim depositing a trail of precum as it traces the circumference. Your sphincter contracts involuntarily making you and I both gasp simultaneously.

“That’s it baby, kiss my cock with your asshole.”

I settle my cock between your cheeks and slowly and deliberately begin thrusting across the rim. The feeling is exquisite for both of us as your are deliberately contracting now to kiss my shaft. You are so close to the edge kıbrıs escort that you dare not touch your clit more than one every two seconds for fear of going over the edge.

Suddenly I stop. You can feel me getting off the bed. You hear water running in the bathroom for a minute before I come back to you.

“I’ve got something special for you!”

You feel the almost hot metal of the toy pressing gently against your anus which is tingling in anticipation of the penetration. There is a little resistance at first, but soon your sphincter grabs hungrily at the toy and engulfs it causing you to sigh. I reach down and take-over stimulating your clit as your fingers lovingly caress my hand.

“Hold your pussy open for me baby!”

You use both hands to splay your engorged labia as you feel my freshly washed cock pressing into you. I slowly press and your dripping hole readily accepts my entire length causing us both to groan. You feel completely filled and it is wonderful. You are so grateful to be married to a man who can understand and fulfill your needs so completely. The connection between us is both electric and intimate as I begin to slowly and lovingly thrust into your clutching pussy.

“Do you love having both of your holes filled? Tell me baby!”

“Yes, Yes! I love you so much Daddy!”

“OK, baby, keep rubbing your clit. We’re gonna cum together soon! Oh, that’s it touch my shaft, Mmmm, play with my balls!”

Suddenly you hear the familiar buzzing sound of your Little Buddy and you tingle with excitement. I hand the vibrator to you, which you instinctively apply to your clit. I continue to pump at a deliberate and delicious pace. You can feel my cock beginning to swell as the seed gathers in my anxious balls. As I sink in to the hilt, you say, “That’s it, hold it right there!”

“That’s a good girl , cum for me baby, milk my cock with your pussy!” I growl.

You see colors as you go over the edge, bucking uncontrollably. Your ass clutches over and over against the toy and your pussy clenches my huge, throbbing, spurting cock. I grunt pressing my body against your cheeks as I shoot rope after rope of boiling cum into your wonderful, grateful pussy.

I untie you and we embrace laughing, kissing, jubilant, until we clean up and go to sleep completely satisfied, spooning.

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