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Day in the Mall

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Creampie

Brett and Julie were out enjoying some time together, wondering around the mall doing some shopping. Hand in hand enjoying their time together. It was almost coffee and rest time and on the way to the coffee shop Brett lead Julie towards the toilet, as they approached Julie pocked Brett in the ribs “poor old man, is your bladder giving you a hard time?”

Brett turned with a queeky grin and added as he was reaching into his bag “no this old guy is fine, I thought you’d like the chance to have some private space for this” as he began handing Julie her new toy, the wearable toy that is controlled by Brett’s phone, which vibrates and makes Julie cum, very hard, “but if you’d like to insert it either out her or while we have our coffee……..”

Julie smirked as she saw what Brett was holding and another dig in his ribs as she pulled him in for a hug holding Brett’s hand and the vibrator between them and quick kiss, “you dirty perverted bastard, you’d love me to be sitting in the coffee shop and me spread my legs a bit under the table while I lift my skirt up and slip my knickers aside then work this toy into my moist pussy, in front of you and all the other customers, hoping that nobody realises what I’m doing, wouldn’t you, ya perv?”

Brett groaned slightly “fuck yes” as he ground his now hard cock into Julie as they hugged. Julie giggled “give that to me, you can think about how horny I’m getting and if I’m thrusting it in my pussy about sivas escort to cum while you wait here” taking the vibrator from Brett and turning, leaving him stand there, now by himself, now with a hard cock to try and hide, Julie headed for the toilet, turning to look over her shoulder as she left Brett, who was trying to cover and hide his hard dick as his face turned a shade of red, Julie giggled.

To Brett, it felt like hours, but in reality it was only a few minutes before Julie rejoined him. The crowd hadn’t lessened at all, Julie walked up to Brett, reaching for his hand and leading him towards the coffee shop. They entered and found a table towards the rear of the cafe after ordering their coffee’s. The crowd wasn’t too busy but there were a few people coming and going about their own days. Julie and Brett sat, smiling and holding hands, enjoying each other’s company. Brett feeling cheeky, “feel better after your toilet stop? You look happier, took you a while…..” smirking.

Julie had been waiting for Brett’s cheeky comments, “well actually, seeing as you’re concerned with my wellbeing, I wasn’t going to say anything but, it was way quicker than I expected, it slipped easily into my wet pussy, I was surprised how wet I was and how good it felt to slip it in, and out, and in, and….. well let’s just say I do like that toy. I hope I didn’t make too much noise…….”

Brett was hanging off every word, briefly siverek escort hoping no one else had overheard, he reached into his pocket reaching for his phone that was already hooked via the Bluetooth connection to the vibrator. Brett had already selected the “react to surrounding sound” feature, which means it hears sounds then vibrated to match the sound, the louder the sound the more it vibrated.

As the phone came out of Brett’s pocket and he put it on the table the vibrations in Julie’s pussy started, she saw the phone and her eyes opened wide as her pussy came to life, her pussy was feeling light vibrations and feeling delicious. Her eyes were beginning to gently roll backwards as she felt herself rolling her hips in her chair trying to put more pressure on her pussy and vibrator, gently trying to keep her movements slight so no one else would notice. The feelings were so delightful, every now and again the vibrations would become more server with a background noise. Julie was loving this, see was enjoying her sex toy, her pussy was wet and beginning to tingle with waves of electricity and pleasure, her breathing was deep and trying to be controlled, Brett was causing this and people were everywhere and didn’t have a clue what Julie was feeling.

Julie had one ace up her sleeve, she raised her hand to cradle Brett’s face, whispering “can you smell my pussy juice on my fingers from when I cum in the toilet fucking sıhhiye escort my self with this?” Brett moaned, turning his head slightly against Julie’s hand and discreetly licked her fingers just as the waiter approached from behind and put their coffees on the table next to his phone.

Brett didn’t realise but as the cups hit the table it sent a huge noise activated vibration directly to Julie’s pussy causing her to orgasm in front of the waiter, in front of everyone sitting in the cafe, in front of Brett. Brett did notice Julie dropping her mouth open briefly, her eyes rolling back, her body stiffening and the gasp, Brett knew Julie had orgasmed as her hand grasped his hand tightly. Brett reached for his phone as he thanked the waiter and pausing the link to the vibrator. Julie tried to hide her orgasm from everyone as she too thanked the waiter, smiling, and picked up her coffee with a slight tremble going through her hand, looking at Brett her face began to redden as she recovered from her orgasm taking note how many people were nearby and if the waiter had noticed anything, smiling as she returned her look at Brett.

“OMFG, that was insane, naughty, and hot as hell. Thanks for turning it off though I really don’t think I could handle anymore.” Julie said to Brett, in a hushed tone.

Brett reactivated the vibrator on the sound activation mode, adding “that pause is all naughty girls like you get, I know full well that you want more of this, let’s finish our coffee and continue our time in the mall” as the vibrations restarted their pleasure assault on her wet aroused pussy. Julie’s eyes slowly began to roll with lust as her mouth opened slightly and her pussy began its next journey to orgasm.

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Confessions of Christiana

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Daughter

Part One

Okay, so to begin with, this is not only the very first story my husband Mike and I ever sat down to write together, you should also know that it is the completely true account of how he nudged me into admitting a few VERY naughty things about myself, things that I had kept on a very tight leash up until then. Not only did he coax me into admitting who and what I really was at last, but also into embracing my inner Bad Girl and enjoying her to the fullest, without shame or second thoughts.

We had been together only about four months, and I knew I had something I needed to get off my (42DD–ahem!) chest. I had kept it from Mike because, well, it’s hard to say now why I did, actually. I wanted him to know, I wanted to be completely open and honest with him, but I had somehow convinced myself that he would react badly to this particular part of me, probably even break up with me when he learned the sordid truth.

Since we had just decided to get married around that time, you can imagine how worried I was about such a thing happening, although I had no real basis for thinking my confession would bother him. For one thing, he had never for a moment shown the slightest hint of jealousy, possessiveness, or insecurity. In fact, his rock-solid confidence, the way he was so obviously quite comfortable in his own skin–sure of who he was, never a trace of anything but proud of it, at the same time never coming across as conceited or boastful–was one of the things I was most attracted to, and a HUGE turn-on for me. Mike was, and is, a MAN. And hey, I LIKE men. God KNOWS I like men!

But still, I was worried, and kept putting off The Big Conversation. After I mentioned that I had a few things I’d like to talk over with him, there were several days of nervous dithering before I finally screwed up the nerve one şirinevler escort Saturday afternoon when we were both home and decided I would just…tell him.

“Honey, can you come into the bedroom for a sec? We need to talk about something. Something important, something serious.” He told me later that my somber, grave tone and long, anxious face nearly caused him to have a heart attack right then and there; his very first thought, he said, was that he’d done something so terrible, so godawful and unforgivable I was about to break up with him and move out over it. To tell the truth, he DID go a little pale at the time, but that only occurred to me well after my ordeal was over and done. I was WAY too preoccupied with my own mounting anxiety to notice then.

We sat down hip to hip on our big King-sized bed, the bed I loved so much for all the hot, sweaty, sexy memories we had already made in it, and I swallowed hard while he sat down next to me, clearly getting nervous now himself. I said I had something I needed to tell him about, something from my past I hadn’t shared with him yet, and it was a big enough, bad enough thing that I was afraid it might make him upset or angry with me. I could only hope he could find it deep in his heart to realize that it had nothing whatsoever to do with our relationship, and that he could forgive me and overlook it.

He tried to reassure me on how unlikely it was–how unlike HIM it would be–that he’d get upset with me over some long-past mistake or bad behavior. As long as I hadn’t outright lied to him about anything truly important to us now, he was sure everything would be just fine. I fretted my lower lip with my teeth for a sec, then said, “Well, no, I haven’t LIED to you. But there is something I’ve avoided telling you about…something from long ago that şirinyer escort has nothing at all to do with what we have today. I’ve been holding back on saying anything because, well, I was afraid you might think…uhh, well, that you would…that…”

“Oh hell, I’ll just say it! Mike, honey, I…I…I…”

“I USED TO BE A STRIPPER.” And just like that, there it was. My dark, dirty, secret life as a professional exotic dancer was now out in the open.

Immediately Mike vaulted to his feet, a HUGE grin all over his face, pumping his fists in what did NOT look to me anything like revulsion, shock, or horror! “NO WAY, BABE! Like, a for-real stripper, in an honest-to-God TOPLESS BAR? Tits out, ass exposed, in front of PEOPLE, actual paying customers?!? Hot DAMN, that is so fucking cool!! I LOVE IT!”

I was stunned to see that my man, the true love of my life–far from dumping me as no more than just some easy, sleazy slut–was in fact thrilled to hear about my naughty, sexy little secret!! He demanded that I tell him all about it: the hows, whys, and wheretofores, and that I be totally open and honest with him about it all. He wanted the truth, the whole truth, and nothing BUT the truth from me, in great detail. My already-wide eyes grew to the size of big serving platters, and I shyly stammered, “Well…I first danced in a little biker bar out on Long Island, worked there for a little over a year, then one day decided to take the plunge and arrange a tryout at Flashdancers in Midtown.”

Mike said, “NO SHIT? FLASHDANCERS, seriously? That’s, like, one of the most famous titty bars in the WORLD! Damn, honey, you were BIG time! You musta been damned good at it! Of course, you DO have the perfect body for the job. BUT…now I have a little confession to make my own self, something that might şişli escort come as a surprise to you, but also might make you feel a whole lot better about all this. Here it is, ready or not: I THINK IT’S JUST SEXY AS HELL THAT YOU WORKED AS A STRIPPER!!! Honestly, it turns me on, and I don’t mean just a little bit, either!”

I only thought my eyes were wide before. On hearing THAT, my grin became so wide it felt like my face would crack. I said, “REALLY? It DOES turn you on? You really mean that? You’re not disgusted, you don’t think less of me? You think it’s HOT?” You said, “Fuck yeah, baby, it IS hot! Totally, TOTALLY HOT! Honestly, I absolutely LOVE the idea of you getting all naked and strutting your stuff for a room full of strange men, all lusting after you so bad they can hardly stand it. Well, on one condition I love it: that YOU were turned on by it, too. It would break my heart to think of you feeling ashamed or uncomfortable with what you were doing, y’know? As if you were being coerced, or taken advantage of, or disrespected somehow. But if you were getting off on it yourself, then of course it would be a turn-on for me, and why not? You know by now how much I enjoy seeing you all hot and bothered, how getting you off as hard and as many times as possible is the whole point for me. So tell me true, now: you DID get turned on when you were dancing, didn’t you? I think I’ve seen enough of your exhibitionist streak by now to be able to guess, but I really, really want to hear YOU say it, right up front.”

I tried to scoff at the utter absurdity of any such notion, just as a way of keeping my Inner Slut chained up in her deep, dark corner. Me, turned on by stripping, by dancing naked on a stage for a room full of anonymous, horny men? NO WAY, Bub! But it was no use; that was a lie too outrageous for me to tell. The opportunity to bring Naughty Christiana the cock-fiend on out into the full light of day and show her bad, bad self off for my man, to his pleasure and delight, brought the curtain down on the last little trace of the fraudulent Good Girl act I’d been performing for so long.

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Cheryl’s Beach House

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Amateur

A room at Cheryl’s house for the summer suited my schedule well; I could be there on most weekends and for a couple of weeks in August. Moreover, since she and Norah were a couple, and since they’d introduced me to Tatiana, whom I’d started dating a month earlier, there’d presumably be no issue of my new girlfriend being jealous that I was sharing a house with two gorgeous women. It was true, though, that seeing my housemates in their summer skirts and swimsuits was an appealing prospect.

The first Friday night at the house was just the three of us; Tatiana was traveling on business and was to arrive Sunday. Cheryl and Norah cooked a vegan meal, and I brought some wine, also vegan to suit Cheryl’s requirements. I did the dishes. We watched a movie that evening, a European thing with subtitles; it’d been picked out by Norah. I was more interested in glancing from my armchair at the two of them on the sofa: Cheryl in yoga pants, Norah in a flowery skirt that rose to mid-thigh as she sat.

Cheryl’s hand casually rested on Norah’s bare leg as we watched. Occasionally she’d stroke her girlfriend from the knee upward, her fingers lingering at various points, sometimes at or just under the hem. I tried not to be obvious about looking. At one point, I saw Norah smirking at me out of the corner of my eye, and I turned my head sharply back toward the TV screen. I heard a titter under someone’s breath; whether that was Norah or Cheryl, I wasn’t sure.

I stole a few more surreptitious glances at the hand stroking the thigh. I barely paid attention to the film, which had something to do with Sweden in the 1800s. Looking back at the screen, I saw the credits were rolling; a surprise, as I hadn’t realized we’d seen the ending. “We’re heading to bed,” said Cheryl crisply, giving Norah a couple of pats on the thigh. It seemed like a command. Cheryl rose, and Norah quickly followed, saying “Good night” with a shy smile.

Before long, I went to bed. I lay naked under the sheet, which soon started rising below my waist. I imagined Tatiana, and how she was going to look when she arrived Sunday. Probably she’d be wearing a bikini with a little wrap-around cover-up. Then I thought of the three of them, Cheryl, Norah and Tatiana, all in bikinis. I imagined them all running around on the beach, their hair wet from the ocean, their nipples visible through their bikini tops. Maybe the tops coming off, in some French Riviera type of scene.

My room was dark except for some light from a lamppost outside. My cock pushed the sheet further upward, a white tent in the dimness. I didn’t want to touch myself, since it wouldn’t be long before I’d be seeing Tatiana. But I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold out.

Then I heard something through the wall from the couple’s bedroom. It was a smacking sound. Was it a hand against a leg, or, just maybe, against a butt? It wasn’t loud, as it was mostly muffled by the wall. I listened intently but heard nothing more for a long moment. Then another smack, this time followed by a giggle. “Stop it, he’ll hear you,” I could just barely hear Norah say. She sounded mirthful but also embarrassed.

I got up and walked gingerly toward a wooden chair that was against the wall. I didn’t want to make any noise and alert them I was up, let alone moving to the wall to listen. Unfortunately, my foot knocked over a knapsack I’d left lying on the floor, and I cringed a bit at the noise. I sat on the chair and cringed again as it creaked. Then shifting as quietly in the chair as I could, I cupped my ear against the wall. There was only silence from the other room for what seemed like a full minute. Had they gone quiet because they knew I was listening? Maybe they’d just fallen asleep. I pressed my ear closer to the wall.

Then there was another smack. This one would’ve been louder even if I hadn’t been against the wall. It was followed by an “Ow!” from Norah. Then some more giggling, though I couldn’t be sure which one of them that was; possibly, it was both of them giggling at once.

My cock throbbed as I sat naked in the chair. I permitted myself a quick caress with my left hand as I cupped my ear with my right.

Another smack, then another, then another. There was a muffled “Stop,” and something else that sounded like “He’ll hear.” Then I heard Cheryl, her voice firm and clear. “Stop’s not your safeword, young lady,” she said. “And I don’t mind if Frank hears. He won’t be surprised to know you get spanked now and then. He’s seen you get bratty.”

I held my breath for a moment at hearing my name, then tried to breathe slowly and calmly. Cheryl continued talking. “He probably wanted to spank you himself for making us watch that shit movie tonight.” Another smack, then a few more. The spanks seemed to be hand against bare flesh. They didn’t sound too forceful, just enough to give a little sting. They had a certain rhythmic quality, making slightly different sounds; I suspected Cheryl was alternating which of Norah’s cheeks got the palm.

There was a long sincan escort silence. Was the spanking over? I had a crazy idea of knocking on their door and asking if everything was all right–but that would be with the hope they’d invite me in. Since that didn’t seem at all plausible, instead I walked over to my bed as quietly as I could and got under the sheets. There was no way I wasn’t going to touch myself now, and soon I came hard into a tissue, emitting a groan I wasn’t able to suppress. I thought I heard one more giggle from the next room. I felt a twinge of embarrassment, but soon enough drifted off to asleep.

The three of us had breakfast together the next morning. The girls were already in swimsuits, with wrap-around cover-ups. Cheryl was in a one-piece, and Norah had on a bikini. As we ate some vegan pancakes Norah had made, Cheryl looked at me with what seemed like bemusement. “How’d you sleep?” she said emphasizing the word “sleep.”

“Fine,” I said, trying to sound innocent.

“Pretty quiet location, isn’t it?” Cheryl said, staring at me with a smirk.

“Yes,” I allowed, then gazed out the window for a long moment. “No street noise,” I added, awkwardly.

With that, Norah gave me an odd look, and Cheryl burst into laughter. I continued eating, as nonchalantly as I could. Stealing a glance at Norah, I saw she was blushing, and I knew I was, too.

We went to the beach, and I happily lazed around eyeing my housemates in their swimsuits, as well as other women who were around. I kept a towel folded a bit over my swimsuit, to conceal the effect all this was having on me. At one point, Cheryl and Norah walked down to the water, and Cheryl gave Norah a pat on her bikini bottom to spur her into the surf. I watched from my chair enthralled.

A little later, I checked my phone. There was a text from Tatiana: “Arriving tomorrow morning around 9. Hope you’re getting along with the girls.”

“All well here,” I texted back.

Late afternoon, the three of us walked back to the house. Cheryl and Norah headed in, while I walked around the corner to buy some more wine. About 10 minutes later, I walked in and put the bottle on the kitchen island. I could hear a shower going in their bathroom. The door to their bedroom was ajar. Then I heard a loud “Oh!” I wasn’t sure which one of them it was.

“Everything OK?” I called out. I heard a giggle over the shower sound. “We’re just fine,” Cheryl called back.

The only other shower was an outdoor one behind the house, surrounded by walls of wooden slats. I grabbed a towel and walked out to it, stepping into the wooden enclosure and shutting the door behind me; there was a little hook that one locked to ensure privacy. I slung my towel and dry clothing over the top of the wooden wall, then stripped off my swimsuit and swim shirt, and put those on top of the wall too, a little further away.

I fiddled with the shower controls and then stood under the water. It was a little cold, which seemed like a good thing, as I needed to get my cock to stop springing up as it had been all day.

To my surprise, I heard a giggle and some rushed footsteps. Then, my towel and all my clothing suddenly were pulled away from the shower. “See you in the house, Frank!” Cheryl called out. It sounded like two sets of footsteps rushing back to the house. I heard a door shut.

What the hell were they doing? Was I now supposed to walk back into the house naked? That would mean potentially being seen by the public, though I’d be less exposed if I went through a side door that was not far from the shower. I walked over to it, covering myself as best I could with one hand, while trying the knob with the other. Locked.

Muttering a curse, I walked around to the front door. There was an older couple that had just walked past on the sidewalk, and a young couple on bikes riding toward the house a block or so away. No one seemed to have noticed me yet. I quickly stepped onto the front porch and tried the front door, dreading the possibility that the girls might’ve locked that too. Thankfully, it opened. I stepped in, naked and wet.

Cheryl and Norah were standing at the kitchen island, getting dinner started. They looked over at me, bursting into laughter. I held both hands in front of my groin, but to my chagrin my cock was rising. I had a moment of thinking I wanted to spank them both, but what came out of my mouth was notably less assertive. “What was that about?” I said, not too strongly.

“Just managing the household,” Cheryl said, crisply. “Oh and thanks for the wine.” They both smirked as they looked at my cupped hands and then at my face, which I was sure was reddening. Cheryl gave me a head-on stare, while Norah had a more shy, sidelong look. I could see my towel and clothing laid out on chairs in the living room.

“Managing, by taking my clothing?” I asked, still sounding more peevish than confrontational.

“You can’t expect too much privacy here,” Cheryl replied evenly. “Not when you sinop escort jerk off after listening to Norah get spanked last night, and then ogle us both all day today.”

I stood there, dumbfounded. I was about to argue, but then realized that doing so meant continuing to stand there naked in front of them. With a scoff, I grabbed my clothing from the chairs and walked into my bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind me but not slamming it.

As I toweled off, my cock was still throbbing. The experience of standing naked in front of my housemates hadn’t dampened my physical enthusiasm. I heard a buzzing and picked up my cell phone from the bedside. A text had come in from Tatiana: “Hope the girls are keeping you on your best behavior.”

I felt both chagrined but also intrigued. Did Tatiana know what was going on? Had she possibly asked her friends to embarrass me? My cock continued throbbing.

I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say. Finally I texted: “Yes. Cheryl definitely runs a tight ship.”

A moment later, she texted back: “I recommend following all orders. I want a good report when I arrive there tomorrow.”

I had a brief thought of writing something like: “You’ll be in trouble when you get here.” But I didn’t. Instead, I wrote: “Roger that.”

I set the phone down and got dressed. Then I opened the bedroom door and walked back to the kitchen. Cheryl and Norah were cooking dinner. Tofu and vegetables. Cheryl was wearing capri pants. Norah was in a short skirt, a little shorter than last night’s. “Nice outfit,” Cheryl said cheerfully, eyeing my button-down shirt and shorts. “Though I liked the earlier one, too,” she chortled, spurring a burst of giggling from Norah.

It was a candlelit dinner. Three place settings. A fourth chair unoccupied, waiting for Tatiana’s arrival.

“So,” I said at one point, “Tatiana’s on schedule to arrive tomorrow.” Then I added, hesitantly: “Were either of you in touch with her today, by any chance?”

“Yeah, just before you took a shower,” Norah said. Then she gave an uncertain look at Cheryl, who looked back sternly.

“I didn’t authorize you to tell him that,” Cheryl said, as Norah blushed and looked down at her plate.

Cheryl looked at me. “But yes, Frank, since you’re asking. Tatiana’s well-informed and highly enthusiastic about how things are run in this household.”

“So she knew about you stealing my clothes?” I asked. Mercifully, the table concealed the growing bulge in my pants.

“Of course,” Cheryl laughed. “You don’t think we’d do that without her permission. Anyway, she’ll be here by 9 tomorrow, and she’s up for having a CFNM brunch if you are.”

“CFNM?” I said slowly. I’d heard the term, Clothed Female, Naked Male. Were they serious about this? Given everything that had happened, I had no reason to think they weren’t.

Cheryl and Norah looked at me, as if waiting for an answer. I wasn’t quite ready to say yes, though the idea was turning me on. And they had already seen me naked, albeit briefly.

“Not purely CFNM,” Cheryl said. “Norah will get naked on command as well.”

I looked over at Norah, who smiled and raised her eyebrows before turning back to her meal. We ate in silence for a while. If seeing Norah nude was an incentive for me to want to disrobe, it was working.

After dinner, we drank wine, and I did the dishes. Then we watched another movie. This was something Cheryl had selected. An old film involving a guy and a girl doing a circus knife-throwing act. In this routine, the girl, in a scanty little outfit, would get strapped to a spinning wheel while the guy threw knives at her, blindfolded. “That’s not happening tomorrow, is it?” I quipped, and the girls laughed.

That night, I lay in my bed naked, trying hard to not touch my erect cock. For the most part, there was only silence from the next room. Then around midnight, I heard a moan, which I thought was from Norah. I grabbed my cock and jacked off desperately, coming into a tissue with a groan.

I woke up around 7:30 the next morning and put on some sweatpants and a T-shirt to go to the kitchen. It occurred to me that within a few hours I might not be wearing clothing. The ladies were still asleep, as far as I could tell.

I had some oatmeal and coffee, while reading my phone. No new texts from Tatiana.

A little after 8, Cheryl walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a T-shirt as a little dress. I got a glimpse of pink panties as she reached to grab some tea bags from a shelf. She started a pot of water. “Tatiana will be here soon,” she said. “You ready to go CFNM before she walks in?”

“I didn’t agree to CFNM at all,” I replied, grumpily. I was feeling a little rebellious, though my acceptance of Cheryl’s authority had been growing. And I wasn’t sure who’d be the highest-ranking woman in the household once Tatiana showed up. Cheryl’s name was on the lease. Yet, if the two of them were to give me contradictory orders, I’d have to go with what Tatiana had şiran escort ordered me to do. I felt surprise at realizing that I was thinking in such terms. I’d always felt Tatiana had an assertive streak, and I knew I could be submissive sometimes, but I hadn’t realized how ready I was for her to take charge, especially with our two friends helping her out.

“If you don’t want to, don’t,” said Cheryl with a shrug. “But you should know, the safeword in this house is ‘whiskey.'” She paused, pouring some tea. “A manly drink, whiskey, which by the way you’re not allowed to have while you’re here.”

There was a knock on the door. “I’ll get it,” I said eagerly. I rose and opened the front door. Tatiana was standing there. She was wearing a pinstriped above-the-knee skirt and a spaghetti-strap top. She was looking like what she was, a businesswoman who’d not yet changed into her vacation outfit. She gave me a kiss on the lips, and I stepped aside to let her in. She kissed Cheryl on the cheek. It was a long kiss that made me wonder if they’d ever been intimate.

Norah walked in, wearing a bikini bottom and T-shirt. Tatiana gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then, to my surprise, my girlfriend turned Norah sideways and gave her a smack on the butt. “Have you been following Cheryl’s rules?” Tatiana asked, in a businesslike tone.

“Yes, ma’am,” Norah answered, smiling. She rubbed her butt for a moment as she turned to make herself some breakfast.

“Good,” said Tatiana. Then she turned to me. “Taking your clothing off?” she asked. Her tone had a twinge of impatience, but also sounded as if it were a casual thing under discussion, like whether I wanted more coffee.

“If you want,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. Cheryl and Norah smiled, while Tatiana kept a straight face. “In fact, I do want that, and so do they,” she replied, ending with a slight smile.

I took off my shirt, then my shorts. As I pulled off my briefs, my cock rose and waved in the air. This time, there seemed no point in covering it with my hands. I stood there naked, as they all looked me over.

“Isn’t Norah getting undressed too?” I asked shyly.

“Not yet,” Cheryl said. “This is really your moment to shine.”

Well, brunch was delicious, with lots of fresh fruit and some vegan French toast. I never forgot I was naked, but I was getting more and more comfortable with the situation. As we finished up, Tatiana asked: “Cheryl, has Frank been doing the dishes properly this weekend.”

“Adequately, is how I’d put it,” Cheryl replied. Then after a pause: “Just barely adequately.”

“Well, now that he’s all bare, I’m sure we can incentivize him further,” Tatiana said. “Norah, fetch me a wooden spoon.” Norah did that promptly, and Tatiana gestured with the implement toward the kitchen island. “Frank, you may bend over right there. Don’t be slow about it.”

I stood up and stepped over to the island, then bent over a part of the counter that had been left clear. Apparently, someone–maybe all of them–had kept that space ready for me.

As I bent over, my cock throbbed against the wooden side of the island, Cheryl and Norah stood on either side of me. Each of them then gently pulled one of my wrists back and held it there behind the small of my back. Then Tatiana stepped forward and gave me a good whack on the ass with the spoon. Then another. And another.

She then shifted to giving a few light taps with the spoon as she spoke to me. “And you have no business asking for Norah to be undressed,” Tatiana said. “That’s Cheryl’s decision.” The harder smacks resumed for a while. Maybe a dozen loud whacks. They stung, but honestly, I loved it.

Then there was some more light tapping as Tatiana spoke again. “There was that time we had Norah staked on the beach at twilight, totally naked. Not many people around at that hour, though there’s always the chance you’ll be seen. That was fun.”

Norah giggled, and I heard a smack that didn’t land on my butt. It was apparently Cheryl reaching over to give her girlfriend a smack on the bikini bottom. Then, as I saw out of the corner of my eye, Tatiana reached the spoon over and smacked Norah’s bottom with it.

“You too, Cheryl,” Tatiana said sternly. I looked over my other shoulder and saw my girlfriend laying the spoon down on Cheryl’s panty-clad butt, after lifting the long T-shirt. That seemed to answer the question of who was in charge around here. Tatiana then brought the spoon down for a solid smack on my naked ass. “Yes, we’ll bring the stakes to the beach,” she said. “Frank will look good spreadeagled on the beach with his cock in the air.”

The thought of that was mortifying. But with my cock pressing even harder against the kitchen island, I was in no mood to argue.

Most of the day at the beach was pretty normal. We all wore swimsuits. We set up three beach chairs and a long, reclining deck chair under a tent covering with open sides. We went in and out of the ocean, ate a packed lunch in the late afternoon and by early evening the beach was not too populated: just a few clusters of people in the distance and occasional passersby in our area. Still, it wasn’t entirely empty, and I was beginning to wonder if Tatiana really intended to follow through on her stated plans.

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“So, did you really mean it when you said that you’d let all your friends have a go at me?” I asked Eric the next morning, sitting in a tub of warm water that calmed my soreness. “It wasn’t just dirty talk?”

“Yep, it wasn’t just dirty talk.” Eric admitted as he towelled himself dry, his muscular body on full display. “I think it’d be really hot if we did like an orgy of sorts, but you’d be the only girl getting fucked by like… ten, fifteen guys.”

“I-Isn’t that a bit too much?” My jaw dropped. “I-I didn’t know you had a kink of that sort.”

“I have many kinks and fantasies you don’t know about, doll.” Eric smirked. “One of them – which you probably don’t know about – involves all my basketball teammates and you.”

“And you’re all having sex with me?” I questioned incredulously. “Where?”

“In the basketball court of course, where else?” Eric gave me a lopsided grin. “Maybe the Coach can join in as well.”

“God,” My eyes widened. “You’re filthy!”

“And you’re filthier for not breaking up with me even though I’m telling you these things!” Eric chuckled. “That’s because you are actually excited to play whore.”

I fake gasped, sending a spray of water his way. “How dare you?”

“You disagree?” Eric’s laugh was low and teasing as his dark eyes trailed over my naked form. “Then why did you agree to let my friends fuck you? Why did you not stop me when I asked you to suck Sean’s dick? I’ll tell you why, because you my darling, are. a. slut.” He emphasised his words with a growing smirk as I blushed.

“Or maybe I just love you too much.” I shot back, smiling sheepishly when Eric raised a disbelieving brow.

“I don’t believe you’re doing this just because you love me, ” He shook his head. “You’re just a sexy girl and being my whore excites you. Just accept it, doll.”

“Okay, fine yeah.” I admitted, getting out of the tub, making no effort to hide my body from him. “It does excite me.”

“What part of it?” Eric asked, clearly interested.

“You know I have a high sex drive, babe. So everything about this arrangement arouses me.” I shrugged, loving how Eric’s gaze zeroed in on my ample tits. I pushed my wet hair to my back so he could get a better look and held his gaze. “I don’t mind fucking your friends as long as you’re okay with it.”

“And how often are you willing to let them do that?” Eric swallowed.

“What do you mean?” I asked even though I knew exactly what he meant.

“I mean, are you up for only fucking them once a week or… can it be every day too?” He walked towards me, watching me as I dried myself. “You know, regardless of what you choose, I’m not going to stop taking you at least once every day.” He smirked, trailing his fingertips along my breast.

“Who said you had to stop?” I whispered huskily.

“But then would you be able to take double the amount of sex everyday? You know, they’re going to try to get into your pants every single day once you let them have you, right?” He muttered, playing with my soft buds as I nodded.

“I get what you’re trying to say, but suppose I say I’ll let them fuck me every day, then what?” I asked cautiously. “Where will it happen?”

Eric seemed to think about it for a moment. “Probably somewhere in college? Sean, Owen and some other guys have their own dorm rooms. The other guys can fuck you either in a secluded corner of the silifke escort library or in the boys’ locker room.”

“I don’t understand.” I swallowed. “What if Sean and Owen’s roommates see me, and what if someone walks in on me having sex with one of the boys in the library or the locker room? They’re public spaces after all.”

Eric chuckled. “I guess you could just spread your legs for them too.”

My face coloured. “You really want me to become a whore, don’t you?”

“Yes, ” He whispered. “I want you to become a dirty dirty slut, a cumbucket for all of my friends.”

I sucked in a sharp breath. Why did the thought turn me on so much?

“What if people talk?” I asked softly. “You know how fast news spreads in college. Would you be okay with people calling me a slut and and a whore?”

Eric grinned. “I’d be okay if they treated you like a slut and whore too, just as long as you’re okay with it and I get to see.”

“Wow,” I breathed, my pussy clenching. “You’re so bad.”

My boyfriend shrugged unfazed. “I want to see how bad you can be though.” Backing me up against the wall, he trapped me in place by placing one hand against the wall and the other on top of my naked breast. “What is your decision, doll? Every day or every week?”

I swallowed. “Well, to be honest, I don’t mind every day.” I mumbled quietly, my face flushing. “But before we do that, I want to try being with your friends once every week. Take it slow, you know?”

Eric seemed satisfied. “Good enough. I can just fuck you twice a day until then.” His mouth moved to capture mine as his hand slipped down to feel my wetness.

“Fuck,” He breathed. “The boys were absolutely right.”

“About what?” I quivered as his digits played with my lips, coating themselves in my arousal.

“About you being the perfect whore material.” Eric whispered as he pushed one finger into me, pumping gently. “I didn’t really take it seriously until I saw you blowing Sean. But I should’ve already known. You were so sexy and unbothered when they literally walked in on me fingering you, and you acted like such an obedient little bitch despite being caught in that situation.”

He pressed his lips to my neck, leaving wet kisses as he added another finger to my heat. “And even now, look at you taking my fingers so greedily when I practically fucked you all night.”

“Well,” I moaned. “It’s not my fault I get turned on easily.”

“Oh really?” Eric smirked. “Then tell me something, how turned on do you have to be to agree to give the poor boys next door a good show?”

I smirked back. “Oh well, you can open the curtains again. I don’t mind.”

“Nah, I think I want to take you on the balcony today.” Eric pulled his fingers out of me and licked my juices off them, before kissing me. “Let them have a good look at you and hear your beautiful moans as I take you from behind. And then later, I might just call them over for tea.” He smirked. “Where they all get to lick your cunt for dessert.”

“What if they fuck me?” I bit my lip.

“Oh trust me,” Eric’s voice grew deeper as he gripped both my hands and held them behind my back, walking me towards the balcony. “I won’t stop them.”

I tried to imagine the three guys next door taking turns using my pussy and felt heat rush to my nether regions. If what I’d did with Eric’s friends yesterday silivri escort had felt so good – and they hadn’t even fucked me – how good would it be to take four men all at once? I obviously couldn’t let Eric only watch. He’d have to join the three boys and also all the other boys that were soon going to fuck me in near future.

“You’re probably the only boy who gets so turned on at the idea of having a slut for a girlfriend.” I shivered as Eric walked me out onto the balcony and waited for the boys next door to notice. It was still early in the morning and they were probably getting ready for breakfast right now.

“Oh stop talking,” Eric shushed me playfully. “Spread your legs and bend over.”

“Are you really going to let them see me naked?” I questioned breathlessly as I noticed one of the boys coming to the window. Sure enough, he stayed and was joined by the other two within a few seconds. They all smirked at me lasciviously and I bit my lip, maintaining eye contact.

“Well, they see you naked every night, don’t they, doll? It’s nothing new.” Eric answered smoothly as he bent me over and unzipped his pants. I couldn’t really see his expressions when he thrust into me, leaning forward to cup both of my breasts in his hands but I was pretty sure that if he didn’t have his eyes on me, his smirk would have matched the ones on my neighbours’ faces.

I let out a low whimper as he drove into me at a fast pace, his torso pressed against my back and his teeth lightly grazing my sweet spot, sending me into a frenzy. I could feel my body starting to quiver as Eric let go of one of my tits and instead, slid it down my stomach to rub my clitoris instead.

Moaning, I threw back my head as his fingers grazed against my most sensitive spot, collecting the mixture of my juices and his precum to draw painfully pleasurable circles around the throbbing bud. Every time he rubbed my clit, he would ram his cock into me a little more roughly which was slowly driving me over the edge, my mind too occupied to even take notice of the gibberish I was spouting in the throes of desire.

“Mmm, yes! Harder, Eric.” I bit my lip as his hand came to rest around my throat, pulling me upwards. His breathing grew faster and more laboured as he pounded into me relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the balcony. I wondered if the boys could hear it and well, it was clear they could.

One of them, I think his name was Connor, even had his camera in hand as he filmed the whole thing, a shit-eating grin on his face. I knew that expression. It was smugness. The bastard was dead chuffed to see a naked girl being fucked on a balcony in broad daylight and didn’t think he needed to ask for permission before filming. Why? Because I wasn’t a normal girl.

I was a slut; a greedy cunt who got fucked in front of their eyes every single night, a whore whose body they’d all seen in all its naked glory.

I bit my lip and moaned. “Yes, Eric!” I locked eyes with my neighbours and played with my sensitive boobs. “Yes, take me.” I whined, shooting them a faint smile as Eric whipped me around and pulled up my right leg before ramming into my dripping pussy again, his expressions dark and smug.

Throwing a look behind me, his smirk grew as he found my eyes again. “Fuck, you’re such a good whore for me, doll.” He rasped, leaning simav escort in to press his mouth against mine as his hand squeezed my throat lightly. “You like putting up a show for your neighbours, huh? Spreading your legs for them to see when you finger yourself and being used like a dirty slut in front of them… it turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“Ohh god, yes.” I cried out as his fingers dug into my thigh, rubbing against my soft skin in way I was sure would leave a mark. I could feel the world sliding in and out of my vision as I struggled to breathe, Eric’s member pounding into me so hard that I could feel it hitting that elusive magical spot inside me with every thrust. I let out a series of moans and dug my nails into his biceps as he chuckled sardonically at my fucked out condition, never faltering from the rhythm he’d set.

His lips inches away from my own, he kept his hooded gaze trained on mine throughout, as if daring me to let the pleasure take over and close them. Breathless, I licked my lips, silently begging him to kiss me again. There was just something so intoxicating about the way his mouth moved against mine; it made everything feel so much more intimate and personal even if he was basically exhibiting me for the world to look at.

Eric laughed darkly as he teasingly pulled my lower lip between his teeth, watching me squirm and protest for a few moments before actually claiming my mouth again. Groaning into my mouth as I clenched around him, he pounded me relentlessly until I was trembling, my legs no longer supporting my body.

“Oh God, Eric, I’m cumming!” A strangled moan escaped my as my thighs shook. If these were the kind of orgasms I was going to have everyday, I’d let him take me anywhere, anytime and any number of times.

“I know, doll. And I’m going to fuck you through your orgasm.” He said. “Go on then, cum for me, you filthy whore.”

And I did, shamelessly screaming and quivering in front of three boys like I did every night. But Eric clearly wasn’t done with me just yet. He continued pushing in and out of me, his low moans filling my ears as he fucked me solely to reach his own high.

And I let him, closing my eyes as I felt the knots in my stomach tightening yet again.

“Open your eyes!” Eric nearly growled, slapping my tit mercilessly. “Look at me when I’m fucking your pvssy, that way you’ll always remember who owns it.”

My heartbeat quickened. I didn’t need to look to know who my pussy belonged to. It belonged to him; it was his property and it was abundantly clear from the way he could use it as he pleased, when he pleased.

Biting my lip, I felt his thrusts turn sloppy as Eric rode out his own climax, emptying his seed into me with a loud groan; and then pulled out only to push his fingers up into me again, pushing all of his seed back in so it wouldn’t leak down my thighs. It was a perverse show of possession but I loved it.

“It’ll all leak out anyway, you fucker!” I joked but he smirked.

“Well, I’m just going to push it deep enough for your needy little cunt here to be nice and wet for some more fucking this evening, doll.” He kissed my neck before pulling out his fingers and sliding them into my mouth.

Eagerly, I sucked them clean before flashing him a coy smile.

Eric raised an eyebrow and leaned in to kiss my cheek before addressing the neighbours – who were now standing with raging boners of their own – and smirking.

“Just in case you were curious, I don’t mind sharing.” He kissed my shoulder and squeezed both of my boobs as my face flushed. “6 PM. My place… that is, if you guys wanna have a go at her too.”

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Disclaimer: All characters in this story are imaginary and fictitious and bear no resemblance to any person living or dead. There are no minor/underage characters involved in any kind of sexual activity or sexual relationship in this story.

Note from the author: There was a story that I published two years ago, “Stranger than Fiction” and it was a prequel to this. That story is polished further and is now part of this complete piece. Even if you have read the first story, I strongly recommend that you read it here again for better continuity and newly added details.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

*****

Chapter 1

It was a beautiful morning in early summer months in a small coastal town in the state of Goa, India. This place was a hidden gem with virtually no tourism. On the west side there was a long stretch of pristine beaches and mountains lined the east side of this secluded town. This small community enjoyed all the comforts of the modern world, thanks to the administration of the town led by Andrew D’Souza for the last thirty years.

Andrew had suffered a heart attack that morning. An ambulance was rushing him to the hospital. He was accompanied by his family that included his wife Rosie, 23 years old son, James, and 21 years old daughter Jasmine. The ambulance arrived at the emergency entrance of the hospital and killed the blaring sound.

Neha Singh, a very young doctor who had recently completed her internship, was in charge of emergencies that day. She immediately swung into action and was being briefed by a nurse as they were running through the lobby. When they were about to enter the ICU, Neha stopped just for a moment. A second ago, in the lobby, she noticed the patient’s family huddled together. A young man was holding an old woman and a young woman in each arm, consoling them. It is a very common sight at hospitals. However something she noticed through her peripheral vision was totally out of place.

“I think the younger woman in the man’s embrace is naked,” whispered Dr. Neha to the nurse.

“Oh yeah, that would be Jasmine,” the nurse said.

As if it explained everything. And the nurse closed the doors.

A couple of hours later Dr. Neha stepped out of the ICU. Patient’s family was surrounded by many people. Some of them rushed towards her, the patient’s wife was ahead of them all.

“Mrs. D’Souza?” Dr. Neha asked.

Mrs. D’Souza was shaken but managed to ask, “Yes, that’s me. How is my husband?”

“He is doing fine now. We ran several tests and there will be a few more later today. It was a mild heart attack, as you may have suspected, but he is out of danger now,” Dr. Neha assured her.

James and Jasmine made their way out of the crowd and stood next to Mrs. D’Souza holding hands. Neha still could not believe what she was seeing right in front of her. Jasmine was standing there stark naked. She did not have a stitch of clothes on her body. Neha quickly sized her up. Jasmine was about 5 and a half feet tall, had silky black hair reaching to her shoulders. She had beautiful brown colored eyes, and had full lips on her slightly round face. Her breasts were probably the best Neha had seen so far. They were perfectly round with rose bud nipples. She was standing with her legs crossed but from what Neha could see, she had perfectly waxed pubes. With such a beautiful face and a figure that any girl would kill for, Jasmine could easily pass for a model or a film star.

Mrs. D’Souza introduced them, “This is my daughter Jasmine and he is my son James.”

Her voice snapped Neha back to reality. She had a strong urge to ask why on earth she was naked but she was too astonished to say anything. Being a doctor, she had seen her share of naked bodies. But this was something altogether different.

Neha thought, even considering the worst case scenario where they had rushed their father to the hospital and Jasmine didn’t even waste a minute to wear something, assuming she was already naked, it did not make any sense that nobody, especially her family thought of draping her with a sheet or something once they were at the hospital. And if it wasn’t enough, nobody around her seemed to be bothered by her nudity. Everyone was behaving as if everything was absolutely normal.

Neha was called out to another emergency and had to leave.

She was occupied for the rest of the day but she constantly had Jasmine in the back of her mind. She did not see her again that day and did not get an opportunity to ask anyone about what was the deal with the naked girl.

Next morning, Neha was on her rounds to check on her patients. She was satisfied with Andrew’s numbers on the chart.

She was making some notes while chatting with him when someone called out in a sweet voice behind her, “Hello Doctor, may I come in?”

Neha, without turning, said, “Please come in, I will be out of here in a minute.”

As Neha looked up from her notepad, she saw the cutest naked bubble butt walking towards Andrew’s bed. Obviously it was Jasmine. She was wearing only a pair of sneakers and carried seyhan escort a small purse over her shoulder. She sat on the edge of the bed next to her father. She then reached out to hold his hand and brought it closer to her cheeks. Leaning her face on his hand, she closed her eyes. She was probably just thankful for him alive and contemplating how badly it could have turned out.

Neha couldn’t help but notice that her succulent bare breasts were brushing against the back of her father’s hairy arm. Her father was unfazed by that touch and patted her head with the other hand as if to assure her that the worst was over. Despite Jasmine’s out of place nudity, it was an emotional picture.

Neha could not take her eyes off Jasmine. She did not want to leave the room even though her business there was over.

“How are you doing, Dad?” Jasmine asked after a few quiet moments when she just stayed there with her eyes closed.

“I am absolutely fine darling. In fact, I am ready to go back home.”

“Mr. D’Souza, we are keeping you under observation for the next 36 hours, if not longer,” Neha said. If she could, she would keep him there forever just to see Jasmine everyday.

“You got to listen to the Doctor’s orders, Dad,” Jasmine said in an authoritative tone. “We were so worried when you collapsed yesterday without any warning. Mom has been an absolute wreck since yesterday.”

“I know, dear. I had to force her to go home last night; she was not ready to leave my side. If it was up to her, she would have slept here next to me all night.”

“And do you know what she did the first thing today? She woke me up and sent me here to check on you. She did not even let me get dressed. Look at me,” Jasmine stood up and circled around herself as if to prove that she was really naked. Then she looked at him with a completely innocent face and fluttered her eyelashes.

The daughter and father burst into laughter together. Neha felt like an intruder in their inside joke, which she obviously did not understand.

After spending a few minutes, Jasmine looked at the clock and said, “Oh God! I have to run, or I will be late for college. Bye Dad, bye Doc.”

And with that she was gone. Neha thought her father would say something about Jasmine, probably to defend her nudity, but all he said was, “God bless that child!”

Neha wondered if she was rushing to get dressed for college. After all, who goes to college naked? She knew that schools and colleges can be brutal places for anyone. Going naked to college is nothing short of commiting suicide. She convinced herself that Jasmine would go home, get dressed and then go to college.

Later that evening, Neha was leaving for the day. She noticed from the end of the lobby that Jasmine was back at the hospital. It was not difficult to spot that girl. She was perched over the counter talking to someone at the reception. Jasmine’s bare breasts were pressed on the glass countertop and her flattened nipples could be seen from the bottom side of the glass. It reminded Neha of how they used to press their noses against the car window as kids.

“Hey Jasmine, how was your day at the college?” Neha asked as she reached the reception.

Jasmine straightened up and stood facing Neha.

“It was great. We are almost at the end of the semester. I will be graduating soon.”

“Did you come here straight from your college?” Neha had to ask even if she sounded nosy.

“Yes, I did, why? My college is only two blocks away from here.” Jasmine said, pointing in the general direction of her college.

Neha did not answer the question. Instead she updated Jasmine on her father’s health status to divert her question.

Jasmine left and Neha’s gaze kept following her until she disappeared in her father’s room.

Neha approached the reception and signed herself out on the iPad. She knew the hospital clerk, Rita, well enough. She was like a nice motherly lady who brought some homemade food last week for her. Rita seemed to be wrapping up for the day.

Neha asked, “Hey, Rita, are you leaving?”

“Yes, madam, was there anything you need me to take care of?” she said, setting her purse down.

“No, no. I was just wondering if you have no plans for the evening, maybe we could go out for a drink.”

Rita gladly accepted.

As they were walking towards Neha’s car, Rita said, “It is a bit early for the only place in the town to open where we could go get a drink.”

Neha considered it for a moment, “In that case, is it okay if we go to my place?”

“Of course it is okay.”

It took them only a few minutes to reach Neha’s house. Neha showed her bar and went for a quick shower. When Neha stepped out, showered and wearing her pajamas, Rita had already poured two glasses of wine and was reading something on her phone. Neha sat on the sofa across from Rita.

After a small talk, Neha said, “Rita, you know I just moved here last week and don’t know much about this place or even this state. I applied for an internship here because I thought this being a very remote place, would be in need side escort of doctors and good facilities. I was surprised looking at this town, to say the least. I liked it here, though it is too early to say. Before coming here, I used to think there was nothing I hadn’t seen. But, boy was I wrong? I am unable to wrap my head around the fact that there is a totally naked girl strolling in this town as if it is nobody’s business. I mean how is that even possible? What about her parents, family, society, authorities, moral police and media? How did…”

Rita interrupted, “Sorry madam…”

Neha corrected her with a smile, “Call me Neha, please.”

“Sure. Neha, I know how shocking it would be to you. We are so used to it that I don’t think anyone thought of mentioning it to you sooner. All your bewilderment is totally justified. Let me start at the beginning.

D’Souzas have been our neighbors since I got married and came to this town years ago. Jasmine and my daughter, Beth, are about the same age and the best friends. They literally grew up together and Rosie and I have been like their second mothers. I still remember the joyful moments when we both were pregnant and both gave birth to beautiful daughters just a week apart. Jasmine was born first and Beth about a week later.

I remember it all so clearly. Jasmine never liked wearing any clothes and she was always naked. I think I saw her in clothes only a very few times, maybe during festivals or on some special occasions.

She is the baby in the house and got away with it when she was young. Mr. D’Souza practically owns more than half of the town including schools and colleges. He is also politically influential. So people in the town and authorities did not really have the stomach to say anything about Jasmine’s public nudity. It was Jasmine’s mother who was tired of all the gossip as Jasmine grew older. Can you even blame her? Which mother in this world would tolerate that? I also tried to talk her out of it but it did not help.

Even being her best friend, my daughter never showed any interest in being nude herself, thank God! She is too shy, exactly opposite of Jasmine. Except for her nudity issues though, Jasmine is a daughter any mother would envy.

But like I said, her mother couldn’t deal with all the criticism. She forced Mr. D’Souza to send her to a boarding school hoping that it will help her outgrow. Jasmine completed her 12th grade there and returned back home right after her eighteenth birthday. I remember it because it was Beth’s 18th birthday the following week.

Jasmine hadn’t changed a bit. If anything, she got bolder when she was away. Her mom had restricted her from being out in public as much as possible. But after she was back from the boarding school, she started going anywhere and everywhere naked.

There she was, at Beth’s biggest birthday party, standing next to Beth completely naked. Of course, Beth didn’t mind, she was happy to have her best friend back. Beth still has a framed picture in her room hugging her naked friend tightly right after the cake was cut.

Jasmine started attending college here. Her mother told me that she had offered her two choices for college. First was to start wearing clothes and go to either of two colleges in the town or stay naked and she can only go to girls’ commerce college. Jasmine obviously chose the girls’ college. Beth tagged along with her. However weird it sounds, a clothed girl hanging out with a completely naked girl every day, all day, I must say, it was a beautiful sight.

What happened in the next three years changed a lot of things for Jasmine and this town. She immersed herself in social work to care for the poor and unprivileged. Our hospital was one of her initiatives. She started a new school. She helped bring two factories to the town and created employment. She became a sweetheart, a naked angel and people started looking at her beyond her nudity. Her father is her strongest supporter and he does not seem to mind at all that she is naked in front of everybody all the time. As far as mainstream media, her father has kept them away from her. She still appears in the local newspapers with black strips covering her private parts.”

This was beyond imagination for Neha. After a few drinks and some more chit chat, Rita left. Now that Neha knew a lot more about Jasmine, she ached for more. She kept replaying images of Jasmine in her mind. How her hair looked like waves and her boobs bounced so gently and her perfectly shaped ass swayed when she walked through hospital corridors answering everyone’s greetings. How she was so natural and perhaps even more confident than a woman in a business suit when surrounded by crowds at the hospital. Neha did not want to but needed to know more about Jasmine. She could hardly wait to see the Goddess again. She kept dreaming about Jasmine all night.

Next morning, Neha went for a quick morning jog in the park next to their bungalow community. She was probably halfway on the track when she saw Jasmine, running and heading towards her. She was not fully naked though. She siirt escort was wearing a black sports bra but no bottoms that day.

As they were face to face, Jasmine stopped and rested both her hands on hips. She was sweaty all over. A bang of her hair got loose and she flipped it.

Catching her breath Jasmine said, “Good morning, Doc. I didn’t see you on the track before. First time here?”

“Good Morning! Yep, my first time here, I thought I needed some workout,” Neha said.

“Oh come on Doc! You are in perfect shape. This was my last lap, I am going to cool down for a few minutes,” Jasmine said, pointing to the benches nearby.

They sat on the benches facing each other. Jasmine absentmindedly sat with her legs apart. She removed the band from her ponytail and shook her head side to side. Her pussy lips were parted giving Neha a full view of cleanly shaved pussy.

Jasmine immediately noticed Neha’s hesitance and crossed her legs. “Sorry Doc, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Neha replied, “I should be the one apologizing, ogling at your pussy!”

Jasmine started laughing, “If you don’t mind, then I don’t mind.”

Neha spoke next, “Jasmine, I will be honest. I think you are the greatest girl I have ever met. I couldn’t even imagine what kind of courage is needed to stay in nude in front of everyone and have them love you for something much greater. I could not dare strip in my roommate’s presence when I was staying at the hostel.”

Jasmine blushed. She did not hear this too often.

Jasmine said, “Thanks doc. That’s nice of you to say. I never feel the need to cover up. This seems like the most natural thing to do.”

A moment of silence passed. An elderly couple on their morning walk stopped near them for a quick chat. Later a group of four young guys, probably college students, jogged by and greeted her with, “Hey, Jasmine”.

Jasmine returned each greeting with a smile..

“By the way,” Jasmine said, breaking the silence between them, “Mom wanted to invite you for dinner over the weekend. Before you ask why, this is a small community and it is a tradition of my family to welcome new members.”

“That’s very nice of your family.”

“Does Saturday evening work for you? Hopefully Dad is discharged by then.”

“Yeah, it works,” Neha said. Then in a teasing tone she asked, “Jasmine, what’s with the bra today?”

Jasmine laughed, “I know, right! I am not always naked; I wear this at least for an hour each day.”

With that she pulled her bra over her head. She said goodbye to Neha and started walking towards the park exit. Neha did not even make an attempt to not stare at the perfect figure till she disappeared.

Over the course of the next few days, Neha ran into Jasmine a few times. Neha still could not get used to seeing Jasmine naked and each time her heart raced at her sight.

Finally it was Saturday, after a week that seemed to be very long. Jasmine had called Neha earlier that day to remind her about the dinner plan.

Neha didn’t have to worry too much about what to wear that evening. She knew that she wouldn’t be judged based on her attire. She chose a simple white blouse and a denim skirt.

When she arrived at the D’Souzas, she thought that it was a much bigger house than she had imagined. It was almost a mansion.

Jasmine’s mother answered the door and welcomed her warmly. Neha handed her a basket of fresh vegetables she picked up on her way. The house was filled with the aroma of rice cooking.

“So glad you could make it,” Jasmine’s mother said, letting her in. Pointing towards the large sitting area she said, “Please make yourself comfortable.” She called out for Jasmine.

Jasmine and a young woman about her own age descended down the stairs. As they reached down Jasmine did the introductions, “This is Beth, my best friend since I could remember. And Beth, this is Neha, new doctor at our hospital.”

Jasmine, as Neha expected and hoped for, was totally naked. Today she was not even wearing shoes, a hat or any other accessory. She did not seem to be fond of jewelry as well because she wasn’t wearing any. It made her appear more naked, if that was even possible. Beth was wearing worn out jeans and a yellow top. Neha remembered and silently agreed with what Beth’s mother had said about seeing them together like this was indeed a beautiful sight.

Jasmine gave Neha a house tour, Neha was hoping for it when she saw the house from outside. It was obvious that D’Souzas were a pretty wealthy family. Carefully picked furniture, antiques, plush carpets provided each room with an elegant look. There were several family pictures on the walls. Neha stopped and inquisitively looked at all of them. In most of the pictures Jasmine was completely naked. She made a mental note of asking Jasmine about these pictures at some other time. Neha liked all the pictures but one of them was immediately her favorite. In that picture, Jasmine was cooking something and was wearing a tiny apron without anything underneath. Only her right breast popped out because the apron sat unevenly on her shoulders. A bang of loose hair was hanging low. The picture was taken from behind her and she was half turned to pose. So the picture captured Jasmine’s full ass, her right breast and her innocent face with the most beautiful smile Neha had ever seen.

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We continue our story right after Ashley leaves the parking of the office building where she had accepted her new job. Elated with her new job she started thinking about her first in person encounter with her young neighbor earlier that day and how she got carried away and masturbated in her car at the parking lot.

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Only now when driving back home did it sink in what she had just done. She actually had fingered herself to a ginormous orgasm. It was a real good one Ashley mused, but as she pondered where she had done it the restrained thoughts kicked in. The rational voice inside was practically screaming at her “What on earth did you do?! Are you out of your mind?! In broad daylight at the parking lot of your new job?!”

Only to feel her body respond as the other sultry voice in her mind answered “Yes, right out in the open and I was almost caught as well. Do you think those men that walked by really didn’t see me? I think they did and I know what it will make them do, if they haven’t already.”

Ashley’s thoughts kept on going back and forth. One side of her being the neat successful businesswoman always composed and in control now but now once more embarrassed and ashamed of her recent impermissible behavior. Only to be immediately drowned out by her other part, the dangerous and oh so beguiling one. The one prone to so easily completely get lost in a moment and give in to the primal inner urge of her body.

Both of them fought their battle inside of her as she had to stop her car at a stop sign. While she was waiting for the light to almost symbolically turn green Ashley could feel the sultry part of herself win the battle again. It had been a fantastic orgasm but it had also been hurried and quick and her body was telling her it needed more.

Still waiting for the light to turn green she suddenly had that strange but familiar feeling of being watched. Her instincts proved correct, as she turned her head and looked next to her there was another car waiting for the green light. A handsome young latino guy was looking straight at her. His lips formed a devious grin as his dark eyes met hers. Face turning red her decent voice went bonkers “Oh my, can he somehow tell from my face what I have done and how wet I still am?” To be replaced with the other one going “Do it, lick your lip, open them let him see your tongue and wink at him. I know you want to!!” the thought alone made her grind her lower body into her car seat.

She knew her head must have been as red as the light that now turned green and she slowly drove away. The boring one gave a sigh of relief, proud she had stayed in control. The other one shivered and pressed her pussy into the seat considering making a U-turn and going after that car.

The battle continued the drive back home but the closer she got to her place the more obvious it became which voice was winning this particular battle. Hurriedly she parked her car and almost ran to her front door. Once inside her bag and keys were tossed aside on the small desk in the hallway and with two swift kicks her heels left her feet.

Barefooted she ran up the stairs as the needy one was yelling out for help “Please I need it, help me, touch me, make me feel good.” As she reached her bedroom she unceremoniously tossed herself on the bed, dropping on her back. A cushion was placed against the headrest so she could sit up slightly and looking down she noticed how her hard nipples showed in the thin silk blouse.

Her left hand cupped her right breast pushing it up a bit and as she let two fingers of her right hand slide softly over the tip of a nipple she moaned out loud “Yes, this is what I need, more!” Taking the hard nipple between the thumb and index finger to give it a gentle squeeze. Another groan escaped and her left hand started to move. The nipple was caressed and squeezed over the soft silky blouse with her right hand and the other one went further down.

Sliding down the smooth fabric of the silk blouse over her belly to go even lower and find the source of her desire. The little spot that was causing her to behave like this, unable to resist. The elastic band of her dark blue skirt did not resist much either as her left hand reached it. One more pinch on her nipple and she made her hand slip inside her skirt.

The humidity she encountered inside her skirt was as high as her lust. She had already soaked her panties at the parking lot and her current arousal sure was adding to it. Trying to make this play last longer she refrained from going straight inside her panties and for her clit. Instead, she slowly started tracing her fingers around the wet spot in her panties. She kept on circling them around the source of her heat and used her right hand to lose her blouse and not long after her skirt as well.

In doing so get better access and view between her legs. Fingers of both hands now on opposite sides selçuklu escort tracing the outlines of the wet patch. Looking down between her firm small breasts her hard pointy nipples made her think of her neighbor. This morning she had not seen his hard cock naked as it had been hidden inside his jeans. But it had been obvious he had been hard as he was “helping her.”

That image was the signal her left hand had been waiting for and two fingers went straight for the middle of the wet spot. Ashley pressed the wet spot at the bottom of her pussy and even over her panties she could feel how her lips opened up to the pressure. The touch of the wet fabric pushing against her yearning cunt made her shiver, wanting more and her right hand went for mutiny. It no longer listened to her mind wanting to prolong, it slipped underneath the thin panties and dove directly for the source of all that is good. A groan came from deep within as her index finger landed at the top of her wet slit. That small knobby part standing out just a bit between her lips again reminded her of an erect penis.

Her left hand ruined her panties as it ripped them down her legs and her right index finger went for her clit. Pressing the tip of her finger on her itching clit she started to make very small but rapid flicking sideway movements. Swiping left to right and back almost as if undecided on a tinder account. Her left hand freed up now decidedly joined the mutiny as it reached down looking for an entrance to that wet treasure cave. As three fingers found the entrance and made their way in, the image of her neighbors hard cock popped up again. Groaning out loud Ashley moaned “Oh my god I need a cock to fuck me. A long girthy one to fill me up and pound me silly.”

She pulls the thrusting fingers from her cunt, licks them to taste her pussy juice and reached for her favorite surrogate. Still fingering her clit she placed the dildo on her lips and started rubbing it over them. Her mind flashed back to the big bulge in his jeans. But now she is on her knees in front of him and reaching for his zipper. As he unbuttons and she pulls down the zipper his cock pops out like a spring. He was dressed commando and his big red mushroom in front of her eyes was inviting her lips and tongue for a taste.

At the moment that in her mind she slipped her lips over that big head, the dildo entered her soaking cunt with ease. Her left hand started pumping it deeply inside as she was sucking the imaginary cock of her neighbor.

The movement of all three actions aligned, the fingering of her clit, the dildo sliding in and out sopping pussy and her mouth slobbering over his cock. Out of nowhere the volcano erupted. Her legs stiffened and her pussy pulled tight over the dildo as her mind convinced her she could feel and taste how he starts to shoot cum in her mouth. Her back arched, toes curled, hips thrusting against that finger on her clit she orgasmed “Aaaaarch..hhhnnng yyyy fillllll me yes nmnghhg”

Groaning hard and gasping for breath she collapses as the orgasm waves for several minutes took her to the other world, the world of unworried unprejudiced unjudged blissful satisfaction.

Half an hour later her inner sanity girl with her thoughts of shame and remorse was back in full force “You slut, you really need to get a hold of yourself. This can’t go on.”

The intense satisfied freed feeling was replaced with doubts again and left Ashley torn internally.

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Pete had called his wife Sarah earlier that morning and told her how he had made ‘first contact’ with their neighbor. She got all giddy and asked, “Do you think it is time to try our plan or is it too soon?”

Pete answered “Baby, by the look on her face she is ripe and ready for it. I am sure she will not be able to resist her curiosity and show up.”

Sarah laughed and said “I will drop the note at her place before I leave for work. Damn, I am going to be so horny all day. But remember no matter how much we want to, no quick solo relief at a toilet today!” Pete agreed “I know, Honey. I will save all for my kinky bitch in heat. Love you to pieces and I might do so tonight, gotta split, work duty calls.”

When she left for work Sarah walked to her car and stopped. She looked across the street at her neighbor’s place suddenly feeling nervous. Her mind reassured her “Nobody’s home, Pete watched her leave, let’s go.”

The nerves were replaced with excitement as she walked across the street. Trying to be as casual as she could manage she walked up to their neighbor’s front door. When at the door, heart pounding, she glances back over her shoulder making sure nobody’s watching from the street. When she is sure nobody is she reached into her pocket and with trembling hands pulled it out. She almost bailed out last second but her excitement took over. On shaky legs with a strange feeling in her serdivan escort tummy, she bends down and shoved it through the small opening under the door. As the last bit disappeared under the door Sarah’s body shivered “No way back now!”

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Still feeling annoyed with herself for being so indecisive and out of control with her actions Ashley had taken a long shower. She knew it would help to see her best friend at lunch as they had already agreed to meet to celebrate the outcome of her job interview, whatever the result would be.

Just thinking about Sophie already made her feel better. Ashley smiled as her mind drifted back to the day when they ended up making love. Never before had she been with a woman and this happened out of nowhere. They both got horny watching her neighbors have sex and that lead to her first kiss with a woman. It had felt so natural that it had been with her best girlfriend and it ended up with them driving each other to a wild orgasm. In those first few moments, it had been raw instinct driven sex between them.

Later that day when they had decided Sophie would stay the night the intensity changed and it turned into them making slow and passionate love. That first session had been wild and quick, driven by urgency. But later on they took their time. In long paced sessions they discovered and learned to enjoy every part of each other’s bodies. Where the initial orgasm had been explosive and animalistic those that followed later that day had been long gentle deep and soothing.

Asley smiled as she remembered finding herself in her own bed wrapped in Sophie’s arms the next morning which quickly turned into another long lovemaking. That day they extensively talked about what had happened between them. They were both glad it had happened, even if for both of them it was totally unexpected. Their conclusion was that somehow it was meant to happen but that they would not push or rush and try to look for more. It happened, it had been pure bliss. Perhaps it would happen again or perhaps it would never again, whatever the future would bring was fine with them. As they kissed goodbye later that day they knew the bond of their friendship had only deepened.

She walked down the stairs to look for the heels she had so hurriedly kicked off her feet when getting home. One had landed right at the bottom of the stairs and as she picked it up she spotted the other one, which had ended in front of the door. As she stepped over to get it she noticed something white beside the shoe. Wondering if it had been there when she got home but she had missed she bent down to pick it up. A small envelope, nothing written on this side and as she flipped it over the back was also empty. The envelope’s sleeve was not closed and as Ashley opened it wider she could see there seemed to be a small folded note inside. Being quite intrigued by now she pulled it out and unfolds it.

The note itself was almost as blank as the envelope, all it said was “0900pm.”

Holding the note in slightly trembling hands Ashley walked into her living room, and dropped down on her sofa as she could not stop staring at the note. It did not take a genius to figure out it was from him, her or them. They had been at her doorstep and shoved a note under it, the message obviously meant for her. But what on earth did it mean? Her brains went into overdrive going through all kinds of scenarios as did her emotions.

Would they be out in the open again at nine and was this an open invitation for her to watch? Her inside immediately twitched at the mere thought of seeing them.

What if it is the other way around and this is them saying they want to watch me? Do they expect me to expose myself at nine in front of my window for them to see? Could I? A burning tingling sensation starting down below was telling Ashley she might.

Or was there more? What if they want to discuss in person what had happened and they turn up at her doorstep and ring my doorbell at nine? Should I let them in? How could I face them and look them in the eye with the things I have done, am I even up for such a talk? This made Ashley feel hot flushes.

What if it was only him? Did he figure out after looking me in the eye this morning that he somehow wants more and he feels he has some leverage over me? Will he threaten to expose me to make me do things?! Would I let him, or would I stop him if I somehow could? Do I want him to? A shiver went down her spine to end up as a warm rush between her legs.

What if he expects me to stand in front of my window at nine? What if he wants to watch me play with myself again? Last time it was only an accident, but could I make myself do so knowing he will be there? Or was last time not an accident at all but did it stem from an unconscious desire and do I need this?

Or was it her? She has watched me make out with Sophie şerifali escort and she seemed to have liked it. What if she also likes women and she now somehow wants me? Would I let her? Could it be every bit as good as it was with Sophie? The heat between her legs increased, could it even be better with that pretty young woman?

Sophie?!?! As she thought of her friend, she suddenly breaks free from the milling thoughts running circles in her head. I need to tell Sophie and Ashley remembers that she is to meet her friend in an hour or so for lunch. She took the note, folded it and put it back in the envelope to place it in her bag. Yes, I need to tell Sophie, she will know what to do!

It turned out she was wrong, Sophie didn’t, not really. They met up at the quiet lunchroom near her new workplace, convenient for Sophie to pop out for lunch. As soon as they took a seat and Sophie looked at Ashley’s face she knew something was up. She placed a hand over Ashley’s and worriedly whispered “Something’s wrong, you did not get the job?” Ashley quickly squeezed her friend’s hand, managed to smile and say “That’s not it at all, I have the job!” before she relates to her friend this morning’s events. She left out nothing, her car trouble and meeting ‘the stud’, her actions at the parking lot after the job interview and later at home, and as the ‘pièce de résistance’ she pulled out and showed Sophie the note.

For once Sophie stayed quiet and listened to Ashley without interrupting her once. But she did squeeze Ashely’s hand more than once while listening. When Ashley ended her plea with “So girl, what do you think about this all?” the first response she got from Sophie was not what she hoped for but should have expected.

Sophie frowned at her and whispered “You are so mean! You know I still have to go back to the office after lunch, right? How am I supposed to make it through work this afternoon with these images and thoughts in my mind? If I am not careful at the office I might start to leave a slimy trail behind me like a slug. Why is it suddenly you now attracting the fun people?”

Only to giggle as she looked at Ashley and said “Oh honey, I don’t know, you are right that could mean anything. But you know where I will be around nine tonight, over at your place!! Whatever might happen I can tell you can use some backup.”

Sophie was grinning “If it turns out to only be an invitation for another show you know I will be more than happy to watch it with you.” and Ashley almost jumped as she felt something move under the table against the inside of her leg. Sophie gazed at her, wetted her lips with the tip of her tongue, and Ashley realized it was her friend’s foot touching her leg. She must have slipped out of one of her shoes as Ashley could feel the soft warm skin of the foot against her shin.

As Sophie spoke “If it was him and he turns up at your doorstep we will have to improvise. Depending on what he is up to and what you decide to do with it I might leave the two of you alone to have fun.” and she moved her foot up higher along Ashley’s leg.

“If it is the girl I think I will need to stay whatever she wants. If she is up for a play you know you’d have a hard time making me leave.” licking her lips Sophie pushes her foot further between Ashley’s upper legs now under her skirt.

Ashley voluntarily widened her legs a bit and slouched down in the chair so she could arch her pelvis forward, anticipating the touch of her friend’s foot reaching the spot that had started to tingle. The moment the ball of Sophie’s foot made contact with her panties Ashley was startled by a voice right next to her “Hello ladies, is everything to your satisfaction? Would you like another drink perhaps?”

Sophie must have seen that the waitress was coming over but made no effort to retreat her foot. She smiled at the girl and said “Very satisfactory indeed, and we would like two espressos as we need something stronger” and pressed the ball of her foot against her friend’s panties to which Ashley almost moaned out loud.

As the waitress turned and walked away Ashley sat up straight and hissed “Are you out of your mind? I almost came all over your foot with her standing there. What if she had noticed? Who is the mean one here now?”

Sophie laughed out loud and pulled her leg back “Oh come on girl, we only live once. You must learn to embrace your own excitement a little more. You just now told me you liked it, no sense in denying it. Not letting you cum is payback for making me go back to work at the office all wet and horny.” Ashley had to recognize the logic of her friend.

Feeling encouraged by her friend she daringly smiled coyly at the waitress as she brought their order, wondering if the girl had noticed what had been going on below the table. The single word “enjoy.” she spoke as she smiled back and walked away may have been a clue she did notice. In her mind Ashley decided she must have seen something and admitted to herself that she did not mind. Enjoying the espresso they quickly agreed at what time Sophie would come over and join Ashley at her place. Sophie insisted she could make it around seven, just to make sure she would be around for support should anything happen before nine.

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“Wake up, sleepy-head!” Aunt Jennifer said, while pulling the bedsheet from my bed, fully exposing my morning wood. Over the last couple of days I had gotten used to being this exposed to her. Nevertheless, it was feeding my horniness to have her look at my hard-on. “Get dressed; Judy will be here in half an hour. We’re going shopping!”

“Judy?”

“Judy is my neighbors’ daughter. You’ll like her. She’s about your age I guess.”

“Does she know about our… arrangement? I mean, the rules?” I asked

“Well, she hasn’t heard it from me. Although I don’t think she’s the type to be offended.”

After breakfast Judy arrived and was introduced to me. I stuck out my hand to greet her but she ignored that by grabbing my shoulders and kissing me on the cheek. Judy was a vibrant and attractive girl with high energy and a happy-go-lucky demeanor. I liked her immediately.

We got into Aunt Jennifer’s car and drove to the shopping center, about a 30 minute drive. I volunteered to drive, because I suspected that the ladies would like to plan their shopping spree. It turned out I was right; they were enthusiastically discussing the different stores, the outfits they needed, for sale items… Very stereotypical, but I did not mind. I was happy to tag along and secretly hoped to sneak a peek or two in the fitting rooms.

Judy tried on a short skirt. When she showed it to us, I did not dare to mention the fact that her underwear was peeing out on top. Aunt Jennifer was not so inhibited; “Stripes and dots don’t match, dear!” Judy laughed and adjusted the waistband.

Both Judy and Aunt Jennifer were apparently looking for new bikinis and had collected a stack which they handed to me to hold while changing. This was almost too enjoyable for me: two beautiful women were taking turns showing sexy poses and walks that would not look out of place on the catwalk. Aunt Jennifer seemed to use her slightly more rounded features to compete with Judy’s younger and very fit body, walking with swinging hips and even squeezing her breasts together.

“You need one with a bigger bottom, or we need to shop for razors too!” said Judy, taking revenge for Aunt Jennifer’s tease earlier and she pointed to the tuft of pubic hair sticking out of the top of her bikini bottom. I had seen this before on her over the last few days, and found it sexy on her. I found myself staring and it was clearly too obvious: both ladies were looking at me and laughed. “Little perv.” whispered Judy with a smile.

“Don’t you need something?” Aunt Jennifer asked me.

“No, I’m not really into wearing bikinis.” I answered jokingly, and also remembered that I was supposed to be naked around the pool, so swimwear was not needed.

Judy tried on a summer dress and showed it to us, slowly turning around to show it from all sides. We both confirmed it looked very good on her. Aunt Jennifer walked away for a moment to hang back some of the clothes they tried on. Judy started to walk back to the changing room, and made a fast twirl which swung up the dress showing me that she was not wearing underwear! She quickly threw a smile at me, before disappearing behind the curtain.

We had some lunch together and with several bags of shopping şarköy escort under their arms we went back to the car. I was about to drive the same route back when Aunt Jennifer stopped me: “we’re not going home yet, way too early. Go left here.”

Following her directions, I finally pulled up at a parking lot for a beach. We got out and Aunt Jennifer handed me some bags to carry from the back of the car. “The beach?” I asked, “I did not bring any swimwear!” I protested as we walked to the beach.

“That’s on you, I even asked if you needed anything, and you said no!”

“Don’t worry, we’ll walk a little farther; there’s a clothing-optional section there” Judy offered. We walked on.

She was right, there was a nice, and more or less secluded cove. At the edge there were some trees that provided shade. We picked a spot near the edge and settled. Aunt Jennifer and Judy were changing into their new bikinis under a large beach towel and I stripped down to my boxer shorts. “That has to come off too!” Aunt Jennifer instructed me.

“But the two of you are wearing swimwear!” I protested.

“Yes, swimwear, but you did not bring any, did you, now go on, take it off.” I looked around and saw that there weren’t a lot of people at the beach. Nearest to us, about ten yards away, a young woman in a bikini was reading a book. A bit farther, a nude couple who I guess were in their thirties were eating some fruit. There were also a few people going for a swim. Nobody was paying attention to us. I also realized that Judy had just flashed her pussy at me in the clothing store. That put my mind a little more at ease and I pulled down my boxers, stepped out of them and laid down on my towel.

After lying in the sun for a while, I felt the need to pee, so I stood up and excused myself: “I have to take a leak.” and started to make my way to the trees to find a place to relieve myself.

“It’s so cool that guys can pee standing up, I’m so jealous!” Judy remarked while jumping up from her towel. “Wait, can I… I mean I want to know what it’s like to aim. Can I hold it?” She looked at me with begging eyes and jumping up and down enthusiastically. There was no way I could deny her.

With Judy in my footsteps I picked a tree that gave some cover from people that might see us from the beach and took position. “No, this way.” Judy corrected me by grabbing my shoulders and turning me away from the tree so that I was facing the sand. One arm still on my shoulder, she grabbed my penis in her other hand, pressing her boobs into my back. “Go ahead.”

I started to pee and Judy let out an enthusiastic “Yeah!” It took her a few seconds to get the hang of aiming the stream. Then she got creative and wrote her name in the sand in cursive letters. It was an odd experience to pee hands-free. Coincidentally I was finished when Judy ended writing the final letter of her name.

“How do you get the last drops out?” She asked. “Do I just shake it?”

“Then those drops will fly everywhere. I sort of milk them out. With my fingers I squeeze from the base to the end”.

I wanted to show her but she stoppen me: “No, let me.” she said, making the milking motion. I corrected her motion and told her sefaköy escort to start farther back. Suddenly I heard voices coming from deeper among the trees.

“Ssst.” With my finger in front of my lips, I motioned Judy to be quiet and pointed to the source of the sound; the nude couple that we saw on the beach had made their way to the trees. They did not seem to have noticed us because they were locked in an embrace. The woman pushed softly away from the man and slowly lowered herself on her knees, revealing that she had been holding the man’s erect cock in her hands. She proceeded to put his cock in her mouth. I looked at Judy who was fully focussed on the scene unfolding in front of my eyes. In the meantime she was still making slow milking motions on my penis, which was now rapidly growing hard in her hand.

The blowjob that the woman was giving was a work of art. She went from tracing the entire shaft with her tongue to taking his full length in her mouth, alternating between jerking him off and adding her spit as lubricant. I was not the only one who was impressed by her performance: Judy moaned softly and licked her lips. She had changed her grip on my cock from just her fingers to a full hand grab. I sighed in response.

The man was clearly approaching a climax. He looked like he needed to steady his balance against a tree as he stretched his body standing on his toes pushing his cock deep into her throat. She took it out of her mouth and helped him over the edge with her hands. His first shot went over her head and she adjusted her aim and the next shots landed in and around her mouth. He continued to blast on her face and we saw his semen drip down her chin onto her tits.

Judy was still stroking my cock and I felt that my own orgasm was not too far away. I tapped Judy’s hand and I whispered: “I can’t cum yet.” She stopped stroking but did not let go.

“Why not?”

“I’m not allowed to cum: Aunt Jennifer has set some rules.”

“Not sure if I completely understand, but okay, I’ll play along. Let’s go back.”

I now had a bit of a problem: we were going back to the beach, but I was fully erect and if I walked back with my hands covering my hard cock, I would only attract undue attention. Judy seemed to understand: “Just walk close behind me. Noone will notice.” I did as she said, but when she grabbed my cock again behind her, I was not sure if it was as inconspicuous as she said.

Back at our beach spot, Aunt Jennifer quickly cracked a smile upon seeing my predicament. I lay down on my stomach and hoped my erection would subside. Judy lay down between Aunt Jennifer and me and whispered a few things that I could not hear. A few moments later, we saw the couple come out from the trees. His semen was still clearly visible on her face and her chest. They walked straight into the water, probably to rinse off.

“Turn around!” Judy suddenly told me.

“What?”

“Turn around, you want to get an even tan don’t you?” She said. Still in full state of arousal, I turned around and sat up, pulling up my knees to hide my state from the other beach guests. The young woman near us looked up for a moment, but continued to read her book. “No, not like that, şehzadeler escort you won’t get any sun like that. Stretch your legs.” I had just met Judy this morning, and now, only hours later, she was ordering me to expose my hard cock in public. It was both scary and exhilarating.

The woman with her book was no longer reading, but looking over the edge of her book in my direction. Her sunglasses hid her facial expression but it did not look like she was shocked. I’d say she was intrigued. “It looks like you have her attention.” Judy said. I broke my gaze to the woman and looked at Judy. “Jennifer explained the rules to me. Don’t worry, I won’t make you break them.”

Judy suddenly jumped up, picked up her phone and walked to the book-lady and talked to her. I could not hear what was being said but I saw Judy pointing in our direction.Book-lady appeared to agree as she stood up and followed Judy back to our spot, grabbing her own phone and sticking it in her bikini-bottoms.

“Get up, she is going to take our picture for us!”. Judy said, handing her phone to our photographer.

Aunt Jennifer and I got up and took a position where Book-lady instructed us to stand. I held my hands in front of me trying to hide my engorged state. I was standing in the middle, Aunt Jennifer to my left and Judy to my right. Book-lady took one picture and pointed at me. “Don’t be so shy. Put your arms around their shoulders!”

I slowly moved my hands away from my now semi-erect cock and tried to protest: “but…”

“Ah, I see. Perhaps the two ladies can give you some cover.”

They turned slightly towards me and each moved a hand in front of me, but instead of merely holding their hands there, Judy grabbed my shaft and Aunt Jennifer cupped my balls. Book-lady took another picture. Judy gave me a light squeeze and moved her hand up and down, revealing more of my rapidly hardening cock to the camera. Click! “Hands up in the air!” I lifted my arms up, and so did the ladies, letting go of my cock, which was now pointing straight up. Click! Click! “Yeah, there’s bound to be a good one among them.” She said,

We broke from our pose and Judy walked to get her phone back. Book-lady took her own phone from her bikini bottom and quickly took a selfie with me as background. “Not like that!” Judy said “Go ahead, stand a little closer!” She guided Book-lady right in front of me and pushed down on her shoulders to get her on her knees. Click! another selfie, with my cock next to her face.

Book-lady grew a little bolder and used her free hand to hold my cock, now lightly oozing pre-cum. while she took two more selfies.

“That’s enough for now!” Judy interrupted when she saw the glistening on my cock. “We don’t want you to break the rules now, do we?”

Clearly not understanding what rules Judy was talking about, Book-lady stood up, holding on to my cock for balance before letting go. “Thank you.” she said to me and walked back to her own spot on the beach. I noticed her swiping on her phone, probably looking at the photos she had just taken.

Aunt Jennifer walked to the water to cool down, and I followed close behind her, in an attempt to obscure my erection. There were not many people on the beach, but among those that were there, I saw a few do a double take and smile at my state.

The water was cold enough, and we stayed in long enough, to let my hard-on subside. Not too long after getting out and air drying on the beach, we called it a day and left for home.

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Chapter 2 – Saturday Night Stop at Spanky’s

~ Introduction: This series is based on my best friend who is no longer with us. This is the continued story of Gina reverting to her high school and college days of being quite uninhabited. A little more about Gina, a wife of 22 years, who is in her mid 40’s and blessed, she could easily pass for a mid 20 year old, weekly trips to the gym keeps her body looking younger than she is, she stands about 4′ 10 in height. She has sparkling blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that falls between her neck and bra strap. She does the all over tan, laying out topless or naked in the back yard sunning her heavy but firm “D” boobs, they have a slight natural sag to them. Some of the stories I will tell are based on actual events and memories that took place throughout our years together, I hope you enjoy these stories, as much as I do telling you about her. If you haven’t already, you need to read Chapter 1 to see how this all started. ~

After her ride to the wine store with one of her college jocks next doors, Gina had become an attention hound and I was enjoying it, watching her wearing much less clothing and much more revealing outfits.

Well Saturday night came around and they were heading to Spanky’s for a drink before their dinner date downtown. She looked killer in her white tube dress she dug out of the back of her closet. Another of his favorites, because she never wore anything under it, tonight being no different, not liking the lines her lingerie always made.

The dress molds to her body showing off her ass and pushes up her boobs, white thigh highs with lace tops and five-inch white heels, still leaving her several inches shorter than her husband.

It was a bit early already; John could not get reservations until 9:15, so they had a little time to kill. Opening the car door for her he just watched knowing there was nothing under the dress and it always has a bad habit of riding up her thighs because it was so tight on her.

Getting into the car, she managed to be a little lady like, but John still got a nice flash as she spread her legs to get in and sit down. Her thigh-highs ended about three inches below the bottom of the dress, so they covered most of her short sexy legs.

On the drive over, he had his hand on her thigh above her lace tops, pushing the dress higher brushing her bare lips with his pinky finger driving her crazy. When they got to the bar, they had to park a few blocks away and walk down. John did not mind because he knew he would get to show her off to the college crowd in the downtown bar area. Her boobs jiggling a bit with each step, unsupported by the thin almost sheer dress, as her hard nipples made a visible impression.

Ever few steps she had to pull the back of the dress down to keep her ass covered, just as her lace tops started to show. “You need to stop that,” he laughed at her.

The closer they got, the louder the band got until they were inside the packed college bar. It did not take long for her cougar cubs to see her and motion her over to their table in the bar, John was guessing, a few of their girlfriends were with them as well.

All the guys were giving her hugs, not sure if she even knew them all, could have been guys who had ogled her at the frat house, but who would pass up a chance to hug the hottest women in the place.

John don’t know who, but someone handed her a shot of something, and she downed it without asking what it was, he was a little concerning with this college crowd but he wasn’t drinking so he let it slide. Next to him, he heard one of the guys telling another “I don’t see any panty lines either.”

It’s not long and two of the guys are dragging her to the small dance floor, these two John didn’t know as well, so he keep an eye on her as they sandwich her between them. She is laughing and having a good time, so he just enjoyed the show. As she danced, her dress started to ride up showing off her thigh-high tops before she would tug it back down. John also could see the guys in the bar were all watching her as well. He was sure they were all aware of her ride with Kevin in his Jeep.

Each time she raises her arms up while dancing it pulled the dress shorter and more of her boobs out the top just a bit, but she was quick to place things back in their proper place. After two songs, they return and Gina was handed another shot, something pink in a double shot glass. These guys are acting like her husband is not even there with her, and she is eating up the attention from these young athletes.

It was not long, she and the other girls had done a few more shots of whatever, who knows! Gina was smiling, laughing and having a good time with the college crowd not paying any attention to the time any longer. John was just enjoying her being the center of attention, just as she used to be in their own college days, but now by such a younger crowd.

She was off to the dance floor this time with three other girls. But this time not paying as much attention sancaktepe escort to her dress as he watched her hem slowly expose the tops of her thigh highs again, then a hint of bare tanned thighs, as it continued to creep up unattended.

John checked his phone and realized they needed to get going, but he was enjoying the show as much as these college kids were. John kept watching her dress, thinking the people on the other side are probably getting a peek of ass cheeks about now.

The song ends and the girls head back to the bar, Gina giving her dress a little tug down, but not all the way like it should have been. John can tell she must be a bit buzzed, hot and excited, as her nipples are poking out hard against the thin dress material, with a good bit of her cleavage pushed up and showing from the top of the dress.

As soon as the girls walked up, they were all treated to another round of shots. Gina now has that ‘I’m fucked up’ smile on her face.’ Moreover, John knows they aren’t headed to dinner tonight. He wraps his arms around her, ask if she is having a good time, she just smiles, and says, “Let’s go dance!”

As soon as they get out there, she turns around backing her ass into his crotch, grinding into him. As much as he enjoys showing her off, he is thinking this is the wrong thing to do right now, as he places his hands on her hips as she continues to grind into him.

She slaps his face with her long dirty blonde hair a few times then looks over her shoulder allowing him to get a kiss from her, she responds by pushing back harder with her ass. John slides his hands down her hips to her thighs feeling her thigh-high tops and a good two fingers width or more of bare skin, knowing it is getting dangerously short.

He uses his right hand in the small of her back to get her to bend forward as she is grinding, as she does, he can feel more skin being exposed, soon he can see her bare ass cheeks peeking out in front of him as the dress keeps rising as she pushes back grinding her partly bare ass into him.

John can hear the cheers, but it is like a dream as he continues watching her ass wiggle and move up and down, forcing her dress higher. He knows he should stop her but damn she has a nice ass and he loves showing it off. She keeps it up until he sees the top of her ass crack showing and then stands up and tugs the dress down a bit, half covering her ass as she turns around to kiss him.

“You fucking love that shit don’t you?” she says breathing heavy, as they play with each other’s tongues as they kiss. He just moans in response as she steps back and grabs his beltline and slowly backs up to bend forward again, her ass to the bar this time. He just watches her as she spreads her feet and slowly bends over more wiggling her ass towards the bar. She stands back up, kissing him again not adjusting her dress.

“You want them to see more?” she manages to get out through the liquor tasting kisses.

Wanting to grope her so bad as he slides his hands up the sides of her dress to the outsides of her covered boobs, he tells her “Spread those sexy legs and bend all you want baby!”

She takes another step bank and moves her feet apart and bends over slowly again dancing and wiggling her ass for all the college kids watching her and cheering to encourage her to show even more. It has been many years since she has been this unrestrained, as John sees the bottom edge of her dress coming up over her now bare ass. He can hear and see the people pointing, cheering and a few snapping pictures with phones as they watch her from behind.

She finally stands back up giving her dress another halfhearted tug down back over her ass, “I need a drink!” and leads him from the dance floor back to her fan club.

John following her, she almost has her ass covered by the dress, it is at an angle across her ass, so he knows the front is probably just as uncovered. When they get to the bar, she turns and kisses him again, whispers to him “That was fucking awesome, I am getting so turned on! Now order me a drink please.”

He steps to the bar, looking back to see her ass still half uncovered as her fans chat her up. As soon as he gets her the drink, she turns toward him and he can see the front of her dress is at a similar angle as the back, high on one thigh to almost her lower hip on the other, her bare pussy lips a bit exposed.

The guys just look at her then at him, John just tells them “Enjoy the view!”

Two of the girls she was dancing with earlier grab her hand leading her back out to dance as she is trying to down her drink, the group watches as her partially bare ass wiggles away from them becoming even more exposed.

The three of them are dancing when the taller brunette starts grinding into Gina’s body with hers as they face each other. She must have been 6′ 2′ plus in her heels, towering over Gina.

She is wearing tight white cut off shorts, a cropped very loose-fitting blue tank top covering firm small sandıklı escort tits, and cowboy boots. John had noticed her earlier due to her exposed side boobs, and nipples poking through the thin top.

Just as impressive in her own right, the dark tanned Hispanic girl behind her, I think I heard someone call her Penny, had huge, I’m guessing at least “DD” tits. A white and blue plaid shirt tied closed and loose-fitting jean shorts. So loose on her apple bottom ass and hips you can see she is wearing a pink G-string under them. Not sure about a bra, but there is a bit of sway when she walks and dances.

John went to get himself a Pepsi, you know designated driver and all that, he hears a cheer and turns to see the brunette and Gina lip locked on the dance floor, with one of the girl’s hands on his wife’s bare ass, the other over her shoulder behind her neck. He is a bit taken aback, he had never seen her do this before, and it was extremely exciting to just watch them, Gina being twice the girl’s age.

Gina appeared to be enjoying it as John watched her hands slide well up the girls back under her cropped tank top, bring the top a bit higher in the front, but not high enough.

The other girl is grinding her crotch into the brunette’s hand that is on his wife’s ass, as her hand was sliding up and down John’s wife’s sides to her partially exposed side boobs.

The music was loud and thumping through their bodies as the three of them grind together putting on a show. Gina’s dress is pretty much to her waist now, and those thigh highs just increase her level of sexiness. The two college girls grope her ass, and it looks like the girl behind her is feeling her boobs as well, the crowd, mostly guys, has blocked John’s view now.

After a few songs the girls exit the dance floor and return to the table with the guys. Gina is tugging her dress back down, managing this time to cover her ass.

Gina comes straight to John, wrapping her arms around him. “Holy Shit Baby! Did you see us, those two had me almost naked out there!”

“No baby, sorry I missed it, what happened?” Grinning at her, having seen most of what happened.

“That Terry girl started kissing me, I melted, and then she pulled my dress up in back and grabbed my ass!” She takes his Pepsi and drinks most of it.

John is thinking yeah, ‘Your ass was already half exposed.’

Then asks, “Oh wow, and?”

“That Penny girl, the one with the big tits, she started feeling my boobs, pulled my top down and was pinching my nipples out there!”

John can feel his cock getting hard as she is describing the scene to him. “Maybe you should get them back out there and do the same to her; she does have some huge tits!” Thinking he wouldn’t mind getting a peek at that young lady’s breasts!

Gina asks him to get her another drink, while she adjusts her dress a little more over her ass, the top much lower at the top exposing her firm mounds almost to her nipples, one of the guys handing her another shot that she turns up. “You know we have missed our dinner reservation.”

She smiles, “Do I look like I care?” John heads to the bar for her.

He can see the two girls she was dancing with, Penny and Terry, and the third petite blonde from earlier chatting together with a few of the guys also looking towards Gina. He is wondering if these college kids are up to some thing or just wishing.

He returns to the table with the drinks. A few of the guys are chatting with them, telling John how sexy his wife is, asking how old she is, wanting to know how she stays in such great shape, suggesting we come back for wet t-shirt night. John is thinking, ‘They are just hoping to see more of her body, can’t blame them.’ Gina is just soaking up the comments and attention, giggling.

He asks them if Penny ever competes in the contests. They all laugh, “Oh yeah, she usually wins!” It piqued his interest in getting Gina to enter just so he can watch her show off alongside Penny.

He asks Gina, “What you think baby, think you would want to do that?”

She just laughs telling them “I’m too old for that kinda stuff, who would want to see and old lady like me in a wet t-shirt?” To which the guys all disagree with her, telling her they have seen plenty already and she rocks. One guy, a bit drunk, telling her he would love to see her naked. She just smiles and laughs along with John.

John grins telling them, “She does have nice tits! And her ass is killer!”

“Yeah we saw that ass, I beat you love her not wearing panties, right?” Another guy asks.

He acts surprised, “Baby, you’re not wearing panties tonight?”

She just giggles, “This dress and hose are all I have on,” teasing the guys drooling over her.

One of the guys asks John if he could dance with his wife, before he can answer she takes the guys hand leading him to the crowded dance floor. He is a good foot and a half taller than she is as he places his hands on her shoulders to dance. John tries to keep an saray escort eye on her, but she is slowly moved deeper into the crowd, his back to the bar now hiding her.

Dancing John catches brief views of her dress well up her hips judging by the amount of bare skin between the dress and the thigh-high tops. When they turn, he slips in behind her, Gina reaching back to pull him in tighter, it appears the top of the dress is lower, just as Penny had done earlier. The two of them grinding through only one song and into a second when John sees Gina coming off the dance floor smiling, pulling her dress back up over her boobs.

“Baby, all these kids keep trying to strip me out there!” She tells him trying to catch her breath laughing.

He laughs at her, “You seem to be enjoying it aren’t you?”

She just smiles sipping her drink cutting her eyes up at them in an evil look.

He pulls her close to him in the middle of the all the people, feeling her big boobs against his chest, then he reaches down grabbing a handful of the back of her dress above her ass. Smiling down at her, he begins to bunch it up in his grip dragging the back of her dress to just above her butt crack to expose her ass to them.

He whispers to her, “Don’t ask me why, it just seemed like the thing to do, I want to strip you as well you know,” then leans in to kiss her, running his hands over her round bare ass.

She gets several more comments; the guys begging John, asking him to keep going by several of the drunk college guys.

He tugs her dress back down, turning her back around in his arms holding her from behind when the little blonde comes over taking her hand, “Come on Gina, lets go dance some more!”

John thinks to himself ‘have to admit, she is a cutie as well,’ a little younger than the other two, her wristband tells him she is under 21. She is in a little backless teal sundress with a bit of a scoop to the front neckline and way down the back of her dress, not quite enough boobs to fill it out, but her ass makes up for it. Her long tan legs complemented by the contrast of the dress color.

John watches Gina’s ass wiggling again, proud to have her as his, knowing these college boys are drooling over her. As soon as they get out there, Penny and Terry join them. Penny comes up behind her, immediately reaches under her arms, and cups Gina’s boobs again over the dress. Gina reaches up to cover the girls’ hands with her own as Penny is trying to pull her dress top down. Her fan club sees them and starts to move around the edge of the dance floor again, John thinking, ‘These girls are on a mission.’

As much as he would love to see Gina naked in this bar, John decides he had better intervene not fully trusting this drunken crowd and the amount Gina has had to drink. He makes his way around the other side of the dance floor and through the crowd of college kids dancing and watching the girls trying to strip his wife. Gina is laughing but trying to hold her dress top up, but it is raised up to her waist exposing her ass and pussy to everyone again as they cheer the three college girls on, yelling out; ‘All the way’, ‘Strip her’, ‘Let’s see her tits!’

By the time he gets to her, the entire dress has been pushed up under her boobs as she holds on to the top of her dress still. The tall brunette, Terry, towering over Gina finally gets her to let go of the top of her dress bringing her arms straight up over her head, as Penny is pushing the dress up her arms, exposing her hot naked body to everyone.

“Ok girls that’s enough,” as he pushes his way between them, pulling Gina off the dance floor pulling her dress back down below her boobs where it is all bunched up. John has to take a second to arrange his bunched up hard cock in his slack, then dress his wife properly.

Gina laughs as they make their way towards the door, the dress for the most part in place. “Oh My God, those girls were trying to pull my dress off!”

John just smiles as they exit the bar, kissing her as he pushes her against the wall just outside. He can tell she is overly excited as she kisses him back, reaching down rubbing him through his slacks. “Why did you stop them? I was about to let them have it!” she says.

That just got him more excited, almost wanting to take her back inside, breaking the kiss and leading her back to the car. Only this time she is not tugging the dress down as they walk. Halfway there, he looks down to see the bottom of her ass cheeks showing. John thinking to himself, ‘This just seems even more erotic being outside on the street in public view.’

By the time they get the parking lot, half her ass is exposed. When they get to the car, he pushes her against her door and start kissing her again. He reaches down and starts working her dress up her body, not caring that they can be seen from the roadway.

She feels him starting to pull it up over her boobs and just raises her arms up allowing him to strip the dress off her. He tosses the dress on top of the car and reach for her boobs, taking a nipple into his mouth. Reaching down between her legs, she is extremely wet from the night of being exposed to and by the college kids. Slipping two fingers into her, she tells him, “If you’re not going to fuck me right here and now you better stop!”

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“It’s a shame you couldn’t make Dan’s party on Friday. Rachel made it an epic night!” Connie said, barely concealing a smirk.

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s just say she’s back on the dating scene. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Oh come on, you can’t leave it like that, what happened?”

“I guess Brett was having a bad day, because he said something to her, and the next thing you know, she pulled off her dress and threw it at him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that asshole shut up so fast.”

“You’re joking right?”

“I have proof right here.” Connie said, scrolling through the pictures on her phone.

Morgan and Claire looked at the images of their friend, naked except a pair of heels, yelling at her soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend.

“Wow! If I hadn’t seen it, I wouldn’t believe you.” Morgan said. “Nice tits, though.”

Rachel walked over to join them, pretending not to react to the gossiping happening between her friends.

“Hi everyone.”

Connie quickly took the phone back, but not before Rachel saw the picture on the screen.

Rachel leaned over and said “Oh, can I see those? I didn’t get much chance in the moment last night.”

Connie turned her head to an eyeful as Rachel’s loose dress fell away from her body, revealing an unbroken expanse of skin from her neckline to her toes. She blushed, and with a somewhat shamefaced smile, passed her phone to her friend.

Rachel sat down in an empty chair and began swiping through the photos. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement, as she remembered the events of the previous night.

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Her short relationship with Brett was now over. While he enjoyed showing her off, which she liked, he was more interested in shaming her, which she really didn’t. He’d practically begged her to wear the dress he’d picked out, something so skimpy that a bra was out of the question. What he hadn’t realized, is that she decided to surprise him by wearing nothing but the dress and some shoes. When he’d turned nasty in front of everyone at the party, she’d just had enough.

“Did you have to be such a worthless slut? That dress makes you look like a whore!” Brett said, a note of sneering contempt in his voice.

“Which is it, slut or whore? Either is preferable to your company. We’re done, you asshole.”

The look of anger on his face grew, and he retorted “Fine! I want everything back I’ve ever given you!”

“Well that doesn’t include any orgasms, so there’s that. Here, start with this. Let everyone see what you’re losing.” She pulled the dress over her head, and threw it in his face.

He went white with shock, as the crowd noticed and reacted to her proudly naked body. He glowered at her, took the dress, and stormed out, leaving her naked in the crowd.

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Connie had been in a good place to capture the scene, and she’d even recorded video.

“Can you send these to me?”

“Sure… I mean, you’re taking this awfully well…”

“We weren’t together that long, and while he was amusing at first, he really was an asshole.”

“Well, if there’s anything we can do…” Connie replied.

Morgan and Claire chimed in, expressing the same sentiment.

“Thanks all of you, I’ll let you know.”

“I still can’t believe you stayed at the party!”

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Rachel stood there, watching Brett storm off with her only item of clothing. Some would expect that she felt a twinge of regret, but in fact, this was a moment she’d fantasized about for a long time. She briefly thought about just calling a cab and escaping, but again, there was something exhilarating about the attention she was receiving. She could see phones flashing all around her, and knew it was already too late, and that this would be all over the internet by now.

She took her small clutch containing her keys, wallet, and phone, and walked to the bar, smiling and exuding a level of confidence she could just barely feel. She swayed her hips in an exaggerated motion, and was rewarded with some whistles and cheers behind her.

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“It was already too late at that point. Do you want to hear a confession?”

“Sure, what?”

“I enjoyed every second of it.”

“No way.” Morgan exclaimed.

“Absolutely. It was the most exciting thing I’ve ever done. Perhaps Brett was right, maybe I AM a slut.”

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Her voice was slightly shaky as she ordered a Manhattan, but the bartender was too busy grinning as he admired his naked customer to notice.

She smiled at the handsome guy standing at the bar, who smiled back.

“Can I offer you my jacket?” he said.

“Are you sure?”

“Not really, it would spoil the amazing view everyone is enjoying right now. It’s yours if you want it though.”

Her stomach gave a nervous twinge, and in a brief moment of insanity, she made up her mind.

“Thank you, but no, it’s quite warm in here.”

“It’s yours if you have a change of heart.”

“Thanks again, you’re a true gentleman.”

“I disagree on that, otherwise I wouldn’t be so happy you turned sakarya escort down my offer.”

She laughed.

“I’m Rachel.”

“Tim. An absolute pleasure to meet you.”

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“I’ve known you forever, you’re not a slut!” Claire said.

“Well, a hot guy offered me his jacket within two minutes, and I turned him down.”

“I would never have the guts to do what you did, and I watched the whole thing.” Connie said in a wistful tone.

“Why not? You’re a beautiful woman and one of the most confident people I know.” Rachel replied. “I’ll tell you what, I bet you could do something right now that would be almost as exciting. In fact, all of you should do it.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not getting naked in public! Claire said.

“How about you all start small? Three pairs of panties on the table would be a great start! I’m sure the server will get a thrill from it.”

“What about you? That doesn’t seem fair!” Morgan said.

“Not wearing any. No bra either. I’ll tell you what, if the three of you reach under your dresses, take off your panties, and place them in the middle of the table, I’ll prove it right here.”

The three women looked at each other, trying see how likely the others were to participate.

Morgan took a deep breath, lifted her butt from the chair, hooked a thumb on either side of her panties, and drew them down to her knees. With a nervous grin, she leaned down, and completely removed them. She twirled the black, lacy thong on her finger, and tossed them to the center of the table, where the small piece of fabric hung on the catsup bottle. “I want her to prove it.”

Connie laughed, “those barely count as panties!” and quickly followed suit, leaving Claire sitting there with a crestfallen look on her face. “I don’t know if I can. This is scaring the hell out of me.”

“I’m sure Morgan will help. Why don’t you get up and stand by her?” Connie said with a studied neutral expression on her face.

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Rachel thought back to her first experience being naked in public. Her college roommate, a pretty, mischievous blonde girl named Callie convinced her that nobody wore anything but towels to the communal showers.

“You don’t want to stand out as a prude do you?”

“No…”

The girl stripped down and wrapped a bath towel around her body. Reluctantly, because she was still self conscious about her body, she followed suit. She realized that her own towel seemed much smaller than her roommate’s and it barely reached below the curve of her buttocks. She tied it as low as she could, deciding some cleavage was preferable to her butt hanging out for everyone to see.

They both left the dorm room, heading to the far end of the floor where the showers were. Rachel clutched at the knot holding the towel to her body as if her life depended on it.

When they were done showering, Callie stood there, casually nude and drying her hair and appraising her shy roommate’s naked body.

“Hey, I have an idea.”

Oh no… Rachel thought.

“Let’s leave the towels here and streak back to the room!”

“Oh god no!”

“It’ll be fun, trust me!”

“No way.”

They left the shower room, and suddenly Callie yanked the towel from her body, while simultaneously pulling Rachel’s off of her. She began yelling and banging on doors as she ran down the hall toward their room. Doors began to open, and to Rachels horror, Callie reached their dorm, and slammed it shut behind her. Naked in the hallway, she heard the lock click shut, and the sound of laughter from within the room.

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Claire, smiled weakly, stood up and walked unsteadily to stand by Morgan’s chair.

“Morgan, why don’t you be a friend, and help Claire out?”

Morgan looked around, then looked up at Claire with a smile on her face. “Come a little closer, honey.”

Claire took a small step forward, and faced Morgan. She gave a little start when she felt fingers brushing her legs and moving under her sun dress. She moaned softly when she felt Morgan’s fingers hook into the waistband of her panties, and gasped out loud when she felt them slipping off her buttocks, and falling down to her knees.

“Hold on a second, Morgan.” Connie said. She took her phone, and took a picture of Claire and her half-removed undergarment.

Morgan continued until the panties were around Claire’s ankles, and directed her to lift each foot as she pulled them over her sandals. She dangled the little white thong on her finger. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Claire sat down, staring at her panties in Morgan’s hand and said “I guess not.”

“In fact, I’m impressed at your sexy little panties. I didn’t expect that. If you ever need help with that again, let me know…” Morgan replied in a soft voice.

“I think we need our proof now, Rachel.”

Rachel grinned, and stood up. “Don’t blame me if we get kicked out of here then.”

She leaned over, and grabbed the hem of her dress in both hands, and in a swift motion, lifted it until it was salihli escort above her firm 36C breasts.

Connie clapped and made a twirling gesture with her hand, so everyone could get the benefit of all sides. Rachel completed the turn and let the loose sun dress fall back down. The restaurant patio wasn’t very crowded, but she was sure she’d made an impression.

She gave a small curtsy, and sat back down.

“So, I want to get your dress off next.” Connie said with a smirk.

“Okay, but I’m going to need more from you all before I do something like that! I think your bras should join the pile.”

Morgan said “Not wearing one!” and pointed her fingers at her rock hard nipples poking through her tight grey dress.

“That waiter is going to have a really great tip!” Rachel said.

“Especially if we get you naked!” Connie said, while slipping her bra through the armhole of her camisole top. It soon joined the pile, and everyone looked expectantly at Claire.

“I’m not taking my bra off here.”

“Okay, you can take it off in the restroom, but there’s a catch.”

“Okay… what catch?”

“You need to flash what’s under your skirt when you get back.”

“Really?”

“Connie already did it, and Rachel is about to get naked. It’s only fair. Come on, I’ll help you out.” Morgan said, standing up and gently pulling Claire to her feet.

“Connie, I can’t believe what a bad influence you are.” Rachel said. She felt the excitement building, knowing she was going to be naked in front of a crowd for the second time that weekend.

“I’m just trying to liven things up. Claire especially needs to loosen up a bit. Besides, it’s obvious she wants to do it, even if she has to to be nudged along.”

“True, and who thought that Morgan would get her to do it.?”

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Morgan led Claire to the restroom, not quite sure how to interpret her feelings. She felt very conscious of the fact that all she was wearing was the dress, even if nothing was showing.

They got to the restroom, and it was empty. Morgan decided to see how far she could get Claire to go.

“All right, now take off the dress first.”

“What?”

“Just do it. It’ll make removing your bra easier.”

Claire looked nervously at the door. “What if someone comes in?”

“Go into that stall and do it.”

Claire nodded, closed the stall door and started to latch it shut.

“Don’t lock it. It’ll be more fun that way.”

Claire closed the stall door and lifted the dress over her head, leaving her standing there in a bra. The fact that it was a public restroom hit her, and she suddenly shuddered in fear. She yelped when the stall door opened, and Morgan stood there. Claire instinctively covered herself with the dress

“Give it to me.”

She felt a desire to comply come over her, and realized that she found it arousing. She dropped her eyes, and held out the dress to Morgan.

“Now the bra.”

She unhooked the bra, and slipped it off. Her pink nipples were hard as rocks as she handed her last remaining item of clothing to her friend.

Morgan looked at her friend, and admired the view. They were a study of contrasts, in that Claire was a few inches taller than her own 5’5″ — also had a slightly fuller figure. Her skin was pale, and it was easy to tell she was a natural blond, as her mound was covered with a well trimmed, but fairly full bush. Morgan on the other hand, had a fairly slender, athletic figure, and her long dark hair and tanned skin her entire body was completely hairless, thanks to a laser hair removal she’d treated herself to some time ago.

“All right, come out of there. I want to take a picture for Rachel and Connie.”

Morgan draped the bra and dress over the stall door, and gestured for Claire to come out.

Claire trembled in fear and excitement, trying to cover herself as she did what she was told.

“I’ll tell you what, let’s make the picture even more interesting.” She lifted the dress over her head, and put it in the same place as Claire’s. She led her over to the mirror, and put her arm around her friend’s waist. She felt Claire do the same, and the both smiled as she took the picture. She sent it to both their friends.

“You know, let’s really shake it up and trade dresses!” She took Claire’s sun dress and pulled it on. It was slightly big on her and her smaller breasts didn’t quite fill out as much of the top. The arm holes let in a noticeable view of the sides of her breast. Because of Claire’s height, the dress fell down to her calves. She reached down, and unbuttoned enough of the bottom buttons so that a split opened well above her knees.

“What do you think?”

“It looks great on you.” Claire looked at Morgan’s dress, realizing the stretchy material would cling to every inch of her body. Nobody would doubt her current “commando” state. The grey material did little to hide her nipples, and to her consternation, the dress was short enough that she would need to be very careful when sitting.

“You look incredible right now, Claire. samsun escort In fact, I think that dress looks even better on you!”

“You think so?”

“Without a doubt.” Morgan replied, stuffing Claire’s bra into her purse.

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Connie nodded to Rachel as their friends returned to the table. They both admired the exaggerated sway of Claire’s 36D breasts, with nipples sticking out like pencil erasers.

“I do think our friend Claire has been keeping secrets from us!”

“It must have taken a lot of effort to keep those babies in check…”

Rachel’s phone buzzed, followed a second later by Connie’s. They both looked at the text message they’d received and grinned at the bathroom selfie.

They looked up as Claire and Morgan reached the table. Connie cocked her head sideways and said “I see you both got a little creative. Claire, that dress was made for you.”

“Now give them a peek.” Morgan said.

Claire glanced around and lifted the front of the tight dress, exposing her blond muff for a second, before quickly lowering it again.

“Hang on a second, I didn’t catch that!” Connie said. “How about longer than a half second?”

Claire sighed, and pulled her dress up again, counting to thirty before lowering it again.

Morgan turned to Rachel. “I guess it’s your turn now.”

Rachel stood up and pulled off the sun dress. She carefully folded it, and placed it in the middle of the table with the her friends’ underclothes. She sat down, enjoying the attention as the hostess rushed over to their table.

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The next time someone else exposed her was at Mardi Gras in New Orleans, in her junior year. A lot of drinks, and a lot of encouragement, and soon she was flashing her breasts to anyone who asked. When a group of frat boys drunkenly asked for her panties, she barely hesitated. Her boyfriend stood behind her, his armed wrapped around and pulling up the front of her denim mini skirt to the delight of the crowd. She never felt wetter.

Ten minutes later she was giving him an enthusiastic blowjob in an alley in the French Quarter, her tube top lost somewhere along the way. By the time they got back to the hotel, she had so many beads around her neck, it was hard to tell she was otherwise topless.

He took her from behind on the hotel balcony, slamming into her sex as the plastic beads hit the railing with a clatter. Men in the crowd below threw more up to her, and she climaxed as her boyfriend shot copious amounts of semen across her back and buttocks.

She was addicted to the attention by the end of the vacation. Unfortunately, the boyfriend wasn’t. They broke up soon after.

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“Miss! Please, you can’t do that here!” The hostess said in an urgent voice, doing her best to block the view from the other patrons.

Rachel turned to her friends. “Is that good enough? Should I get dressed again?”

Connie looked thoughtful. “I don’t think so. I think we’re done here, right?”

The four friends reached into their purses and paid the bill, leaving a substantial tip.

“Miss, you’re causing a scene!”

“I hope so, but we’re leaving now.”

Rachel turned to Connie and asked, “Could you grab my dress? I don’t want to lose it.”

“Sure.”

Connie picked up the dress, but ignored the three pairs of panties sitting on the table. The other two women stood up and joined their friends as they left the restaurant patio for the parking lot.

Rachel stood naked at her car, listening to her friends enthuse about how daring she was. She loved this feeling, slightly out of control, fully exposed, and the total center of attention

She thought back to the night before, and how the handsome man at the bar seemed genuinely willing to play into her exposure, realizing she was enjoying it. She made a decision.

“Connie, I want you to do me a favor…”

________________________

Rachel watched Connie’s car drive off, and a few moments later, she realized she was fully committed. She stood naked in the shade of a tree at the edge of the parking lot, without a single item on her. Both Claire and Morgan had hugged ehr and left, and Connie was headed to her house with all her possessions.

She’d left a voicemail and a text for Tim, the second including a picture of her predicament. When she’d hung up, she’d handed it and her purse to Connie, who enthusiastically participated in her plan.

She only hoped that Tim got the message and was willing to come rescue her before too long.

__________________

Tim looked down at his phone, not sure whether to believe what he was seeing. He was expecting a message offering to return his sport coat from last night, not an invitation to participate in another round. He looked at the time, and realized the call had come through twenty minutes before, and it would take him at least twenty minutes go get to the restaurant. He laughed, and decided to wait ten minutes before he left, just to extend the beautiful exhibitionist’s dilemma.

___________________

Claire sat in her car, watching her naked and vulnerable friend pace along the quiet corner of the parking lot. She was pretty sure that Rachel hadn’t noticed her staying behind. She was both worried for Rachel’s safety, and desperately curious about the outcome.

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Hello, this story is a continuation of another story called Not So Sweet Old Phil. Which is itself a follow on from That Saturday Morning. I didn’t intend writing a series, it just seems to have happened. But if you want to understand the characters a little better, you may want to start from the beginning. I hope you enjoy it either way though, thank you.

Carole had no intention of going round to Phil’s house that Saturday evening. Even though she had said she would, even as she said it, she had no intention of going. He’d had his fun, yes she had enjoyed it, and yes she had an amazing orgasm. He was her elderly next door neighbor though, almost thirty years her senior, and she had known him for years. It was wrong, it was sick, perverse, and the way he just expected her to show up on his doorstop, like some sex craved nymphomaniac, willing to let anyone who paid her any attention have their way? Who did he think he was?

But then there was that slap, she had never felt anything like it before. When he slapped her breast it sent a shock wave through her entire body. A short sharp pain that carried with it the most intense sensation of pleasure, that focused itself between her thighs. All the next day at work, she couldn’t stop thinking about it and when she did she became wet and had to fight the urge to touch herself, as her nipples became stiff against her bra.

“Penny for them?” a customer asked. Carole was jolted back to real life with a bump, she had drifted off, thinking about what happened in her kitchen the other day. She was stood on the shop floor with a trolley full of tinned goods, and was supposed to be stocking the shelves.

“Um sorry?” she said questioningly, and blushing outrageously at what she had been thinking about as she looked up at the stranger.

“Penny for your thoughts,” he explained, “you were in a world of your own, you okay?”

“Oh yes, yes, fine thank you, sorry, how can I help you?” Carole helped the customer, then got on with what she was supposed to be doing. That night in bed, alone with her thoughts, she couldn’t resist the urge, and masturbated as she thought, weirdly, of the guy she had helped in the shop. She imagined him groping her, playing with her tits, even slapping them and having her, right there in the shop. The next day at work wasn’t any better and again that night, she masturbated alone in bed, teasing and tentatively slapping her own nipples as she reached orgasm.

Then it was Saturday, Carole was still adamant, she would not be visiting Phil, the sweet old man next door who liked to slap women’s breasts. No, she wasn’t some slut desperate for attention, desperate to be wanted. It was almost six when she got home from work. She put the bag full of tonight’s dinner on the kitchen counter, the wine bottle inside clinking as it bumped down.

“Hey guys, who is hungry?” she called out to her kids, there was no answer, so she went upstairs. There was no one else in the house. By the looks of it, and the smell of aftershave, they were out for the night. Maybe even the weekend knowing them. She went downstairs and looked at the food she had bought, then put it away. She wasn’t hungry, she had butterflies in her tummy. So she went to her room, took off her work clothes and put on her robe, went downstairs, and opened the wine.

Curled up on the sofa, Carole watched the clock almost as much as she watched the TV. Still telling herself that she wasn’t going next door. She stared blankly at the TV, watching but not taking it in. Her mind was on other things and as she drank her hand slipped inside her robe. Her fingers teasing her dark, firm nipples before pulling her robe open and pushing between her thighs. she emptied the last mouthful of wine from her glass, placing the empty vessel on the small table next to her and using her now free hand to pull on her nipples as she rubbed her button with the other. Her hips tensed, her body trembled and panting softly, she came as she thought about the old man next door having his way with her.

The long summer day was drawing to a close and the sun was just disappearing behind the neighboring rooftops. She reclined on her sofa, her robe open wide, legs apart, with a wonderful warm feeling of pleasure flowing through her body. She looked down at her large soft breasts in the fading light and wondered when they started laying so far apart. Her large dark puffy nipples a stark contrast to the soft pale globes. The bump of her belly and the deep dark well of her bellybutton, leading down between her thick thighs, to the soft dark curls of hair, neatly trimmed and not quite hiding the delicate wet folds glistening below. She finally admitted to herself the truth she had known all along, she was going to let the old man fuck her! In fact, she was going to let him do whatever he wanted, as long as he fucked her at some point.

Carole got to her feet, a little unsteadily, a bottle of wine on an empty stomach was probably not the best idea. Her hands trembled with nervous excitement as she pulled her robe together. reyhanlı escort Then she went upstairs, putting her fingers through her hair a few times trying to pull the mess up into a bun on the way to the shower. It was still very warm and she was feeling a little tipsy and naughty after her shower. So Carole turned on the light and pealed the towel from her body, wandering to and fro in front of her bedroom window and feeling a delicious thrill of excitement at the idea someone may be watching her. After a few minutes she took a long red dress with buttons up the front from her wardrobe, slipped it on fastening some of the buttons, but leaving a few open at the top so that the dress hung loose off one shoulder, and at the bottom so the dress opened up to her thighs. Then she tied the belt around her waist in a loose bow, went downstairs and out the back door in her bare feet. She was only going next door, no need for shoes. She felt like a teenager, sneaking out to go to a party. Going quickly on tiptoes down the side of her house and up to Phil’s front door. The butterflies in her tummy became a full on storm as she lifted her shaking hand to press the doorbell.

Suddenly the door opened before her and Phil stood grinning down at her. “I knew you’d come,” he said excitedly “I also knew you would be late,” he continued as he stepped from his house and closed the door behind himself. “I was watching for you, even caught a glimpse of you in your bedroom.” Carole blushed, she couldn’t help it, was it because he had seen her naked in her bedroom window, or that he knew she was there on purpose? Who knew. The old man took her arm and lead her quickly to his car, one of those new minis. He bundled her into the front passenger seat, then hoped into the drivers seat and before she had time to think Carole found herself being driven out of town in her elderly neighbors car.

“Where are we going?” Carole asked as they joined the dual carriageway of the bypass and picked up speed.

“Just a short drive in the country, not too far, how was work today?” He changed the subject then proceeded to dodge any other questions while he talked at speed about everything and nothing. He seemed excited, almost giddy, and as they drove he stole glances across the car at his passenger. Carole noticed how he looked at her almost right away. And still feeling naughty and tipsy, she crossed her legs and let the split in the front of her dress fall open revealing almost all of her thighs. After about ten minutes they joined a motorway, and sped along to the next junction as the sun started to set in the orange and deep blue sky.

Carole raised her left leg, playfully hugging it herself as she pulled her foot up onto the seat, causing her dress to rise up even further and gather at her waist. Then she moved her right leg to the side and showed the old man her dark curly hair, and that she wasn’t wearing any panties. He glanced over at her as he spoke, and lost his train of thought when he noticed her. She smiled at the old man’s reaction, it was just what she had hoped for, there was a few minutes silence as he stole glances at her and she displayed herself for him. Then they left the motorway, turning onto a single lane carriageway that wound it’s way through the countryside for a few miles. They turned up a smaller side road, and off that onto a narrow track that wound it’s way uphill beneath dark trees, ending in a small car park next to a picnic spot with a view of the sunset.

“Why are we here Phil?” Carole asked in a whisper as Phil reversed the car into place. They had come to a stop in an out of the way corner of the car park, and Phil had turned out the lights, but the engine was still running. She had a good idea why they were there, but wanted to hear him say it. He had already told her he had particular tastes and his wife was glad to accommodate them. With the drive into the country Carole was thinking he liked to do it outdoors, which seemed like fun, quite exciting after her very conservative husband.

The twilight glow revealed a white van parked on her side and another car on the drivers side, all carefully distanced from each other in the car park. Carole looked hard at the front of the van and as her eyes got used to the gloom, she realized there was someone sat in the drivers seat. “Phil, what’s going on?” she asked, a little more insistent this time, sensing there was more than she thought to this car park trip. The old man just reached one hand across, pushed his fingers into the soft dark curly hair between her open legs and began rubbing her. She gasped softly and raised her hips, pushing against his hand in response.

Now it was his turn to enjoy her reaction and Phil grinned as he watched her. She looked up at him, her bottom lip pinned beneath her front teeth, and she whimpered as his finger slipped between her soft folds and pushed inside her. Soon she was wriggling in the seat, holding onto it she raised her hips, lifting her leg onto the center console so that she could open rize escort her legs wider. Turning to face the old man slightly, so that he could see how wet she was for him. But he pulled his hand away, raised his fingers to his mouth and began licking her juices from them.

“Good girl.” he whispered and his hand dropped to his waist. Carole sat with her legs open, her wet pussy on display for him in the quickly fading light, and watched as he unfastened his seat belt, pulled at his trousers and wriggled them down until his stiff cock burst free. Just like him, the old man’s shaft was long and slender. It thrust up from the dark creases of his clothing looking so very hard and stiff, veins bulged through the thin skin stretched around the shaft and at the tip was the fattest, most swollen looking mushroom cock head. Carole had never seen anything like it before, most of the limited number of dicks she had seen were smaller (with the obvious exception of the delivery guy) and well, prettier. This old mans rock hard shaft was almost grotesque by comparison and to her surprise Carole almost squealed with excitement at the thought of his long ugly cock entering her. Phil leaned back in the drivers seat and Carole needed no invitation, she unfastened her seat belt, twisted around on her seat and leaned over the old mans lap, quickly taking his fat swollen cock head in her warm wet mouth and sucking him eagerly.

“Aaauuuurgghhhh…” the old man groaned as his naughty young neighbor went down on him for the first time, “aaaaahhh fuck yes, mmmm like that yes.” he encouraged as she wrapped the fingers of one hand around his bumpy, veiny shaft and began stroking him in time with the rise and fall of her head. She shifted in the passenger seat, taking her weight with one arm beneath her on the center console as she leaned over his lap. Her soft wavy hair, black now in the dim twilight, fell around his thighs and seemed to pulse with the motion of her head. The thick dark waves making sure none of what little light there was in the car made it through to her.

Phil reached up to the switches set into the roof lining and turned on the interior lights. The other cars in the car park almost disappeared behind the reflections cast by the little light. Carole didn’t react, her head just kept going, her mouth and fingers doing a wonderful job of pleasuring the old mans gnarly cock. He looked across at her ass, covered by the red dress, one leg out straight disappeared into the dark foot well, the other was folded up over the first, almost kneeling on the seat. He placed his hand on her back, between her shoulder blades, feeling her body move as her head worked on his hard cock. Then he slid his hand down into the deep curve of her back and up again onto the soft curve of her cotton covered bottom.

Phil’s fingers began gathering her dress, Pulling the material up revealing more and more of her thigh, then he pulled and her dress slipped up to her waist, exposing her wide hips, soft pink ass cheeks and thick thighs. His fingertips sank deep into the soft flesh of her ass as he squeezed one cheek hard, then the other, feeling there weight and warmth in his hand. He slipped his fingers between them, wriggling a little in his seat so he could lean over more and his long arm could stretch until his fingers rubbed her wet pussy lips. She responded and while still sucking him she squirmed in the seat to open her legs more and give him easier access.

Phil looked up at the window, movement outside drawing his attention. Stood by the front passenger door, bending down slightly and watching the old man’s hand explore Carole’s ass and pussy, was the guy from the van. This didn’t surprise Phil at all, in fact, he was counting on it. And as the stranger peered into the car, the old man gripped one of Carole’s cheeks, and pulled, spreading her ass wide, opening her, displaying her, to the stranger outside. He raised his hand to his mouth, sucking on his own thumb, making it good and wet. Then pushed his hand between her ass cheeks again, his middle finger slid easily into her slippery pussy and a moment later his wet thumb pushed against the tight bud of her anus, easing it open and plunging inside.

There was a muffled gasp from underneath the mound of hair spread over his lap. Carole gave a wriggle as his thumb pushed inside her ass, then a squirm as he started to move both his thumb and his finger in and out. The stranger outside had already opened his trousers and was stood rubbing his cock furiously as he watched Carole’s holes being fingered. Phil felt a sudden thrill, his exposed neighbor, the masturbating voyeur and the wonderful mouth on his cock all too much to resist. The old man grunted and groaned as his cock suddenly erupted in Carole’s mouth, launching jet after jet of his sticky cum down her throat. Carole did her best to swallow it all, but soon she was forced to come up for air. And as the last throbs of Phil’s orgasm eased, Carole lifted herself from his lap, looking and feeling pleased with herself as she safranbolu escort swooped her hair back and licked a trickle of the old mans cum from the corner of her mouth.

She noticed something was different right away, but it took a couple of seconds for her to realize that the light was on inside the car. Then she quickly looked around, worried that anyone outside would be able to see them. “What the fuck?” Carole squealed, almost jumped out of her skin at the sight of the stranger masturbating next to her window. Then she quickly wriggled back into her seat, dragging her dress back into place, her face flushed red with a mixture of embarrassment, fear and anger. “What the fuck…” she gasped again a moment later.

“shshsh… Come now Carole,” Phil chided her in a very calm matter of fact voice, that actually did a great job of relaxing her, “I told you I had specific tastes, just relax, you’ll enjoy it.” As he spoke Phil reached over and began unbuttoning her dress. Carole just watched, unable to respond, as his fingers worked their way down. Soon they were at her belly, then Phil quickly lifted his hand and brushed the front of her dress aside exposing her large soft round breasts and big dark nipples. Carole looked up at the stranger, recognizing it was the man from the van, a thick set man probably about the same age as her. She looked down at his cock, the foreskin rolled back and forth over his thick swollen cock head as he stroked himself. His shorts were pulled down slightly and his short T shirt bulged over his big round belly. He bent down slightly, peering in the side window at her, watching her breasts as he stroked himself.

Carole felt a sudden flutter of excitement in her belly that flowed through her, before coming to rest with a deep throb of desire in the dark wet folds between her thighs. She felt a hand on her breast and looked down. Phil was reaching across the car and kneading her big pale orb like he was making a loaf. His fingers found her hard nipple as it stiffened to his touch and he pinched it hard, pulling on it until her tit stretched out in front of her. “Aaaahhh…” Carole gasped, then he dropped it, watching the soft flesh bounce and sway back into place, before pinching and lifting again. And again Carole gasped and whimpered as he held her breast by the nipple and wobbled it from side to side before dropping it once more and then suddenly slapping it.

“Aaaahhh fuck…” Carole squealed, squirming in her seat as the old man toyed with her. There was a knock on the window, she had almost forgotten about their voyeur. Carole looked up at him, then across at Phil. The old man grinned and nodded at the small switch set into the car door, making it obvious what he expected of her. She looked back at the stranger who made a winding motion with his hand, then, without even noticing she was doing it, Carole reached out and pressed the button. There was a hum as the window slid down and as soon as his arm would fit, the stranger reached into the car and grabbed her other breast.

“aaaahhh….aaaahhhhh…” Carole whimpered, one hand gripping the door handle, her finger hovering over the switch, the other hand clamped onto the seat by her bottom. The two men squeezed and teased her, pinching, pulling and slapping her big soft tits as she panted and squirmed in the car seat. Phil slipped his hand down to her waist and began unfastening more buttons until they were all undone. Then he threw her dress wide open, exposing her white cushioned potbelly and dark soft curly haired pussy to the stranger. His hand was quickly shoved between her thighs and thick fingers began wriggling their way between her delicate lips and into her wet pussy.

“Aaaaarrghh… aaaahhh… aaahhh…” Carole began to moan, lifting herself off the seat slightly, opening her legs and pushing herself against the strangers hand. Phil continued playing with her tits, groping and pinching with one hand while he stroked his still hard cock with the other. It hadn’t occurred to Carole to wonder how he was still hard, she was far too distracted to notice something like that. The stranger drove his fingers into her cunt again and again, his palm rubbing her clit as he worked his fingers in and out. Between them the two men quickly brought her to orgasm and Carole squealed, her shuddering body tense and quivering as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her. “Aaaaaarrghh fuck… yes…” she cried out as they made her cum in the passenger seat of her neighbors car.

At last Carole’s body relaxed as her orgasm eased. The stranger pulled his hand away, then pushed his thighs against the passenger door and his thick wet cock through the open window. Carole looked at it for a moment, the mans round belly bulged through the top of the window. His big fat balls sat in the windowsill and thrusting out about them was his thick wet cock. The shaft was red from all the rubbing and the huge swollen head was half covered by the thinly stretched foreskin and totally covered by a mass of glossy, bubbly, stringy precum. It hung in long drips from the gathered foreskin below his cock head and was smeared all over the end of his fat dick. A moment later, Carole leaned forward and slid her soft wet lips down over his swollen precum covered cock head and took his dick deep into her mouth.

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