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Stephen’s building was shit. Mine was worse, but his was shit too. It hadn’t been a hard decision when we were trying to figure out which place we were going to keep, and which place we were going to get rid of. But Stephen’s place was closer to the city and it had a doorman, well, sort of. He was the building super when there was something broken, otherwise, he kept a little office at the desk by the front door during the day and into the evening.

“Come on, look at this place. I’m working on Janet’s team now. This project is going to be the one. Come on, don’t you want to live closer to the city?” He had been so excited, so persuasive when he had suggested it.

Really, I was really just playing with the idea. The moment he had suggested it, I had secretly agreed, but you know, you don’t want to seem too eager, right?

And I didn’t disagree with him. The Barret Firm had already given him one raise when they had moved him onto Janet’s team, with the promise of more and I loved him and loved being close to him and his things.

How could I have said no?

Besides, I did love the old place. It was shit, an absolute rubbish bin, but it had character, all brick with windows that barely worked but they each had a million panes, and they were all the way around. And who cared that in the winter the floors were absolute ice?

And it had Henry, the super. Born somewhere near Darby in the sixties, he was an unhealthy, Englishman who always had an unlit cigar in his mouth. But he was friendly and personable and if you needed a hand, well, if a woman needed a hand, he was quick to volunteer. And I won’t even begin to go into the gossip Henry was privy too.

I walked in the front door that day and Henry was working on something that looked like it had a fan attached to it. The cigar between his lips rolled from one side of his mouth to the other as he turned a screwdriver. He barely glanced up, then slowly went over me as he turned back to his screwdriver. “Mornin’, love.” He said thinking I hadn’t noticed the way he ogled me.

“Henry,” I stopped and watched him work for a moment. “Nice to see you.”

“Yeah? You’re home early.” He bent his arm and glanced at his wristwatch. “Stephen said you wouldn’t be home until tomorrow.”

“It’s his birthday, Henry,” I whispered like the walls could hear us and might sell us out.

“Oh!” Henry leaned back which only made his belly even more rotund. “You’ve got a plan.” He shook the end of screwdriver at me, his eyes glistening with glee.

“So, I’m planning to surprise him. He thinks I’m still out of town until tomorrow.” I clapped my hands gleefully and Henry laughed too. “I talked to him last night and he’s planning to get hammered tonight at the Georgie with Matt and Phil and some people from the office. He thinks we’re celebrating this weekend.”

“Oh, he’ll be so happy!” Henry stole a glance at my chest as I leaned over. I caught his eye and stood up a little, but I gave him a wry smile. I couldn’t blame him, I had worn the blouse and bra because they made my tits look amazing.

“Need anything from me, love?” The cigar rolled from one side to the other and he wiped his hands on a rag I was sure was far dirtier than his hands had been.

“Can you make sure not to mention I’m here?”

“No matter what, love. You’ve got my word.” He gave me a solemn salute and I smiled.

“Thanks Henry,” I tossed my hair over my shoulder in a sexy way, leaned over and pulled the handle of my suitcase up, slowly, so he got a good look at my girls.

He looked away when I looked at him. “See you later, Henry.” I laughed and walked toward the elevator.

“Anything for you, Katie.” He chuckled, and I could feel him staring at my ass.

I stepped into the elevator and started toward the ninth floor – the penthouse level, which did not mean what you think when you think of that word.

No, this was just a big apartment built on the roof of a high-rise apartment building. It wasn’t made of brick like the rest of the building, it was just a wooden frame with loads of windows.

The elevator clunked, groaning and clinking as it rose toward the top. I pulled out my phone. There was nothing from Stephen and I smiled. He had no idea I had flown back, as far as he knew I was a thousand miles away.

The doors slowly opened on the top floor, not quite even with the floor, but what can you do with a building that’s over a hundred years old? I stepped out and then across the little hall and through the door that led to the roof and our apartment.

I turned the key and opened the apartment door. The smell of our house filled my nose. I closed my eyes and savored it.

It was one of my favorite things about Stephen. We were so perfect together. When I had moved into the house and our things had mixed, the place had taken on a completely new smell. It was like leather and sandalwood. It was spicy and warm.

I loved it.

Stephen’s building might have been kilis escort shit, but the apartment itself had a lot more going for it than my place in Queens had. The way the buildings were built around ours, the way the skyline worked, every afternoon, the place filled with light. It seemed to burst through every window around three or four o’clock, and we kept the blinds open to enjoy it.

Our views were amazing. We could walk right out onto the roof, that was our little plot. We had lawn chairs and a hammock outside where we could soak in the sun on weekends. It was one of the reasons, we had decided to keep his place. It might have been an apartment, but it was also a little like a home, just built on top of a bunch of other homes but still separate in a cool way. No one else was allowed on the roof.

I put my coat in the little closet and wheeled my bag down the hall toward the living room. Everything was just like I had left it a few days before. I smiled. I loved how neat Stephen was. The place was immaculate, a magazine centerfold. His couch and my end tables, the perfect lamp in the corner.

I walked to the kitchen and poured a glass of wine from the open bottle in the fridge. I rolled my bag to the bedroom, listening to my heels click along the wood floor.

I thought of my plan for Stephen’s birthday. I was the surprise, but what I had in store for him was going to blow his mind.

The wine calmed my nerves after the airport and Uber ride and I threw my bag on the bed and opened it. It was four thirty. He was going to be home in a little while. That’s when the festivities were scheduled to begin.

I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off my shoulders. It was time for something naughty, something scandalous. I unclipped my bra and then stepped out of my pants and underwear.

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror on my side of the bed. Stephen was very much out of my league. He was exactly what every girl dreams of, tall, dark skinned, and handsome with a square jaw, blue eyes, and a body that simply didn’t make sense.

Why he opted for a tall, thin girl with crazy red hair and freckles across her nose, I’ll never know. But I did know exactly what kind of clothes, Stephen preferred. The ones that accentuated his favorite parts of me.

I slipped my favorite baby doll t-shirt over my head and pulled it down. I turned and looked in the mirror. The wide sleeves hit my shoulders perfect and I had just enough breast to spread the shirt open in a lusty, can’t-stop-staring sort of way – especially without a bra and my nipples practically poking through the cotton.

But that wasn’t enough. That was just the beginning. Inside the bag, I found my new pair of knit socks, black. I pulled the little ribbon off that tied them together and then slipped my left foot into the toe.

The fabric was soft, the knit felt good against my skin and unrolled it and pulled it over my calf, then my knee, where I tugged on it until it reached the middle of my thigh.

Then I unrolled the second one the same way, reaching under my shirt and evening the fabric tight around each thigh. I stood up and the shirt fell just over the hemline of the socks. I looked hot.

I bent over and pressed my breasts together.

Stephen was going to love it.

I decided to wait for him in bed. He’ll come home and find me soaking wet, ready and willing, and his weekend of hedonistic pleasure will begin.

I had been thinking about his cum all day. The entire airplane ride, I had sat in my chair and stared at my phone while it played some syndicated tv show, but really, all I was thinking about was Stephen’s dick.

My pussy melts every time I think about the way his cock feels, especially when he spurts inside of me – the throbbing, the pulsing muscles, stream after stream of hot, sticky cum. Because I know what he likes. I know how get him there. All because our bodies work so well together.

Lying naked on the bed, with a familiar dampness between my legs from daydreaming about Stephen’s cum, I dawdle mindlessly on my phone.

Then I hear it. The lock on the front door. He’s home. Excitement filled my chest. I sat up and then I laid back down and adjusted the t-shirt, so it showed almost too much, but not enough.

Then I heard a female voice.

H wasn’t alone.

I froze.

I heard Stephen’s voice and another voice I didn’t recognize. They were speaking in hushed tones. A female voice.

My heart was racing. What was happening? I was lying in our bed, naked, and he was with another woman.

I scrambled to the closet and shut the door while fumbling for the light on my phone. I hadn’t even considered he would bring a friend over. Why shouldn’t he? While the cat’s away, the mice will probably play, right?

I did my best to try and stay positive. He had girlfriends. I mean, I knew he was close to a girl in his office, probably one his best friends, Michelle. kırklareli escort She was a dark-haired girl, pretty, who worked for Ellen Barrett, the Barrett in the Barrett firm.

They had been friends for a long time, but they had seemed to get closer once Stephen and I got serious. I liked her. She was kind and really funny. She also liked video games which was Stephen’s weakness.

That had to be it right? There was an awful lot of beer in the refrigerator. Poor guy was probably planning on playing video games and pregaming with Michelle before they went to Georgie’s.

Shit, this was not how this was supposed to go. I looked around the closet. I was going to have to do something else. It was no big deal. I would just get dressed and join them, surprise I came home for your birthday! It would only be a delay in my plans.

I was in the middle of pulling off my t-shirt when I noticed it.

Quiet.

The complete absence of noise. No banter. No laughing. No sound of video game guns and explosions coming through the surround sound. Maybe they had left when I had rushed to get in the closet, maybe they had just stopped to grab something before running over to Georgie’s.

Then I heard a strange ringing. It was faint, and I couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

I slowly opened the door to the closet and stopped when it started to squeak. I peeked around the edge and looked around the bedroom – empty. Then I noticed movement in the floor mirror.

From just outside the closet, I could see Stephen’s co-worker standing in the main room. I slipped out the door, changing the view and angle I could see. It was Michelle, standing in the living room facing the back door.

Then I heard the sound again, the light clinking of metal ringing.

I moved around the door and saw Michelle’s pants around her ankles.

Then the sound made sense. Her belt buckle on the floor, tapping against the hardwood.

And Stephen on his knees sucking on her cock.

I froze.

I looked again. It had to be a strap on, a dildo of some sort. But it wasn’t.

Stephen was on his knees sucking that girl’s cock.

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Now, we had talked about his urge to give head before, but I had never dreamt he would really do it, let alone without me.

I was stunned, gob smacked. My fiancée was giving head to a girl with a dick right before my eyes. And his technique was impressive. He had a solid grip on the base of her shaft with his thumb and forefinger. And he had a good rhythm, bobbing his head slowly up and down her lovely prick.

Like I said, I liked Michelle. Ever since we had met we had been able to hang out. She was the perfect girlfriend for Stephen, they worked together so they had work in common, but she also liked to play video games and got along with all of his friends. She was around all the time.

Of course, I had never known that she had a dick before, but as I watched Stephen work her pole, his lips wrapped tight around her shaft trying to take more and more of her with every head bob, I didn’t know that it mattered.

It was something to watch them. Michelle’s dark hair cascaded over her shoulders. She was good looking. Tall with an athletic body, a flat stomach, and…my god, what a dick.

I swallowed hard. I couldn’t believe it.

I watched her methodically grind her hips as she gently fucked my fiancée’s face.

I couldn’t see Stephen’s cock, but I could tell from the way his left arm was moving that he was touching himself.

Just then, Stephen stood up, and they moved out of the view of the bedroom mirror.

Come back! I moved a little trying to see where they had gone. I’m not done watching my little cock slut suck off my new girl crush!

I heard them both climb onto the couch, and then silence.

Every so often, I heard the slurping of spit on a rock-hard dick, but I couldn’t tell whose parts belong to who. Was Stephen still sucking Michelle off? Or had they moved the other way ’round? The girl doing my job for me?

I should be sucking that cock on that couch. A little streak of jealously went through me.

A low, guttural moan wafted into the bedroom, and I knew it was Stephen. It was that demure, almost feminine sound, he makes when he’s losing control.

Michelle must give good head, he rarely makes that sound for me.

Stephen’s moans continued, falling into a rhythm. What the fuck was going on out there? Whatever it was, it was beginning to drive me crazy. My pussy was soaked. I couldn’t stop thinking about Michelle’s cock and then Stephen’s cock.

My hand drifted down to my engorged clit. God, I was so horny. I needed something to fill me. One of those hard ons in the living room would do the trick.

Suddenly, the sound changed. Stephen’s moans became cries of pleasure. I could hear the spring in the couch, the one on the far end that squeaks like it’s about to break. karabük escort And there is no doubt it’s getting a workout. The pace sounds like thrusting.

I step to the edge of the bedroom door and listen. What is going on out there? Stephen’s little cries of pleasure turn into whimpers and moans. I know what’s happening immediately. The last time Stephen made those sounds we had just watched a YouTube video about prostate milking and I had just tried it.

The pace. The rhythm. Oh my god, he is letting Michelle fuck him! The idea was too much. I slipped a finger into my cunt and bit my lip to remain silent.

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Standing in the bedroom, my fingers deep inside of me, I listened at the edge of the door. Michelle’s pace increased. The spring squealed with every thrust and the creaking mixed with the sound of Stephen’s cries of pleasure.

My fingers pressed into my darkness. Just the sound of them fucking made my pussy so wet. My fingers slid in and out of myself as the man I loved, the man I was about to marry, was in the living room taking his coworker’s thick girl cock.

I decided I had to watch, just a peek. My imagination was fine, but I needed to see what was happening.

I knew there was a chance I would get caught, the old wood floors would probably give me away, but I didn’t care. I had to see what was happening, it was too much not to watch.

Carefully, I let go of my dripping cooze, took a deep breath, and stepped out into the hall. My stocking feet slid along the floor and I shimmied a little further toward the living room.

As soon as they were in view, I froze.

Stephen was bent over, his arms spread wide and gripping the back of the sofa while his friend slid her meaty cock into him from behind.

Naked from the waste down, Michelle’s legs were long and lean, and she had on tall black heels that made her the perfect height for my fiancée.

With long, deep strokes she penetrated Stephen and then pulled back to her tip. The kind of strokes I loved Stephen to fuck me with. The kind that let me feel the ridge of his head tease my inner labia before he plunged back into me as far as he could go. God, I loved it when he did that. But he never lasted this long. Michelle seemed to have some stamina.

I couldn’t help but imagine what Michelle’s glorious cock would feel like.

My fingers slipped back under my t-shirt and found my dripping snatch. It was unbelievable how hot it was to watch them. My body was on fire.

From my angle, I watched Stephen’s balls tighten against his taint. His rigid cock bounced up and down beneath him with every thrust; leaking the longest, thickest stream of precum I had ever seen.

I looked back at their union, watching as Michelle fucked my lover from behind, the creamy white satisfaction had made a ring around the base of her cock.

In my fixation on all the cock in my living room, I hadn’t noticed that Stephen had seen me.

My heart skipped a beat.

We locked eyes as he began to howl in pleasure. Michelle was deep inside him now, grinding into his prostate with her glorious cock, and my Stephen was clearly on the verge of an orgasm.

I watched him being fucked like he fucks me. His body shook with every thrust. His hips pushed back as she pushed forward. He looked up and me mouthed the words I love you as he moaned.

Once Stephen saw me peeking around the corner like a child, I decided to make myself known.

I walked over and gently cupped Michelle’s firm ass cheek.

Startled by my sudden presence, the raven-haired beauty flinched a little on the downstroke, but relaxed when she recalled who I was. She relaxed as soon as she realized who I was and where my hand was. Her eyes went from wide with surprise, to sultry as she leaned forward and met my lips with hers.

Her lips were soft, and her breath tasted like Stephen’s cock — my favorite flavor. I squeezed her muscled ass cheek and twirled my tongue around hers as she drove her cock into my fiancée.

Our tongues tangled between our lips, her right breast pressed against mine as we made out to the music of Stephen’s moans.

Michelle at ease, I turned my attention to the birthday boy. I slipped my t-shirt over my body and crawled onto the couch in front of Stephen. I sat down on the couch in front of him and opened my legs to give Michelle a view of my naked body, and my dripping mound.

Michelle’s eyes flashed with approval as she looked me over. Stephen prefers my pussy bare and I had waxed the day before. Michelle seemed to approve.

Now it was my turn to give Michelle a show. I leaned into Stephen and kissed him deeply.

He moaned into my mouth.

“Does that cock feel good inside you, baby?” I leaned close to his ear and smiled up at Michelle as she fucked him.

He could barely utter the word: Yes, in more than an exasperated whisper.

I stroked his hair as he leaned in to suck on my tits.

Arching my back, I offered them to his mouth and watched as he did his best to keep them in his mouth while Michelle pounded his ass with her powerful dick.

I reached out and ran a hand along my fiancée’s back, just tickled my fingers down his back while I watched Michelle thrust into him over and over.

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Shortly after getting settled in the motel room we’d reserved, the friend I’d come with received a text. He left shortly afterward to join the rest of the lacrosse team that had also come to spend spring break on the beach. I hadn’t expected him to ditch me, so I puttered around the room for a while. I took a shower, shaved my face, even though I really didn’t need to. I added some gel to my short strawberry blonde hair and tried not to part it so severely to one side. But it always wanted to lay that way, which left me looking much younger than my 19 years. I slipped into a clean pair of briefs, baggy cargo shorts, and a t-shirt. Just before stepping out the door, I grabbed the keycard to my room, my phone, wallet and stepped into my boat shoes.

The sun was just starting to set as I stepped onto the outdoor walkway or a 3rd-floor room. It was warm and slightly humid, which was a welcome change from the chilly weather at school. The music I heard was coming from the direction of the beach only a few blocks away. I worked my way off of the motel grounds and toward the beach. There were big crowds of people walking on both sides of the road and cars packed with college students were slowly cruising down the narrow street. I felt like I was the only person there that wasn’t included in a group.

When I arrived at the beach, I could see a huge crowd of people mobbed in front of a stage. I wasn’t familiar with the music the band was playing, but I joined the crowd and began cheering along with them. Even though I started at the back of the crowd, I soon found myself surrounded by my cheering peers.

After the sun had fully set and the band had played several songs, I began thinking about returning to my room. Standing alone in the dark, surrounded by a crowd is a very discomforting feeling. Just when I was about to turn and leave, I felt a presence move in close behind me. It was as if whoever had stepped so close to me, had done so on purpose. The music of the band was loud, but not so loud that a conversation couldn’t be held without shouting. She leaned in close to my ear and I smelled her before I heard her. Her musky perfume filled my senses and made me shiver. I’d never smelled anything so sexy. Her low, sultry voice sent a chill up my spine. “This band is really good.”

Looking back over my shoulder I was greeted by a woman, not a girl. A woman who was at least 20 years my senior. She stood several inches taller with a very fit build. The flowery print top she wore left her arms and shoulders exposed which had more muscle definition than any of my roommate’s friends on the lacrosse team. The white skirt she wore hung to just below her knees and left her muscular calves exposed. Her wavy, dark-brown hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. She had a very pretty face and wore minimal make-up. I bit my lower lip and nodded my head stupidly in response to her statement. I turned back around and prayed she wouldn’t leave.

The next song the band played must’ve been very popular. Everyone in the crowd began pumping their fists in the air to the beat of the music. I joined in and began pumping my skinny arm in the air along with all the other people.

It happened quickly. I felt this woman lay her hands on my hips and then quickly slide them up under my shirt and drag her fingernails from my collar bones to the top of my shorts. My penis became erect in an instant. I’d never had anyone touch me like that before. I had no clue how to respond. I decided to act like it didn’t happen. After a few moments, she did it again. This time letting her fingers trace my collar bones, ribs, gently pinch my nipples and finally come to rest on my hip bones. She left her hands on my hips while I tried not to do something stupid like spin around and ask her what she was doing. I didn’t want to upset her.

Just before that song ended, she took hold of the bottom of my t-shirt and began to lift it up. Higher and higher it came until I had to make a decision: confront her or simply raise my arms. I chose the latter. Raising both arms up high, she pulled my shirt up over my head and off my arms. I’m not the type of guy who goes without a shirt. I’ve always been rather skinny with fair skin and only wisps of thin, strawberry blonde body hair. But having this strange woman pull my shirt off was a freeing feeling. I suddenly felt alive and electric. And the crazy thing was, no one around us even noticed what had happened! When I turned my head, I couldn’t help but smile as I watched her slip my shirt into the bag she wore over her shoulder.

The next song started and the crowd came alive once again. Fists began pumping into the air and the crowd tightened around us. The woman behind me rested her hands on my hips and I felt her warm breath on my neck and ear. She slowly and teasingly slipped the index finger of each hand under the waistband of my shorts. Moving her hands toward each other across the front of my body made goosebumps pop up all over my body. As her hands got closer to each other gebze escort and the front of my shorts, I unintentionally pushed my hips back against her. I heard her moan as her hands met each other. Her fingers briefly brushed across my underpants right over my super stiff penis. I swear I’d never been so horny before!

Her muscular arms kept my hips pulled back against her body while her fingers slowly undid the button on my shorts. I looked up over my shoulder and before I could utter a single word, she kissed me. Her tongue shot into my mouth and kissed me with a level of passion I never knew possible. While distracting me with that kiss, her hands quickly lowered the zipper of my shorts and spread them wide open. With that task accomplished, she dragged one hand up along my body until she held my neck. She continued to kiss me while slowly sliding her other hand under the band of my briefs and downward until she cradled my insanely stiff penis in her hand. She didn’t move her hand at all, she simply held my small penis and balls in her large, strong hand.

When our kiss broke, I was left gasping for air surrounded my hundreds, if not thousands of people. She lowered her hand from my neck pinched first one of my nipples and then the other. That hand soon slid down my body until the thumb had slipped under the waistband of both my shorts and briefs. About that same time, she’d released my penis and positioned that hand similarly on my opposite hip. I knew what she planned to do. I took hold of her wrists to keep them from stripping me naked. I looked back up over my shoulder, shook my head from side to side and silently begged her to stop what she was about to do.

She smiled down at me, kissed me quickly on the lips and responded by nodding her head. Even with my hands on her wrists, I wasn’t strong enough to stop her from lowering my shorts and briefs. I know I was blushing like crazy when the stiff prong of my pink penis popped free of my shorts. I struggled to stop her, but I was no match. When it dawned on me that my penis was out for all to see, I released her wrists and quickly covered myself with both hands. This allowed her the opportunity to lower my shorts far enough that they fell to my ankles.

Leaning in close, she licked my ear seductively and stated loud enough for me to hear over the music and crowd surrounding us, “Step out of your shorts and shoes.”

Knowing people should be gawking at the naked boy standing in the crowd, I looked around. But I didn’t see anyone looking my way. Everyone was staring straight ahead at the band on stage. Feeling like I was about to cry with shame, but more aroused then I’d ever been before in my life, I slowly slipped my foot from my shoe, out of my shorts and stepped out onto the warm sand of the beach.

Licking my ear again while dragging her fingernails from my collar bones to midway down my bare thighs, she said, “That’s a good boy. Now the other.”

Biting my lip hard while cupping my hands over my throbbing penis, I felt so embarrassed! But I did as I’d been told and slipped my other foot free of my clothes. Her hands moved to my sides and slid all the way down my legs. She picked up my shorts, briefs, and shoes from the sand and quickly put them in the bag with my shirt. She rose up behind me and laid her hands on my hips, pulling my butt back against her hips. She began to grind herself against me in time to the music. Having her hold me in that manner was somewhat reassuring. I felt safe with her so near. It’s odd, I didn’t even know her name. But I somehow knew she’d protect me if needed.

After bashfully dancing along with her for half a song, while still cupping my hands over my penis, she let her fingers begin to explore my body once again. This time her hands wandered up and down my front, while intentionally avoiding my hands and penis. They also explored my back and bottom. With my butt still pressed back against her hips, she could only fondle my cheeks so much. But while she did, she leaned in and moaned into my ear, “If I had a cock, I’d be fucking you right here, right now.” She emphasized the word ‘cock’ by thrusting her hips against my backside.

I didn’t say, “Thank goodness you don’t have a cock!” or “Ew! Gross!” No, my response was, “I’m sorry.”

Shortly after making that silly statement, she laid her hand on my neck and turned my head toward her again. Looking up into her eyes I felt so helpless and small. Her eyes left mine and focused on the necklace I wore. She quickly raised her hands and removed it, while stating, “I want my sweet boy to be completely naked.” Once removed, she added my necklace to her bag.

Moments afterward, she let her hands move to my wrists and gently pulled my hands away from my penis. I’d never felt so naked and exposed before. Still holding my wrists, she raised our hands above my head. My hips wiggled around my body shivered with arousal. With my hands above my head and my stiff penis pointing upward, I began to notice gümüşhane escort people looking in my direction. I wanted to pull my arms back down and cover myself, but my wrists were held up firmly. All I could do was try to lift a leg to cover myself. It didn’t take long for the people around us to pull out their phones and begin taking pictures and videoing my nudity. As more and more phones appeared, the woman behind me steered my body to face cameras.

First licking, then nibbling on my earlobe, she said, “My sweet boy is going to be famous! Smile for the cameras, Sweetie!”

When more and more people began surging toward us to get pictures, the crowd tightened and I felt hands of strangers groping me. I think the woman behind me panicked as much as I did. She quickly spun me around and held me close. I don’t remember if I walked backward or she carried me, but we eventually broke free of the mob of people. Even then, she didn’t slow, she kept moving at a quick pace until we found ourselves in a much less crowded area of the beach. The glow from the nearby hotels dimly lit the area which allowed us to attract less attention. But there were still small groups of people stopping to stare at the naked boy with the muscular woman. She released me and held me at arm’s length. In a concerned tone, she asked, “Are you okay? I wasn’t expecting those people to rush us like that.”

Looking into her eyes, I told her I was okay. Without another word, she wrapped her arms around my body and gave me a hug right there on the beach. I wasn’t expecting to be hugged, but I threw my arms around her neck and embraced her just as tightly. When the hug ended, I quickly lowered my hands to cover my stiff penis. Biting my lip, I whimpered, “May I ask you a question?”

She smiled before saying, “Of course Sweetie. Ask me anything.”

“May I please have my clothes?”

Her smile warmed and while shaking her head from side to side she replied, “I’m sorry Sweetie. You may not have your clothes. I’m not ready for you to cover up your perfect, little body yet.”

Knowing I really didn’t have a choice, I accepted her response and remained standing before her completely nude. Occasional groups of people were walking around us. I felt their eyes on my body. It was so embarrassing, yet terribly arousing at the same time. I’m not sure, but I think I stuttered when I asked, “M- M- May I ask another question?”

Laying her finger under my chin, she forced me to look at her. The smell of her perfume mixing with the ocean air, filling my senses again and made my penis twitch and throb. She kissed me gently on the lips and said, “Yes you may.”

“W- W- What is your name?”

She kissed me again and her free hand wiggled under my hands so she could drag her fingernail along the underside of my still rigid penis while whispering, “What would you like to call me?”

I whimpered softly from the unexpected contact and my mind ran wild trying to find an answer for her. She eventually rescued me by telling me her name was Karen. After I shared my name, Aiden, she spoke in a soft voice, “That is a very cute name for a very cute boy.”

We were beginning to attract a rather large audience and the flashes from camera phones were gathering even more attention. To avoid another mad rush, she took my hand and guided me further away from them toward the nicer, upscale hotels I couldn’t dream of affording. I sort of felt like a child being led along by his mother. At times I had to run along beside her to keep up with her pace. While running, I couldn’t keep my little erection covered. It was left bouncing around for anyone to see.

We passed small groups of people either sitting or walking along the beach. Every person we passed stopped what they were doing and watched me walk/run along beside Karen. By then, each time I moved to cover my bare penis, she squeezed my hand firmly. When I looked up at her, she shook her head from side to side.

I almost asked her for my clothes again. But just as I was opening my mouth she began, “The moment I saw you walking toward that concert all alone, I knew you were a very special boy. I could tell by the way you looked, the way you walked and the bashful way you joined the crowd. As soon as I got close to you, I couldn’t keep my hands off of you! I knew you had a cute little body under those baggy clothes and I hoped your mother had raised you to be an obedient boy. It’s pretty obvious she did. Or you wouldn’t be walking here with me without a shred of clothing on!”

Our course changed eventually as she led me toward a fancy hotel with more than a dozen floors. As we got closer and closer to the gated grounds of the hotel, I began to panic. It sounds silly, but I was kind of okay being naked outside with her on the beach. But stepping into the bright lights of a fancy hotel in my birthday suit was a completely different matter. I was scared silly! My stomach began doing somersaults and I felt ill!

She izmir escort felt me pulling on her arm and must’ve seen the fear in my eyes. She had a sympathetic look when she stopped and turned to face me. “Aww, you’re scared, aren’t you? You poor thing. Baby, it’s spring break. There are naked people all over the place. It’s okay, you don’t need to be scared. And once we get to my room, I promise I’ll make everything you’ve been through worthwhile.”

I quickly chirped, “I haven’t seen anyone else naked.”

She kissed my lips gently before saying, “You haven’t been looking closely enough. There are naked girls all over this city.”

I whimpered softly, “B-b-but I’m not a girl.”

That’s when she leaned in and kissed me again. While holding my shoulders in her strong hands and looking down into my eyes, she explained, “Aiden, sweetheart, there are lots of men and women who love to see naked boys. But unfortunately, there aren’t many boys willing to be stripped naked in public. And that makes you extremely special.”

Her logic was confusing enough to make sense. And so I agreed to walk into the hotel with her. She told me not to cover my privates up or she may have to punish me when we got to her room. The idea of being punished by Karen sent a shiver through my body. I’m not sure if it was a good shiver or a bad shiver. It didn’t really matter, my penis throbbed even harder at the thought.

Using her keycard to open the gate, she led me into the pool area. With the sun having already set, there weren’t lots of people using the pool, but there were a few couples. And they all stared at my naked body while Karen held my hand and led me toward the brightly lit doors of the hotel. The anxiety of being walked around naked while everyone else was dressed was wildly arousing.

The closer we got to the brightly lit glass doors of the hotel, the faster my heart began beating. I could see dozens of people in the ornately decorated lobby talking in small groups. Of course, they were all fully clothed which made me feel all the more naked. Out of all of the people I could see through the glass doors, I didn’t see anyone even close to my age. That didn’t really surprise me, the hotel looked extremely upscale and I doubt there were many college students who could afford such a place.

When Karen reached for the door and pulled it open, I felt her squeeze my hand tightly. Looking up into her eyes, I nearly began crying from the surge of emotions washing over me. Karen held the door open for me and had me step into the lobby first. My legs felt like rubber when I took that first step over the threshold. The brightly lit lobby only emphasized my nudity and my poor penis was throbbing out of control. I couldn’t stop myself from lowering my chin and looking at my bare feet. When Karen stepped in behind me and let the door close, I began to notice the lobby becoming very quiet. Blushing like crazy and utterly humiliated, I briefly raised my chin and looked at the crowd.

The reaction to seeing me ran through that lobby like a wave. As soon as someone saw me, they froze, stopped chatting and looked right at me. Some people pointed, others simply stood there and stared at me. But one person after another, they all wound up looking right at me. When the room became completely silent and every eye in the lobby was staring at me, I thought I was going to vomit. I don’t know how long I stood there with Karen standing right behind me with her holding my hands at my sides firmly, but it felt like hours. Chills of shame and embarrassment overtook my body.

Finally, Karen moved to my side, took my hand in hers and led me directly to a desk under a sign that read ‘Concierge’. During that short walk, she squeezed my hand very tightly every time I moved to cover my stiff penis. The crowd seemed to part, making way for us to pass as we approached a very concerned looking man in a suit standing behind the counter.

As we stood near the concierge counter, Karen looked down at me and said, “Sweetheart, I want you to wait right here. Don’t try wandering off again. I need to talk to this nice man for a second and then we’ll go up to our room. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head and whimpered, “Y-Y-Yes.”

Karen then released my hand and dug around in her bag. I stood there beside her feeling alone and afraid. Everyone in the lobby was still staring and some of them began talking about me. My emotions were so powerful I felt like I may faint.

When Karen pulled out a pen and small tablet, she quickly scribbled down a list of things. She then withdrew two $100 bills from her wallet and slid the bills and the list across the counter to the man.

The man seemed to ignore the money and list. Instead, he cleared his throat while looking at me with disdain and said in a firm sounding tone, “Madam, this hotel does not permit nudity anywhere on the property other than in the guest rooms.”

Karen only smiled at him and replied, “I will be taking him directly to my room as soon as we discuss my request. Now, as the concierge, are you able to locate the items on this list for me?” The man’s eyes lowered to the list she’d written out. Before he was able to shake his head and refuse her request, Karen slid a third hundred-dollar bill on top of the first two.

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Meanwhile Erin had arrived at the club in her towel to smiles from the staff – eager ones from guys and knowing ones from girls. She headed downstairs and lay on the couch, tired, and her towel came free, she just let it, exposing her naked body, and rested, half asleep instantly from the alcohol and lack of sleep of the day. She cared about nothing but rest. She was exhausted.

She soon felt a weight on top of her and opened her eyes to see it was a guy, one with his pants at his knees. She opened her eyes a touch just in time to watch him shove his dick in her barely moist pussy. She laid back after he was in her and let her right leg slide off the couch to the floor to spread herself open a bit more. She then closed her eyes and basically tried to lay back and relax as this guy did all the work. Feelings his bare skin against hers, his dick in her.

Lucky for her, the guys seemed to enjoy Erin’s passive, quiet style tonight and they all took turns on her like that, Erin happily let them, so drunk and tired that she was barely aware of what was happening, she didn’t bother to even look at who was in her, but was happy to be their human sex toy. She simply lay on the couch, left leg buried in the corner of the couch, right leg extended straight to the floor with her head against the armrest, as comfortable as she could possibly be, as these guys brought some pleasure into her night. The small hit her ego took at losing the contest was being repaired as the guys took turns grunting and moaning and pawing her. She made no effort to touch them, to react to their touch, to make any sounds.

When Jenn arrived at the male stripping contest, she took in the sights, there were about 40 guys in it and over 100 girls watching. The audience was pure female, any guy around was competing. The girls were excited too, wearing bikinis, they all crammed together as close as they could to the stage, the place had a ravenous feel to it.

Jenn basically decided to throw herself into the atmosphere and joined in with the girls as they vigorously cheered on the first guy, who came out in a thong and quickly ditched it, revealing his semi hard cock.

Jenn’s body was squeezed from all directions by other girl’s bare skin, even though she was actually wearing most than all the other girls, being wrapped in a towel, she felt very self conscious about it, one hand had an iron grip on the it just above her right breast, holding the towel on. She also noticed it was warmer here, she’d been freezing for a long time since being doused with freezing water and then having to hang out in a cool breeze at night by the beach. Jenn started to appreciate the girl’s warm bodies transferring heat to her. She also realized she was here for the same reason a lot of them were, scouting out some good talent and then making sure she would attract him. It made the atmosphere in the crowd just as competitive as the actual contest.

Jenn had managed to fight her way up pretty close during the first round, and now it was quickly down to 4 finalists, who all came out naked and with big hard ons, Jenn had never seen cocks this big in her life. They were all at least 8 inches long and thick, it made her wet just thinking about one of those inside of her.

Before they started dancing the guy closest to Jenn spotted her in her towel three rows back, seeing her massive cleavage from above and demanded her towel.

Jenn shook her head violently, but the guy kept insisting, and all three guys stopped dancing now waiting. They urged the other girls to help. Jenn yelled, “I can’t! I’m naked under here!” However that just made it much worse. The contestant yelled: “Get me that towel girls!” and to Jenn’s shock, girls around her started to pull at it!

Jenn wasn’t able to keep that towel for long as hands grabbed her from all around. The towel was ripped off her body as she was thrown around in the crowd. She would have been thrown to the ground if there was enough space for her to fall, instead she bounced around amongst the girls near her. The towel was thrown up onto the stage as everyone cheered.

This made the girls leave Jenn alone, she was more stunned than anything, she wasn’t at all embarrassed about being naked, she made no attempt to cover herself now that no one was grabbing, but still everyone was looking. She was just blown away that these strange girls basically assaulted her for her clothes. She felt violated. She just tried to keep her eyes on the stage, looking composed, but then shrieked as she felt something wet on her. Two girls leaned in on either side of her and gave each nipple a little kiss!

Just speechless, Jenn pull away, making her bare breats shake nicely. And thankfully, the real show was about to get going again. Jenn felt very awkward as her now naked body was rubbing up against girl’s bare skin in all directions. Her breasts pushed up against the girl’s back in front of her, a mass of people pushing forwards from behind. Girl’s bikini covered karaman escort breasts pressed against her as they all cheered with their arms in the air. It was a very weird and uncomfortable feeling for Jenn, but she couldn’t deny all the soft skin against her own didn’t feel nice.

Jenn didn’t care who it was, she just wanted one of those guys to fuck her. After the concert, she along with 50 other girls headed backstage. Jenn grabbed a towel from the area and put it on, but found it too small for her whole body, so she wrapped it around her waist and then the guy that had order her to strip approached her, wearing a towel around his waist.

“Hey, see you found another towel.”

Jenn laughed, not really giving a fuck what this guy said, she just wanted to fuck him. “You were good in that contest.”

“So were you, seeing you jump around naked in that crowd really got me turned on.”

“Mmmm, seeing you jump around naked on stage got me turned on.”

“I think I know something we can do then, common.”

He grabbed her hand “My name’s Don by the way.” He led her up the street away from the beach to a dark corner and ripped the towel off her body and pushed her up against a wall.

Jenn just moaned, eager to begin this experience. He crouched down and spread her legs wide as he split her pussy lips with his hand and began to flick his tongue over her already excited clit.

Jenn moaned appreciatively as she ran a hand through his hair, loving having this hot guy knelt down between her legs servicing her. However it didn’t take long before she said “Just fuck me, stick that big cock in me and fuck me hard!”

Don didn’t need to be asked twice, he stood up and let his towel fall to the ground as he stuck his thick, 8 inch dick inside Jenn’s eager pussy and then pinned her tightly against the rough brick wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Jenn loved the feeling of the big cock shoved into her tight pussy, it feel more full, every stroke just brought more intensity and pleasure to her body. She held him tightly around the neck as he rammed his cock into her as hard as he could, her back getting rubbed raw against the brick, but she didn’t even notice.

She was making a ton of noise, surely people blocks away could hear, but it was beyond control. She just loved the feeling of her pussy squeezing that big cock as it slid in and out, in and out, of her slick pussy. Then she could feel the orgasm almost there, her hands traveled to Don’s back and she dug her fingers in as she started to come, her pussy pulsating against his cock, but Don wasn’t done yet and even after Jenn’s orgasm he keep pounding her and Jenn was happy to hang on for the ride, until one final big thrust and a groan, Don came inside her and then stopped, leaving his cock deep inside her as he leaned into her for a bit of a rest before pulling out and setting Jenn down.

“That was awesome sexy. You’re fucking hot,” Dan said.

“Thanks, your big dick felt amazing in me, I’ve never had one that size before.”

“Check my back, did you draw blood?”

“Yeah, sorry, check mine, I’m sure those bricks cut me up.”

“Yup, that looks like it hurts.

“I bet it will tomorrow, I guess we’re even though.”

“Yeah, for sure, gimme your number, maybe we can get together sometime this week again.”

“Sure, bye Don.”

“Wait, I’m taking that towel. Thinking about you walking home naked after I fucked you gets me really turned on.”

“Fuck, I’ll do it. See ya.”

Jenn just took the most direct route home, it was some pretty main streets, but she didn’t care. Even though it was early in the morning when no one should he out, she got a ton of honks and a lot of other walkers stared or yelled across the streets. She passed some groups on the sidewalk going the other way and just smiled mostly as they said stuff to her, or she’d answer their questions politely.

A group of people were passing and the guys asked if she would be in their picture with them. She agreed and one of the girls with them took it. One guy then complimented her breasts and asked if he could give it a quick squeeze. Again, Jenn didn’t care and said it was fine.

He then asked if they could do another picture, but this time, him and a friend would each put a nipple of hers in their mouth. Again Jenn just agreed, they did it and had Jenn give a big smile and a double thumbs up.

The guy then asked if he could touch her pussy, which sounded fine to Jenn, she really saw no problem with her body as a source of pleasure for anyone at this point, but she felt this was going to take long so she said she had to go and no more incidents happened the rest of the short trip, except for the gawking stares of many people as she strolled through the hotel lobby and waited casually for an elevator.

She got in and stared back out as the doors closed, then headed home to find she was first in and showered and fell asleep.

Erin kars escort meanwhile was taken up to the offices where the bar manager wanted her all to himself, Erin was flattered and pleased with how turned on he was by her, he could pick from so many girls. Erin said she was exhausted and he could use her as he liked.

He grabbed her ankles and held them above her head and did as she requested.

Eventually he said he was about to cum and he moved up and came on her face, making her lick off whatever she could, getting any on her fingers and cleaning them, then given her towel back she was ordered back out wearing nothing but that towel and a face full of cum.

Melissa and Mandy were heading to the guy’s hotel room and they spent most of that trip teasing and challenging the guys, seeing what exactly they were getting into, it seemed like the guys would do whatever they said, which was amazing, normally it’s a turnoff to have some guys willing to just do whatever they said, but not tonight. It would be just right. The guys teased them back about walking along public streets in nothing but a towel, occasionally tugging at it when someone would pass by. The girls didn’t like that, not because they cared about someone seeing them naked, just that it felt less playful and more childish right now, but they didn’t care enough to object seriously. The guys they were flashing had probably had a better look not long ago.

They were both eager to be pampered by “love slaves” as they had christened them. They deserved it, they thought, after the great showing they had tonight. The felt like being worshipped personally would be a fitting end to the night.

When they got into the hotel rooms, it was 2 adjoined, they ordered the guys to shower them and get them clean.

So one guy took each girl into the shower, stripped down himself and washed her all over, from feet to face. Melissa was relaxing as this guy really went out of his way to do all the work for her, she eventually couldn’t help herself and started to stroke his cock softly as he worked.

“All clean.” he told Melissa, who let go of his dick.

“Yeah sorry stud, let’s get out of here.”

They then dried off the girls very well, as per their demands, they were then both carried to a different bed in the same room and laid down. It reminded Melissa of yesterday with Erin, but she was in control today and far more relaxed. Melissa rolled over onto her stomach and asked for a 6 hand massage, and Mandy was just rolling with what Melissa asked.

Melissa had one guy work on just her feet, another lower body and another on upper then ordered the same for Mandy.

It felt amazing, they both felt so relaxed, they were also kind of sobering up, not having drank for a few hours now, first time that had happened in a while.

They both just lay there and got totally relaxed as the guys, who all were decent masseuses worked them over.

Melissa the rolled over and spread her legs a bit to allow inner thigh access and they did the same thing, one guy worked her arms and sides while another did her thighs and the third guy stayed on her feet. She’d never had a guy give her a foot massage before, it felt very nice.

One of the guys then suggested that they pick the next activity, the girls agreed to give it a shot and they were told to close their eyes, they both then felt 3 different mouths and tongues all over their bodies, they were licking and kissing from neck to feet, slowly and erotically as they girls lay back, letting the amazing feelings run over them.

The girls loved this, frequently the guys would try to move on to something else but they were quickly ordered back to this, and they obeyed. After over an hour of being treated like sex queens they finally relented and allowed the guys to let it become more sexual.

Both girls felt their legs being gently parted more and now one guy was working on their neck and ears, kissing and biting and sucking, making the girls moan in pleasure, the 2nd was at their breasts, the third would run his fingertips softly over her inner thighs, also running trails of kiss down towards their pussies.

The guys at their pussies teased them for a long time, never actually touching them there as they were aching for it now. Then a gently touch of their lips even though the girls begged for more, until finally, simultaneously they both felt a tongue lick firmly all the way up their slit, causing them to cry in relief.

The pace quicken rapidly, now they both had two guys on their breasts, biting and sucking their nipples as the guy down low was busy working on their clits with his mouth and had inserted two fingers into their pussies.

Both girls quickly built up to orgasm, but the guys sensed it and backed off, slowing down, keeping them on the edge as they begged for more.

Both girls begged for release, but it wasn’t coming, they slowed down, bringing the girls off the brink kıbrıs escort and then quickly sped up again, frustratingly stopping as the girls were seconds away from going.

They continued doing this 5 times, changing positions to stay fresh, the girls now thrashing, desperate for release. They had to hold Melissa’s wrists as she kept trying to furiously rub her clit.

Melissa was begging for anything, “fuck me, lick my clit, finger me harder, put your cock in me.” she wailed randomly. She sure had changed from the timid, conservative girl of a few days ago. She’d had good, hot sex now, and she was addicted to the raw pleasure it provided.

Finally she saw the guy at her pussy pull her by the legs to the edge of the bed, he then slid his shorts off and put a condom wrapped dick into her pussy, Melissa moaned in approval and saw that Mandy was getting the same treatment, both of them still had two guys working on their breasts and neck area.

The guys in them went slow however, still not allowing them to cum, but going just fast enough to keep them near the edge. Melissa was crying out in frustration as she shook, her body covered in sweat and saliva.

The guy between her legs changed position a little so he was rubbing her clit as well as he started to fuck her hard. Melissa yelled and just held the two guys arms on either side of her, gripping tightly as she felt that orgasm finally coming.

And came she did, her whole body bouncing involuntarily, she could feel his cock filling her as she writhed on the bed, totally out of control of her own movements. She forced his dick out of her with a strong spasm of her pussy as she squirted again, hitting the guy with a spray of juice.

Mandy was soon after, not as violent as Melissa, but it was probably the best orgasm she’d ever had. Maybe she was just more reserved than Melissa, or exhausted, she’d had a crazy day. She tilted her head back, hands grabbed the guys upper arms beside her as her eyes rolled back in her head and she just felt wave after wave of pleasure totally consume her.

After Melissa had come down, which took like 2 minutes until she could totally relax her body again. The guy that was in her asked if she wanted more. “Oh god yes.” she whispered and he started to fuck her again, and Melissa saw Mandy was getting more too.

The guys each took a turn fucking the girls until they came, and all the girls had to do was lay there, eventually at the guys request they held their own legs up in the air at the knees.

When it was all over and all 6 guys had came, Melissa had came 7 times, Mandy 6, both were totally fucking exhausted.

Mandy, basically too tired to move then ordered them to rub her body lightly all over, so the girls laid back, eyes closed in a blissful state as the guys just lightly massaged them all over.

It felt like they were on an amazing drug, a feeling of ecstasy was in them, after what seemed like forever Mandy opened her eyes and leaned up a bit. “Wow, that was amazing guys, you’re the best. What time is it?”

“Holy shit, 7 am, you were pleasuring us for 5 fucking hours. Wow!” Mandy exclaimed.

“Unbelievable” Melissa mumbled, still in somewhat of a stupor.

“Well I guess let’s get going.” Mandy said.

“hmmm, yeah” said Melissa.

“Where’s our towels, I guess we’ll just wear those home.” Mandy said, not really caring.

So they each grabbed a towel out of the bathroom and wrapped them around their bodies, but two guys insisted they walk them home. The girls didn’t care, so with that the 4 of them departed and discussed the last night with great fondness.

When they arrived at the room the girls each gave 1 guy a long kiss and then removed their towels and collapsed into bed holding each other tightly, they were both freezing cold from walking naked in the brisk night air.

They awoke the next day with and met each other’s eyes with a sheepish grin to find they were still in a tight, naked embrace, Melissa’s face resting against Mandy’s shoulder, just above her breast, while they could each feel each others soft bodies pressed up tightly against each other. They could both feel each other’s heart beating along with their nipples against their own body.

Melissa softly moaned and pressed herself up tightly against Mandy against as she reacted by hugging her close, they both feel back asleep and stayed like that despite the other two girls making a ton of noise soon after going to get breakfast. They both also saw the two girls cuddling and joked but Mandy and Melissa were sound asleep as they laughed and made jokes about the two naked girls cuddled up together.

Returning from breakfast, Jenn and Erin shook Melissa till she acknowledged them. “You guys ready to get up yet? “

Melissa groggily shook her head no and re tucked herself into Mandy.

“Ok, we’ll just be shopping or at the beach or around, get in touch when your up. Have a good sleep lovebirds.

Still exhausted, and feeling incredibly secure Melissa just dropped her head back to Mandy’s chest and fell right back to sleep.

While they slept the other 2 just browsed the shops around them, had some ice cream and just relaxed basically, finally at like 2 pm they got a text from Melissa “Lunch?”

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Sometimes as a writer people ask you for a follow up story but often when a story is written a stand alone that is very difficult. When I wrote ‘Smile for the Camera’ it was always intended as a stand alone story and I have been asked about a part 2. In an idle moment while running a thought occurred to me, which as my run continued the thought grew. This is the result, I would suggest you read Smile for the Camera for background but I think this should also stand up on it’s own

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“Please,” pleaded Pete, as he spoke to his wife Sophie on Skype, “just a little flash of your sweet pussy…”

“No Pete,” Sophie replied.

“What about your boobs then,” Pete asked persistently. “If it was Helga you would, and you are miles away, and I miss you so much.” Pete tried to flutter his eyelids which didn’t really work, with his rugged blonde hair and stubble, and his well defined physique.

“You miss sex you mean,” Sophie laughed, “and you just want to get yourself off. Anyway I have a ton of work to get through before the morning, so you will just have to amuse yourself, or play with yourself, until I get home on Friday.”

With that Sophie blew a kiss and closed the connection.

Pete stared at the blank screen for a moment then smiled, as he recalled how he had first talked his wife Sophie into camming, which culminated in a hot masturbation session with a Norwegian lesbian named Helga.

Helga never knew Pete was watching, and since that first time, Sophie had connected on Skype and performed for Helga, as Pete watched from behind the screen. Afterwards the sex between them was electric, and he had encouraged Sophie to go further and meet with Helga, but she always declined, saying she was happy just performing on cam.

Pete knew from checking the records that she had spoken with Helga on at least two occasions when he wasn’t there, but had kept that information to himself.

A few hours later, after fixing himself a light dinner, Pete sat idly flicking though porn sites, pulling gently at his semi-hard thick cock, as the scenes rolled across the screen. He even toyed with a cam site at one point, to view only, of course, but found them disappointing, since all they really wanted was money. “Pity Sophie wouldn’t appear on one those,” he muttered to himself, “with her body she would make a fortune.”

Closing his eyes, Pete pictured Sophie’s tall elegant frame, her 5′ 10″ body well defined from running & regular exercise. Her 36B breasts were still firm with no sag, and her dark brown nipples would harden when Pete licked them during lovemaking. Pete was just picturing her sweet pussy with that tiny strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair when the sound of the Skype call broke him from his dreams.

Surprised to see it was Sophie, he sat at the desk, concealing his now rampant cock, just in case she wasn’t alone. “Hi Pete,” Sophie’s voice purred as she looked into the screen, “have you missed me?”

Pete looked at his wife on screen and could tell by the red flush to her neck and cheeks she was clearly aroused, and Pete just stood so his cock pointed at the camera. “Mmmm,” moaned Sophie, “you are pleased to see me, aren’t you? Perhaps its time for your treat.”

With that, Sophie moved to the secondary cam that Pete had fitted to her laptop for when she was away, that she had fixed so it was pointing under the desk in her hotel room. Pete could see straight away that she was naked from the waist down, and as she opened her kilis escort legs, he could see she was clearly aroused. Her pussy lips were puffy and glistened with her juices, and as Pete started to pull on his hard cock he said, “Have you been touching, naughty girl?”

Pete saw Sophie’s delicate hands appear, her nails were immaculate, the soft pink nail polish recently applied. Her wedding & engagement ring flashed in the light, as with one hand she held her pussy lips apart to reveal her clit standing proudly, and gently flicked it with the first finger of the other hand. “Yessss,” Sophie purred, “I am so wet.”

“Were you thinking of Helga?” Pete asked, as he fisted his cock a little faster, feeling it harden to a steel rod in his hand.

Sophie didn’t reply, but just moaned her excitement into the mic, and Pete watched as she pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy, her pussy lips sucking at her fingers, as she slowly moved them in and out.

“Get your toy like you showed Helga,” Pete instructed, his excitement growing as Sophie’s hands moved away, giving him a wonderful view of his wife’s open pussy. The toy came into sight, a realistic pink cock shaped dildo, that was almost the same size as Pete’s 8 inches. He heard his wife’s moan of pleasure, as the dildo slid into her welcoming pussy, and as his excitement grew, he noticed something odd about her hands.

The hand holding the end of the dildo being pushed in and out of his wife’s pussy wasn’t Sophie elegant, pink nail varnished hand, but one that had bright red nail varnish. The hand that twisted the dildo making Sophie moan with pleasure had no rings adorning it, and in fact, he could see the start of an intricate tattoo at the wrist. At his exclamation of surprise, Pete heard a laugh fill the room that wasn’t Sophie’s, instead it was far more guttural.

“Helga?” Pete blurted out, and the camera switched to show the two women side by side, and Pete watched his wife’s face fold in pleasure, with Helga’s arm under the desk moving slowly. From the sounds that could be heard, and the look on Sophie’s face, Helga was obviously fucking her skilfully.

Helga smiled as she said, “Sophie and I have been talking regularly for a while now, and when she said she was in town, we arranged to get together.” Pete watched stunned, as Helga continued, “and for the last hour I have been licking your lovely wife’s cunt and she has orgasmed on my face. She tastes lovely doesn’t she Pete?” Helga inquired, as she licked her lips seductively.

Pete could only nod and stroke his aching cock, as he saw how her face glistened with his wife’s juices.

“Did you not think I knew you were watching?” Helga laughed. “To be honest, I didn’t at first, but then your lovely wife told me everything. You wanted to see us together, and now here we are. Do you like watching your wife being fucked?” Helga emphasized the word “fucked” by giving the dildo a sharp twist inside Sophie, making her groan with pleasure.

And then the screen went dead.

Pete couldn’t swallow his mouth was so dry, yet the thought and sight of his wife being with Helga was so exciting, he knew he daren’t touch himself, for fear of spilling his seed.

As he wondered what was going to happen next, he saw a Skype text message appear, with a link to a website. Pete eagerly clicked the link and found himself staring at the screen, which showed a rumpled hotel bed, and in the corner of the screen, was a red counter kırklareli escort box, boldly declaring the number of current viewers as 1 — Private Viewing.

A naked woman appeared on the screen. Pete recognized it was Sophie from her body, as her upper face was covered with a mask, to conceal her identity. Moving slowly, as if in a trance, she lay on her back on the bed facing the camera, with her knees pulled up and apart. She started to touch herself, unaware of who was watching, as it was a camera with no screen.

As with all of these cam sites, there was no sound, but there was a text chat option, for the viewers to comment and make suggestions. The chat box feature identified Pete as ‘Guest 265’, and he typed, “I love you baby.”

The reply came back quickly, which was clearly not typed by Sophie, as her hands were quite busy, “Enjoy the show!”

Pete then noticed the sign on the screen changed to ‘Public viewing.’

He watched his wife’s performance, open mouthed, as she worked two fingers of one hand in and out of her pussy, while rubbing her clit with the other. Just as she moaned and writhed in ecstasy, Pete glanced at the viewer counter, and saw it had risen to 15.

Other messages started to flash on the screen.

Guest 654: “Show us your tits!”

Guest 874: “Let’s see your ass.”

Pete watched as his wife complied with each command, cupping her breasts to the camera and rolling a nipple, then turning around and wiggling her bum.

Then Helga came into view, and unlike Sophie, she had no mask, and you could see the lust clearly written on her face. She turned toward the camera, and displayed the huge black strap-on jutting out from her hips, that she fisted like it was her real cock. There was no sound, but clearly Helga had issued a command, as Sophie moved to all fours, her head down and her ass high in the air.

Helga leaned over and typed, and “would you like to see me fuck my girlfriend?” appeared on the screen.

There was a stream of “yes,” “yes,” “yes!” responses, rolling across the screen, as the now 46 viewers expressed their approval.

Pete sat stunned, his rock hard cock still in his hand, as he saw Helga typing again.

“What about you, Pete?” was the message that appeared on the screen.

There were a few question mark responses from the other viewers, confused by the message, and no response from the still stunned Pete.

“She is married, her husband is one of the 73 people now watching…but it doesn’t matter, I am going to fuck her anyway.”

With that Helga moved to behind Sophie, holding the dildo with one hand, and putting her other hand on the middle of Sophie’s back. With a thrust of her hips, Helga drove the dildo deep into Sophie’s pussy, and by the ease in which it went in, it was obvious that she was soaked. Helga then grabbed Sophie’s hips and started to thrust ferociously into her from behind.

Pete could see the black dildo sliding in and out of his wife’s pussy, while she bucked and writhed in pleasure, clearly climaxing as Helga fucked her. Pete couldn’t stand it any longer, and his hand rapidly stroked his cock, sending long streams of his seed over the table and onto his keyboard, as he ejaculated harder than he had cum in awhile.

Pete may have been finished, but Helga was just getting started, as she withdrew the black dildo from Sophie’s soaking pussy, and fed the rubber cock into Sophie’s mouth.

Sophie’s sucked and karabük escort licked the shiny black cock, which glistened with her vaginal juices, until every drop was gone, and then licked her lips and smiled, like she wanted more. Again, another unheard command from Helga, and Sophie obediently moved to lie on her back, opening her knees wide apart.

Helga typed, “Once we get to treble figures for viewers, I have a special treat…I am going to fist her!”

People must have been texting friends, family and co-workers, as the viewer counter started to shoot up, until it passed 100, and the “Room Full” sign appear when it reached 150.

Pete could only stare at the screen, his heart pounding in his chest, as he watched Helga push one, then two fingers, into his wife’s open pussy. Soon, the two fingers were joined by a third, and then finally a forth.

The only sound in the room was Pete’s own breathing, but he could tell by the way his wife was writhing on the screen, she was in the heights of ecstasy.

Helga adjusted the camera, which zoomed in as she her folded her thumb into the palm of her hand, and started to push into Sophie’s body.

Sophie arched up off the bed pressing into Helga’s impaling hand, and suddenly it slipped inside. The screen filled with the image of the embedded wrist, with Sophie’s pussy juices bubbling around it. Sophie’s pink manicured nails pawed feebly at the wrist, finally wrapping around it, and pulling the hand deeper.

To his surprise, Pete found himself getting hard again, and started to work his cum coated cock, as Helga moved her hand in and out of his wife’s pussy.

Pete was on the brink of cumming for a second time, when the screen went blank.

“Show’s over,” read the screen, as Pete slumped down into his chair, still trembling from the display he had just witnessed.

Still trying to catch his breath, and get his heart rate back to normal, he was startled by the ringing of the Skype call, eagerly clicked accept on the image of Sophie. Instead of his wife’s pretty face, however, Pete was greeted with the smiling face of Helga, grinning at him like the Cheshire Cat.

“Did you enjoy the show, Pete?” She asked sarcastically.

“Amazing!” stammered Pete.

“And are you wondering where your wife is now?” queried Helga, her smile getting bigger and broader.

Before Pete could reply, she switched to the under the desk cam, which showed Sophie’s head buried between Helga’s thick thighs. Helga’s grin transformed to a look of sheer ecstasy, which made it clear that Sophie was licking her pussy.

Helga switched the cam again, and stared at Pete with a twinkle in her eye. “Now you will watch me cum as your pretty wife licks my pussy?”

Pete’s cock was now at full attention again, and he started to work his hand over the head as he stood.

Helga laughed and said as she stroked Sophie hair, “Your husband is masturbating while watching you lick my pussy, does that excite you?”

Sophie’s reply was muffled, but from the way Helga moaned, Pete knew that she had renewed her efforts on Helga’s pussy.

Helga’s face screwed up and contorted, as her orgasm overtook her body. Knowing that it was his wife’s tongue that was causing this sent Pete over the top again, and his cock spurted jets of liquid over the table he had only recently cleaned.

Helga moaned and yelled, as she squirted into Sophie’s mouth, gripping her hair tightly before collapsing in the chair in post orgasmic bliss.

Sophie peeked out from under the desk and smiled, as she saw her husband in his chair, with his deflating cock still dripping cum.

“Speak tomorrow love?” she enquired.

“Looking forward to it my love,” Pete replied, looking at his wife’s glowing face, covered with Helga’s juices.

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My name is Roxanne. I’m 23 years old. I have shoulder-length auburn hair, green eyes, and a body I’m proud of. I work out to keep fit and trim and Mother Nature has done her part for me as well, gracing me with a figure that turns a lot of heads. Want numbers? Okay. I don’t think the numbers are as important as how a woman carries them, but for those who get off on numbers, mine are 35-25-36 and my bra, when I wear one, is a B cup. I usually just wear a cotton top under my blouse or sweater instead. I’m 5’6″ tall and weight 120 pounds.

When I was 21, I had a boyfriend named Rick who was as fond of showing me off as I am of showing myself off. I love to tease. Always have. I suppose some people might have a problem with this. Sometimes I have a problem with it myself and tell myself to stop. But I can’t for very long. It’s just the way I’m wired, I guess. Well, there are worse vices.

I’m what you would consider an ‘innocent’ tease. I don’t go out pantyless in tiny skirts or wear blouses unbuttoned to my waist. I believe it’s a bigger turn-on for guys when they get a glimpse of something they think they’re not supposed to be seeing, so I always try to give them that impression. When I undress in front of a window, the shade is always partially pulled down so it doesn’t look like I’m trying to be seen. I don’t sit in restaurants in a dress with my legs spread wide. I’m subtle. I’m restrained. When you catch a glimpse of my inner thigh you will always believe it was a total accident. You will never suspect I meant for it to happen. I just find it sexier that way.

Rick knew all about me because I told him one night when we were drunk. Otherwise, he never would have known. The night we met he caught a brief ‘accidental’ glimpse down my shirt and couldn’t stop thinking about me afterwards. Anyway, once the truth was out, he admitted that the idea of me letting other guys catch glimpses turned him on and we began to fantasize about scenarios we could use that would show me off and yet maintain my innocence. He agreed that guys enjoyed glimpses of nude innocence much more than glimpses of lewdness. I’m not saying that all guys would agree with us. To each his own. Anyway, it was the day that Rick met the son of one of our neighbors that this story really begins.

The kid’s name was Sam. He was 18 and starting his junior year. Very cute, great body, sweet. I’d seen him mowing the lawn and taking out the trash but had never spoken to him. Neither had Rick until that day when Sam and a friend were playing frisbee and it drifted into our yard. Rick flipped it back, they started to talk, and the rest is history, as they say. They became friends of a sort, in the way that 23-year-old guys and 18-year-old guys can be friends. Not really close, you know, but they played some Ultimate Frisbee together, some hoops, did some biking; that sort of thing. Often there were other friends of Sam’s included.

So, one weekend afternoon I was out on the deck sunning and reading when Rick came home from riding early along with Sam and two of his friends. He didn’t usually bring them to our house and he usually stayed out longer so I was completely surprised when I heard them come in the front door. I was lying out on the lounger in a somewhat modest two-piece bathing suit and decided the best thing to do was stay where I was. I didn’t want to go into the house dressed like that and run into a roomfull of men. I wasn’t thinking that way at the time. I was just thinking about relaxing. Showing off just didn’t even occur to me.

But they all came out on the deck and joined me, first Rick to say ‘hi’ and then shortly after Sam and then his two friends. I’d met Sam by then, and he’d always acted like a real gentleman, polite, well-spoken, not the kind of kid who stares at your chest while he’s talking to you. But, then, he’d never seen me in a bikini before. Rick noticed right away that the boys’ radar had been activated and before I knew it he had invited them all to sit down at the table which was right across from my lounger. They were happy to oblige, and the three of them sat there sipping their sodas and ogling my breasts while we all pretended to be talking. It was a bit of turn-on for me, but it was not my ideal turn-on situation. The whole thing was a bit obvious and I felt a little too self-concious to really be able to relax and enjoy it. But it got me thinking, and Rick too, and that’s when we began talking about various scenarios that could we enjoy more.

We launched stage one a week later. Rick invited Sam and the other two guys (Dave and John) to go to the movies with us, but at the last minute I begged off complaining of a headache. While they were gone, I bathed, shaved, powdered, shampooed, moisturized, perfumed,etc. You know. The works. I wanted to look my best. Then I put on a pair of plain white panties cut high on my hips, and a cotton dress that buttoned all the way from hem to collar leaving just a few buttons undone. gebze escort And that was it. Then I turned on the TV and lay down on the living room couch and waited. When I heard the key in the door I lay my head down on the throw pillow, made sure my long hair was neatly arranged and that the hem of my dress was resting just above my knees and shut my eyes. Then I heard them come in. Rick had brought all three boys home, just as we had planned.

“Oh, look, she fell asleep on the couch again,” Rick whispered.

“Should we leave?” Sam asked.

“No, no, that’s okay. She probably took one of her headache pills and when she does that, she’s out cold for eight hours. She’ll never know we’re here. Just keep your voices down.”

They tiptoed past and into the kitchen where I heard them opening beers.

“Just don’t tell your folks I gave you any,” Rick told them. They all assured him that their parents were okay with them having occasional beers as long as they weren’t going to be driving and that night all they had to do was walk next door because they were all staying at Sam’s house.

I had to lay there a while feigning sleep and trying to not get too bored before Rick brought them back into the living room to watch a video. “This is the only TV we’ve got, except for the little one in the bedroom,” he said. “As long as we keep the volume down, she’ll sleep right through.”

And so they sat. The way the room was set up, the TV was right next to the couch and across from it were the two easy chairs we usually sat in when we watched. Rick brought out two more chairs from the kitchen and set them on either side of the easy chairs so that all four of them were not only facing the TV, they were facing me as well. Finally, I was going to get to have a little fun.

After they’d been sitting there for about five minutes, I rolled onto my side facing away from them and as I did I brought my top knee up towards my waist, pulling the hem of my dress partway up my thigh. I had to wait a while in this position and as I was turned away from them, I took the opportunity to unbutton the top three buttons of my dress down to the top of my breasts. Then, after waiting an appropriate amount of time I rolled back over onto my back, and, acting like I couldn’t get comfortable, tossed and turned a little more and ended up on my opposite side, facing them. With my eyes closed, I couldn’t see just how high my dress had ridden up my legs, but I guessed it was up a good eight inches above my knees, and with my top 3 buttons undone, the top of my dress was open just to the tops of my breasts. I groaned as if I were dreaming.

“Sorry about that,” Rick said. “She must be having a dream.”

“No worries, man,” Sam answered and the other two boys agreed.

“I do love watching her when she sleeps, though,” Rick said. “She looks so innocent.”

“Yeah,” they muttered.

“And, confidentially,” Rick added, “I love looking at her body too. Not that I’m not supposed to. She’s my girlfriend. But sometimes I get the feeling that she isn’t totally comfortable with me looking at her. When we make love, you know, she usually likes to keep the lights off. So, you know, sometimes when she’s asleep. Well, you get the idea.”

“No, hey, that’s cool,” Sam said. “Some chicks are like that.”

“Yeah, and, frankly, I figure what she don’t know can’t hurt her anyway. Though why she would be ashamed of that body is beyond me.”

“I hear you,” Sam said.

“You guys ever have a girlfriend?” Rick asked. They went around the room. Sam had and claimed he’d had sex regularly with his last one. Dave said he’d had sex a few times but had never gone “all the way” with a girlfriend and John admitted that he was still a virgin and had never had a girlfriend. I think they were a little younger.

“Ever seen a woman naked?” Rick asked John. They all laughed nervously.

“Not in real life,” John answered. “Unless you count my cousin Debby when we were four.” They all laughed nervously again.

“Well, you don’t know what you’re missing,” Rick said. “You got to get yourself some.” The other two boys ragged on John for a while.

“Don’t you think Roxanne’s got a great body?” Rick asked.

“Shit, yeah,” Sam said. “From what I’ve seen, I’d say she’s just about perfect.”

As if on cue, I chose that moment to roll back onto my back and as I did I raised one knee – the one furthest from them – so that my dress would slide further down my thigh. I wasn’t facing them, so they couldn’t see up, but it felt like my raised leg was exposed almost up to my hip.

“Whoops!” Rick said. “There goes nothing. I guess I should fix her dress.” He stood up. Then he hesitated.

“That is…”

“What?” said Sam.

“Well, I was just thinking. It’s like I said before, what she don’t know can’t hurt, you know. And believe me, she is out. What do you say we let her sleep like this a while longer while we have gümüşhane escort another beer? That is, if nobody objects.”

Needless to say, nobody objected. Sam offered to go get the beers and he had to walk past the end of the couch to get to the kitchen. As he passed by my feet, he paused.

“Jesus,” he said. “Nice legs.” Dave and John jumped up immediately and joined him down at the end of the couch. With my one knee raised and my other leg flat on the couch and the hem of my dress slid up to my hip, there was a lot of my flesh showing although I wasn’t sure if they could see all the way up to my panties or not.

“Nice,” Dave said.

“Jesus,” John moaned. “She is so hot.”

Rick got up and walked over and looked. “Yeah, I love looking at her legs. I try to get her to wear shorter skirts but she’s too shy. I tell her she’s got the nicest legs I’ve seen, but she won’t believe me. They’re really soft too,” he said, as he said this he reached over and touched my raised knee and then ran his hand down my thigh. I moaned and moved my leg just a bit and they all giggled.

“Fucking hot,” Dave said. “You’re a lucky bastard.”

“Yeah, I know,” Rick said, and he ran his palm down the inside of my thigh, this time making sure to fully uncover my other thigh as well. “When I have these two creamy thighs wrapped around me, I’m in fucking heaven. Who wants another beer?”

They all did, and Rick left them there to stare at my naked legs while he went into the kitchen.

“Jesus,” John said. “I can see a little bit of her panties.”

“Shhh,” Sam said and then I heard them giggling as he reached over, took the hem of my dress carefully in his fingers and raised it a little higher so that my panty-covered crotch was exposed.

“Fuck!” Dave giggled.

“Fuck is right,” Sam said. “I’d fuck that anytime. Those thighs are so creamy, I’d love to shoot my load all over them. Wrap them around my head and lick that pussy.”

“Shhh, he’s coming back!”

Rick brought back the beers and they all sat back down but they weren’t even pretending to watch the movie anymore. They were watching me, waiting for me to change positions or something and as they did they started to trade stories about hot girls they’d known, girls they’d had sex with, hot girls in movies, strip clubs they’d been to, and on and on. Rick kept the conversation on sex, getting them more and more worked up.

Just then, I groaned again and shifted position so I was facing away from them again and stretched out both my legs. My dress had ridden almost up to my waist partially exposing my panties in the rear.

“She’s got a great ass,” Rick said.

“Can’t see a whole lot of it,” Sam said.

“Yeah, you’re right. We can fix that though.” He came over to the couch and slowly raised my dress some more, exposing my whole panty-covered ass. “Now what do you think? Nice, huh?”

“Sweet,” John said.

“Highly biteable,” Sam added. They all laughed.

“Hey,check this out,” Rick said, and he took the legband of my top leg and pulled it towards my butt crack, exposing half my ass to the boys. “Nice skin, huh.”

“Jesus,” Sam said. “Can you do the other side, too?”

“I’ll try.” He reached under my hip, grabbed the bottom elastic of my panties and pulled it up until it too was buried between my butt cheeks. Now, for all intents and purposes, my ass was completely exposed.

“Nice!” I heard Sam come over and stand next to Rick. “It looks like she’s wearing a G-string. She could be an exotic dancer with an ass like that.”

Dave chimed in, “Yeah, man. Fuck yeah!” The second beers were loosening them up.

“Jesus. I’d like to see that from the front,” John piped up. “I’d give anything to see that from the front.”

“I think we can arrange that,” Rick said. “But I think we should get her upstairs so we can get her into her bed after that. She looks like she’s going to get a chill like this.”

They all agreed and offered to help carry me, but Rick said the best thing to do was for them to go upstairs and wait in the other bedroom while he woke me and walked me upstairs. He promised them that I’d fall back asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow and they could see my G-string from the front before he tucked me in. They disappeared up the stairs, whispering and giggling.

“How you doing?” Rick whispered as he bent over and kissed me on the lips. “Having fun?”

“The best!” I whispered back and I let him lead me up the stairs while I pretended to be sleepwalking and mumbling.

I lay down on our bed on my back with my feet resting on the floor and the hem of my dress half way up my thighs. He unbuttoned another button so that my cleavage was exposed and arranged my hair to partially cover my breasts.

“How far you want to go?” Rick whispered.

“I don’t know. I’m feeling pretty hot. I’ll follow your lead and if I get uncomfortable I’ll just start mumbling izmir escort and that will be your cue to stop.”

“Okay. I love you,” Rick said and he bent down to kiss me again. Then he called the boys in from the other bedroom. They appeared in a flash.

“Okay. Where were we?” Rick asked.

“G-string?” John whispered.

“Oh,yeah, right. Let’s see.” He knelt down and slid his hands up under my dress and under my butt and tugged my panties up into my crack. Then he came around front and made sure my lips were still covered. He rubbed me there for good measure.

“Can’t we see what you’re doing?” Sam asked.

“Now, now. Don’t get greedy. I’m just making sure nothing’s showing that shouldn’t be showing. Okay, ready. You guys ready?” They said they were. They were standing in a semi-circle right over my prone body. Rick put hand on each of my knees and started sliding them up the tops of my thighs pushing the dress up. When he got to my panties he paused for dramatic effect and then continued, sliding his palms over my hips and up onto my abdomen, pushing the dress further up. Now I was deliciously exposed from the waist down except for my little white panties that were bunched into my butt crack and which he had neatly arranged to make sure my lips were still covered in the front.

“Can you roll down the waistband a little, just so it looks more like a real G-string?” Sam asked.

“I guess,” Rick said, and he took the waistband in his fingers and rolled it down over my hip bones until only my pubic hair was hidden from view.

“Jesus, that’s fucking beautiful,” Dave said.

“She does have fantastic thighs,” Sam agreed.

“Here, let’s get her turned around and all the way up onto the bed,” Rick said. “Somebody get her feet.” I felt two hands gently take my feet while Rick knelt down on the bed next to me and put his arms beneath my waist and my thighs. “Ready, go.” He lifted while they swung my legs around so that now I was lying flat on my back in the center of the bed.

“Thanks,” Rick said. “See how soundly she’s sleeping. Those fucking pills really put her out.”

“Sleeping beauty,” Sam said.

“Yeah. I never get tired of looking at her.”

“What color’s her bush?” Sam asked. “Is she a natural brunette.”

“All natural. I guess I can show you a little bit.” He sat down on the bed next to my legs and rolled the waistband of my panties down further exposing some of my pubic hair.

“Nice!” Sam said. “I love a woman’s mound, man. To me it’s like their sexiest part. You like mounds, John?”

“Huh?” John sounded hypnotized.

“You like mounds?”

“What’s a mound?”

“What’s a mound? Fuck. Come on. Tell me you know what a fucking mound is.”

“You mean her cunt?”

“Ugh! Will you listen to this ignorance? Rick, are you hearing this? Show him her mound, man.”

“I already am. Half of it anyway.”

“Come on, man. Show him the whole thing. We can’t let him remain this ignorant. It’s our duty.”

“I don’t think I should.”

“Come on, man. Another inch or so. What’s the difference. You can still keep her hole covered.”

“Okay, but just for a minute.” John took hold of the waistband of my panties and instead of rolling it as he had before, this time he knelt down in front of me between my legs and tugged down on them, pulling them out of my crack. He uncovered my entire mound and a little bit more, reaching underneath me and tugging the panties out from beneath my butt. Then he rolled them down a little bit more so that essentially they were like this narrow belt of white cotton wrapped around upper thighs just below my crotch.

“There’s a mound for you. This right here,” he said, and as he did he ran his palm over my mound, petting it. “Soft hair too.”

“Jesus,” John moaned.

“In-fucking-credible,” Dave said. “That is fucking gorgeous.”

“Yeah, I know,” Rick said. “Listen, I’m going to go get her nightgown. We can’t leave her like this all night. I’ll be right back.” He went off to the bathroom.

“Unbelievable!” John said. “Her thighs are fucking incredible. I want to bite them so bad.”

“I want to run my tongue up those thighs and bury it in her hole,” Sam said.

“I just want to see that hole,” Dave said. “What do you think? Think he’ll let us?”

“Let’s just see here,” Sam said, and I felt fingers take a hold of my panties and slide them down lower. “Now we’ll just spread these pretty knees a little more.” He put a hand on each of my knees and pushed them apart. They couldn’t spread very far because the panties were holding them together.

“I think if we get down here.” He was half-lying on the bed with his head between my knees and he was trying to pull my panties to one side to expose my lips. “There’s her lips.” The other two leaned down on either side of my thighs and peered up between them.

“Oh, man, they’re so puffy.”

“I think they’re swelling up because this is making her hot.”

“What are you talking about? She’s sleeping.”

“Never heard of wet dreams?”

“Do chicks have wet dreams?”

“Of course chicks have wet dreams, asshole. Jesus!”

“Fuck, I can smell her. She smells so hot.”

“Shhhh! He’s coming back.”

to be continued…

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This is the fourth part in a series. It is recommended that you read the whole story in sequence.

It is a long and slow moving tale. It is not the type of story filled with rampant sex, It has a has a slow erotic build. It is based on real events and only the names have been changed to protect the guilty.

*

Tuesday Night Party

Karen and I walked through the camp just as it was growing dark. It was a wonderfully warm evening and Karen had left her sarong behind, but we both carried towels. Karen had tied her hair up nicely and was wearing makeup and black g-string type panties — It was after all, she said, a party. I of course was naked.

Although she had not taken the plunge into full nudity yet, she was more than comfortable with baring her large breasts by now, and tonight she looked even better as the g-string hid nothing of her bum. Her buttocks were very round, very full and for her age they sat incredibly high. As she walked they rolled with each step in a beautifully fluid motion.

“So, Little Brother,” she asked me. “What goes on at a nudist BBQ?”

“I dunno,” I answered. “Same as any other BBQ I guess. Drinks, lots of yakking and some poorly cooked food.”

“As long as they don’t burn your sausage,” she laughed. “But judging from what we have seen of Val and Rod I think it might be a bit more than your average BBQ.”

“What do you mean?”

“Didn’t you notice what they wore today?” she asked. “Val had jewelry on her nipples and Rod was wearing a cock ring!”

“So?”

“So I think they might be swingers or something,” she said.

“Oh, I doubt that,” I said. “Not at their age.”

“Ha, age has nothing to do with it,” she said. “And it stands to reason that a place like this must attract some swingers at least.”

“Possibly,” I stopped and put my hand on her shoulder. “Remember what I said. It still stands. If you are EVER uncomfortable here we can pack up and go.”

“I’m fine,” she smiled. “Really. It’s like Val said; Nudism is about freedom. And I am starting to feel that way. I choose what to show or not show, and what to see and not see. I’m not going to run off like a frightened schoolgirl, I just set my own limits.”

Again I was amazed, and proud of how comfortable she had become with naturism in only two days. We walked on through the twilight, hand in hand.

“Are you and Vicky?” she suddenly asked

“Are we what?”

“Swingers,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Not exactly,” It was not a subject I really wanted to get into. My wife Vicky and I had ‘soft swung’ with good friends on several occasions, but the hard-core orgy scene was definitely not for us.

“What does ‘not exactly’ mean?” Karen laughed

“It means ‘ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies'” I replied. “Ask Vicky if you want to know. I’m no squealer.”

We soon found Val and Rod’s cabin. They had rented one slightly larger than ours with a huge deck filled with large outdoor sofas and tables. The deck faced away from the camp with a stunning view of the hills rising beyond the river. Soft lights glowed around the edge of the deck and candles on the tables added a warm glow. Val squealed a hello at the sight of us and raced down the wooden steps to kiss us in greeting. She too had her hair neatly done up and in addition to the rings that circled her nipples she was now wearing a silver belly button stud that had a tiny chain hanging from it.

Rod, standing at the BBQ with a short apron covering his groin, waved his tongs at us. Trev was standing next to him sipping a beer while Karl was helping Deb sort out some salad at the table in the centre of the deck.

I handed over the obligatory bottle of red to Val and we climbed up to the deck.

Deb came forward to kiss us hello. “Excuse the hands,” she said. “Covered in garlic and onion at the moment. Stinky.” She laughed. I was surprised to see that her lovely golden thatch of pubic hair was now totally gone, making her pussy mound look even rounder and softer. I shook hands with Karl and accepted a beer offered by Trev.

Val fussed around Karen, putting a glass of wine in her hand and leading her to a large three-seater sofa.

“C’mon Deb.” She called. “Put your feet up. It’s a barbecue so let the men do all the work.”

Rod had it all in hand so we other three men just stood around him and talked the sort of inconsequential chat that men do at barbecues, with the occasional comment on cooking to show that we were all masters of the tongs when we had to be. Rod had marinated chicken pieces, some exotic sausages, lamb cutlets and scotch fillet steak. All looking and smelling great and all timed to perfection so that all of it could come to the table at the same time.

“No standing on ceremony,” Rod said as we ferried the meat to the table. “Whack it all in the middle and just grab what you fancy.”

We sat around the large table. Karen was on my right and Val on my left. Deb and Trev sat opposite us. At each end of the table sat Rod and Karl – Rod closest van escort to Karen and Karl at Val’s corner. I wondered if they had arranged it that way to keep Karl away from my sister?

The meal was a huge success. We ate slowly and the conversation flowed around the table. Trev had a fund of funny stories to tell and we were all laughing and feeling very comfortable with each other.

Eventually at a lull, Val suddenly said to Karen; “So, day two and you are looking pretty comfy with naturism. Well done, you!”

“Mm,” laughed Karen. “Not that comfortable, I still keep my knickers on!”

“Oh, who cares?” said Rod, “We are just happy that you are comfortable with OUR nudity.”

“I think it’s great,” said Karen. “And if we ever meet away from here I think it might feel weird to see you guys with clothes on. I will always think of you as naked.”

“We look much older with our clothes on,” said Val. “Another advantage of naturism for us. And Rod is right, you keep your knickers on if you want- it’s your choice, always remember that.”

“Well I had no plans to even go topless this week,” said Karen. “As for the bottom half — I didn’t actually prepare that area.”

“Prepare?” asked Karl

“Oh, you know,” said Karen, a little flustered. “Trim, I’m afraid it’s a little too bushy down there right now.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” said Deb. “That too is personal choice. I got rid of my landing strip today just as a special treat for Trev.” Deb stood up and ran her hands down her belly to emphasize how smooth she now was.

“Its true,” smiled Trev. “I do like the shaven haven now and then.”

“Quite a treat for the rest of us too!” said Rod.

Deb laughed and thrust her hips forward and all the rest of us at the table, even Karen, leant forward a little to admire her freshly shaven pussy. With the thick yellow hair totally gone we could see that although her pussy lips were very small and hidden by her chubby flesh, her clitoral hood was pronounced and only slightly darker than the surrounding skin. And in the middle, just the tiniest hint of a coral pink clitoris tip showed through

“Very pretty,” said Val

“Wonderful,” breathed Karl

“You’re a lucky man Trev,” said Rod.

Karen and I really had no comment to make, but we both smiled at Deb as she sat down again.

“I think I would definitely need to resort to the razor before I went nude,” said Karen after some thought and she looked down and idly ran her finger under the front of her g-string leg. It was the leg closest to me and I glanced down to see the crease where leg joined pelvis. Thick black curly pubes rippled under her finger as she ran it along the edge of her mound. She caught me gazing at her and made a funny face before snapping the elastic and closing off the view once more.

For the next half hour we all sat around and discussed pubic hair and the arguments for and against and each one’s personal preference, and for all that we may have been discussing ordinary hairstyles rather than what we liked to see on our genitals.

Val and Rod were confirmed ‘smoothies’. Mainly they said because at their age they preferred it to grey pubic hair. Karl was ‘all natural’ as he had a lot of body hair and if he tookoff the pubes it would look odd and he would have to go the entire ‘back, sack and crack’ which was too much trouble. Deb was either a ‘landing strip’ girl or totally bare, depending on the mood. Trev kept his balls smooth (for Deb) and only manscaped a little now and then, preferring to keep some hair but definitely not on the shaft of his penis.

” I can’t figure you out, Tim,” said Val, looking down at my dick.

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t seem to have much pubic hair, but you don’t look like you do much shaving either.”

“Oh, mostly natural, ” I said, “My hair is blonde and very fine so I have never had much hair there.”

“I see,” she said. “Your balls look smooth but they are not.” She ran her hand up my leg and cupped my balls. Karen looked on wide-eyed. Val’s warm fingers grabbed and twirled the fine blonde hairs on my scrotum and then ran her fingers over the mound above my cock and through the slightly thicker hair there.

“Oops,” she laughed. “Quick Karen, get him a napkin — a big one!” Val’s touch had brought me to almost full erection and I was struggling to move my chair and hide it under the table.

Karen passed me a large cloth napkin and I draped it over my hardening cock to hide it.

“Sorry,” I said, more to Karen than anyone else.

Karen was silently looking down at my still hard cock, now thankfully hidden by the cloth.

“Oh no,” said Val. “It’s my fault. I am sorry Karen.”

“It’s OK, ” said Karen. “I am sure these things happen. In fact that is one of the things about Nudism that I can’t quite get my head around.”

“Oh? How so?”

“I mean comparing you to textiles,” Karen explained. “Men get erections all the time. If we were at clothed barbecue, any number of men could yalova escort sit around the table with erections and hide them. But your ‘no erection’ rule must be very difficult to maintain for most men I am sure.”

“Well, its more of a guideline than a rule,” said Trev with a smile.

Deb punched his arm. “Shut up, you”

“I see your point,” said Rod. “But at a clothed barbecue people would not accept unwanted sexual advances, would they? Most nudists see unwanted erections as sexual aggression — unwanted erections that is.”

“Unwanted is an interesting question,” said Karl. “It supposes that a man must only become erect when it suits the woman. I for one can tell you that a great many of my erections are entirely spontaneous and beyond my control.”

“Oh I think you can control it if you try,” said Deb.

“Why should we have to do all the trying? asked Trev. “Easy for you women to say. You don’t know what it’s like. And besides, you can lay around the pool and be as horny as you like and it doesn’t show.”

“Oh it shows,” countered Deb, “You just don’t know how to look for the signs.”

“Well,” said Karen. “I feel a little sorry for the men, like poor Tim here.” She put her arm on my shoulder. “Men statistically have erections 10 to 15 times a day. That means that if your average nudist male has no erections he is nothing like the rest of the male population.”

“Wouldn’t bother me if they did,” said Val. “But rules are rules.”

“Guidelines,” said Trev, to a round of laughter.

“So you don’t feel that an erection in this context is aggressive Val?” asked Karen.

“More research sis?” I asked.

Karen explained to the others that she was indeed seriously thinking about writing a paper on naturists, and that all their opinions were of great interest to her.

“OK,” said Val. “For the most part no. Unless a guy is hiding in the bushes masturbating — and very few nudists would do that — I find erections attractive and flattering. Just because a guy has a hardon doesn’t mean he is going to jump my bones.”

“But the intention is there,” said Deb.

“No,” explained Val. “The attraction is there — not the intent. ‘Control’ as you put it before is about controlling your actions. Tim had an erection just now but he did not stand up and throw me on the table and ravish me did he?”

“Damn good thing he didn’t,” said Rod. “That’s our best tablecloth!”

After the laughter died down Karen asked. “So, opinion is divided. Val has no problem with seeing erections but Deb is the opposite.”

“Hey I didn’t say that,” laughed Deb. “All I meant was a time and a place for everything.”

“Again,” said Karl. “It is the woman who gets to choose the time and the place eh?”

“And why not?” she asked.

“Not a matter of who chooses,” said Val.” It’s a matter of time and place. For example, here we are in a ‘private’ residence, there are no minors here, no textiles…”

“Karen’s a textile,” I suggested.

Val looked at me and went on. “No one to be offended as we are all friends, so here is a perfectly acceptable time and place for an erection. Or even a whole bunch of them.” She laughed. “But right now I have washing up to do. Back to reality.”

We all got busy helping clean up and as I helped Val take things inside the cabin I whispered: “Val, are you guys swingers?”

“Oh, ” she replied. “Maybe. Sometimes. Why?”

“It’s OK with me,” I said. “But can you please not freak out my sister?”

Val grabbed my hand and looked into my face kindly. “Relax. No one is trying to organize an orgy. And besides, it’s your sister that is asking all the questions. I think she is a lot more confidant and open than you give her credit for.”

“Yeah maybe,” I said. “But she is my sister and I brought her here and I feel responsible for her welfare.”

“Very admirable,” said Val. ” But I’ll say it again. We don’t believe in forcing anyone into anything. And if I think for a moment that Karen is at all uncomfortable, I will do something about it, OK? Now lets enjoy the rest of the evening, deal?”

“Deal.”

After tidying up we all sat back on the deck and enjoyed the red wine. Trev and Deb sat side by side on a small deep chair. Val sat between Karl and Rod on the large sofa and Karen and I shared a smaller sofa.

We were all quite mellow and relaxed by then and the conversation, though still pleasant, had grown more subdued.

Deb was sitting sideways on Trev’s lap and from where I sat I could see he was sporting an erection that was standing up and rubbing against her hip. His left hand was tracing circles around her bum, occasionally drifting in to let his fingers run slowly up the line of her pussy lips.

Karl had his left arm around Val’s shoulder while Rod rested his right hand on the top of her left thigh.

Karen and I sat apart, but leaning forward, elbows on knees as we sipped our wine and chatted.

“So after all that debate,” Karl said to Deb. “You still think this is çorlu escort not the time or the place eh?”

“What do you mean?”

“From here,” said Karl, “we can tell Trev is excited but you are doing your best to hide it.”

Rod laughed: “Leave them alone Karl. Young lovers is what they are.”

“I was hiding it from Karen,” said Deb. “I’m sure she would not appreciate Trev flashing his boner at her.”

“She might,” said Karl. “Did you ask her?”

“No, and I am not about to.”

“I will then,” said Val. She turned to Karen. “No one is asking you to accept anything, Pet. But would it offend you?”

Karen put her head to one side and thought a moment. “No,” she said. “I really think it wouldn’t.”

“Hey do I get a say in this?” laughed Trev.

“Nope,” said Deb. And with that she swung her legs around to sit beside him and reveal his cock, standing up short but incredibly thick with a very tapered head. She grabbed it by the base and wiggled it. “Whose a naughty boy, then?” she giggled.

Karen laughed at the sight of it and immediately apologized. “Sorry Trev,” she said. “I wasn’t laughing at you –just at the situation.”

We settled back to chat again, but it was clear that Deb had no intention of removing her hand from Trev’s cock, and soon his own hand and snaked down and was gently stroking her pussy, opening the lips a tiny bit and now and again lingering on her clitoris.

On the other sofa, Karl’s hand was now over Val’s shoulder and he was softly kneading her breast, while Rod had moved is hand further up her thigh to cup and stroke her bald pussy.

It looked all very innocent and casual but I worried how far they might go, and at what point Karen would become offended.

“Are you OK?” Val asked her. “I don’t want anything to upset you. We are not going to start bonking in front of you, I promise. We just like a tiny bit of hanky panky — as my mother used to call it – at the end of the day.”

“No,” said Karen abstractedly. “No, I’m fine.” Her eyes were fixed on Karl, whose cock was now standing up in an erection the size that I — and I am sure Karen – had never seen before outside of porn. And seldom within porn for that matter. It must have been easily ten inches long and proportionately thick, rising straight up out of his thick black groin to reach past his belly button. His foreskin was half retracted to reveal a huge bulbous head, an angry purple in colour. I had no idea what Karen was thinking, but it damn near scared the life out of me.

Val followed Karen’s gaze down to the cock by her side, said “Ooohh,” and did what was possibly the most erotic thing I had ever seen. She draped one leg over Rod’s knee and the other over Karl’s, opening her pussy wide for us to see. Then she reached out and took each of their cocks in each hand and very very slowly wanked them.

“Damn Karl,” laughed Trev, “you are gonna give poor Karen nightmares.”

“Oh, I am harmless old man,” said Karl. “You all know that.”

Rod was actively running two fingers in and out of Val’s pussy by now. Trev had a finger in Deb and his thumb circling her clit, while she stroked his cock and reached under to play with his balls. Karl bent his head to take Val’s nipple into his mouth and she sighed and smiled over at Karen. Rod had a below average size cock which looked dwarfed compared to Karl’s, but Val paid them both the same attention, squeezing and running her hands from base to tip on each, although her left hand all but obscured Rod’s cock whereas her right hand seemed tiny wrapped around Karl’s giant shaft.

They were all breathing heavily now, and apart from sighs and giggles there was not much said. Karen and I sat transfixed. My own cock was rock hard and the tip was already wet with precum and I draped my towel over it to shield it from my sister’s eyes. Not that I needed have bothered. Her eyes were too busy taking in the scene around her. Deb caught my eye and with a gesture asked me to uncover my cock so she could see it. She had both heels up on the chair under her buttocks now and Trev had opened her slit as wide was he could and was pinching and kneading her clit. With her hand reached back behind her she was wanking Trev’s cock hard and fast as he kissed her throat and shoulders.

Karen was leaning further forward, gazing intently at Karl’s cock as Val’s hand slid up and down it. Karl now had is left hand on her pussy, flicking her clit with little taps while her husband drove his fingers deeper into her with circular motions.

Val had a seraphic smile on her face and would close her eyes again and again, only to open them and look over to Karen. It seemed that even in her high state of excitement she would not forget her promise to my sister.

Karen suddenly stood up and began to move toward their sofa. I panicked for a moment and tried to pull her back but she turned and smiled at me. “Don’t worry. I am not gonna DO anything.”

She knelt on the deck before the three of them, one hand resting on Val’s ankle as she drank in the scene.

Left alone I looked over to Deb and Trev who were clearly too engrossed in each other now to worry about others. I looked back to the main sofa and caught Val’s eye. She smiled, pursed her lips in a kiss at me and mouthed the words “Don’t worry.”

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Author’s Notes:

Just in case it wasn’t obvious before, this story is pure fantasy and bears no resemblance to any person or real-life events.

As usual, comments/feedback/votes are appreciated.

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Wednesday, 3 PM again and Nancy again volunteered to give Sherry a break.

Principal Roberts however knew how much Nancy enjoyed her public humiliation and made her beg to be allowed to volunteer. She was made to go kneel in front of Harvey, her nemesis, and beg to take Sherry’s place. And then she was made to kneel in front of Sherry and beg her for the privilege of taking her place.

Nancy did both the tasks flushed with shame and excitement. She was put through the paces again and spanked and teased and taunted.

Roberts was upset that Nancy had still not trimmed her bush.

After the spankings were over, he said, “Nancy, now you are going to be punished for not trimming your bush as promised. Sit back on this chair and drape your legs around the arms of the chair.”

Nancy gasped at the mental image of what she would look like spread out like that.

“Please, Sir. I will trim my bush before the next session. Don’t make me do this,” pleaded Nancy.

“It’s too late for that. You knew from your experience last time that you would get a de-merit for this and still stubbornly refused to comply. You did not have to volunteer and yet brazenly volunteered. I can only surmise from this that you secretly enjoy the added humiliation you incur because of this,” said the Principal astutely.

Nancy could not deny this and hung her head in shame.

“Well, Nancy? You are going to incur extra punishments for every minute you delay,” said Roberts.

Nancy rushed to the chair and sat in the gynecological position as directed. She looked at Sherry and from Sherry’s embarrassed face, realized the sight she must be presenting to all her colleagues. What had possessed her to volunteer today, she wondered.

“Now, beg your colleagues one by one to come and take a good look at your gaping pussy,” commanded the Principal.

Nancy started with her friend Sherry. And then Matt. She was terribly embarrassed at having her best friend’s lover see her exposed like this but Matt had the decency to keep a wooden expression and his turn passed quickly.

She saved the worst ones for the last.

“Principal Roberts, please come over and take a good look at my gaping pussy,” she begged.

Principal Roberts came over and Nancy was careful enough to maintain eye contact with him as he stared hypnotized by her completely exposed pussy.

“Next time, you come to a session without trimming your bush, we will shave it off in public,” said the Principal.

Nancy winced at that thought but continued with her ordeal.

“Jeff, will you please come over and take a good look at my shamelessly exposed pussy,” said Nancy.

And then it was Ernie. Finally, “Harvey, my arch enemy, will you come over and humiliate me by looking at my completely exposed pussy,” said Nancy.

Harvey came over and predictably rubbed in the humiliation by making her acknowledge the humiliation a few times.

“Are you shamelessly turned on by this and dripping wet?” asked Harvey.

“Come and see for yourself, Harvey sir,” said Nancy now wildly and openly wallowing in her own debasement.

Harvey came over and stuck his finger in her glistening pussy and sniffed the scent. Nancy flushed hot when she saw her nemesis do this. What is more, she had asked him to do this, she thought ruefully. At this rate she would be offering to blow him in public, she thought terrified at the path she was going down, pun intended.

“Would you like to see for yourself how wet you are?” asked Harvey, rubbing it in.

Nancy blushed and nodded.

Harvey stuck his finger in her pussy once more and inserted the finger in her mouth. Nancy tasted her own juices in front of all her colleagues and desperately wanted to stick her own fingers in her pussy and masturbate to her heart’s content in front of all her colleagues. Roberts intuited she wanted to do that but wanted to save that experience for a later session.

Nancy was made to continue sitting with her legs sprawled out until everyone left the room. Roberts then allowed her to dress and leave the room.

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The trabzon escort group again assembled at the Principal’s house on Friday nite. This time they were greeted by not only Mary but four couples from the neighborhood.

The neighbors were advised that something naughty and exciting was to happen that evening but had no clue as to what was scheduled for that evening.

Mary was on tenterhooks worried that her crazy husband might decide to expose her to all her neighbors.

Roberts took Sherry aside and whispered his instructions to her.

“That’s crazy,” Sherry protested loud enough for people around her to hear. That served only to arouse everyone’s curiosity and stare at her tremendously increasing her discomfiture.

“Please don’t,” pleaded Sherry.

“Oh come on Sherry, you can do it,” whispered Roberts. The fact that no one could hear him served only to heighten the suspense and excitement.

Roberts pointed and Sherry reluctantly walked away and went to the bathroom. She spent a few minutes in the bathroom and the crowd soon got tired of waiting for her and went about the task of mingling among themselves and enjoying the beer, wine and pizza.

Sherry came back in the room inconspicuously and walked over to Roberts.

Roberts said, “Let’s go around and introduce you to my neighbors,” as he led her gently by the hand.

“Meet Mr. and Mrs. Bronsnik,” said Roberts, as he led her to the first couple.

It was then that Roberts’ humiliating instruction became clear. Sherry had her black lacy panties in her right hand and every time she had to shake hands with someone, she had to transfer the panties to her left hand and offer her right hand to shake. All those actions left no doubt in anyone’s minds that she had been made to go to the bathroom and slip her panties off. Still to be made to hold it so blatantly in her hands while she was introduced to everyone made her ordeal that much more humiliating. She blushed uncontrollably as knowing glances were exchanged.

Other couples could see what was happening from a distance but patiently waited their own turn.

Mrs. Brosnik shook her head disapprovingly causing Sherry to turn another shade of red.

Why did she go through with it, wondered others. All her colleagues as usual stared at her unabashedly and even though she had been nude in front of them, this was a different kind of humiliation. Mr. Roberts clearly had a masters in humiliation, she mused.

“Meet Mr. and Mrs. Williamson,’ said Roberts as he led her tp the next couple.

She blushed when she saw Mrs. Williamson’s disapproving look and Mr. Williamson’s excited eyes.

“And what do you have in your hand, Sherry?” asked Mr. Williamson.

“Panties,” whispered Sherry annoyed at the obvious question.

“And whose panties are they?” asked Mrs. Williamson.

“Mine,” confessed Sherry wishing the ground could swallow her up.

“And she will have a chance later to prove that they are hers,” said Roberts.

“Meet Mr. and Mrs. Gregson,” said Roberts as he led her to third couple.

“Hold up your panties,” said Mr. Gregson as she shook her hand after transferring the balled up panties to her left hand.

Sherry held up the panties for the Gregsons to admire.

“Meet Mr. and Mrs. Steyn,” said Roberts as he led her to the last couple.

“Well, well, well. You are a naughty girl aren’t you, Sherry?’ asked Mr. Steyn.

“Yes, Sir,” said Sherry and bowed her head demurely.

“Actually she is slut to go parading around at a party with her panties in her hand,” pronounced Mrs. Steyn.

Sherry hung her head in shame at that and shook her head in protest as Roberts led her to the center of the room and whispered his next instruction.

Sherry looked at him with pleading eyes but Roberts shook his head letting her know she had no choice.

Sherry put the panties in her mouth and held it between her teeth as she clasped her hands on top of her head. She looked absolutely ravishing standing in front of everyone in her beautiful black dress holding her lacy black panties in her mouth. Her contrite expression only served to make her that much more alluring. Roberts’ neighbors gasped as they took in the sights again wondering what hold their neighbor had over this beautiful hapless young woman. The pindrop silence in the room only served to heighten tunceli escort the suspense and the excitement.

“Matt, will you come over and take this gorgeous black dress off your equally gorgeous girlfriend? ” asked Roberts.

Sherry jumped but at some level she knew it would come to this and braced herself for the inevitable.

Matt stood behind Sherry and looked at her beautiful vulnerable face. He kissed the nape of her neck gently and slowly slid off the dress off her.

Sherry now stood in her black Victoria’s Secret slip with her panties still between her teeth.

“Well we need to ascertain that Sherry is indeed holding her panties in her mouth and she is not wearing any other panties under her slip,’ said Roberts.

Sherry looked pleadingly again but to no avail.

Roberts motioned Matt to proceed with the disrobing.

Matt eased her slip slowly down her curvaceous body and exposed her neatly trimmed bush for all to see.

Sherry blushed as she looked at her bra clad figure in the mirror. Her plump pussy lips were visible through her scant pubic hair.

“Now Matt take Sherry around and let my neighbors take a good look at her pussy,” said the generous host.

Matt led Sherry gently and introduced her again to the neighbors.

“Mr. and Mrs. Gregson, please take a good look at my girlfriend’s pussy.”

“Slut,” said Mrs. Gregson and Sherry’s face turned red in anger. But there was nothing she could do about it.

“Mr. and Mrs. Steyn, please take a good look at Sherry’s pussy” and so on until all four couples had a good close look at Sherry’s delectable pussy.

Sherry had always hated having to lose her panties before her bra. She thought she looked awkward and ridiculous having a bra on while her naked pussy was on display and almost wanted to take off her bra herself.

Matt looked at Roberts for further instructions and Roberts said, “Come on Matt. You know what happens next.”

Matt nodded and positioned a chair in front of the mirror. He had Sherry kneel on it and take off her bra. Even though Sherry was relieved to take off her bra she did blush again when she realized this would be the first time the Principal’s neighbors would see her naked breasts.

Her firm breasts stood out proudly as the Principal’s neighbors and her colleagues stood behind her looking at her naked ass from behind while enjoying her breasts and face in the mirror.

“Beg for it,” said Matt and Sherry was almost startled out of her skin at seeing Matt act like this.

Roberts smiled, as his suspicion that Matt was enjoying these sessions proved to be true.

Once Sherry got over her shock at seeing Matt act like this, she found it all the more erotic. In a way it was better that Matt enjoy these sessions rather than act like a helpless cuckolded wimp, she thought.

“Matt will you please give me my spanking?” asked Sherry looking her contrite best.

“And tell the new members of our audience why you deserve a spanking,” said Matt to the Principal’s undisguised glee.

“Because I leaked a test paper to a student I had a crush on,” said Sherry remorsefully.

“And tell us how sorry you are about it,” said Matt to Sherry’s continued surprise.

“I am sorry at having displayed bad judgement, Sir,” said the contrite Sherry.

“And now you are displaying everything,” said Matt shockingly. Sherry stared at him with anger. It was as if Harvey had possessed Matt’s mind.

The Principal’s neighbors were relieved that the mystery was now revealed.

“One thank you, Sir,” said Sherry as Matt commenced the spanking.

Matt finished his ten spanks and asked the audience come over and give her a spank each.

Even though her colleagues had done this a few times before, they showed no signs of tiring of it. As usual they enjoyed looking at Sherry’s beautiful embarrassed and vulnerable face while rubbing thir hands over her ass and giving her a gentle spank.

For the Principal’s neighbors this was a new experience and the Principal had to instruct them in the art of gentle spanking with the emphasis on humiliation and not physical hurt.

One by one, the neighboring coupes came and rubbed their hands over the hapless spankee’s ass and spanked as instructed. They caught disapproving looks from their wives when they gleefully rubbed their hands on her ass. Some uşak escort of the braver one cupped their hands on her breasts as they had witnessed her colleagues doing. Mr. Gregson looked at his wife in manner as to suggest that he would be trying this position with her at home.

Sherry found it more humiliating to be spanked by the wives than by the husbands. With the husbands, there was at least there was the admiration and gratitude in their faces to counter the humiliation but with the wives, the humiliation was accentuated by their disapproving looks and derogatory comments.

“So this is what the teachers do in school,” said Mrs. Gregson.

“Do you teach naked in class?” asked Mrs. Steyn.

“Oh she would if she could, but she and I would both get arrested for that,” said Roberts with regret.

Mrs. Brosnik made her shake her ass and apologize for being naked in front of her husband.

Mrs. Williamson made her say she was a shameless slut who deserved to be spanked.

Finally her spanking ordeal was over and Matt and Sherry mingled with the guests. Despite the practice, she felt constantly embarrassed at being the only one naked in the room. Nancy, as usual, had volunteered to accompany Sherry, but Roberts had refused, wanting to heighten Sherry’s humiliation.

Some of the wives who were clearly envious of her youth and stunning beauty, taunted her mercilessly.

“The blackmail notwithstanding, only a slut would parade around so brazenly naked,” pronounced Mrs. Gregson and the other wives piped in with their hearty agreement.

“Ok. Sherry, you will now get an extra punishment for your initial protest today and refusal to carry out my instructions,” said the diabolical Principal.

‘Oh God, what now?’ wondered poor Sherry.

The Principal turned the punishment chair around and said, “Assume the gynec pose.”

“Please, no!” pleaded Sherry mortified. She had never displayed herself like this to Matt or any of her lovers and to have to do this in front of a roomful of people! Whereas Nancy had almost openly enjoyed her lewd exposure earlier that week, poor Sherry was embarrassed to death and the stunned excitement in the room was palpable.

“Matt?” asked the Principal and Matt led the reluctant Sherry over to the chair. Sherry sat down and Matt gently draped her legs over the arms of the chair. To make matters worse she could look in the mirror and see the sight of her wide open pussy.

‘This is what everyone will be seeing,’ she thought and turned another shade of red. She had the incredibly vulnerable,’deer-in-the-headlights’ look on her and Matt gallantly knelt in front of her and gave her a long, lingering, passionate kiss. Sherry was grateful for this show of public affirmation and it gave her strength to go through with the rest of evening’s ordeal.

Nancy applauded spontaneously at Matt’s sensitive gesture and some of her colleagues joined in.

Roberts however looked quizzically at Matt. He wasn’t sure if Matt was being merely chivalrous or the erotism of the situation had turned him on beyond his control. From his own experience, he suspected the latter. If you had asked Matt however, he would have admitted to both.

Just like Nancy, Sherry had to invite everyone one by one and beg them to look at her gaping pussy. Like Nancy, she felt incredibly humiliated at having Harvey, Jeff and Ernie see her displayed like that. Unlike nancy, she did not take a perverse pleasure in it, though she was undeniably and uncontrollably turned on by it.

Unlike Nancy, she had to display herself to not just strangers but four disapproving and pissed-off wives. How could they compete for their husbands’ attention when they had a live Penthouse center-spread to ogle at, they pondered angrily. Not that they were unattractive. Each one of them was sexy in a MILF kind of way, but this was clearly a no-contest. Some of the husbands who had never been permitted to go to a strip-club after their marriage looked at Sherry with incredible gratitude.

Finally the evening came to an end. Sherry was made to kneel at the door, facing the room and kiss the hands of the departing guests and thank them for participating in her punishment.

Matt stood eagerly by her side and helped her dress so that he could take her home and screw her brains out.

“You can use my guest room, Matt,” said the Principal knowingly.

“I wouldn’t want you to get in an accident in your hurry to get home,” continued the Principal with surprising thoughtfulness.

“Yes. Matt and Sherry, I think you had better,” said Mary kindly as she led the half-dressed Sherry up the stairs with an eager Matt trotting behind them.

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I have done this trip home a few times from work before. It’s now 6pm. It’s been a long day. I take this opportunity to take a well deserved nap. But tonight apart from the usual bumps and sounds of the train running along the tracks, there was largely quietness in the half filled train. At the next stop a lady in her thirties is speaking on her mobile enters and sits on the opposite side facing me. She speaks in a foreign tongue. She sounded a little agitated as she spoke. She looked foreign. Very attractive looking. She was small in stature. She was wearing a short dress. I watched her as she spoke. She was elegant but wasn’t too happy at the person at the other end. She was angry at her husband or boyfriend judging by her expressions. I listened to her a few more minutes then drifted to sleep.

I approached her and greeted her in Spanish.

“Como Estas.”

She looked up at me and smiled. Yes I was right she is Spanish speaking. She must be from South America. I learned a little Spanish, as at work I often meet Spanish speaking people. So it was handy knowing just the basic greetings. At least it sort of breaks the ice as they say.

I sit down next to her and ask if everything is OK. She smiled at me. I melted as I stared into her beautiful eyes. Astonishingly she reaches out and touches me on my thigh. My groin awakes and I feel myself growing.

“Do you want me?” She whispers in English.

My looks said it all. She begins to stand up and proceeds to slowly strip. I looked around the train and people were beginning to take notice. I feel nervous. She removes everything except her sexy pink panties. I could hardly contain my excitement.

She then faces me and sits on my lap. urfa escort Wrapping her arms around my head she begins to kiss me. By now I was as hard can be. I am sure she feel the hardness poking into her as she passionately kissed me. Her perfume was turning me on but it was her natural body scent that was mesmerizing me. That smell of a beautiful woman. Her breasts small natural and perky looked delicious. I touch them and proceeded to suck on her stiff hard nipples. She starts to moan. I groped her while licking her all over. I never knew Spanish speaking women were so hot. Then she gets off me and guides me to lie down on the seat. I can see everyone watching now. It was really arousing me.

She stood there and removes her panties. My god she was stunning. She had an amazing figure. Her pubic hairs were neatly trimmed. Then she comes over to me. My heart goes crazy. My mind in ecstasy.

As I lied there, she comes on top of me in the classic 69 position. I look up and see her pussy and anus. I can smell the different pungent musky odor. I part her pubic hairs to expose her protruding labia, then spread her pussy lips wide open. The highly erotic image of her vulva appears. It’s surface creamy, wet and crusty. Dirty.

I hear her talking in Spanish. I wished I knew what she was saying. Then I feel her pulling my hardness out at the other end. Then the warm sensation of her sucking me in her mouth. I was in heaven as I examined her while she worked on me. I brought her close, my nose touches the moist surface of her anus. I inhale the odor. It was incredibly erotic.

Then I proceed to lick her out. The different musky smells were playing with my mind and senses. sivas escort Her taste, different from other women. I licked and sucked her juices like a possessed animal. I was highly aroused now.

She the sits up and starts to ride my face. Slowly at first then quickly. She moans in excitement as she deliberately massaged my face with her pussy. She rolls her head in sheer pleasure, licking her lips and rolling her nipples between her fingers as she rode me quickly to orgasm.

People were all watching quietly. The only sounds were the delicious sound of her excited moans and the sound of the train on the tracks. She orgasms. She speaks out loud in Spanish as it washes over her. I sense myself wanting to cum. She senses I was needing relief. She gets off me and I sit up against the seat.

She then sits close to my right and begins to passionately kiss me. She was absolutely hot. Experienced. Her right hand lightly teases me and massages my testicles. The warmth of her hand incredible. She starts to moan excitedly. I glimpse at everyone watching us. They watched in silence. I was so turned on by their eyes. And so was she.

She begins to lick her palm whilst staring at me and rubs the saliva over the swollen head. She twists her hand firmly. I groaned in pleasure. Then pumps her right hand quickly. I was in heaven. My mind explodes with pleasure. I was enjoying her technique and experience. If her husband or boyfriend knew what she is doing now they would be angry and mortified. She repeats the same for a little longer. I looked at her beautiful face. She was whispering words in Spanish. Her excited moans was getting to me. I close my eyes to enjoy her. She senses tekirdağ escort my approaching orgasm.

Then she bends over and spits hard at the wet engorged head, twisting the thick liquid firmly before pumping her hand extremely fast. Oh my god I pump my hip rhythmically to her right hand. I hear her breathing pick up. I hear her excitement and enthusiasm. She was really enjoying it. She moans and talks in Spanish as she masturbated me.

“Oh yah! oh yah!”

She moans in her high pitched Spanish English accent.

I moan loud as my orgasms approaches. This was incredible. I am in love with Spanish speaking women. Her handjob becomes frenzied. The loud sound of her stroking audible in the train carriage. Her hand becomes a blur. Her moaning gets to me. I start to cum. I throw my head back and side to side in absolute pleasure. My cum explodes everywhere. She squeals out in Spanish as she continued masturbating me fast. My god I was really done now, as I grab her hand to stop her. But she deliberately pushes it away before slowing down. The sexy look on her blushing face unforgettable. She was incredibly amazing. Experienced.

I see a man approach the seat. His penis hard and erect. He sits down and grabs her hand. But she pushes him away, then gets up and dresses quickly, before casually walking off as the train stops at the next station.

I open my eyes and I am sitting at the opposite side of the carriage like before. Most of the people have gone now. My mind in disbelief. My groin still pulsating. That was an incredible dream I thought. But as the train stops at the next station I get up to leave. As I walk past the seat on the other side, I noticed the messy semen splashes scattered around the seat. My god, it wasn’t a dream after all. I smell my fingers and then realise, I was with her, this woman. It did all happen. Since then I have a new found desire for Spanish speaking ladies, in particular this lady. But I was never to see her again on this train.

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No husband likes to hear the words, “We need to talk.” If you hear them, however, you better listen. When I heard those words it got my attention instantly, and my heart began to race, and I even began to sweat. I turned to her and readied myself for whatever was coming, however bad it was. We were stretched out in bed, right after sex, and her words had me turned on my side, raised up on an elbow, afraid of what I was going to hear, and afraid of the heartaches that were coming.

“We’ve always been honest with each other,” she said, “and honest means to not keep things secret.” I listened and nodded without speaking. “You’ve always told me that sex was not the most important thing in a marriage, right?” I nodded again and waited. “Jake is your best friend and you share most everything with each other.”

“That’s right,” I said, figuring I knew now where she was going.

“You know I like Jake a lot.” I said I did and waited for her to go on. “Well, I’ve been thinking about Jake quite a bit lately,” she said with a shy smile. She paused and was quiet for a long time. “In fact, I have been thinking about Jake more than just about anything lately, and I need to tell you just how I really feel. I’d rather you know what was going on, and not sneak around.” I moved forward and kissed her on the lips.

My wife had the hots for my friend, I now knew, and she was trying to tell me the truth. Funny, but I had already fantasized about that for years, had pictured them in my imagination fucking like teens, kissing and petting, sucking and pleasuring one another with the intensity of newlyweds. I am not sure just why, but what I had dreamed about, fantasized in private, seemed to be happening.

“Sorry for feeling this way, but I can’t stand it any longer. I have been attracted to your best friend for a long time, but now it’s gotten really difficult to think of anything else. I’m miserable lately. I want him inside me,” she confessed softly. “I want to feel his cock in my pussy. I’m desperate to have him make love to me; to feel his fingers and tongue in my pussy.”

“So that’s it?” I said in amazement. “You want to fuck Jake, and that’s the big problem?” I said. “Is that all? Like you said, he and I have shared everything. Sharing my wife’s pussy is not a world crisis. If that’s all you want, everything’s fine.” I said. “You’re not telling me you want to run off with him, are you, leave me in misery? Live with Jake?” She shook her head. “I thought it was going to be something awful. Having sex with my best friend is just a small matter. Hell, I’ve been thinking rize escort of that myself for years now,” I said as I kissed her.

She looked at me, incredulous, bewildered by my willingness to let her fuck my friend. “Really? You have wanted that?” she asked, amazed at what I’d said. “It would be all right with you for me to have sex with Jake?” she asked. I told her it was the most common fantasy in the world for an awful lot of married men, sharing their wives. “Many guys want that,” I told her. “In some cultures men even share their wives with male house guests. A man will offer his wife as an act of friendliness, or hospitality, like good manners. So how long has this been bothering you, this desire to fuck Jake?”

She was quiet for nearly a minute, processing what I had just said, thinking about the possibilities, then she blushed and smiled. “Probably since before our wedding night,” she said, a bit embarrassed by admitting the truth.

“So on our honeymoon” I said with excitement, “you wanted to fuck the best man? That’s amazing. I wish you’d had told me then. We could have started our marriage with a threesome.”

After that we talked for quite a while that night about her sexual attraction to Jake, her feelings of guilt, and about how much she wanted him inside her, to be able to have endless sex with the man who’d been beside me at our wedding.

“You really have thought about this before?” she asked again with a silly grin. I explained that I had, that it was called the Hotwife Concept, that I had wanted to watch her being fucked by someone else for years, and that Jake was the perfect choice. She listened and her smile grew. “You wouldn’t mind seeing him put his cock in my pussy?”

“I’d love it,” I said. “I’d love to watch.”

We immediately began planning just how we would make it happen. I suggested I talk to him, but she said she’d like to be the one to talk to him first. She told me they’d talked about it, but he had not wanted to do anything behind my back.

“So he knows you want to fuck him?” I said.

She nodded shyly. “Yes, but we decided not to do anything without your knowledge.” she explained.

She called Jake and they decided to meet to talk about it. When she left to see him, I was nervous as a cat waiting to hear what they had decided, how it would go. He wanted to fuck her, that was not in doubt, and she would tell him I knew and supported their going ahead and having sex. When they got home from meeting and talking they stood outside at the door for awhile, probably kissing on sakarya escort the porch, probably nervous about how it would go They came in and we went to the dinning room and sat at the table.

“Well, you going to fuck my wife tonight?” I asked trying to break the ice.

He smiled, leaned toward her and they kissed, then he turned to me and shook his head. “I’d like to,” he said. I suggested we all get naked and he helped her take off her clothes and then they both took his off. I stripped and joined them, then we went into the den and they stood together near the couch.

“So how long have you wanted my wife’s pussy?” I said.

He looked at her and they smiled, then he looked at me and said, “Since I first met her.” As she stood naked next to him I admired their nude bodies side by side. They looked so good together. Her trimmed pussy stood out below her belly button, her shaved mons giving just the right framing to her puffy labia that glistened between her legs and looked so ready. Her breasts were pert and erect, her nipples firm and pink and aroused. She took his hand and they kissed, then I nodded and they followed me into the bedroom.

“You two enjoy the night,” I saiid as I shut the door behind me. I wanted so to stay and watch him fuck her, but I also knew they needed privacy, and I wanted that for them as much as anything.

I got home the next morning around ten and stood in the hall looking in at them stretched out on the bed still asleep. They were nude and she was face down, her lovely bottom exposed to me, the sheets pulled aside and her legs over the end of the bed. I imagined what it had been like the night before, his erection pushing into my wife’s pussy with an energy and desire he had been denied for so long. They had most likely fucked most of the night, and now slept off their lively first time together.

I felt pleased and energized by knowing their sex was so good and left them so spent. I hoped some day I would be able to witness it, to see them fucking and enjoying one another freely and with a passion I also felt for them. He’d lusted after, then fucked my wife with my approval, throughout the night and as her legs were slightly open I could see the redness from the energy of his cock pushing into her repeatedly as most of the rest of the world slept. They’d made love with my knowledge and consent and I watched them sleep with a satisfaction and contentment I cannot explain. I let them sleep and went into the kitchen to fix myself breakfast and coffee. As I was putting my food samsun escort on the table Claire came into the room and came to my side.

“Thank you,” she said, putting her arms around my neck and kissing me. “I had a glorious night,” she said. “He fucked your wife until her pussy was raw. He even fucked me to sleep.”

“You can rest today,” I said.

“We might want to make love again, let you watch,” she said with a smile. “Would you like to watch?” she asked.

“Do bears shit in the woods?” I asked, obviously wanting it to happen.

“They do,” she said, “and I guess you want to watch. Let’s let him sleep, but when he wakes up, I think he will be up for it.”

“Of course,” I said. “He’s been ‘up’ for you since he was an adolescent. He would fuck my wife at Yankee Stadium,” I said, “with the stands full and with live TV coverage. I guess you are not all worn out,” I added, knowing full well that Claire could go another few rounds with my old friend Jake even after the night they’d had.

I moved up to her and we kissed. I could taste him on her lips. The taste didn’t repel me, and I pictured him coming in her pussy and then spurting on her stomach. When he came down I asked him how his night was.

“Terrific,” he said. “She is one great piece of ass. If you don’t know that by now, I don’t know what you’ve been doing with yourself all this time,” he added.

I followed the two of them into the bedroom and sat in the corner of the room. At first they kissed, then he played with her pussy and kissed and licked it devotedly. He was already hard and after awhile he pointed the stiff boner at my wife’s slit and moved it between her legs. I was excited to see him fuck her, and my heart was beating like an Indian drum at a war dance.

“Oh yes, fuck me,” she cried as he pounded into her, rapidly thrusting between her labia. Her legs were wide open and her hand was on her pubis, rubbing her own clit as he fucked her. When she came it was with a shout and the pleasure exploded from her throat.

When his cock was soft, she knelt on her knees and took his flaccid cock in her mouth and sucked it back to full size, licking and sucking him lovingly. He came again in about ten minutes and I thought how incredible it was he could be ready so soon after coming before.

When he came she kept her mouth over his cock and drank him down as each spurt of come shot from his erection. “You two are amazing,” I said. “Anytime you want to have a spectator I’m ready and willing to watch.”

They both smiled and collapsed together, ignoring me and cuddling in the afterglow. I had been able to watch my wife fuck my good friend and I was tired from watching them ravish one another.

It has been a while since I first watched them having sex in my bed, but now it is a regular event. They get to fuck and I get to watch. What could be better?

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The characters in this story are over the age of 18.

This is my second ever story, and my first ever story that I hope to turn into a multi-part series. If you like it, let me know and I’ll start uploading the rest. If you don’t like it, let me know why and I’ll try and re-work it so it’s more acceptable.

…

Zoe’s cell, or rather, Zoe and Charlotte’s cell, wasn’t the biggest space. Inside, there was a toilet, a desk with a chair, a few shelves with a few books, and a single bed pressed up against the right corner or the room.

“So what they got’cha in for?” Zoe asked.

“O-oh, my boyfriend was making and selling drugs.”, Charlotte stammered out. “I didn’t know about it, but since I was with him and they found us together at our home, they just kind of assumed I was part of it.”

“Damn…” Zoe replied, moving to sit on the bed, her back against the corner of the wall, placing her left leg on the bed while leaving her right one hanging off, leaving her legs wide open and pussy exposed. She seemed to relax a little. “…shitty luck.”

“Y-yeah.” Charlotte responded, as she moved to sit on the chair next to the desk, turning it to face Zoe.

Charlotte couldn’t help but look over her new cellmate. Her naked body on full display. Pear shaped, but with a hint of muscles. It seemed like a fair few amount of women in here were rather toned. Makes sense. One of the cliches about prison is that everyone works out in the courtyard, and it looked like the cliche was true.

Since Zoe was now facing Charlotte directly, she had a chance to clearly see her face. Sharp. She had a strong jaw, and cheekbones you could cut yourself on. Lips that thinned as they reached the edges. What was most captivating about her face was her eyes. While most of her looked tough, her eyes were somewhat seductive. Thick lashes, and lazy eyelids that almost covered her emerald green eyes.

“So, what about you?” Charlotte asked.

“Me? Oh, bank robbery. Me and my crew were gonna take every last dollar out of the big bank, up by 5th. Shit went south, we got caught, ended up here. Simple.” The way she told the story, it seemed like she had told it plenty of times in the past.

“Sorry to hear that.” Charlotte told Zoe.

“Nahhh” Zoe waved her hand. “Old news. Anyway, it ain’t to bad in here. As longs as you ain’t getting up in anybody’s shit, you’re good. If shit starts to get rowdy in here, I ain’t lettin’ anyone hurt my new girlfriend.” Zoe looked at Charlotte with a smile and a wink. Were they ‘girlfriends’ now? Or was that just a name for new people? Whatever the situation, it did feel kind of nice to know that she was protected, by a bank robber no less.

…

1pm struck and all prisoners were ushered out into the courtyard. For Charlotte, it felt so weird to be totally nude outside. Sure, she had walked around in a swimsuit or a bikini in her backyard or on the beach from time to time during hot summers, but to be this exposed, in such a big area, around so many strangers, it felt to surreal.

Over near the other side of the courtyard, Charlotte could see the petite blonde woman from before. She was walking under the arm of her tall, muscular cellmate. Her posture was rigid. Her arms were tight at her side, and her shoulders were locked in position near her ears, as if she was trying to hide her head in them or like she was in a state of an indefinite shrug.

Her tall cellmate introduced her to her friends. They all were very glad to meet her. Every single one mersin escort of them were as tall, tanned, and muscular she she was. They looked like a group of amazons compared to this shy, pale, kitten of a woman. Each got up from their seat and began inspecting the newbie with eager smiles. They would gently caress her, a few would feel her ass cheeks, a few would flick her nipples, all the while the cellmate gently brushed her hair with her hand. They welcomed her and offered her a seat before sitting down with her.

Meanwhile, Charlotte was following Zoe’s lead. The two walked around the corner of the building and into a small, shaded area, where three other women were seated, their backs against the walls. The area was nothing more than three walls. Nicely hidden from the sun, but not invisible, as it was in view of one of the guard towers.

“Sup Zoe.”, one of the women said.

The woman who spoke was pale, and had red hair which was as short as Zoe’s, only a different style. Rather than being half shaved, it was shaved along the sides and spiked forward. She also wore a pair of round glasses. She was the shortest of the group, and noticeably thinner too, which only defined her abs even more. She had a thin face. ‘Plucky’ would be a good word to describe her. Her pussy, like Charlotte’s was waxed clean, unlike Zoe’s landing strip.

“Hey Titch.”, Zoe replied, taking a seat opposite two of the women, and sitting next to the third. ‘Titch’? The nickname makes sense, seeing as she’s the smallest of the group.

The woman next to Zoe was by far the uhh… ‘fullest’ of the group. She had curves all over, boobs that were bigger and rounder than Charlotte’s, and hips to match. Her face was round and bubbly, and she seemed to have a constant smile. Her blonde hair flowed past her shoulders. On the outside, she looked like she could’ve been the next door neighbour who always wore pink, waved to everybody she saw, watched Sex in the City on repeat, and would have a tiny white dog.

Zoe took her seat next to the woman and was immediately engulfed in a hug and a big kiss on the lips.

“Ooooohh hiya Zoe!”, the curvy woman let out.

“‘Ay ‘ay, ease up Momma.”, Zoe replied. ‘Momma’. Also a fitting name.

Zoe sat on the left side of Momma on the floor. Momma, meanwhile, had her left arm over Zoe’s shoulder, and her right hand gently fondling Zoe’s left tit.

“So who’s your new friend?” Momma asked, looking up at Charlotte before cuddling up to Zoe even more.

“This is Charlotte. My new girlfriend.” Zoe replied.

“Ooooohhh! Yay!! Goodie!” Momma squealed with excitement and clapping her hands. “Get over here girl!”, she beckoned, patting the ground to her right.

Charlotte walked over and took her spot next to Momma, and just as her bare ass touched the floor, she too was engulfed in a hug. The two women’s bare breasts pressed tightly against each other, and Charlotte reached around to hug Momma back.

“Well, my name’s Christine, but you can call me Momma.”, Momma said with the widest of smiles. “That there’s Tina, or ‘Titch’ as we call her.”

“Sup”, responded Titch.

It was at this point that Charlotte what Titch was doing. She was sitting with her back against the wall, her knees bent with her feet firmly on the floor, legs open, her right wrist sat on her right knee, leaving her hand to hang loosely, meanwhile her left hand was down by her pussy. Her index finger and middle finger were swirling around her clit. It muğla escort took a second for Charlotte to process what she was doing. She was casually masturbating out in the open. She hadn’t moved her position since they were there, that must mean she’s been masturbating the whole time.

“You’ve already met Zoe, and I’m sure you’ll get to know her even more since you’re her new girlfriend!” The way Momma expressed this was like a woman talking about her friends engagement. Her voice went higher and more excited as she got to the word ‘girlfriend’.

“And lastly, over there is Dragon. Her real name is Amy.”

Charlotte looked over to the woman next to Titch. She was Asian, with short, straight hair, not unlike Zoe’s, except none of it was shaved. Instead, it parted in a way that covered her right eye. She looked like she was in her early thirties. It wasn’t hard to understand why she had the nickname ‘Dragon’. On her right shoulder sat a tattoo of a dragon that went from her shoulder to her elbow, wrapping itself around her bicep. She sat in a different way to the other three women as well. Whereas the others were sitting in a more relaxed state, with their legs open and leaning back, Dragon had her legs crossed, her wrists sat on her knees, and her back was straight.

“Hi everyone.” Charlotte said with a small smile.

“Sup.”, replied Titch. That seemed to be her catchphrase.

Titch had moved on from just massaging her clit. Her other hand had grabbed her B cup tit. Her hard nipple was visible between her index finger and middle finger. She licked her lips and spread her legs a little further. She really didn’t care who saw her. But then again, in a prison where everyone is naked, I guess it’s only natural to feel that comfortable.

“So, what’s a gorgeous thing like yourself doing in a place like this?”, Momma asked as she wrapped her right arm across Charlotte’s back and her left arm along her stomach, cuddling her.

“Hey, easy there Momma.” Zoe said. “She’s MY girlfriend, remember?”

“Oh don’t get your panties in a bunch! I’m just giving her a hug.” Momma replied, squeezing up even more against Charlotte.

Charlotte couldn’t lie to herself, it did feel nice to be held like this. Skin on skin. The warmth of Momma’s naked body countered the coolness of the shade. It put her at ease and comforted her in a way that she hadn’t felt since she was a kid. She couldn’t help but fall into Momma’s embrace, and she rested her head on top of hers.

“I was arrested with my boyfriend after he was caught making and selling drugs.” Charlotte told the group.

“And you had nothing to do with it? Awwwww, bless you sweetie.” Momma replied, cuddling her even more. “Well, I’m sure you already know why Zoe is in here, it’s not like she’s shy about it. I’m in here for selling pot brownies to all of my neighbours.” She said with a smile.

After hearing that, Charlotte glanced at Dragon. Without missing a beat, and staring Charlotte directly in the eye, Dragon responded with a simple “I burnt my ex-boyfriend’s house down.”

With that, Charlotte turned her gaze towards Titch.

“And…ummm…what about you Titch?” She asked.

“I…” Titch replied. “I….I’m………I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Ahhhh! Ahh! Ah!” Twitch’s legs opened even more as her whole body shuddered. Her eyes closed tightly as Charlotte could see her pussy contract. She went limp and her breathing was heavier. Arms and legs open, she gently closed her eyes, basking in the nevşehir escort afterglow.

Zoe looked Charlotte dead in the eyes and simply said “…public masturbation.”

…

A few minutes before all prisoners had to go to the cafeteria for lunch, the girls thought it would be a good idea to point out a few other inmates to Charlotte. The girls got up, aside from Titch, who was still lying down, gently running her fingers across her body after her orgasm, and stepped out into the light.

The courtyard was full of countless naked women. There were groups here and there spread all around. What was most notable, was just how many of them were either having sex or masturbating. Everywhere you looked you would see two women 69-ing, group orgies, and women on the floor with their legs spread wide open with their fingers plunged deep inside themselves. But you would also see people. Just regular people standing or sitting around just talking. The only thing that separated them from groups of friends you would see on the outside is the fact that they had no clothes on. It turns out this prison wasn’t just full of sex hungry women, it was also full of prisoners.

Over on the right, Charlotte could yet again spot the petite blonde from earlier. The group of amazon women she was with had her on her back, with women all around her, two of whom held her ankles open. Another woman had her head between her legs and was licking her pussy like she was starving.

Oddly enough, she didn’t seem to mind. Rather than looking concerned like she did this morning, she instead looked like she was in ecstasy. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, her mouth hung open with a smile, and she was drooling. The shy, timid blonde from this morning was gone, instead, there was only a sex hungry nymph in her place.

Another woman from the group gently squatted over the petite blonde’s face, and like an infant being given a milk bottle, she instinctively and naturally moved her head towards the pussy and began sucking and licking while desperately trying to reach up and grab the woman’s tits.

Zoe noticed Charlotte looking at the muscular women having their way with the blonde.

“Those are Mad Max’s friends. If you ever wanted to be fucked harder than you’ve ever been in your life, then they’re the one who’ll do it. Though, they’re pretty picky on who they fuck.”, Zoe informed Charlotte.

Titch got up and made her way to the rest of the group.

“Over to the left you got your Goths…” Zoe pointed out. In another shady spot was a group of pale women, all with dark hair. “…by the fence you got you exhibitionist bimbos…”. She wasn’t exaggerating. There was a group of at least 15 women, all who were shaking their tits at the guards and pressing their bodies up to the fence to try and get the attention of anyone who might be outside them. “…over by the exercise equipment you got your gym freaks, or ‘Strong-Gals’ as we like to call ’em.”

“Bunch of party poopers.” Momma chimed in.

“She’s not wrong. You don’t fuck them, they fuck you.” Zoe replied.

Over on the far side of the courtyard, Charlotte noticed a crowd of women surrounding one woman in particular who was sitting down. The sitting woman looked Latino. Light bronze skin, dark brown hair, full lips, the was at least 6 foot tall. It was hard to make out exactly what was going on due to the large crowd surrounding her, but judging by how she kept her eyes down between her legs, how she would lick her lips, and the fact that almost all of the women watching were masturbating while watching, it was obvious that someone was going down on her. Yet… something seemed off about it.

A loud bell rang to signal that it was time for all prisoners to go to the cafeteria.

…

END OF PART 2

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