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“I hope Daddy didn’t see me leave Piper’s house. I kind of need to walk and clear my head.” Dakota McKellen had a load of topics on her mind over so many things. Her Daddy crush seemed to be going good in the sense of her father teaching her all things a girl should experience with boys. As if she didn’t have a good idea already but she loved playing naïve, her dad going right along with her begging fits of allure. Add in Angus Furlong, the studly Quarterback for Horton-Dexter High School who was dreamy but definitely a player. His girlfriend even though they had supposedly broken up even confirmed it, yet also told her she wasn’t standing in her way and that Angus really did have feelings for her. Of course, feelings did not mean stop being a male whore. Truth be heard he had just nailed Piper Cherry in some fashion during orchestrated detentions more than once. Before the end of the evening, he would even fuck Dakota’s mother Josie. She would not be privy to that info for a good long while.

“Angus is so much fun. His showing me off to boys can be scary but it’s sooo hot knowing I’m getting away with it. Guys want me like crazy and that boosts his ego. Glad to help Angus! Not like it doesn’t jumpstart mine either. The more the merrier, I say.” She giggled reaching the corner of her street then making a left, the very same route her sister Sable had taken in going to Travis Herbert’s home. Trembling at a light breeze, the clouds above consuming the earlier sunshine, she still enjoyed the perfect temperature to not be cold nor hot. Wearing only her burgundy micro bikini in the very same cut and style as Sable’s there was just not much hiding out. Like Sable said at about this very same point on the sidewalk, “I feel like I’m streaking.” Twins had that double edged sword of thought.

Unlike Sable though Dakota wasn’t shy about her body. Let the world see her fine ass, she often thought. She was certainly more like her mother than Sable, yet her sister was catching up fast by playing Dakota. She loved being a role model. “I lose my virginity in three days. I’m so ready. All the lessons daddy has taught me has my body crying for touch. I really should have talked Mace into making out after the cheerleaders left, but he doesn’t seem to be in any hurry concerning us, due to Angus. I don’t really get that because during movie night when we played Truth or Dare, I did everything but have his dick inside me… in my mouth that’s all. So did Sable when we switched identities in the bathroom. God, I never want to play Sable around Travis ever again it was all I could do not to hurl when he touched me. Thank God I got Sable to switch back before I had to blow Travis like Mace. “Ewww!” Now she felt a chill and rubbed her biceps as she shuffled along.

Thoughts going no further at the moment she noticed the very same neighbors outside in their yards as Sable had. All eyes on her she smiled and waved to be friendly. “Old guys love us young girls.” She giggled and skipped along on purpose just to get her chest dancing about. Even with a meager 34B they were perky and lively enough to start a nice optical fantasy. She absolutely loved teasing guys, no matter how old they were. Spotting a dime on the sidewalk she rushed to pick it up inadvertently bending over to pinch the coin but act as if struggling to get beneath it. Her tight little ass with no clothe to blind it gave the neighbors a sweet highlight to cap off their night, most ready to go inside. Their homes, not Dakota! “My bottoms are creeping up my hoohaw!” True enough one side of her labia although thin and firm did indeed escape. “I’m not even going to fix it.” The dime as a tip she gave them ten seconds in paradise. “I wonder if they could see my pucker bank?”

Standing up she showed them the dime and yelled out, “It’s my lucky day.” Theirs too! The thumbs up they shared sent her on her way. Even traffic was getting more active, people coming home from work or going for groceries and the like. Not one vehicle, and she waved at every single one, shared distaste in her attire, or lack thereof. “This is so much fun. I could almost touch myself. Should I?” Temptation too desirable she stopped in front of a certain house where one Josh “Paul Walker lookalike” Ramsey lived. From his home he spotted her through his picture window and stared with his hands in the pockets of his black cargo shorts. Having showered and had no shirt on in the comfort of his own home.

“Sable’s back.” He grinned down at his dog Barney. “Hmmm? Is she… she is.” He saw Dakota with fingers beneath her narrow patch rubbing her clit. The neighbors prepping to call it quits even noticed, cars going by slowing up but not stopping. “She’s crazy! Crazy hot too.” He decided to be protective and likely ruin her moment. Hooking Barney to his leash he told the wire-haired terrier. “No more of you running off on me Barn. Let’s go potty.” Not what you wanted to say before going to a strip club. Even he gnashed his teeth at his comment.

Opening his door after putting ordu escort on tennis shoes without socks he stepped out and tried to sneak up on her, but Barney ruined his fun. Yelping Dakota froze and removed her fingers but did nothing to fix her side shifted patch. Seeing Josh her eyes bulged. “Who is this Hunk?” Her mom always said Hunk, it rubbed off on her.

“Hey Sable! Still roaming the streets?” He chuckled stopping in the middle of his yard to let Barney pee. She realized that her sister must have had some contact with him earlier and decided to play the identity game.

“Yep! Can’t stay away from you.” If that didn’t get the guy intrigued nothing would.

“Oh yeah?” He laughed, “Can’t stay away from teasing my neighbors over there either it looks like.”

“Let them look! I’m not as shy as I led on earlier.”

“You didn’t seem real shy then. By the way, I want to apologize for accidently hooking my pinky on your bikini top there. Exposing you was wrong of me.”

“I can’t remember which one. Was it this one?” She tugged her top aside to let him see a deadly nipple dagger, “Or was it this one?” Both exposed Josh puckered.

“Guess it doesn’t matter.” He laughed. “You’re a wild one, aren’t you?”

“Would you rather I be shy and run off?”

“Please don’t run off.” He winked. “You ready to go inside?” He asked Barney sitting at his feet looking up at him.

“Sure!” Dakota took the chance.

“I was talking to Barney.” He shook his head grinning. “But I suppose if you want to come in for a few minutes you can. It would give me a chance to know you better. I just moved in here a month ago, so I don’t really know anyone much. I mean I do but not in close… you get the idea.”

“I’ll keep you company for an hour then I’ll need to head home.”

“Curfew?”

“Sort of! I’m eighteen but I do live with my parents.” It was obvious Sable hadn’t alluded to having a twin sister or he would have called her out. “Still in High School too.”

“Graduate this year?”

“Yep! Can’t wait to feel the freedom.”

“Looking pretty free in that bikini.” He smirked and turned to his side. She could see his erection building up behind his inseam more from the side than face forward. Eyes flaring, she teetered up and down on her toes sharing her bobbing breasts that were still uncovered.

“Guess I should cover up, huh?” She giggled.

“Your life Sable.”

“Okay, I’ll leave them out.” She stepped closer and met him eye to eye. Barney jumped up on her and she knelt down to pick him up to cuddle the cute pooch. “Don’t you scratch my nipples Mister.” Her babylike tone shot his dick even higher.

“I can look for scratch marks like I did earlier.”

“Okay!” She bubbled and let Barney lick her face. “I can’t remember your name.” She pouted as they walked.

“Josh… Josh Ramsey. But I sometimes go by Rambo, like the Stallone movies.”

“Who?” Showing her age.

At the door he released Barney’s leash considering she had a good hold over the dog. “After you!” He opened the exterior door and let her in. Big risk not knowing him, but she knew the other neighbors had witnessed her entry. If anything went bad, she had them to defend her, even if it was just talking to any police officer. So far Josh seemed really nice. In letting her lead the way he checked out her perfect heart shaped ass. Once within, she had the brainstorm to bend over right in front of him to set Barney on the floor. In doing this he shot a glance up at her thigh gap to witness that offline bikini bottom sharing labia. He had to exhales a ‘Woof!”

“Is that what Barney says?” She stood up leering over her shoulder at him.

“Sometimes! Can I get you a drink?”

“Wine?”

“You’re not old enough to drink.” He chuckled.

“Fine don’t get me drunk.”

“Bottled water? Pepsi?”

“Water! Give some to Barney he’s panting really hard.”

“So am I.” He grinned and stepped around her then paused to bend over himself to unhook Barney’s leash. As his cargo shorts tightened up Dakota offered her own, “Woof!” Her version was sexy as hell! Laughing he left her to herself in his living room while he stepped to the refrigerator for a water bottle. “Have a seat if you want.”

“Yours?” She giggled.

“You sure do flirt hard.” He returned and handed her the water.

“Flirting makes things hard. My mom says that.” Not to her, but yes, she does at times babble like that. She had simply overheard her tell Piper Cherry something to that effect.

“Oh yeah? Your mom sounds like a wise woman.”

“She’s a schoolteacher. What do you do Josh?”

“Just got out of the military. Nothing special but it got my college paid for. I was a recruiter. Now I’m a fitness trainer and massage therapist.”

“Oooo! Give me a massage.”

“You got money?” He laughed and took a seat on his sofa.

“No! But my birthday is tomorrow.”

“Nineteen?”

“Sure!”

“Hmmm? What year were you born?”

“2003!”

“That osmaniye escort makes you 18.”

“2002!”

“Which is it?”

“Does it matter, I’m an adult.”

“Yes, you are. Bring me a piece of your birthday cake tomorrow and I’ll give you a ten-minute rubdown.”

“I won’t have a cake until Saturday. That’s when we’re celebrating.”

“Ah! Ok, then bring me one on Sunday. I’ll be busy Saturday anyway.”

“Deal! But… I want one now.” She was so needy at the moment and this challenge was soaking her pussy like crazy. Josh was just gorgeous even for a man in his 30’s. Kind of…like her daddy was. Just thinking of her father Dakota pouted at her lust. “Pleeeeeeeeeeeease?” Begging always worked on Daddy. She went so far as to begin kneeling on the floor.

“Hold up! Not the floor I need to vacuum. Barney sheds and besides that he’ll be licking you all over. Have a seat I’ll bring out my massaging table.”

“Aweeeeesome!” She grew bubbly and stood back up to sit on the couch. Hopping up Josh left her to cuddle with Barney who did seem to enjoy pelting her with saliva. “Stop that! I like your master more.” Josh hearing her had to laugh. He knew she was going to be a hand full going forward. Hauling out his portable massage table he set up in his living room right in front of the picture window. With darkness outside he began to close his drapes when she said, “You can leave them open.”

“Rather not! I don’t need nosey neighbors thinking the worst. You look younger that nineteen.” She was younger than nineteen. She was eighteen.

“They saw me walking around almost Nakie… come on Josh! Live a little!” Mom always said that too. So did daddy! After all the rubdowns of late with Henry and being touched or written on by boys in school Dakota was building up a tolerance to being seen naked. Now was no different. As he firmed up his table supports Dakota untied her bikini behind his back and stood naked waiting for him to tell her to hop on. Once he turned to face her for a full-frontal surprise Josh grit his teeth.

“Damn!”

“Can I crawl up on the table now?”

“Uhhh?” Again, he peered at his opened window, nightlights outside shining on the street corners. “Listen… you may not be shy, but I don’t need anyone calling the cops thinking I’m molesting a young girl. I’m closing the curtains.” Good thing! A certain bodybuilder in a big truck just drove by his home on his way to work. Dominic Black did glare their way but didn’t see Dakota, he was merely looking at the residence of the guy Sable had talked to earlier. Why was a good question.

“Fine!” Guiding her out of plain sight he hurried to draw the curtains closed. Once blocked he felt more at ease. Before he could even pat the table, she sat up on it and stretched out face up.

“Let me get you a towel to cover up. Roll over on your belly.”

“I won’t wear it.” Her alluring gaze was giving him fits. Growling he stepped away for his oils and belt to hold the bottle. Returning after a three-minute warm up of oil he huffed his cheeks at her incredible body. She knew he was looking but this time kept her eyes to herself. He could see how wet she was without even touching her, her clam was trickling on his tabletop.

“Ready?”

“Yessss!” She arched her ass up as if saying start here. Nope! He went for the shoulders after applying warmed oil all over her back. Cooing instantly at his strong hands Dakota moaned.

“Can’t feel that good already.”

“It does! You have strong hands. I love strong grips. I have a strong grip to. Just saying!”

“Uh huh!” He smirked. “So, tell me more about Sable?” Dakota grinned knowing he couldn’t tell the difference between them.

“I’m a cheerleader.”

“I can see that.” He nodded with a pucker. “Does your mom teach at the same school you attend?”

“Yeah! She’s an English teacher. My dad designs video games.”

“No shit? I play a lot of video games. What games has he worked on?”

“Frisky!” The only one that came to mind. Frisque, but it was just easier to say.

“I am not!” He laughed, “I’ve only touched your back.”

“Noooo silly! My dad created a game called Frisky.”

“Never heard of that one.” She shared a queer expression behind her back. Then it dawned on him the adult game Frisque but kept the knowledge to himself. If she didn’t know the true name, it was possible, she had no clue what it was about. Good man Josh! “What’s that about?”

“It’s some kind of game about army tanks.” She had hunches that it wasn’t any war game but was not 100% positive. She needed to find out here soon.

“A tank named Frisky. Sounds like a children’s book.” He thought. “A kitten in war with turret’s syndrome?” Gun turret! His chuckle made her peer back at him.

“Are you laughing at my butt?”

“I would never laugh at this cute… your butt.”

“Good! Rub it. Really dig in my bottom is aching.”

“Hey! Who’s the masseuse here you or me?”

“I can massage sinop escort you too. Just… not tonight I don’t have enough time.”

“Gotcha!”

Skipping her bare bottom, he moved to her legs and massaged them instead. Sucking up the courage to tackle that adorable heart shaped butt he needed a minute to cope. Probably the smart thing considering his uncertainty of her age. Why he was even taking this risk was beyond him. All he had to go on was trust. Looking down at Barney sniffing at Sable/Dakota’s bikini he realized something. “Wasn’t your bikini a green color earlier?”

“I went home and changed.” Easy enough!

“Ah! Ok!” Feeling her body tense, he considered that to be a fib, but there really was no other explanation. Finding her feet ticklish he persisted until she kicked her feet laughing. “Not ticklish, are you?”

“Everywhere!” She giggled. “Especially between my legs.”

“I’m not going there, Sable! That’s a little too invasive in my profession.” Not in the least, Josh Ramsey loved getting clients off fingering them, but with this nagging doubt in Sable… whom he thought was Sable that is… he found it safer to keep as far away as possible from that tight little… hard to not look at… stare at… drool over… pussy. Hissing, he ended up oiling her butt at least. She was all kinds of giddy as he squeezed her bare bottom. So close! So very, very close! His thumbs sinking between her butt crack and prying with ease offered him a better insight into teenage beauty. Growing mesmerized even with his conscience bothering him he heard his doorbell and froze.

“Stay put!” He had no friends so who would pop over without calling, no clients scheduled, no fast food ordered. It had to be a nosey neighbor checking on him after seeing him bring Sable inside. Tossing her a blanket from his couch back she simply dropped it to the floor. Pain in the adorable ass!

Turning his porch light on he shot a glance through his peep hole. “What the hell?” He swallowed dryly then shot a glare at Dakota who was teasing Barney with her arm draped over the side of the table. Opening his front door, he faced the music.

“Hi! Remember me?” Sable! Her soft voice barely audible in her nerves. After dealing with Dominic Black, her confidence was soaring, yet in the eye contact she did grow shy again. He was pretty certain the sister on his table hadn’t heard the real Sable’s soft words.

“I do indeed!” There was that teal green bikini. He knew then and there they were identical twins. Holding a finger to his lips to silence her he opened the screen door and motioned her in. Whispering, “I think your sister’s scamming me.” Sable dropped her jaw. How did Dakota know about this guy? Daring to step inside just to catch Dakota, Sable peered across the room to see her sister on the massage table. Pouting Sable joined his silent finger reaction and ducked behind a recliner. He understood the mischief and made in appear as if a solicitor. “NOPE! No Mormon pamphlets for me.” He shut the door and shook his head at the irony of all this. Twins! Who knew?

Returning to Dakota he avoided her buns due to Sable now also in his home. It was bad enough the sister was naked. Sensing that was not going to be a problem after Sable showing off a nipple earlier, they were undoubtedly identical even in their openness.

“Who was it?” Dakota asked.

“Mormons! I should have let you answer the door. That would have been pretty funny.” It would have when sisters met face to face under the circumstances. “Where was I?”

“Rubbing my pussy.”

“I was not!” He chuckled. Crawling from behind the recliner on her hands and knees Sable had to push Barney aside from thinking she wanted to play. Reaching Dakota’s blind side Sable stood up with a sneer at seeing her sister nude. Bitch! Stealing her thunder, she thought. No more stealth Sable raised her hand and slapped her sister’s ass cheek.

“OW! That’s more like it. Do it again Josh.” Sable grinned at Josh then struck her sister even harder. Sad when it was Sable who liked a bit of roughness, and here she was playing the dominant one. One more harsh swat Sable let herself be known.

“I HATE YOU!”

Rolling to her side to look back Dakota bulged her eyes at the unexpected visitor. “Sable?”

“Dakota?” She mocked her. “I’m sorry my sister’s such a slut Josh. Put your bikini on.”

“Take yours off.” Dakota laughed. “Josh has strong hands.”

“Wait, what?” Josh knew this was going to backfire. “You two need to behave. I don’t like being tricked. Maybe you both should just go on home.”

“NOOOOOOOOOO!” Both girls shared one symphony. Brows rising at their duality Josh looked from Dakota’s full frontal now that she had rolled over then at Sable’s 90% nudity in wearing that teal microkini. Sable was like a deer in headlights. Dakota was like a deer strapped to a car hood.

“We barely know Josh.” Sable told her sister, “That’s why I stopped by to say… hi again.”

“I’m honored you want to be neighborly but I’m feeling duped here. Did you two plan this?”

“I swear I had no idea Dakota was coming here. I didn’t even talk to her since we met on the sidewalk.”

“It’s true! It was coincidence I met you too. So glad I did though. Rub me!”

“I think that ship has sailed.”

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My room was up on the third floor and was the largest in the house. I had plenty of space for a full sized bed, computer desk, and a futon with room to spare. I also had a small window air conditioner so, on hot summer nights my room was a hang out.

Chloe came over after work and came up to my room where I was watching some mindless reruns on my small TV–my hair still damp from the shower. When she asked how my day was, I told her all about my visit to the Coppola house. I wasn’t trying to clear my conscience. Chloe was horny as fuck and got off on CFNM with me. She had even contrived situations with other girls in the past.

Chloe made me reenact how I stripped for Mrs. Coppola while she sat on the bed and watched. As my underwear slid down my cock, she applauded with delight. She commanded me to remain standing there for several minutes so she could fully examine my naked body. Then she made me turn around, fully erect, for inspection. Being in control of the situation got her hot. Finally, she summoned me over with a gleam in her eye. The sensation of my rock hard cock bouncing side to side in plain site was exhilarating as I walked directly toward her until it was right in front of her face.

“I bet that lady wishes she could do this!” Chloe said grabbing my hard dick and putting the tip in her mouth, “But it’s mine!” She proceeded to passionately slide her mouth back and forth. Her right hand was wrapped tokat escort around my shaft and she moved it with a slight twist right in front of her soft, plump lips. She yearned for me to be inside her–anywhere.

After a short while, I pulled her up and kissed her while I started undressing her. Immediately, our mouths were wide open and our tongues caressed each other. She was wearing short white overalls and a plum short sleeve top with little flowers. I undid her overalls and let them fall to the floor while she kissed me and lovingly stroked my cock. It felt like it might burst out of its skin. I slipped her top over her head. Her purple underwire bra looked beautiful against her dark half-asian skin. Her perky young tits pretty much stayed in place as I opened the clasp and they sprung loose. They were a perfect handful of deliciously soft flesh with sensitive, erect pencil eraser sized nipples and pink and brown silver dollar aureolas. Chloe slipped the thin straps off her shoulders and lowered her arms to let her bra fall away. Her pussy was already sopping wet, slippery, and ready when I slid my hand into her purple satin panties, over her bush, and inserted my middle finger into her. She moaned with satisfaction as I temporarily satiated her burning hunger to be filled.

I brought her over to the dresser and turned her to face the large mirror. I stood behind her and yozgat escort slipped off her panties. She kicked them to the side while I kissed her from behind. I think she liked being fully exposed as much as I did. She had zero inhibition as I drank in her beautiful, young, naked body in the mirror. I caressed her breasts and gently stroked her clit with my right middle finger. The tip of my hard cock gently rubbed against the small of her back just above her firm bare ass–streaking her skin with glistening trails of pre-cum. With my left hand grasping her hip and my right hand on her shoulder, I gently pushed her forward and bent her over so that I could slide my rod into her from behind as she leaned on the dresser. She let out a soft gasp as I felt her warm, wet pussy envelop the head of my cock. I could feel her tighten around the base of my shaft, as if she were grabbing it, as I penetrated her deeply and she moaned softly.

“Fuck me, baby.” She whined desperately.

I grabbed the inside of her hips and thrusted slowly. I love the vision of a beautiful naked woman from behind. Her soft, dark hair swept across her bare back, falling right around her shoulder blades. The flow of her smooth skin and spine was uninterrupted by any strap. She beautifully narrowed at the waist then expanded again at the hips in a perfect hourglass. Her round ass cheeks pressed against my pubic bone zonguldak escort on either side of my cock as I went all the way in. She relished the fullness of me inside her and surrendered to my control. I pulled her back towards me so that we could both watch in the mirror while I fucked her.

“You look so hot with me inside you!” I whispered in her ear.

I was surprised how thick the underside of my dick looked in the mirror and how her inner lips moved in and out as I thrusted. This was an angle I hadn’t seen before. She was so wet that I could see and feel her creamy juices running down my balls and dripping onto the floor. She leaned her head back on my shoulder and closed her eyes in ecstasy as I kissed her neck and squeezed her tits. The weight of her breasts in my hands further accentuated her femininity. Her arms were over her head and wrapped around the back of my neck, embracing me and pulling me closer. Her pussy kept getting tighter until she squirmed with ecstasy and yelled: “Oh baby, yeah! Yeah!”

Immediately, I felt pressure building and my cock stiffening even more. I felt like I was about to explode.

“I’m gonna cum!” I said urgently.

“Yeah, baby! Cum inside me!”

My cock pulsated as I squirted cum inside her. She felt satisfaction with each twitch, pushing back against me to drive me as deeply inside her as possible as I came. We stood there for a minute in the afterglow, me still inside her, and gazed into each other’s eyes in the mirror–periodically kissing. She tilted her hips and clenched her thighs together as I carefully withdrew to avoid dropping a big load of cum onto the floor as my softening penis flopped out.

“Let’s go get something to eat.”

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It was late next morning when Madison, lying naked as usual in her bed, got a text from Dan.

“Hey there,” he began. “We had a lot of fun last night, and I know you did too.”

“Thanks,” Madison wrote back simply. She felt exhausted, and despite her history of lewd behavior, she actually felt ashamed. She had let seven guys use her holes the night before. Seven! She shuddered after the thought.

“Eww!” She said to herself. “Eww eww eww!” Six of the guys she had only met an hour or so before. She didn’t know any of their names, nothing about them at all. And she had allowed them to just – use her! Use her like a toy and toss her aside! She may have been an exposed webslut, but she had never felt so disgusting.

“I really have to stop behaving like a slut,” she thought. “I mean – internet exposure and everything that comes with it is one thing. But at least it can’t get me pregnant, and at least I can’t catch anything doing it. And – and I don’t know if – like, I could probably make excuses for that,” she lied to herself. “But how do you make excuses for letting yourself get gangbanged by a room full of guys you just met and don’t know their names? I really am turning into a slut. Or maybe I’ve already turned into one.”

Madison’s self-deprecating thoughts were interrupted, however, by another text from Dan.

“Glad you came clean to me last night. You know, about the whole Webslut Madison thing. I’ve been watching your videos all morning. I mean, holy shit. That is raw. I honestly can’t believe some of it!”

“Thanks,” Madison said nonchalantly. “I get really into it sometimes.”

“Yeah, no shit!” Dan replied. “I mean, I can believe it. Believe it all. And I do, because I know you, and I know how much of a slut you are. I knew it that day outside our class last year when you had it written on your body and I took you back to my apartment and fucked you. But damn! Some of that shit it just hot as hell!”

“Anything in particular?” Madison asked. She rolled over onto her back and softly stroked her pussy.

“Ohhhh, fuck. Here we go again. Just a dumb used up gangbanged shown off slut and I’m already getting turned on because Dan likes my videos,” she thought. “I’m – I’m just such a slut for wanting it like this.”

“Yeah, definitely. The one where you pounded your throat with that dildo, holy fuck. I didn’t know a girl could enjoy destroying her own throat until she cried, even a nasty slut like you. The one where you had to have that stranger write slut on you. The one where you were naked in the snow, freezing your tits off and talking about how you don’t deserve clothes. Slapping the shit out of your own face. Begging to be exposed all over, begging for your life to be ruined. Damn, Madison! I want to make it happen!”

“Please, Dan,” she began. “Don’t take that too seriously. I know you could do it if you wanted to.”

“It’s going to happen whether I do it or not.”

“Probably. I’m kinda fucked. It’s just a matter of time before anyone can google my name and find it. Find everything. And before my friends and my parents find out. God, I’m going to be so humiliated and so fucked.”

“Yeah, probably.” Madison started stroking her pussy more heavily, sliding two fingers in between her moistening lips.

“You really want it don’t you? Dan asked.

“I don’t know. I mean I used to think it was just a hot fantasy. But I basically can’t cum without it and I know if and when it happens I’m going to cum so hard.”

“You dirty little slut. You’re probably fingering yourself right now just thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Madison admitted. “But please, can we let this go on, get me more spread around and irreversibly exposed so I completely lose control before my life is actually ruined?” Madison asked. She closed her eyes, thinking about how stupid she was for actually wanting that, for actually wanting her reputation ruined forever and to be completely humiliated for it. She could have just turned into a cum slut that sucked every cock in sight and had a reputation for that – at least she’s still be able to teach! Slowly, she slid two fingers inside her aching pussy and took a deep breath.

“I can’t wait to get my fucking life and reputation ruined forever,” she whispered to herself as she arched her back and slipped into an alternate reality.

Madison came hard again that morning. That night, she met Dan for dinner, and he told her what he had planned. He wanted her to go to the auditorium on a Tuesday night and he would tell her the rest.

She showed up, of course, two Tuesdays later, and after being blindfolded and wearing noise-canceling earphones, depriving her of sight and sound, she walked onto the stage and sat in a chair.

“Take off your shirt,” Dan ordered, speaking into her headphones, once she was seated.

“Dan?! Are you crazy? Right here?”

“Yes, slut. You know you want to.”

A million thoughts rushed through Madison’s mind. “Who is in the auditorium?” She thought. “Sure, it could be nobody, kahramanmaraş escort just a way to heighten my arousal without actually showing me off. But when has Dan ever done that? He just made me fuck a room full of his friends I had barely met!”

Her thoughts raged on. “What if – fuck, what if he filled the room with a bunch of our classmates and he’s finally doing it, making me expose myself and show them what I really am, just an exposed, shown off, passed-around slut?” The thought was terrifying. After all, she certainly wasn’t sure she wanted to be outed in front of her entire class. But she was also incredibly aroused at the thought – the thought of being made to strip on stage in front of those same people. “Am I crazy?!” She thought.

“Dan, I – I mean sort of, but – but – who’s out there?”

“Don’t worry about that, sweetie,” Dan said with a chuckle.

“But – I mean – it could be, like – anybody. Everybody, our whole class…”

“Is that who you want it to be, Madison?”

“No!” She half-lied.

“Now, listen. I know you love to be exposed, and you know it too, don’t you?”

“I mean – well- he’s, but -“

“And do you think I’d make you do something like this – strip, here – if I thought you didn’t actually want it deep down?”

The question baffled Madison for a minute. “Deep down? She thought. “I mean, deep down I want to be exposed in front of everybody, classmates, old friends, my parents’ neighbors, old teachers…deep down I want to be reduced to nothing but the most famous whore on the internet. But I’m reality…”

“Madison?” Dan asked, breaking her train of thought.

“Yeah. I mean, deep down, sure,” she said without thinking. “Wait,” she thought. “What am I saying? Deep down do I want that, or is it just a hot fantasy that I’ve come way too close to fulfilling? Deep down has to just be a fantasy!

“Then take it off,” came the instructions again. Shit, thought Madison, too late.

“Take it off now. Or everyone you know gets a little surprise – a video of sweet, innocent little Madison being the willing target of a gangbang!”

“Fuck!” She thought. She knew she really didn’t have much choice. She knew she didn’t want THAT to happen, and she had basically given Dan permission to force her, blackmail her into furthering her exposure. Plus, her pussy was starting to get wet.

Slowly, Madison lifted her shirt. It was a slightly- cropped T-shirt, only showing an inch or so of her stomach, the kind of shirt she knew she’d have to either cut up or get rid of if she really committed to dressing like a slut full-time at the beginning of the next year. And slowly, more and more of Madison’s stomach was exposed, and then her chest, as she carefully pulled the shirt off over her blindfold and her headphones.

“There,” she said. “Happy?” She sighed, a little relieved that nothing important was actually showing. But Dan had other ideas, of course.

“Okay. Now let me help you out of those shorts,” he said as he tugged on the button. Her shorts were denim and short, a hint of her ass visible from the rear. Dan grabbed the top hem and pulled down, taking her panties with the shorts as he roughly, quickly pulled the shorts down to her knees and then off over her feet.

“Spread your legs!” Dan ordered.

“Dan, are you – are you making me get naked – here? Who’s out there? What if somebody comes in?”

“I know you like being exposed. You’re a Webslut for a reason!” He said. He was already behind her, unclasping her bra.

“Dan! Not to the whole school!” She pleaded. “Who’s out there? Hello?” She called. But of course, she couldn’t hear a thing.

Dan unhooked her bra and pulled it over her shoulders.

“Fuck! Dan!” He didn’t respond, he just slapped her across the face, then whispered into the headset he was wearing, the one that was connected by Bluetooth to Madison’s headphones.

“We both know how much you love being exposed. What a little whore you are. You love being shown off, don’t you, Madison?”

“Dan, please – I don’t even – I can’t -” she stammered. She folded her arms across her chest, covering her exposed tits as she sat in her chair, quivering, her mind racing. “I can’t fucking strip naked here! There could be a hundred other students here! Or five hundred!” She thought. For all she knew, Dan had set up this elaborate scheme to expose her as a slut – or even as a Webslut – to the whole school! It would spread like wildfire! Everyone she knew – or everyone from school, at least – would be watching her videos, and see her getting gang banged, see her intentionally roughing up her throat, her face – she’d be ruined!

Dan leaned over and stroked her panty-covered pussy. “Mmmmm, so wet,” he whispered.

“Fuck! Why do I want this!” Madison thought. “Why do I get so damned turned on every time I think about being exposed, shown off, outed to the whole school!”

“You’re such a fucking dirty little slut and you know it,” Dan continued.

“Ohhhhh!” kastamonu escort Madison moaned as he pressed two fingers through her panties and into her pussy.

“Stand up. Put your arms down and take these off.”

“Dan? Please?” She begged. But as she spoke the words, her body betrayed her. She was already rising from the chair.

“Now, slut. Or I’m taking your clothes and leaving and calling everyone I know to watch the dumb almost naked slut try to get back to her apartment in just a skimpy pair of panties!”

“How many, Dan?! She inquired as she stood, the nervousness readily apparent in her voice. “How many are out there?” She asked shakily.

“I’m not telling you that!”

“Dan!”

“You loved stripping in front of all my friends, getting groped, felt up, used, didn’t you?”

When there was no response, he slapped her hard in the face.

“Didn’t you?” He asked again.

“Y-yes,” she squeaked.

“Why?” Dan asked. Madison stood, her arms covering her tits, and Dan exploited this by running his fingers over her thin panties, arousing her even more.

“B-because,” Madison said. “Damn it,” she thought. “I’m too horny to stop, he’s going to fucking break me to where I can’t stop myself!”

Dan slapped her even harder this time. “Because why, slut?!” He demanded.

That slap took Madison from one universe to another. Before she was a college girl, struggling against feelings of shame and embarrassment, and afterward, she felt like such a whore, but she was intensely aroused by those same feelings. She felt low, pathetic, even worthless. It brought back all the feelings she felt during her month of denial – how she was an object, not a person. How her purpose was to please others, not herself, even if it meant complete ruination of her mind, her career, her life, in order to give others that pleasure.

“B-because I’m a worthless exhibitionist slut and I – and I get off on being – being shown off and -“

“And humiliated?”

“Yes! Yes, and humiliated!”

“Good. Now put your arms down and take off your panties!”

Madison shook her head. She just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Dan, seeing this, reached out and grabbed her panties and ripped them to her ankles, exposing her neatly shaven cunt.

“Dan!” Madison shrieked. She instantly moved one arm to cover her exposed pussy, trying her best to cover both tits with the other arm. Dan coolly walked around to her backside as she stood there, slightly bent, but not moving a muscle. He slowly began running his finger through her ass crack, over her sphincter, as she tried her best not to moan.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you, slut?”

“Y-yes, I – I need it, Dan!”

“What do you need? Tell me.”

“I need them all to know – to know what a slut I am!”

“Then sit down, spread your legs wide, and tell them how much of a slut you are while you fuck yourself.”

Madison swallowed. Was he really ordering her to masturbate in front of a room full of people? She wondered. But she had already been betrayed by her sexual urges, and no matter how much the sane, conservative, future teacher in her wanted to run away, the desperate, depraved slut in her wanted nothing more than to be humiliated.

Dan took her hand and led her to the chair. Slowly, she sat, her whole body shaking as she turned around and placed her ass in the chair before scooting it forward, toward the audience. Dan picked up her left leg and placed it neatly on the arm of the chair.

“Dan! What are you doing? What is that?!” She squealed. She felt fabric against her ankle and tried to tug, but it was no use – her leg was fastened securely, tied to the lower front part of the chair arm. Before she knew it, as she struggled against the restraint, her right ankle was receiving the same treatment.

“Dan, I’m – I’m spread wide open!” She cried.

“Shut up. You know you like it, slut. Now tell us all what you are while you fuck yourself.”

“Dan?! Are you crazy?!”

“No. If anyone’s crazy here, it’s you! Now tell me what you are!”

“Dan, I – this is – I’m – this is scary! Take it – the blindfold! Take it off me, please, Dan!”

“Just tell us all you’re a slut,” he said, chuckling. Of course, he made no move toward loosening her blindfold. Her arms were free, he reasoned, and she could have removed it herself if she was truly not enjoying this. And for her part, Madison made no effort to remove it either.

Several seconds passed, punctuated by a hard slap to the right side of Madison’s face. “Now!” Dan said, more harshly this time.

Madison bit her lip, trying her damnedest not to give away the arousal she felt. She paused for a moment, fear washing over her, part of her wanting to just rip the blindfold off and see how badly she was being exposed – how many people were watching her. But her hand betrayed her, it slowly crept toward her spread-open, wet, throbbing pussy.

“What are you, Madison?” Dan practically shouted. He kayseri escort hit her again, harder this time, forcing her head to turn to the right.

Madison trembled. She let out a surprised but electrified utterance, spread her legs a little wider, and felt her throbbing cunt with her hand. Slowly she opened her mouth. “I – I’m just a slut,” she said softly.

“Louder.” He hit her again.

“I said I’m a slut!” She said loudly.

“Good. And you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“God, yes!”

“You like being exposed, shown off, humiliated, isn’t that right?” He slapped her again.

“Ohhhh! Yes sir!”

“And you like being slapped in the face. It makes you feel like a whore, doesn’t it?” He placed his hand under her chin, squeezing her throat as he spoke to her.

“Yes, I – I am – I’m such a whore!”

“Good. Now prove it. Fuck yourself.”

Madison slowly inserted two fingers into her wet, waiting slit, shivering in excitement as she did. She breathed heavily but steadily, trying not to reveal how much this was actually turning her on. If Dan knew that – he’d make her strip in front of the class or something equally ridiculous, she thought. And as soon as she thought about this, her mind slipped into a perverted fantasy.

“Front of the class, slut!” Dan commanded in her fantasy. “Clothes off. Now! Show them what you are!”

Tears fell from Madison’s face as she rose and walked slowly to the front of the room, her short skirt not quite covering her ass and her tiny top not doing much to cover her breasts or her back. She couldn’t believe what she was doing – following orders, yes, but intentionally and knowingly ruining her reputation in the process – in front of possibly the most important class of her career. It was a class full of students who had pledged to become teachers, to bring up the next generation of young minds. And there she was, among them, just a slut for exposure and use.

“Turn around!” She heard him command. “Shirt off. Show them all. You know how much you need this!”

Madison began to cry harder as she reached for the bottom of her shirt, which was only about three inches from the bottom of her tits. Her whole stomach was already on display, along with some cleavage. Slowly, she raised her shirt, her breasts falling out as she had not worn a bra that day. She looked down briefly and pulled the shirt over her head, exposing the word “slut” written in large letters in red marker across her chest. Her whole class stared at the topless, exposed beauty in front of them, mouths open.

“Explain it, tell them – tell them what you are!”

“I – I mean -” Madison began. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she sniffled. “I’m – I’m a slut,” she said with a sigh. Just then, her arousal took over and she could not stop herself.

“I’m a nasty, stupid – dumb degraded slut! I just – I want to be – to be exposed for you all, for everyone. I want this. I want to be slapped and degraded and called filthy names. I want my reputation ruined.”

“Skirt off!” Madison nodded, too turned on to reply, and quickly slid the skirt down to the floor and stepped out of it, revealing her shaved pussy as she has not worn panties either.

“I’m online everywhere,” she explained. “I’m Webslut Madison. Google me. Spread me around. Fuck, film me now, I want it. I want to be ruined so bad, I -“

“Didn’t you fucking hear me?” Dan slapped her, jolting her back to reality. “I said tell them how much you love to be exposed.”

“I love it,” she said to the auditorium. “I’m a webslut. Webslut Madison, I’m all over the internet, please just use me, spread me -“

“I watched all your filthy videos, slut,” said Dan. He slapped her tit this time, and she plunged a third finger into her pussy.

“You know which one was my favorite?”

“Please, please tell me!” She said as she fingered herself harder.

“Well, I liked the one where you destroyed your own throat with a dildo. Such a sick little whore. And I liked the one where you begged to be ruined- have your life completely ruined forever.”

“Ohhhhh fuck yes, Dan! I want it!” Madison could not stop herself now. “Show me off to the whole school, the class, make me a bigger slut! Make me dress like a whore every day. Make me write slut on my stomach and show the whole class! Tell everyone what I am – who I am! Make me regret it and ruin me, ohhhhhh!”

Dan took a step back and watched the events he had set in motion unfold.

“Please, Dan! Please tell me you’ll help me- ohhhh, hell me ruin myself! Ohhhh fuck, help me destroy my life and reputation! I need it!”

“You do. Don’t you? You really want it!”

“Ohhhh fuck yes! I hope there’s a hundred people watching me, no – two hundred! I hope they all tell their friends! I hope I’m completely outed! I hope they tell my parents! I want this Dan, ohhhhh fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, ohhhh god!”

Madison shook violently as she exploded into orgasm. A million thoughts raced through her head. Who was watching her? How many? How many now knew her dirty little secret? Oh, God, it was so, so humiliating – and she was loving it!

“Ohhhh God, come here and fuck me, Dan! Come here and fuck me and tell me what a dirty little whore I am!” She begged.

“You are a dirty little whore, but I’m not fucking you,” he said with a smirk.

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“Bye Mom. See you when you get home.”

Dakota McKellen was on her way downstairs to join her sister Sable and her unofficial boyfriend Travis Pervert Herbert. Her Father Henry was in the kitchen boiling hot dogs and mac & cheese, a favorite dinner of choice for the girls growing up. While watching their weight that was the one battle of carbs they couldn’t resist. Of late there was a lot of other things the girls could not resist, namely growing up. Their birthdays in under two weeks they were screaming to be taken seriously as adults in every way. Including the need to know what sex and the human emotion really had to offer. Both girls still virgins were teetering ever closer to the idea that those days might be ready to be put to bed. Literally!

Wearing a high cut grey tank top with no bra and baggy powder blue drawstring cotton shorts also scissor cut high on her hips Dakota ended her call from her Mother halfway down the flight of stairs and looked out over the living room. On their 65′ TV her sister Sable was watching Disney’s Beauty and the Beast, the animated version. Sitting hip to hip with Travis the two giggled amongst each others company more than watching Belle sing. While Dakota herself had no fancy for nerd boys like Travis, especially perverted ones she did find them cute together.

Sable herself although a dead ringer for Dakota in every way save for wearing braces, did have a different personality. Dakota much more organized in what to say to people without blushing, and more flirty, left Sable behind when it came to boys and ofttimes older people. Sable was shy to a degree, smarter than Dakota, and awkward in a lot of ways. Yet, the two navigated life bouncing off one another as most twins do, thinking and reading each others thoughts often made for a rash of giggles.

Setting foot on the living room floor Dakota moved to the back of the sofa and leaned over the two giddy occupants her right foot pumping up and down on the carpet until Sable looked up and noticed her. Smiling at her sister Dakota rolled her eyes and put a finger to her mouth as if gagging then sneering at Travis. Sable in turn pouted and asked, “What do you want?”

“Come back here a second I need to talk to you.”

“Awww!” She frowned having to leave her couch potato skin friend to join her sister. When getting up Sable quickly took a couch cushion and placed it over the lap of Travis who boasted a hard on from sitting so close to his girl…friend. She knew it and wanted that darn thing hidden from her sister. Her view nobody else. Shuffling around the couch Travis followed her with his eyes, her dress skirt wrinkled up in back from sitting rode gently higher than it should. He loved the horizon, especially now that she had gotten bolder and took her panties off. It took him awhile to realize it but she did dare to give him hints. Happy camper the couch potato was.

“What’s up?”

Dakota pulled her aside further then whispered, “Mom called. She got my panties back from Corey. She knew somehow. Let’s not tell Daddy too much I don’t want him to scold me. Promise me you won’t run your mouth?”

“I won’t say anything more than I already have.”

“I did tell Daddy something you don’t know.”

“What? Is it juicy?” Sable grew bubbly.

“Angus…kissed me today by my locker. Robin even saw it and…” She fidgeted deciding if she should tell her the rest of the story. If she did her sister might freak out. Bad enough she had seen her topless by accident before the kiss ever happened. Having to rescue Dakota with help once was okay, if she knew she might have had to a second time then she would be scared for her. She omitted the rest, “…didn’t say a word.” Her mouth was too busy kissing Dakota’s nipple alongside Angus. She was wet just thinking about it all over again.

“He kissed you?” Sable’s jaw lowered, “Did you suck?”

“Suck? Noooo! I didn’t suck anything.”

“No I meant were you any good at kissing? Why would you think I was asking if you…you didn’t did you?”

“Noooo! Don’t be rude. I’m not ready for that kind of thing. It’s scary wondering if I’m a good kisser without knowing if I suck at everything else too.”

“I can ask Travis if he would give us kissing lessons.” She bit her nail with brightened eyes hoping Dakota would read her mind.

“Did you two kiss too?” Dakota bulged her own.

“Not yet. Should I let him?”

“Uh? Ew! All yours.”

“I just don’t want Daddy to catch us.” Dakota knowing her Father was nervous as heck after kissing her she played coy.

“I’ll run interference. Smooch away.” Dakota twirled on the ball of her foot and wiggled away. Her Dad could be seen hovering over a stove stirring macaroni to keep it from sticking to the pan. Sable shivered and returned to the couch.

Stepping in front of Travis he reached up and pinched her left cheek, the part that was slightly visible. Chin lowering out of awe she flopped down next to him and sneered. Without looking at his lap she plucked up the cushion and took it tokat escort away. She wanted to see his tented sweatpants. Being out of school a few days due to his harassment by fellow students it was all about leisure, no underwear did not mask his erection one bit. He was pretty stoked by his gift, what he thought was a good size. Far from it but as long as he was happy who cares right?

Shuffling into the kitchen Dakota snuck up behind her Father Henry and surrounded his back with her arms, “Dinner ready yet?” Her nipples taunting his back even with shirts between them he had to swallow. Knowing his co-worker Tessa was right about Dakota crushing on her dad seemed really wrong, yet for some reason he just couldn’t tell her to back off.

“Not yet. Wanna grab some scissors and cut the cheese pouch? Gotta Velveeta it up.”

“I can do that.”

She released him and moved to his right for a pair of scissors amid their cutlery set. Henry slid the aluminum foil pouch across the counter toward her and she reached for it at the exact same time. Hands touching she trembled and smiled up at him. “Thank you Daddy.” He smiled back and lifted his hand away.

Standing next to him she severed the entire top seal and started to turn to throw it away when it fluttered from her fingers to the floor. He noted it’s jailbreak and turned intending to crouch and pick it up but she beat him to it. In their duel he faced her just as she looked up right at his crotch. There were two rival erections in the McKellen home at the moment. Eyes flaring at his tent she recalled her and Sable hiding in his closet and his real dick right in front of her face. This was nothing new but he had no idea of the first time.

“Sorry Punky.”

“For what? I got…this.” She didn’t want to stand up but knew she needed to. Noting her behavior as part of his crush revelation he peered down at her tank tops cleavage. As she rose to her feet she bit her lower lip and flared her eyes at him then licked her fingers of gooey cheese build up from the seal. Sucking her fingertip almost seductively he had to turn away. She knew he was nervous but curious at the same time.

Stepping around him she walked the four feet to the trash can and feigned dropping it again. This time instead of kneeling she bent over to pick it up. Her tight thin shorts offered cameltoe. “Come here…you.” She spoke to the elusive seal. Henry had to grit his teeth and focus on the stirring. With a colander waiting in the sink he tested the tenderness of the macaroni before pouring the noodles into the colander to drain the starch. Dakota being helpful after her trash run reached over Henry’s arm to turn on the water to rinse the macaroni. In doing so her tit grazed across his forearm.

“Careful don’t burn yourself on the pan.”

“Panties? What panties?” She panicked thinking that he knew of Corey’s thievery.

“I didn’t say panties? What’s wrong with you? I can see you’re not wearing any again.”

“You can?” She sucked in her tummy pressing her fingers into her abdomen to check herself out. “Don’t make me go put any on Daddy.”

“Never crossed my mind Miss Adult. I think you and I need to have a long talk about all this kissing and stuff. I’m…still uneasy about your requests.”

“You don’t have to teach me Daddy. I’ll figure it out on my own. Even if Angus dumps me before I’m any good.”

“Angus? Ah, yeah the boy at school. The kissing bandit.”

“I was really red when he kissed me. Kids laughed.”

“Kids can be cruel. Been there done that in my day. I was bullied until I put on some body mass.” She looked right at his erection when he said mass. Lifting her chin he said, “You don’t need to be so obvious Punky.”

“I…can’t help it Daddy. I…want Angus to know I can do anything. Be what he wants to keep.”

“And, looking at my…plumper connects me to what Angus needs how?”

“Don’t embarrass me Daddy.” She smiled turning red, “I’m…just…learning.”

“Get some plates. Soon as I mix in the cheese dinner’s ready. Go ask Travis if he wants to eat with us I made extra dogs.”

“He’s the dog…” She giggles again gagging herself with an index finger, “…but okay.” He frowned at her rude comment until he thought about it. Travis did have a serious case of puppy dog eyes for Sable.

Ten minutes prior to Henry’s instruction toward Dakota, Sable and Travis were getting a little touchy feely on the sofa. With emotions bending curiosity, Travis made some moves he expected to be punished for. Hand on her leg lightly rubbing from knee upward over time. She watched their movie one second without acknowledging him then sheepishly grinning his way the next. Blushing inevitable for both of them she tried to rub his leg too but kept getting embarrassed enough to retreat.

Finally, Travis took her hand and put in on the upper thigh of his sweats, fingers mere inches from a high-rise erection. She flared her eyes then shot glances toward the kitchen to be certain she wasn’t being yozgat escort watched. Temptation led her to hold her breath and reach over to pinch the crown of his dick between an index finger and her thumb, pulling away just as quickly.

“Woah!” Travis bulged his eyes at her sudden bravery. Looking over her toward Henry and Dakota for safety Travis opted to join her teasing by reaching over and cupping her right tit then shared in her blush. Fighting the giggles she took another chance and poked a nail against his balls just to see them move. The two crushes were crushing it.

After seeing one another nude already, if not by choice the thoughts were always in hiding. She liked Travis, he adored her, the rest was just getting over the shyness. Before Travis can decide upon his next temptation she stood up slyly looking at her Dad and sister with their backs turned to them. Taking his hand Sable quickly encouraged Travis to follow her upstairs. “Where are we going?” He whispered.

“My bedroom.” She razzed him then took the lead silently taking one step at a time. At the top of the stairs they crept to her room and she ushered him in. Cautiously closing her door she led him to her bed and sat him down. “Just sit there.”

She stepped back grinning cheesily at him, uncaring that he saw her braces and took her dress off. With only a bra on currently she removed it before his eyes and tossed it at him jokingly. You know Perbert Herbert, straight to his nose. Dancing in step for ten seconds she scurried to her dresser for a pair of shorts which she put on with her back to Travis. Bending forward to step into them her ass showed off it’s beauty, pussy winking his direction. Before pulling them up she looked over her shoulder to see if he was watching. Of course he was.

Hand down the front of his sweats Travis was jerking off. Dropping her jaw at his necessity she recalled watching him the day at Piper’s pool. Then when he was tied up naked in the gym. Seeing him jizz both times she was curious to witness it again. In a sense she wanted to know just how much he liked her. Leaving her shorts undone and droopy she used her finger to her lips and tiptoed to her bedroom door, easing it open to make sure her Father wasn’t outside. Secure she shut it again and stepped toward her bed and sat beside him. “Let me see it.”

“Whoa!” was all she could get out of him as before. He was in shock and eager at the same time. Lifting up he tugged his sweats down and let his penis bob in front of her. She flared her eyes toward it then took his hand back to it curling fingers.

“Do it for me.”

“You do it for me.” He laughed at the opportunity. Another shy grin she had to take another look out her door for safety reasons. Topless with her pink shorts hanging low she peeked out. Still no one. Latching her door she leans her back to it and lets her shorts drop to her ankles. Moving her fingers to her pussy she began rubbing her clit, which she was getting quite good at of late in the privacy of her bedroom. Shyness pushed away as best she could they watched each other closely. She was terrified if nothing else that her dad would walk up checking on them. With Travis knuckling his cock hard he wanted her closer. Patting the bed for her to sit with him she let her guard down and peeled her back from the door. One step away her door came flying open and colliding with Sable’s backside.

“Dinner’s…beddy…” Dakota barged in without knocking. Seeing Travis on her sister’s bed jerking very close to cumming Dakota bulged her eyes then corrected herself, “…ready.”

“Don’t tell Daddy.” Sable faced her sister in her nudity except for her shorts covering her feet.

“Holy Moley!” Dakota felt as if she walked in on the one thing she never ever expected. Truth was she had. “What are you two freaks doing?”

“Get in here.” Sable tried to pull Dakota inside but it took effort to shut her door.

“I don’t wanna see…him…do…that.” Maybe she did. Hiding behind Sable they observed Travis destroying his cock with rapid friction. Unable to touch herself in front of Dakota, Sable just covered her chest with her forearms.

“Get dressed.” Dakota informed her sister. “Daddy might come up.” Cum up someone did. Snarling at the girls they froze in step and witnessed Travis shooting cum two feet into the air. Eying it’s decent to her carpet the twin’s dropped their jaw.

Sable mumbled in awe of his performance. “That was awesome.”

“That was gross.” Dakota winced behind her. Shoving Sable toward the bathroom connected to her room she made her stay in there while she got her clothes. Plucking up her pink shorts to hand them to Sable her sister changed her mind.

“Wait! Mini skirt bottom left drawer of my dresser. I want to be free.”

“Free is the best.” Travis laughed still jerking off aiming for a second round with Dakota there as inspiration. Hurrying to the dresser Dakota found the skirt and turned. Tripping over her own two feet she landed zonguldak escort in front of Travis on her knees, hand on his leg by pure accident. Perfect timing the bedroom door opened up and Henry saw Dakota on her knees, Travis with his dick out pumping until he realized Henry was there. Panic striking home as it looked just as incriminating of what Travis and Sable endured at the gym, Henry growled.

“Am I interrupting something?” Henry seeing it was Dakota rolled his eyes, “What did I tell you earlier?” He recalled her joking about having Travis show her what a boy liked. “Go to your room.” Dakota whimpered at her misfortune. “You! Put that thing away and go home.”

“I-I’m sorry Sir.” Travis felt miserable having to leave Sable.

“DAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDYYYYYYY!” Sable howled from her bathroom, “I don’t want him to go home.” Henry ducking his head in further saw Sable herself hiding behind her bathroom door looking at him.

Sighing heavily Henry made certain Travis had his pecker put away grimacing at his tented sweats. “Go put ice on that thing. You’re not eating with us if that thing looks dangerous.”

“So I don’t have to go home?” Travis pumped his fist realizing it was still wet with cum and rapidly placed it in his sweatpants pocket. “It wasn’t…” He shut up fast after seeing Henry share anger with him. “I’ll be borrowing your icemaker.” He darted past Henry. Once he heard footsteps heading downstairs he stepped into Sable’s room the rest of the way and closed the door.

“Get out here young lady.” Henry snapped and went to sit on her bed. She knew by his demeanor what was coming. “NOW!” Cringing Sable stepped out totally nude but hiding her personal property from his locked gaze. Shaking she pouted, “Daddy?”

“Assume the position.”

“You’re going to spank me? Daddy I’m…nakie.”

“ONE…” She knew the drill but hesitated. “TWO!”

“Daddy please don’t spank me.”

“TWO AND A HALF!”

Giving up Sable just dropped her arms to her side and closed in over his lap. It felt really awkward laying over him nude. Once her ass was in the air Henry reared his hand back and cracked down hard on her cheek. “Owwwwwwwwww!” Again, “Owwww Daddy.” A third left his hand print. Once done he rubbed her bottom tenderly then realized how silly that was considering this was his daughter.

“Sit beside me.” He guided her up and she sat next to him hip to hip. Putting his arm around her he hugged his youngest. “I know you’re growing up…too damned fast. I expected this from your sister, but not you. Why did you bring Travis up here? Don’t lie to me just be honest. No more spanks after today. I just needed to remind you right from…”

“Was it wrong Daddy?” She broke in cutting him off, “You and mom said we were adults and could make our own decisions.”

“On clothing…of which you’re wearing none.” He swallowed eying the mini skirt next to him on the bed. “Here put this on. I’ll close my eyes.”

“You…don’t have to.” She was getting over her shyness rapidly, “I’m over it. I just want to be grown up Daddy.”

“Letting Travis…do that for your sister?”

“What? For Dakota?”

“Trust me her ass is raw in five minutes.” She stands up listening and steps into her mini skirt and zips it up in front of Henry. Walking back to her dresser for a tank top like her sister she covered her chest. No underwear period she returned to sit beside her Dad. Hugging his arm she sighed, “I like Travis Daddy. Please don’t be mad at him.”

“Why were you…naked in the bathroom?” He could see through her door and saw no clothing. Only her pink shorts and her prior dress on the carpet of her bedroom floor. Bra on the bed overlooked completely.

“Hiding. Dakota was bringing me the mini skirt. I…”

“You don’t have to say any more. Go downstairs and eat supper. You have until he eats and the end of your Beauty & the Beast movie. He goes home afterwards. Hands…to…” He stops sighing, “Wash your hands.”

“I’m sorry Daddy. I love you.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m the one who should apologize. I shouldn’t have spanked you in the nude.”

“I’m not upset over it, or that.” She points at his crotch. He had his own erection reaching for the sky. Growling at her he stood up and walked out. Before getting up herself Sable nibbled her nail, “Did I do that to Daddy?” Eyes trembling she jumped up giddy with the cheesiest of grins and scurried downstairs. Travis was waiting.

Watching Sable go downstairs Henry opened Dakota’s bedroom door to find her sobbing. He had already concluded that what Dakota had appeared to be doing was accidental but Henry felt evil. Especially, after what Dakota was asking of him. He wanted her to feel as if she were being punished just for fun.

“SHORTS DOWN! ASSUME THE POSITION.” He sat on her bed next to her. She looked up at him and melted at the thought not bothering to hide her expression. Climbing to her feet from sitting on the floor she stood in front of her Father’s legs and wiggled down her shorts. Unafraid to let him see her nude from the navel down she crawled over his lap. She could feel his erection on her tummy. He eyed her soft complexion, so flawless and stunning as his eyes followed her curves and shallows, shades of timid shadow. With it growing darker outside her room was getting gloomy.

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I am happy to share my stories. But, French of origin, thank you for your understanding for my English which remains very imperfect!

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“What you’re doing here is really a very nice gesture, Maxence!” Says to me the head of the association which organizes tutoring for youngins with learning difficulties in Saint-Denis (a very disadvantaged suburb, north of Paris).

“I was lucky enough to benefit from the best schools in the country, which allowed me to become an engineer. I see it as a civic duty to help these young people who need it.” What I don’t tell her, of course, is that I’m also completely crazy about all these young, dark-skinned immigrants I see when I take the metro that crosses this suburb to catch my plane at Roissy airport: I like their toned and well-formed bodies, guessing their young cocks that their tracksuits show off, seeing through their insolent attitudes express their somewhat boorish, arrogant and dominating side.

“Since maths is somewhat your speciality, I am going to entrust Djamel to you. He is 19 years old kid, still in high school, 3 years behind. Yes, 3 years late! I don’t hide from you that it’s a bit difficult case: the 2 young ladies who tried to tutor him gave up after only 1 or 2 sessions. They were only 20 or 21 years old: that’s why I now want to entrust him to a young man with a bit of maturity. Your 26 years and your professional status will help…”

I receive the next day, as agreed, an email detailing the axes of the tutoring, the contact details of Djamel’s family and confirming me that the first session will take place at their home this Friday at 6 p.m.

When I ring the doorbell of the apartment in this filthy building in Saint-Denis, an Arab-looking woman opens the door. She smiles at me and says as she let me in, “Welcome Maxence! I’m glad they send us a young MAN. Djamel needs this tutoring so badly… Even if he will always be my little angel, I have to admit that he is becoming difficult… Since his father left and even more since he came of age, I have a lot of trouble make him obey… So evening homework comes always after football, his pals and the girls!”

I don’t have time to answer, she has already opened the kitchen window and shouts “Djamel, come upstairs right away! For your math class… Yes, right away!”

She closes the window and says to me, “Go to his room: he’ll soon be here. I have to go to work: every evening, I do 4 hours of cleaning in office buildings… Good luck, Maxence!”

Djamel’s bedroom looks a bit like my bedroom as a teenager: posters on the walls, clothes scattered on the floor, video game cassettes, a PS installed in front of a gigantic screen (I didn’t have that!), a messy bed…

As the wait is long, I approach the bed to sniff the crumpled boxers he left on his bed. It stinks of guy’s balls and sperm. When I open it, I see whitish traces that are still damp. There are many of them. I can’t stop licking them! I notice above the pillow that the wall is covered with traces of old dried drippings; the wallpaper is discolored… With the boxers and the wall, I understand that Djamel has abundant sperm! Of course, my cock can’t stay at rest in this testosterone impregnated universe…

The noisy arrival of Djamel in the apartment makes me throw his boxers back on his bed and sit down at the cluttered table that serves as his desk. Not a single book on it, but dirty clothes and cans of soda…

Seeing this shirtless sweaty tall guy (6’3” at least), with an adult build and a muscular chest and a hell of a 6-pack, rush into the room, I’m a little taken aback but manage to say, “Hello Djamel. I’m Maxence, the guy who should help you a little in maths…”

He’s all sweaty and wipes his forehead with the back of his hand and says, “Yeah, that’s what I heard… Math sucks! But we can always try… We’ll see if you last longer than the chicks they’ve already sent me!”

While he welcomes bayburt escort me (!), I detail his body. As the heat wave still strikes in this month of September and these suburban apartments of course do not have air conditioning, his bod is all glistening with sweat, showing off his amber skin. The football his mother told me about explains the very muscular thighs sticking out of his shorts. Shorts so soaked that they stick to his cock, obviously a good size! Without being overly muscular, his body is very toned and well cut. He must weigh 175-180 lbs, without a gram of fat!

How can a 19-year-old boy already be so physically developed?

“Djamel, I suggest that today we just talk a bit to see where we start from and how we are going to work together…”

He listens to me with no real attention, wiping his body with a towel he found on the floor. Without answering, he turns vaguely before putting his fingers in the top of his shorts and dropping it to the ground. The guy is really neither shy nor modest!

He shows off me his bubble butt, covered with dark hairs, the density of which increases as it approaches his dark crack. While he is drying his brown hair, which is quite long and curly, I can even see his dick moving with the movements of his body. His shorts weren’t lying: he has a big cigar, quite dark, with a nice pink round glans. Pointing forward, on 2 big hairy balls, his resting cock isn’t very long (just over 4”?), but is quite thick… He puts everything in a tight boxer that compresses well his ass and prominently displays his cock which he now has pointing upwards.

“Shit, it’s always the same thing! These boxers are all too small for my gear!” He says to me, laughing and turning around to see the rendering of his ass, and he continues, “Make yourself comfortable if you want… It’s much too hot in here and we’re among guys, right?!”

“It is true that it is hot. But I have to keep an outfit in line with my tutor status…”

We get down to business by looking at what causes him the most problems in math. There will really be A LOT of work because in fact EVERYTHING is a problem for him! Starting even with his understanding of French!

“It’s clear that I’m much better at football than at school! Instead of looking at my notebook, people should look at my strong thighs instead! Look how muscular they are!”

“Yes, yes, Djamel… You have beautiful thighs, very powerful! But I’m here to help you progress at school… We’re not actually going to start with maths (I see him smiling — it’s true that he looks like an angel!), but we’re going to first have to work on your French a bit. The only thing I ask you to do for Wednesday evening is to write in one page about the coming weekend, what you will have done, what you will have liked or disliked…”

“A whole page?!”

“Yep, Djamel… A whole fucking page!”

He offers me a cold soda (it feels good!), we talk a little more and I go home. In my Parisian comfort…

The first thing I do: I get comfortable and finally release my cock, stretched to the maximum since my meeting with this handsome and sexy Djamel. I jerk off quickly thinking of this young guy full of vitality, his body full of testosterone, his round and hairy ass, his big brown cock, his football buddies in front of whom he must not fail to proudly show off his fat cock in the air, the good big bursts of spunk he must spit… What makes me cum like never before!

Same scenario on Wednesday at 6 p.m.: his mother, waiting in his room (this time with drippings still wet on the wall above his bed!), Djamel who arrives sweating, who changes clothes in front of me (getting stark naked, drying himself for minutes and putting on this time sweatpants… In commando mode!),…

To match the local color, I also came in tracksuits… But with boxers underneath!

Me sitting on his chair, he stands up in front of me as I read aloud the sheet of paper he handed me (the writing is very irregular bilecik escort and I correct here the spelling and syntax errors for your understanding):

“It was a good weekend for me. Friday night I went to the cinema in Paris with some buddies and we ate hamburgers. We tried to flirt with Parisian chicks, but we couldn’t fuck. Saturday I had a football match. We won 3 to 1. We partied in the locker room and I won the biggest dick contest. Sunday with Toufik we flirted with 2 girls. Good sluts who sucked us off. We swapped because mine thought my cock was too big. I tore the pussy of the second one well who also cried when I gave her a big facial. That was a very good week-end!

Finally, a poem, for girls:

At the picnic the sick chick

Licks my big big dick.

I squirt quick my big big sticky jizz

On the chick’s lips and cheeks.

My big big prick still leaks jizz.

The chick licks her lips.

My big big dick stinks.

Her cheeks are still sticky.”

“So, what do you say?” Djamel asks me with a slightly anxious look… And adding naively, “Hearing you read my poem, that put my dick to attention! Look, man!”

I did notice the front of his tracksuit swells outrageously, which of course woke up my libido and… my dick! But I force myself to come to my senses and tell him, “Djamel, we’re going to focus on your exercise. It is very good to have kept your commitment and to have written this…, this… document. There are a lot of spelling mistakes and the syntax is very rough. But, we’re going to rework all that kind of things by Christmas and you’ll see that we’ll get there!” He smiles, a little reassured.

His smile fades with the rest of my speech, “On the other hand, Djamel, we also have to work a lot on what I would call… moral values. Your life can’t just turn around football, chick pussies and your big big dick! You have to open up to other areas of interest: for example, you could have given information about the film you’re talking about… Your text reveals a very strong tendency to glorify yourself and think only of yourself. A strong selfishness emerges. Also, your relationship with girls suggests that you only see them as sexual toys to satisfy your own pleasure, with also obviously a real problem to obtain (or not) and respect their consent… Finally, the bragging that you show about your dick is pretty cheap…”

As I see his moist eyes, I realize I’ve gone too far. I pat his forearm a bit and smile at him kindly and say, “Don’t worry, Djamel, I too was 19 and behaved like a pretentious little prick… But I’m going to fight with you, for you… We will progress together! I was probably a bit harsh because, you see, for example, your poem is built on a lot of rich assonances and alliterations…”

“What are these fag things?”

“It’s the fact of repeating the same vowels and the same consonants in a whole series of words! And I understand that you spent a lot of time and energy to write it! It might be a bit too descriptive, but it’s very straight forward: you did a fucking real good job!”

I feel, despite my compliments, the anger rising in him and he says to me, “Anyway, the French you are all fags! You, you’re like my football coach who stares at my ass in the shower and starts getting hard when he sees my upright fat cock! Like him, you’re ready to kneel in front of me to suck me off! You believe I didn’t see you checking my ass and drooling over my big cock only a few minutes ago?! In fact, you’re jealous because I’m better hung than you!”

In fact, he is right this “little” prick! Anger has given him back all of his arrogance, pride, and alpha male charisma. I admire his fiery gaze and his body glistening with sweat. As if to back up his words, he runs his hand over the front of his tracksuit where I can see his dick pushing the fabric. I stare at the bulge longingly…

He understands that he has control over me. That I am ready to be dominated!

Djamel then lowers bingöl escort the bottom of his tracksuit and wedges it under his big balls. His cock is already stiff and proudly looks at the ceiling. He jerks off slowly in front of me, defying me with his insolent gaze. I lick my lips. He smiles ironically. He lets go of his cock and wiggles his pelvis to make it wobble in front of his hairy abs. His dick is so long that his big pink glans rubs the hairs of his navel where it deposits precum…

As I’m at a good eye level (and I’m a good connoisseur!), I see that his rod must be almost 10” (not bad for a young guy of 19)! As for the girth, it’s approaching the one of a RedBull can: no wonder he wins the competition for the biggest dick on his football team! I’m sure his buddies don’t miss taking a good interested stare at his fat manhood proudly swaying in between his strong hairy thighs when he parades through the locker room!

A little hypnotized by his big snake which undulates and taken in my thoughts occupied by all these young guys with their dicks in the air in their locker room, I didn’t feel the hand that Djamel had just passed behind my head… He doesn’t need to insist that I bring my mouth closer to his big glans, which frankly stinks a bit of piss!

And I suck his dick enthusiastically. I lick his balls. I take most of his big cock deep in my throat (Yes, I have a big welcoming mouth!). It makes him moan with pleasure. He shoves it all the way into my mouth, almost choking me. I have to grab him by his firm buttocks for him to withdraw: a long trickle of saliva stretches between my mouth and his throbbing cock.

He sticks his big stiff dick again in my mouth, goes back and forth a few times, withdraws again and finally sends 12 or 13 big jets of a very creamy and very sticky cum. I have it all over my face and in my hair; it’s dripping on my T-shirt and tracksuit…

“Wow Djamel! You are one hell of a good juicer! And you really know how to use your big big cock!”

He smiles, feels his balls a bit (to check if there’s still a little juice left?!) and throws one of his dirty boxers in my face so that I can wipe myself off. Then he says to me, very sure of himself, “Now that you’ve seen that I’m not lying about my big fat cock (he laughs), nor about my copious jizz, show me what you are capable of! Come on, dude!”

Even though I know I’m going to lose, I stand up to him. I pull down my tracksuit and see him smile when he sees me jerking off my cock. I’m usually happy with it, but my 7.5” actually seems really short compared to its monster which is still at attention. We now jerk off in front of each other. I start moaning. Him too. Without warning, he squirts again and shoots on my chest and stomach 8 or 9 heavy spurts of the same concentrated cum. It triggers my own emptying which is limited to 7 or 8 jets which fall to the ground because Djamel slipped away, just in time!

Happy with his victory without question, he laughs and throws again his old boxer already full of his sperm in my face. I wipe myself without saying anything.

We pack up our cocks which are starting to get back to their usual size and I leave saying we meet on Friday (not without having slipped his boxers full of his gooey spunk into my pocket — I often sniff it and it always makes me cum in a minute!)

Our collaboration has been beneficial to everyone: Djamel’s school results have only improved month after month! For his part, he rewarded me with good shots of his sperm so concentrated and so sticky! But I always put my tutoring before sex: at each session, we started with 30 minutes of serious academic work, then spent half an hour (or more!) to our exchanges of sperm…

Everything went kind of out of control at the end of the year, when Djamel started to bring some of his football teammates for the second part of our sessions: it always ended up with my face covered in their abundant juices, after sucking their young big brown cocks!

Delighted with the results obtained by Djamel in high school, the tutoring association of Saint-Denis is counting on me for a new tutoring as of next September; I was told about a “young Algerian aged 19 who thinks more about his boxing fights than his high school lessons…” I can hardly wait!

THANKS FOR READING!

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My daring girlfriend, Angela, invited me to spend a week with her in Key West Florida where she was doing research on Hemingway for her PHD thesis. I say daring since she wanted me there to celebrate National Nude Day with her to break her shyness. She felt she couldn’t do it alone. If, HA, I agreed, it would be my first public nude exposure too. Nerves flaring, I looked up the flights. “The flight time from San Francisco, California (SFO) to Key West, Florida (EYW) is approximately five hours and thirty-six minutes.”

If I did the math right, to book a flight arriving soon after midnight 7/14, I had to get on a four p.m. flight. Five p.m. was the best I could do. Key West suspended public lewdness laws for NND, I checked, so I’m going to surprise her from the moment I arrive. If I travel in just a T-shirt and my blue running shorts, commando, I’ll be able to strip at the pickup spot and meet Angi naked. Stripping her right there should break her shyness if she doesn’t breakup with me.

I checked in early, grabbed a cuppa, and took a seat in the terminal waiting area. Thinking of getting naked in public made my dick rise. Watching a pretty young female sit across from me in a tiny skirt and billowy top with thin straps grabbed my attention. Her mini exposed her shapely, toned legs, and bright green panties as she moved; her low-cut top exposed most of her braless tits. My tumescent reaction lifted my shorts so I had to pin it down with an arm. She noticed, grinded her hips, and pretended not to see. Her deliberate moves made my swelling grow.

Not too shy, she aimed her spread legs directly at me and my bishop escaped. Pressing it down made my shorts climb higher and more cock escape. She laughed, then said, “Your horse has left the barn,” and nodded at my cock.

I grimaced. Feeling bold, I countered, “I can’t apologize since that’s all your fault — your sexy legs and bright green panties got to me.” I didn’t cover my bishop, but let it rise and throb a bit.

“Well, I worked hard for these legs so I’m not apologizing either. It’s your hard luck. What can I do about it?”

After thinking about it a moment, I sighed then said, “You may not believe it, but tomorrow is National Nude Day. Mini me is anxious to get a head start. If you are participating, you can join me by just removing your panties here to make us even.” Did I go too far? Who cares? I’ll never see her again. I love how her bright panties match her pretty eyes.

“Yeah, right. Why should I let you perv for your made up holiday? You and mini you are out of luck. I’m changing seats.”

“OK. Before you do, Google it. If I’m lying, have a good flight on your own. If it exists, you pass me your panties and give mini me a good long peek at what you’re protecting. You game?”

She smirked, got up, and moved to the other side of the seats. Nice legs, loose tits. I watched her dig out her phone and search. Her head popped up, mouth dropped before turning to look at me. I smiled. She came back to sit across from me. “It’s true? It says it’s been around for years. You participate in this?” I pointed silently between her legs and made circles with my finger as I smiled and held mini me down. She squinted, then stared at my exposed and throbbing bishop again.

After looking around, she lifted her short violet skirt letting me see her panties in full, and slid them down her legs. My brief look at her dark pubes and shaved labia made mini me jump. She shot her panties across to me. Catching them let my cock lift my shorts for a longer view in both senses. “How did you know I’d pass you my panties instead of calling security?”

“Besides your ultra casual dress, you stared at my exposed cock a long time without blushing. So I took a chance. I’ll stop pressing it down for your viewing pleasure if you spread for me. After all, it is nearly NND.” Her lips puckered. She began to slowly spread her legs, but the boarding call came. “SHIT.” Dropping her clutch, when she bent to get it, one sizeable tit escaped her tank top.

She took her time bending and that rosy nipple stiffened. When I stood, I had to reign in my cock from pointing straight out. She laughed and slowly tucked her tit away. After sniffing her panties, I put them in my bag. “My name is Al.” I extended my hand.

“I’m Pam.” She took my hand and we shook as I guided our hands to my shorts. “Yup, I see you are a shy one. I’m usually naked around my house with my naked hippie parents and brother. So seeing a cock is routine to me, but it’s nice to see a stiff one I caused. My pussy and tits are out all the time so I’m not easily embarrassed.”

“Well then, you are ready for NND but not likely to get a thrill from it. The peak novelty wears off after a few naked moments anyway; I hear. Sometimes it comes back with new blood.” We boarded the half empty flight as I hid my stiff cock. I asked a pretty FA if either of us could change seats and sit together. She stared at my stiffness as she said she had to check the policy for this flight since this was her ordu escort first time to EYW. Another FA said we had to wait until all were aboard, so Pam took her aisle seat in row twenty as I went on to row thirty-two. I turned in time to see her stretch to put her bag in the overhead. Her short skirt climbed to show her firmly toned thighs and the bottom third of her cute bare ass to all around her.

Once the door closed, the pretty FA told Pam she could move to me before we taxied. As she slid past me to the window seat, her skirt caught on my face and I was under it for several heartbeats. Kissing and petting her firm ass was a joy. When I lifted her skirt, I held it high and stared at the close up beauty that was her smooth ass. “Perv. You enjoy the view?”

“Yes, Pam. I wanted to confirm your ass was as toned as your sexy thighs. I didn’t get to feel it to confirm until I kissed it.”

“Oh. Is that part of NND, groping bodies?”

“Well, from what I read, it isn’t, yet it is common so expect to get groped.” Shortly after takeoff, we flew along the Pacific coast before crossing over Mexico and the Gulf. I pulled off my shirt and shoes leaving me in just shorts. Pam stared as I pondered if I could fly naked. That thought and her staring made my dick swell. She noticed and smiled. I called for our pretty FA, Diane, and asked about which laws covered us in flight and if we could fly nude since it would be NND when we land and we weren’t likely to pull over before then.

“I’ll have to call in and check. I’m sure I won’t be allowed to, though that might be fun.” She winked and walked off. Watching her sexy ass sway made my cock rise. With my shorts bunched up, my cock made its bold appearance. Pam giggled and covered it with her hand. For my modesty or her titillation? With her nipples firmly pushing against her loose tank top, I had to believe it was for her enjoyment. She squeezed; I moaned.

Diane came back with a big smile and gleaming blue eyes. “I’m told that our originating state laws govern us and since we are non stop to EYW and both states allow women to be topless, we are allowed that right so long as no one is offended or complains. Further, since both states are respecting National Nude Day, at the stroke of midnight EST and for twenty-four hours, our passengers are allowed to fly naked — again, baring complaints. The flight crew is reminded that we are to maintain ‘a proper uniform’ and may not fly nude.”

Pam and I were shocked at the airline’s liberal attitude. When I stared at her chest, Pam laughed, “OK. I guess you won that one.” She pulled off her top and handed it to me to put into the bin above. Though I pulled my shorts lower, my cock still tented it and I left my bishop exposed. I wasn’t naked — yet. Pam’s tits looked and felt better freed to dance. I dared to pinch and stretch her tall nipples. “I suppose you’re entitled to that since I teased your dick.” Pressing my point, I licked and sucked her tits knowing that several others were watching.

Diane announced the news to all passengers. We saw several blouses fly off. When she completed the official announcement, she removed her scarf and jacket, then her white blouse and plain bra. Dark pink and tall nipples capped her firm C cups. Cheers and applause filled the cabin. “While I can remove my jacket in flight, my skirt is my proper uniform and must stay on.” A few boos laughingly circulated. “But, nothing else is strictly required.” As we wondered what that meant, she bounced her way toward us. The way her tits swayed counter to her hips mesmerized. I wondered what dance experience she had.

Two pretty women sat across the aisle. The closer one called out, “Excuse me. Would you mind helping me remove this?” She teased her top and pouted. Of course, I stood and leaned over her. As I lifted her top off, she latched onto my cock and stroked it before licking my shocked bishop. Though I moaned and thrust my hips to her, I managed to remove her bra and rolled her stiffening nipple.

Her friend said, “What about me? I’m Abi; that’s Ali sucking your cock.” My shorts began sliding down my legs, fully exposing my cock to the two strangers. Pam had decided to expose and check my ass and spread my cheeks before rimming me. Abi reached out and held my exposed balls as her friend sucked me deeper. Diane arrived and pulled me away from them.

“Sorry, but that isn’t allowed until we are at least in NND, though I heard no complaints from the others watching you.” Surrounded by eight tempting tits, my cock throbbed in full rigidity. It was about to get worse.

Diane and I stood by my seat when she grabbed a mic and announced, “Until we get to NND in three hours, you may not fly nude. Consensual sex will be ignored barring complaints. I have some details on what ‘nude’ means today.” She slowly lifted her blue skirt until it was above her hips showing off her sexy legs. “This is not nude and does meet minimal airline requirements for a proper uniform. If anyone objects, raise your osmaniye escort hand.” No one did. She stepped out of her shoes and rolled her pantyhose down and off. No objections. When she teased her panties’ waist out then down, the cabin got eerily quiet. Looking at my shorts around my knees, she said, “As long as Al keeps his shorts on somewhere, he is not nude either.” Staring at my exposed cock and balls, she sent them an air kiss.

She slipped her panties off and spread her shapely legs. Her golden muff glistened; her waxed lips shined, and her moist state nearly dripped. I moaned and my cock throbbed and dripped Cowper’s. “As long as I keep my skirt on until we deplane, even with it where it is, I’m in my proper uniform. Once off duty, well. . . .” She turned and bent to pick up her hose and panties. Her impeccable ass was irresistible. I cupped it, adored it, rimmed its perfect rear hole. She smiled, turned, and kissed me with some tongue. After putting her shoes on, she sashayed down the aisle drawing many stiff cocks into the aisle.

After licking Abi and Ali’s tasty nipples and kissing them, I sat back with Pam who was still not upset about sharing me. For three hours, nearly everyone flew topless and we kept checking our watches.

Diane stood and hoisted her skirt to her navel, her gorgeous tits still out and dancing, her golden pussy beaming, “It’s now midnight EST and ninety-six minutes to touchdown. You may now fly nude until then. Happy National Nude Day.” Smiling, she stood with her legs spread wide and began teasing her clit. I waved her to me so I could do that and eat her. The aisles were crowded with people stripping, petting, and fucking so she was delayed.

Abi stripped and took the center seat by me. She was shaved bare and I cupped her mound before Pam and I fingered her wet pussy together until she climaxed. I kissed her clit and lapped her pussy. She pulled my shorts and Pam’s skirt off. The three of us naked, she sucked my cock, then fingered and ate Pam until she came. I enjoyed that sight. Abi then sucked me deeper and into her tight throat. When she began humming, she also pushed a finger into my ass and milked me. Distantly, I heard me shouting as I pumped a day’s stored cum into her belly. Pam’s mouth was open wide.

Though that was a wonderful release, I knew I was spent for at least twenty minutes. Disappointed that I wouldn’t feel how tight and hot three pussies felt — Pam, Abi, and Diane — I knew I had to save some warm cream for Angela. Ali had other plans for me. She lifted my arm rest and sucked my cock to hardness. As Pam and Abi sucked face, Ali sat on my renewed cock and brought herself to climax. She went back to her seat leaving me blue and hard.

Diane had been watching. “May I help you with that?” She pointed at my pulsing cock. After helping me up, we kissed passionately in the aisle. I finally got to taste her alluring tits and eat her pussy and clit. Almost outer worldly, she was sweeter than any woman I ever tasted. After climaxing on my mouth and fingers, she turned and bent over the empty seats in front of Abi and Ali. I gently slapped her perfect ass then spread her cheeks and rimmed her.

With my cock leaking and strained, I slipped into her beautiful pussy from the rear. She was wet and loose until I was fully inside her. Then her strong pussy and swollen labia gripped me like an arm wrestling champ. Beyond the usual hot squeeze, this mature, sweet pussy twisted and folded my cock like a Cirque de Soleil performer. I never knew that was possible. Pain level two, ecstasy level nine. She guided it to her G spot when she was ready. It was divine; she was divine. Hands free, she made me cum hard in her as she smiled and groaned.

My cock was captive in her almighty pussy until she deemed to set it free. Spent and a mere wraith of its former burly self, she took mini me in mouth and breathed life back into it. “I need twenty minutes to recover. It’s dead til then.”

Diane lapped my soft self, “Shhh, let me take care of that.” In less than five minutes, my dead cock rose again. Her agile tongue turned and folded it like her pussy had. Long enough to fill her throat, her acrobatics dealt with my thickness and she “inhaled” me. When she hummed softly, I tensed to fill her belly with my cum. Instead, she edged me. “Dip into my pussy again and bite my nipples. Then fill my ass with all you’ve got. I want to feel you dripping from both holes.”

My jaw dropped; my eyes popped. Abi and Pam leaned over the seat and watched closely. Her pussy felt looser and wetter than before. I guessed it was all my cum, but looking back, I was probably wrong. Her beautiful tits felt different and they squirt something in my mouth; it wasn’t milk. While I enjoyed her taste and wet pussy, my dominant thought was ASS. She bent over and I spread her idyllic cheeks. Her bleached hole now looked looser than earlier. It easily welcomed my thick cock.

With minimal resistance, my bishop popped past her first sinop escort ring muscle. The burst of warmth made me moan. The girls watched wide-eyed at how easily I slid into that beautiful ass. Pubes against her rear, balls tapping her pussy dripping my cum, I froze there and absorbed her heat. Mini me took over and pulled out to his glans, then quickly thrust back in. Ten, twenty times he pumped us. She squirmed, screamed in painful pleasure. My cock lurched and locked my hips firmly against her ass.

Her second sphincter yielded easily. My balls sent impossible cum rushing in my shaft and filled her bowels. She groaned with every thrust. Had I been paying more attention, I would have noted an impossible third sphincter. When she collapsed on the seats, I molded against her back, both exhausted.

After I finally pulled out, Diane produced a napkin and collected my cum from both holes. She stashed the napkin and passed me an alcohol wipe, “Pam wants to feel you in her pussy and ass. You have time to fuck her well.” Pam held up her hands to block me, but Diane whispered something to her. She looked at me, astonished, and signaled me to come to her. She whispered to Abi who startled and stared open mouthed.

As I caught my breath, I waved her off and wiped my dick clean. “I’m exhausted. Mini me is a dead rope. Give me half an hour and I’m happy to fuck both of you.” Pam dropped to her knees and lapped my withered painful dick. When I tried to pull away, she did something new to her and captured my dead dick. It twitched, surged, grew to reach her throat. In seconds it was in her throat making me feel alive again. She hummed, lay on the floor, and guided my revived cock into her tight pussy. I bit her nipples as I plunged deep into her and felt her guide me to her G spot. This -gasp- all feels familiar. How did Diane teach her so much so fast? Abi sat on her face and kissed me. I filled Pam’s pussy with cum I shouldn’t have.

Abi leaned forward and licked our juncture. She licked and sucked my soggy dick then drank my cream pie from Pam’s pussy. Reaching behind her, she tried to wake my cock again and feed it to her pussy or ass. Ali tried to take control of it, but I pulled back gasping in pain. I watched the three women love each other and stared at Diane. My mouth and fingers still worked so I helped Abi cum then helped Ali with Pam. Exhausted, I fell asleep on the floor.

Diane woke me by sitting on my face and rubbing her sweet nectar on it. What a pleasant way to wake. “We’re on final approach to Key West. Better get up and strap in, sleepy head. Your choice if you want to get dressed or walk the airport naked. As soon as the last passenger leaves the plane, I’m off duty and will pack my skirt away in my carrier. We can walk naked together to meet your girlfriend. I’m sure we can surprise her.”

In stereo, we heard, “Hey don’t forget us. We like being naked and will walk with you. Diane, won’t you get in trouble?” She laughed. Most of the women stayed topless, some naked with their partner. We were the last four off the plane. As promised, as soon as Diane stepped on the walkway, she stripped off her skirt and twirled happily naked. The three women took turns keeping my cock stiff as we walked. All I needed was a glance at Diane’s perfect ass and glistening pussy. Pam looked great naked too.

Security came and asked Diane questions. “Why are you naked and pulling a FA bag? Do you have ID?” She said she was Diane West and showed her badge. “Come with us, please miss ‘West;’ we have more questions.” She kissed each of us goodbye and licked my ear as she squeezed my cock before walking away with two extremely attentive officials.

At the gate standing gobstruck was Angela. Frozen mid wave, she was in green running shorts and a yellow tank top — daringly braless and no VPL. “Wh-wh-what happened to your clothes? So many came off your flight topless or naked. Is that because of NND?” I hugged and kissed her as Ali pulled her shorts to her ankles. She was commando and her trimmed bush stood out in the crowd. She squeaked and bent for her shorts which allowed me to casually pull her tank top off leaving her naked with us. Quickly covering her C cup tits with stiff nipples or her hairy pussy, she stared at my stiff cock and the three naked strangers who helped strip her in public.

“Yes, honey. I met Pam at SFO and had her strip for me when she stared at my bare cock. Abi and Ali were passengers who gripped my cock. We spent most of the flight naked along with the FA just taken away. Doesn’t she have a perfect body for sex? Let’s get out of here. I’ll tell you everything when we get home. You girls need a ride?” We exchanged numbers with the thought we would get together somewhere during Nude Day, or make our own Nude Day with Angela another time. Ali whispered something lengthy in Angi’s ear. Her jaw dropped. She stared at my cock. The three girls grabbed an Uber together.

Meanwhile, in the Security office, the officials called in other officials to discuss what to do with Diane when really, they just wanted to stare at her beautiful bod and do repeated body cavity searches. “Oh come on fellas. You’ve all had a long look in my ass and pussy. There’s nothing in there. Why am I here? Are you aware this is National Nude Day and we should all be naked?”

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Chapter 6

Milking the Surf Boat Crew

Sitting on the balcony one Sunday afternoon with Rod and Allan, Diana challenged us to come up with a way she could enter a men’s change room so she could join them in the showers. The local clubs seemed out of the question, as there was a well-controlled access to each that we knew. An admission station where you paid, or showed your pass, received your costumes and towel, and then were channelled into the male or female change rooms, commanded each possible location. We could not disguise Diana as a man in a way that could trick the attendant.

Rod hit on the surf club idea. The junior rowing crew trained each Tuesday evening after work, and needed access to the club to obtain and return the boat, and to change before and after training. In those days the surf clubs did not allow female members, and so there was only a single change and shower facility. The junior crew, being aged between 18 and 21, was required to have an older member on hand with keys to access and close the club, and Rod could get himself on duty one training night.

We knew it would be easy for Diana to enter the club after the crew had finished training, returned the boat and were taking their shower before Rod locked the club. Almost certainly no-one else would be in the club at that time (after 8pm), and Rod would be at the door to control access. The problem was that things might get out-of-hand with a naked woman joining five fit young men in the shower. They could easily get the impression that an “onion” (a gang bang) was in the offing, and they could get out of control.

After some thought, Diana thought she could probably keep them in check, with the help of Rod and me if necessary, and that a gang bang with five young guys might even be something she might find interesting.

So the night arrived. Rod helped the crew get their boat down onto the beach, locked the club and joined Diana and me in the hotel across the road for a few drinks, and from which we could watch for their return from the surf. When we saw the boat returning, Rod left and helped them return the boat to the club. Diana and I approached the club and waited for Rod’s signal that the crew was now in the showers.

When given our cue, adana escort we entered the club, and Rod directed us to the change room, where we could see the shower room at the opposite end. Passing through the changing area, Diana lifted her dress over her head, and strolled into the showers.

We heard someone call out “Hey, no ladies allowed!”

Diana, in English accent responded “Where’s the ladies’ shower?”

“We don’t have one.”

“Well I’ll just have to shower here. You guys don’t mind do you?”

Rod and I were now in the entrance to the showers, and the guys noticed us. It was revealing how modest the guys were to begin with. There were only four as one had gone home without showering. They covered themselves with their hands, but focussed on Diana as she stepped under a vacant shower and turned on the water. Rod had forgotten to tell her there was only cold water, so she jumped as the water hit her, but recovered to start up a conversation with the lads. It was basic stuff — what had they been doing, what she had been doing (a quick dip in the surf, followed by a need to shower the salt off), that Europe was more used to unisex shower facilities, etc. She kept up her posh British accent throughout.

Finally, as the guys were over their initial shock, and the crown jewels were not being so protected, Diana asked “Can someone lend me some soap?”

The guys looked at each other, still guarding their best friends, and finally one stepped forward, one hand still protecting his manhood, and offered soap to Diana with the other.

As she turned around Diana asked “Can you apply some to my back first?”

Looking back at his mates, the young man gingerly rubbed her back with the soap bar. “I’ll need some on my bottom too” Diana offered.

Our friend was now getting into the moment, and started soaping down between her legs and around her bald pussy, as she turned to face him and the others had begun to leave their own showers and surround them. Diana looked absolutely stunning. Her body glistened in the light shining on her alabaster water-soaked skin. Her face glowed. Her nipples were stiffening. Her hairless pussy was open and excited.

“Can I help?” one asked.

“Sure. I think ankara escort your mate is stuck down there, so my titties need some cleaning too.”

She soon had all four lathering her body, borrowing suds from the feverish application being administered below. Occasionally each would cast an inquisitive look towards Rod, who merely nodded in return.

The soap slipped from the hand of the downstairs cleaner, but he left his fingers gently probing the accommodating orifice.

“I’ll get it” Diana offered as she bent to retrieve the slippery bar from the floor. As she came up, she began to apply the soap to the nearest penis, which was already at full attention.

“These little guys get sweaty and dirty too” she declared as she soaped his testicles.

Before very long, this first penis shot its load, as its owner moaned and buckled at the knees. Another cock replaced the original in Diana’s hands, as a cock was also pushed up against her pussy. “Sorry! No fucking! Hand jobs only!” she ordered, as she backed away from the would-be intruder.

And so she managed the entire scenario. In more ways than one, the boys were like jelly in her hands. She kept up a polite patter throughout, admonishing them if they tried to cross the boundary she was setting, yet commenting positively on each one’s manhood, behaviour and performance.

At last she had relieved each penis of its contents, and had allowed sufficient exploration of her own sex, and so she announced “I think we’ve had enough for tonight. Can I borrow someone’s towel?”

Turning off her own shower, she suggested they return to turn off their own showers and follow her into the change area, where she accepted the towel on offer. Rather than use the towel on herself first, she gently and quickly removed the water from each guy, and then offered her own body for their attention, using a freshly offered towel. During this time she and Rod explained her mission, from concept to fulfilment, and introduced me as Diane’s partner.

“Basically, Diana is an exhibitionist” explained Rod. “She just loves to show off her body to appreciative audiences. And my friend here delights in studying audience response.”

“We usually have a quick drink over adıyaman escort the road after training” explained one of the boys. “Would you like to join us?”

The boys were now putting on their clothes, and as Diana reached for her dress, he continued “I’m sure the patrons would be happy to allow you to practice your exhibitionism on them, if you like.”

Being mid-week, now about 9pm, and having already been at the hotel to see that there were not many patrons, Rod and I agreed that this might be fun, if Diana agreed.

So we walked across to the hotel, Diana stark naked, depositing her dress in my car on the way. The boys chose the saloon bar, where drinks were a tad more expensive, but where the clientele was less boisterous and sat at tables rather than at the bar. It was occupied by only about 6 or 7 men, a lady and the barmaid. There was some murmuring as we entered and took our places at a table, while Rob, who knew the barmaid, approached her ordering beers, and seeking her approval for our naked companion.

“Does anyone mind?” she asked.

It was a delightful time, and Diana exploited it to the hilt. For the next round of drinks, Diana offered to get the drinks from the bar if someone gave her the money. I was beaten to my pocket by one of the boat crew. So she got up, taking the money with her to the bar, where she ordered the drinks, waited for them while chatting with the barmaid, and carried them back to our table in three trips. Before she could sit down, a man from another table came up to her and gave her money to buy drinks for his table. The show was repeated.

It was not long before guys were coming in from the public bar, and taking up seats at other tables. We finished up with about 20 people drinking in the saloon bar, and Diana buying drinks for them with their money. She sat at each table for a short time after delivering their drinks, and giving them their change. If this change was offered as a tip, Diana politely declined, explaining that she had nowhere to put the money.

After my shout, Diana had not had the time to consume any of her drinks. We decided it would be appropriate to leave before the audience became too demonstrative. Our departure was cause for much disappointment, but also for requests to come back any time.

“What a great night!” exclaimed Diana, as we boarded my car for the journey home, and we said farewell to the appreciative rowers.

“John will shit himself when we tell him what he missed out on by going home before having a shower” one remarked.

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Introduction: After more than 20 years of marriage, hubby and I have looked for new ways to keep our sex life interesting and exciting. One of the things we have discovered about ourselves is that Nature (husband) finds that exposing Spread (wife) in public is quite stimulating. On the other hand, Spread finds it equally stimulating and exciting to be exposed to strangers, especially when it means agreeing to one of her hubby’s lunatic ideas or challenges. Our stories are all true, and we have provided both of our personal observations, feelings, and thoughts for each adventure. The following is one of our stories.

Spread: Highway 5, between Redding and Sacramento, in California, can be one long boring drive as the four-lane divided highway seems to stretch on endlessly as it traverses the flat Sacramento Valley agricultural lands. Hubby and I had left the San Francisco Bay area early that morning in order to meet with a business client in Redding. With our business taken care of, we were making our way back down that same boring highway, late in the afternoon of an otherwise uneventful Sunday.

Nature: As we motored onto the highway in our Toyota mini-van, I glanced over at my wife, Spread, as she flipped off her shoes, and unfastened the lower buttons of her breezy summer dress, exposing her pretty legs to the sun shining through the passenger window. It appeared that she was settling in for the long drive, and preparing to doze off for a bit. Hoping to keep her awake, and feeling a bit horny, I let my hand come to a rest on her bared thigh to see what kind of reaction I would get.

Spread: Feeling Nature’s hand on my leg caused me to shiver slightly. I felt a knowing little tingle between my legs, as though a tiny charge of electricity had just been touched off on my pussy. I let my leg fall open a little bit, hoping to send him a signal to let his hand do some exploring.

Nature: When I felt Spread relax her leg, I knew that she was welcoming me to have a little fun. I slowly let my finger tips slide up and down the inside of her thigh, at first just a few inches, and then farther and farther up her leg. At last, I let my fingers dance across her little white cotton panties, causing her to draw a breath through her slightly pursed lips.

Spread: As hubby’s fingers slid across the front of my panties, I instinctively drew my feet up a bit to allow my legs to fall farther apart. Reaching down, I released the lever allowing my seat back to recline. I could feel Nature’s fingers gently massaging the area around my pussy, which was already causing me to juice my panties.

Nature: I could feel a bulge beginning to develop as I watched Spread undue the remaining buttons on her dress. Careful not to take my eyes off the road for too long, I reached over and pulled her dress open, exposing her bra and panty clad body to the open air. Slipping my hand inside one of her bra cups, my fingers were greeted with a fully stiffened nipple.

Spread: We were moving down the highway at about 75mph as hubby gave my nipple a little pinch. Feeling way too restrained, I leaned forward and unfastened my bra strap, allowing the bra to slide down my arms and onto the floor in front of me. As I lay back in my seat, I could see hubby was already sporting what looked like a fairly full erection.

Nature: I looked at Spread, sitting next to me with her dress pulled to the sides, and only a pair of panties providing any coverage at all. I continued to massage her pink little C-cup titties, squeezing and pulling intermittently at her very stiff nipples. I noticed that we were quickly approaching one of those enormous RV’s that seem to perpetually ply the nation’s highways. Gliding up to the RV at what I realized was a little too quick a speed, I backed off the accelerator to match the other driver’s speed.

Spread: My eyes had been closed as I enjoyed the feel of hubby playing with my titties. When I felt him back off the accelerator, I opened my eyes to see that we were almost alongside a monster RV. “Ready to give someone a thrill?” I heard Nature say to me, as my passenger-side window suddenly slid down. Hubby knew that our tinted windows would bitlis escort not permit much of a look inside our van from the RV driver’s vantage point. I did not bat an eye, or respond to hubby’s comment. I just continued to sit there, exposed to the world.

Nature: I thought Nature might object when I hit the button opening her window. The warm summer air seemed to whirl through our van, causing her nipples to harden even more. I continued to massage Nature’s breasts as we slowly crept past the RV. I tried to see the face of the RV driver as we came alongside, but all I could see was the driver’s body twist a bit as he obviously strained to see my naked wife slide past him. He must have sped up a bit too, as for a moment; we were at almost perfectly matched speeds.

Spread: I rolled my head to the right in time to see an older man almost smack his head on the inside of his driver’s side window as he realized what was sitting in the car next to him. As the driver’s eyes met mine for a moment, he smiled and mouthed the words “thank you”, before hubby increased speed and moved us on down the highway. I told hubby that we had just made an old man very very happy.

Nature: I had a full-blown hard-on going after watching Spread flash her pretty titties to that RV. Re-positioning my hand, I began letting my fingers probe her pussy through her juice-stained panties. I was hoping Spread would get the idea, and take the panties off.

Spread: I could feel the juices flowing in my pussy, caused both by hubby’s probing fingers, and the excitement of flashing a stranger. That said, I arched my hips and slid my panties over my hips, then pulled them down my legs until I could step out of them. I let them join my bra on the floor in front of me. I had hardly sat back in my seat before Nature slid a finger inside my soaking wet pussy.

Nature: Probably paying more attention to Spread than the road, I watched my finger glide inside her wet pussy, observing that her nicely manicured red pubic hairs were a bit matted from all the juice that had been trapped inside her panties. I knew my fingers were having the intended affect, as I watched her lift her right leg and rest her foot on the sill of the still open window. She then placed her left foot on the dashboard, and allowed her leg to fall farther to the side, giving me maximum access to her juiced up pussy.

Spread: I could hear myself moaning as I approached and achieved an orgasm to hubby’s probing fingers. The hot valley air rushed in through the open window, and blew against my swollen pussy lips, causing me to want Nature to keep up the pace as he massaged my clitoris between his two fingers. Recovering from that first orgasm, my eyes opened to see that we were quickly approaching an 18-wheeler in the slow lane. As we gained on the truck, I dismissed any thought about lowering my legs and/or covering up my naked body. The thought of exposing myself to another stranger, especially with my legs spread wide apart as they were, was as stimulating as hubby’s fingers sliding in and out of my pussy.

Nature: I was surprised that Spread was not covering herself up, as we gained on a semi-truck in the slow lane. I just kept playing with her sweet pussy. The excitement of the approaching truck caused my cock to throb with every new pulse from my heart.

Spread: Hubby began pacing the trucker right about the time we passed his rear trailer. I could see the driver peering into his side mirror looking at us as we approached. I suspect that he could already see my bare titties even at that distance. Even though I was quickly approaching a second orgasm, I kept my eyes open so I could watch the driver’s reaction.

Nature: I intentionally paced the truck before creeping forward until we were adjacent to the cab. I wanted to make sure the driver knew what was coming along side. As I eased forward, I could see the trucker already adjusting himself in his seat to get a good look.

Spread: As we pulled alongside the cab of the truck, I could see the driver was smiling and waving at me. He was a rather gruesome looking older fellow, unshaven, rotund, and not wearing bolu escort a shirt. What little hair he had on his head, he made up for on his shoulders. For some reason, displaying myself to such a man was actually even more exciting to me than had it been a handsome younger man. This was a man who could appreciate looking at a 40-year-old naked woman, with her pussy completely exposed for his visual pleasure.

Nature: Keeping pace with the truck, I could see the driver almost completely focused on Spread. His window was down and he was half hanging out of his truck to get a better look. I watched as he rocked back into his seat as though to look for something in the cab. In a moment, he produced what looked like a digital camera, and began snapping off shots of my naked wife. I could tell he was struggling to focus on taking pictures, and not drive his rig off into the ditch.

Spread: When the driver produced his camera and began taking pictures, the excitement of the moment became overwhelming, and I shuddered my way into yet another orgasm. Hubby kept pace with the guy until he was forced to move ahead as there were four or five cars lined up behind us. I think it must have been only a few minutes that I laid their exposed to this stranger – hubby’s fingers flicking about my pussy as I unconsciously pinched at my own nipples.

Nature: After passing the truck, hubby told me to take the very next exit. I assumed that she wanted to put her clothes back on and bring this series of adventures to a close. Little did I know what she really wanted to do.

Spread: Watching this stranger take pictures of me, and not having any idea what he planned to do with the finished product, caused me to be more aroused than I could imagine. I could also tell that the whole scene was totally amping up Nature, as his cock continued to bulge inside his trousers, and the look in his face was one of unchecked lust.

Nature: I left the highway as Spread had requested. I was a little concerned that our new trucker friend would take the exit as well, and I wasn’t sure what I would do if that happened. To my relief, he continued on down the highway. As soon as I pulled onto the shoulder and stopped, Spread hopped out of her seat and into the back of our van. We always left the middle passenger seats in storage, retaining the rear seats in place. This left the center of the van empty.

Spread: As soon as I got in the back of the van, I pulled off my dress and opened the passenger-side sliding door, locking it in place. I told hubby that I wanted to give that trucker a real show. He looked at me with an eye of disbelief, but began kneading the bulge in his pants all the same.

Nature: I couldn’t belief Spread was doing what she was doing. I mean, it was incredibly sexy and erotic, I just never imagined she would want to “perform” for a stranger like she was proposing. Being the dutiful husband that I am, I granted her request, and headed back out on the highway. I knew I would have to put my foot into it if I was going to catch up with that same truck.

Spread: As hubby zipped back onto the highway, I laid down on the floor of the van. Grabbing a throw pillow, I tucked it under my head, and positioned my body so I was clearly visible inside the open slider door. Putting the soles of my feet together, I drew them in and allowed my knees to fall to either side of me. In this position, with my legs spread wide apart, I could feel my pussy was as exposed as possible. The breeze wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, although the road noise was terrible. My mind was quickly able to block out the noise though, as my fingers began dancing a dance on my engorged clitoris.

Nature: I kept glancing back at Spread as she began fingering herself. My cock was ready to explode as I saw the truck a mile or so ahead. Watching my wife sliding her fingers in and out of that red mound of hers was enough, in and of itself, to cause me to blow off a load in my pants. Knowing that in a few moments, she’d be performing in front of some total stranger took me to new levels of excitement.

Spread: Hearing the tires of our van cross burdur escort over the lane dividers, I knew we were getting close to the 18-wheeler. A combination of fear and excitement gripped me as I saw the back of the truck trailer easing by the open door. I continued to use my finger to manipulate my little clit, as the combination of emotional and physical stimulation brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

Nature: As we reached the back of the truck, I eased off the accelerator, allowing the van to come off the 80mph speed, and glide slowly up to the cab of the truck. Looking at his side view mirror, I could see the trucker squirming in his seat so he could better see what was coming up alongside. As the van edged forward so that the side door was directly adjacent to the truck’s driver, I adjusted my speed to match his.

Spread: As I recall, I brought myself to a shrieking orgasm as we came along the inside trailer. By the time hubby pulled us alongside the trucker, my body was still reeling from the overwhelming satisfaction of cumming. My fingers were slowly gliding in and out of my soaking wet pussy, as I opened my eyes to see our trucker friend’s smiling face again. I smiled back and continued to push my ring and middle finger deep inside my pussy. Almost unconsciously, I began pulling and twisting my nipples with my other hand, marveling at this additional sensation.

Nature: The sound of Spread cumming behind me was nearly enough to cause me to loose control of the van. I wanted so much to dive back there with her and plunge my cock deep inside her, but I knew the moment could only get that much more erotic as we came alongside the trucker. He was smiling and waving, and shouting words that were completely lost in the wind and highway sounds, as he first glanced down upon Spread. I could see that he had full view of everything she was doing.

Spread: As I continued fingering myself, I could see the trucker pull his camera back out again. Pacing him as long as we did, I imagine he must have taken a hundred shots. The excitement of this scene was beyond description. Here I was, completely exposed to this stranger who was capturing every moment with his camera, for who knows what purpose. I had no idea what he might do with those pictures, but I had a pretty good idea….and it made the entire event all the more exciting for me. I pulled my left hand down to my pussy and inserted my middle finger into the wetness. Properly lubricated, I eased that finger into my asshole, all the while continuing to finger myself with the other hand.

Nature: Glancing back at Spread, I could see she now had both hands working. As her back arched a little, and she lifted her hips off the floor, I could tell she was fucking herself in her little brown hole. All of this was apparently too much for me as I felt myself explode into my shorts. I knew I’d be a mess, but I just didn’t give a shit at that moment, as I continued to knead out any cum that might still remain inside me.

Spread: I felt myself right on the very edge of cumming again when I opened up my eyes once more to see the lust in that truckers face. That was all it took, and for a third time, I felt my body convulse in pleasure as I came – plunging a finger deep into my asshole at that very moment, and letting loose a blood-curdling scream that was quickly enveloped into the howling wind. When my moment of pleasure finally subsided, I drew one hand back to my titties, and allowed the other to massage the top of my swollen pussy lips. I yelled to hubby that the show was over, as I looked up at the trucker, smiled, and blew him a kiss.

Nature: As soon as Spread gave the word, I pushed down on the pedal, and quickly left one very happy trucker in my wake. He didn’t try to speed up or follow us, which I appreciated. After closing the slider door, Spread slipped her dress back on, and climbed back into her seat. We both looked at each other with that, “I can’t believe what we just did” look.

Spread: I was exhausted as I climbed back into my seat. As we motored on down the highway, still having a few more hours drive ahead of us, I closed my eyes and fantasized about what that stranger might do with those pictures. For the next few weeks, I surfed every website I could find that might post pictures of that nature, but so far, neither hubby or I have ever seen them posted. Knowing they are still out there, continues to cause me both anxiety and excitement.

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I had just gotten home from backpacking around Asia for a few months; and everything had changed, my girlfriend of two years broke up with me, the club I bounced with closed, and I had arrived back in the states to late to get any of the classes I needed. So I crashed with my parents, smoked weed all day hung out with my friends all night, and did the craigslist job search. But I didn’t really want a job, I liked not really doing anything, it felt great; I had never in my life really had nothing to do, I had always worked, always had something to accomplish.

But as most of my friends were either working or still In college I had little to do during the day; I’d watch movies, smoke weed, play video games, smoke weed, eat, smoke weed….. It grew kind of boring.

Now that I had start myself down the road of sexual deviance, I need a new partner, but the club girls where boring, I didn’t want my friends to really know what weird shit I was into, so I turned to my old friend the internet for help.

Craigslist was a bust, nothing but fakes, guys posing as chicks, and bots. Facebook was still mostly for college students, I think at the time you still need a college e-mail to get an account, but there was glorious MySpace.

MySpace when, MySpace was the shit! You made up a profile or in my case two, one for friends, and the other for fun. A lot of the profiles you’d find were again; guys posting as chicks, or bots, but there were some real freaks on there as well. I remember the two I actually met and actually did something with, the older chick and the younger chick. This is the story of me and the older chick, as the younger girl is still ongoing.

Her name was Jennifer, her display name had been Jessygottaphatty, and I mean come on what horny 21 year old guy wouldn’t to click on that. She was a big girl, not fat but tall wide and curve, big double-D’s, and a fat spanking ass. I immediately started to get hard just looking through her pictures, I sent her a friend request and immediately was accepted. I commented her pictures she commented mine, we exchanged e-mails, then started to im.

I found out she had recently graduated from Rutgers, and was working as an entry level data analyst with Morgan Stanley, I told her about my boredom having nothing to do during the day.

We chatted for a few days, the messages getting naughtier and naughtier, we exchanged stories of our past exploits; I told her about my 3-way relationship with the two Asian girls I had met during my stint as a bouncer, she told me of her lesbian relationship she had been in, in college.

After that we started to talk on the phone, mostly just phone sex, sometimes she would call me while she was at work, she was always horny, she would be in the bathroom fingering herself, using a dildo, or a vibrator, I would of course strip down and jerk bayburt escort off, neither of us saying anything.

The problem was she lived at home and so did I, neither of us could host and she lived in jersey while I lived in NYC. After weeks and weeks of just phone play during the week I got a random text msg from her.

Call me now.

So of course I whipped out my cell phone and called.

I could hear giggling, and the sound of cars in the background

“Hey whets up sexxxy?’ I asked, drawing out the x’s.

She giggled “I’m coming to the city tonight so I hope you don’t have any plans”

I was stunned, I had been beginning to think would never meet my internet vixen, and a little scared that she wouldn’t look like her pictures, or wouldn’t like me once we met.”Of, course… where should we meet?”

“It’s my friends 25th birthday we’re going to Webster hall “she said. I could hear the girls giggling in the background.

I knew the club it was downtown, I knew a few of the bouncers so I knew I could get hooked up with drinks as I was nearly broke and jobless.

We setup a time and place to meet, and just as I was hanging up I heard.

“I’m going to rape your body” and a chorus of giggles before silence.

I smoked spliff and took a nap, when I woke I got ready; shave, shower, and a jerk. Called up a few friends to join up with me and headed downtown.

We pregamed pretty hard on the train so by the time we got down we were quite tipsy. The girls had planned to meet us at a pizza shop across the street and there they were, there she was.

Just a little bit under 6ft pretty, and unbelievably curvy, my dick was immediately hard. I waved and she squealed with delight and ran over to me. Throwing her arms around me, my own immediately slid from her lower back down to grope her ass, she giggled as I gave her a quick pinch.

Just wanted to see if this was real” I said laughing.

Her eyes promised more, much more.

We all got introduced, smoked a quick spliff, and got online, my hand never far from her ass.

Luckily my friend was working the door, and let us in once he saw me, he also hooked me up with drink tickets, which I was very thankful for, and we entered the club.

It was early barely 11but the place was popping we got drinks and a table and just talked for awhile everybody was getting nice and acquainted, and ripped, when she drags me away from the group onto the dance floor.

The music playing was reggaeton, and dancing to it was like fucking, I at first we danced face to face then moving with the rhythm I spun her around so her back was to me, my hands rand up and down her body, I could feel her nipples pressed hard against the fabric of her low cut bodice. They grew hard at my exploration, and I pinched them, I could bilecik escort her gasp then moan. I quickly spun her again and our eyes met and so did our lips. Our tongues exploring our cavernous mouths, our hands roaming around each other’s bodies. Finally we broke the kiss each of us breathing hard. We continued to dance, i pushed her head down and she was in the doggy position as I grinded my now rock hard dick across her ass, she grabbed my ass and held on as she rode me.

When it was done we went to go back to the table, but our friends were gone, we found a corner and started to make out.

There was nothing but her our make out session got hot and heavy real quick, I slipped one of her tits out and started to suck while she began giving me a hand job right in the middle of the club. Finally it was too much I grabbed her by the hand remembering to stuff my swollen cock back in my pants as I dragged her into the bathroom.

Luckily there was an empty stall and I quickly pushed her in and shut the door behind me, using my body to prop the door closed. I pushed her to her knees and unzipped my pants; her hands attacked it before it could spring out of my boxers. In one swift motion she had it out and in her mouth, at first going so fast I nearly came, and had to yell for her to slow down. She got into a nice slow pace and I was able to control myself as she bobbed back and forth on my shaft, after awhile I grabbed the back of her head and started forcing her to swallow it all, face fucking her like I knew I would soon be fucking her other holes. I could hear her gasping for air, and let her pull her lips off my dick, her hands went back on.

“I want to drink daddy” she said in her tear streaked face, saliva was dripping down the side of her mouth and I couldn’t control myself, I unleashed my load all over her face, and into her mouth.

I sat down o the toilet as she cleaned herself off, I watched as she licked all the cum she could reach with her tongue up and then cleaned the rest of with toilet paper. I could see she was still horny and my dick was not done, but we had been in the stall to long, so we quickly ran out past the clapping guys who had no doubt heard us in the stall

Grabbing more drink we found her friends, two had been dancing with my friends the other was talking to some guys she had met, we all got back on to the dance floor but it was clear she wanted me by myself, I maneuvered us into a dark corner where we continued our kissing and heavy petting. My hand crept up her skirt; I could feel her wetness pouring down her legs as my hand inched further up until I could feel her trembling lips.

Sticking my finger in quickly removed it and brought the finger up to my lips, staring at her I put the finger in my mouth savoring the taste of her sex, she grabbed bingöl escort the back of my head and pulled me down for a hard kiss, her hands went to my zipper, and before I knew it I was sliding in, I could hear her gasp as I pushed her up against the wall, she bit into my shoulder as she screamed in orgasm, I had only thrust in twice or so but the sheer thought of getting caught had made her cum.

We knew we needed more room so we left the club before I could cum, texting our friends that we were leaving we hopped in a cab to the west side where there’s a motel mad for club hookups.

On 12th ave the furthest block you can go before you hit the west side highway is a motel made for cheaters, internet dates, hookers, escorts, bar and club hookups; basically if you looking for a place to fuck, this is it.

We barely made it, in the cab our hands were furious, i couldn’t keep my mouth off of her breasts, my fingers sliding in and out of her wet holes, the cab driver nearly threw us out when she started to give me another blowjob, but we were already there.

We paid for the cab, early threw the money in the receptionist face as we grabbed our keys and dashed to the room. I tried to tear off her clothes, but she danced away, pushing me on to the bed I could see my reflection in the mirror attached to the ceiling.

Wiggling her finger at me she quickly turned around and all I could do was stare at her ass, I wanted to bite it, lick it, fuck it.

I could hear music as she turned around more of the deep Latin beats we had danced to in the club, she started to dance shaking her ass very suggestively, she started to strip, first removing her top, revealing her large breast I had fallen in love with sucking on. She must have felt my gaze as she slithered over to me swaying her hips, and once again straddled me so that her tits were pressed firmly in my face, and I buried it there. I kissed I licked, I sucked all while she shook her ass on me ever increasingly hard dick.

It was too much I threw her onto the bed flipping her over so her ass was sticking up in the air, pulled up her skirt and dove head first into her pussy so hard my nose pieced her asshole. I started licking using my fingers to spread her lips apart, alternating between eating her pussy, and eating her ass. She came at least twice, before I stuck my dick back in. but this time it was the other hole, and she was surprised, she cursed called me a bastard as I shoved it all the way in to the hilt. I alternated between fucking her ass, and randomly pulling out and shoving in her sopping wet pussy, she cursed, she moaned, and finally she pulled herself away, and pushed me back onto the bed.

Facing away from me, she squatted over my dick teasing me, by lowering herself down so my tip was touching her moist lips, and then would pull back up, I was in agony, but all she did was smile. After awhile the teasing became too much for even her and she sank herself all the way down onto the shaft, I could feel her Cumming as she rode me, her ass jiggling as I my thrust met hers, finally we came together and fell into each other’s arms in exhaustion.

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“Almost there. Almost there,” I panted. “Come on.” Sweat dripped off of my body. My legs ached from the exertion. My chest burned as I desperately sucked in lungfuls of air.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Barbara my wife panted back. Beads of sweat stood on her skin and tiny rivulets ran down her slender neck. Her leg muscles rippled with exertion and her ample chest rose up and down with each of her ragged breaths.

“Aaaaah!” We exclaimed in unison. “Made it!” We both stopped running and leaned over, hands on our knees as we caught our breath. We’d been out jogging along the greenway that ran behind our house and had reached our agreed upon finish line three miles from where we started. The greenway was a paved path through the forest behind our housing subdivision. I loved running or working out with my wife. We pushed ourselves physically, stretching and striving to keep ourselves fit. We’d had our first date at the gym together, and strenuous exercise was a regular part of our lives.

It was a beautiful Fall morning. The leaves were ablaze with color and sunlight filtered through the trees at a steep angle the way it does early in the day. It was chilly, but not cold and it was rapidly warming as the sun climbed higher. In short, it was a perfect morning for an outdoor run.

“You remember that place?” my wife asked pointing into the woods as we paced back and forth recovering.

I looked at the foliage around us to where Barbara was pointing. It was small field of boston ferns about fifty feet off the pathway. A ray of sunlight pierced the tree tops and shone on it like a spot light. I recognized it immediately.

“I sure do,” I answered finally catching my breath. “That field of ferns is where I saw a guy getting a blow job from his girlfriend in broad day light. When I told you about that, you told me that you’d been recording us in the bedroom. And that started your video porn hobby, which eventually lead us to Cynthia and the Wine Club.”

“I’m glad you remember,” Barbara said smiling at me. “Come here,” she reached out to me. Damp with sweat, and our hearts still beating fast from our run, we walked hand-in-hand off the path through the light dappled underbrush toward the ferns.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about this place since we got back together with Cynthia at the Wine Club,” Barbara began.

My mind flashed instantly back to that evening. Barbara and Cynthia had met at work about two years before. Cynthia had been a seasonal temp worker who had just gotten out of a very toxic marriage. She’d fallen deeply in love with a new man and had asked Barbara to teach her how to sexually please him. I’d wound up being a live teaching aid for blowjob lessons with Barbara as the teacher. We learned quickly that Cynthia was a suppressed sexual tigress and she released her inner animal with us that night.

We’d lost touch with her after that and then reunited with a few months ago via an invitation to a wine tasting at her “wine club”. There we learned firsthand that Cynthia and her long term boyfriend Ted had become swingers, and the club was where they shared wild sexual escapades with like minded friends. Barbara and I had experienced our first group sexual encounter that night. It had been eye-opening and it was a frequent topic of conversation between us. It made us question and explore our sexual boundaries and we’d discovered that our limits were more flexible than we’d ever imagined.

“I’ve been thinking that I’d like know this place for myself,” Barbara shook me out of my reverie as we walked. She let go of my hand and began squirming in her t-shirt. One arm then another disappeared under the cloth as she pulled them up her sleeves. She wriggled a bit more and then pulled her sports bra out from under the hem of her shirt. Her gorgeous 34 DD breast swayed free barely restrained by the damp cotton.

“I was thinking how you described it so well, and got so excited by it. I thought we should experience it first-hand.” Barbara turned to face me as we stood in the thigh-high ferns then pulled her shirt up high so that her luscious globes were exposed to the cool air. Her nipples instantly stood up rigidly.

She put her hands against my chest and let them drift down to my running shorts. “I know how much you love being in the outdoors,” she said and slid her fingers under the elastic waist band. “I’d like to share that, hands on. You wouldn’t deny me a hands-on experience would you?” She tugged firmly at the nylon and my shorts dropped down around my ankles.

Our night at the wine club had been foursome sex with Cynthia and her friend Marlene in the middle of her friend’s day spa. While the spa was private, our activities weren’t. We had been surrounded by ten or twenty club members, all swingers. It was not only our first group sex experience, but also our very first serious foray into exhibitionism. Since then, Barbara and I had done some things in public, all very mild, and nothing like what she ardahan escort was about to happen in the middle of the ferns within easy sight of the greenway.

Barbra wrapped her hands around my rapidly swelling cock and dropped to her knees onto the soft ground. In an instant her mouth was on my rod, licking and sucking me to a steel hard erection. With her typical aggressive hand and tongue motions she quickly pushed me toward a crashing orgasm. But before I tipped uncontrollably over the edge, Barbara stopped and sat back on her heels.

“This is so hot,” she said. “I need you right now. I need your fat cock in me.” She rose part way up and yanked down her shorts. Then she turned around onto all fours and suck her rear up in the air. “Fuck me! Fuck me right now!” she exclaimed.

The sunlight illuminated her tight, upturned butt. Her pink pussy lips, swollen and wet with desire glistened. In the cool morning air, a thin wisp of steam rose up, demonstrating her burning lust. I paused, framing the image and burning it into my brain. I was going to take my very horny and desperate wife, who was willing, even anxious, to expose herself and her passion to a random passerby as her husband fucked her amidst the ferns.

I knelt down behind her. My rigid cock bobbed in front of me. I ran my hand up along her wet, pouting labia. “Mmmmm,” I intoned. “You are so hot.” I slid two fingers into her pussy, making a point of rubbing them across her rough G-spot.

Barbara purred and rocked back toward me, forcing my fingers deeper into her.”Don’t tease. Give me that fat cock.”

I put the tip of my rod against the rim of her opening, savoring Barbara’s wetness. I paused for a moment, then leaned forward, heavily. My hard pole slid smoothly into her, all the way until my pelvis pressed against her tight loins.

“Ooooh,” my wife moaned. “That feels so good.” She wiggled her hips back and forth grinding herself against me.

I pulled back drawing the tip of my cock to the edge of her opening. I hesitated again, waiting for Barbara’s reaction. It didn’t take long.

“More!” was her one word command.

I drove my hips forward, spearing her roughly.

“Yessss!” Barbara exclaimed and arched her back.

I drew back and then began thrusting as fast and hard as I could, roughly pounding in and out of Barbara. With each push I drove her forward, forcing her hands and knees into the soft earth.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She called rhythmically over and over in time with my motions. I knew that she was just as close as I was. I grit my teeth, struggling to hold off my own release. At last, her pussy clamped down hard on my cock. Her climax swept over her and that triggered my own orgasm. With a deep groan I let loose a flood of semen into Barbara.

I gripped her hips holding us tightly together as our mutual climax peaked and then faded. After what seemed like ages, we both relaxed and I leaned onto her sweaty back.

“That was amazing,” I said, withdrawing my sticky, wet and deflated cock from Barbara’s pussy.

“Yes it was,” she replied rolling over so that she was sitting in front of me. “Are you glad we christened the ferns for ourselves?” She pulled up her shorts and drew her shirt back down over her breasts.

“You bet,” I answered and pulled up my own shorts then sat next to her.”But I can’t believe that we did this out here, in the open.”

“Problem?” she asked with raised eyebrows.

I thought for a moment. “Not at all,” I answered. “As long as we don’t wind up in jail or in the ER, I’ll do anything with you,” I quipped using the line we’d long shared with each other.

Barbara laughed and stood up. She reached her hand down to me. “Let’s head home. We need a shower.”

I stood up next to my incredible wife and together we walked out of the ferns and back onto the paved greenway. Along the way, I felt the my limp cock leaking the last dribbles of cum into my running shorts. I looked down and saw a bloom of wetness spread across my crotch, a clear testament to our carnal activities. I wasn’t alone in that either. Long streaks of gooey fluid, our mixed cum, ran down the inside of Barbara’s legs and she too had a large, dark blotch on the front of her shorts that matched my own. Dirt stained her hands and knees. The strong aroma of our sexual encounter that rose up from us as we walked, completed the image of two horny lovers rutting together in the forest.

Back on the greenway, we began our walk home. Barbara clasped my hand in hers and carried her folded bra in her other. She let the straps hang down and deliberately swung them back and forth at her side. Anybody looking would be able to see that she was carrying underclothes. Her sweaty t-shirt was snug across her chest, and her still erect nipples tented the fabric as her breasts swayed with each step that she took. We ran into other people exercising along the path in the clear morning air. Those that met us face artvin escort on, all seemed to hesitate or startle as they saw us and smelled the powerful scent rising off our bodies. One older lady walking with her elderly companion, both clearly a little hard of hearing, remarked as she passed us, “I think they were fucking in the woods dear.” Barbara smiled at me and squeezed my hand. We both broke out in laughter at that comment, but I felt happy and proud. Happy that I could satisfy the love of my life and proud that we are both willing to show off all the evidence of our deep love for each other.

“So what does it feel like?” Barbara asked as we walked.

“What do you mean? ” I answered.

“What does it feel like to you, when we have sex?”

I thought for a moment unsure how to describe the incredible sensations. “Warm, tight, wet, smooth. It’s like the most sensitive part of me being enveloped, micrometer by micrometer.” A thought struck me, “It’s almost as if your vagina is a mouth savoring me like some kind of sumptuous food or wine. It’s unbelievable.” I gripped Barbara’s hand, raised it to my lips, and kissed it. “What really makes in so incredible though is the way I feel about you. I am so connected to you. Being physically connected in such an intimate way is an extension of what I feel inside of me. That’s what’s so amazing.”

Barbara slid her arm around my waist and hugged me to her. “That’s so sweet,” she said and sighed. She looked at me, her eyes set with determination, “But what’s it feel like to fuck me, to thrust your hips back and forth and bang in and out of me? Is it hard work? Do you get tired? Does all that crashing hurt?”

I chuckled both from the bluntness of her questions and the idea that our coupling might be painful. “It most certainly doesn’t hurt,” I answered. “It feels great. I love the feel of our skin slapping together. The thrusting sometimes is tiring; especially if I’m able to go on for a while before I cum. I like going for as long as I can.” I smiled down at my petite wife. “But that’s like running or exercising; it feels really good to work the muscles, especially my love muscles,” I poked Barbara playfully in the ribs. “Seriously though, it does feel good to work my muscles with you. I like it out here when we’re running, and I like it in the bedroom when we’re making love. I like making an effort, and being a little sore afterwards just heightens the pleasure for me.” I hugged her back as we walked. “We’re so worth it.”

“Hmmm,” Barbara said, clearly deep in thought as we reached our house.

“What made you ask that?” I queried.

“Just wondering that’s all,” Barbara answered obviously redirecting the conversation. I had a feeling that we’d somehow address her curiosity another day. “Let’s get showered.” She looked at me, the sparkle of lust back in her eyes. “I need to make sure that you get all of your nooks and crannies clean. Can’t trust you to do it yourself.”

The shower that we shared was as sensuous as we’d ever had despite our earlier orgasmic release. Barbara slid her soapy hands all over my body, paying special attention to my nether regions. She cleaned and polished my hairless balls and cock until they roiled and swelled with renewed vigor under her touch. Likewise, I made sure that her bountiful breasts and wonderful nipples were especially clean, taste testing them after rinsing.

“Need to be sure that your clean back here too,” my wife said sliding her slippery fingers down the full length of my butt crack. “Like I said, every nook and cranny,” she ran her fingers sensuously over the pucker of my hole. “Even in here,” she penetrated me with her long finger.

We spent a long time in the shower pleasing each other in every way that we could. Eventually the hot water ran out and we piled out of the shower shivering and laughing at ourselves for having turned into prunes under the water while we played.

“That felt really good,” Barbara said drying her hair.

“Which part?” I asked.

She wrapped the towel around her head in a turban the way that women do, then wrapped both arms around me. “All of it. Every single bit of it,” she said and hugged me tightly.

We finished getting ready side-by-side in contented silence. The glow of our togetherness was enough to fill the space, and words weren’t necessary. After, we went down to our kitchen for a late breakfast of fresh fruit, eggs, bacon and toast. It was a hearty meal after all of our strenuous physical activity of the morning. Sitting on our screened in porch after we ate, and enjoying hot mugs of coffee we chatted. Our conversation, as always, was easy and drifted from topic to topic. Eventually Barbara asked, “Were you scared?”

“What do you mean?” I replied.

“Were you scared having sex in public?” She clarified.

I thought for a moment. “Which time?” I answered.

“Huh?” Barbara said. “What do you mean ‘which time’? Have you been bodrum escort screwing around without me?”

I laughed. “Hardly. Not only do I not need or want anybody else, but I value my life and wouldn’t risk it for a second rate roll in the hay with anyone else.”

“You got that right mister,” she said and playfully punched me in the arm. “But what do you mean? There’s only been one time and that was this morning. Or is your memory already fading?”

“Well,” I began, “Did you forget about that little incident at the Wine Club with Cynthia and Marlene?”

Barbara’s eyes widened as she remembered that night.

“I’d consider that public, out in the middle of the spa. If I recall correctly, you know with my fading memory and all,” I added with a touch of sarcasm, “afterwards we got audience accolades for our performance.”

Barbara smiled as I reminded her. “Yeah. I guess that counts. But I meant about screwing in the woods by the greenway this morning. Were you scared doing that?”

“A little,” I said truthfully. “I really would not want our pictures on the front page of the newspaper for that. Serious consequences and all you know.”

Barbara nodded thoughtfully.

I leaned over to her and kissed her on the cheek, “But it was kind of fun, scary fun.”

My wife smiled back at me.

“You really seemed into it, being in public and all,” I said. “I had no idea that you have such an exhibitionist streak.”

Barbara blushed again.

“And the way you waved your bra around while we walked back home. It was like you were showing off or something” I added.

The red on her face deepened.

“That really turned you on didn’t it?” I said more gently.

Barbara sat quietly then said, “Yes. I loved it. It was exhilarating. Part of it was like being on a roller coaster, like you said scary fun. And part of it was…,” she paused, obviously struggling to find the right words. “I don’t know, just plain hot being naked and out in the open, where somebody else can see me, can see us.” My wife gazed at me, trying to judge my reaction.

“Go on,” I quietly urged her.

“I felt so sexy. The way you looked at me, made me feel beautiful, desirable. I just knew that you wanted me really badly, and were willing to show that. I liked it. I liked making you all horny. There was this look in your eyes, and the way you held your head,”

I smirked.

“I mean the one on the top of your shoulders, naughty boy,” she teased. “I could tell you were all hot and bothered. And I knew that I made you that way. It felt great, empowering, I didn’t want to stop. And,” she added with emphasis, “I was okay if everyone could see what we do for each other; the way we turn each other on, the way we adore each other, how wonderful and incredible it is.” Barbara squirmed in her chair. “It makes me hot just thinking about it.”

“I know what you mean,” I said. “With both heads.”

Barbara laughed at my double entendre.

“No really. You are the sexiest person I know. Not only are you gorgeous on the outside, but your inner beauty, your inner self, that lusty animal hunger that you have, that I love, just bursts out of you. I absolutely, positively adore that. When you’re showing it off, it drives me crazy in the best way possible. It’s the most incredible feeling being in the aura of that.” My words came out in a rush as I tried to explain it to my wife.

“I like being sexy for you,” Barbara reached for my hand and held it firmly in hers.

We sat in silence for long minutes, basking in the glow of each other.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to try,” Barbara broke the silence.

I raised my eyebrows at her, not sure what she was going to say.

“I want you to take pictures of me,” she said.

I raised my eyebrows higher.

“I’ve had fun videoing us, but I think still picture modeling would be different. It would compliment the videos that I’ve made, that we’ve made. You take such good photos, they’re beautiful. I’d like to pose for you, be beautiful and sexy for you, expose myself for you, be desirable for you. I want to be naughty eye candy for you and for your camera,” Barbara reached over and patted my groin, “I’ll bet I can make you all hot and bothered, drive you crazy like you said,” She rubbed me harder, “I’ll be the centerfold that you can jerk off to when I’m not around, just like when you were a kid.”

I tried with limited success to ignore her hand motions. “What did you have in mind?” I asked.

“You know that picture of the woman and the snake that you like?” she said referring the famous Richard Avedon photo of Natasha Kinski. “Or those baby pictures that Anne Geddes does? I’d like something artsy like that. Close-ups, sexy, explicit, but nothing that would identify me; so that we don’t wind up on the front page of the newspaper.”

My mind raced with ideas: tight shots of her gorgeous breasts and rigid nipples, the curve of Barbara’s butt cheek where it dips to join the soft skin at the back of her thigh, the tip of her tongue licking ruby red lips, a close up of the glistening fold of her swollen labia. Or perhaps shots of her fingers raking along the smooth skin of her hip leaving red marks in their wake. A thousand ideas popped into my head.

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