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Your body amazes me

Your smooth soft warm skin.

Your curves excite me.

Your lady parts entice me.

 

I put my cheek against your flesh

To feel the electricity between us.

My moist mouth presses warm kisses

Along the length of your form.

 

I touch you softly

Palms and fingers sensing your energy.

I worship all of your body

But relish in the response of your sensitive parts.

 

I lay you naked on our nude beach

Put suntan oil all over your body

Let the world watch as I rub lotion on your breasts

And through the thin hair of between your legs.

 

Would you mind if we drew a crowd watching

Your Tshirt over your face

My hands all over your body.

Let them watch.

 

Let them watch while you arch your back

Feeling that special tension as I pet your pussy.

Gently running my fingers through your lips

Trailing one fingertip across your clit.

 

I adjust the Tshirt

It still covers your eyes but lets you peek beneath it

Men standing in the sand also nude

All pointing at you.

 

I reach across your body and rub your shoulder and down your arm

My arm brushes across your nipple.

I repeat this a number of times.

Your hardened nipple bends and pops with each passing glance.

 

I take a little more oil and drip it on each nipple.

I use just one finger on each to rub it in

Around in circles.

You moan as the men move closer

 

I ask the men to create an opening where the sun can come in

And shine warmth on your body.

They gladly oblige

One asks if he can take pictures.

“OK” I say.

 

More men join the crowd

And a woman is allowed to move to the front.

My fingers are working on your nipples

You lift one leg in response.

 

Placing my hand on your inner thigh

I push it back down

And move your legs apart

I begin to spread oil over your lower torso

And upper legs.

 

You are moaning regularly now

As I slide my hand between your swollen lips

My finger moves up and down your slit

From clitoris to the opening of your pussy.

 

The men move closer.

The picture taker takes close ups of my hand

Flicking your clit

As you arch and moan.

 

A man asks if he can masturbate his come on you.

The men have been exceptionally quiet.

“OK” I say

They all move closer

 

You lift the Tshirt to see better

And there are men all around

Holding their cocks and

Jacking off

 

I move my finger lower to your opening

As you replace the Tshirt.

I press my finger against the ridges of your opening

Rimming the orifice

Pulling it open.

 

A man asks if he can lie between your legs

And eat your pussy

“OK” I say.

He jumps down and lays his nude body between your legs.

 

You see his long blonde hair

And caught parts of his young nude body

But never saw his face

Which is now engulfing your pussy.

 

I turn my attention to your breasts

Moving around to straddle your head

Leaving more room for the masturbators

Your naked body fully exposed to them.

 

The man eating you is voracious

Licking his saliva all over your labia

Hid hand presses against your ass

Lifting it

 

His tongue finds your clit and

He takes your little nub into his mouth

You feel his lips tighten around it

And he begins to suck on it

 

Rhythmically sucking your clit.

His lips ride up and down.

His fingers have penetrated you

They push deep inside you.

 

Your hands reach down and grab his mane

Fistfuls of blonde curls to hold him tight

And let him know

How much you love the sweetness of his kiss.

 

Your stomach is splashed in warm semen

You hear many of the men grunting

And become aware of your own lust filled noises.

You are loud because nobody cares.

 

More splashing semen

A new man dives down in the sand

To suck your toes and rub your feet

My hands are press and cup your breasts.

 

It is hard for you to concentrate on any of these

Just the blonde young man continues to massage your clit

In his mouth

And run his fingers quickly in and out of you

 

You feel his fingers slide through your opening

His lips jacking off your swollen clit

Fingers hitting something inside you

You grasp and pull his hair

Semen hotly raining on you

 

As you fall over the edge

Arching twisting

Held helpless by my thighs on your head

Blonde head on your center

A man pulling on your legs.

 

You scream again, exploding.

I remove the tshirt from your eyes

As you watch a thick crowd of men still

Masturbating over your naked body.

 

Your blonde hero soaked in your juices

Lifts his head and smiles.

You wonder how a boy so young could get so good.

“Let’s take our young blonde man home” I said.

“OK,” you whisper.

 

 

   We were returning from an extra long weekend vacationing in the summer sun in Maine.  It was a long drive home and we were both relaxed.  We had set off after a late lunch and figured we would arrive home just about dusk.  I drove and she sat in the shotgun seat with a loose flower print sundress on.  She looked sexy and I was feeling pretty horny in spite of (or maybe because) of our sexually active weekend. 

   Up ahead I saw the convoy – a long column of Army trucks filling the right hand lane of the highway as they drove along at exactly the 55 mile per hour speed limit.  They stretched along the highway for as far as you could see. There wasn’t much traffic since it was a Tuesday and there was plenty of room to pass them in the left lane but I pulled in behind them anyway.

   “Look at that convoy.  Probably filled with hundreds of young athletic men.  They’ve all been away from their girlfriends and they must be frustrated as hell, don’t you think,” I said as my right hand reached over and rubbed her leg.  “Do you want to have a little fun,” I said.  “What do you have in mind,” she replied.

   “Well I thought maybe you’d like me to rub your pussy, while we pass by each of them.”  We had done something like this before on our longer drives.  She liked to have her pussy and clit rubbed gently as we drove along the highway but only once in awhile did we pass a van or a truck where a man driving looked down on us.  She seemed to enjoy it and once one of the vans chased us along the highway trying to get more of a show.  I let him catch us a few times but got a little nervous when he didn’t seem to want to give up and his driving was a but aggressive for me, but I felt safe with the convoy since they were undoubtedly unable to break formation or drive faster than the speed limit.

   I told her to drop her seat back and lie back and relax.  She easily complied, letting me know she was willing.  I pulled her dress up over and she lifted her hips so I could pull her dress over her hips showing her white cotton panties.  I started to rub her panties along her crotch and checked the rear view mirror.  After letting a car by who was trailing along in the left lane, I pulled out behind him and started down along side the column.  Maria had put her chair back so her head was mostly below the window ledge and her face was facing up.  I continued to rub her gently with one finger along the fold of her panties between her legs.  She was simply lying back and enjoying it.  As we passed the first driver he casually looked over followed by a whistle and a leering stare.  I was doing about 60 miles per hour and so slid by him slowly although obviously too fast for him.

   As we passed him, Maria turned to me and laughed.  “That was fun,” she said.  “More coming,” I replied and we approached the second last truck.  I moved by more slowly this time and Maria squirmed in her seat as my finger moved up and down her slit.  “He was real cute,” she said.  We went by about three more trucks and she commented on whether they were handsome or ugly, smiling or leering.  I told her I thought it was time to take off her panties and she immediately complied.  But by the time she was just getting them off we were passing the next driver and he saw what she was doing.  He yelled something out the window and beeped his horn twice.

   She lay back again, repositioned her dress so it was fully up past her waist and spread her legs.  I returned to fingering her now moist pussy using the tip of my finger to dip into her juicy parts and spread it over her clit.  The next driver had fallen a bit behind causing a gap, but as we went by he sped up, closing the gap and almost bumped into the truck in front of him.  It seemed like he was ready for our show, eagerly looking before we even caught him and I began to wonder if they had some sort of communications between the trucks.  I got my answer one truck later when the back flap was pulled open and there were at least ten guys leaning out the back cheering. 

   I put on my blinker (there was a car coming up behind us and we were only doing 60) and one truck slowed down so we could pull in between them in front of the open flap.  Because of the height of the dashboard, the guys couldn’t see much going on below Maria’s waist but she egged them on by rubbing her braless breasts.  They went wild.  Although I noticed that there was a woman soldier a little bit toward the back jokingly punching a couple of the guys. 

   I soon pulled back out into the left lane to the cheers and boos of the young soldiers in their khaki uniforms.  There was still an endless line of trucks with twenty or so in sight.  Who could tell how long this would last?  Maria settled back and continued to play with her breasts while her waist squirmed under by gently but continual moving finger.  I was just using one finger but flicking her clit lightly and faster.  By now her hips were moving rhythmically and I could tell she was getting close to orgasm.  I told her to let me know if she found any of the boys particularly exciting and I would give them an extra look.  After about three more trucks she took me up on my offer by telling me “This guy!”

   I eased up on the gas pedal and rode side by side with a truck whose driver I couldn’t see.  Maria was flirting, blowing kisses, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipple hard.  Her hips stopped their movement as she lifted them up high pressing her clit against my finger.  I slid my finger down her slit pulling on her clit, and slid it into her pussy opening just as she had a vicious orgasm.  Her hips fell back into the seat and I flicked her clit a couple of times while she continued to convulse.  She opened her eyes as she finished and saw the driver looking at her.  She suddenly became embarrassed and told me to drive on.  I put on my blinker and passed our lucky driver who left me a space to get into.  This allowed the three cars behind to pass and all of them looked over with a curious look wondering what was going on.  They didn’t see Maria until they got along side my car and one driver seemed to figure it out pretty fast and laughed.  But since Maria had her dress down, the others didn’t seem to get it.

   “Have fun,” I said.  She just looked at me with a smirky smile.  “There are lots of trucks left,” I said.  “Give me a minute.”  And so we settled into the right lane for a few.  I needed to relax my finger a bit anyway.  I could also see in my rear view mirror, the lucky driver.  He was about 19 and had a big smile on his face.  He was a kind of innocent looking blond but then she seemed to like young innocent boys.  I told her he was smiling and she turned around and gave him a wave.  He beeped his horn a few times, which caused a few other drivers behind us to follow suit.

   “Why don’t you take the dress completely off,” I said.  She thought about it for a second and turned around in her seat facing the lucky driver and pulled it over her head.  She threw it on the back seat and crouched on her still reclined seat so Lucky could see her breasts dangling.  I could see him giving her encouragement with his fist pounding out “yeses”.  She then turned back around and lay down and said, “OK, let’s go”.  I pulled out and began to slowly move down the highway again past the line of vehicles.  I still couldn’t see the beginning of the line.  I started to play with her but as soon as I did my finger felt a bit tight.  “Maybe you should do yourself for awhile until my finger recovers.”  “Sure!”

   As we approached the next truck there was another open flap with a few guys on lookout.  Soon there was another crowd at the back while I positioned the car so that both the driver slightly behind us and the group in front could both get a look at Maria as she massaged her breasts, letting them fall from her hands as she moved her hands up and off.  They bounced a bit when she did that and she did that for a few times before I slowly moved on.  For the next driver she covered her pussy which just had been trimmed short to fit neatly under her bikini.  When I slowed up next to him, she asked him if he wanted to see it.  I don’t know if he heard but he understood and was wagging his tongue sexually at her.  He was a big black man with arms muscles that were huge and visible as he reached over for her, falling about 5 feet short of our car. 

   We continued to move on and Maria tried different things which each driver: massaging both breasts, holding the lips of her pussy open, covering her pussy with one hand and using the other on her breast, teasing each of them in her own way.  She was responding to their requests often yelled from their perched seats through open windows but still unheard.  She was having a blast.  Getting into it.  Turning over in the seat and showing her ass.  I let her continue to play with herself but couldn’t resist caressing her leg, rubbing her leg when she was cupping her breasts for one, pinching her nipple when she was holding her lips open for another.  Her nipples were swollen and hard and sticking out as far as I had ever seen them.  And her pussy was so wet I think the spectators to her little show could see the moisture.

   I finally could see the end of the line.  We must have gone by 40 trucks and there were still about 15 in front of us.  “I can see the end, honey.  Time to get serious if you want to have another orgasm.”  She settled into her favorite masturbating position with her legs spread wide and her knees slightly bent.  With one hand pulling the skin up around her clit putting pressure in just the way she liked, the other hand using just one finger began to make gentle circles along the side of her clit.  My hand reached over and played with breast.  She went into a dreamy state, looking up into the faces of the young eager boys.  Occasionally we would hear the beeping of the caravan behind us, like an audience giving us a standing ovation.

   I got a surprise as I approached the next car and saw a women driver.  Maria wasn’t looking but seemed engaged in her own sexy world.  I pulled up next to her and slowed down a bit.  As Maria looked into her face, I asked Maria if she seemed to be enjoying it.  “Oh yes, she’s looking.”  So I stayed there for awhile and Maria continued her eager masturbating, beginning to moan softly.  “Let me know if you want me to stay here or elsewhere,” I asked, able to tell she was again getting close.  “Move on,” she said.   The next driver was a young skinny black man and she told me to stay with him.  I couldn’t see what he was doing but the truck he was in was swaying slightly.  She was looking up into his face watching him with her eyes half closed and rubbing herself, her hips slightly rocking.  I let my hand leave her breasts and slid it under her ass, grabbing one cheek so that my fingertips were in her crack.  Just as one of my fingertips found her brown hole, she came moaning deep and loud.  Her eyes were still open looking up at the black driver.  I worked my hand deeper under her ass and my fingertip deeper into her hole and she came and came and came in waves.

   When she finished this time she just laid there appearing spent as I drove slowly by the few remaining trucks.  It seemed unfair to skip by them too fast even though her excitement had peaked.  I’m sure they appreciated the fact that I didn’t hurry until I got past the lead truck and then opened it up to the fading sounds of horns in the background.  She left her dress off the whole way home.  It was dark when we arrived home and we snuck her into the house before any of the neighbors saw us and had great sex in the living room and after dinner again in the bedroom when I whispered to her reminders of the men she had that day.

It was only an hour long session but this time it seemed so much longer.  She sat in the comfortable chair opposite his separated by a small low circular table, just large enough to hold two cups of coffee.  Unlike some of his patients, she got right down to it.  She was a student at the University.  She explained she had a problem with exhibitionism.  Inwardly he was amused because she was such an extraordinarily good looking woman.  He assumed she must get plenty of attention. 

She was dressed in a short tight black skirt and a white linen blouse that appeared a bit too small for her full grapefruit sized breasts.  The buttons of the blouse strained across her chest creating gaps and folds in the material.  She went on to say how she felt she had an addiction and, as she spoke, she matter-of-factly unbuttoned the most strained button in the middle of her breast and turned slightly to her right giving me a view of the white lacy bra underneath.

She never stopped talking and it was as though she was unaware of what she was doing.

“I never wear any panties.  See.”  She pulled up her skirt and opened her legs fully exposing her clean shaven intimate area to me.  “And that is probably unsanitary.  But I can’t seem to help myself.  Do you think that wearing no panties is unhealthy, doctor?”  She left her legs open.  He moved his open notebook to cover his lap.

“Not necessarily, Elaine.  What do you do during “that” time of the month?”

“Oh, well, I wear panties then sometimes but sometimes I just use a tampon and the string dangles down here.”  She pointed toward the junction of her open legs to draw his attention to the area.  He had been trying to look her in the eyes.  She went on talking about how she was from a large family.  How she had many siblings and as one of the younger ones, she got very little attention.  Her father died when she was just ten.  All of this added up to her feeling invisible.  She began to unbutton more of her blouse, slowly, without any comment about what she was doing.

“So how does this exhibitionism affect your daily life?  How does it interfere with your work or your studies or your relationships?”

“Well, as far as relationships go, it’s been a disaster.  The girls all think I dress like a slut and they hate me and some of the boys think I am a slut and assume my exhibitionism means that I am easy. 

“I’m not,” she said emphatically.  She pulled the blouse out of her waist and opened it all the way, pausing shortly, before standing to remove it completely.  She began removing her bra.

“Do you mind, doctor.  I find clothes constraining.”

“Well,” he stuttered, “tell me more about how this problem is affecting your life.”  He knew he should have told her to stop but he didn’t really want her to.  He found her body breathtaking.  As she removed her bra and exposed her rosy still nipples to him, he had to adjust his seat a bit.  He moved as little as possible but enough to straighten his hidden member. 

“Well I’ve had a few jobs but they have only been part time and I do get criticized all the time for the clothes I wear.”

“But you do manage to keep your clothes on while you work?”

“Mostly.  But if I’m alone or with just a couple of people sometimes I indulge.  Like the time I went into the office on the weekend and there was just me and a couple of the guys there.  They apparently turn down the AC during the weekend and it was hot, so I asked the guys if they would mind if I took off my clothes.  No one objected.  You see usually I ask first and people don’t seem to mind.  At least the guys don’t. “  After removing her bra she unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor.  He was mesmerized by this naked beauty that stood before him.  She sat down and crossed her legs placing her hands demurely into her lap.

“What about at school?  How are your grades?”

“Oh they’re OK.  Not great.  I don’t study enough.”

“How do you manage your exhibitionism in class?”

“Well, it is a university, you know, so I can wear almost anything I want and I often wear revealing clothes.  They don’t hassle me as much.  In fact, not at all.  Unlike in High School where I used to get in trouble all the time. Like the time I wore a see through blouse in High School.  I had a bra on and everything but they called my parents and made my mom come and pick me up.  What a hassle!  Now I ask you, Doctor, why would anyone not want to look at these?”  She held her breasts in her hands and pointed them at him.  Her rosy areolas were the size of quarters and her nipples looked like clam necks.

He decided he would count the number of bumps around each when he heard her say louder and louder, “Doctor, doctor, DOCTOR!”  He awoke to the shout in his intercom.

“Yes, Betty, what is it.”

“Your 3:00 is here.  Miss Elaine Drubansky.”

“Thanks, Betty, I’ll be right out.”  He knew these afternoon naps would have to end.

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Chapter 1, Brie

She knows me well. She knows all my fantasies. And she enjoys playing to them. It’s as though she really believes I deserve to have a good time. (Funny, she doesn’t feel that way about herself.) But she loves to entertain me and excite me.

She introduced me to her friend, Brie. Brie grew up in Europe and was only twenty two at the time. Brie seemed so worldly, yet was really so young and innocent. Not in her European ways but in her lack of sexual experience and the depth of her exploration. Willing to explore but still too honest with her boyfriend for her own good.

Kris and I were in our late thirties. It happened in stages. Kris asked her if she knew how to give a good blowjob. Kris bragged to her about her technique. She tried to explain it to her but suggested that Brie watch how she did it until the protesting young lady finally agreed to watch. So Kris went down on me while another woman watched. It was thrilling. Kris did give great blowjobs using her hand in synchronization with her lips. Brie was entranced watching. Her eyes were riveted to the action at my crotch. I think she was afraid to make eye contact with me. Her legs were crossed and the top one rocked rhythmically. She squeezed them tightly when I exploded over Kris’s face. Kris’s eyes looked over at Brie and she smiled while the milky white stuff ran down her cheeks.

The image of that encounter haunted me for the next few weeks until I saw the two of them again. I spent those weeks in a constant state of excitement fantasizing about what might happen the next time. Brie seemed to enjoy herself and I felt she might be up for more.

The next time they were in a hurry. Actually, Kris was in a hurry and after an hour of beers and dirty talk, she had to go. It was a hot summer day and I had taken off my shirt when Kris offered to rub my sore neck. Brie was wearing a thin cotton dress with a blue and white pattern on it. I convinced Brie to stay and Kris gave me a wink as she left.

I didn’t have any air conditioning. All the windows were open and the shades were. The house was removed from the road a bit and surrounded by trees so it usually stayed cool. But today there wasn’t much of a breeze and the air hung heavy.

“Do you mind if I take off my pants?” I said. After some brief objections and counter objections she agreed and off they came. I was wearing a pair of black cotton briefs that were rather shear when viewed closely and that hugged tightly against the sack of my balls showing off my growing hardon.

“Maybe I should leave”, she said. When I asked why, she responded by saying that she was getting excited.

“What’s wrong with that,” I asked. And our by-play continued with her talking about her boyfriend and me telling her that I would not touch her but that there was nothing wrong with her getting excited just watching me. She agreed since she seemed to be getting more excited by the moment.

I offered her a drink, stood up and walked to the kitchen, letting her view my tight buns. She was watching and I thought it’s great to find a woman that appreciates looking. It seems so many don’t. Or don’t admit to it. When I returned from the kitchen and handed her the drink, I remained standing in front of her. I engaged her in a conversation about whether these briefs flattered me. I asked her if she noticed that you could see right through the dark fabric.

Soon I was trying on all my various styles of underwear for her. Leaving her in the living room while I would change into a variety of different pairs in the bedroom. Then prancing out for her. I had quite a few different styles and it became a private fashion show that made her nipples visible on the peeks of her freshly grown breasts. As she watched me rather eagerly with her eyes, she squirmed into different lounging positions on my couch. My now engorged cock fit differently into each set of underwear and some shorts it didn’t really fit in to at all. The stiff rod often had to be pushed to the side as it strained to straighten itself. She had made up her mind that it was OK for her to watch me and I could tell she was enjoying the show.

“How do these look?” I would ask.

“Tight!” she responded staring straight at my outlined package.

“Do they flatter my ass?” I turned around and sometimes bent over.

“The last ones were better.” Smiling at me.

I put on some music and began dancing. I was flipping the tip of my cock in and out the top of my briefs in rhythm to the music. My hips rocking to the funky beat. I’d circle around and show off my baby tight buns. There was no pretense about what was going on now. We were both caught up in the sheer sexual excitement of the moment. Me, dancing sensually for her and her eagerly drinking in the entire view with her eyes.

I disappeared into the bedroom as if to change. Instead I stripped completely and carried a full sized pillow in front of me. I danced holding the pillow against the front of my hips. Pressing my cock into it with the rhythm of the beat, I began to get very excited. Too excited. I paused and calmed down. I know my limits and I had to take a break.

“Are you enjoying the show?” I sat down in the chair perpendicular to her with the pillow on my lap covering my stiff rod.

“You dance beautifully. No really you have great rhythm and you move so sensually. It’s quite exciting to watch you.”

“Would you like me to remove the pillow while I sit here for a while.”

“OK. If you don’t mind, I mean.” She was so cute and naïve I thought. I removed the pillow and my cock was at full attention. I opened my legs to give her a good view.

“Would you mind if I masturbated in front of you,” I asked. She didn’t reply and I began to slowly rub my cock. Her eyes were wide as though she had never watched a man do this before.

“Maybe we should stop. I’m not sure my boyfriend would like this.”

“It’s just watching. You’re not doing anything. It’s just like you were watching an R rated movie or peeking across an apartment courtyard and seeing something go on….And if you want I will lend you my vibrator so that you can go into the bathroom alone and comfort your itch. Watch me masturbate and then after go into the bathroom after or if she wanted she could use it while she watched me.”

“Afterwards,” she said. She already knew that she would have to cum soon.

I quit rubbing my cock and got up and danced to the music using the pillow. I was rubbing its cotton coolness up and down my cock to the beat of the music and letting the tip show itself above the edge of the pillow. I got into the sensuality of the music, the dance and sensations of the pillow’s softness against my stiff hard rod. It didn’t take too long before I was hip hugging the arm of the couch she sat on. With one leg on the couch and the other on the floor, I pushed my cock frantically through the pillow in plain view of her staring eyes only inches away. She watched in a trance as my cum spurt out from the pillow and shot across the room. Wow, she said and she clapped admiringly.

Before she left, she went into the bathroom, having asked for my vibrator, and hummed away with the sound of running water in the background. I enjoyed listening outside the door to her muffled murmuring even though I was so recently spent. It didn’t take her long to orgasm and I crept away quietly from the door, returning to the living room, pretending not to have listened.

Chapter 2, Kris Returns to Lead the Seduction

It was weeks before I saw them again, but throughout that time, in hot phone calls with Kris, I informed her of all the details of that afternoon. On each call she begged me for more detail to where the story became a bit embellished as I told her about every movement of my hips and every squirt of my cum.

When they did return, they looked beautiful. I was sure Kris made sure they were particularly looking sexy for me. She told me on the phone that she and Brie were going to tease me even more this next time. I knew she had some interest in Brie herself. She used to complement Brie on her large full firm breasts and today they were popping out cleavage in a low cut filmy flower dress she wore. Kris had on tight white shorts that pressed open the crease in her lips and a halter top that was loose fitting at her midriff. It looked like there was no bra underneath it.

Today Kris had the whole afternoon open. After some lustful talk about the afternoon with Brie and I, she had me show her how I danced for Brie. She told me to dance in front of Brie again but soon I was dancing in front of both of them as they sat on the couch. I stripped off my clothes in rhythm to the music, using my hands to create long flowing strokes along my body, getting into the sexuality of the dance as my nakedness progressed. By the time I was just in my underwear, another pair of tight fitting briefs – this time flesh colored – the outline of my long cock was easily visible running from bottom to the very top with a slight rightward slant.

Kris got up and joined me when her favorite dance song came on. I complained that she was fully clothed although I could see her obvious nipples through her halter top. When I touched her, she reminded me that she had promised Brie that they would just tease me. (This was so Brie could feel that she wasn’t cheating on her boyfriend!) Although what I did with myself was pretty much up to me, Kris said.

Kris led us both to my large bedroom where Kris told me to lie on the floor. She stripped off her clothes while she straddled me. Her loose fitting top made it easy to see her breasts. Brie laid out on her stomach on my queen sized bed, her head perched at the foot while she watched. Kris continued to strip while she danced above my waist. She continued dancing for me in her black lacy panties. She squatted over my face and pulled the crotch of her panties aside to reveal her fully shaved pussy. She let me touch her legs while she moved around, up and down over my face, twisting and turning her hips to the music.

After a few songs, she asked me to dance again for the girls and moved to the bed. As Brie was righting herself, Kris suggested that she take off her dress so it wouldn’t get wrinkled with a wink to Brie and a “now, behave yourself” to me. They both knew it would drive me crazy and they knew they could trust me to stay inbounds. When I became crazy, however, I could talk any woman into anything. Whether it is the wisdom of my logic, the masculinity of my stiff cock, or the childlike pleading in my voice that was so convincing. I’ve never known but I’ve always had a lot of success in crossing people’s boundaries.

Brie took off her dress and revealed a flame red bra to match her French cut red panties. Both were rather sheer with some sort of lacy patterns in them.

“You have gorgeous breasts, Brie,” Kris commented. “I wish mine were as large and firm. What do you think?” she asked me. She had wonderfully perky bulbous breasts. Soon they were engaged in a comparison discussion both agreeing to the obvious endowment that Brie had been blessed with. I agreed as well. Kris seemed to be genuine in her adoration and void of jealousy. Her hands moved under and held Brie’s breasts displaying them in their bra. She held them as only flesh can be held, feeling their weight as she gently bobbed them up and down.

She reminded me I was supposed to be dancing for Brie and I gladly got up and still in my tight jockey style underwear, pranced in front of the two of them. I was enjoying looking at Brie’s graceful figure and I could see a dark patch in the crotch of her panties. As I danced Kris whispered things in Brie’s ear while her hands playfully touched her sides, her arms and ran across her hips. Kris was in position to make a move as Brie was warming up to my erotic movements. While I was playing my hands across my chest, and giving the two of them flashes of my ass and cock, Kris’s hands continued to roam over Brie. Brie appeared passive to Kris’s attention watching me. Not returning anything. But Kris became more persistent, cuddling closer to her their almost naked bodies touching and Kris’s hands caressing her as she whispered in her ear.

Eventually Brie began to moan. Her eyes closed as I took a seat on the bed next to her legs. Kris gently took both her hands and rolled Brie onto her back. Somewhere as they cuddled she had unhooked Brie’s bra and she massaged her way around the edges of Brie’s breasts before she slipped it off as she moved her hands across her rock hard nipples. I was happy just to see Brie’s beautiful naked breasts as I watched Kris attend to them in a comforting way. Kris looked at me as she handled Brie’s breast.

Brie had large brown areolas with tough little nubs that were hardened up around her fantastically protruding nipple. Soon my hands gently touched one of her legs and rubbed up and down along her calf. It was a test to see if she would resist but Brie seemed to be lost in the enjoyment of it all. Kris’s hands were all over her, and I gradually became more aggressive using tow hands and reaching farther up her legs. At times Kris and I worked in unison and at other times moving from different directions to the same place. With all of our hands roaming over her body, Brie never felt her panties coming off. Soon though she began to open her legs to let my hands move more generously over her legs. Eventually Kris’s hands moved through the light hair of in region of her pussy. Brie became startled when she realized she was completely naked and Kris decided a break was in order. We slowed our pace and in a few minutes stopped.

We stopped to gather ourselves together but we knew with Brie’s passive consent and acceptance that we would likely have an opportunity to return to excite her body. Brie was unsure. We talked and in the calm of the moment convinced her that if she just passively received she would not be cheating on her boyfriend. Her body, I knew was aching for more and I had that logical charm on my side. Together with Kris we began to convince her to give up this boundary. As we talked we slowly began to renew our rubbing and Brie’s nods were replaced with silence and intermittent moans as we instructed her to just relax.

This time she knew she was naked and had agreed to let us do whatever we wanted to her. With four hands rubbing her, it didn’t take long to get Brie’s engine running again. She lay on her back with her eyes closed, no longer in control of what was happening to her body. When Kris began to rub her fingers up and down along Brie’s slit, her body writhed in a lustful movement wanting Kris’s fingers to stay longer on her clit. I moved up along side her taking the opposite side from Kris. We both began to kiss her simultaneously. First, I whispered in her ear to just receive. I spoke about a Tantric experience. Then turning my lips next to her ear I gave her a hot breathy kiss. At the same time, Kris began to kiss her on her stomach. Then me around her neck and Kris on the wet hair surrounding her sweet slit.

My hands were pushing her breasts together and pushing the flesh in various ways while my lips traced across her colorful hard button-like nipples. Kris worked between her legs with her hands and her tongue. She used her mouth slowly on and off her clit while her hands spread her open. I watched Kris while my lips sucked on first one tit then the other. I shifted my body a bit and found inadvertently I had moved my underwear covered member onto Brie’s open palm as her arm lay passively at her side. I changed my gaze so that I was looking into Brie’s face just as she began to explode into orgasm after immediate orgasm. She was shaking and I pressed my face to hers hugging her naked upper torso while Kris relentlessly kept pushing orgasms out of her.

Brie was a screamer. She was loud, like wake-the-neighbors, loud. But of course there were no neighbors to hear her, so I told her to let it go and be as loud as she wanted. “Let go, give in, feel it all over,” I whispered in her ear while she seemed lost in a parallel universe somewhere. But she was hugging me back with her one free arm and beginning to sob. Then she opened her arm and fell back across the large bed, fully spent. She reminded me more of a man in the after moments of a complete sexual release. I removed my groin from Brie’s hand. Kris looked at me. Her smiling mouth was covered in Brie’s juices. Our play was done for today. And it made me feel very powerful and sexy to see what havoc Kris and I had wrought.

Chapter 3, A Plan

The next time we met, Kris had a plan. Brie in her naiveté had told her boyfriend about our last encounter. Geez. Just because I told her that receiving broke no rules, that didn’t mean her boyfriend would buy that argument. What makes sense in the heat of lust, doesn’t always seem logical to someone who wasn’t there. It made me wonder if she also told him how she had the greatest orgasm of her life under the skilled hands, lips, and tongues of Kris and I. The boyfriend didn’t seem as upset about Kris and he was about my presence and particularly my touching of her.

So Kris had a plan. She needed a plan to get Brie to agree to come to my house again. She promised her boyfriend that she would not let the same thing happen again. So this time would have to be different rather than being a continuation of what happened the last time.

My bedroom had a queen size mattress covered in a light summer covering. Next to the foot of the bed was a chair with a short straight back and low padded arms. The bed was an understated classic brass design with short columns and two low rails for a headboard. At the foot of the bed there were no rails – just the posts – and this made the chair easily visible from the bed.

Kris had me strip to my shorts and then she tied me into the chair with cloth and Velcro restraints that she brought. She tied my wrists to the braces between the legs and my ankles were fastened to the front legs. She had also placed a restraint around my neck and tied it to the back of the chair. Not tightly. It was comfortable but it restricted my face from moving forward very far. Brie was stretched out on the bed with her feet toward me. I don’t think she could see my cock from there but I had a perfect angle up her legs to her white panties.

Kris proceeded to strip off her top, revealing her rose colored nipples and her small but full melons. For some reason I love small breasts. She rolled the palm of one hand over both breasts while she stared seductively into my eyes. Her eyes told me she was already hot. She turned her back to me and slowly pulled off her shorts, having to refit her black lacy panties after she slid her shorts down her legs, giving me a clear shot at the beginning of everything as she bent over. She looked at Brie mischievously while she wiggled her ass in front of me. She was a perfect ass and I enjoyed it when she was standing as much as when she was bent over.

She took advantage of the neck restraint to slide her flesh up and down an invisible wall less than an inch from my forward leaning face. Her nipples scraping my nose. The restraints allowed me very little movement. She rubbed her pussy and her tits against all my exposed areas. With her back to me, she rubbed the crack of her ass up and down along my lap and whatever it was that was growing in my lap. My shorts constrained my member from jumping up and poking her. In fact, they were really uncomfortably pinned in an unnatural direction adding stimulation to my frustration.

She wriggled and rubbed and pressed herself against me. She seemed to be using me to provide excitement to her own special places. Rubbing her cunt along my thighs and my tethered arms; her breasts and nipples against my chest and the side of my face. She went into my top dresser draw and pulled out my scissors. Returning to the chair, she quickly and expertly cut my shorts along both sides and had them off of me in seconds. My cock was standing straight up in the air now, its flesh bulging and large veins seemly to push outside the main mast of maleness.

Kris grabbed my cock and pointed it’s mushroom capped head toward Brie, who by now was leaning over the edge of the bed to better watch the action. Kris moved her torso in between my legs and squeezed my cock between her breasts. She tried to tit fuck me while I was sitting. I lifted my ass into the air as much as I could to roll them in that lovely space. When she thought I was getting too excited she stopped touching me and played with herself in front of me. I found it frustrating when she moved away but I calmed myself knowing this whole excitement would continue.

She asked Brie to try to give me a tit fuck. “With all the extra flesh you have it should be easier,” Kris said, “but don’t let him cum.”

Brie agreed to do it and she lifted her dress up over her head. Her magnificent young body naked accept for her white thong panties. She knelt in between my legs. It was the first time she touched me on her initiative except for when we said hello and goodbye and hugged. Her breasts felt wonderful. Young and perky and resilient. Her skin smooth; firm and soft at the same time. I could feel her hard nipples and they made contact along the skin of my abdomen and especially when I pitched my hips a lot and felt her nipples touch my balls. But after a couple of thrusts she backed away.

“He looks too sensitive to touch,” Kris chirped in, “maybe we need to just put on a show for him for while. Come over here next to me on the bed, Young Thing. Let me teach you how to really tease a man.”

They embraced in the middle of the bed, both on their knees, face to face, ear to ear while Kris whispered in Brie’s ear. They were both in just their panties. Soon they turned toward me and as they did Kris got behind Brie. Hands appeared from behind her and started to move up and down her sides. Brie wiggled with the music and the tender hands moved across her stomach and up together to cup her nude breasts. The hands gently massaged each breast. Kris’s hands continued to graze Brie’s nipples until they looked like olive pits. Hard and tight.

Soon she began to sensually remove Brie’s white thong. Teasing me as she pulled them down below her hair line to her knees while putting her own hand in front of Brie’s pussy and keeping it there hiding it from my view temporarily. Brie had her eyes closed as Kris’s hands explored her body. Kris massaged her pussy, her fingers trailing through her fine hair, her palm pressing her mound, while I watched. Occasionally Brie would open her eyes to see me staring at her body with a hardon that I couldn’t hide. She was definitely getting wet and so was Kris who leered at me from behind Brie and was enjoying every minute of her teasing.

Kris turned Brie sideways laying her down on the bed, flat on her back and pulled her panties off completely. She began kissing her shoulder then down to her breasts and lower still. She nuzzled her head in between Brie’s legs. At first Brie weakly resisted but she quickly yielded to the soft folds of Kris’s hair as she gently swayed it over the tops of her legs. I could tell that Brie loved the touch of Kris’s tongue in between her legs. Soon she had her legs spread wide open as Kris hungrily lapped at her. I watched as she used long wide-tongue laps to run up and down the lips of her pussy. She then began kissing all different parts of her pussy lips and in along her slit.

Brie was moaning, tossing her head from side to side, she seemed totally unaware that I was there. Kris’s head moved slower and as she began to focus on one area, Brie’s legs began to tighten against the sides of her head, blocking my view. She had her knees up, her hands in Kris’ hair and her head tilted back when her orgasm started. Kris continued to lick and kiss and such, spurred on by Brie’s positive reactions. Brie orgasmed for a long time and eventually her legs relaxed and as they did, I saw Kris give me the happiest smile looking right into my eyes.

As Brie lay spent and exhausted, I realized that Kris enjoyed her experience with Brie at least as much as she seemed to enjoy her time with me. I was feeling a little overlooked when, Kris got off the bed, gave me one of her sex stirring looks. She came directly over to the chair, spread her legs, pulled her black panties to one side and lowered her wet pussy onto my cock slowly. Placing her arms on the back of the chair, she stroked up and down a few times slowly. I was embarrassed by how quickly I came. It took less than a few minutes of stoking before my cock spurted its sticky juice inside her slippery tunnel. Kris, while aware of my coming cock, seemed lost in her own special place as she willed herself to come with me. She kissed me when she was done. Brie was lazily watching from the bed and I wanted to kiss her too.

First there are different levels of CyberSex depending on
what technology you have.  There are
various chat facilities which also provide voice transmission (or phones may be
used) as well as webcams. Sometimes it is best to start slow and progress
through each of these various stages getting more intimate and daring as you
go.  It is usually a good practice to
keep your real identity hidden until you become more familiar with the other
person.

I think a key to making it work is finding out what excites the other person,
what they hope to get out of it, and how well suited you are for addressing
their needs. And vice versa, of course. For example, you may get off on
listening to a man’s grunting and masturbating on the phone or you may prefer
to watch him stroke it or neither of these might be your cup of tea but you
might prefer to be told a story with a particularly nasty fetish. So exploring
these turn-ons with your partner is both fun and important to achieving your
desired result. 

Most people think of cybersex as texting back and forth and
in the interactive conversation getting each person more and more turned
on.  This does work and can be very hot
but is most effective if the two parties already know each other or if at least
one participant is very experienced and a skilled sexual communicator.  In the early stages of getting to know
someone this can be a hit or miss proposition and the pressure of trying to get
the other person turned on can frustrate your own desires.  Sometimes this leads to one partner getting
their satisfaction and the other going unsatisfied.  Some of this one-sidedness is OK but really
good CyberSex is committed to both partners satisfaction.

So here are a few ideas beyond texting that might help you
develop and understanding of the other person sexual preferences while enjoying
yourself too.

If you both share a similar interest in watching porn you can engage in
simultaneous watching on sites like redtube.com.  Show him your favorite videos and let him show
you his.  Watch them together and it can
be fun to share a running commentary about the simulcast show.  As you watch you can share what you find hot
about it, what ideas and feelings it stirs in you.  With limited pressure to create fantasies or
conversations from scratch, this can provide good insight into what turns each
of you on.

You may engage in a similar joint adventure with an erotic story.  I know mine have been used this way (and with
excellent results, I’m told).  Reading
together can have a similar effect to watching a video, especially if you find
a story that you both enjoy. 
Occasionally interrupt the reading and comment on anything you find
particularly arousing. 

This can also be done viewing pictures
simultaneously.  You can take any of
these activities and have one or two partners prepare ahead of time (which can
be a stimulating warm up).  For example,
before you meet you each have an assignment to find 15 minutes worth of video
that you think the other person will like.

All of these simultaneous activities can be enhanced with
the use of a phone or VOIP (voice over IP) technology.  Verbal communication is generally much faster
and more interactive than texting and the subtle moans and verbal expressions
can be a turn on.  Finally having a
headset frees your hands which you might find better uses for.

Speaking of phones, for those who really enjoy listening to
an orgasm, one trick can be to end your play with a redial to your partner who
lets your voice go into voice mail where your orgasm can be caught on tape and
listened to over and over again at any time night or day.  (A security note about phones: understand the
implications of the other person having caller ID.)

Another activity includes personal pictures can be taken and
shared.  And if one likes to be
submissive or dominant then instructions on how and where the picture should be
taken might occur.
 
Using a webcam which can be purchased for as little as $75 (perhaps even less
today) will introduce a whole new dimension into CyberSexing and a lot of other
possibilities. With a webcam you can actually watch your partner disrobe, play
with themselves and reach a happy ending.  I personally prefer it when my partner is shy
and needs to be coaxed into displaying their charms.  If you are shy and uncertain about how far
you are willing to go then be honest to those feelings.  You could start by modeling your sexy
clothes, for example, and changing off camera. 

If you swing the other way toward the bold, perhaps you
should take on challenging dares from one another like daring to open the
blinds while you are dressed in only your underwear.  Or walking past an open window wrapped in a
towel.  Maybe your partner would like to
see close ups. 

If you turn the screen off on your computer but leave your
computer on with the camera running, you can create a voyeuristic view of your
home and the activity within for others. 
This can be especially effective if your computer is located in your
bedroom and you want to share your experience with a partner or friend with
others without your partner knowing it.

Involving your real (versus cyber) partner can also be a
variation for a threesome or more.  The
technology is just arriving that allows multiple cameras to conference on one session
and this can be fun particularly for those who like to perform for a
crowd. 

In addition to our most exhibitionist and voyeuristic fantasies,
CyberSex can be used to play out other fantasies like Domination and Submission
where one person directs the activity of the other, telling them what to do,
how long to do it and when to stop.  I’ve
known some Masters who specialize in directing the activities of couples and
this can help to spice up a potentially routine marriage or long term
relationship.

In short, CyberSex is a technology enabled way of exploring
many of our deepest fantasies under cover of a secret identity and without the complication
of physical presence.  Creating an
identity that is that is impenetrable helps to free the spirit and includes
having email, messenger, phone numbers, etc. that are all secure.  It is safe sex in the strictest sense.  Whether CyberSex is fantasy or cheating is a
discussion I will leave to another time.

 

 

Chapter 1 is found here

 

We plotted all week together.  Plotting to seduce this virgin man who cut my lawn.  This 18 year old Adonis who was unaware of his sexual powers and so shy that Sophia just wanted to cuddle him in a blanket of estrogen smelling flesh.  Cuddle him and coddle him and take his virginal member into her holes.

 

Together we plotted.  With me whispering in her ear while I pricked her naked body with my spear.  Telling her what she could do to him when I was hiding in the other room.   We tried out different scenarios.  What if it was overcast or cold?  We had promised a cooling sponge bath but we could substitute a steamy bath.  What if he had to meet a friend or his mother?  We could have him come back later to get paid.  In fact, we plotted all of the possible scenarios in detail.  Details which inevitably brought Sophia to an orgasm.  She loved thought of seducing this boy while I watched from behind some magic curtain.  She loved the anticipation of this Saturday.

 

So part of our plotting for this Saturday was for me to appear to be gone so she could work on his shyness without his fear of me showing up unexpectedly.  The story he would be told was that I was away on a business trip and wasn’t able to get home on a flight until 8:00 that evening.  So I was out and 1,000 miles away.  In reality I bought three small wireless cameras, put them in a network and set up my computer in the guest room.  I could switch between each of the cameras: one in the living room, one in the bathroom and one in the bedroom.  I would not be able to hear unless they were in the master bedroom which directly below the guestroom and shared some venting system that allowed sound to travel between the two rooms.

 

The weather on Saturday turned out to be very hot and humid.  In fact, it was perhaps the hottest day of the year.  Sophia had the AC on in the house but had set it so that the bedroom would be considerably cooler than the rest of the house.  She was wearing a t-shirt (no bra) and shorts with a thong underneath.  When Brian arrived she met him at the front door and after commenting on the heat, explained to him that she was going to take a cool bath and that if he needed anything he should just come in the house and help himself.  She also commented on my absence (and we had even driven my car away to a near by shopping lot to complete the story).  I could see on my monitor that Sophia’s nipples were quite hard and visible through her tight fitting t-shirt.

 

A few more pleasantries were exchanged and as Brian started to turn away, Sophia said to him, “In this heat, you will sure earn your sponge bath today.”  She could see the back of his neck redden and his eyes gave her a furtive guilty look over his shoulders as he went into the yard.  God, she thought, two hours before he is done.  Can I wait that long?

 

Well she did want to take that bath and she started running the water in the tub.  She stripped off her clothes and walked through the house naked making sure to pass by the windows.  I couldn’t follow all of her movements in my monitors but I could see Brian out the window, and while he was mowing he was looking toward the house.  I wondered if this could be dangerous.  Thanks god the lawn was pretty flat. 

 

He started near the house and was working his way away from it.  After he got a certain distance, Sophia got in the bath and enjoyed the buoyant and warm waters of her tub.  The tub was a modern fixture, slightly longer than most, with enough room for two seated facing each other if they didn’t mind being a little cozy.  I watched Sophia in the tub as she dowsed a sponge across her nipples, squeezing the water across her chest.  Her legs swayed side to side creating a current that forced the water between her legs.  She played apparently oblivious to my camera.  She was teasing herself and working up her sexual energy.  I don’t think she had an orgasm even when she rapidly cupped her hand in a motion that moved the water even faster against her clit. 

 

Brian, meanwhile, was finishing the lawn in record time.  Sophia had finished her bath and was drying herself (with the door open to the bathroom, I might add) when Brian came through for a drink.  The bathroom door opened into the hall and wasn’t directly visible from the path to the kitchen but Sophia stepped out into the hall when she heard Brian come in.  Holding the towel loosely in front of her, she asked, “Are you all done?” 

“No,” he responded with a lump in his throat as he looked over at her naked body.  While the towel hid the most sacred spots, he could see the flesh all down both sides of her body attesting to her nakedness and the idea that the towel might slip made it difficult for Brian to get out the rest of his sentence, “I just needed something to drink.  Is it OK?”

“Absolutely.  A hot one isn’t it?  You look like you have worked up quite a sweat there, young man.”  She liked the effect that calling him a young man had. 

 

Soon Brian was back finishing the lawn.  Sophia had put on her t-shirt and her thong but did not bother with her shorts.  She quickly rinsed the tub and reloaded it with slightly cooler water this time.  She had just finished filling the tub when Brain returned.  He stood at the doorway and announced that he was done.  She stood before him in her t-shirt and her thong.  The t-shirt came down about halfway down her rounded ass.  Brian stood seeming to try to catch his breath.  “Is it silly for a woman off my age to wear a thong?  I really need a young man’s opinion.”  Sophia raised the t-shirt so that Brian could see the entire front of her thong.  Then she turned and did a pirouette.  I watched Brian’s face almost fall to the floor and had to laugh at his reaction.  Sophia was a beautiful woman and her ass was nearly perfect but I thought Brian was going to scream as his face scrunched up and stared at her behind. 

 

“What do you think?” she asked again.  “It looks OK,” he replied.  “Just OK?”  “Better than OK,” he said.  “Do you think it is sexy on me?”  “Yes,” he gulped out. 

 

“So do you want something to drink?” she said as she walked away into the kitchen.  “Some more water.”  He stayed where he was and used his hand to wrench the fabric around his member and resettle its position.  When he was done I could see it even at this distance over the monitor.  It was big and stiff and sticking up in his pants at a position equal to about two o’clock.  It didn’t look like it would fit in his pants at a twelve o’clock position since at two it ran all the way up to his belt. 

 

She returned with his water and told him that he must have lost a lot of water in the heat today and that she said the best thing for him would be to soak in a tub of cooling water.  She explained that she had just run a fresh tub for him and that he could take off his clothes in the bathroom.  He hesitated and seemed a little disappointed that he wasn’t going to get his personal sponge bath.   “No I should really be getting home, but thanks anyway.”  Sophia was not going to let him escape.  She grabbed him by the waist and led him toward the bathroom.  “I will not take no for an answer!”  and she bullied him into the bathroom.  “Now get in there,” she said, “and don’t make me beat you.”  They both laughed sharing glances.

 

She left and he closed the door, took off his clothes, folded them neatly on the shelf in bathroom and lowered himself into the tub.  The temperature was just right – warmer than room temperature but not hot.  He still had a hard on and it stood straight up poking its head out of the water.  He was beginning to relax and he started to lie back in the tub when suddenly the door opened and in walked Sophia.  He sat up startled and cupped his hands over his cock in an attempt to hide it.  “I promised you a bath and a bath I will give you” she announced.  “But you can’t keep your hands like that if I am going to wash you.  Do you want me to cover you up?  I can do it if you want, but it makes no difference to me.  It looks like you should be proud of what you have.  Let me see it,” she said and she moved his hands away with hers, actually grabbed his cock in one of her hands and moved it from side to side, carefully inspecting it.

 

“Yes, Brian, you can be very proud of this tool.  I’ll bet all of the girls have told you that already.  Haven’t they?”  She looked into his eyes and could see his doubt and fear.  “Let me tell you, Brian, I have seen a lot of cocks in my day, and this one (she moved it to one side to emphasize her words) is one gorgeous specimen of masculinity.  Wait until the word gets around your college campus, the girls will come running to see it.”  She paused, still holding his cock in her hand.  “You’re not still a virgin, are you?”  She said it in a soft and sympathetic tone.  “No, no,” he said.  But she told him she could tell that he was lying.

 

As she said this to him, her hand wrapped itself around his cock and began sliding up and down in the water along its length.  “Do you like this Brian?  Do you want me to stop it?”  A murmur but not an objection.   Slowly she moved her hand up and down.  “Do you want me to make you cum, Brian?”  No response.  She grabbed a bar of soap that had been soaking in water since this morning.  It was the soap with the cold cream in it.  She lathered both of her hands and returned to stoking his cock.  The soap now made her hands slide more easily.  She stroked him with one hand and with the other moved it under his balls cupping them, softly spreading the soap over them and below his balls in that little area between his balls and his asshole.  She used both hands around his cock and started to stroke him faster.  He was loosing control now arching his back and humping into her hands.  She sued one hand to pull the skin down tight around his cock.  I could tell because while the water was beginning to get sudsy, the top of his circumcised cock was protruding and the tightness could be seen in the skin attached to it.  While this hand remained still pulling his skin, her other hand began rubbing faster and faster around the sensitive spot just below his head.  He tried to keep up but could not thrust as fast as she could use her hands.

 

The whole time this was going on, she was talking to him in a low sexy voice.  “Oh you like that, don’t you?  How is that?  Is this good?  What a big cock you have Brian?  I can just imagine how wonderful this would feel in my pussy.  Or maybe in my mouth.”  Just as she lowered her head to get near his cock, the first spurt jumped, flying at light speed and caught Sophia just above her eye.  She continued to lean forward, unfazed and opened her mouth to catch the second spurt.  He hands continued to work rapidly as he shot five of six times in rapid succession.  Then she slowed her strokes but kept him enwrapped.  Slowly she helped him spurt off two or three more shots.  She took some of these in her mouth and she enjoyed the fresh taste of this young boy.  Other spurts surrounded her face, closed one eye and hung off of her face as only cum can.

 

She reached over and wiped her face off with a towel.  Brian looked uncomfortable not quite sure what to do.  She looked at him very pleased while the towel cleaned her face.  He finally stuttered, “I’m so sorry Mrs. Williams.”  “I think you can call me Sophia, now.  Don’t be sorry.  I expected that and I’m too good not to get what I expect.  Now you relax while I wash you.”  She found a sponge and began to wash him in the tub like nothing happened.  He laid back and enjoyed her gently stroking.  She patiently washed him, then dried him while he stood.  She told him to just relax and she would do all the work.  As she dried between his legs, he began to respond to her touch with blood again flowing into his member.  He seemed less self conscious about it now.

 

She took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom instructing him to lie on the bed.  She told him that he was still a virgin but that he probably didn’t want to go off to college that way.  If he wanted she would teach him a few things.  Show him a few things and break his cherry in the process.  Brian was just being quiet and she took that to mean “go ahead”.  I could hear what was being said through the ventilation system and I could see him laid out in the bed on my computer.  I watched s Sophia took off her t-shirt.  She got on the bed and straddled him.  “Touch my breasts, Brian.  Excite me with your touch.”

 

He reached up and took both of her nipples between his thumbs and fingers and squeezed them both hard.  “Ouch.  Brian, that is a bit too hard.  Just use your fingers and circle the nipples.  Yes that’s better.  Yes, I like that much better than squeezing them hard.  Try holding my beasts in your hand like you were holding a football without touching the nipples.  Now squeeze gently.  Yes.  See how my nipples are all hard now.”

 

“Now I want you to lick them.  Just use your tongue for now. That feels very nice Brian.  It’s making my pussy wet.  It’s like there is a direct line to my pussy pump which pumps out juice for your cock to slide into.” 

 

“Now it’s my turn to lie down, Brian and I want you to sit up and take off my panties. Do you like these panties any better now?  Do you think they’re sexy?”  She wriggled out of her thong as he pulled them off of her hips.  I could see that she was enjoying showing herself to this young boy and her body spread itself open in front of him.  “Now I want you to take a close look at my pussy, Brian.  Have you ever seen a pussy before?”  He nodded, then gulped as he moved down the bed so his face was closer to her pussy.  She took both of her hands and pulled her shaven lips apart exposing her swollen clit and the pink of her innermost lips. 

 

“See how there’s two sets of lips around my pussy.  See how thick this part is right now.  It isn’t always that thick.  You’ve caused that to happen by getting me excited.  Put your finger in there and find my pussy hole.”  He inserted his finger and would up a bit too high.  “Just a little lower. Yes,” she started a bit as he found and penetrated her hole.  “That’s right, Brian.   Now can you feel the bumps just at the opening – around the entrance?  That’s right.  Yes.  Move in a slow circle like that. Oh that drives me crazy.”  She just moaned while he continued to press one finger in a circle around her entrance. 

 

While I couldn’t see I imagined her vagina loosening as it does when I do that.  I noticed that I wasn’t feeling jealous at all but that I was enjoying seeing her excited and manipulating this poor young boy.  I had taken my cock out of my pants and I was playing with it and while I watched the computer I leaned toward the vent so I could her each of her words.  Her voice was firm, not loud but directive like a patient teacher should be.  She was still holding her lips open with her own hands.

 

“That’s wonderful, Brian.  What a good lover you will make.  Do you know where my clit is?”  He hesitated.  “Right here,” she said as she used one hand to just barely touch the tip.  “Now this part of a woman is very, very sensitive and requires special care.  Do you want me to show you how to please a woman by exciting her clitoris?”  He nodded, still shy although the two of them were completely nude.  “First put your hands where mine are and hold open the lips like I have can you do that.  Pull my lips a little farther apart.  Yes.  Now lower your face to my clit and get your tongue nice and wet for me.  The clit needs lots of moisture.  Lick some moisture on it slowly.  Wow.  That is perfect Brian.  Do another like that – real slow.”

  

“OK, that was just a little hard.  Each woman is different so sometimes you have to try different things.  I really like it when someone licks just one side of my clit, almost beside it.  That’s close, Brian, but a little more to the side.  OH YES.  That’s it.  Now I love it when you start slow and increase the speed just a little bit each time.  YES.  YES.”  She was wiggling her hips making it hard for Brian but he was doing his best to stay with her.  She was screaming now and I had no trouble telling that she was having an orgasm. In fact, I was pumping along with her and about to explode myself.

 

Brian was trying to keep licking her and in the process became a bit rough – his inexperience showing – but it was too late for Sophia.  He could have been biting her or punching her and she still would have orgasmed.  It was massive too and one where she had to pull his head away to stop the sensations although he body gave her a couple of waves of rushes even after the catalyst was removed. 

 

As she began to gasp and return to reality, Brian spoke for almost the first time, “Did I hut you?”  Sophia was overcome by the gentleness of the young man in her bed she took him in her arms and squeezed him – a grateful warm hug.  “Brian, you were terrific.  That was just an outstanding orgasm.  The best I’ve ever had.”  She looked up to the camera, her face hidden on his shoulder and winked at me.  “When a woman gets really, really excited it just all gets too much to handle and you have to have it stop immediately.  But if you didn’t notice, (she chuckled) I had a huge orgasm.  You are such a terrific lover, Brian.”

 

“But there is still one thing,” Sophia said.

“What’s that?”

“Why, you are still technically a virgin!  And we can’t have you going off to college that way, can we?  Do you want to fuck me, Brian?”  She put a certain emphasis on saying “fuck me.”  It was in her low sexy voice.  It got to me and I’m sure Brian was ready too.  I could see his young cock standing straight up pointing toward his chin.  I had actually thought that maybe I would wait until Brian was gone so I could get sloppy seconds on my best gal but hearing her and watching her lie back and spread her legs open, I began to rub my own cock in earnest now.  I watched as Sophia helped lead his cock into her pussy.  She was whispering to him now and I could barely hear what she said.  Something about “using her.”

 

Well it didn’t take Brian long to cum.  He put his cock inside of her and once he started moving in and out he lost all perspective and control.  Even though it was his second orgasm of the day, he pumped away like a maniac for a minute or two before exploding inside of Sophia.  She kissed him on his face and neck and caressed his back with her hands.  As he came she grabbed his ass and pulled him tight.  Soon he lay motionless on top of her, still inside her.

 

I was so close.  So hot.  I leaned away from the vent and called my house on my cell phone.  I watched as Sophia answered the phone without even a slight movement from Brian.  “I am so hot.” I said.  “You loved getting your little virgin, didn’t you?  (Un Huh, she said) You loved teaching him. (Uh Huh) You broke that young man’s cherry and he will always remember you for it.  (I hope.)  OH,” I said trying to be so quiet.  I exploded just as I heard her say, “OK hon, I’ll see you later.  Remember life is a journey.  Have a nice trip.”  

Ellen heard the announcement and it made her jump.  She quickly downed the rest of her drink as though the half a glass of tequila would help her through this.  Seemingly from out of no where two other girls joined her in the march to dressing room.  Every guy focused on the girls and as Ellen weaved her way between the tightly packed tables she felt her ass brush up against some of the boys.  She didn’t think it was accidental.  A few made comments either to her or to the other members of their tables about her.  She couldn’t make any of the comments out over the music but she could sense the leering lusty attitudes of all the guys.  After all, they were all heated up from watching the regular girls.  She wondered how many hardons there were in the audience. 

 

Stepping into the dressing room she was amazed at how nice if seemed.  There was a row of chairs facing mirrors with a couple of couches on the opposite wall.  There was even a sink.  It was a long narrow room and at the far end there were a few steps that led to a small platform with a curtain to the stage.  She looked at the other two amateurs.  She was surprised that she had not seen them before but then she was distracted by the twins show.  They were both fairly good looking and they both looked very nervous.  She asked them if they had ever done this before and both said no.  They introduced themselves as they waited for the manager. 

 

When the manager arrived he wasted little time.  Each girl would have three songs.  Start fully dressed and get down to your underwear by the end of the first song; bra off for the second song; and everything off in the last song.  Rough guidelines he said.  Does anyone want to back out?  The three girls looked at each other but said nothing.  The manger: you get to keep your tips and the most popular girl wins $250 and comes out for one additional set of three songs.  The guys are not allowed to touch you except to put a dollar in your garter.  Absolutely no touching above the garter.  You may touch them, but if they touch you and you allow it you will be disqualified.  Also, no masturbating on the stage.  You may touch your tits and put your hand on your pussy but no penetration and no rubbing your clit.  Any questions?  A silent pause.  Good luck.  Then he left.

 

There was a moment of confusion when the girls decided what order they would go in.  Ellen wound up last.  She was kind of glad because it gave her more time but then she wondered if she would get more nervous.  She was watching through the open curtain to the stage.  The first girl was dark, Mediterranean looking and voluptuous without being over weight.  The boys responded well to her and cheered when she took off her bra exposing her large plump breasts.  She was awkward though.  Not really a good dancer. And she left a lot of tips in the audience when she finished.  She didn’t seem to have the ability to move around quickly and pick up the money. 

 

Soon it was the second girl’s chance and she was so nervous that she was shaking.  She stayed positioned at the back side of the stage up against the full wall mirror that covered the back of the stage.  She was wearing a blouse that buttoned down the front and she would slowly open each button and dancing in between.  She was ignoring the guys sitting at the rail who were holding dollars for her.  By the end of the first song she had opened all of the buttons of her blouse and had flashed a few times but had taken nothing off. 

 

As the second song began the crowd began to encourage her.  A chorus of ‘take it off’ started softly and grew in volume and intensity.  For some reason Ellen found this very exciting.  That all of these guys men and boys wanted to see a naked woman.  But the girl on stage continued to tease.  She opened her blouse and held her bra covered breasts in her hands.  She swayed to the music.  The chant continued and as she opened the belt to her jeans and undid the top button, it seemed like everyone in the place was chanting.  Take it off.  Suddenly Ellen realized that the girl looked terrified and as the chanting continued it seemed to make her feel more scared.  She stopped and just stood there for a moment with her blouse open and the top of her jeans undone. 

 

A moan came from the audience and the chant began again but more insistently.  The girl suddenly broke into tears and ran off the stage almost falling down the stairs into the dressing room.  She slumped into one of the couches and sobbed.  Ellen went over put her arms around her comforting her.  “I just can’t do it,” she said.  Outside the dressing room you could hear another chant rising.  “We want tits.  We want tits.”  The DJ tried to calm them down and announced that the next girl was ready, “so let’s welcome “L” to the stage.  It was Ellen’s turn and there was no turning back.

 

She marched out on to the stage in a deliberate strut.  The chant gave way to an overwhelming cheer.  She strutted around the perimeter of the stage looking down at each of the guys seated at the edge of the stage.  She loved the cheers and the response the boys were giving her.  She moved to the center and swayed her hips deliberately with the music, pounding them to each side.  More cheers and she could see the money being raised up for her.  She marched over to one end of the semicircle where a young man about 22 had a dollar raised in her direction.  She turned around right in front of him and bent over so he could clearly see her black panties from behind. Then turning back toward him she reached out taking his money and dipping her breasts in close to him.

 

She started moving down the line, squatting in front of one man, opening her legs to the next, letting one put his dollar into her garter while she stared down at him, his eyes fixated on her panties.  When she got to the middle she turned her back to the audience and began to remove her tube top.  A few whistles went up and she changed her mind.  She turned back to the audience and with her hands on her hips she bumped a few rhythms with her hips.  Afraid that they might have a repeat the crowd quickly went into chant mode: take it off.  Ellen crossed her arms in front of her, grabbing the bottom of her tank top and lifted it over her head in one swift movement.  A cheer went up.

 

Ellen realized she had them eating out of her hand.  That they liked what they saw.  It gave her a warm feeling all over and made her pussy run with her juices.  She looked over to Adam’s table and while looking from Adam to Zeke to Jimmy, she slipped her thumbs inside the elastic waistband and lowered her skirt to the floor.  Each was encouraging her and she could tell from the lustful look in their eyes that they were all hard.  That was exciting she thought. 

 

Now in her black panties, see though black bra and garter she moved to the opposite end of the circle and started to collect her tips.  She primarily just put her leg out and let the guys put the dollar into her garter.  Moving down the line from guy to guy each seemed to be willing to contribute.  As she stood over them she would look lustfully into each boy’s eyes and touch herself somewhere for them.  Sometimes she would hold her breast in one hand.  Sometimes she would run her finger over her nipple.  Sometimes she would run her hand all around her hip and across her belly.  And sometimes she would place her hand over her black panties and run it slowly up while she looked deeply into their eyes.  The boys were touching her leg and many were caressing it a little.   She liked their touches and once she deliberately moved the garter higher up on her leg from a position of mid thigh to a position much closer to her panties.

 

She could feel the crowd getting closer.  Men came up behind those sitting at the stage and offered their dollars in between those who were seated.  Ellen was beginning to get very turned on.  Her insecurities about how she would do had melted away even as her dancing gave way to some sort of sexual movement around the edge of the stage.  Her legs were even shaking a bit.  She stepped back from the edge for a minute and removed her high heels.  Her legs were still shaking and she knew it was from being excited.  Could there be anything hotter than to be surrounded by a bunch of men who all desired her.  She knew she would be naked in front of all of them soon and she thought she almost couldn’t wait to have an orgasm.

 

The song ended.  She was amazed how long a song it was.  But that was her cue to disappear back behind the curtain to remove her bra. The girl from before was still there and seemed to be calm.  “How are you doing?”  “Oh I’m fine now.  Boy you sure have them eating out of your hand.  You are making me hot watching you.”

 

Her bra was off now and the next song had started.  The crowd was chanting, “We want ‘L’.”  She came back onto stage with her naked breasts held and covered by her hands.  She slowly walked around the edge of the stage looking at all the men who had gathered there. You could almost see their tongues hanging out.  She went to her favorite young man.  He was handsome and seemed completely in lust with her.  She knelt in front of him and took her hands off of her breasts reaching for his hand.  She held his hand for a moment in a very tender way and she removed the dollar between his fingers.  Then she quickly put the bill under her garter and returned her hands to her breasts.  She looked around for next most popular man and repeated this action a few times.

 

Then she returned to the middle of the stage, let her breasts hang free for everyone to see and danced.  Then stopped dancing and rubbed her hands up along her sides continuing until she reached her breasts.  She lifted each of her tiny breasts and brought her hands across her nipples.  Her nipples which were set in small reddish brown areolas were tight and taut.  That they were hard could be seen by people at the far end of the bar.  Her tits weren’t much but when her nipples got hard boy did they stand out.  And the guys loved them. They cheered and whistled as she touched them.  It felt good to Ellen to touch them and so she stood there for a few minutes looking into the audience and touching her naked nipples while they whooped and hollered at her. 

 

She saw Adam and he was smiling and hooting with everyone else.  She turned her back on the audience and slipped her panties down revealing her tiny g string.  Off course there wasn’t much to reveal of the g string from the back and her cute little ass was now fully exposed.  She moved closer to the mirror a bit and leaned into it bending her ass toward the audience.  Steadying herself with one hand on the mirror she took the other hand and traced a line from her ass to her clit.  Only a few could see her finger touch her clit in the mirror but she did it mostly for herself anyway.  A couple of traces, then back to collecting money.

 

She realized that there was too much money to collect.  Too many men holding too many dollars.  Almost all the spaces between the seated men were now filled with other guys from the table trying to get her attention.  She spotted Zeke.  How could you miss his enormous frame towering over a young man seated in front of him?  Ellen walked over to where he was took his dollar and thrusting her hips at him with her legs slightly apart, she traced her finger along the front of her g string.  She looked at him but he was only looking wide eyed at her fingertip as it spread her swollen lips under the cover of her tiny cloth patch.

 

People where trying to get her attention and she spotted one man holding up a $10 bill.  She quickly left Zeke to his imaginings and walked quite deliberately over to the seated man with the big bill.  First she rubbed her breasts and her nipples.  She took the bill from him and then sat down on the floor in front of him and spread her legs before him.  She took her g string in her hand and moved it aside to show him her clean shaven pussy.  He liked that so much he actually threw another ten dollars at her!

 

Ellen decided that she would simply operate from the floor for a while.  By rolling over she could move herself a few seats over and she started to work the collection this way.  She would spread her legs and let the boy reach up under her garter while she squeezed and played with her naked nipples.  Some of the boys were getting a bit daring in their touches but with the extra crowd around and her lying on the stage, she was sure the manager or the DJ couldn’t see what was going on.

 

The song ended and she stood up again.  It was time to remove her g string.  Her garter belt was packed with singles and so she emptied that out as well.  As she moved to the middle of the stage, she noticed the other girl was watching her intently from the open curtain to the dressing room.  She moved over to her, “Do you want to take this off for me,” Ellen asked her.  “Yes,” she replied breathlessly.  “Then come out here and do it.”  When she came onto the stage there was a smattering of boos and hisses.  But Ellen whispered something in her ear and then stood forward facing the audience.  The girl got in behind her bent down so her face was near Ellen’s ass.  For a moment it looked like she was hiding behind Ellen.  Then her hands reached around in front and from Ellen’s hips began rolling the g string off of her. 

 

The crowd went wild. They loved the idea.  And Ellen just defiantly stood and looked at her audience.  Lots of talking back and forth between them.  The girl was slowly pulling the g string off.  (It was a bit moist after all.  Soaking would be more accurate.)  The crowd cheered again as Ellen stepped out of it.  The girl behind her stood up and Ellen turned to her, thanked her and then surprised everyone by kissing her fully on the lip.  The crowd erupted again. My god, thought Ellen, I am so excited.  She turned around again as the girl left the stage.  It seemed as though every man in the place was trying to get at the stage.  She calmly looked them over gazing from one end to the other while she stood there stark naked in front of them.  Inside her heart was pounding and her knees were weak.

 

She looked over to her rich man and sure enough he was holding another ten.  That’s where I will start. She walked over to him wearing only her garter belt and put her hand on her pussy.  She slowly ran her hand up over her pussy.  She could feel how smooth it was from its afternoon shaving.  She stood right in front of him and with both hands she separated her pussy lips for him.  He dropped the ten at her feet and put another new one in his hand.  Ellen moved her fingertips up and down moving the skin around her clit without actually touching it.  She wondered if he knew how good it felt to her.  He dropped the second ten and pulled out another one. 

 

She knelt in front of him, and then sat back on her legs.  The crowd hid her from the staring eyes of the manager.  She took her garter belt and opened it for the man’s ten dollar bill and in doing so deliberately rode the garter up even higher.  It was now as high as it could go, the band right up against her crotch.  She had one section lifted as if telling him to slip it in under there.  Then she moved the opening.  She moved it from the top of her leg to the inside of her leg.  His hand took the ten and placed it under the band of her garter.  His fingers grazed her lips and lightly touched her clit.  She continued to show him some patience opening her legs just a little more for him and he slowly pushed his finger down her slit and into her wet hole.  There were only a small group of people who could see what he did because of the angle but they screamed in excitement and Ellen realized she might be getting into trouble.

 

She rose up, adjusted her garter to the original mid thigh position and while she was picking up her money, Mr. Rich dropped a grateful twenty, smiled at her and smelt his finger.  She again started moving around the rim collecting all the money before the music ran out.  She just placed her leg in between the boys and she had many hands putting the money into her garter.  While she did this she continued to look at the donors as she held her breast, played with her nipple or placed her hand on her pussy.  She was so wet, she almost thought of just giving in to the temptation to let the boys have their fun with her body but she could see now that the manager was straining himself to see what was happening.  All the hoopla had made him suspicious that Ellen was giving out more than she should.

 

So she kept moving from one group of hands to the next, touching herself as she went.  It was easy for her to look lustful because she had a desire like she had never felt before.  She was dizzy with the odor of lustful men wanting her.  And she was thrilled that they wanted her.  It was a high for her.  Very good for her ego.  At the same time she wanted to be used.  Her mind was wondering when she could orgasm as her hand went to her pussy again and she looked into the eyes of an older man who gave her a twenty.  She let him slip it into her garter just as the last song ended. Quickly Ellen picked up her clothes and money and left the stage after a quick bow. 

 

The crowd was still cheering when she entered the dressing room.  The girl had been watching her from the steps and backed up as Ellen came in.  She put an arm around Ellen and kissed her neck.  “Sit with me,” she whispered to Ellen.  Ellen saw that there were two other regular girls in the dressing room sitting at makeup tables.  She followed the other girl to a couch where the girl sat down and instructed Ellen to sit on her lap.  When she did the girl kissed her and put her fingers in between her legs.  Ellen thought what the hell, even though she had never been with a woman before and she spread her legs, reached down and started playing with her clit.  As she did this the other girl put her slid her fingers inside of Ellen’s soaking pussy and found her g spot.  She attacked it with two fingers while Ellen played with her own clit.

 

The two regular girls looked on through their mirrors well aware of what was going on.  “Amateurs!” one said huffily to the other.  Ellen didn’t care.  She was kissing this strange girl and rubbing her clit and feeling her fingers inside of her and coming.  And coming.  An explosive orgasm that was interrupted by the manager entering the dressing room.  Following him was the first Mediterranean girl.  He stopped a bit startled at what he saw and as soon as he understood what was happening he just watch as the girls finished.  When Ellen looked at him he had a big shit eating grin on his face.  “Liked that, did you?  Maybe you’d like to work here.  You can get off every night with one of the girls if you like.”

 

He turned to the girl under Ellen.  “Last chance deary, do you want to give it another try?”  She shook her head no looking down.  “Well then let’s all get dressed – that means you ‘L’ and we’ll go onstage to announce the winner.  That would also be you “L”.  You get to do one more set and after that you get your prize money.  Although you look like you did OK on your tips.  Perhaps we should deduct your tips,” he joked.  “I will let you girls circulate for a while with the customers.  If they want you to do a lap dance you take them to the V.I.P. Section along the wall. The cost is $20 a dance for one song and you split that with me.  So if I see you in the V.I.P area I expect $10 from you for every song you are there.  Same touching rules apply. They can touch you below the garter belt but no where else. You, of course, can touch them but no hands on their cocks.  Any questions?”

 

Ellen would collect her prize money that night after Adam let her do a series of lap dances for Mr. Rich and a couple of other customers and after she fulfilled her obligation of another set later in the evening.  All in all she came home with over $700 that night and enjoyed three of the best orgasms of her life but we’ll leave the tale of the other two for another time.

 

Part 3, A Very Private Dance, can be found HERE. (Don’t forget to comment.)

 

This is the second part of a 2 part story.  The first part can be found here:

http://weblog.xanga.com/RushmoreJ/644265002/ally-part-1.html

 

The next morning they were on the road.  They chatted for hours and had some hours of just quiet companionship.  Her mind wandered during these silences and she kept thinking about the night before.  The view she had of her dad’s hardon and his masturbating and the way the girls warmed up to him.  He seemed in such a good mood this morning but she thought he must be frustrated sexually.  Nasty thoughts were entering her mind.

 

After 10 hours in the car, they found their motel where they had a reservation.  Apparently the motel thought that the reservation was for a husband and wife and instead of reserving a room with two beds, they reserved a room with a large king size bed.  Since it was all they had, they decided to make the best of it.  The bed was certainly large enough to share and Ally actually found herself excited by the idea of sharing a bed with him.

 

They were both tired, in part from staying up so late last night and decided after a quick dinner in the motel to go back to their room and get some rest.  Once in their room, Ally settled in to take a bath and asked her dad if he needed to use the bathroom first.  While he was in there, she took off her clothes and wrapped a towel around her.  When she sat down the towel ended at the very top of her legs.  She was putting her hair up when her dad returned.  They engaged in small talk but she noticed that he was glancing over her whole body while they talked.  She got up, went into the bathroom and bent over to test the water.  It was a little hot, so she adjusted the water slightly and returned to the bedroom.  When she stood up straight the size of her breasts opened the slit slightly, which was located in the middle of her front.  She exposed a slight bit of the flesh of her right side through the slit when she walked into the room. 

 

Soon the bath was ready and she closed the bathroom door but left it slightly ajar (so the steam of the hot bath could escape?).  As she lay in the tub her back was to the door.  Around the faucets, however, was a silver plate that acted like a mirror and gave her a view of the bedroom.  She could see her dad peeking through the doorway and decided to tease him.  She laid back and spread out her legs with her knees up.  She slowly waved her hand in the water causing a stream to move up in between her legs.  She liked the feeling of water pulsing through her slit and often used the bath as a prelude to masturbating.  Sometimes she would reach fulfillment in the tub; often she would have to finish in bed.  But she started now and didn’t know when she would finish.  She could see her dad’s movement in the now dim room reflected in the faucet shield.  He kept peeking in at her. 

 

She continued to pulse the water between her legs but also took time to wash her breasts and each leg.  She was very conscious of how if looked to her peeping dad.  She decided to wash her pussy by sticking her hips up and out of the water and ran the soap all over until it was good and soapy.  She lathered the suds for much longer than was necessary to get her clean but she was enjoying it.  Soon she rinsed and drained the tub.  It took her another 10 minutes to dry off and return to the bedroom.  She managed to wrap the towel a little higher than before.  As she moved around the room and bent over slightly for putting things back in the draws, the round bottom of her ass would show.

 

Her dad was lying in bed in his pajamas watching TV.  She decided to wear a tshirt and panties to bed and she dropped the towel in front of her dad with full frontal nudity.  With little delay she turned her back bent over and got her panties out of the dresser.  They were white cotton panties but rather clingy and cute.  She put on an extra large tshirt and crawled in to the other side of the bed. 

 

Her dad was so excited from watching her in the tub – lusting after her body – that he deliberately was sitting with his knees up in the bed and when she got in he lay on his side to hide his erection.  It would be a difficult night he thought, not being able to masturbate when his daughter was in the same bed with him.  And yet he imagined lying with her all night possibly touching her in his sleep and waking up with his arm around her as a kind of sweet torture.  He couldn’t sleep but he turned off the TV and the light and said a polite good night.  He thought giving her a light kiss goodnight would be too dangerous.

 

She tossed and turned a few times eventually lying on her back.  Her arms were by her side and had plenty of room to move about.  She wanted to touch her father, just to make some sort of contact.  He didn’t seem at all flirtatious like he was last night with her friends and she was afraid now is she came on to him that he would get mad or think terribly of her.  She had her hopes raised when she saw him peeking at her but now he seemed just interested in going to bed and not admitting his curiosity.

 

Ten minutes went by during which she could help but press her hand on the triangle of her public area, two fingers slightly separating her lips, and her long finger poking at her opening.  But mostly she just held her hand and her fingers in one place and pressed as though to hold in the burning in her pussy.  Since she didn’t come while she was in the tub she was very horny.  She gave a couple of tired stretches and moved her right hand toward him.  He was lying on his side facing away from her and her hand drifted toward his bottom.  With one last stretch as though she were asleep she left her hand laying against his ass.  He felt it and thought she must be asleep.  He was thinking he should do the same but he couldn’t stop thinking about her beautiful body, her warm hand and his engorged cock.

 

She felt his slight shifting which caused her hand to rest slightly differently each time he did it.  Hmmmm, she thought, I wonder if that is deliberate.  So she tossed and turned and rolled her whole body over close to him.  On her side, too, she cupped him but at a distance of about a foot.  She had her hands folded into her chest and the fingertips of one just touched his upper back.  She had moved well into the middle of the bed but he still had plenty of room.  After a few minutes went by she casually put one arm around him.  He didn’t move.  A few minutes later and she was cuddling him spooned in against his rounded back.  He could feel her breasts pressing against his back.  He assumed she was asleep as her warm breath on the back of his neck seemed so relaxed.

 

When she cuddled she gave him gentle hugs and let her hair graze his neck and she breathed gently on his neck.  After 15 minutes or so she rolled over away from him.  His is the next move she thought.  He was in a half sleep.  He had found her cuddling so comfortable.  It felt so right.  He rolled over onto his back.  His hard on had slightly lessened and was lying on his stomach.  Suddenly he felt his daughter stir and her hand moved across his stomach only inches from the top of his cock.  It started to grow to its full length involuntarily and its head poked against the side of her resting hand.  Her hand in a very natural moved over the top of it and slowly drew down its length.  Oh my god he thought, she must not know what she is doing.

 

She moved closer and cuddled against him with her breasts tucked in around his chest.  A shock ran through him as her legs wrapped around his.  She kissed him on the shoulder.  “I want to put your cock in my mouth,” she said and rubbed up and down the length of it with her hand.  He said nothing and she began kissing his chest and his stomach with soft deliberate passionate kisses.  He still didn’t move except to put one of his hands around her shoulders.  Soon she had worked her way down to his cock, easily pushed his pajamas down and kissed his shaft for awhile before enveloping it with her mouth.  Her hand wrapped around it tightly now as hand and mouth worked together to bring him to his full length.  Her hair fell against the flesh where his legs met his waist.  It felt so exciting but he kept reminding himself that this was his daughter and he shouldn’t be doing this.  Not with his little baby.

 

But she continued with an animal like quality that he couldn’t resist.  She made love to him while he didn’t actively participate.  She shifted around him moving all over his body.  Taking off his pants, kissing his legs, letting her flowing hair scrape along her fathers legs.  She lifted his top and kissed his chest rubbing her wet pussy along his bare naked leg.  She sucked on his nipples and placed her cotton panties right on his stretching cock.  They kissed, full on the lips and he gave in to his desire to hold her and he enveloped her body with his arms.  It was a passionate kiss followed by many quick kisses around each other’s face.

 

He looked into the face of his daughter and realized the love he had for her.  How dearly he thought of her.  What affection and warmth he felt for her.  And her body against his was so exciting.  Young, smooth, tight skin encapsulating in her firm curves.  Her breasts were so firm and her nipples were hard – little hard pebbles pointing through her tshirt.  He gave in completely to his desires and wanted to show her how good he was in bed.  He rolled over on top of her and lifted her tshirt over her head.  He kissed her neck and cupped her breasts while he licked on her beautiful hard nipples.  He licked on them and blew air across the wet nubs and repeated it.  He found his way to the junction of her legs, trailing kisses down along her stomach.  He hungrily lapped at the lips to her secret place listening eagerly to her increasing moans.  She was a moaner like her mother except less inhibited in their private room miles from anyone they knew.

 

He lapped and licked and sucked using her moaning as a guide to her satisfaction.  With a slow sucking technique on the head of her clit, she came and his fingers which were inside her could feel her ejaculating.  He stayed with her erratic rhythm using kisses licks and sucks until she was fully spent.  Or at least so he thought.  She pulled him energetically up and on top of her and begged him to fuck her.  He found the phrase so exciting.  “Please fuck me daddy.  Fuck me now.”

 

He positioned his cock inside of her and gave way to his own desire to pump her tight vaginal tunnel.  Moving in and out felt so good.  He started with a fast pace and went even faster responding to the complementary hip movements of his daughter.  She was an animal, he thought again.  But great fun in bed.  He pulled out just as he came and pressed his cock in between their stomachs squirting in short hard thrusts.  She hugged him close and felt his squirting.  She felt good about what she had done in spite of the taboos.  She loved her daddy and giving him satisfaction pleased her.  Seeing him so happy and affectionate and loving pleased her too.  It was going to be an interesting vacation, she thought.

“OK, let’s go inside and see how the lighting is in there.  Just pick up your clothes.  You don’t need to put them on.”  Jude really wasn’t that interested in taking any more pictures but he did want to get her nude in his room.  And so they went into the house and she followed him to his room.  After a few minutes of fussing with curtains and light and taking a couple of pictures, Jude put the camera down. 

 

“That was very hot, baby.” he said, “You have me all excited.” 

 

“So,” she said, “what do you want to do about it?” 

 

“Well I thought maybe I could touch your pussy.  You promised, remember.”

 

“I said, ‘we’ll see’ but I guess it’s okay if you want to.”  So Jude moved closer to her naked body on the bed, positioning himself next to her but with his head near her waist.  She opened her legs.  He placed his hand on her leg near her knee and slowly moved it up toward her waiting moist area.  He enjoyed the touch of her smooth silky flawless skin and his hand flowed along it gently and effortlessly.  He moved past her most sensitive areas without touching them immediately and began a slow circle closing in around her slit with each stroke. 

 

“This is so much easier when you are naked.”  She was too enraptured with the movement of his hand to say anything.  His hand moved across her mound and slid down in between her legs.  “Yes you seem to be a bit wet.”  His finger found her slit and starting at the bottom it worked its way up along the smooth hairless crevice, opening it up as he went.  The next stroke was deeper as he was looking for her opening.  He wasn’t exactly sure where it was since this was a new experience for him.  While they had engaged in plenty of rubbing before, she had never laid herself so open and bare before him.  A moment of panic swept over him.  This ought to be easy but so far all I have felt is this ridge.  I have no idea where her pussy opening actually is. 

 

He went deeper and down in the tight area between the legs he thought he might have found it.  It was wetter here.  Could it just be sweat?  There was supposed to be a hole large enough to fit his cock.  It should be easy to find.  Panic and then she moaned.  It was a familiar moan and he decided to just play around here for awhile.  As he did, he found an area that was wet and bumpy.  It was definitely an opening but was it the right one.  As he rubbed his fingers over the bumps, she moaned again and opened her legs farther.  Encouraged he pushed deeper and thought he definitely had the opening.  It just wrapped around his finger which made him think it was a bit small but she seemed to really like it when he moved his finger around in a circle, his finger just deep enough to cover his first knuckle.

 

Moving in a circle and going deeper, he slowly moved his entire finger inside of her.  Pleased and certain that he had found the right hole he moved his finger in and out like he was fucking her.  She really liked this and she stretched and wiggled on the bed.  Her voice was making sounds he had not heard before.  He moved a second finger into her and went back and forth with both.  He found it amazing how easily it went in and how quickly her vagina adjusted.  It was still tight but he could tell it could easily adjust to a larger member.

 

“Can I smell it?” he asked.  “Okay.”   And before she realized what he was doing he leaned forward and put his head right on her pussy.  He sifted his body and moved right in between her legs.  She grabbed his head with her two hands.  She thought it was icky that someone would put their face in that part of her body.  It was her bathroom part and when his whole head was in there it just didn’t seem right.  But she could feel his nose touching her clit and his breath on her like that was exciting.  She only half pushed his head not really sure she wanted to move it.  He said something she couldn’t hear and the next thing she knew she could feel his tongue down there.  She pushed.

 

“What are you doing?’

“Tasting you.  I like it.  Do you mind?”

“I’m not sure,” she hesitated.  He took advantage of this indecision to move his head back.  He got no resistance from her this time and he lapped her slit with his tongue.  “Ohhh,” she moaned and he knew he had her.  He licked her up and down the length of her slit, getting deeper with his penetration as he went.  She could only stand about 4 alps before she began crying and screaming and having her first orgasm with him.  He wasn’t sure if he had hurt her although he didn’t think so.  Her rhythmic squeals filled the house.  Her legs squeezed and opened against his head and her hands ferociously grabbed his head. 

 

When she stopped and let him go, he immediately asked if she was okay.  He was a little scared by her screaming and ferocity.  She smiled at him and moved his head up to hers kissing him and hugging him.  As she hugged him it seemed strange that he still was fully dressed and she had been naked for a quite a while now but she was enjoying the afterglow of a great orgasm.  The first she had ever had with a boy.  It made her feel like a woman.  “What would you like me to do to you?” she asked him.

 

“Can I go inside of you?”  “No,” was her quick answer.  “But I will let you give me a tit fuck.  Would you like that?”  No sooner had he answered yes than he was ripping his clothes off.  Within seconds it seemed that he was naked and straddling her chest.  He placed his large swollen member in the cleft between her breasts.  He started moving up and down and was uncomfortably close to her chin, but she was feeling generous toward him right now and didn’t say anything when his tip struck her chin.  She turned slightly so that he would hit the softer place nearer her cheek.  She looked at him, deep into his eyes, like she did when she posed.  “Do you like my breasts?”  And he shot right across her face landing near her ear and into her hair.  (Yukk, she thought to herself) He did it again and again and when she thought he was finally done he did it again. 

 

He rolled over next to her, exhausted and spent.  She moved an out of place curl back across his forehead to join the rest of his messy locks, got up and went to the bathroom to clean up.  She was a mess and when she returned cleaned up as best she could, she found him asleep at 5:00 in the afternoon!  She got dressed, kissed him goodbye and headed home to shower before her parents came home.  Overall she was pretty pleased with her afternoon and couldn’t wait until Jude showed her their pictures.