Louisa has a full-length mirror in her bedroom. She stands in front of it most days to admire her body, stroking herself sensuously, running her fingers through the soft hairy curls between her legs before slipping them between the thighs to fondle her hidden, soft wrinkled folds of warm flesh. She uses an expensive, perfumed body lotion to massage into the whole genital area, making sure the skin is soft and supple.
Of course, the erotic action stimulates her. She adores her whole vulva – to feel the juices seeping from the pink orifice on to her fingers. When sufficiently aroused, she takes up a large hand mirror, lies on a towel spread on her bed, props herself up against the pillows, hinges her thighs wide apart, and examines her precious shrine with absorbed interest.
With delicate fingers, Louisa slowly and carefully separates the dark swollen labia, to reveal the buds of pink flesh, shielding the opening to her most treasured possession. She’s for ever entranced by the wonderful structure of her vulva. It’s strange beauty. Its folds and hidden crevices, encircled by a light covering of silky hair. The small sensitive protuberance of her clitoris concealed beneath its prominent hood, itself covered by a thicker tuft of pubic hair.
With further stimulation, the vagina releases more of the thick juices – her sweet private honey – oozing from between the buds. They begin to pulsate, then, as excitement grows, to dilate, revealing the puckered flesh of the hungry mouth of her vagina, now awash with her honey. She causes the muscles in her vagina to tense and flex. As Louisa fondles herself lovingly, the agitation in her belly bubbles and intensifies. The vagina opens out even further, its lower muscles flexing, beckoning for penetration. She obliges by slipping two fingers inside.
Louisa is always fascinated by the reaction of her vagina. She never tires of studying it with self-admiration, causing deep, intense stirrings from the very depths of her loins. Her fingers probe her mystery – that part of her most sought after by men. What wouldn’t they give, she muses, to be the first to explore its mysterious folds and penetrate its passage with that handsome stiff shaft especially crafted by nature for that specific purpose. Examining her collection of photographs of cocks of all shapes and sizes was one of her private joys.
As she dreams of cock, her breathing starts to become shallow. The tremblings intensify, spreading through her whole body. The loins jerk. Muscles tense and anxious nerves scream for release. She moans. Wet fingers rapidly circle her itching clitoris with desperation, electrifying its sensitivity. She is panting hard, moaning and grunting. Her eyes are misty. She screws them tight with increasing anguish The mirror falls from her hand. Her head is thrown back. She cries out in anguish, her legs shaking wildly, her knees weak, her whole body starting to thrash out of control. It is almost unbearable. She is screaming in frustration.
Then it comes. With a cry of triumph, a great exploding orgasm ejects her into a blaze of a million stars. Screaming in blissful agony, the sheer miracle of her eager orgasm overwhelms her, when everything is sacrificed for that one moment of supreme rapture, no sooner enjoyed than yearned for again.
As her body thrashes uncontrollably, her ejaculation floods from her vagina, soaking the towel. She collapses panting, cradling the wonderful vulva in her palm, wet and hot from its breathtaking exertions.
Louisa couldn’t remember when her interest in being an exhibitionist started. Perhaps it went back to when she realised that men frequently stared at her nipples pushing against her T-shirt, or tried to steal glances down her blouse to get a glimpse of her breasts. Some of them went to considerable furtive lengths to find an excuse for standing behind her and manipulate their position to look over her shoulder and into her top, which was usually left fairly open.
Or perhaps when she realised that man’s role in life was to penetrate her secret joy – her hidden treasure. A glance at her furry mound was what many men aspired to. She would enjoy teasing them – showing the beauty of her sex. The curious thing was that she was not anxious to have a cock penetrate her. Nothing could eclipse the sheer joy of her orgasms through masturbation.
There is no need for Louisa to wear a bra, which adds to her attraction for the male sex. It’s not that her breasts are extraordinary in any way that she could tell – they are modestly sized – but firm, requiring no support. Positioned slightly to the side, they are topped with normal, one-inch diameter nipples facing upwards, so that the casual observer can study and admire the evenly spaced pimples round the coral-coloured areola. When aroused, they inflate considerably and become extra sensitive.
The knowledge that the sight of her body causes men to show an interest, gave Louisa a sense of control – she could control them, and she loved it. So, she began to flaunt herself as if by accident to the hungry eyes of fellow students, giving them glimpses of her nipples. It was later that she became aware of the effect her display had on men’s private part. Bulges in trousers became more pronounced, which made her curious about what was hidden in here. But that was a long time ago! She would soon learn.
It was a college friend who suggested that she should take up modelling in the nude at the art department. ‘They are always looking for models – and they pay!’ she was told. Being in the media studies department, such openings came along from time to time.
The thought of displaying her body openly to others attracted her – and to get paid for it! After overcoming her natural shyness, she did just that and found herself in front of eight serious-looking people of both sexes and varying ages, studying her from behind their easels. Louisa was asked to sit on a dais at one end of the room, resting on her haunches, with one knee bent upwards and outwards. Her furry plump vulva was clearly visible, its dark wrinkled labia protruding from the hairy gash. It was strangely thrilling. Her nipples stiffened.
During her third sitting, she noticed the trousers of one young man, with blonde hair. He was sitting at the end of the semicircle of artists with his easel at an angle, his body facing her. She was sure he had an erection. It was like a tent pole in his trousers. The thought sent a thrill of lust through her loins, which responded with oozing a small tickle of its honey onto the labia. She saw his eyes linger on her vulva. Then, her eyes met his for a moment. They communicated. He coloured slightly and turned to his easel, but furtively he placed a hand on the stiffness in his crotch.
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from it. Concealed from the other students by his easel, he fumbled in his lap until, to her complete surprise and astonishment, Louisa saw the stiff object jutting out of his trousers. He didn’t look at her. He merely stroked the perpendicular shaft lightly up and down a few times before returning it to the confines of his underwear. She was mesmerised. He too was an exhibitionist
The following two weeks, the same young man, sitting in the same place, repeated his private exhibition, though each time it lasted rather longer and was accompanied by a smile. He showed off the erect cock in various poses for Louisa, who pretended not to stare, but whose eyes were furtively glued to its majesty. Her fingers were dying to play with her vulva, dabble in her juices, but she maintained an outward composure, as the other artists scribbled away on their canvasses, unaware of the inner turmoil bubbling in Louisa’s loins.
But at the end of each session, the young man quickly packed up his equipment and left without even looking at her!
During her last sitting, the artist threw caution to the winds, playing with his cock quite openly, though others in the studio were oblivious to his exhibition. He started to masturbate with thumb and first finger, looking across at her. She was enthralled! Then he grasped the cock in his whole hand, jerking up and down. To her utter disbelief, the cock ejaculated into the cloth he was holding in his other hand. It was not a powerful ejection, but several spouts of sperm splashed into the cloth he was holding. Louisa’s memory of that sublime moment of erupting cock served to give her a satisfactory orgasm that evening, lying on her bed, mirror in hand.
After the last sitting, one of the students approached her with an offer of modelling in the nude for a camera club. An hour each week in a fully equipped studio for a much more substantial fee than she was getting from the Art Club. Why not? she thought. Her plan was to move to London to find work as a continuity person in a TV studio, so the extra cash would be a great help, after all.
But glamour modelling soon turned to soft porn modelling, and cameras developed into video cameras. Her fee increased with the intimacy of the shots until she was videoed masturbating, with close ups of her sex juices seeping from the puckered pink opening as she whimpered with rising excitement. In those moments of supreme ecstasy, Louisa forgot the men and their videos. The cameras recorded the flexing vaginal muscles and, finally, with a loud moan from Louisa, her gushing vagina. The members were excited and delighted by her.
For Louisa, the thought of millions of men across the world ogling her convulsing vulva as she ejaculated gave her a tremendous kick. Watching her masturbate turned the camera men on like crazy. All were fully erect by the time Louisa ejaculated! Three of them had their cocks sticking out of their flies, one of them quietly masturbating, which added to her stimulation. Whilst recovering from her orgasm, Louisa rested on the sofa, watching with curiosity as the men returned their equipment.
Things progressed from that point to the occasion when, following the usual session, Jack, the owner of the studio, suggested to her that she might jerk off one the men, recording the sight of them spraying their offering over her breasts. For an additional fee of course. Robert immediately volunteered, opening the flies of his trousers to pull out his already stiff cock. Louisa was not all that familiar with the male organ in the flesh at close quarters, but had a yearning to get familiar with it.
After some moments of uncertainty, during which Louisa studied the pale stiff cock, she decided that the monster in front of her was in need of relief. It was the first close up of a cock for her. The fascinating shaft was throbbing with excitement and swaying before her eyes. She was the one to give it the relief it clearly begged. So, she agreed. The extra money would be useful!
The cock continued to twitch in front of her eyes. It seemed to be pleading with her to take hold of it. The shape interested her. It was quite long, with a pronounced downwards bend, but with an upward lift at the delivery end. Almost a letter S! She could not resist touching the shaft with the pads of her fingers, stroking along the length in an exploit of discovery. Then, Louisa coiled her thumb and first finger round it, stroking lightly, up and down, studying its reaction.
As Robert’s buttocks began to twitch and flex, Louisa took a firmer grasp on the cock, jerking it firmly, studying the foreskin as it closed, then retracted. She cupped the testicles in the palm of her other hand, gently squeezing. The knob end was glistening with a pearl of liquid, the slit dilating. Grunts from Robert, and muscular spasms in his loins, warned her of the growing tumult bubbling up inside.
She jerked faster. When the ejaculation eventually came, with a cry and a huge thrust of the loins, it didn’t spit at her. It spilled over from the end of his cock, dribbling its copious contents over Louisa’s fist with each contraction. As each gush emerged from the dilated slit, Robert howled like a dog, and Louisa joyfully ran her fingers over the end, smearing the starchy sperm all over the shaft with both hands as it emergesd, watching the discharge with curiosity and fascination. The fifth one did spurt, but the last two oozed.
So absorbed had she been in the scrutiny of Roberts ejaculation, that Louisa had not noticed three other stiff cocks pointing at her face. The movement at the sided of her drew her attention to Jake, trousers round his ankles, furiously tossing off his considerable cock. Her eyes opened wide as it stared at a large, swarthy-coloured shaft, rearing up from a forest of black hair. Perfectly straight and thick, with pronounced veins scattered under the skin. The violet jerks told her that the cock was already in an advanced state of reaching its climax. She touched it cautiously with finger tips, the other hand gently cupping the large bouncing testicles, smothered in dark hair.
A loud agonised cry from Jake, accompanied by a massive jolt of the loins, announced the first discharge of his sperm. Louisa paused fractionally to study the ejaculation as the powerful jet struck her chin. As she jerked the cock again, it was followed immediately by a second spurt, which shot over her shoulder, leaving a trail of pearls on her skin. She milked the remaining five spasms as they splashed their contents over her chin and breasts, each accompanied by a loud grunt, with less intensity, until only a drop remained.
But there was no time for Louisa to study the swarthy cock, much as she would have liked. A hand placed on her head turned it round to face another stiff cock. Although not very long, it was sturdy, with a smallish helmet with a pronounced rim. It beckoned her! Louisa smiled as she took hold of it and began to jerk it hard and fast.
As she did so, the third cock came into her vision. A pale banana-shaped heavy shaft, offering itself to her. She grabbed at it with her other hand, watching closely as she jerked it in rhythm to her other hand. Louisa ‘s hungry eyes looked from one to the other as both hands pumped them both quickly, wondering which would explode first.
Loins and buttocks were flexing more and more urgently as the two men each reached for their orgasm, bubbling inside them, with grunts of effort and moans of frustration. In the end, it was the banana that first emptied its contents over Louisa’s wrist. As it trickled it’s fourth thick spasm, the other cock burst forth, showering her face with its watery discharge.
Behind her, two other guys were jerking their cocks. When they were ready to erupt, the guys aimed their cocks at her breasts, so that she had half a dozen ejaculations of varying gooeyness dribbling down her body. This, she thought, was getting a bit out of hand. None of the men had tried to feel her body, and certainly not penetrate her. But she thought that might be the inevitable outcome! One or two of the new members who had joined seemed rather menacing. It was they, she felt sure, who were persuading Jack to extend the pornographic content.
After cleaning herself up as best she could, Louisa decide to rub the drying sperm into her body until she got to her flat. There, as she showered, she would speculate at leisure on the wonderful variety of cocks, rejoicing in the fact that they are all different! Size, texture, shape, head, testicles – all varied to make each one an individual specimen. Had they all been the same, sex would be less interesting! Even their sperm varied. But she had made a lot of money and a few useful contacts.
So Louisa decided to make her way to London rather sooner than she had planned. Her Aunt Virginia had sussed out one or two suitable flats for her to look at. Meantime she would stay with her and Uncle Thomas until she could finalise arrangements. She would not tell them of her fetish, of course.
But Louisa was soon to learn that Virginia and Thomas were steeped in sex! Virginia rarely spoke of anything else, teasing Louisa about her boyfriends. All very harmless, Louisa thought, but gave Virginia some encouragement to believe that Louisa enjoyed a full sex life! And when Virginia admitted that she enjoyed showing off her figure in the park, Louisa thought it must run in the family.
The first time Johnnie was introduced to Louise was at one of Virginia’s free-for-all parties she arranged from time to time in a large apartment belonging to a member of the idle rich! It was the first time Johnnie had been to one of these evenings. After being warned by Virginia of their highly sexual nature, he thought the experience would be interesting, to say the least!
When Johnnie entered the beautifully furnished large room, there must have been around fifteen couples standing or lounging in the comfortable chairs and sofas, many of the guests were naked, whilst the less adventurous were wearing dressing gowns. A few remained in their summer clothes – slacks and open shirt. All had a glass in their hands, chatting happily with a relaxed confidence in each other. Big band dance music was playing softly in the background, the room lit by lamps, casting a warm glow over the furniture. One couple was dancing close together in the nude.
On his arrival, Johnnie had opted for a dressing gown. He was rather too shy to be parading around naked amongst strangers. He was told to go and introduce himself to the others. But as he entered the room he was spellbound by the display of naked flesh – both male and female. Breasts of all shapes and sizes, showing a wonderful variety of nipples. He felt a stirring in his loins at the sight of so much voluptuous female flesh displaying a wide range of colour and density of pubic hair.
The company were of varied age, size and shapes, but none appeared embarrassed. Perhaps they were all naturists. Johnnie knew that Virginia had an interest in naturism, though mainly because it gave her the chance to indulge her obsession with studying the male anatomy and showing off her own personal pride, which was her large breasts and their astounding nipples. Virginia was wearing a kimono and sandals. Nothing else as far as Johnnie could tell.
An attractive, naked plump lady of average height, with a large patch of auburn pubic hair approached him, smiling warmly, holding a gin and tonic in one hand. She was in her mid-thirties, he guessed. Her shoulder length hair had a burnished copper lustre. Her breasts swayed as she moved and he couldn’t help noticing between her thighs, the dangling, half-swollen labia hanging from her hairy vulva. They were quite something!
‘I’m Amelia,’ she said, her green eyes smiling at him. Almost challenging. ‘You must be the Johnnie Virginia raves about.’ Her voice was slightly slurred. ‘Hello! I hope we’ll be friends?”
‘Oh! Hello,’ he replied. ‘I hope we will. I must say that you’re very attractive!’ as an excuse for being unable to take his eyes from her unsullied creamy breasts, and their pale coral pink nipples, resting on her belly.
She laughed lightly. ‘You mean my body is! Go on, then, I can see you like them. Why don’t you have feel them.’
Needing no second bidding, Johnnie ran the palms of his hands over her soft, pliant breasts, lifting and weighing them, squeezing their sponginess in his fingers, and testing the chunky nipples. ‘Lovely,’ he murmured. Amelia purred! He couldn’t resist sliding one hand down her body to feel the copper curls and fondle those long fleshy labia. She gave a little squirm, parting her chubby thighs a little to give him room to toy with them.
‘So! Let’s see what you’re made of,’ and she opened the front of the gown to examine his semi-stiff cock, now nodding and swaying with its rapidly growing excitement. She cupped it lightly in the palm of her free hand as it filled with expectation. A gentle rubbing along the shaft brought it to a reasonable stiffness.
‘Hmm. Nice and smooth.’ She closed the gown. ‘I shall hope to take a closer look – and a more prolonged feel, later in the evening. It looks a good fit. A little early to test it out. Meantime, help yourself to a drink?’
Just then, Virginia brought in Louise. It was a stifling hot evening. Louise was wearing a sheer cotton wrap-over blouse, tucked into her waistband, and which had pockets concealing the nipples of her otherwise naked breasts. A flowered, light cotton wrap-around mini-skirt just about covered her bottom. It was very sexy.
Virginia brought Louise across to Johnnie and introduced him, as Amelia sidled away to join another group. Others merely glanced at the newcomer, showing no particular interest in her. She smiled warmly as she said hello to Johnnie.
Johnnie examined her tall, slender frame, with auburn hair, aquiline features and hazel eyes. She wasn’t particularly beautiful in the usual sense, but she held her head high and had an air of confidence and determination about her.
‘Johnnie will look after you darling. He won’t molest you unless you want him to. The party rules of engagement are simple, darling. If any lady says no, that’s what it means. If she says nothing, it means maybe, and the man is allowed to test the reactions between her legs by putting his prick against her fanny. Then, if after sampling the weapon, she decides that she doesn’t want it, she merely turns away.
‘If, however, she decides she’s happy to accept him, she just pushes herself backwards and slips onto his prick. And away they go! Have fun darlings! Oh, look! There’s Thomas offering himself to Jenny. I wonder what she’ll do?’
They turned to watch Jenny. She was holding the hem of her gown above her bottom, her eyes lit with anticipation and thought. Thomas was standing behind her. His gown was now open, his erection pressing between the cheeks of Jenny’s firm bottom. Her thighs were slightly parted to expose the hairy entrance to her vagina. Louise examined the stiff cock of her uncle Thomas with curiosity. It was slender, with a pointed head, quite pale in colour. It gently prodded at the drooping labia.
Jenny looked over her shoulder at Thomas, whose eyes were filled with lust. She smiled into his questioning eyes. Virginia moved away to talk to one of the men.
‘Not just yet, darling,’ Jenny said quietly, moving away, leaving Thomas standing, drink still in hand, with a disappointed cock. Louise managed to get a better look at the erect penis before he wrapped his gown around himself with his free hand. Not the answer to a maiden’s prayer, but any port in a storm, as they say.
Louise looked at Johnnie. ‘Gosh! I didn’t realise that Auntie’s free-for-all parties were sex orgies. I thought they were just a bit … well, risqué, you know.’
‘You mean she didn’t tell you?’
‘Oh, yes! She warned me all right, but I thought she was exaggerating!’
Johnnie drew her attention to one of the men with a semi-rampant cock of generous size, kissing the nipples of a large lady. ‘That’s no exaggeration,’ he said with a smile.
‘Wow! I’ve never seem so many pricks in one room!’
‘Your aunt’s what’s called a nymphomaniac I suppose. Whatever that means!’
‘They all must be! Have you been to one of these parties before, then?’
‘No. Your aunt wanted me to come tonight in particular, to look after you, in case you were offended.’
‘Don’t you want to join them in the fun? I can look after myself, I think.’
Johnnie smiled. ‘These are the most moral sex parties you’re likely to find. At the start of the evening the men are all too virile and the ladies too reserved. After a few glasses of wine, the tables are turned. The ladies have become aroused as hell but most of the men incapable of performing. So, not a lot happens.’
‘I’m not so sure about that,’ Louise said with a laugh, nodding in the direction of one of the guests who, with a stern face of concentration, was plunging heartily into one of the ladies, bent over the arm of the settee. He had a full bottom and a hairy groin. From what Louise could see from across the room, his penis was sturdy and short, though partly hidden in a mass of thick dark curls.
Meantime, the lady’s head was bobbing up and down in the lap of a middle-aged man. His gown was open, her mouth firmly closed over whatever was there, murmuring with obvious relish. The man’s eyes were closed, but his lips were smiling with pleasure. Some other guests were looking on casually, whilst others showed no interest, chatting to each other.
Behind the settee, the man with the generous sized cock was toying with a large pair of oversized hanging breasts with huge, dark brown, swollen nipples. They were Virginia’s! She had opened the front of the kimono to reveal her nakedness and was clearly enjoying the fondling. A second, naked slender man of about forty, was raising the hem of Virginia’s kimono from behind. Louise saw that his long, curved penis was at full stretch, pushing between the cheeks of the ample bottom.
Perhaps he was unaware of the rules of engagement, because he drove it straight into Virginia’s soft, plump opening without pausing for her approval. Clutching at her waist, he thrust violently in and out of her. But the way she pushed her bottom to meet the thrusts, she was clearly enjoying the sensation of being fucked from behind and fondled from the front at the same time. His was the first time that Louise had watched a cock driving into the soft centre of a woman. She was fascinated.
The obvious interest Louise was showing in what was going on, was noticed by Johnnie, who wondered if he might get the chance to do the same to Louise before the evening was finished. She wasn’t exactly voluptuous, but Louise had something ‘come-hither’ about her. At least, Johnnie fancied her. Besides she was a different woman! A stranger! He would enjoy the experience with someone new.
A slight commotion across the room attracted attention, as a slender lady was pressed up against the wall, crying out words of encouragement. Her legs were wrapped round the waist of a sturdy middle-age man who was deeply embedded inside her, humping away, bouncing her up and down vigorously on his waist, with long strokes. His considerable shaft was clearly seen ploughing its way into the generous lips.
‘Yes, oh yes!’ she was crying out with each thrust, hanging onto his neck. ‘Oh, yes! That’s marvellous. Ohhh God! Fuck me hard! Oh, yes! My God! Yes! Yes!’, as she jigged up and down urgently to his rhythm.
And the action continued for some minutes before the man shouted out, she groaning, crying out all the time whilst his buttocks jabbed hard at her groin. Finally, as he spurted his load inside her willing vagina, she gave a long scream of triumph.
After giving them a moment to recover, Virginia moved to him and handed him a paper tissue. ‘That’s a bit early for coming, Andrew,’ she said.
He laughed. ‘Yes! Time to recover for a second coming later!’
‘Me too!’ the lady panted. ‘Phew!!’
Just then, a drunken fat man, in open shirt and white shorts, came across to Louise and stared at her. ‘Fresh cunt!’ he leered. ‘If the others smell that fresh cunt, they’ll be round it like bees round a honey-pot. Let me try it first?’
‘This one’s not for general use,’ Johnnie told him firmly, putting his arm protectively round Louise’s waist.
‘Then what the hell’s she doing here?’ he sneered. ‘Come on! Let’s take a peek.’ And he pulled the tail of the blouse out of the waistband, exposing her breasts. She slapped his face without hesitation, which inflamed the fat man.
His eye’s blazed with fury as he grasped the blouse at the shoulders, yanked it over her arms, trapping her elbows. Spontaneous applause from one of two of the bystanders encouraged him. They were approached by a few of the guests. A laughing woman in her thirties and her tall partner removed Louise’s skirt and knickers with little effort, in spite of her struggles, and pushed her to the floor. Hands pulled her ankles apart, displaying her naked vulva, hairy and pouting, for all to see.
The outraged Louise was helped, struggling to her feet by Johnnie, steered into the dining area where the drinks were set out on the table, surrounded by dining chairs. It allowed her to escape the leers and laughter of the guests. Johnnie snatched up her skirt and knickers before helping her.
‘Sorry about that! It all happened so unexpectedly and so quickly, I didn’t have time to register what was going on.’ He handed her the skirt but had secretly enjoyed the sight of her furry mound, with its little pouting lips, between pale thighs. His gaze took in her smallish breasts with the pronounced nipples – swollen with excitement he guessed.
Johnnie had an insatiable interest in nipples – and in vulvas with their clits. In fact, he was interested in all things feminine. His interest in Louisa as a lover was increased by the sight of her private parts. He didn’t know that, secretly, Louisa had enjoyed showing them to him.
Throwing the skirt and knickers onto a chair, wearing only the loose blouse, Louisa faced him. She smiled at him, openly displaying herself. ‘Don’t apologise, Johnnie. I said I could look after myself but now I’m beginning to wonder. Would you get me a brandy, please? A stiff one!’ Louise was clearly cross at the liberties of the fat man.
As Johnnie started to pour the drink, Virginia came storming in apologising. She was half intoxicated. Her kimono was loose and Johnnie’s eyes were attracted by the enormous nipples of her voluptuous breasts.
‘He’s just a fucking, stupid, fat cunt!’ Virginia was furious. ‘I’ve sent the shit packing. Drunk! Fucking drunk already! I haven’t seen him before. One of Thomas’s crones I suppose. Do you know him Johnnie?’ Without waiting for a reply she dropped her voice. ‘Are you alright, love?’
‘Yeah! Johnnie here’s looking after me, auntie. I’m OK I guess. I was just taken off my guard, that’s all. You enjoy yourself and don’t worry about me. I’ll get by.’
‘If you’re sure you’re OK.’ Virginia retired to her other guests in the next room. Louise tossed her hair back, took a swig of neat brandy, looked searchingly at Johnnie and suddenly laughed.
‘I can see you’re fascinated by Auntie’s boobs. They really are something, aren’t they? Put mine to shame.’
‘Nonsense. I love them all! Big and small.’
‘Well, there’s quite a range of shapes and sizes in there for you to study,’ Louisa laughed. ‘What the hell! You’re missing out on the fun, Johnnie,’ and Louise put her arms round him to embrace him closely. ‘And I guess I am a bit turned on, after all.’ she pressed her belly against his, rubbing her coarse hair against him. ‘Oo! You seem to be a bit that way yourself.’
Johnnie smiled. ‘Well, all that naked flesh – yours in particular – with the warm evening and the drink may have affected my private friend that way.’
‘Perhaps he has expectations and is rising to the occasion.’
Louise put her glass on the table and kissed him suddenly with one hand round the back of his head, the other in the small of his back pressing his groin into hers. The open blouse did little to hide her breasts, which Johnnie pressed into the palm of his hand.
‘Hmmm. Definitely interested! Let’s feel.’ As she whispered, her hand moved between their bodies to clasp her palm over the now stiff object inside the gown. Johnnie quickly returned the gesture, sliding his hand over the hairy mound, now swollen with lust, pushing his fingers into the warm, soft damp lips. They slipped into the slit, already fully slippery with her passion juices. She was ready, all right, in spite of – or perhaps because of – her ordeal. Johnnie relished the feel of her small, pliant labia.
‘Hmmm! Seems you’re expecting a visitor as well,’ Johnnie murmured.
Louise laughed. A deep, throaty laugh of real pleasure, as she rolled his testicles in the palm of her hand.
Their lips met in a prolonged kiss, whilst they each explored the intimate private region of the other. Louisa wriggled her thighs against him. She was struggling with herself – should she let him in. she hadn’t felt in need of penetration before. But now … and in public!
‘I’m not for general use, though! Can I use yours for a bit of private pleasure. Or is yours for general use?’
‘No. Your aunt may want to use it later. But right now, it’s strictly for you. If you want it, that is.’
‘Do you fancy me, then?’
‘Do I?’ He responded by dropping to his knees to plant his mouth over the swollen vulva. For several moments, Johnnie’s fingers ran through the mass of dark hair, his noose pried into her gash, inhaling the sweet smell of her, whilst his tongue licked the gash, his lips nibbling her labia, and suckling the pink warm flesh to her obvious delight. She writhed and murmured with delicious joy until she decided she needed him desperately.
Although not strictly a virgin, since she was deflowered on her eighteenth birthday by her drunk uncle who, at her party, had waylaid her on the landing. Pushing her up against the wall, he had lifted her skirt and roughly dragged her knickers to one side. In spite of her struggles, she was too late to prevent him forcing his cock into her, which ejaculated almost straight away. Too upset to complain to anyone, Louisa was mainly angry because she had lost her virginity in such a crude manner. She had kept it strictly to herself since then. But Johnnie attracted her and she decided to have him. Though he wouldn’t know he was being afforded the privilege.
‘Let’s take a look,’ she said, pulling him up and opening the front of his gown. Louise stepped back to take a look. ‘Wow! That’s sure stiff. A solid cock like that needs a good caress before doing its duty. So, let’s have a good feel.’
Johnnie, of course, was not to know that Louise had an insatiable appetite for examining and handling cocks, equal to his interest in women’s genitals. Johnnie’s was a good, straight, six and a half inches long with a thick girth, which hardly varied along the whole pale length. Heavy veins snaked round the shaft, standing out against the stretched skin of the very stiff and very solid manhood. The polished head was already showing signs of impatience, oozing a clear drop of juice.
Whilst the fingers of one hand wrapped round the solid shaft, squeezing its hardness, feeling its contours, the other groped for the engine house of Johnnie’s sex, where life itself is manufactured, the sagging sac of plums, testing their weight in her palm. Louise sank to her knees in front of him, whilst he rested his buttocks against the table, thighs apart, giving Louise full access to his masculinity.
As he reached forward to grasp her firm, diminutive breasts, teasing the nipples to a swollen hardness with his fingers and thumbs, Louise confronted the pride of almost every male – that piece of them they secretly believe is big enough, but which every woman wished were bigger. Johnnie was a little above average in that area, and as rigid as a rod of iron.
‘Hmmm!’ Louise whispered. ‘I’ll have a length of that, I think.’
After planting a light kiss on the end of the shaft, she stood up, turned round, and standing on tip-toe, with her back to him, straddled her long legs over Johnnie’s thighs supporting herself with one hand on the back of a dining chair.
Lowering her head, so that she could see her gash, through the thicket of hair, with its swollen purple lips hiding the pink passage of soft flesh, now dilated with lust, begging to be entered. She reached her other hand between her things to guide the magnificent object of her lust towards the entrance to her secret passion.
Johnnie spread her inner labia apart, gently pulling them to expose the pale pink clitoris from within its hood. He positioned the cock at the gateway to her most intimate mystery, now awash with her starchy love juice, pausing to enjoy that exquisite moment of being invited to penetrate that delicious private vagina – that well of ecstatic delight .
With a contented sigh, he watched the shaft enter her orifice with intense interest, as Louise slowly lowered herself onto the thick rod. The puckered lips of her vagina parted and stretched to envelop the intruder, sucking it into her inner enigma. The hot penis slid slowly between the slick lips, pressing them aside as it forced its way to her warm divinity. Louise was now fully aroused.
She also treasured that intense moment of entry – so wonderful and magical – the folds of flesh stretching, clutching the stiffness, embracing its fullness. As she settled onto the very base of his vital root, her stiffened fingers pressed against the vibrant clitoris. Louise paused to relish the sheer delight of coitus.
Slowly, she began to lift herself off the shaft before sinking onto it again. The movement gathered pace as she pushed up on the soles of her feet and fell back again. Johnnie had encircled her with his arms, fondling a nipple, whilst assisting her bucking movement until the grunts in her throat and the noisy breathing told of her growing excitement.
The hand between her thighs was eagerly fingering her clitoris, adding to the deepening climax mounting within her. She was now growling with animal lust. Her bouncing had become more violent, thrusting hard onto his groin, grinding against his pubic hair. Johnnie transferred his hands to cradle the heaving buttocks. His right middle finger searched for the puckered entrance to her other orifice. It pulsated as she flexed the muscles in rapid succession.
Johnnie pressed his finger into the tight opening up to the first knuckle. The effect was like an electric shock on Louise. Her loins recoiled, lurched and shook. A soft scream escaped her throat. She whispered a stream of obscenities, softly panting as each thrust of his cock pushed the air from her.
She became vocal with excitement as the intensity grew inside her, her head lashing from side to side. ‘Fuck me hard! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Deeper! Split my cunt! Harder, harder! Fuck me. Fuck me!’
Johnnie noticed that the entrance was now crowded with guests, watching this performance with fascination. Some of the women were naked and most of the men were sporting stiff cocks thrusting proudly before them. His own loins were on fire, but his attention was drawn to the fingers of the guests, playing with the soaking vulvas of the women, standing watching him and Louisa, absorbed by the sight of Louisa riding on Johnnie’s cock. Breasts were being fondled, stiff cocks were being casually pumped.
As Louisa bounced on him, Johnnie relished the sight of all those vulvas. Some were tight, with no labia in sight, whilst others proudly displayed them – some fairly high in the gash, others hanging low, and some like bunches of soft flesh bursting from the outer lips. Some had thick dense public hair, some with light coverings and some shaved. Breasts were likewise varied.
With her face screwed up in anguish, Louise gave out a long stifled scream – her body stiffened for a moment before the convulsions hit it, the loins bucking and lurching as the shattering orgasm spiralled through her belly. Johnnie felt her gush of hot liquid enclose his cock before it trickled over his groin and dripped off his testicles.
The sight of female ejaculation was too much for the young woman who had helped to undress Louise earlier. Now naked, she pushed her way into the room, dragging her boyfriend behind her. She bent herself forward over the back of a dining chair facing Louise and Johnnie, parting her legs wide on either side of the seat exposing her open vulva, its hairless, thin lips showing signs of copious lubrication. The gash was long and tight, the clitoris unusually long and pale – like a diminutive cock protruding from its hood.
She stared at the sight of Johnnie’s cock gripped between the generous lips of Louisa’s oozing vulva, now slowing its bouncing movement. The lips clung on to the cock as it slid out of the passage as though trying to pull it back in. It seemed that the whole vagina was being pulled out.
‘Come on!’ the young woman growled, ‘fuck it!’
Her boyfriend wasted no time. He took hold of his hard erect penis, promptly inserting it into the narrow gap, to a long loud sigh of pleasure from his girlfriend and gasps of delight from the onlookers.
Louisa opened her eyes, astonished and delighted to see the assembled guests crowded round. Having watching her loins shudder in a final paroxysm, their attention now turned to the young woman. She was being fucked vigorously, hands gripping her thighs, to an accompaniment of squeals and grunts. This triggered a sudden hive of activity in the room. Cocks penetrated willing vaginas over the arms of chairs, some ladies kneeled before men sucking their cock and hands were groping everywhere – men and women grasping at breasts.
Someone had brought a bottle of baby oil which was liberally poured into waiting palms, rubbed over rigid nipples on swaying breasts and rubbed over heaving buttocks, thrusting into hot sticky passages of sex.
A couple on the floor were fucking vigorously, the lady with her legs splayed wide, with much gasping and grunting.
As the exhibition continued, Louise adjusted her position to sit on Johnnie’s lap, enjoying the feeling of his erect penis deep inside her, filling her warm vagina. Together, they watched the young man hump hard into the woman, his cock sliding in and out of her dripping lips with long deep strokes. The girl’s face was creased into an ecstatic grimace, her eyes squeezed tight.
Virginia was unable to contain herself. She came round the side of the couple, watching avidly. With one hand, she cupped the man’s swinging balls as his rhythm became more erratic, whilst the thumb of her other hand played on the woman’s clitoris.
A loud grunt accompanied the honey-covered cock being quickly withdrawn from the gaping vagina, spurting its starchy contents as it came into sight, splashing over the cheeks of the girl’s heaving buttocks. She screamed out loud with her own orgasm, loins bucking wildly.
With an exciting glow in her eyes, Virginia continued to tease the long clitoris of the jerking loins of the delirious woman, rejoicing in the sight of the spurts of sperm splattering over the twin orbs. She adored man’s life essence. It dribbled down the side of the cheeks. The young man was pushed roughly aside by another guest eager to penetrate the young woman’s vagina. His thick penis nudged the gaping entrance.
Every inch of the cock slid deep into the well-oiled passage. It began driving in and out in long, slow deep thrusts. Another of the men had come up behind Virginia, raised the hem of her kimono and pushed his hard cock at the split between her generous dangling labia. Stiffening slightly, Virginia closed her eyes to relish every inch of the invader slowly entering her secret joy from behind, slipping between the welcoming folds of her vagina. The third visitor of the evening.
After enjoying the ejaculation of sperm deep inside, the young lady stood up, turning to face Virginia, her cheeks rosy and her eyes twinkling with mischief. As the older woman threw her head back with pleasure, the younger one caressed the large nipples on Virginia’s heavy breasts, swaying with the rhythm of her activity.
With grunts and sighs, the heavy loins battered her buttocks with quick short strokes until, with a loud grunt, a heavy thrust announced the explosion of the intruder’s offering into her shrine. Virginia had no idea which of her guests it was, nor did she care. It was thick cock! That’s all that mattered to her. She squeezed her vaginal muscles hard to take every last drop of juice, lost in a mild orgasm.
Meantime, a dark-haired handsome man in his early forties, wearing a shirt and socks, but nothing else, sporting a semi-stiff erection approached Louisa to stroke her breasts which were only half covered by her blouse. She made no move to stop him, gazing instead with great interest at his cock, which twitched and swayed as it began to fill.
Louisa reached out a hand to take hold of the slightly sticky shaft. Drawing it up and down, revealing the coral head shiny with his juice, she inspected the object in every detail. Johnnie watched over her shoulder as she began to jerk the newcomer’s prick quietly, encouraging it to swell and stiffen. As it grew, Louisa saw that it had a distinct upward curve.
Her hand barely encircled the thick shaft, which she guessed to be around eight inches – rather longer than Johnnie’s, but not as handsome, she thought. Now taking it with two hands, she began working it up and down to the man’s murmurs of delight, whilst Johnnie clenched his loins causing his still stiff member to move inside her. Spurred on by these actions, Louisa seriously started to masturbate the cock.
Two of the other older ladies moved beside them to watch, a blonde woman allowing Johnnie to put his hand between her thighs, cupping the warm soft vulva in his palm, squeezing gently. From the colour of her fairly sparse bush, she proved to be a true blonde.
The loins of the dark-haired handsome man started to stiffen and jerk as Louise continued to work his cock up and down, until, with a final grunt of triumph, the shaft erupted with streams of sperm splashing over Louise. The onlookers applauded. Victoria took Johnnie by the hand, pulling Louise from his lap, to drag him away.
‘My turn if you don’t mind Louisa,’ she insisted huskily, leading a bemused Johnnie by his erect cock, through the heaving lounge, where couples were noisily copulating on chairs and on the floor, into the bedroom.
To Johnnie’s surprise, Thomas was on the bed with Amelia, the plump lady who had first propositioned him at the start of the evening, lying on top of him in the sixty-nine position. They were noisily lapping at each other’s genitals.
‘Move over’ Victoria said, rolling them over to the side of the bed so that that Thomas was now on top. Lying on her back, Victoria threw her kimono open and hinged her chubby legs apart for Johnnie to look at her large bloated vulva, awash with juices, her pubic hair tousled and wet. He studied it with his usual interest in these things.
‘Come on Johnnie. Fuck me!’
And so Johnnie mounted the fleshy curves of Virginia, placing his stiff cock between her juicy abundant puffed lips. She gave a loud sigh of pleasure as the cock was pushed slowly into the depths, eyes closed in ecstasy. As he started to thrust in and out of her, he was aware of Thomas at the side of him, similarly fucking the other woman, grunting with the effort.
For Thomas to watch his wife being shagged by their friend was an additional thrill. They took up the same rhythm, whilst Johnnie bent over to nibble on Amelia’s delicious nipples. She was moaning with pleasure, her plump thighs wrapped round Thomas’s waist as he skewered her vagina.
The bed shook and squeaked with the heaving bodies pounding on it. Virginia was fingering Amelia’s clitoris as Amelia grappled with Virginia’s large button. The combination of plunging cock in her vagina, and searching fingers on her clitoris, soon had Virginia coming up to the boil.
‘I’m coming,’ she panted. ‘I’m coming! I’m coming! Don’t stop, for God’s sake!’
‘Me too,’ croaked Amelia, her loins starting to convulse. ‘Come on, Virginia, bring me!’
And Virginia’s fluttering fingers coaxed the waves of excitement to mount inside Amelia until, with a loud shudder, her body jerked with a loud moaning scream of agonising joy.
The sound of Amelia’s crisis brought Virginia to her own shaking orgasm, bucking thighs and rolling head. The two women’s paroxysms shaking the bed, Thomas gave a cry of relief as he discharged deep into Jenny and Johnnie began feeling the familiar tension mount quickly, dragging from the depths of his toes to his loins, as his discharge filled Virginia’s vagina.
Having recovered from their exertions, the four returned to the lounge to find others quietly sitting, some sipping brandy. A couple on the floor were fucking quietly, the ample flesh of the buttocks trembling. In the corner, in an armchair, Louise was bouncing up and down on the lap of the young gentleman, with his cock embedded deep inside her, whilst his girlfriend, the young woman, fondled Louise’s breasts with one hand and played with her clitoris with the other. Louisa’s hand was lodged between the young woman’s thighs, groping at her soft wet lips.
The young man’s testicles could be seen drawn up to each side of the thumping shaft, held tight against it by the shrunken sac. Johnnie and Virginia arrived in time to hear Louise reach a shrill, though very satisfying orgasm.
‘I think she decided to join in the fun after all,’ he said to Virginia.