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I've tried and experienced most things sexual at one
time or other in my life; Gang bangs, group sex, mutual masturbation,
bondage, lesbianism, oral sex, anal sex, hand jobs, foot jobs and a myriad
of other forms of eroticism. But there's one thing that will brighten my
day. One thing that, at the merest mention, will send a tingle down my
spine, dampen my pussy and harden my nipples: Exhibitionism
I believe that Exhibitionism is an art form and something that one is born
to enjoy; whether you like to display yourself or watch someone else
display. The woman who will crudely spread her legs on a bus or in a cafe
and display her pussy to any passing stranger is no better, in my humble
opinion, than the man in the park who will open his coat and reveal his
privates to anyone who happens to be there - The difference between
exhibitionism and flashing is usually a world apart. However, for the true
exhibitionist, this crude form of flashing is sometimes a starting point
for their interest to manifest and grow.
I was in my teens when I saw my first flasher. Usually this term is
applied to "dirty old men", but this one happened to be a woman. She
wasn't old or ugly, she was dressed in a sort of business suit with a
short skirt. I guessed she must have been in her late thirties with blonde
hair. Sat at a pavement cafe in a quiet part of town she looked to all the
world the archetypal business woman. As I walked past her I looked and
smiled. She returned the exchange, but held my eyes for much longer than I
thought necessary. As she stared at me she slowly began to uncross her
long legs.
Still holding my stare, and with both of her high heeled shoes planted
firmly on the ground, her knees fell slowly open and.....there it was! No
panties and a completely shaved pussy just staring at me! I wasn't shocked
or frightened but just a little surprised. The manoeuvre had been so
unexpected. She kept staring and smiling at me as she displayed her
charms. I tried to act cool, but I was becoming more and more excited. I
stared for a moment more and then ran off in the direction of home.
My curiosity had been awakened. I had been discovering my own body for
some time; how and where to touch myself and what felt nice. I had been on
a few "dates" with boys and had allowed a few to touch my boobs and even
occasionally my pussy, but I had still not lost my cherry. I had touched a
boy's cock though, and that was nice too. It had been an older lad and he
had a car. He was more experienced than I was (so he said!) And when it
became obvious to him that I wasn't going to let him fuck me, he insisted
that I jerked him off in the back seat. It was a fast and furious affair,
culminating in a loud groan from him and a handful of sticky cum for me!
But all the discreet fumbling's and wrestling matches with boys still left
me a little cold - I still couldn't get the picture of the woman exposing
herself out of my mind. It was a confusing time. At one point I thought
that I might be gay and, but for the fact that the feel of a nice stiff
cock still turned me on, I might have believed that.
Lying alone in my bed one night, I was idly playing with my pussy and
thinking of the woman again. All of a sudden my small bedroom was bathed
in light. I looked up and realised that I hadn't pulled the window blind
and that my neighbour had switched the light on in his study. All the
houses in our street were built quite close together and so the light from
Mr. Logan's study shone through to my bedroom. Feeling a little naughty, I
crawled out of bed, smoothing my nightie over my legs and moved to the
window. By peeking round I could see directly into Mr. Logan's study
without being seen myself. I could see him sat in a large armchair facing
the window and watching TV. He was a nice man who had shown me nothing but
kindness, but with the development of my body of the last few years, I had
seen him sneaking surreptitious glances at my legs and boobs when he
thought I wasn't looking. A wicked thought occurred to me; I'd give the
old bugger a treat!
There was nobody around in our house; my parents had gone out for the
night and my younger brother was staying with a friend - it was just me
and Mr. Logan. But I had to get his attention first. Leaving the blind up,
I turned on my bedroom light. And returned to my hiding place. I looked
back at my neighbour. Logan had noticed the light go on and was looking at
my window. Was he expecting to see me?, I wondered. I giggled and tried to
summon up some courage. I walked past the window a few times, seemingly
innocently walking to my desk to get something. On the third pass, I
noticed Logan's light extinguish. I was bitterly disappointed. All that
work up and now the old bugger had gone! But no, wait a moment, was that
movement I could see from his room? My heart raced as I realised that my
neighbour was still there - and looking into my room! This was it, I
thought. If I were ever to know the delights of flashing - I still hadn't
distinguished between flashing and exhibitionism - it would have to be
now.
Breathing quickly, I pulled my nightie over my head as nonchalantly as
possible. I was standing at the back of my room with the light still on
and could see none of my neighbour in his darkened room. I tried to act
cool, I didn't want him to know that I was aware of his presence. Now
attired in just white cotton panties I took a deep breath, closed my eyes
and walked towards the window. The nipples on my breasts were as hard as
pebbles and stood out angrily. There was gooseflesh on my skin, but I knew
that it wasn't just from the cool night air! Eventually I stood in front
of the window and made a play with the blind, trying to make out that it
was stuck and wouldn't close. My head was tilted upwards towards the
mechanism and I made another show of inspecting it closely. For a moment I
let my eyes drift casually towards Logan's window. I gasped. I had seen
him! Naked from the waist down and playing with his cock! I kept fiddling
with the blind for a moment more, raising my arms to reach some
non-existent problem which I knew would make my well endowed chest bounce
in front of the window. Damn! I was getting so turned on!
I could feel a damp patch forming in the crotch of my panties and was
dying to take them off. Why not?, I thought suddenly, He's seen my
titties, why not let him see the rest as well? Peeling the briefs down my
legs and off, I realised there was no point in feigning problems with the
blind now - Logan would know that this was for his benefit. I sat on my
bed facing the window. My eyes were half closed but I could just make out
the figure of my neighbour. His shadowy movements were animated and I knew
he was masturbating hard. I felt so naughty, so incredibly turned on to
think that an older man was using the sight of my body to get off. I
opened my legs slowly. God, this was amazing, I thought, I wanted him to
cum but I wanted to cum too. Should I dare? I knew that I had to.
One shaking hand dropped to my lap. My pussy was so wet! For a few seconds
I let the digit slide wonderfully through my labia and lazily circle my
hard clit. I could now hear Logan as well, his deep ecstatic tones
carrying on the still night air. I groaned myself as my finger slipped
into my vagina, closely followed by a second. This was how I liked to
masturbate and I knew it wouldn't take me long to cum. My fingers became a
blur as they flashed in and out of my soaked pussy. I heard a groan from
Logan's room and I knew that he had climaxed. I just hoped he stayed
around long enough to see me cum too! I closed my eyes and thought of him
watching me, his eyes on my body, maybe a sneer of lust playing around his
thin lips. I touched my clit with my thumb and rotated it slowly. It was
time. I was cumming!
That orgasm hit hard. It was the best that I had ever experienced - even
when I found my Mom's hidden vibrator and used that - and it left me
totally shattered. After that first time I read all I could on the subject
of exhibitionism. As I grew older and more experienced, I would put on
tantalising strip show's for my boyfriends, and occasional girlfriends -
yes, I had now found out about bi-sexuality - it made me so horny to
display my body, little by little, in this fashion. Eventually I got
married. My husband - a good bit older than me - was well aware of my love
of exhibitionism that had now become almost an obsession for me. I hoped
that he would not expect me to stop doing what I enjoyed so much and,
surprise, surprise, he loved the idea.
Justin, my husband, had lived in the area for much longer than I had and
knew where to find "our type of people". The first time we went to
Angelina and Mike's home, I have to admit to being a little apprehensive.
I was introduced to everyone there: six men and Angelina. Angelina was
great, as were they all, and made me feel right at home. It turned out
that our hostess too, had the same love of exhibitionism that I did and
the evening had been planned accordingly. Their house was large and air
conditioned and after a few drinks with Angelina in the kitchen she led me
by the hand into the main lounge. The lights were dim all the men were
there sitting in comfortable chairs and facing a makeshift stage that had
been made by throwing a deep pile rug on the floor. I didn't really know
what was happening, but as I heard slow soul music drift from the ceiling
speakers, Angelina started to dance slowly. The alcohol had dulled my mind
a little, but I knew that I was expected to do the same.
For ten minutes Angelina and I both gyrated our fully clothed bodies in
time to the music. I could hardly see the men in the half light, but every
now and then I would catch a comment about my "very nice legs" or
Angelina's "large and inviting breasts". Angelina was first to take things
a little further. She wore a long evening dress that flared at the bottom
and had thin straps over her shoulders. Slowly, very slowly the straps
slid from her tanned shoulders. The men immediately became more attentive
and a hush fell over the room. I followed my new friends lead by slowly
removing my white silk blouse. I had worn a pretty half cup bra, but
Angelina's dress didn't allow for an undergarment of that sort and, as the
straps fell away, her large naked breasts were exposed. I caught up
quickly, turning my back to loose the bra and then facing my audience and
letting it slip, ever so slowly, to the rug.
The music continued and we danced on, our unfettered breasts jiggling and
swaying to the beat. I was lost in my own little world of pleasure and,
when I turned once more to face Angelina, I was just in time to see her
dress shimmy down her body and pool at her feet. Again I had to catch up.
The men were baying for blood now like a pack of hounds. Some even had
their cock's out and were openly masturbating. My skirt came off and the
whole room now realised my fetish for not wearing panties - apart from my
silk stockings and high shoes, I was naked!
Now it was Angelina's turn to play catch up. She laughed at the
competitiveness of our little game and quickly slipped out of her tiny
thong. She wore no stockings and, apart from similar shoes to me, was now
completely nude. The music played. We kissed, we touched, we fondled and
we groped. The men were now very vocal; most were masturbating and all
were cheering their encouragement. Angelina and I stood, swayed, danced
and fingered each other to knee trembling orgasms.
"Right," said Angelina suddenly moving away from me, "Let's see how many
we can make cum!"
It was almost a competition. The room was divided in half and Angelina and
I moved through the rows of the six men. We sucked we straddled. We gave
hand jobs and we gave foot jobs. I was on my second man - the first having
cum in my mouth - when I looked up just in time to see Angelina take a
faceful of semen from her second. She was moving onto the last man and I
was lagging behind again. I was currently giving a much older man a hand
job and so, to speed things along a bit, I mashed my breasts around his
hard tool. With one of my tits in each hand I slid his cock deep into the
warm valley of my cleavage. He thrust up into my boobs and every time I
saw the tip emerge, I bent my head and licked it just like a stick of
candy. This had him cumming in no time and with a satisfied grunt he
unloaded his runny seed over my tits.
I moved onto the last man. I looked up at him from my kneeling position on
the floor. My husband's familiar lopsided grin beamed back at me. This
would be easy, I thought. I can get his cum flowing in no time. I prepared
to take Justin's long thin cock into my mouth for a blow job, but he had
other ideas.
"Hop on!" he cried holding his erect tool in his hand and slapping his
thighs in an obvious gesture.
I straddled my husband and started to guide him into my wet pussy.
"Oh no you don't" Justin laughed. "This one's going straight up your ass!"
I smiled back at him. This would be easier than I thought. We both adore
anal sex and Justin can never hold onto his cum for long when he's buried
in my butt. I lifted myself with a knee on either hide of his hips. I
gripped his shoulders and began to lower myself gently. I looked over at
Angelina again. With one of the larger men ramming his cock into her pussy
doggy style, I knew that I must act quickly. I took a deep breath and
dropped myself straight down onto Justin's dick.
He gasped as I screamed out. The initial penetration of my ass is always
painful, but after a second, the nice, warm glow sets in. I was about to
start to move my body up and down on my husband's cock when he suddenly
grabbed me tight around the waist. My asshole was fully impaled by his rod
of passion and now I couldn't even move. Justin's grip tightened as he
started to buck up and down quickly, rabbit-fucking my back passage with
short hard thrusts. He was grunting and groaning and let out a low moan as
I reached beneath me and lightly scratched the underside of his balls with
my fingernails. I was bouncing about on top of him, alternately tickling
his balls and diddling my pussy as we both climbed higher and higher
towards a mutual orgasm. The other, satisfied men, were all cheering for
either me and Justin or Angelina and her stud. Everyone wanted to see who
would cum first. I groaned as my orgasm swept over me and my butt muscles
automatically clenched.
I heard another groan and saw Angelina's hunk pulling out of her soaking
pussy and begin jerking himself frantically over her upturned ass. Justin
gasped. I could feel him swell in my bottom. I turned and stuck a semen
stained nipple straight into his mouth. That did it. Just as Angelina's
guy let out a shout of ecstasy and delivered his first jet of cum over her
buttocks and lower back, Justin shot his load into my ass. Reluctantly I
hopped off his twitching tool so that everyone could see he was cumming.
Angelina and I both knelt on the floor kissing and touching as the two men
jerked themselves off over us. The "contest" was called as a tie and both
Angelina and I ended up tired, happy and covered in cum.
We were invited back to Angelina and Mike's house on many occasions - in
fact we still go. I've been watched and fucked by many different men since
that first night, but always with Justin present - somehow that makes it
all the more fun and usually ensures the best orgasms. Sometimes he is
tired after a long day and just prefers to watch while his younger wife is
fucked, but sometimes he likes to join in, usually taking me in the ass
while I take another man in my pussy.
About a month ago we invited the gang over to our house. Unfortunately, at
that time, Angelina was unavailable but Justin kept this piece of
information from me until everyone else had arrived. I was furious with
him to start with, but when I realised that it would be down to me to keep
all six guys happy, I looked on it as a challenge! That night I took
Justin in my ass, as usual, Steve in my pussy, Tom and Paul alternately
sharing my mouth and Gerry and Phil receiving the best hand jobs I could
muster. They all ended up cumming at more or less the same time and once
again I was covered in lovely semen!
This little tale may not be to everyone's taste, but it does show what can
happen if you let your exhibitionism run away with you! |
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