The Adventures of Suzy

As I walked along the high street that evening I looked around at other people and wondered what they would think if they knew what I was wearing under my coat, and what I was, I think, looking forward to doing. I was also wondering this to myself. Why was I so excited? What the hell did I think I was up to? I couldn’t believe that I, a respectable young woman, was probably going to behave like a wanton slag tonight. How had this situation come about?

It was a late autumn evening and quite cold, so I was well togged-up, and as I walked I ran over in my mind what had happened to me over the past year. It had started after my husband left me and went off with another woman, someone he’d met at work. He told me that she was more adventurous in bed than I was; that I was boring and not interested in sex, just as something that had to be done; that I never initiated it; that I went through the motions and never let him try anything different. It had really hurt at the time and I had denied it to him, and to myself. But months afterwards, after having got over the rejection and the pain, I began to realise that he had probably been right. I had had a few other relationships since, and although the guys had been pleasant enough, I hadn’t really fancied them and the affairs quickly fizzled out. I just hadn’t been attracted to them sexually – was I frigid or something?

I guess that over ensuing months I’d forsworn men – decided I didn’t need them. I had resolved to get a hobby, and so I’d signed up for an art class at the local college. It had been fun, and I found I really enjoyed it, and was quite good at some aspects of it. One evening we had had a life model, a very attractive older woman who posed for us naked. Everyone in the class had behaved very properly and there had been no sleaziness or c***dish behaviour or comments. The art students were respectful of the model and I was impressed at how it all went. I got talking to her over coffee and she explained that she made useful extra money by posing at a number of classes in various colleges and art schools in the area. As she spoke I began to get interested in the idea; it was a pretty simple way of earning a bit more (I had bills now that were more of a burden since I was on my own) and she hadn’t had any issues with students at all. She said that there was always a demand for models.

So I plucked up the courage and began being an artist model myself. It wasn’t always nude modelling; sometimes classes just needed clothed models for practice too. I had been extremely nervous the first time, but soon got used to it as everyone was so pleasant. No poses were ever explicit; there were no open-legged requirements. It was a matter of baring my boobs and letting people see my pubes and my bottom. I am in pretty good shape so wasn’t ashamed of my body. In fact I was surprised at how non-sexual it all turned out to be.

At least that’s how it started off. After a few weeks of the modelling I began to have erotic dreams. They were nothing like the reality of the art class, but my mind was clearly working overtime on the potential of it. I was getting excited about the thought of men being turned on by looking at me; by them dreaming of me after class. Did they masturbate while thinking about my body? I found some of these thoughts madly erotic and would wake up sometimes touching myself “down there” and wondering what was wrong with me.

Then one fateful day, John, one of the tutors at one of the art classes, asked for a quiet word after the class. He told me that he ran a small photographic club of what he called “elderly gentlemen” that specialised in nude photography. As he spoke I realised what he was going to ask before he got there himself, and was readying myself to turn him down as it sounded rather sordid, but I listened attentively and respectfully anyway. He explained that the group had used a number of young women like myself as nude models, but that their latest girl was moving out of the area. He said he understood that it sounded “dodgy” but was all above board. They were interested in more erotic but tasteful poses, and nothing would be asked of a model that she didn’t wish to do. No pictures would be published, they were all for members own use. All the “gentlemen” were married, but their wives were not aware of the true nature of the club, which, he admitted, was not about art, but was a turn-on for the men.

He was refreshingly candid and open about the club, and he spoke so matter-of-factly that I pushed my earlier concerns back a little and let him continue. He said I could could come along and meet the guys for an informal chat and to see what I made of them; he said there were only ten of them in total, and usually only five or six at a photo session – not always being able to get away from their wives. I could ask any questions I liked and seek any reassurances that I wanted. He added that the average age of the members was about 60, “but increasing...”

What could I say? He’d been so reasonable, not at all pushy and, let’s face it, I had posed nude many times for the art class. So I agreed to go along one evening later that week. “Bring some outfits if you like – you never know, you may be prepared to do a few poses too. But no pressure,” he said.

So, that Thursday evening I went along to a small studio above a betting shop on the high street. When I arrived John opened the door and led me upstairs to the studio. This was well-equipped with lights on stands, various pieces of furniture, including a chaise-longue, a screen and chairs at one end. I could see a small changing room to one side, and a kitchenette equipped with a small fridge and a kettle. And then there were about seven oldish men watching my every movement! They were old enough to be either my father or my grandfather. I would say their ages ranged from 55 to 80.

John helped me off with my coat and introduced me to everyone; apparently they constituted the “hard-core” of the group, most of them came to every session. “Yes, we’re the pervs,” said one of them, to chuckles from the rest.

“That’s right,” said another, “we’re quite open about the fact that we want to see naked young women and take photos of them. None of our wives will let us take photos of them, so we formed this club of like-minded old gits! We like sexy underwear, naughty poses and as much flesh as you’re willing to show. We love the fact that the pictures are unique to ourselves and not off the internet. We like to be involved and we all find it a real turn-on.”

“And another thing,” chipped in another guy, “we like to be in the occasional photo with you – with your agreement Suzy. Like a souvenir photo - model in the nude, or a sexy outfit, with one of us standing with you. Obviously we could never let our wives see such a thing, but you would have a copy and we’d see that as a guarantee of our good faith and trust as well. Do you see?”

I saw all right. This was their way of saying that if I didn’t like what they did, or if they ever published my photos anywhere I could expose (!) them to their wives! Quite clever really.

We chatted away for about another half an hour and I had a good tour of the studio. John opened a couple of bottles of wine and brought some glasses out of the kitchen. It was nice and warm and comfortable. They had a selection of outfits available, but I didn’t really fancy wearing any of them – at least not the underwear (lots of bras and basques in dark colours and some decidedly cheap fabrics, a nurse’s outfit, a police-woman outfit etc). I asked if they had any examples of photos available, but they were reluctant to show me any – saying that they would have to have other model’s agreements.

One guy did show me a picture from his wallet of him sitting on a chair in the studio with a young woman sitting on his knee, facing away from the camera. He had a huge grin on his face and was fully clothed, while she had a black bra and panties and black hold-ups, with very high heels. I got the idea; and was surprised to feel a little wetness between my legs as I imagined myself being that young woman on his knee!

I knew then that I was going to agree to this, and that these guys were going to get some experiences that would exceed their wildest dreams. I didn’t know what exactly just yet, but at that moment something clicked inside me and a sexual longing and energy seemed to well up and course through my entire body.

“Ok guys, as long as you all stick to your words, and I’m not asked to do anything I don’t want to do, you’ve got a deal. I’ll want more than I get for the art classes, but you’ll be getting more in return won’t you? I’ll bring my own outfits and will expect you lot to pay for some of them too. We’ll start on a trial basis first. OK?” I took a long drink of my wine.

“That’s fine,” said John. “Would you mind a small set of poses tonight? Just to see how you feel about us, and to get used to the studio? You could use one of the outfits, or did you bring anything with you?”

“I’ve got some stuff on under this that you may appreciate,” I replied, “so let’s get going. I can give you about another 30 minutes; then I’ll have to go.”

So I stood up and walked into position sitting on the chaise. The guys got busy with their cameras and setting up the lights. At this point all they could see about my clothing was a tight blue jumper, which did rather emphasise my boobs to good effect, and a navy pencil skirt with a short split up the back, plus black heels. I raised an arm above my head and tilted my head sideways in a Hollywood starlet sort of pose. There were noises of approval and I started to feel very pleasant and sexy. Here were all these men making enthusiastic sounds about me and complimenting me and my body. I was really getting off on it.

I tried some sexier poses, standing up and putting my hands on my chest below my boobs, straightening my back and stretching so my bra was pushed outwards and upwards, my breasts straining against my jumper. Lots of sighs. Lots of camera clicks. I looked at the guys faces and saw such anticipation and lust! I felt myself getting wetter between my legs, but still couldn’t believe I was doing this. It was so far removed from the art class posing, this was all about sex; all about flaunting myself; all about men lusting after my body. It was amazing.

I stood with my legs apart, straining the skirt across my thighs, then slowly grasped the bottom hem of my tight jumper and started to raise it. The room went quiet, except for heavy breathing from the guys. One or two of them had gone very red in the face, and I felt myself colouring up too at the thought that I was going to reveal my bra-covered tits to them!

Then I did it. As the jumper hem came below my breasts I pulled it slowly over them and my under-wired black lacy bra came into view. The cameras went wild. I flushed wildly at the thought of what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop myself; this was great!

“Oh Suzy, that’s wonderful!” said one of the oldest guys, who looked to me as if he was about to have a coronary. “Can you hold them out to us, gently rub your nipples and so on?” he stammered slightly and had to catch his breath. I did as I was told, quite happily. I loved the power I was exerting over them all, and the obvious effect I was having on them. I noticed a few sly adjustments to the fronts of their trousers as they had to cope with growing erections. I was amused but also really horny at the thought of what I was doing. I bent towards them, showing maximum cleavage and they continued snapping away, along with gasps of “Oh, wonderful” and “Wow that’s fantastic!”

I felt myself getting carried away, but also needed a bit of breathing space. I needed to reflect on what I was doing, I was getting feelings I’d never had before in my life. Maybe my ex-husband had been right and I had been frigid? But something was de-icing me now and no mistake! I didn’t have to get away, I’d told them that in case I wasn’t going to enjoy it, but I was glad I had said I only had limited time as I was genuinely perplexed at what was happening and I had to think it through. I was worried that anything could happen the way I was now feeling, and I may regret it later. Had my drink been spiked? Was I having some kind of breakdown? I needed to think; and to bring this to an end. I found myself saying “OK guys, I really must go in a minute. What do you want me to do as a finale; I can either take off my bra or my skirt? But don’t worry - there’ll be more next time, I’ll be coming back!”

“Oh lets see your boobs,” piped up John, and the others murmured their agreement. So I turned my back to them and slowly undid the clasp to undo my bra. I had been topless on beaches before, in France, on holiday, but never like this. I felt really hot, in more ways than one, as I turned to face them, holding the cups over my breasts. I did my best coquettish smile and gradually let the cups slip down until my nipples were just beginning to show. Then I let the bra drop to the floor and stood as straight as I could ensuring my tits stood proud and erect. “Oh, very pert!” said John. “Oh God, yes!” said one of the others as they shuffled around for position and nudged against each other trying to get a good view. For a moment they looked as if they were going to pounce on me, but John said quietly: “Let Suzy have some space, calm down you lot. Take turns for some good shots; don’t frighten her off!”

“Sorry,” said the oldest guy, “it’s been a long time since I’ve seen lovely boobs like that. I think we probably got a bit over-excited. Suzy you are lovely, please don’t think we’d do anything to upset you or make you do anything you don’t want! We need you as a model!”

I smiled at him and said it was fine, just a bit of a new experience for me. There followed a nice five minutes where I cupped my boobs, let them hang down and be photographed from the front (maximum cleavage) and the side. They were keen on some shots taken almost from behind, with my arm raised, showing the side of my boob.

Then I said I had to go. I said I’d be back next week if they’d want me (they did!), put my clothes back on and left. My panties were wet, my face was burning, I was almost gasping for air as I left, still amazed at what I had done, and really, really feeling randy as hell!

Back at my flat I stripped off my clothing, including the lovely lack panties that the guys hadn’t seen, and frigged myself to orgasm on my bed. I must have cum three or four times in succession. I really had never felt do damned hot! Being semi-naked in front of those older men had done something amazing for me.

I immediately started fantasising about the next session – what I would show them, how I would seduce them with my body, how I would turn them on so much they would be gasping for me. What would I wear? How far was I prepared to go? In my fantasy I was completely naked before them; they had already seen my boobs, now they would see my pubes and my bottom. Would I be able to do it? I had indeed shown it all in the art class, but the poses were always demure and I usually had a prop or my hand covering my pubic area, and was usually sitting on a chair so my bottom wasn’t seen. But this would be in an overtly sexual situation. There was no pretence of “art.” They all acknowledged that the attraction was in sexual poses, erotic lingerie etc. In fact the lingerie was a key difference from the art posing where I would change in a small room, be d****d in a robe, get into position and let the robe drop. For the “gentlemen” the disrobing (lets face it, the stripping) was the key element. The showing and removal of my undies was one of their highlights, the main titillation. And they were clearly desperate to see my bits.

John phoned the next day and arranged another session – not for the following week, but for Saturday evening! I was pleased; I was so fired-up about doing it again that I agreed like a shot and immediately planned what underwear I would take. In the office that Friday I was hardly able to keep my mind on my work, and on the Saturday morning bought some new lingerie in town. By the time the evening came I was again in a state of anticipation and excitement.

I arrived at the studio early; John was there and one or two others from Thursday. I was greeted with relief. John said that there would only be five of them tonight, all of them known to me, the other two were unable to make it, their wives having got them booked on other things. When they were all there it was pretty clear that these guys were chomping at the bit to get started. The very old bloke, Harold, was red-faced from the off. I told them I was not in a rush and hoped to please them with the poses and my underwear. John switched on the studio lights and the guys gathered round.

This time I was wearing a short grey pleated skirt and a simple white silk blouse. I had changed out of my warm boots into black heels. I got a thumbs-up of approval.

I started pretty much as last time, eventually removing the blouse and letting them see my new under-wired half-cup white satin bra. This barely covered my nipples and was rather tight, but I chose it deliberately as it pushed my boobs up and gave a nice deep cleavage. I was instructed to point my tits at each man in turn, push them together and so on. Then they wanted me to turn away from them and bend down. I got it; this made my skirt ride up at the back and exposed my stockings. “Naughty boys,” I smiled as I moved into the pose, keeping my legs together and gradually bending lower and lower until my stocking-tops and suspenders were visible.

“Oh Blimey!” someone said. “Can we see your panties?” This was entering new territory. I put my hands behind me and slowly lifted up the skirt so that my black lace panties came into view. I felt the temperature of the room get warmer, and the atmosphere was quieter – you could hear a pin drop. “Suzy, if you move your legs slightly apart we could see your panty gusset, that would be very erotic,” said John, so I gently moved one leg away from the other and let my legs open slightly. As I did so I bent slightly more at the waist and put my bottom back a little. Two of the guys immediately sank to their knees for a better look. “What the hell” I thought to myself, and followed suit by getting on my knees and opening my legs further, dropping my chest towards the floor. “How’s this then?” I asked.

“Oh Wow, Suzy! That is fab-u-lous!” came the reply. So I knelt there in a scene of debauchery as far as I was concerned. On my hands and knees on the floor, little skirt up around my waist, no blouse, just a bra, legs apart so a group of older men could look at my panty gusset and take photos of me! But it felt great, and I could feel myself getting moist again! I hadn’t even had a drink yet, so they hadn’t spiked it! This was what I really liked! I was born for this!

Next I removed the skirt completely and lay on my back. I raised my legs vertically and then slowly opened them, stretching my knicker-gusset tight across my crotch. Then I moved my legs back towards my chest in the most wanton pose I could imagine. I saw Harold rub the front of his trousers and they all got closer to snap away. I could swear that there must be a damp stain on my panties. Part of me felt ashamed to be lying there in that pose; so sexual, so inviting and so damned dirty! Another part of me was in heaven!

The guys couldn’t get enough. They wanted photos from all directions and up as close as possible. Then John asked me if they could take some “upshots” of me. I want sure what they meant at first but it soon became clear when he lay on his back on the floor and asked me to stand over and astride him. I complied and he clicked away, then another guy took his place. When it was old Harold’s turn he had some difficulty getting down and I thought I’d give him a treat, so I bent at the knees and let my panty gusset get closer to his face and camera. Now I really felt dirty. “Now who’s naughty?” said John as I let myself closer to Harold’s face.

“I could almost lick you from here!” whispered Harold as I squatted over him. I was taken aback – had I gone too far? Was this out of order I thought, or just his excitement getting the better of him? I started to stand up but John asked me to stay in position as it was a great sexy pose. “It’ll make a great souvenir shot” said Harold. I began to feel even sexier. I started to think about Harold and what I was doing to him. It would be so easy to just sit on his face; it would probably make his dreams come true! Eventually I staggered to my feet; in a state of advanced horniness. “Shall we have a break?” I asked “I need a drink!”

John opened a bottle of wine and poured the drinks. I sat there in my bra, panties, suspenders and stockings, and more photos were taken of me as I drank. “Are you OK about taking off your panties, Suzy?” asked one of the men.

“All in good time” I replied. But inside I was desperate to show my furry frontage to these men. “Let’s see how it goes shall we? I need to feel comfortable before I show myself down there” I said. But I knew I was going to. I was understanding a bit more about my sexuality; discovering that this sort of exhibitionism was doing it for me – and the older men seemed to be an essential element. It was something about the effect I was having on them, and I felt myself seeing me from their point of view – they were absolutely entranced by what I was offering, or could be offering. The realisation made me hornier still.

So I got back into posing mode. I decided that I’d keep my bra on this time, they’d seen my boobs last time, they can see my pubes and bottom this time. I turned away from them and put my hands on my panty waist at each side. I heard the men shuffling and probably adjusting their clothing. Then I tantalisingly (I hope) began to lower my knickers over my bottom. The usually flurry of snapping began. Then I pulled them down further so that all my bottom was on view. I felt really naughty, but also getting wet between my legs. Finally I let them fall down around my feet and stepped out of them. I was now ready to show them my pubes –and they were clearly excited by the knowledge that I was going to turn around. But I teased them a little more and put my hands over my mound as I turned to face them, and gave them a little wink or two.

“Cor, go on Suzy,” said one guy, James I think, “lets see it then!”

I did a little bow and then quickly raised my hands outwards while standing very straight and tall while they captured my semi-nakedness digitally. Then I turned sideways each way and finally sat down on the chaise-longue, keeping my knees together.

“Is that it then?” asked James, with a note of disappointment in his voice. “Aren’t you going to open up like you did when you had the panties on? Don’t we get to see your snatch?”

I was a little shocked. I didn’t appreciate the language much, but I had thought that this would be enough for them. I suppose I realised then that my earlier display had perhaps promised too much – they would reasonably expect that I would open up for them. But this was so much further than I ever thought I’d go. I felt my face getting hot and for a moment I didn’t know what to do or to say. In the end I walked over to the wine bottle and poured myself another glass before drinking it down in one go. I felt giddy with the alcohol and the situation – especially the sense of anticipation in the studio. No-one said anything for a while and I sat back down on the chaise and lifted both feet onto it, keeping them together. Then I let my bent feet slowly slip apart showing the top of my outer vaginal lips below my pube hair.

“Atta girl!” said John. “Let’s see that pussy!”

I leant back into the chair and let my feet go further apart, letting my lips come fully into view. Then I thought to myself “why not?” and lifted my legs up and out so my whole vagina was open and on display. The men desperately got into position to take their pictures. In one sense it was disgusting; they just wanted to get as many shots of my most intimate places; they were behaving like a****ls, almost grunting with delight. The heavy breathing was annoying but also hugely empowering. I bent my legs this way and that, I pulled my lips apart with my fingers to open my inner lips to their utmost. I looked directly at their cameras and smiled and winked as I did these depraved things. And I could feel my juices flowing like they never had before.

“Oh Suzy, you’re so wet down there!” said Harold with a massive grin on his face and a massive bulge clearly visible in the front of his trousers. I looked down at myself – he was right, my pussy was sopping wet, the lips were shining under the studio lights and juices were beginning to flow out of me towards my anus. I put a finger down to stop it and this was immediately misconstrued. “Oh yes, Suzy, put a finger or two inside!” suggested John. That wasn’t what I’d had in mind, but I did as I was told, relishing the feel of it on my clitoris as I put my middle finger inside myself. The guys were getting as close as possible and must have taken hundreds of shots of my “snatch” as they had called it, between them. I slowly frigged myself for them.

“Can you move your bottom a bit closer to us, Suzy, then we can see your bum-hole too,” said John. Oh no! What was I coming to! This was really dirty and sordid. And hot! So I moved forward, put my legs back against my chest and let them see absolutely everything! I held myself as far apart as possible, letting them see right up my vagina and letting my anus open up too. The men took it in turns to get close up and take their pictures – one said he had his camera on a macro setting and the others laughed. I continued to finger myself for them and, when prompted, I gently touched my anus with a finger. “Can you slip it inside, Suzy? It would make a really, really naughty shot!” said Gareth. So I did. I felt ashamed of myself but I did it. And it felt good. I just got wetter and wetter, producing copious amounts of juice from my vagina, which provided plenty of lubrication for the finger in my bum. “Oh that’s fucking wonderful – Oh sorry Suzy! – just getting carried away” said Gareth. And I was getting carried away too. I put one finger in my vagina and had one in my anus in front of this group of men who egged me on and lusted after me. Then I felt a tingling welling up in my body and started rocking with orgasm!

“Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck, Oh my god!” I cried as I came. I was sweating all over with the embarrassment and shame of it – I really hadn’t been able to contain myself. I grabbed all my clothes and run into the small changing room where I got dressed and regained my composure. I stayed inside for a few minutes while I calmed down. Then I walked back into the studio to be confronted by a group of smiling men who gave me a loud round of applause.

“I d-don’t know what to say” I stammered. “I shouldn’t have done all that today; I got carried away too! I think that’s enough for tonight if you don’t mind.”

“No, we don’t mind Suzy. You were fantastic and we’re so glad you enjoyed it. We hope you’ll keep coming (lots of laughter) and do more like that for us. You’re a great sport and we really really appreciate you,” said John.

“Just one final request” said Harold, “can you join us for a group shot, to mark this historic evening? If you’ll stand in the middle we’ll stand alongside and I’ll set a camera up on time delay.”

So we all got into line, with me in the middle and Harold fussed around with a camera on a tripod. I was aware of the guys alongside me fumbling a little as Harold told us to pose and he walked over to join us. I focused on the camera as Harold gave a countdown. “ten, nine, eight, get ready everyone, seven, six, five, to attention fellas (I wondered what he meant), four, three, two, one… flash!” and at that moment the camera activated and the picture was taken. I looked at the guys and to my horror, every one of them had opened their fly and had a massive erection (well not all of them were that massive to be honest) in their hand flaunted for the camera.

“Now THAT will be a great souvenir shot” said John.

“You lot are disgusting old perverts!” I shouted. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to do that?”

“Because you wouldn’t have agreed to the picture!” said Gareth.

I shook my head at them and smiled, as if they were naughty c***dren. “I’ll see you next week then,” I said, recognising that I needed this kind of scenario; that it was now a part of my sexual needs, “I can see I’m going to have to take you lot in hand!” and with a wave I left them to it, looking perplexed and dumbstruck at me in return.

All week I couldn’t stop thinking about the next session. I masturbated every night in bed, and sometimes I brought myself to a climax while I was at work, in the ladies loo! I bought myself (or rather the men) new sexy lingerie.

And so here I was, walking to the next session. This was going to be something special for me. I knew that I was going to go further tonight, that the need I had recognised was not going to go away. I wanted to do something for these men; something more sexual that I had ever done before; something in front of them all; something involving them all in some way. They would not be able to believe their luck, and I would not be able to believe I was doing it, but by heavens I needed it. I felt that my life was just beginning.

I got to the door of the studio, paused and took a deep breath before I opened the door. Here I go – over the top!

The usual crowd were there: John of course, Harold, Gareth, James, Teddy and Michael. I looked at their eager, needy faces and savoured the moment. I was going to dirty things tonight, and I was going to love it! I was no longer ashamed or embarrassed, I was fulfilled! I smiled at them and they smiled and greeted me back. It was obvious they knew something special was going to happen tonight; they couldn’t sit still and faffed about getting me a drink, checking their cameras, popping out to the loo. I took off my coat and all eyes were on me. I changed into my heels and stood before them in a long pencil skirt with a slit up the back, my fully-fashioned stockings visible. Above that I wore a very pretty red silk blouse. I had my hair tied up and a black choker around my neck.

“Phew!” whistled Teddy, “you look lovely, Suzy.”

“Thank you, kind sir. Shall we begin?”

They got the studio lights switched on and I told them to arrange their chairs in a semi-circle. I had brought a small cd-player with me and pressed ‘play’; immediately some raunchy blues began to play and I sashayed slowly around the little area in front of them. Although I say it myself I put on a pretty sexy little show; bending and posing provocatively for them, running my hands over my blouse, pouting at them, smoothing my skirt over my bottom and so on. They snapped away.

Then I went over and sat on John’s knee, taking him completely by surprise. I put my arms around him and kissed him full on the lips. Then I jumped up and crossed to old Harold. I hitched up my skirt so that I could sit astride him, facing him, pushed my boobs into his chest and rubbed against him. The crafty old devil put his hands around me and felt for my bottom. I got hold of his head and pulled it down towards my cleavage while I stood up and his hands had to drop away. He looked extremely grateful and there were whoops of delight from the others. Then I undid the zip at the back of my skirt and let it fall off. They could see I was wearing a red satin basque, though only the bottom of it, black nylon panties and my stockings.

I danced around like this for a minute or two as another raunchy tune started to play. I went to James and asked him to undo my blouse for me. He didn’t need asking twice! With fumbling hands he began attacking the buttons. “Slow down soldier” I chided, “there’s no hurry!” He did his best to undo each button slowly, but managed to ensure he got a good feel of my boobs through the blouse and the basque that held them. He got jealous looks from the others, but they needn’t have worried… I turned my back to him and got him to lift the blouse off me. Now they could see all of my lovely new basque, which I must say was very flattering, holding my waist in spectacularly and lifting my breasts up to create a magnificent décolletage.

Next I sat on Teddy’s lap and put my hands up onto the top of my head. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist this and, after a few seconds consideration I saw his hands come around my front, first tentatively holding my waist and then, when I didn’t show any sign of resisting, he raised them until they were cupping my breasts over the basque. The others were taking pictures fit to burst and then I let him feel the top of my boobs and my chest. The basque was far too tight for him to get a hand down the front, but he tried – of course!

Once again I danced around a little for the guys to take shots, then I sat on the floor, leant back and lay down, while I opened my legs so they could get some great shots of my panty gusset. I kept my eyes on Michael and Gareth, as they hadn’t had a ‘treat’ yet. They were looking hungry. Hungry for me. I lifted my legs straight upwards and then opened them as far as I could. Then I beckoned Gareth and Michael over to me. “Hold a leg each please guys,” I said. They put down their cameras and took up position either side of me, each held a leg, keeping my gusset fully stretched, and my pussy fully open beneath it. “Stroke my inner thighs please guys, rub inside my stockings for a bit.” This they did, and I noticed their erections pushing their trousers out of shape.

“Fucking hell” breathed John, as the guys began fondling my legs. Of course their hands strayed up above my stockings and each followed the other as they began stroking my flesh between my stocking-tops and my panty crotch. They kept glancing at each other, silently egging each other on. They didn’t realise they had no need to worry; I was very happy with all that was happening and was beginning to absolutely gush juices into my gusset. The remaining guys had left their chairs and were pressed close to us all, as Michael summoned up the courage and slipped a finger over my panty-crotch and, finding no resistance, began to frig me over the nylon material. I was producing more and more juice as Gareth followed Michael’s lead, but this time he insinuated a finger under my panty and directly up my pussy!

“Oh, shit” gasped Gareth, and everyone else just went “phewww,” as I let him put another finger inside me and masturbate me in front of his friends, as they captured the scene. “Suzy, you are absolutely sopping wet you know – really sopping!”

“Pull her panties off her,” commanded James, “let’s all get a good view of this!”

Gareth removed his fingers and Michael began pulling my knickers down my legs, negotiating my heels and then throwing them across the room. I opened my legs anew and told them to take turns, “but gently guys, no hurry, just let us all enjoy this – I know I am.”

“Fuck me, Suzy,” said John, “I think we all are. Thank you so much, this is amazing!”

So, one by one, each man had his fingers up me and gave me a little frig to boot. To be honest this wasn’t such a turn on for me but it did stave off an orgasm; I’d been close to having one with Michael’s touch earlier. But it was having a huge effect on the men. They kept up the shooting, but a few of them openly got their penises out and were having slow wanks as they watched.

Then I turned over and knelt on the floor, with my naked bottom fully exposed, my legs apart and my vagina and anus glistening and wet. I got John to open a few clasps on the back of my basque and let my boobs come out; they hung down nicely. I made a great picture, I knew that!

John got the other guys to move back a little, and told them to get a good focus. Then I felt his hand on my bottom, and a finger go into my vagina from behind. “So wet, Suzy!” he said and he transferred some juice onto my anus, which he slowly massaged. “Open it for me, Suzy, there’s a good girl!” he asked and I pressed my bottom back against his impertinent finger. As I did so I could feel my anal ring resist slightly then give way and open slightly. He immediately slipped inside, just an inch or so. Then he withdrew, got some more juice and let the finger go right up me. It felt so dirty, but so right. Before I knew it I felt another finger back in my vagina and then John began a steady in-out rhythm with both fingers frigging me in unison. I moved back and forth in response. The other guys were openly masturbating themselves now, very few pictures were being taken. I heard Harold say he had turned on the video setting and saw him place his camera on a tripod to record the scene. James knelt alongside me and felt underneath me to fondle my hanging breasts; he gently squeezed my nipples and I felt close to cumming. Harold then tipped me over the edge by getting a hand under my pubic area and finding my clitoris. His touch on my love-button, combined with John’s fingers up my vagina and my anus and with James working my nipples was too much and I collapsed onto the floor as I came like a bloody volcano. I closed my legs tightly and got a gasp from John. Three of the guys wanked off to orgasm and came on the studio floor.

I lay there for a minute then managed to get up. “Let me compose myself” I said, “then we can carry on. I’m not finished with you lot yet!”

Everyone began talking at once. This was fabulous. How grateful they were. I must never leave them. Never had anything like this happen before. So glad I was doing this for them. Eventually someone asked me why I was letting them feel me, and why I was happy with them wanking so openly. I was honest with them and told them a little of my story with my husband and how I had found this to be a key that had unlocked my sex-drive. I didn’t say too much more as I wasn’t sure, even at that stage, what I was going to do next.

But I sure as hell wanted it to go on! Still wearing (just) my lovely red basque, though with my tits (shit, I’m using their language now!) almost out of it, no panties and just my shoes and stockings on, I walked to the chaise and sat back on it, opened my legs and held my pussy lips open for them, I knew this had a hypnotic effect on them and sure enough they were all vying for position to get up close to my nether region. I posed shamelessly for them, enjoying myself immensely and getting turned-on once again.

“You dirty old men, you love looking at my wet pussy don’t you?” I teased, getting even more carried away with my language. You want to get as close to it as possible don’t you, you probably want to lick it and fuck it. You’ve had your fingers up me, and up my arse, but even that’s not enough is it. You disgusting old perverts, you love me squirming it around for you don’t you? Come over here Teddy, put down your camera; kneel in front of me, get your nose up at my lips, sniff me out! Go on, get closer, now lick me gently, lick my flaps, lick me out, make me juice up!” I was amazing myself with what I was saying, but Teddy wasn’t going to pass this up and he licked me lasciviously, slobbering as he worked his tongue all over my meaty bits, running it over my clitoris, along the inside and outside of my vaginal lips, then he opened me with two fingers and got his tongue as far down into my womb as he could. Then: “Oh shit!” he gasped “I’ve cum in my pants!”

“Clean yourself up Teddy,” I commanded, then: “Henry, I think it’s your birthday soon isn’t it?” I didn’t wait for a reply, but caught his eye and winked at him. “Get your cock out of your trousers and let me hold it for you.” He unzipped and I grasped his impressive (for a guy in his eighties) erection. I turned to the others, putting my face next to his manhood and looked directly at them. “Take Harold some nice birthday shots you lot! Lovely, now let’s see what you taste like Harold, let me put my lips over the end of that dick of yours. Hmm, you like that don’t you. Shall we let it go a little further in my mouth? Hmmm. Yummmm.” I couldn’t say any more with a mouthful of Harold down my throat, but I slowly fellated him, almost his full length. I didn’t gag at all; I’d never been one for giving oral sex, but I was in my element now, and Harold was the beneficiary. The cameras clicked away as I felt Harold tensing and with a cry of “Oh blimey, that’s good Suzy… ahhhh!” he splashed cum into the back of my throat. He withdrew and I turned to the cameras and let a little bit of spunk dribble out my mouth onto my chin. The men went wild.

“James,” I shouted, “get down to the chemist on the corner and buy some condoms; and be quick about it.” Off went James and the guys started applauding. Then they started removing their clothes! They knew that things had moved on to a critical stage. The atmosphere was highly charged. I told them to get on their backs; most of them still had their underpants on, but all of them had erections straining to get free. I went around the group and stood above each of them, legs apart letting them get photos and a damned good look right up me. I crouched over each in turn, pulling my vagina and my anus apart for maximum effect. I was completely and utterly wanton and uninhibited. Before I moved on to the next guy I sat down right on the faces, allowing them to lick and suck me as must as they liked; then I bent forward and gave each guy’s cock a little suck. Not too much, I didn’t want them cumming too soon!

James returned with a big bag from the chemist, and proceeded to tip out the condoms he’d bought.

“We’ll slow things down a little, chaps.” I said, “let’s get some artistic shots done shall we?” There was laughter at that. “Let’s start with you Michael – you’re sporting a fairly spectacular, what shall we say, ‘level of excitement’ aren’t you? John, you can direct proceedings, let’s get some shots of Michael entering me shall we?”

John gasped. So did Michael, but his was accompanied by the widest grin I’d ever seen. I was going to let him screw me and he couldn’t believe it. None of them could.

Once again I opened my legs wide and lay back. I brought my legs back towards my chest so my vagina was fully open. I was running wet with pussy juice. I placed my hands under my bum cheeks and looked Michael straight in the eyes while I said “Ok John, tell him what to do…”

“Michael. Get a condom on. That’s it. Now let’s have a nice shot of Suzy and you both fully in the frame, lets see you both. Lovely. Now put your dick about an inch away from Suzy’s pussy. Great. Hold it there, Michael. Let’s get some close-ups. Suzy, there’s juice dripping out of your cu.. – sorry, your pussy. Wonderful; make sure we get that fellas. OK Michael, put the head of your cock just at Suzy’s lips. Actually you’ve got a big ‘un haven’t you? Hope she can take it, its pretty wide too. Hold it there. Ready Suzy? Michael, just put the head a little inside her. Oh fantastic, look she almost sucked him in. Her pussy lips have just closed around his dick… She’s pretty stretched isn’t she? You OK, Suze? Yes? Good. All right put another inch up here. Oh I love that slurping sound from your pussy Suzy! Everyone got that? Hold it a little longer Michael. Wow, mate, you’re sweating! Ok, slip another inch up her. Lets have a little movement shall we – not too much now Michael, restrain yourself. Look at the juices pouring out of her. Another inch please. Lovely. Fucking hell that looks hot. That is SO fucking lovely. Put it all the way in Michael..”

At that point I felt him go right up into me. It was phenomenal. He had a huge penis; much bigger than my husband’s had been, and bigger than any I had had since (not many actually) and he thrust right up into my uterus. I let out a little scream and moved back to meet him, to make him come further inside me. This was too much for him and he began furiously pumping in and out of me, pulling at my clitoris with each thrust. Finally he let out a howl and came heavily into the condom, pushing himself right up into me and staying there panting while the guys took it all in. I was on the brink, I needed to cum myself, but I wanted to please someone else first. I pushed Michael away, raised my legs further and pulled my bum cheeks further apart still, holding my anus open.

“Gareth, you can have me in the arse if you like – as long as you’re gentle! James, while he’s up me you can attend to my clit!”

Michael pulled his pants to one side and his erection sprang forth. Fortunately he wasn’t as huge as Michael and I felt my bottom could fit around him. But what did I know? I was an anal virgin! But I know I needed this; I felt like a whore, but a whore who was enjoying her job!

James stood beside me and held my vagina open for Gareth to focus on, as I held my ring-piece open for him to fuck. James gently rubbed my clit and juices poured over my perineum and onto my bum hole. Gareth did the same as Michael had done to my pussy, for the benefit of the photographers – first he let his durex-covered cock rest against my ring, then he slowly pushed himself forward against my bottom’s resistance. I felt myself open a little and the head of his cock gently entered my anus. There was a slight stinging sensation at first and I asked him to come out again for a little. I reached down and got more lube out of my vagina and used it to spread in my arse. Then I let him have another try. This time the head went up me with no pain and my ring-piece closed around the shaft of his dick. The head was inside me! We stayed like that awhile, as I got used to the size of his cock in me, and I could feel my ring dilating a little. Then I let him go in further; all the while James was fingering my pussy and my clitoris and I was dripping juices. I was aware of the rest of the guys clustered around us, getting as good as view of me as they could. There was no sound apart from the heavy breathing and gasps from everybody – including me! I was very close to orgasm at this point, the feeling of Gareth’s cock in my bum, and James’s gentle frigging of my clit was taking me to hitherto unknown pleasures. As my rectum dilated further Gareth slid further up it and soon his whole length was inside and being gripped hard by my anal ring. Then I had the most shattering orgasm I had had in my life. The contractions were overpowering and I screamed with delight as I came. My bottom was gripping Gareth like a vice and I felt him emptying his balls in unison with me. It was too much for the guys; every last one of them got their cocks out and began wanking over me. Soon my lovely basque was splattered with spunk. The air in the studio smelled of cum and sweat and sex.

“Oh fucking hell – that was amazing” said someone, not for the first time. I felt hands all over me rubbing me and feeling inside my holes, having one last bit of pleasure for themselves as they subsided after their orgasms. I was completely exhausted, but feeling satisfied and fulfilled. What an evening! I retreated into the changing room and got out of my basque, cleaning myself up as best I could. Then with a quick kiss to everyone I left.

“Maybe we should keep future sessions just to this small group,” I suggested, “I’m not sure I could cope with more of you – great though it is!”

“Yes, some of us had talked about this, we thought you may feel that way, and we don’t want to miss out on a good thing.” This was John, speaking for the group. “We’ve decided to double your fee and thought we would use the small Travelodge hotel down the road, getting a regular booking for a room, on a different night. We’re going to tell any others that you decided not to carry on with the modelling – how’s that with you?”

And that’s how it all became a regular thing. I had found out something shocking but wonderful about my sexuality, and now had a regular, and paid for, way of getting fulfilled. Yum.

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The first week in the new location had an interesting start. The “boys” and I were sitting chatting, waiting for everyone to turn up. They were all very keen to talk about the last session. They had had their minds blown and couldn’t talk to anyone else about it so just unburdened themselves in the group.

“Well, for me, just being able to get close to Suzy’s pussy was the best bit,” confessed John. “I love sexy underwear, it really does it for me; my wife won’t get dolled up in it anymore, so I miss the old stocking and suspenders. But Suzy flaunting herself in hers, plus all the sexy posing and slowly removing it, almost made me cum half a dozen times. I loved being able to get up near her (sorry “your” Suzy) panty gusset with your legs open. And slowly revealing your pussy, then how it opened and seemed to unstuck as you let your legs go apart. Phew! Then you held your legs back and apart so I could see right up inside you and your bum-hole too. All lovely and glistening wet. Blimey I’m feeling like I want to cum now!”

“Calm down then John,” said Harold. “I love all that too, but haven’t really had sex with my wife properly for years – she says she’s too old for that nonsense. So I watch porn a lot; thank god for the internet. I thought I would never experience a blow-job or lick a woman’s pussy, sorry pussy – let alone a ravishing young woman’s like Suzy’s. I just dream about it now. All the time.”

“Oh, I get off on the striptease bit..” began Teddy.

“Hang on Teddy,” interrupted Gareth, “I’d like to know what Suzy feels about this. You said you were enjoying these sessions Suzy, tell us more.”

“Well,” I began, “it was all a surprise for me, I didn’t know how I was going to feel about it, but I knew that being naked in front of people was a turn on from my art class modelling. But I’ve amazed myself. I love being able to turn you guys on, I love the power of you that I have, but I get off on it anyway. I think you all being much older (sorry) than me has a part to play, but also feeling safe in front of you, and with you, is really important. It allows me to explore my needs, without worrying that you will go too far. You really were excellent with me the first time – and subsequently. You didn’t lose control, didn’t **** me or anything..” They looked horrified at this. “I know you wouldn’t, but you have to realise I didn’t know that. I want to do what gives you all a kick. That in turns gives me a kick. I’m still learning about myself though. Anyway, talking about it is wasting time, everyone’s here, so I think I should start with a striptease – seems popular with most of you. Then I think you can all have me…”

I had another new outfit on; underwear I knew they’d like, plus a sexy little tennis-style skirt and white blouse. I had white stockings and white heels; an alternative Wimbledon look!

I got one of the men to put a music radio station on and began my act. Most of them were videoing me as I danced, doing my best to emulate the strips I’d seen on the internet. I added some physical contact with each guy, either rubbing my chest in his face, or massaging his flies. Once or twice I sat astride someone’s outstretched leg and rubbed my crotch up and down it. I lay on the floor and opened up so they could see my white satin panty gusset; I knew they absolutely loved being teased that way as I shamelessly flaunted my open legs and ran a finger up the panty crotch. Then I put my hand down the front of my knickers and wanked myself for them; I was so wet down there that this was a sticky slurpy noise. Then I got up and undid my blouse leaving it open so they could see the quarter-cup bra that didn’t cover my nipples at all, but just lifted them up for attention. Then I offered my nipples around for a lick or a fondle.

The guys were getting hornier and hornier. I pulled down Teddy’s fly and got his knob out, then slowly began to masturbate him with my hand. Then I took the end into my mouth for a moment and he ejaculated over my face – just like that! I’d hardly given him a minute and he spunked all over me. There were cheers from the others as I passed James a condom and watched him get his cock out and put it on. Then I bent forward over the end of the bed and pulled my panties to one side. He didn’t need any instruction, just came over to me and slipped his cock up my twat. He pumped away into me and the others gathered around as usual, snapping away. He put a hand underneath me and began work on my clitoris as he rammed his cock into me. I felt my orgasm coming on and cried out. This set him off and he came into the condom with a yell.

He backed away and I fell onto the bed on my back. I still had my knickers on and so I opened up widely again to show the lads, but I was still reeling from cumming so soon in the evening. God, we were all really wanting this weren’t we? John came up close for his favourite shots and I raised my legs and pulled off my panties, slowly opening right up again so he could see my swollen pussy. Then another dirty thought occurred to me and I called out for someone to bring a towel from the bathroom. Michael brought me one and I put it in front of me, between my legs on the bed.

“Watch closely, guys,” I said, “You might want to capture this!” and I started to pee. With my legs so wide open my pee-hole was clearly visible and the piss shot upwards and landed on the towel. The guys were flabbergasted, but kept their cameras on me, with the exception of Harold who put his hand out and lay it on my pubes, then used his fingers to hold my lips apart as urine streamed out of me. As I subsided he slipped two fingers into my soaking pussy and then started to frig me with the thumb of his other hand. “Oh Harold, I cant cum again so soon, use both my holes!” I suggested and he immediately changed his posture so that he got four fingers of his hand up my pussy, then pushed his thumb up my arse-hole. He stopped for a moment to get his prick out of his trousers then while he debauched me with one hand, in both holes, he wanked himself off with the other! Michael walked to the side of the bed and placed his cock in my mouth and I sucked him greedily.

Then Harold began to cum and spunked over my little skirt; his hand came out from my business end. Michael started to shoot his load into my mouth and I swallowed him down. Gareth took his place immediately and slipped his length almost down my throat, holding my head with both hands and driving his cock into me. Meanwhile John had stationed himself at the foot of the bed and pulled me down towards him a little. Then he raised my legs up and pushed them back, stuck his fingers in my pussy and twisted them round to get them covered in my juice (and oh it felt good too!). Then he smeared the juice on my anus and put his cock at my bum entrance. As Gareth continued fucking my head, John entered my anus. I felt the shaft of his penis slide up past my anal-ring and his length ream up my rectum. Teddy was up for more now and he began clit duties and slipping a finger up my snatch as John buggered me.

I don’t remember who came first, but in the next few seconds Michael voided his balls in my throat, John filled the condom in my arse and I orgasmed for the second time! It had all been caught on film. None of us could continue for a while, so someone put the kettle on and another one of the guys opened some bottles of beer.

We had some fun later. Having all had a cum one way or another, we set up a number of “interesting” poses for me, either alone or being screwed by one of more of the guys. They included:

Me with my legs wide apart (surprise, surprise) and every guy having at least one finger up my pussy.
A shot of my face alongside six impressive erections.
Two of the guys holding me off the ground as they slowly impaled me on a third guys cock (various permutations of men in these!), big grin on my face.
Me on all fours peeing on another towel. With Harold holding my vagina apart. Also with a finger up my anus as I peed.
Me sitting on each guys face.
Me sucking off each guy. Some caught mid-jizz!
Being buggered by each guy. Usually me on all fours.
Harold and Michael double penetrating me. Harold on his back with me astride him, bottom up and Michael entering my arse. This felt fucking fantastic, and we set up so everyone had a go at it. None of us had ever participated on a “dp” before our sessions. None of the guys could do it for long; they were so excited they came in seconds it seemed to me. Even I came again – three times in an evening – a record! I was exhausted after these shots and called time.

So it was the end of the evening. We all needed cleaning up and the benefit of using the hotel was a good bathroom. We all showered – me last; assisted by all the naked men. Once again I was comprehensively felt up, fingered and generally sexually m*****ed; it was wonderful! And I was soaped down to perfection and then oiled up by six sets of hands.

What was I going to do at the next session?

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Over the next few days my imagination ran riot. I found myself thinking about what the various men had said about what turned them on, and discussions about their relationships with their wives and their general lack of a fulfilling sex-life. The more I thought about it the more I could see the situation from their point of view and the more I relished my role in making it a life-changing experience for them all – and for me. I played with the stories that John and Harold had told me; about their favourite parts of the sessions, and determined a pattern for the next few weeks. I reckoned that I could do two “solo” stints each week, where I would concentrate on mutually stimulating and satisfying one guy at a time, while the others watched. I fantasised about what I would do with each of them and laid my plans.

When the day came, I waited until all the guys had arrived and outlined my suggestion. John and Harold were understandably enthusiastic, but the others were pretty happy too; essentially they got the chance to take a couple of porno movies or sets of still for their own use, and with no holds (or holes) barred access to the action, and as close-up as they liked. And they knew that in the next couple of weeks they’d get a starring role too!

So first up was John. He played the role of a photographer (easy!) whose model begins as a prim and proper young lady (I had some old fashioned secretarial style specs and a long traditional tweed skirt and flat shoes on, with my hair in a bun all ready) and, lets say, she gets carried away! Not a difficult scenario for us to act out.

John directs me in a number of proper poses, very demure and innocent, but then he pretends to make me a drink and drop some liquid into it while I’m not looking. Then I lose my inhibitions. I begin to let John touch me and arrange me in poses of his choice. Gradually he explores riskier and riskier poses for me, as if he’s not sure that the d**g is having an effect. First he gets me to undo buttons on my blouse; then I undo it and show I’m wearing a silk slip underneath. I tantalise my breasts with my hands and push them together while John gets up close and focuses his camera down my cleavage. I raise my skirt so he can see my stocking tops and my seams, then I let him lay on his back and step over him for a series of upshots. Eventually I take off the skirt and stand there in my slip, then I let the straps fall from my shoulders and my bra is on view. John grabs my breasts and fondles them greedily, rubbing his lips over my C-cups. My nipples respond and I feel electric shocks in my pussy. I fold down the fronts of my bra and expose my breasts for him. He begins to lick each nipple in turn, photographs forgotten now, as he slides his hand down over the slip and rubs my pubic area. I respond by laying back on the bed and lifting up my legs so the slip slides back and exposes my legs up to my panties. These are full-cut shiny white nylon and as I place my feet on the foot of the bed and open my knees, my panty gusset is presented to John just as I know he loves it. I can tell he’s in heaven at this moment and he gets down and kneels with his face inches from my crotch. I expect him to begin to rub me with his fingers but instead he begins to press his face against my gusset and rub and massage his cheeks, his nose, his chin and his forehead against my increasingly wet pussy covering. I feel myself begin to juice up and realise how I am getting a kick out of this too. John proceeds to lick my gusset and then finally gets his hands in on the action and runs one under the front of my panties over my pubic hair, then down, slowly down until he is gently touching my clitoris. Still he licks my panty crotch and the inside of my thighs. We are dimly aware of the other men around us, and I am gushing pussy-juice into my knickers. Then John brings my legs together and begins to pull my panties off. They are slightly stuck to my pussy at the gusset and there are good shots of John pulling them away from my pussy-lips. Then the panties are off and my vagina is fully displayed. I put my feet down again, legs far apart, and John sinks his face onto my pussy. He runs his lips up and down my slit and commences special licking attention on my dripping clit. This takes me to my peak, I have been thinking of this for a week, and I begin breathing heavily as the first twinges of orgasm start in my womb. John is obviously aware of what he’s done and in a jiffy he unzips his fly, gets out his cock, slips on a condom and plunges it up me. I buck with orgasm as he ravishes me, pumping away; he grasps my feet and pulls them upwards as he seems to be trying to get his whole body up my pussy. He is grinding into me and I realise he is having a massive cum. When finally he is drained I look at the condom and realise it seems swollen with spunk. It’s beginning to run out the base. He must have really saved all that up!

“Wow Suzy!” said James, “another great show! A bit stilted at first when you were both trying to act, but that all seemed to go out the window once you got started. Fucking ace! Your pussy close-ups were amazing, there were juices pouring out of you – are you still really wet?” I gave him a look and a smile and he put a couple of fingers up me to check.

“It’s not your week, James” I admonished him with a smile. “That’ll have to tide you over ‘til your turn.” Gareth, Teddy and Michael had seen this little manoeuvre of James, and now they asked for something to tide them over too. I lay back on the bed and let each of them put fingers in my arse or my pussy, or give me a little lick. This almost got me going again, but I managed to resist. “Let’s have a break now boys, so I can get ready for Harold!”

As the boys made coffee or poured out some beers, I got changed in the bathroom. I was really looking forward to giving old Harold a treat! I put on some very special and expensive new panties. These are two-tone silk in red and cream, full-cut with a nice wide and soft gusset, but they have tie-sides. They feel so smooth and soft and they are a turn-on for me just to wear them. I know Harold will love them too. I slide some red silk hold-ups onto my legs and marvel at how sensual these feel as well. Then I strap myself into a red silk quarter-cup bra that leaves my breasts fully exposed. Finally I slip into a rather lovely little short-sleeved dress that opens down the front with a zip. I call out to make sure Harold is ready for me and receive a positive croak in response.

“Yes, he’s ready” one of the others says, “he’s just a bit overcome at the thought he’s going to be centre-stage with you Suzy!”

I come out of the bathroom to see Harold standing at the foot of the bed, red-faced and looking very pleased with himself. The others are gathered round and sitting in silence, cameras trained on me as I appear.

I instruct Harold to stand still and I gradually undress him. This is NOT what he was expecting. Eventually I have him down to his boxer shorts. My ministrations have resulted in a large erection that his pants can’t disguise. I stand behind him and place a hand on the front of his boxers, holding his manhood. Then I kneel in front of him and undo the zip at the front of my dress, letting it fall completely open. I open his fly and let his penis out then press my breasts around it, cupping them under the bra and ensuring my nipples touch the sides of his dick as I slowly rub them along its length. Harold holds his head back in ecstasy. Then I take his knob into my mouth and let my lips encase his helmet. I hold him there and let my tongue gently do some work on the tip of his cock. His breathing is getting heavier and I can feel him urging his cock into my mouth, but I don’t let him. I just let my lips work on the tip. I lick and caress him with my tongue.

Harold is almost on the point of cumming I can tell, so I back off and shrug off the dress. The watching guys shift position and I tell Harold to lie on his back on the bed, his cock sticking up through his underpants. This is a distraction so I remove them, Harold has to raise his bum a little so I can pull them off him. Now Harold is completely naked and at my mercy. I let everyone have a good view of my underwear and then I climb on the bed with my knees each side of Harold’s head, my panty crotch above his face and I face his feet. And his cock! Then I slowly and gently settle down with my gusset on his mouth. Harold’s dick twitches and grows and his hand grabs it.

“Oh no, no no, Harold!” I chide, “No touching cock please!” And I pull his hand away and guide him to my nipples which he begins massaging gently. I settle even further onto his face and my bum cheeks open out and seem to melt over his cheeks. My whole crotch is now poured over his mouth and nose and I can feel his breath going through the panty material and up my vagina. I slide back and forth rubbing my business end against his face, then get ready for his main treat. I reach down to each side of my panties and slowly undo the tie-sides, letting the back and front of the panties fall away onto Harold’s head. The gusset is still between my pussy and his mouth. I gently pull the front of the panties upwards and they slide out from between us. My vagina lips are now spread, open and dripping onto Harold’s mouth. I feel his tongue go up me and begin licking me out. He is producing vast quantities of saliva and I am gushing juices to meet him. His tongue slides all around my flaps and over my clitoris, his nose slides into my anus, then my vagina. I grind away at his face and he responds by moving his head around to get better access to my private and secret places. Not so secret now though! I push my clit down on his mouth and my anus comes up for air. The guys get photos of my ring-piece as it opens and closes above Harold’s face. I sense we are both getting near climax and I put my head down onto Harold’s lap and take his cock right down my throat. As I do this I can feel him begin to shoot his load into me and I start to orgasm with the twin delights of his penis at the back of my throat and his tongue up my pussy. Harold finally gets his hands free and sticks fingers up my arse and my pussy as I thrust down against him.

“I know you’re not finished yet Harold” I say, “I know there’s another cum in you!” and I get him to sit on the end of the bed while I lie down into his lap and take his wet limp cock into my gob. As I do so I feel his first stirrings. Attaboy! He may be old, but the desire is there and the urge isn’t diminished! I relax on the bed, laying on my front with my head in his chest, luxuriating in my post-orgasm glow, his growing cock in my mouth and I suck it very gently and lovingly. Then Harold slowly and gently begins to fuck my face. I don’t have to move, just lie there with Harold cradling my head and he thrusts slowly and sensually between my lips. This is wonderful and I relax my body further, letting my legs open wider and wider so my pussy and arse-hole are nicely visible to the guys.

Harold continues to pleasure my face and I begin to writhe slightly on the bed, my bottom rising a little as I do so, juices sliding out of my pussy and onto the bed cover. My legs open wider.

“Suzy, Its John. Its still my week. Can I help you out?” Comes a voice beside me. I can’t speak, my mouth being full of Harold’s dick, but I nod. I feel John’s hands on my bum cheeks and then sliding over my anus and pussy. He finds my clit and starts a slow fingering. Then he puts most of his hand up my vagina – for fuck’s sake, it almost sucks him in! Then I am aware of him removing his clothes and getting on the bed behind me, between my open thighs. Seconds later he has put on a condom and his prick is up my pussy. I am being gently spit-roasted by John and Harold. It is fantastic. I don’t know how long this goes on, maybe ten minutes, maybe more. We are in a rhythm and it feels like we can keep it up forever. The other guys change position to get their photos and occasionally have a little feel of the action, maybe touching my mouth where Harold’s dick is shafting me, or slipping a finger in my hole next to John’s penis. Naughty boys!

Finally I feel John withdraw and reposition himself at my anus. His bell-end pushes at my small hole and I gladly let him in me. He slides up my rectum in one smooth action and resumes the slow regular invasions. He opens his own legs as far as he can, pushing mine even further apart. Harold slightly quickens his pace on my throat and then I feel him empty his balls into me; I almost choke on the amount of cum he produces and it fills my mouth before I can swallow it all. Some drips out of the corner of my mouth as Harold gasps with release. As Harold takes his cock out of my mouth someone’s fingers go under me and up my pussy, beneath John’s cock which is of course up my bum. Then John starts to cum and he bucks with his orgasm filling up his durex. I can’t cum any more, I’m exhausted and happy. I loved the 15 minutes of double shafting I was getting, and now I feel totally fulfilled. I turn on my back, bend and open my legs and let cum dribble from my anus and my mouth. The guys go wild for pictures and I wet myself a little, peeing on the bed-cover. There is a round of applause as I let more pee out, and Gareth gets in position and fingers my pee-hole, making me piss more – he catches it in his mouth and swallows. Now that really is a dirty man! I lay back and shut my eyes. I’m fucked!

“Well John and Harold, I hope you both enjoyed your special session,” I say as I begin to get up. Then the guys all follow me, as usual, into the bathroom and “help” me fully undress, shower and get dressed. They took it in turns to soap me and finger me as they did so, towel me dry and pull on my panties and help me get my boobs comfortable in my bra. It was like being royalty! Maybe not exactly!

Anyway, I told them that it would be James and Michael’s turns next week. As I left James came over for a quiet word and told me he had something in mind, would I mind if he brought an outfit for me to wear. I was happy to do so and wondered what he had in mind. All he would say was that it was a fantasy of his that he wanted to experience. I was quite excited!

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When I arrived the following week I had a lovely feeling of anticipation. I hoped that James’s fantasy wasn’t one that involved being smeared in jam or something. John was there when I arrived, as was James. Harold was unable to come that evening and I hoped I hadn’t given him a heart attack! I gave both the boys a kiss and they both took the opportunity to feel my breasts and my bottom. I didn’t resist, but told them to go easy and not get over-excited. Then Gareth, Teddy and Michael arrived and as I gave them each a kiss I thought it only fair to give them a little fondle on the front of their trousers, or take a hand and rub it over my crotch.

I took James aside into the corner and asked him what he wanted me to do. He told me he had a ballet fantasy and had bought some ballet pumps, a white t-shirt and a tutu for me to wear. He also had long white hold-ups in his bag. “Where are the panties?” I asked, and he explained that the whole point of his fantasy was that the dancer didn’t wear any! He was keen for a set of photos of me doing various ballet poses, legs out, legs open, bending down etc, with my pussy fully on display, but looking as if I had forgotten to put on my knickers. He would also like to be in them with me, fingering me, looking up me and eventually fucking me in the various ballet positions. Wow! That sounded pretty damn sexy to me too! I took the clothes and went into the bathroom to change, telling the others to get ready and to take plenty of shots for James, as well as making sure there were some videos too.

I stripped off my clothes. During the week I had decided to spring a little surprise on the guys, and had shaved my pubes completely. They were not going to have to wait long to see my newly-bare vagina. It was lovely and smooth; I had taken much care over doing it, and now, dusted with talcum and open to the air, I ran my fingers over it and parted my lips. I was a little wet down there and I let a finger go up my love-tunnel. That’s not all that will be up there tonight. It felt odd to be dressed as a ballet dancer, but with all my private area uncovered. The stockings were very long, right to the top of my legs, and they held tightly. The tutu wasn’t very full, but it was nicely ruffled; it went around my waist and stuck out sideways with a slight droop. It didn’t cover much! The T-shirt top was tight over my underwired bra and was very flattering to my breasts. I looked at myself in the mirror, put some finishing touches to my make-up and strode out.

James was waiting outside the door and his face lit up when he saw me. The cameras began to click away as I told James to direct me in his preferred poses. I had to start by raising my arms above my head. This brought the tutu up slightly and my shaved triangle came into view. There was an immediate round of applause and a whispered “thank you, Suzy” in my ear from James. Then I spun around for shots of my naked bum. I did a number of relatively soft-core poses; legs together, some sitting, some lying down. Then James asked me to raise one leg out and back and we were off on more intimate shots of my pussy gradually opening wider as my leg was placed on the edge of the bed, up against the wall and so on. Then I had to bend forward from the waist and shots were taken of my bottom as my anus slowly came into sight. Then with the legs apart I had to semi-squat so that my anal-ring was opened as far as possible and my pussy was fully displayed. I was getting wet and feeling randy by now, and I guess James was too, judging my the bulge in his trousers.

Eventually he came over to me to join in the poses. I managed some with a leg over his shoulder, and some where he lifted me up with my bum open towards the other guys. Then he stood me up and lifted a leg with one hand while he put the other between my legs and gently massaged my crotch. I dripped onto his hand and he spread my juices across my labia and my clitoris. He massaged the entire area, over my bum-hole and perineum, slipping a finger up me now and then. Then he put four fingers up my pussy and his thumb in my arse, just as he’s seen Harold do last week, and he frigged me mercilessly. I started to cum, I couldn’t help myself. James unzipped his fly and got his cock out, slid on a condom, then plunged straight up my pussy. He put his wet hands round my front and rubbed at my clit but this was too much for me, I was too sensitive there and I almost collapsed. I gushed out more juice and James withdrew his prick and slipped his whole fist up my vagina. I was in heaven. Then he smeared my juices all over my bottom, pulled up the T-shirt and slid his hands over my bra. He pulled the shirt over my head and undid the bra, letting my tits out; then he ran my juices all over them, my nipples responding beautifully. All the time I was conscious of giving good poses for the lads. James was desperate to have me in as many ways as possible as I still shook with my orgasm. He turned me round and made me bend forward as he plunged his cock into my mouth and held my head as he pumped into me. I sensed that he was close to cumming and finally he moved to my back-end, pulled my bum-cheeks apart, took lubrication from my pussy and transferred it to my anus, before entering my little puckered bum-hole. He went easily and steadily up my bottom, checking that I was OK and I nodded assent. Then he slowly shafted my rectum for a few thrusts before, with a gasp, he came long and hard.

But James wasn’t finished. He pulled off the condom and wiped himself, then arranged me on the bed in a variety of just-fucked poses; first on my back, legs akimbo, pussy wet and glistening, shaved pudenda smoothly glowing; then on my tummy, my arse propped on a pillow, wide apart and my just-shagged anal-ring winking back. Finally he slipped his fingers in each hole for a few more memento shots.

“Suzy,” he said, “just stay there like that a little while the lads cum over you, is that OK?” I was surprised but had no problem with this. James took up his camera as the rest of the guys, excluding Michael (obviously saving himself for later) gathered round me and began to wank themselves. I turned my head to watch them as they took their dicks in their hands and began stropping. None of them made eye contact with each other, they were focused exclusively on my pussy and anus, so I clenched and unclenched myself to make my holes open and close. Then I reached back and used my hands to pull myself apart and rhythmically offer my opening to them. There was a satisfying wet squelching noise from between my legs. Then one of the guys started spurting over my back and my bum, gobbets going onto the tutu. This sparked off the others and within a few seconds everyone had unloaded onto me.

“I’ll lie here while you lot clean me up” I commanded, and sure enough a minute later various hands busily began a process of flannelling me clean as I lay on the bed. My crotch was particularly well served!

Time for a drink as I asked Michael how he wanted to use his session. His requirement was particularly easy for me. He wanted me completely naked! No stocking and suspenders, no sexy underwear, just me in the nude. He wanted to feel and lick me all over. He was keen for me to have quite heavy make-up though so I put a towel around myself and got made up in the bathroom. I emphasised my eyes, putting shadow all around them, rouged my cheeks well and used my reddest lipstick and gloss. I put my hair up and tied it with a bright red ribbon. I looked like a Victorian tart! Sexy though!

Michael was extremely appreciative of how I looked. He wasn’t naked, at least not yet, and was fully clothed as I teetered over to him in some very high heels. “Are shoes OK, Michael?” I asked and got a smiling nod in reply.

He grasped my sides and turned me around, standing behind me. The other guys were ranged in front of me and all cameras were focused on us. Michael raised my arms outwards and then slid his hands under my breasts, feeling their weight and offering them forwards to the photographers. He fondled them steadily and transferred attention to my nipples, making them pout and spring forward. One or two of the others came closer for shots of my tits while some were happy to capture the whole scene. There were many appreciative comments about my figure and how nice my skin was – I was very flattered.

Then Michael turned me around again so that I faced him. He asked me to stand with my legs well apart and put his hand on my crotch for a little feel. Then he stood back and got me to touch the floor with my hands, ensuring my arse was open fully and my vagina and anus were on full show to the randy photographers. Then, standing beside me, he held my buttocks open so that nothing could be missed of my most intimate parts. Then he placed a finger inside my pussy and worked it in and out a while, getting my juices flowing nicely. Once I was really wet he transferred juices onto my pussy lips and massaged them, making the whole area glisten with my wetness. Then he placed a finger from each and up me and pulled my lips apart for good internal shots.

“Good grief I can see right up your pussy, Sue,” said Gareth, “the light is shining right up you! Fantastic! Open your knees a bit more and see how far up you we can see!” I did as I was told, eventually sinking onto my knees as I opened as far as possible. I was still amazed, that after the number of times the guys had seen my vagina and anus, they never tired of it. In fact I believe I could just sit and lay around with my legs apart all day and they would be in heaven just looking up me and at my privates. Every so often they’d want to feel it of course, and fuck it too… I was wondering when Michael would need to do that. I was certainly in need.

He had another thing in mind first though. As I knelt there in the room, with all the cameras trained on my wet open crotch, Michael was getting his fingers lubricated and I soon found out why. He placed a finger against my anal ring and slid it up my small hole. Then he put another slippery finger up next to it and slowly frigged my arse, making sure everyone got a good view. Then his remaining fingers went in my pussy and I was nicely and robustly double-fingered for everyone’s pleasure, including mine.

I was needing orgasm badly by now and I think my gasps and deep breaths made it obvious. Michael took pity and slipped on a condom and up my pussy in a jiffy. He didn’t rush, just gave me long slow strokes while the guys came closer for good shots, or put their cameras under me for some original perspectives. Then he began to finger my clitoris and I started pouring with sticky juice. Michael withdrew, transferred my pre-orgasm wetness onto my anus and went up my arse, still rubbing my clit. That was it, I started cumming loudly and I felt Michael arch his back and speed up his anal intrusion. With a deep groan he emptied himself into the condom in my arse and continued to pump away. Most of the other guys were filming single-handed by now, wanking off with the other hand; their films must be shaky I thought as my orgasm subsided. I was then fairly covered in spunk from them as their release came. Phew, another good little session. Michael was happy; the other guys were happy, and guess what? I was happy too!


Another successful evening. That would keep me going for a week, and hopefully the guys too. Gareth and Teddy next week. I checked them both out and they were pretty excited already at the thought of it. Did I need to plan anything, was there anything special they wanted me to wear? Both said they knew what they wanted me to do. Gareth suggested I had plenty of water to drink before his session, and not to have a pee before we started, so I had an inkling of what he was up for! Teddy was less open about his plans but was keen for me to wear sexy stuff, stockings, sussies etc and wondered if I had some split-crotch panties. I didn’t, but I resolved to get some …


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I was beginning to think that maybe I’m some sort of a freak. No other women I have known have ever indicated that they may have the same kink as I have. I have done internet searches and found confessions from women who like sex with older men, but they haven’t been group sex. And most seem to be fantasies. Maybe I’m just lucky, but I have a feeling I’m in a very small minority here. Anyway, I’m having a great time and I don’t feel I’m exploited; I’m certainly appreciated! And well treated. But I do have times when I worry about what I’m doing. Then, after a few days, and when the weekly meet is coming up I get so damned horny I forgive myself for having these thoughts. This week I also had a little visit to my usual underwear supplier.

When I got to the hotel next time I was quite early, but Gareth was there already and reminded me that he wanted me to have plenty to drink. I reassured him that I hadn’t forgotten and that I was already feeling in need of a pee, but not desperately. I went into the loo to get changed as Gareth began opening a large hold-all and taking out towels.

I wore a rather nice matching set of red satin undies: tie-sided panties, under-wired push-up bra, deep suspender belt and red stockings. Then I had some rather old, but still serviceable, red high heels and over it all a forties-style red dress with white polka-dots. As I came out I noticed everyone was present and all were brandishing their cameras in readiness. Someone put on a music channel on the hotel TV and I began to move around for the boys. Gareth took control, getting me to sit and bend in various positions, ensuring they got a flash of panty and especially panty-gusset.

After a few minutes of this teasing Gareth unzipped my dress for me and helped me off with it. Then we moved into what was clearly his main interest. This entailed my crouching down with my knees well apart so that my panty-covered crotch was nicely visible. Gareth got down low and got me to lean back against the wall so my gusset was pushed forwards. Then he went to work with his fingers over the panty crotch area and I felt tingling in my vagina as he played with me. He had one hand under my bottom feeling the panty nylon over my anus and the other hand was paying attention to my clit and external lips. I felt my panties getting wetter with my juices. Gareth’s camera was on the floor pointing directly between my legs, the guys were generally focusing on the same area. As he stroked me, I felt his fingers move briefly to the side and he undid the ties that held the panties in place. He continued his wanking of my privates and the panties fell away, exposing me fully, as I’ve been exposed to these men so may times. Once again they roared with approval and I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. Then Gareth opened my pussy lips and pulled a couple of towels under me. He signalled one of the others and another towel was put in place. Then he whispered “let it go whenever you want, Suzy, but try to make it last!”

Having drunk quite a lot of water in the previous hour, and with the pressure of my suspender belt on my bladder from the squatting position I was in, this request didn’t come too soon. I began to relax my vagina and felt my pee-hole begin to distend. “Oh, yes, she’s opening up” said John and I felt the first drips of pee begin to flow.

“Fuck, yes!” breathed Gareth as I began to piss onto the towels. Gareth still had one hand on my anus, with a finger gradually entering my ring, while with the fingers of the other he held my lips apart as the pee flowed. I did my best at making it last, which wasn’t too hard as there seemed to be pints of it. I managed to raise my pelvis a little to give a better view, and Gareth’s hand on my arse helped lift me more. The pee began to flow with more intensity and was shooting forward into the room. Just in time, Teddy threw another towel out and managed to save the carpet. I slid forward and lay on my back, Gareth had to take his hands away and then I lifted both legs up, back and apart and continued weeing for my audience. Gareth looked like he was in heaven as he took his prick out and began wanking over me. In seconds he ejaculated great gobbets of cum over my nice bra. “I hope some of you got good shots of that” he said, “I got carried away and forgot the camera!”

I looked at him to make sure he was satisfied with what I had done for him, and I saw he had another little scene in mind. “Let me clean you off, Suzy” he said, standing over me as I lay on the damp towels with my legs wide apart, my panties off and the rest of my red underwear dotted with his cum. Then he began to pee over my chest and washed the cum off me and my spattered brassiere.

“Blimey Gareth, you’re a kinky sod!” said James with a big grin on his face and everyone gave us a round of applause. I winked at Teddy and mouthed “Your turn next” at him as I retreated to the bathroom to wash myself down and get into another outfit.

I could hear murmurs from the room as the men discussed Gareth’s session and presumably readied themselves for the next one. I concentrated on Teddy, knowing that his fantasies included sexy underwear big time, and that he really appreciated what I wore. He was never just a man who wanted me to get them out, or get naked as soon as possible – I had watched him in previous sessions and could see how he focused on my underwear as he took his shots, how he liked to catch the fabrics, how he sought out interesting angles to capture me as I unzipped, or unhooked, or unclasped stockings or bras, and he loved it as I slowly removed my panties, gradually exposing my secret places. I knew he would love my newest purchase.

I joined the boys and we had tea and a chat. It was a very pleasant time as I fondled some of them through their trousers or unzipped them and held a dick or two. We had a lazy feely session for about 30 minutes where they attended to my breasts and bottom over my clothes. I didn’t let them see my underwear, but I was happy that this was getting us all into a state of excitement. Finally I was ready for Teddy. Groan!

Actually Teddy turned out to be a surprise.

For a start he handed his camera to Harold and instructed him to capture everything for him. So I got him to sit on the end of the bed and I sat astride him and ground myself onto his lap. I felt him respond as his penis tightened his trousers. I was wearing a long full 50’s style skirt and a plain white blouse. I had no stockings on, but some mid-height blue heels. I took one of his hands and pulled it down onto his lap and lifted my skirt over it so no-one could see it as I sat with my legs apart on his knees, facing him. I watched his face intently as I felt his fingers slowly run up my leg seeking my panty crotch. Then, as he found the edge of my panties the look of surprise and elation when he discovered that they didn’t cover my pussy was great fun. I felt his penis jump as he slid a couple of fingers into my vagina. “Oh Suzy, split-crotch panties! Thank you, thank you!”

“Want to see them?” I asked, and I stood up and removed the skirt by unzipping it at the back and letting it fall.

I stood in front of Teddy nice and straight so he could see the panties properly. They were really lovely, made of a mid-blue silk with black lace around the waist and the legs, but also the entire crotch area was missing. This too was framed with black lace; the panties were beautifully made and quite expensive. They could have been tailor-made for my privates; whoever designed them certainly got it right. Just standing there you couldn’t fully appreciate how well they did the job, so I turned round with my back to Teddy and bent forward to touch my toes, standing legs-apart as I did so. You could hear a pin drop as I slowly bent forward and the gusset, or lack of it, came into view. My vagina and my anus were completely visible, framed sensually by the black lace of the panties. I swayed slightly from side to side to open up my lips and to make my anal-ring wink a little. I was pretty wet by now.

Suddenly I felt breath on my pussy and Teddy’s mouth was planted full-square on my lady-bits. I was wet enough, but Teddy’s saliva poured onto me and he began sucking and licking with a fury. I was stunned. I opened my legs further and pushed back at him as he hungrily devoured me. Then seconds later I began to shudder with my own orgasm and a surge of juices ran out of me.

Teddy was pulling off his clothes and pulling on a Johnny as I came, then he plunged his dick up my vagina and pumped away. My heels made me just the right height to accommodate him. Everyone else followed his lead and stripped off; there were six completely naked men and me in the room. Some put down their cameras, others operated one-handed as they began to pleasure themselves.

“Can we DP you Suzy?” asked Michael, and I realised what the guys had been talking about as I had been changing.

“Oh, yes” I replied, “do me in both holes, guys. Do me in all holes!”

“Hang on a minute, though” said Teddy “This is my session!”

I was feeling completely wanton and desperate for all of them. I felt almost wild and feral at that moment. But there was a different atmosphere in the room too, and I was just beginning to pick up on it. I wish now that I hadn’t been quite so positive about the dp.

I was standing up - just; bent forward with Teddy up my pussy, my lovely panties still in place and my top still covered by my bra (which they hadn’t seen yet) and my blouse. I was in heaven, feeling Teddy’s long cock sliding in and out of me, gradually speeding up and seeming to get further inside me with each thrust. Sometimes he stopped when fully up me, his body pressing against my buttocks as his penis was pushed right into my uterus. I felt someone stand beside me and begin to fondle my bust as it hung down, it was Michael. Then his fingers were undoing my blouse buttons and then transferring fondle action to my bra. This matched the split-crotch panties – mid-blue silk with black lace trim; “lovely matching undies” breathed Harold as he videoed the action, “someone get her blouse off so we can see it properly” he continued, and Michael helped me remove it, as Teddy continued to do me.

I spread my legs a little as the guys stood back so Harold could get good shots of me being rogered in my underwear; I took the opportunity to take a look at all the stiff penises ready to have me, and felt more juices forming in my vagina.

“Come on Teddy, I thought we were going to dp her!” shouted James, with a hint of anger in his voice.

“OK, I’ll take a break” agreed Teddy.

James said “lets do her standing up” and stood still with his engorged prick magnificent. He rolled a durex over it and got a handful of lube on his fingers while he gave me a dirty grin. I walked over to him and pressed my anus against his manhood as he reached down and slipped his slimy fingers in my little hole. Seconds later his big dick was past my ring and reaming me out. Michael came over and stood in front of me, his prick johnny’d-up and attentive. He grabbed my bra cups and lifted them over my boobs so they came free, then reached round behind me to undo and remove the bra completely, then he pushed his chest against me, sandwiching me hard between himself and James. His penis pressed against my mound. I was dripping. He reached for his erection and pushed it down as he moved his hips slightly away from mine. Then he was in my pussy and I was full! I had James in my arse and Michael in my pussy! I felt dizzy with the naughtiness of it! The others were frantically trying to get good views of me being double penetrated. James and Michael were really going for it, really pumping me vigorously. Rather getting carried away.

“Michael, lift Suzy’s legs off the floor, then we can see better” said John, as Michael reached down for me legs and I felt myself being held by a combination of his arms and both men’s bodies. I was at their mercy now and no mistake. I was almost in a sitting position but three feet off the floor. My crotch was being pulled open and the guys were able to look right up and see those two cocks entering me, as well as all the juices dripping out of me and onto my thighs.

“Fucking hell, you dirty bitch” said John as he came alongside us and put his fingers on my perineum, feeling my holes as his mates dicks went in and out of me. “I reckon I could get a finger alongside each prick guys!” he shouted. He was breathing hard and fast, his face was purple.

I wasn’t sure about this. I felt uncomfortable about his language and he wasn’t asking my permission. I looked across at Harold who was still filming and he looked concerned. But before I could say anything I felt John’s fingers pushing into me as the other guys thrust up my holes. Fortunately I was VERY wet down there but even so, it was painful as my anus was stretched to its utmost and his finger and James’s cock went up me. My vagina was more accessible and John’s finger and Michael’s cock were just about OK. But I didn’t like the feeling of being quite so taken for granted.

“Shit, this is good, Suzy’s twat is fucking begging for it! Her flaps are sopping wet; God she needs this!” said John as he pulled and pushed at my privates.

“Oh yes, Suzy is being VERY dirty” agreed James and he started roughly pounding my arse along with John’s finger. Michael was whistling and going at me like a hammer. I was being tossed around and was helpless as I had no foot on the ground.

“Please guys, that’s enough!” I cried. “John, I’m not ready for your fingers too! You’re hurting me, its too rough. Let me down now”.

They ignored me. “Harold, I hope you’re getting this, this is fantastic. She’s getting a real seeing-too now the randy cow! This is what she really wants from us!” said Michael. I was shocked and felt horrible. I felt that I was being ****d. Harold put down the camera and he and Gareth and Teddy sprang over and pulled the others off me.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!” erupted Gareth. He looked appalled. “How can you do that to Suzy after all she’s done for you? Didn’t you hear her? Didn’t you realise you were being rough and that she didn’t like what you were making her do? What kind of people are you? I thought you were decent blokes. Get the hell out of here!”

I ran to the bathroom and shut the door. I wasn’t hurt, just really, really shocked and disappointed and let down. I had been having such a fantastic sexual life in the past weeks, thinking I had found nirvana, when these guys, who I thought we had built up a mutual trust and respect, had acted like b**sts and let me down so badly. I burst into tears as I could hear sounds of scuffling and the slamming of the hotel room door.

Eventually I calmed down. I put a bath towel around myself and left the bathroom. I saw Harold, Gareth and Michael standing there looking embarrassed and morose. “Oh Suzy” said Michael, “that was so awful. We’re so sorry that happened. How can you trust any of us ever again! We can’t fathom why they did that. They had been talking together in corners in recent weeks so we think they must have planned it. They clearly had a different attitude to sex and women than we do. We’re so sorry. We don’t know what to say. How can we make it right?”

They looked so dejected and depressed I almost broke down again. Instead I went over to them and grabbed them all in a great big hug. We stood like that, just holding each other for ages. No-one touched me inappropriately. It just felt warm and comforting. Harold had tears running down his cheeks.

“Well” I said, “if there’s just the four of us we can meet in my flat in future; and you won’t have to share me so much, will you?” I paused for a few seconds. “Their loss!”



THE END