Stephanie is exposed
It is a lunchtime barbecue at a friend’s house. The garden is huge and guests are sitting or lying on the grass. The air smells of flowers, sun cream and Pims.
I am lounging on the grass next to you when I begin to run my fingers up your leg. You tell me not but I am insistent and my middle finger eventually reaches the edge of your knickers. I can feel the heat from your pussy as I begin to gently massage the thin fabric covering your hole. You look around but no one is watching so you gradually move your legs apart so I have easier access. I can already feel that the cotton is damp from your juices. You close your eyes and bite your lip to stifle your moans. I want to make you cum in front of all the guests.
Suddenly Lucy and Charles walk over to where we are lounging and sit down opposite us. You tense up and push your dress down which has ridden up around your thighs.
“Don’t worry, we could see you fingering Stephanie from the other side of the lawn Michael. We just wanted a closer look, didn’t we Charles?” Lucy smiled and held her husband’s hand. They both smiled and Lucy suggestively licked her lips. I could feel your whole body was still tense but I gently pushed you back and pushed your legs apart so I could continue to rub my fingers over the now sopping wet material. You closed your eyes so you didn’t see the couple kneel up and come even closer.
“Why don’t you two take a leg each and spread her apart so you can see everything clearly”, I suggested.
I felt you resist but quickly the couple took a leg each and moved your legs wide apart and up. Your dress was right up around your waist and we all looked at the gap between your legs. The thin white material was now dark and damp and we could all make out the folds of your cunt through the cotton.
‘Let’s see her cunt then, Michael. You’ve gone this far so you might as go the whole way”. Lucy suggested and was looking more excited by the second. I could see she was gently circling her right nipple with her fingers.
I didn’t know where this was going, but I could feel my cock thickening and wanted to show you off. Quickly I got them to move your legs together so I could slip off your knickers and then there you were - totally exposed - your neatly trimmed landing strip pointing down to your pussy almost inviting us in.
You were so wet at this point that in moments I had two fingers buried to the knuckle in your hungry hot hole. I began to finger fuck your cunt slowly, and tease your clit with my thumb. All three of us leant in and smelled your pussy juices and I am not afraid to say that it made me feel light-headed - I imagined all the things that were about to happen to you - how your body was going to be used for everyone’s pleasure - no holes barred.
The next few minutes were a time for quiet reflection and rising sexual tension. All that could be heard above the noise of songbirds and the wind rustling the branches of the trees was your slow rhythmic moans and the sticky liquid sounds of your cunt. I was so focused on my fingers slipping in and out of your pussy that I hadn’t noticed the audience had grown. Behind Lucy and Charles were several other people: couples, singles and a few older couples. There must have been a dozen people now watching you - your legs splayed wide back - your cunt exposed. The perfect slut.
“Finger her bum hole. I love it when Charles does it to me.” Lucy grinned wickedly as a murmur of approval went through the crowd.
I thought this a great idea and got them to help me arrange you doggy style so everyone could see. Your arse looked gorgeous in the sunlight, and now that you were stripped completely naked everyone could see your tits - a beautiful sight. I moved your legs wide apart and made you arch your back. Then I got Lucy and Charles to hold your arse checks apart so everyone could see your tightly puckered anus. I have always been an arse man, it must go back to my c***dhood when I first got a look at a porn magazine called ‘Derrière’. This was even before I knew what sex was and had started wanking. It had obviously made a deep and enduring impact on me. I looked at your tight little hole, and how a string of pussy juice was attached to your thigh from your cunt. Just the tiniest piece of flesh between the two holes - so much pleasure to be had - I knew at some point in the next few months I would convince you to take part in a threesome and I would be easing my hard on into that tight hole as you rode on top of another stiff cock. But today was for the audience and you, not me and my perverted desires.
Although with all that fingering some of your pussy juices had run down into your arse crack, the hot little hole was not well lubricated enough yet. As I continued to finger your pussy, I had an idea.
“Lucy, Charles, would you mind lubricating Stephanie’s bum hole with some spit?”
They required no encouragement and Charles quickly worked up some spit in his mouth and gobbed it onto your sphincter. Lucy took everyone by surprise, even herself I think, and instead of spitting onto your hole, leant down, took a deep sniff of your heady aroma and began to lick your arsehole. As she tongued your anus, her one free remaining hand was busy between her legs rubbing her pussy. We all watched as she ate out your arse, I fingered your cunt and you writhed and moaned in delicious ecstasy.
“She has a really tight bum, I can’t get my tongue up there. We need a better lubricant.”
Suddenly a shout went up from the back of the crowd and an elderly man came through the crowd holding a bottle of olive oil. “I think you’ll find this will do the trick.”
At that moment someone else took a picture with their mobile.
It was a strange scene that could be seen in the photograph. At first glance, for all the world it looked like the sort of scene that could be found anywhere up and down England on a warm summer’s day. However on closer inspection there appeared to be an elderly gentleman pouring some oil on to the upturned well spread arse hole of an anonymous woman, whilst a group of decidedly middle class folk looked on with rapt attention. Anyone lucky enough to see the picture many years after the event would have plenty of questions to ask. Was this an organised event? Why can’t I go to parties like that? Did that woman enjoy herself? Why can’ that happen to me?
What happened immediately after the photo was taken requires further explanation...
I am lounging on the grass next to you when I begin to run my fingers up your leg. You tell me not but I am insistent and my middle finger eventually reaches the edge of your knickers. I can feel the heat from your pussy as I begin to gently massage the thin fabric covering your hole. You look around but no one is watching so you gradually move your legs apart so I have easier access. I can already feel that the cotton is damp from your juices. You close your eyes and bite your lip to stifle your moans. I want to make you cum in front of all the guests.
Suddenly Lucy and Charles walk over to where we are lounging and sit down opposite us. You tense up and push your dress down which has ridden up around your thighs.
“Don’t worry, we could see you fingering Stephanie from the other side of the lawn Michael. We just wanted a closer look, didn’t we Charles?” Lucy smiled and held her husband’s hand. They both smiled and Lucy suggestively licked her lips. I could feel your whole body was still tense but I gently pushed you back and pushed your legs apart so I could continue to rub my fingers over the now sopping wet material. You closed your eyes so you didn’t see the couple kneel up and come even closer.
“Why don’t you two take a leg each and spread her apart so you can see everything clearly”, I suggested.
I felt you resist but quickly the couple took a leg each and moved your legs wide apart and up. Your dress was right up around your waist and we all looked at the gap between your legs. The thin white material was now dark and damp and we could all make out the folds of your cunt through the cotton.
‘Let’s see her cunt then, Michael. You’ve gone this far so you might as go the whole way”. Lucy suggested and was looking more excited by the second. I could see she was gently circling her right nipple with her fingers.
I didn’t know where this was going, but I could feel my cock thickening and wanted to show you off. Quickly I got them to move your legs together so I could slip off your knickers and then there you were - totally exposed - your neatly trimmed landing strip pointing down to your pussy almost inviting us in.
You were so wet at this point that in moments I had two fingers buried to the knuckle in your hungry hot hole. I began to finger fuck your cunt slowly, and tease your clit with my thumb. All three of us leant in and smelled your pussy juices and I am not afraid to say that it made me feel light-headed - I imagined all the things that were about to happen to you - how your body was going to be used for everyone’s pleasure - no holes barred.
The next few minutes were a time for quiet reflection and rising sexual tension. All that could be heard above the noise of songbirds and the wind rustling the branches of the trees was your slow rhythmic moans and the sticky liquid sounds of your cunt. I was so focused on my fingers slipping in and out of your pussy that I hadn’t noticed the audience had grown. Behind Lucy and Charles were several other people: couples, singles and a few older couples. There must have been a dozen people now watching you - your legs splayed wide back - your cunt exposed. The perfect slut.
“Finger her bum hole. I love it when Charles does it to me.” Lucy grinned wickedly as a murmur of approval went through the crowd.
I thought this a great idea and got them to help me arrange you doggy style so everyone could see. Your arse looked gorgeous in the sunlight, and now that you were stripped completely naked everyone could see your tits - a beautiful sight. I moved your legs wide apart and made you arch your back. Then I got Lucy and Charles to hold your arse checks apart so everyone could see your tightly puckered anus. I have always been an arse man, it must go back to my c***dhood when I first got a look at a porn magazine called ‘Derrière’. This was even before I knew what sex was and had started wanking. It had obviously made a deep and enduring impact on me. I looked at your tight little hole, and how a string of pussy juice was attached to your thigh from your cunt. Just the tiniest piece of flesh between the two holes - so much pleasure to be had - I knew at some point in the next few months I would convince you to take part in a threesome and I would be easing my hard on into that tight hole as you rode on top of another stiff cock. But today was for the audience and you, not me and my perverted desires.
Although with all that fingering some of your pussy juices had run down into your arse crack, the hot little hole was not well lubricated enough yet. As I continued to finger your pussy, I had an idea.
“Lucy, Charles, would you mind lubricating Stephanie’s bum hole with some spit?”
They required no encouragement and Charles quickly worked up some spit in his mouth and gobbed it onto your sphincter. Lucy took everyone by surprise, even herself I think, and instead of spitting onto your hole, leant down, took a deep sniff of your heady aroma and began to lick your arsehole. As she tongued your anus, her one free remaining hand was busy between her legs rubbing her pussy. We all watched as she ate out your arse, I fingered your cunt and you writhed and moaned in delicious ecstasy.
“She has a really tight bum, I can’t get my tongue up there. We need a better lubricant.”
Suddenly a shout went up from the back of the crowd and an elderly man came through the crowd holding a bottle of olive oil. “I think you’ll find this will do the trick.”
At that moment someone else took a picture with their mobile.
It was a strange scene that could be seen in the photograph. At first glance, for all the world it looked like the sort of scene that could be found anywhere up and down England on a warm summer’s day. However on closer inspection there appeared to be an elderly gentleman pouring some oil on to the upturned well spread arse hole of an anonymous woman, whilst a group of decidedly middle class folk looked on with rapt attention. Anyone lucky enough to see the picture many years after the event would have plenty of questions to ask. Was this an organised event? Why can’t I go to parties like that? Did that woman enjoy herself? Why can’ that happen to me?
What happened immediately after the photo was taken requires further explanation...
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