Butterflies

  "Don't you dare even try," I panted back, drawing him close.

  I spread my legs as wide as I dared and between us, we managed to guide the head of his cock against my slippery warmth. With a grunt that almost had me tumbling onto my back on the table, Nick thrust, and the head of his cock entered me. I gave a muffled moan and stared up at Mikey. "Look, angel, buster, look at his cock in me!"

  My boyfriend's eyes were wide with a type of desire I'd never seen there before, and I knew – beyond any shadow of a doubt – that this was true start of something wonderful. As Mikey mouthed 'I love you' repeatedly, I gave in to my innermost desires.

  "Oh yes, Nick! Fuck me just like that! Keep-" I gasped at a hard, beautiful thrust, "Keep at me! Go for it. Don't... don't stop for anything!"

  I was, I realised finally and fully, in charge and under control. I had a stranger's cock buried inside me, thrusting and bringing me higher and higher, closer and closer. My man, my guy was hard again, enraptured, love pouring from his eyes, ready to take Nick's place, knowing he is all I desire. My protector and my hero, I felt another surge, then another as Mikey glanced briefly away to his left, my right and his grin widened.

  I followed his look and saw those two guys I'd seen at the edge of the roof earlier, their mouths wide open as they stared at me – naked, me – being fucked by Nick. I let out a yelp of heightened rapture, arching my back so that my tits were as exposed as I could make them – and even while I knew that these guys couldn't get any closer to us all, I wanted to make sure that they knew that my exposure was for their benefit as well.

  When my eyes locked with theirs, and when I felt Nick start to lose control inside me, when I yelled for him to fill me, to fill my pussy, when we were all in synch, I let my eyes roll back in the knowledge – the glorious knowledge – that these three strangers were mine. Nick spurted inside me and my mind spiralled off into the galaxy above us. A trembling started in my extremities and I knew that my own climax was not too far away.

  As Nick slowed, gasping, I pushed him gently away and pulled Mikey to me more urgently. With a brief shake of his head – wonderment evident in the gesture – he lined himself up with my dripping pussy and thrust himself inside me.

  We grunted, yelped, in unison, and I gasped as he thrust, welcoming him as much as I could.

  "I..." he gasped, "Love...", another thrust, another grunt, "You!"

  "Forever yours!" I managed, "Now come on, buster... show them all... show me... show them how to satisfy your princess!"

  Mikey nodded between thrusts and his pace increased, his thighs slapping against mine, his balls swinging against me. His mouth pressed against mine, our tongues thrusting, my fingers – fingernails – digging into Mikey's butt, his hands squeezing my bare tits. We moved together, rabid but controlled, all of our experience together now on display and more intense because of that.

  As I arched beneath him, Mikey pounded me harder, grunting urgently. He lifted his mouth from mine long enough to gasp "Ready?"

  "For what?" I managed, a smile flitting across my eager features.

  "My... my cum in your pussy, princess – my contribution to your display."

  "Oh, fuck yes!"

  To my amazement Mikey's thrusts became faster still, and deeper. When he muttered "Come on, princess!" my body reacted and I was suddenly aware of every look, every eye on me, every bit of passion and desire I'd generated in my audience. I started to tremble more, and the first spasm shook the muscles deep in my belly.

  "Show them all, princess!"

  "Oh fuck!" The wail started deep in my belly and as Mikey's cum started to spurt deep inside me, the wail became a yell and I let it loose. With the scream given its freedom, my climax followed suit and the first of a series of spasms had my belly clenching in ecstasy. I wanted every quiver and tremble seen by my audience, felt by my guy, and I let my body have free rein as the orgasm sent wave after wave of joy rushing through me.

  Mikey's cock was grasped by muscles deep within me, and despite him spurting so strongly, it seemed to stay hard and kept pulsing along with my own spasms. His voice was hoarse as he told me to 'let it all out, show them all'.

  I did exactly that, and my climax reached a new high as my howl of joy shook the rooftop. Somehow, I managed to look at each one of my audience, to focus on their delight, even as I was shaken by the spasms that flared inside me. I'd cum hard before that night, but nothing like as hard or intensely as I did right then.

  Even as the spasms were slowing down, my body shuddering its way to rest once more, the whoops of joy and even – get this – applause began from my audience, eliciting just a little more climactic joy from me. I barely even noticed Mikey slip from my arms and slip from inside me, but I did realise somehow that I was naked and exposed – which sent a final shudder of orgasm through me. My breathing began to slow.

  It was some minutes, I guess, before we were under sufficient control for me to embrace my guy and Nick, thanking them both. I turned to the spectators beyond the shrubbery to find not just two, but at least six people – all male bar one – watching the show. When I waved – seriously – they all whooped and waved back. I couldn't see much of them from that angle, but enough to know that the one woman was topless at least and four of the five guys were bare-chested. That sent a final couple of shudders through me, and Sexgirl made another little note about spectator sports for later thought.

  I finally grabbed my discarded dress and slipped it over my head. Nick offered me my thong.

  "Keep them as a memento," I told him.

  "I won't need any memory prompts," he assured me, "But I don't suppose a phone number-"

  "Shush!" I pecked his cheek and turned back to Mikey, "Thanks, buster, I hope you enjoyed that as much as me."

  "Now there's a question it would be impossible to answer, but I could guess that it's a yes. No regrets?"

  I smiled, "I think it may be too early to say that, but my impression is that there aren't. I could get rather used to the feeling of power it gives me."

  "Power?"

  "Oh, yes. Weird but true." I looked around, noting that my audience were slowly filtering away now that the show was apparently over. Somehow that pleased me no end, "But having said that, I think that next time we-"

  "Next time, princess?"

  "That hopeful puppy look will get you nowhere. Or possibly everywhere. But anyway, as I was trying to say, I think that next time we should go for something a little less brazen, to start with at least."

  "Less brazen? You mean this was too direct, too-"

  "Shush, buster. This was perfect. I just meant that I want to try another angle."

  Mikey let out a long, low whistle. "Wow."

  "I'll second that," Nick said, buckling a belt around his jeans.

  "You shush as well," I told him, "Mikey? Tell me straight: was that too much for you?"

  "No way, princess."

  "Good. It wasn't for me either, but that doesn't mean I don't want to try out something a little calmer next time. So, don't fret, okay?"

  Mikey shrugged, "I wasn't. More like, every day is a bonus or whatever the phrase is. Just knowing you can act that way will keep me happy for years to come."

  "I'll second that as well."

  "Nick!" Mikey and I said in unison.

  I think I fell in love with Brighton ten seconds later when the barman coughed politely and set three long, cool drinks down on our rather messy table when Mikey nodded for him to bring them over.

  "From some grateful customers," the guy told us, "But officially I'm supposed to warn you that any more excessive behaviour will lead to you getting barred." His smile told us all we needed to know.

  We said goodbye to Nick an hour or so later and left the rooftop garden with a chorus of gratitude ringing in our ears. I felt indestructible and deliciously decadent – but also gloriously relieved that the more demure version of me was just waiting patiently in the wings for her turn at guiding my life for a while. Sexgirl was
just as content to take a backseat for a period, and to judge by the slight limp my boyfriend had developed, I imagined that Mikey could do with a break as well.

  Besides, the next round of activity would need some careful consideration and planning. The new me was here and here to stay, but quite where she would be taking me... well, that was a whole new adventure to look forward to.

  Chapter 3

  I hadn't been joking when I told Mikey that I fancied taking things down a notch or two for the next stage of my adventures. Although to be fair, I was referring more to the manner in which the fun started rather than where it might lead. In short, I wanted to appear to be the innocent little lady who somehow ended up as the... well, as Sexgirl.

  I also wanted to try something different that made me feel rather strange when it was mentioned in passing on the rooftop when we were in Brighton. After a few days back at our house I cornered Mikey in the kitchen.

  "Hey, buster, fancy another evening with Sexgirl?" I was standing in our kitchen, trying to seem busy.

  My guy threw the can of beer he'd been guzzling into the trash can and pinned me up against the wall, "I thought you'd never ask, princess."

  I laughed, "Well, if you'd care to take your hands off my shoulders and stop trying to spear my belly with your dick, I'll tell you what I want to try next."

  "What Jess did next... that has a great ring to it."

  "Sorry to disappoint, but it's got nothing to do with my ring." I paused, "Actually, that's not quite true."

  Mikey stepped back, "Stop teasing. What's my princess got on her mind?"

  "Well... you know you mentioned 'spanking' the other night?"

  "I never did," Mikey grinned, "But let's pretend I did."

  I thought back to the club in Brighton, "Well you might not have mentioned it, but I seem to recall you slapping my butt."

  "Ah, that might have occurred. Enjoy it by any chance?"

  "Let's just say that it has intrigued me."

  "Or 'yes', in other words."

  As Mikey nibbled at my neck, I gave an involuntary giggle, "Okay, okay, it's a 'yes', but maybe not in the way that you're thinking."

  "Well I'm thinking about glowing red cheeks and squeals of delight. Am I wrong?"

  I took a deep breath, "How about I say that surely you can't believe that any self-respecting girl would ever allow herself to be treated in such a demeaning way... if you get my drift?"

  Mikey raised an eyebrow, "You know, I'm sure I hear a tiny little bit of emphasis on the word 'allow'."

  "Could be," I shrugged, a tiny little bit of nervousness coursing through me. I genuinely wanted Mikey to take the lead here, but at the same time I was starting to fret that he would begin to see me as more slut than Sexgirl – his Sexgirl – if I led too much with these odd thoughts that I was experiencing.

  "Princess?"

  "Look," I said quickly, "it was just me being silly. Let's pretend I never said anything at all, okay? Let's just-"

  Mikey put a finger to my lips, "Jess... I adore the new, wild you, and I'd do anything – well, anything at least once – to help you in this new quest of yours, but... maybe, just maybe, you don't need to say too much this time. Remember I know you, princess, and I can read a whole heap into just a word or two from you."

  That sent a really weird combination of nervousness and excitement rattling its way through my veins and nerves, "Um, Mikey, perhaps you might be reading too much into-"

  He kissed me, hard, then pulled back and grinned, "You're not the only one with ideas, princess – and this is a partnership, right?"

  "Well, yeah, but-"

  Another kiss took my breath away, "Shush, princess. I've let you lead for now, but tonight it's my turn."

  I gave a soft chuckle, "Well I suppose in the grand scheme of things that fair is-

  “Tonight?!" My eyes shot open as I finally realised what Mikey had said. "Oh no, I never said anything about tonight!"

  "You're always telling me to strike while the iron is hot and all that stuff."

  "But Mikey, I didn't mean tonight as in 'tonight when your friend Danny is here' and that's what you mean isn't it?" My heartbeat was almost painfully fast.

  Mikey laughed, "Ah, the look on your face, princess – that was precious!"

  As I realised that he'd been joking I groaned – almost entirely with relief, "You sod!"

  He gave another laugh and swatted my rump, "That's probably true – but is there any chance you can wear a nice little skirt tonight so I can imagine some things?"

  The thought of something so innocuous gave me a thrill that was totally out of proportion, but delightfully so, "I guess that could be arranged," I told him, "As long as you don't mind just the tiniest bit of teasing during the course of the evening."

  I received another firm kiss, "Not at all, princess. Not at all."

  One thing that had emerged from the evening with Lucas and the night at the hotel in Brighton was that I simply adored the looks on guys' faces when I was revealing a lot, or at the very least, more than would be normal. There wasn't really any question about what I had discovered within myself – I was a latent exhibitionist of one form or another, and as well as that, I was finding it increasingly difficult not to indulge in this new passion at every possible opportunity. Whether I would have been quite so eager had Mikey not loved it as well, I don't know – but fortunately I didn't have to make a choice like that because it drove him wild.

  Danny was an opportunity for just a little bit of teasing exhibitionism, and there was no question in either my mind or Mikey's that it would be appreciated by all three of us one way or another. I was also already looking forward to the moment Danny closed the door behind him on the way out so that Mikey could demonstrate to me how much the evening would have turned him on. It was probably that particular thought that had me choosing a short, pleated skirt and a lightweight cotton top with a neckline that plunged whenever I leaned forward. Sexy matching undies (perhaps a tad more sheer than were entirely comfortable for me) completed my 'fit for the evening.

  Mikey was drooling as soon as he saw me, but – bless – he still managed to remind me that Danny wasn't going to be like Lucas and emigrating the following week. "You do remember that he's going to be seeing you again in the near future? You'll have a constant reminder-"

  "You want me to dress like this or not, buster?"

  "You want to then?" he countered.

  "Yes – now you answer."

  Mikey gave me a grin that would make a great white envious, "Oh yeah."

  "Then what are we worrying about?" My voice cracked slightly with the pent up excitement.

  "My only worry is that I make a mess in my jeans."

  I giggled and grabbed Mikey's hand, pulling it under my skirt and against the front of my nearly sheer – and already slightly damp – knickers, "That help?"

  "You behave yourself!" Mikey complained, smiling.

  "I always do," I assured him, "Although I will admit that sometimes it's bad behaviour."

  Mikey flexed his fingers against my dampness and warmth, "Just you be careful, princess."

  I groaned, pressing against him, "Oh I will." I began to grind a little, "I certainly, definitely, absolutely, will be as-" I yelped as the doorbell interrupted us. "Damn!"

  Mikey gave a final stroke and pecked the tip of my nose, "There'll be plenty more later. Now, you take a deep breath and I'll let Danny in."

  Danny had always been one of my favourites among Mikey's close circle of friends, mainly because he was always so full of fun and life, respect, rather fine good looks and a deep-running masculinity that had long evicted any childish streak. The only mystery about Danny was why the heck no girl had managed to get him to commit. If I was going to flash a lot of thigh and maybe even a fair bit of cleavage, I could be confident that Danny would firstly enjoy it and secondly keep it to himself. As usual, Mikey had managed to somehow arrange for the perfect evening for a brief appearance of Sexgirl – even it wa
s to be a far more demure version than had been seen on her last two outings.

  As soon as Danny walked into the living room, where I was waiting behind a completely artificial relaxed smile, he let out an appreciative whistle, "Wow Jess, you are looking seriously cute tonight! I thought you were lucky before, Mike, but... wow!"

  I covered my embarrassment with a nervous laugh, "Oh stop it! But thanks anyway. Nice to see you again Danny."

  Mikey put an arm across my shoulders, "I know I'm lucky, Dan, even if she's a pain at times with her fake shyness."

  As I protested, Danny laughed, "Well I for one would say that was a cheap price to pay. I mean, seriously, dude – wow."

  I disentangled myself, blushing heavily, "I think that's my cue to go pour the drinks. Usual all round?"

  "Absolutely," Danny nodded.

  "You got it, princess," Mikey swatted my rump as I walked away.

  The tone for the evening was set.

  I can't deny that I had felt gloriously under-dressed when Danny had first walked through the door. I know I wasn't showing anything more than a lot of leg, but it was certainly a lot more than Danny had ever seen before, and it totally appealed to the new exhibitionist streak in me. I was, without a doubt, revelling in the new sensations, and when I returned to the guys bearing drinks, I had another of the flashes of control that I had felt so clearly at the hotel in Brighton. I didn't exactly lift my knees higher as I walked in, but I was almost disappointed that I hadn't picked a skirt that was even shorter...

  The plans for the evening were as open as they always were when Danny came to visit, and we were soon sitting around laughing and joking, listening to Mikey's somewhat retro tastes in rock music. When the topic of conversation turned towards my clothing, I was once again plunged into that weird mixture of nervousness and excitement. The latter emotion received a boost when Danny responded to a comment from my guy.

  "I'll say it again, Mike, I've always admired Jess but that skirt is perfect for those lovely legs."