Ten Erotic Moments that Changed My World

by Sarah Anon

  My boyfriend was still watching, but now he moved closer. While the man touched my lower body, my boyfriend came up from behind and began to stroke my arms, kiss my neck, squeeze my tits. The feeling of pleasure was immense.

  I don’t know if there was a signal, but in tandem the two men began to take off my underwear, my boyfriend took off my top half, the friend my bottom. The man began to lick my pussy, he was rough with his tongue, but it almost instantly sent my body rigid. My boyfriend pulled me backwards and turned my head, giving me a deep, full kiss, probing the back of my mouth while the other mans tongue went deep inside me.

  Things quickly moved into living room, then the bedroom, each man taking turns to fuck me, withdrawing before they came, resting, and then returning, but they were gentle, it wasn’t like I was getting trained in some gang initiation, it was just one, long, gratifying fuck from two dicks. I orgasmed fuck knows how many times.

  They must have done this before, because they both came at the same time, the man all over my face and tits, my boyfriend came deep inside me. For a minute or so we all just lay there, then the men started to get dressed. I just laid there, naked, spread out, cum dripping down my face, dripping out of my pussy.

  The man came over, ran his head up my body, over a breast, squeezing ever so slightly, over my face, he kissed me lightly on the lips and told me ‘Goodbye’.

  My boyfriend came over and asked if I enjoyed it, I couldn’t say anything but yes, it was amazing, he asked if I wanted to do it again, and again I said yes. He asked if any of it felt weird, and I had to divulge my more recent Internet experiences. “I love this shit” I told him. And so it continued.

  The next time around he brought a girl into our bedroom. I have to admit, I felt a little twinge of jealousy, but it was hot at the same time, I found myself competing with her, getting inventive with my boyfriend, riding him in all new ways, some of the time we would spend it together, hands all over each other, rubbing each other’s pussies, dripping in sweat, and kissing deep. For a long time he watched, as we brought each other to deep shuddering orgasms, then he came over, and fucked me, fucked me till I came.

  This open expression of sexuality was a revelation to me, the feeling that I could have a relationship, and the sexual exploration that I craved. The Good Girl was silenced forever, I was in love, and I was loving my life.

  Even more surprising to me, I introduced my Boyfriend to my online escapades, and I did it with trepidation. I knew he was an open spirit, but would he be okay with so many pictures, movies, sex videos of me being out there?

  It turned out he was, and he even became my photographer and videographer on occasion, videoing me getting fucked, taking pictures of me naked, laid out for all to see.

  Best of all, he shared my love of exhibitionism, often we would go out in public and I would flash unsuspecting men, walk naked through streets and drive naked through towns. On each of these excursions the night would end with us fucking in some obscenely public place. The turn on of my shared exhibitionism and voyeurism seemed way hotter than anything I had done before, and I loved every second of it, loved every second with him.

  Group

  The Boyfriend and I had gone through over a dozen encounters or so with shared partners when he brought the idea of a group experience. A gang bang so to speak, but I knew from my experience with him that this would not be so vulgar. It’s weird to say, but before this stage all the sex I had had was, well, sex. Sure I call it fucking, getting fucked, but in my younger days, sex had been about anger, repression, even revenge on my upbringing.

  Now sex was an amazing experience, it had evolved for me. So the thought of having sex with a larger group of men, not just fucking, but SEX, was both nerve wracking and exciting at the same time.

  He seemed to sense my nervousness, and asked if I wanted to do something smaller first, bring another couple into the bedroom, but I shook it off, the deviant inside of me was already at work, and the image of a cock in every orifice, every hand, multiple eyes watching me, had turned my panties sodden in a matter of seconds.

  The group situation started much like the first time I my boyfriend had shared me with another man. It started off rather like a house party. Everyone was clothed, chatting and having a good time. Drinks flowed freely, as did the conversation, and I spent a little time talking to each of the men in the room. It seemed strange to think that in a matter of hours most of them would have cum inside of me, but they all seemed perfectly at ease.

  Honestly, the party was so good, I could have just socialized all night, but at one point my boyfriend came up to me and kissing me on the neck asked if I was ready to move forward. I nodded my head ever so slightly, and my boyfriend unzipped my dress. It was strapless, and fell easily to my feet, where my boyfriend picked it up and threw it onto the sofa.

  Twelve pairs of eyes instantly looked at me, taking in my body, firm, large breasts fitting snugly into a strapless bra. Tonight I wore black, and I think it highlighted me perfectly, the dark lace letting through just the suggestion of my pale skin beneath.

  Twelve men may seem excessive and I made that pretty damn clear to my boyfriend when he first told me how many men he had coming over, but he explained, some were watchers, some just wanted to touch, others loved hand jobs, and some wanted to fuck. It would also be spread out, and I would always be in control.

  The socializing continued for a while. People kept talking, and I still kept talking to the men, although now they held me, and would slide a hand around, placing it on my ass, some would squeeze, some would rub, some would just hold it there, but without exception, those men loved my firm ass.

  My boyfriend came up to me and told me to go at my own pace. “Take your clothes off piece by piece, get comfortable get used to the men, get used to them seeing you.”

  The guidance made me feel secure and explained a little, the men would go no further than the boundaries I was setting. My dress was off, but they hadn’t made advances, nor had they tried to remove any more clothing. It was my show.

  So while talking to another man, I slowly slipped my bra off and laid it on the table, again I felt the eyes of many men checking out the newly uncovered treasure. I had been lucky as I grew older, my breasts now a steady 36DD, they had remained firm, and though they sank into my armpits a little more than they used to, their shape was still perfect. My waist thin my hips giving me the hourglass shape, an impressive silhouette, and I could tell that the men around me were fast becoming aroused. Still, I didn’t want to give it away too fast. The dark material of my underwear hid the fact that I was fast becoming turned on too, and so I continued to socialize.

  Not long after that I slipped off my panties, and continued to talk to the men. It was liberating. Everything seemed normal, but each man was getting turned on, and there I was naked, they all knew they were going to fuck me, but I was holding them off. The power was getting me horny as hell, and I wanted it.

  A couple of the guys had started to take of clothes too, and one man sat in an armchair was in his boxers, watching me, sporting a huge erection. I walked over and sat on the arm, and started to talk to him. As I talked my hand went down and snuck into his boxers through the open hole. His dick was solid, rock hard, and as we talked I slowly rubbed my hand up and down. His hand moved to my side, it caressed my belly, and around my back. He never touched an intimate place, but he turned me on as much as if he had. I looked up and saw that nearly all the men, my boyfriend included, were now wearing only their underwear, a few of them were masturbating, slowly.

  I got down from the chair and knelt down, doggy style between the man’s knees, slipping his cock out from his boxers I teased the head of his penis with my tongue, and then started to take him deep into my mouth. From behind a man grasped my hips, and inserted the tip of his penis into me,

  I gasped a little, mouth still full of cock, and I saw a black arm, his hand stroking my side, grabbing my breast, I had talked to him a little, I had asked him i
f the black rumours were true, and he had just laughed, it seemed they were not exaggerating though. He began to fuck me, but despite his size, he was gentle, careful not to disturb the rhythm of my blowjob.

  Around me I felt hands come and go, they felt me everywhere, some just stroked me, some groped my breasts, others rubbed my clit a little. the sensation was an erotic experience I instantly loved.

  The black man retreated, he hadn’t cum, he was saving that for later, and a new man came in beside me, gentle too, still keeping the rhythm of my blow job.

  For a few minutes we held the same rhythm and then that man too pulled out.

  As he pulled back I sat up on my haunches, after all, this was a marathon, not a race. Laying down on my back I motioned to a guy who had an eager look in his eyes, he instantly descended on me and began to fuck me. One guy, and then another, came up beside my and placed my hands on their cocks. Another man, knelt over my face, dangling his dick just out of reach. I stuck out my tongue and played with it until he dropped it into my mouth, but just to the head. I caressed it with my tongue, sucking hard and he groaned with pleasure.

  For a long time there, feeling men caress me, fondle me, fuck me, and use my. My hands mouth and pussy were all put to work, but I needed a change of pace, I got up and threw one of the guys I was jacking off to the floor, and began to ride him. The other man I had been masturbating stood in front of me, I opened my mouth, my riding motion stroking his cock with my lips.

  My boyfriend came up behind me, was heavily lubed, and he began to play with my asshole, starting with his little finger, moving up. At one point I had to stop fucking the man below me, I left his cock inside me, but stayed still as my boyfriend worked in to me, and then, both of them started to slide their cocks, in and out. It was my first double penetration experience, and despite my normal disinterest in anal, the two feelings combined, the pressure inside me, was some of the best I have ever felt. My boyfriend fucked me until I came, and then another man took his place, the man underneath me exploded inside me with what felt like more cum than I have ever experienced in my life, it came streaming out of me when he pulled out. I moved into a doggy style position, making it a little easier on the man who was still fucking my ass.

  The guy in front of me took his dick out of my mouth and began to masturbate, hard, within seconds he came, my mouth was open, waiting for at, and still plenty of it went around my face, I licked my lips, swallowed as much as I could. The guy behind me pulled out, and a couple of hands extended downwards to pull me up, we moved into the bedroom.

  Honestly, I can’t remember exactly what happened in the bed, it was too confusing. I was fucked in every hole, hands and bodies were rubbing all over me. It was the most erotic thing I experienced, especially when I looked up and saw men watching, rubbing themselves, not necessarily interacting, just getting insanely turned on by what they saw, by seeing me, getting used by all these men. Fuck after fuck, pussy, ass, mouth.

  I started to get sore, I was laying down on my back, a man fucking me in the missionary position, when my look of pleasure started to change of grunts of pain. He immediately stopped, pulling out, and instead he moved backwards, placing his head between my legs, he began to lightly kiss and lick my pussy, my clit, the inside of my legs. He dipped his finger in some kind of cooling lube, and gently circled my hole, then slipped his finger in slowly, not trying to get me off, but gently circling, massaging, and healing me. He went back to kissing and licking soon after that, but his fingers had done their work well, i was turned on again, and i pulled him back in to me.

  Eventually the fucking stopped, the men had all worn themselves out. I lay on the bed, gasping for air, used, abused, and feeling amazing. After a few minutes I got up, and started to run a shower, of course, I left the door open, left the shower curtain open, I washed myself down, rinsed myself out, lathered myself up. One of the watchers stood by the door, apparently watching me shower called to some reserve in him, because he started to masturbate again. I watched him, smiling as I cleaned myself, which took a while, cum had got EVERYWHERE, my hair was matted and tangled in plenty of places. He started to get closer “Would you mind one last quick fuck?” he asked.

  The politeness made me giggle a little, but I obliged, placed my hands against the shower wall, stuck my ass out over the tub. He was already close to orgasm, and the fuck lasted just a minute before I felt him release inside me. He thanked me, which also made me laugh, I even said “you’re welcome” and he left.

  After my shower I wrapped myself up in a towel and went back into the living room, a few of the men were still there, now dressed, talking, drinking, laughing. I slipped my towel off and wrapped my wet hair in it. I mingled, naked, exposed and exhibiting for the rest of the night, the eyes of the men constantly flickering over my body. Occasionally they would touch me, hold me and stroke me, and though it wasn’t sexual, it turned me on, being the only person in the room naked, it was a huge thrill, even if not too long ago we had all been immersed in one hell of a show of sexual deviance.

  Eventually they all left, and me and my boyfriend lay on the couch, I was still naked, and his hands traced the contours of my body, leaving a tingling trail as they passed. At one point his finger ran over my pussy, starting to rub my clit, and for the first time, I had to turn him down. “I’m way too sore” I said.

  He laughed and we laid there, my desires fulfilled, my life complete, my sexual exploration exposed, my exhibitionism matched to a man who wanted to share me.

  It seemed, that I was now mature.

  Epilogue

  The boyfriend and myself plan to get married in a year or two, settle down, maybe even have kids. We still get up to all kinds of sexual exploits and though the job has yet again become a drag on my personal life, I still find time to post pictures now and then, sometimes, even, an occasional video.

  I considered starting a website, but truth be told, if I started selling my pictures and videos, I don’t think it would be fun anymore.

  But next time you are on a porn site, and you see some amateur video, a cute, tall big breasted girl getting fucked, walking naked outdoors, maybe blowing a guy in a public place, it might be me. I hope I turn you on.

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