The next morning, we are all sitting in the kitchen, that’s four lads, Amy and I, drinking coffee, eating croissants and watching nature’s display through the windows. The weather has broken: thunder and lightning light up the sky as rain buckets down, and the temperature is much more comfortable. Amy and I are still in our nightwear, baggy shorts and a singlet top for me, and a cotton nightie and robe for Amy. The boys are dressed in universal jeans, shorts, and T-shirts. We girls are waiting to see how the day turns out before committing to our dress!
The rain seems to be set in for a while yet, although the lightning has stopped, and Amy seems to be getting restless. She’s sitting on John’s lap, and they are whispering to each other. I expect them to make their excuses any moment and go upstairs together. Amy slides off John’s lap, and she approaches me, takes my hand, and pulls me off my stool.
“John would like a show. Are you up for it?” Amy asks quietly as she guides me into the lounge area.
“Girl on girl?” I query. “John does like watching, doesn’t he?” I continue.
“That’s right. I think the others will like it too,” Amy enthuses.
“That’ll be all of us then. You take the lead,” I tell Amy.
Amy instructs me to lie on the floor. As I do, she slips off her robe, revealing her nightie and the cute cartoon cat on its front, with the logo ‘Cute Pussy’. I can’t agree more as Amy stands over me, her cute pussy on display, a lovely, tight line, ripe for exploring.
Amy sits on my face, her pussy mashes nicely over my face, and I breathe in her sweet scent. I can do nothing but enjoy her scent until she leans forward, letting me catch my breath and lap my tongue along her inviting slit. Amy slips my shorts down my legs and off, then spreads my legs apart as far as she can before engulfing my expectant pussy in her mouth. Amy has my arms pinned down by her legs, and as she goes down on me, she moves her pussy away from me. Frustrating my efforts to enjoy her. Amy, however, is enjoying me!
Her mouth has everything inside it, from my clitoris to my hole, and she is sucking vigorously at it all. Amy is stretching my lips, catching them between her teeth. The sharp pain makes me gasp, and my legs close reflexively.
“Hold her legs down,” Amy orders.
Of course, the boys have gathered around. Two of them grab my legs and pull them even further apart than Amy had managed, further improving her access. She takes full advantage!
Her tongue explores every inch of my slit. Top to bottom, inside and out. Curling around my clitoris, poking into my hole and lapping over my lips. Tormenting and teasing. Amy is incessant, her knowledge of female anatomy unmatched as she finds every pleasure centre I have, apart from the one her tongue can’t reach, although it is not for lack of trying.
Then she sits up, mashing her pussy into my face, allowing me to explore her body, if only briefly.
“Bring that bag to me,” Amy asks someone. I can’t see anything from my position.
I do enjoy tasting her pussy and making her squirm a little. Amy leans forward again, but she is still close enough for me to continue my ministrations to her body. Something presses against my entrance, hard and unyielding. Then it begins vibrating. Amy is using the Rabbit we bartered for the other day.
The boys all whoop in delight as the low bass rumble is muted by the tool sliding into my body. Slowly, Amy slides the Rabbit in and out of me, not letting its ears play around my clitoris, not yet. The deep vibrations running through my groin are so lovely that I have given up on trying to pleasure Amy’s so close and so sweet pussy. It is still sweeping over my face as my head flips from side to side in response to the orgasm building inside of me.
Bucking my hips, a low feral moan leaves my lips, my head thrashes from side to side as pleasure rips through me. More hands suddenly hold me down, pressing down on my shoulders, restraining my arms. As the hands holding my legs move up to my hips. Stopping my bucking and thrashing. Amy is not done yet, and she increases the intensity of the Rabbit, making it buzz furiously before pressing it further into my canal and pressing its ears around my clitoris. The effect is immediate, and the subsiding orgasm bursts afresh as my clitoris responds with unbridled lust. Pushing me into a wailing whole body orgasm, the like of which I have truly missed.
Amy is done. She turns off the Rabbit, withdraws it, and gets off me. I lay on the floor, totally still, breathing deeply and gathering my senses. I can not see, hear, or feel anything. That is, until something hot and sticky splashes on my left boob. I open my eyes and see the four boys standing over me, wanking and preparing to cum over me. Which they quickly do. Almost without thought, I run my hands over my body, gathering up the cum and rubbing it into my skin, over my breasts, down my stomach and into my open maw.
“Well done, Amy,” John applauds.
“And Sharon,” pipes up someone else.
I lift my arms in the air, and two lads help me to my feet.
I give a little curtsy and make my way to the bathroom.
Coming back downstairs a while later, I hear Amy ask the lads what they like about me.
I keep out of sight and wait for the answer. Forearmed is forewarned!
“Well, for a start, she’s dead sexy with a killer body,” Rob pipes up.
“Yes, but she’s fifty years old. Doesn’t that put you off?” Amy queries.
“No, and her age doesn’t seem to bother you either,” John retorts.
“True,” Amy agrees with a giggle.
“I think she’s a lot like that rabbit you used on her just now,” Jake opines.
“What?” several voices mirror.
“You know, a sex toy. Always ready to use, never says no, goes on for ages, and guarantees satisfaction,” Jake explained.
“Damn, that’s so true. Yes, Sharon is a sex toy. Our sex toy,” John cheerfully agrees to a round of popular assent, including Amy.
“And she’s self-cleaning,” Amy laughs.
Hands on hips, I step into the doorway and pronounce in my best stern and offended voice.
“Sex toy am I? Well, if you think that, if you want to use me again, you’re going to have to catch me.” and with that, I slip the towel off that was wrapped around me, shut the door and run into the kitchen, out of the back door, nearly colliding with Clive and Owen as they are about to open it.
“Don’t tell,” I say as I nip past them, run to the gate, open it, and hide behind it as it swings open onto the wall.
“She went that way,” I hear Clive say. I count four lads running through the open gate, then shut and bolt it.
“Come on, you two, you can have first dibs,” I inform Clive and Owen as I take their hands and lead them indoors.
Amy is curled up with laughter in the kitchen.
“Open the gate in a few minutes,” I tell her as the three of us pass through.
Once in my bedroom of choice, Rob’s, as it’s the closest, I turn to Clive and Owen.
“Who’s first? And what do you want?” I ask as I run my hands over my body.
They both replied together.
“Pussy.”
“BJ.”
No problem. I bend from the waist, facing Clive, pull down his shorts and suck his cock into my mouth. Owen slips in behind me, literally.
I give Clive a gentle BJ, licking and sucking around his cock, squeezing his balls with one hand as I hold onto his waist with the other. Owen is sliding his warm cock up and down my canal with gentle ease. Liking Owen’s pace, I switch from BJ to face fuck for Clive. Matching Owen’s rhythm as I slide Clive’s cock down my throat. It feels terrific, two cocks gently taking my body.
Then it gets noisy as the four other lads bluster into the room and stop in their tracks, appalled by the fact that they have been beaten to me. However, they behave well and let Clive and Owen have their way with me, which they all too soon do—filling both ends with welcome warm fluid.
Pete and Rob want the same, and I’m quickly filled with two eager cocks. Perhaps too eager. Pete is slamming into my face, his balls slapping against my chin as his pubic bone and hairs smack against my nose. He is going so deep and so fast that I am having difficulty breathing. Rob behind me is no kinder, as he plunders my pussy with abandon. Thankfully, neither of them can sustain the pace and quickly shoot their loads inside me.
Jake helps me onto the bed. He is next, and he pushes my legs up and folds me in half. My knees are by my ears as he climbs on top of me, positions his cock at my entrance and falls into me, his bodyweight nearly breaking me in two until he takes some weight on his arms and proceeds to use his cock like a piledriver. He bangs into me to get as deep as he can. The force of his actions knocks the breath out of me, and forces the cum inside me to squirt out, covering my stomach and bum with spent juices. Jake eventually adds a third load to my wanton hole. It’s such a relief when my legs fold back down, and I stretch them along the bed. One to go, John.
John lies atop of me, supporting his weight on his elbows, as a gentleman should, positions his cock and slides smoothly and gently into me. Long, calm, gentle strokes that give me time to enjoy his presence. Which I do, I appreciate the change of pace and his obvious care and the fact that his cock is touching a delightful place. John is rubbing his cock, probably unknowingly, over my G-spot. That’s such a sensitive place that ignites so many orgasms.
Alas, not today. John has watched too much and all too soon is sated.
As John slips out of me, he is the last. I sit up, or try to, Amy stares down at me with a feral grin, and I glance down to see her plastic prick bouncing in front of her. With one hand on my stomach, her other guides her well-lubed prick into my equally well-lubed pussy. I’m a sex toy, so I don’t resist. I’m here to pleasure people, to have them use me for their pleasures. My life suddenly makes so much sense. They are so right about me. I am always ready; I have never said no; and I do like to go on forever. Or at least until everybody else is exhausted, I have never called a halt to any proceedings.
Amy spares nothing as she plunders my pussy, her shorter stature means her prick enters at a much better angle. It points upward toward my belly button, meaning every stroke rips along and over my G-spot. John may have touched it, but Amy is destroying it, and it’s not long before I start writhing and bucking against her efforts. However, without instruction, the lads pin me down again and let Amy have her way with me. My time at the ‘Da’Vinci Club’ comes to mind, and I steel myself against her onslaught. Pleasure, to torment, to pain, a never-ending circle that needs feeding more and more to achieve the same end; ultimate pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s hard work,” Amy exclaims as she eventually relents.
The lads all agree.
“Bugger off and get us some drinks,” Amy shoo’s the lads away and lies down beside me.
“How was that for you?” Amy asks. “I can’t believe you lasted so bloody long. I’m knackered.” She finished.
“Bloody fantastic,” I assure her. “It’s been a while since I had sex like that,” I continued as I slid off the bed to go to the bathroom.
“We’ll come down for the drinks in a minute,” I shout down the stairs before going into the bathroom.
“Sure. Rob shouts back. “We’re going to the union cafe for lunch. Is that OK?” he asks.
“Fine,” I reply.
Amy and I get under the shower together and have great fun cleaning one another. Almost too much fun!
The rain has cleared, leaving the air seem much fresher; however, the sun is shining, and it promises to be another hot day. What to wear?
I go for one of the new outfits Amy said I looked good in. A white strappy halter neck dress, backless and with a short flowing skirt section, teamed with a white cotton G-string. It shows off my tan beautifully. Amy is a shorts-and-T-shirt girl, but the ones she is wearing now are so tight they leave nothing to the imagination! Between us, we should garner lots of attention at the cafe.
The cafe is not that busy, not surprising with most of the students back home for the summer, but it is pleasant sitting in an air-conditioned building, and we take our time eating, drinking and chatting.
“Have you ever had sex in a public place. You know, like here?” Pete unexpectedly asks.
Everyone looks at me.
“Hey, what’s with the looks. Do I look like that sort of person?” I reply to their unasked question.
“Well, kinda.” Amy giggles. “What with your tits poking out the side of your dress, and your dress flapping around your bum.” She keeps quiet about our sex shop adventure.
That set the boys off laughing. It also gave them ideas.
Pete leaves the table and comes back a few minutes later, flipping a key over in his hands.
“I’ve had a word with Sid, he’s in charge here today, I know him from my course, we can use the office along the corridor as long as Sharon leaves her knickers in payment. He’s got a kink for things like that,” Pete calmly informs us all.
“So you expect me to have sex with one or all of you here, and then walk home knickerless?” I huff.
“You walked back knickerless the other day,” John winks unhelpfully.
“Yeah, but I didn’t have cum running down my legs then,” I retort.
“She hasn’t said no, lads,” Amy opined with a grin.
I snatch the key from Pete and ask. “Which one’s Sid?”
Pete points him out.
I get up, walk toward Sid, make eye contact, and invite him to follow me. He does, reluctantly.
Once we’re alone in the corridor, I turn to speak to him.
“Sid, I understand you will let us use an office if I give you my knickers. How about you show me the office first? If I think it’s suitable, I will not only give you my knickers but let you take them off me too,” I tell him.
Sid doesn’t say a word; he takes the key from me, leads me a few more steps, and takes me into the office. Of course it’s OK. There’s a comfy armchair, a desk and a carpeted floor—everything you need to have sex, including a man. Sid locks the door.
I step away from Sid, lift my dress to my waist and invite Sid to remove my knickers. He kneels in front of me and tentatively reaches for my knickers.
“Why don’t you run your fingers over them first, perhaps push them into my pussy to make sure they are nice and wet,” I purr gently.
Sid looks up at my face, and I smile sweetly at him. “Go on, I’d like that.”
He does. Sid’s fingers run along my slit, pushing gently, and then he follows the edge of the fabric around to my bum, which is barely covered. Sid cups my bare cheeks in his hands and pulls me toward him. I hear him inhale deeply as my pubic area presses into his face. That was unexpected!
Sid is getting into this game now, and he starts licking at my knickers. His tongue runs over my mound. I step my feet apart, giving more access. Sid takes his hands off my bum and places them on my hips, and then pushes me backwards into the desk. I lean back over it, thrusting my still-clad pussy toward his face, and spreading my legs further apart.
Sid takes full advantage; his tongue is like a piston pushing the fabric of my knickers into my slit from top to bottom. With his teeth, he pulls it out again.
Sid uses his fingers, running them along my wet knickers, pulling them to one side and touching my naked pussy. Pressing and probing, exploring and discovering. A girl could get used to this! My lads have not been this attentive!
Sid stands up, still feeling my pussy, and looks down at me.
“Can, can I fuck you with your knickers on, and then take them off?” Sid timidly asked.
“If that’s what you want, then of course you can, and thank you for asking,” I smile happily.
Sid carefully takes off his trousers and boxers, folds them, and puts them out of the way. Sensible lad, he’s got to get back to work shortly.
Sid stands in front of me, pulls my knickers to one side and presses his rigid cock against my entrance before gently sliding it into me. That’s so good, he has a good length and girth. Nothing unusual, but pleasant. He uses it well, too. Long, full strokes, making full use of what he has and using all that I offer.
Sid ejaculates all too soon for me, and leaves his cock tormentingly inside me as he lets it drain fully. His limp cock slips out by itself, and Sid quickly covers my hole with my knickers and presses them into it, before wiping his cock on the outside of them. Gathering all the juices he can. A few minutes pass with Sid stroking his fingers over my wet crotch, before he kneels in front of me and pulls my knickers down and off and places them in a plastic bag.
Sid takes a packet of wet wipes from a drawer, cleans himself, and then does the same for me. That’s nice of him.
Quickly dressing, Sid unlocks the door, and we walk back into the cafe.
I sit down at our table.
“That took a long time to lose your knickers,” Pete huffs.
“Oh, it didn’t take long, actually, to get them off. It was the build-up and sex that took the time. So, yes is the answer to your original question, Amy. I have had sex in a public place.” I coyly tell them.
Amy laughs hilariously. “Oh my God, this lot thought they were going to fuck you here.”
“I’m sure they can still fuck me, just not here,” I grin mischievously.
I think the boys are a bit disappointed. Jake even sidles up to me and sticks his hand up my dress to check that I am knickerless. Much to his chagrin, I am.
“It’s probably time we went back then,” Amy suggests with a smirk.
As we walk back to the house, which will take about thirty minutes, I keep looking for opportunities. There’s one, I think to myself. Just off the main track through the campus, there is a small copse of trees, and there appears to be seating around it.
I wander off on my own.
“Where are you going?” Rob calls out.
“I want to look at those trees,” I call back.
“Really? Whatever, I think you’re just wasting time till the inevitable,” Rob answers, sounding slightly annoyed. However, they all trudge after me.
Yes, perfect. Far enough away from idle eyes, not that there is anyone about, but close enough to run to safety if needs be. I kneel on one of the benches and lean over the back. A cheeky breeze blows my dress up over my bum.
There’s silence and a lack of activity behind me. I look over my shoulder and see all the boys frozen in place with gormless looks on their faces.
“Damn, if I had my cock here I’d be right up her,” Amy breaks the impasse.
Pete darts forward, looks over his shoulder, then whips his excited cock out of his jeans and plunges it into my pouting pussy, thrusts like a steam train and shoots his seed to the back of my canal in moments. Minutes later, all four lads have filled my sex with lots of juicy cum, leaving me dripping and unsated. As I attempt to slip off the bench and admonish them for their lack of consideration, strong hands grip my hips and force me back into place on the bench, and a cock slips inside me. Glancing over my shoulder, I first see Amy playing with a small dog and then an elderly, grey-haired man smiling down at me as he leisurely slides his cock in and out of my sodden sex. Mentally shrugging to myself, I lean my body into him and encourage this stranger to continue his pleasures.
This old man is in no rush, not worried or not caring about being seen or watched, and his long, slow strokes, combined with the thrill of the situation, send a shiver of pleasure through my body as an orgasm takes me. Seconds later, he pumps an unexpectedly large amount of semen deep inside my body, pulls out his cock, puts it away and calls his dog to him.
“Thank you, my dear,” he says as he walks into the woods.
I slip off the bench, smooth my dress down and look at Amy and the lads.
“Who the fuck was that?” I question.
“No idea,” Amy answers, totally unconcerned. “He just popped out of nowhere, handed me his dog lead and….Well, you know what he did.” Amy calmly continued. “I didn’t think you would mind, and the lads looked reluctant to stop him, too.”
I turned to the lads.
“Did you know him?”
They all shook their heads.
“Well, at least he got me off. Which is more than you lot managed.” I grinned. “Come on, let’s get back. I need a shower.”
Time flies when you’re having fun, and today has been fun, and it’s gone six o’clock before I am showered and clean and dressed, in a bikini and kaftan, ready to re-join the lads downstairs. Only three of them, alas. John and Amy have left, they are going to the theatre in Birmingham.
It’s roasting hot as I walk into the garden, and my heart misses a beat in excitement. Clive and Owen from next door are here too, and two other lads as well. Seven in total, what a slut I am as I revel in delight.
The two newbies are quickly introduced as Toby and Mike. They make up the quartet living next door, and by the way they look at me, they seem to be aware of my reputation.
“We’ve just been regaling today’s adventures to these four,” pipes up Jake.
“Oh, and how far have you got? I hope you’re not exaggerating. I do have a reputation to uphold,” I haughtily reposte.
“No need to exaggerate,” Rob smirks. “The truth is hard enough to believe.”
Rob, Jake and Pete have got up to the events at the wood in their storytelling, and I listen carefully to make sure they have got their facts right.
The newbies look aghast, but also excited, as they listen intently and unbelievingly to the end of the tale.
“You’re pulling our chains,” states Mike, with Toby nodding in agreement. “Nobody’s that randy.”
I stand up, walk to Mike and Toby, take hold of their hands and lead them into the house, indicating to the others to stay where they are.
I lead Toby and Mike into the bedroom and instruct them to lock the door as I walk to the bed, slip off my kaftan and sit down.
“Come here,” I beckon to them. “Stand in front of me.”
They both nervously obey.
Taking their hands again, I place them on my breasts.
“Whatever else you want, you will have to take,” I purr and then lie back on the bed.
Mike takes the hint, reaches down to my bikini bottoms, and tugs them off. I open my legs to display his reward, and he quickly drops his shorts, his cock springs skyward, and he leans into me, his cock nudging at my eager entrance. One push and he’s in.
“Fuck, she’s tight!” Mike gasps. “I didn’t expect that.”
Toby is silent and stares as his mate takes me for the first time.
Mike pulls out and lets the dregs from his spent cock drip onto my pussy.
“Your turn,” I purr to Toby.
“I…I…I can’t,” Toby stammers. “I’ll hurt you.”
“No, you won’t,” I assure him as I pull his shorts down.
My pussy gushes as the biggest cock I have seen in ages springs into view. Whoa! Thick and long, and I see why he is worried.
“Lie on the bed, I’ll take control so it doesn’t hurt me,” I assure and order him.
Straddling Toby’s massive weapon, my pussy is so desperate to devour this mass of flesh that it drips with lust. I reach down and take hold of Toby’s cock, and present it to my entrance.
“Ready?” I ask.
Toby nods nervously.
I slam over his cock, forcing his weapon deep into my body, enjoying and enduring the painful stretching of my pussy. Damn, it’s so good to be this full again.
Toby gasps in surprise at the suddenness of my engulfing of his cock. I give him a while to get accustomed to being inside me and gently squirm around his cock before lifting myself, sliding his length along my canal, up and down, slow and gentle until Toby starts to join in and thrusts his hips in time to my movements. The fullness and tightness of my pussy soon have me groaning as an orgasm takes me. Toby is not far behind.
“Fuck,” groans Mike. “That’s ruined it for the rest of us. She’ll be loose as hell now.”
Seeing Mike’s rigid cock, I do like young lads; their recovery is so good. I roll onto my back.
“Try me,” I invite.
He does.
“Fuck, you’re as tight as before,” Mike enthuses as he fucks me enthusiastically.
“The…pussy…is…a… marvellous…thing,” I gasp as he knocks the breath out of me with each thrust.
We all clean up when Mike has finished with me, and go back downstairs where Mike and Toby now tell their own story.
The rest of the evening goes well, from my point of view anyway. Seven young cocks, one giant cock and all the time in the world to enjoy them. The lads are all envious of Toby’s size and appreciative of my elastic pussy. One size really does fit all!
