When Andy and Nick suggested I join them for a few day’s break, staying at Nick’s cousins in the London suburbs, I never thought any adventures in the capital would result. How wrong I was.
We left Edinburgh on the train for the four-and-a-half-hour journey to London Kings Cross. Andy and Nick thought I’d look great in a tartan skirt rather than the jeans I had intended to wear for the trip. Leaving at ten, we arrived just after two-thirty to be met by Nick’s two cousins, both older than Nick.
I was still only eighteen. Nick was the same age with Andy, a few months older, just having turned nineteen. However, Nick’s relatives were well into their twenties and, despite their age and both having full-time jobs, still living at home due to the exorbitant cost of house prices in the capital.
They met us cordially at the station and led us into the underground system they said was the quickest way to get to their home south of the city. I had not been on the underground system since I had visited London with my parents when I was twelve, so it was an exciting prospect.
Richard and Philip were good-looking guys with a surprisingly strong resemblance to Nick. Richard was doing well in an estate agency, and Philip, who was car-mad, was a mechanic, which was evident by a look at his grease-stained hands.
After several changes, we finally exited the underground system into daylight just before arriving at our destination station. It was only a short walk from the station to their home. I enjoyed the spectacle of both cousins vying to carry my case.
Once we arrived at their red-bricked, bay-windowed, two-story, terraced house, we were greeted by Richard and Philip’s parents, who were about to leave for a few days break themselves. They received Nick like a long-lost relative, clearly embarrassing him with all their questions about what he was doing and how the family were.
Andy and I were also enthusiastically welcomed as they placed their cases in the car and set off to the South Downs with a cheery, ‘Enjoy your time here, but no riotous parties!’
Once the four of us were alone, I was shown to my bedroom and was delighted to discover a double bed and en-suite bathroom. It was, for me, the equivalent of staying in the Ritz or the Savoy hotels.
After we had eaten a late lunch, the conversation soon came around to spicier subjects.
‘We have heard you’re quite an interesting girl, Rachel?’
‘Have you?’
‘Yes, Nick has told us a few things about you?’
‘Really,’ I responded, giving Nick a look of consternation. ‘What has he told you?’
‘You like cold baths, being tied up, having chocolates stuffed up your you know what, being whipped and having men touch you when you’re naked.’
‘Wow,’ I said, again looking at Nick. ‘He’s not left much out, has he? Yes, the three of us have had some exciting times together. I think we are all learning as we go along.’
‘Would you like us to help too?’ Richard inquired.
‘In what way?’
‘In helping you to fulfil whatever fantasies you have.’
‘I don’t think I have any,’ I replied naively.
‘Nothing sexually you’d like to try?’
I was a bit taken aback at Richards’s forthrightness.
‘Oh, I see. Well, I’d always like to try something different. To me, normal sex seems just a bit vanilla.’
‘I think we could help you,’ Philip answered, looking at me. ‘You’re a heck of a pretty girl, Rachel. Any guy in their right mind would die to lay you.’
‘Would they?’
‘Yes, of course. Look here at us four. Look at our trousers.’
As they all stood up, I could see that each hid a bulge behind their flies.
‘Why are you all so turned on?’ I inquired.
‘Because of you. You’re so damned attractive and sexy, from the way you talk to the way you walk to the way you dress. You ooze sex appeal.’
‘Do I?’ I responded with a degree of surprise.
‘You do,’ Richard confirmed, rejoining the conversation. ‘Sexuality just flows from your whole demeanour.’
‘I don’t intend it to.’
‘I know,’ Andy interjected, ‘But it does all the time. On the train coming here, your whole demeanour seemed to be telling Nick and me that you wanted sex.’
‘Did it?’ I questioned again. ‘Well, I confess it did cross my mind a time or two as it did wondering what your cousins were like, Nick.’
‘Do we pass the test?’ Richard asked.
‘I guess so,’ I replied with a grin. ‘I think this conversation is heading in one direction. Do I get the impression from the body language of all four of you that you’d like me to take my clothes off?’
There was silence as all four young men looked at each other in disbelief.
‘Um. Well, err. Yes. That would be very, err, interesting.’
I unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked and unzipped my skirt, letting both fall to the ground, leaving me in my bra, knickers and tights.
‘Would you like to assist in the rest?’ I asked.
In no time, the four had removed my remaining clothing before retaking their seats to admire me as I stood naked before them.
‘Turn around,’ Nick commanded.
I did two full pirouettes, so they all obtained a good eyeful of what they desired to see.
‘Can we touch you?’
‘As long as you promise not to break me?’ I chuckled.
I stood as eager hands ran along my arms, across my shoulders, around my torso, down my legs, between my thighs, over my backside and massaged my breasts. I wasn’t sure who enjoyed the experience the most, the lads or me. I did know that a particular area was quickly becoming very moist due to their administrations.
‘Rachel,’ Andy said as he fondled my breasts, ‘I think that Philip and Richard would like to do more with you?’
‘Would they?’ I questioned in all the innocence of my limited experience, ‘Such as?’
‘I think they would like to join you in bed?’
‘You mean they want to have sex with me?’
‘Got it in two!’
‘Oh!’ I was not sure what to do. Richard and Philip were good-looking lads, but I had two problems. Number one was that I did not want either Andy or Nick to think I was in any way disloyal to them.
The second difficulty was that although both lads came from Scottish stock, they were English. This was difficult for a young lassie who had been raised in traditional Scottish anti-English rhetoric. Thankfully, it has long since been eradicated from my teenage thinking.
After more tender ministrations, I acquiesced and found myself in bed with both older men as we hugged, kissed and had passionate sex. When I had boarded the train earlier that morning, it was with no idea that six hours later, I would be acting like a total whore in allowing two men who I had only just met and were at least seven years older than me to fuck me to climax in bed.
It seemed that neither Andy nor Nick had any qualms about sharing me with Nick’s cousins as they remained downstairs the whole time Philip, Richard and I were frolicking on the bed.
After two hours, Richard shouted down, asking my two friends to order a take-out from a nearby Italian pizza shop. Once that arrived, my sensual sex session concluded as food seemed to become more important than enjoying my body.
Richard and Philip dressed but requested that I remain naked over tea. So there I was, an eighteen-year-old woman who had only in the past six months discovered the joys of sex now naked and eating with four fully clothed male companions four hundred miles from home. It was a peculiar feeling.
The next day, Richard and Philip offered to take us on a sightseeing tour of London. I looked forward to that with great excitement as I had only briefly seen a few places of interest on my last visit six years previously.
We set off at nine for a whistle-stop tour of the capital that involved hopping on and off the tube and brisk walks. We attempted to take in the Houses of Parliament, Downing Street, Trafalgar Square, the Mall, Buckingham Palace, St Paul’s Cathedral, Tower Bridge and the Tower of London in a whirlwind journey of discovery.
Having visited London several times since, we’d have been much better doing less and spending longer at certain places.
We finally ended at Oxford Circus in the centre of Oxford Street. I thought that Princess Street in Edinburgh was busy on a Saturday afternoon; however, it was nothing compared to the hustle and bustle of Oxford Street. It was heaving.
All the shops fascinated me as we walked along this incredible street of glamorous retailers. My only problem was that we were going in the opposite direction to what I felt housed the best-looking shops.
Suddenly, Richard and Philip guided us off the main street along a rather grubby-looking side street. We walked about a hundred and fifty metres when we stopped outside a building with ‘Peep Show.’ written on the door.
‘Shall we go in here for a laugh?’ Philip enquired.
‘What is it?’ I asked, mystified.
‘This area is called Soho, and it is London’s sex capital,’ Richard replied. It’s full of strip joints, peep shows and sex clubs of various types.’
‘I reckon if we take you in here, they might offer you a job. You’ll soon understand why when you see the standard of the talent on offer. It’s usually dire,’ Philip continued to explain.
‘But what’s a peep show?’ I inquired again, beginning to feel a bit anxious.
‘You stand in a booth and look through a small window to watch a naked woman on a bed. Sometimes they dance, sometimes they wiggle their breasts and other times a good one will open her legs.’
‘But why do we want to go in there?’ I continued asking, wondering why anyone would want to waste money seeing a few minutes of nudity.
‘For the fun and thrill of it. Come on.’
I was sandwiched between all four male friends as we entered the rather dingy building and climbed up the stairs on a dirty, well-worn carpet.
‘Can we all go to the same booth?’ Philip enquired as he spoke to the attendant.
‘Guess so, but you all have to pay,’ he looked at me, ‘Including her. Unless she’s auditioning, I could use a bird like her.’
‘No, no!’ Philip quickly replied, ‘She’ll just watch like the rest of us.’
I never knew such places existed, never mind that I’d ever be taken into one while I was still eighteen.
‘As there are five of us all paying, can we have a couple of minutes longer? Richard inquired.
‘Guess so. Won’t do that lazy wench in booth three any harm to work a bit harder.’ He paused before shouting out, ‘Monica, you have customers. Four guys and a girl to watch you. Five minutes.’
With that, we were guided to a curtain opposite a small arrow with the number three.
‘In there,’ the man said curtly.
Once we were all in, he drew the curtain behind us. The booth was a tight squeeze for five people. In front of us was a small window behind which sat a woman who looked bored stiff and not at all pretty by any stretch of the imagination.
‘See what we mean,’ Richard explained. ‘These places have zero talent.’
I watched spellbound as the poor girl rose lethargically from her bed and removed her bra without the slightest attempt to do anything gracefully. She wriggled her boobs and removed her panties before sitting down again on the bed cross-legged.
That was obviously all we were going to see.
We watched for another minute as she picked up a book and began reading.
‘Ignorant bitch,’ Philip said as we left the booth.
‘She was useless,’ Richard told the attendant. ‘She didn’t give us more than two minutes.’
‘Has she finished already,’ the attendent questioned unbelievingly, picking up a stopwatch and looking at it.
‘She finished two minutes ago,’ Philip added.
‘Monica,’ the man shouted.
‘Yeah.’
‘I told you five minutes.’
‘I couldn’t be bothered. I heard them say I was ugly.’
‘Did you?’ he questioned.
‘In fairness, she is,’ Andy replied, speaking for the first time.
‘You should sack Monica and employ Rachel here. She’s so much prettier.’
‘I’d take you on that right now if you were willing,’ the man countered. ‘You’re hot, alright. You look like you have a bit of grit, too.’
I stood shocked by the conversation, not knowing what to say.
‘Go on, Rachel. You go and show that ugly thing how to do her job.’
The man who obviously ran the place looked at me expectantly. ‘I’d pay top wages for someone as sexy as you,’ he offered. Twenty-five pounds an hour. Mind you, I’d want your photo on the street window so folks know what they are coming to see.’
‘Thanks,’ I smiled, very embarrassed, ‘But I’m only visiting London.’
‘Oh. Now, there’s a pity. And it sounds like you’re Scottish, too.’
‘I am.’
‘Your accent goes with your looks: seductive and sexy.’
‘Thanks,’ I answered again.
‘Here,’ he responded quickly. ‘You only got half a show, so here’s half your money back.’
‘Oh. Thanks a lot,’ Richard replied as he pocketed the pound coins.
‘If you change your mind and want a job, you make sure you give me first choice,’ the man called as we walked down the stairs.
‘She will,’ Richard called back up.
Once outside, the four lads fell about laughing at the adventure. I didn’t see what was quite so funny.
‘Fancy being offered a job just like that,’ Andy stated.
‘I didn’t think it was very funny,’ I answered rather curtly. ‘I thought you were all going to do a runner and leave me there at his mercy.’
‘You didn’t think that, did you?’ Richard asked.
‘What was I meant to think? I don’t know why we had to enter such a place.’
‘To show you what ugly hags they have in those places.’
‘To be honest, I felt kind of sorry for her,’ I responded, more than a little irritated that such a stunt had halted our trip to the London sights.
‘Why did you feel sorry for her?’ Philip asked, ‘She was ugly and didn’t give the show she was paid to give.’
‘It’s not much of a life sitting in that tiny mirrored room with no windows all day waiting for someone to come in and pay to see you take your clothes off,’ I countered. ‘I’d be bored stiff too.’
‘You should have taken the job, Rachel,’ Nick suggested, ‘Twenty-five pounds an hour is not bad. You could have done just the next three days till we go home?’
‘No, thank you!’ I stated, ‘Now, where are we going next?’
It seemed to me that for the next hour, the conversation kept returning to the peep show, the offer that was made and how ugly the poor girl was. I was becoming a little fed up with the whole topic.
‘Look,’ I finally declared, ‘I’m not taking that job! Okay? If you want me to do a peep show for you when we return, that’s different. I have zero intention of working in that place that we visited. Understand?’
All four seemed to get the message and also appeared happy at the offer of my private peep show just for the four of them. However, it did not take long for the subject to rise again.
‘Rachel,’ Philip asked about half an hour later.
‘Yes.’
‘Did you really mean what you said about doing a private peep show just for us?’
‘Yes, I did, but at home, not in a dingy place like that poor girl was stuck working in.’
‘Then would you be happy if we invited a few friends to join us?’ Richard inquired.
‘How do you mean?’
‘Philip and I could ask some mates, work colleagues and neighbours if they wanted to see you naked. I’m sure you’d be a mega-hit.’
‘Let me get this straight,’ I responded, getting a little tired of the subject, ‘You want to ask your friends to your parent’s house to watch me take my clothes off?’
‘Basically, yes,’ Richard replied simply as he stood looking at me.
‘Complete strangers?’ I countered, ‘Oogling at me?’
‘Strangers to you, but of course, not to us.’
‘You’re nuts. What sort of young woman aged eighteen would strip naked in someone else’s house for total strangers?’
‘I think you’d really enjoy it, Rachel,’ Philip commented, coming to his brother’s assistance.
‘Why?’
‘We are not asking you to have sex with them, just to sort of give them a bit of a thrill. I mean, you’re a very pretty young woman. I know they’d love it, and I honestly think you’d get a kick from it, too.’
Although sex was still a very new experience to me at that time, I could feel the inner excitement that the suggestion brought.
‘Let me think a bit more about it,’ I replied.
‘If you decide to do it, we could get you some sexy lingerie while we are in the city, and let those we want to invite know it’s on for tonight.’
It soon became evident that for the rest of the afternoon, the sights of London suddenly revolved around shops that sold ladies’ underwear. I knew I would have to decide quickly.
‘I like that set,’ I joked, pointing out a lacy red ‘baby doll.’ Outfit with matching panties and stockings. I could hardly believe the price tag. ‘If you get me that, I’ll do your peep how.’ I joked.
‘Great,’ Philip said, nodding his approval. ‘I agree. Very sexy indeed. Let’s see if they have it in your size.’
I followed, more than a little dumbfounded, right into the lingerie department.
‘We want something stylish for our friend,’ Richard announced to an elegant-looking gentleman of indeterminate age dressed in a smart dark suit and tie.
‘And sexy.’ Philip added cheekily.
‘I see,’ the man responded somewhat curtly. ‘Does the young lady wish for a fitting?’
‘Yes, please.’
‘Does she have a preference for male or female?’
‘She’s a woman, so she is looking for ladies’ underwear,’ Richard explained patiently.
‘I meant to assist her in obtaining the correct fit, Sir,’ the man replied without emotion.
‘Oh. I see. You’re not bothered, are you, Rachel?’
I never had time to reply before the man summoned another well dressed but younger man to assist me in purchasing the correct, sexy attire to wear during my first peep show.
Not being used to the London ‘scene,’ I was somewhat taken aback when the young assistant asked me to strip to my underwear so he could measure me accurately.
The thought of standing in my underwear in one of the shop’s spacious changing rooms with a male assistant, tape in hand, assessing my size and shape to ensure I purchased something that fitted perfectly was quite a turn-on.
‘They are quite small,’ I confessed to the assistant as he ran his tape across my breasts.
‘I’ve seen smaller,’ he answered matter-of-factly. ‘We have to cater for everyone here, so your size is nothing to worry about.
‘That’s a mercy,’ I responded with a degree of satisfaction.
‘You said you liked that little red outfit, the Hawaiian basque?’
‘Yes, I did, but I didn’t know its name.’
‘I’m sure we have it in your size. We also have a very, shall we say, similar seductive style in blue. Would you like to see that?
I nodded my acquiescence.
The assistant left me to try on the two styles he had brought. I couldn’t decide which to go for. One of my problems was looking at the price tag. It read one hundred and fifty pounds on the red, only ten pounds less on the blue.
‘Could my friends see me please to help me decide,’ I asked as I opened the door to see my assistant.
‘Sorry, but we only allow one in the changing room at a time. I could lend you a robe, and you could pop out to see them?’
‘Thanks,’ I murmured. I had never been to a lingerie shop like this before in my life. Talk about posh.
I donned the robe handed to me and made my way into the main area of the shop, where my friends stood anxiously waiting for my appearance. It was evident that Nick, Andy, Philip and Richard were by now more than a little embarrassed waiting in the ladies underwear section of this relatively high-end lingerie shop.
‘Have you seen the prices?’ I whispered. ‘I can’t afford to pay that much for this.’
‘You don’t have to,’ Philip responded, ‘Richard and I are paying. Have you found something suitable?’
‘Well, Yes. But.’ I stammered.
‘What’s wrong with it?’
‘The price,’ I answered honestly. ‘You’re not going to pay a hundred and fifty pounds to get me some new underwear?’
‘If you like it, we’ll get it,’ Richard stated with resolve. ‘Can we take a peek?’
I partly opened the robe to reveal the sexy, lacy red number.
Andy whistled as he looked me over. ‘Perfect,’ he said.
‘Do you want me to show you the blue one,’ I questioned.
‘No. I don’t think so,’ Richard answered, ‘That looks pretty hot on you.’
‘Are you managing alright?’ It was the first older assistant that had greeted us.
‘Oh. Yes, fine, thanks,’ Richard replied. ‘I think Rachel’s going to get this one.’
Now, it seemed that the assistant was at a loss for words. ‘Well, now that’s just fine, just fine. If you hand it to the assistant in the changing room, he’ll sort everything out for you.’
‘Thank you,’ Richard replied politely.
‘And if you require further help, I’ll be here somewhere. I’m in charge of the floor.’
Without a moment’s hesitation, Richard glanced around at the rather opulent-looking carpet and stated, ‘And very nice it looks, too!’
I could feel that the manager was not too enamoured with Richard’s sense of humour, so I quickly beat a retreat back into the changing rooms to get dressed.
I walked out and handed the chosen garment to an assistant who took it to the tills for payment.
‘Thought you lot were having us on when you first walked in,’ he stated as he folded the ‘Baby Doll,’ knickers, suspender belt and stockings in copious amounts of tissue paper. ‘Think that’s why the manager was a bit short with you when you came in. Young folk rarely come in here; it’s a bit upmarket for them. We certainly don’t often get four lads and one girl coming in. Which is your boyfriend?’ he asked amicably.
‘I am,’ all four called out simultaneously, to my great embarrassment.
‘Oh!’ was all the assistant could reply as he placed the now well-wrapped garment into a small cardboard box and took payment.
I was relieved to get out of the shop alive and without getting arrested. The manager still eyed us suspiciously as we left.
‘It was your dirty fingernails he didn’t like,’ Richard said to his brother Philip as we walked back towards Oxford Circus.
‘Don’t you think mechanics buy underwear for their girlfriends from that shop?’ Philip asked.
‘I’m sure they do, but I bet they wash their hands first before going into a place like that.’
‘I did,’ Philip countered, ‘It’s just some of the grease is hard to remove.’
We only had a couple of hours before the first guests arrived. By the time we got home. I was in a bit of a state, wondering how events would pan out. I had never heard of a ‘Peep Show’ until earlier that day, and now I was planning on taking part in one that very night.
As I put on my new expensive outfit, I realised why those who could afford it paid so much. Its fit was perfect, its style seductive, and its material expensive. I felt a million dollars as I looked at myself in front of the mirror – the proper little rich girl.
As we could not produce a booth, I had to sit on the bed while those invited by Philip and Richard gathered around to look at me or, rather, my body. It was nerve-wracking as I sat alone in the bedroom, listening to the young men arrive downstairs. I wondered what the neighbours thought as they saw Richard and Philip’s friends arriving in their cars. Many of the houses along the road did not possess driveways, so parking was at a premium, and it seemed to me that the arrival of around ten cars in a short time would not go unnoticed.
We had agreed that as Andy and Nick were the ‘new guys on the block’, they would give me orders to follow, which would be in the form of mostly one word.
The door opened as I carefully and apprehensively made myself comfortable on the bed. Philip led the parade of strangers until the bed was surrounded by ten young, hungry, and horny guys, all excited at the prospect of seeing the young sexy body of an eighteen-year-old woman about to embark on her first peep show assignment.
‘This is Rachel,’ Nick announced.
There were various friendly greetings proffered in my direction.
‘Say ‘hello,’ Rachel,’ I was instructed.
‘Hello, everyone,’ I croaked through my somewhat parched voice.
‘These men want a little excitement in their dull lives, Rachel. Will you give it to them? Andy enquired.
‘I’ll try,’ I responded, smiling coyly at them all.
‘Good,’ Nick responded, ‘Tits!’
I pulled myself up from lying seductively on the bed to a more sitting position. Once in place, I carefully adjusted my ‘baby doll’ outfit to expose my small thirty-four double-A breasts. This action surprisingly brought several comments of appreciation rather than ridicule.
‘Beautiful.’
‘Gorgeous.’
‘More than a handful is a waste.’
‘I bet they are sensitive?’
‘Very sexy.’
‘Play,’ Nick ordered.
I placed my hands on my boobs and began to massage them in a sexy and seductive way. I cupped them, bounced them, rubbed them and played with my nipples, which became hard and erect.
My fearfulness was dissipating as I looked around, observing bulges appearing behind jeans and chinos. The visitors were clearly enjoying my efforts to entertain them.
‘Bum,’ Andy suddenly commanded.
I stopped playing with my breasts and turned around so that I was on all fours. I lifted the bottom of my sexy top and unclipped my stockings from the suspender belt. I then slowly and, with as much provocation as I could manage, slid my knickers off my bum and down my legs to my knees.
My efforts were once again greeted with words of appreciation.
‘Pert.’
‘Hot.’
‘Sexy.’
‘Perfect.’
‘Open,’ Nick ordered.
Obediently, I pulled my bum cheeks aside so that everyone could obtain a clear view of my bum hole, which still had never been used sexually at that time. This produced some more ribald comments.
‘Fucking hot.’
‘What I’d love to do with that.’
‘I could finger that all day.’
‘I’d fuck it all day.’
When Andy and Nick felt everyone had seen enough of my bum, Andy ordered, ‘Pussy!’
I rolled over, and as I did so, I could see that hands had gone inside trousers to stroke bulging hard-ons. I also realised for the first time that I had become very moist between my legs.
I lay back on the bed supported by the pillows and opened my legs as far as my knickers around my knees would allow.
‘Wow!’
‘Incredible.’
‘How a real woman should be.’
‘Awesome.’
‘Knickers,’ Andy commanded.
I slipped them right down and off my feet, allowing me to spread my legs fully and provide a clearer and more intimate view.
‘Open it,’ Nick barked.
I placed my fingers into my pussy and pulled the lips apart, revealing my moist pink interior.
‘Fuck, she’s wet.’
‘Let me see?’
‘She’s asking us to fuck her.’
‘Can we?’
For the first time since the men’s arrival, I became a little afraid. If they all decided to leap onto the bed, there would have been little that Andy, Nick, Philip, Richard or myself could have done to stop me from being totally violated. Thankfully, they all behaved with admirable decorum.
‘Finger yourself,’ Nick instructed.
I began playing with my by now soaking pussy. Strangely, the more I played, the wetter I became, and the more I thought how exciting it would be if the men just leapt on me and did their stuff. Although I had never partaken in group sex at that time, I knew it was what I wanted. I craved to furnish and please all these men who were enjoying watching me perform sexually before them.
After after a few more minutes of fingering my pussy, Andy stopped proceedings.
‘Strip naked.’
I unclipped my ‘baby doll’ and pulled it over my head, doing the same with the suspender belt, and then rolling my stockings off my legs so that I sat on the bed completely naked.
I watched, enthralled, as every man there, including my friends, played with their cocks inside their trousers.
‘Can we give you a Bukkake?’ Philip suddenly enquired.
I was somewhat taken aback at this request. Here I was, lying nude on a bed surrounded by fourteen hot and horny guys who would have clearly fucked me stupid at the word, and Philip was asking if I wanted to eat.
‘I’ve never had one before,’ I replied after a moment or two of silence, ‘Is it an Indian dish?’
Everyone stopped working in their trousers and looked disbelievingly in my direction.
‘What do you mean, Rachel?’ Richard asked.
‘I’ve never heard of that Buk thing,’ I responded, ‘I presumed from the sound of it that it was an Indian dish.’
A few sniggers grew into ripples of laughter as everyone realised I did not have the faintest clue what a Bukkake was.
‘Oh Rachel,’ Philip exclaimed, ‘You’re priceless. Absolutely priceless! That’s our fault; we should have explained before.’
‘Explained what?’ I questioned, still none the wiser.
‘A Bukkake,’ Richard explained, ‘Is when a woman allows men to discharge their semen over her face and body.’
I blinked in stunned silence.
‘That wasn’t a good explanation,’ Richard’s brother Philip interjected. ‘Rachel, all of us guys here are rock solid. We can work our cocks, it’s called masturbation, until we are ready to shoot our load. We would love to fire the results over your hot body; otherwise, we will have to use tissues. Covering you in our ‘cum’ is called a Bukkake. It would be so sexy.’
‘I see,’ I replied slowly. ‘So you all want to cover my face and body with your discharge from your cocks.’ I was, in those days, limited in my sexual vocabulary.
‘Yes. That’s just what we want to do,’ Nick replied, ‘Will you let us?’
‘Why not,’ I replied, smiling.
I did not let on that secretly. I wanted to have a good look myself at all the talent available, and the only thing stopping me from allowing them to enter my pussy and mouth was fear. I did want just to lay back and let the men enjoy my body in any way they wanted; however, for now, at least a Bukkake would have to suffice.
There was a clamour for the undoing of belts, buttons and zips to allow previously restricted and confined rock-hard manhoods to escape. I had never seen so many exposed cocks before. I was just as excited as the men now holding their prize assets that my little show had produced such erections.
I lay back on the bed as the two guys knelt on either side of my face and pounded their dicks with such force I was afraid they might pull them right off. Suddenly a shot of white liquid fired from one cock and splashed across my face. This was rapidly followed by the second discharge from the other man that came with greater force straight into my left eye a few seconds later.
For the next ten minutes, one after another of, these now sexually charged young Londoners took turns to fire their loads in the direction of my naked head and torso until, for the first time in my life, I was covered in warm sticky cum. I was led to the mirror to admire the men’s work.
As I looked at my reflection, my face and breasts resembled something a modern artist had splattered. There were zigzags, splodges, streaks and smears of thick white sticky cum adhering to my skin, making me a sticky mess.
As I admired the men’s work, it soon became apparent that some were gearing up for another round of firing more cum in my direction. This time my hairy pussy and bum were the targets as I lay or kneeled on the bed to receive another liberal splattering of their sticky secretions.
When the guys had eventually finished, I asked them permission to feel their cocks and balls. None had any objection as they gathered around the bed once again, allowing me to hold, stroke and play with their cocks. It was the first time I had been given access to so many, and I took my time to feel the texture, their ball sack and take in the smell of each one. I knew that I wanted each of the men to engage in full sex with me; however, being so young and inexperienced, I still shied away from such a move.
Once I had showered, I was happy enough to play host to my newfound friends, having again donned my ‘baby doll’ and stockings. As we enjoyed soft drinks and pizza together, I further enjoyed the lustful looks and amorous attention that many hands brought my way. I was on such a high that I may well have accepted the offer from the ‘Peep Show’ manager had my friends suggested I go back to him.
I had discovered that, for whatever reason, my face, breasts, pussy and bum were attractive to men. They wanted me, or rather my body, and I knew that as soon as I had conquered my fear, I wanted men’s cock deep inside my young, eager pussy. I wanted to please and pleasure; however, my gangbang days would have to wait a few months more until I commenced university. I had no idea as I went to bed that night just how many male university students would be attracted to my five feet ten, size eight figure with natural unshaven pussy and small breasts. Such exciting times still lay in the future!
