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Dressed for Orgasm
by Lucy Du (address withheld)
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Ever since my childhood I seem to have enjoyed the feel
of certain clothes. The soft and warm sensation of
flannel usually soothes my stress. Silk electrifies my
skin as it brushes my nipples and buffs my ass. And
some items actual excite me to a point that I may even
cum by just walking a certain way. (MMF, FF, orgy,
strangers)
***
It has been difficult for me to express my elations.
How could something so passive, inadvertently make my
very soul reel with pleasure? And in all the
discussions with my friends, clothes were enticing,
sexy, alluring, but never satisfying. So I kept it to
myself. At least, until I was caught one day.
I met the most sensitive and receptive man I ever
thought I would meet at an embarrassing moment. He had
stopped to help me. He noticed that I was looking
flushed and light-headed. In fact, he described that I
looked as if my knees were going to give out. The fact
was, they were.
I think I might have ruined it by telling him that in
the winter I liked to go without panties and especially
enjoyed the hard creases of my jeans of rubbing against
my bare pussy. What he thought was a fainting spell was
actually one of these enjoyable times.
I might not have relayed to him the reasons for my
light-headedness if I hadn't been in such a state of
erotic pleasure. His hands were holding me, and I was
squatting in a position where if I moved slightly back
and forth, the coarse, yet flexible, denim rubbed
against my pussy. His sturdy hands, combined with the
increasing wetness I was experiencing in my jeans drove
me almost to cry out in ecstasy.
Instead of crying out, I described to him the
sensations I was feeling. At the time, I did not notice
that he had begun to slightly tremble as he held me. I
was focused on my own sensations, knowing that I would
soon reach orgasm. I did not notice that his hands were
pushing me harder and faster, back and forth, and back
and forth. In all my erotic experiences with clothes, I
had never been driven to the brink of ecstasy with the
help of a man. I never thought I would cum so hard.
Despite the overwhelming pleasure, I suddenly realized
that a strange man was holding me. I was scared. I was
embarrassed. I was at a loss for words. I remained
partially squat with him leaning over me. I felt as if
I were on a tree swing, only he was my support. He
still had his strong, thick arms pressed against my
sides. His one hand had a firm hold of the back of my
thigh near my ass, and his other was squarely on the
other cheek. We stayed in this position for what seemed
hours. Finally, I built up enough courage to look him
in the eye.
I looked up at him to find the most beautiful face. His
features were sharp but not chiseled. His skin was
lightly tan and cleanly shaven. His hair was dark,
short on the sides with a little overhang of bangs that
came to his eyes. His eyes were crystal blue and
piercing into me with a slight glazed glow. He looked
utterly statuesque until I realized he was trembling.
He shook not for the stress of my body in his arms. No,
he easily managed me. The tremors were an aftershock
from my earthquake of an orgasm.
I slid out of his arms and to my knees without losing
eye contact. He slowly straightened himself until he
was fully standing over me. I gently laid my hands on
the outside of his legs and eased them northward. His
thighs were tight and twitching. His face glistened
with perspiration. He looked as I must have when he
first found me. I can understand why he thought I
needed medical attention. But I knew it was not medical
attention that was needed.
My hands reached his belt buckle and unstrapped it. His
jeans popped and hissed as I loosened them. I tugged at
them, forcing them down his hips. It was difficult for
they were caught on his swollen cock. So, I grabbed it
and pushed it until his jeans were released. They slid
to his knees. I kept his dick in my hand, ever so
lightly caressing its length. I found the tip of his
cock slippery with anticipation and it jerked when I
smoothed the wetness over its entire head.
My other hand began to explore the sack that fell below
his cock. I massaged his balls and caressed his
scrotum. I followed with my finger the bulging tube
that began on the front of his cock. I followed it
through the scrotum, pushing his balls to either side
and continuing between his thighs.
I spent some time rubbing this tender area between his
scrotum and anus. He was receptive and spread his legs
to allow me better access. I could feel the tube surge
and his balls tightened. I knew it was coming and I
didn't want it yet. So, I tugged on his balls, squeezed
the shaft of his cock and paused until the threat was
over.
I wanted to taste him and feel him in my mouth. I
dragged my tongue up the length of his cock. With a
quick circling of its head, I slid over his dick,
sheathing it in my warm, moist mouth. I took as much as
I could into my throat, waited, and began to slide off
of it. After several bobs, I began to increase my pace.
I took him in with short jerking motions. I took him in
deep. I twisted and turned on his pole. I grabbed the
base of his cock with my hands and fondled his balls. I
think I heard moans of encouragement but I was to
focused on my job at hand.
I continued this assault until his gun blew. His cum
splattered against the back of my mouth. I opened my
cheeks to allow for the extra liquid. His cock twitched
endlessly, releasing the taste I desired so much. I
moved slightly to encourage any remaining cum that was
left in that tube I traced to his underside. Confident
that the fireworks were over, I pulled him out of my
mouth as if I were sucking on a frozen pop in 110-
degree heat, not wanting to lose any of its flavor. At
last freed from his Popsicle, I swallowed. I swallowed
with the ecstasy of knowing I pleased him as much as he
had me.
Then I came back into reality and I realized that the
sound I had begun to hear was not my head throbbing
with the excitement of what had just occurred but
approaching footsteps. It was then that I remembered
just where we were. I was doing research for a paper in
the basement storeroom in a used-bookstore.
I had been going there for months and only rarely had I
been in the company of another person. I wondered what
the stranger I had just blown was doing here, and also
the intentions of whoever was approaching. The
footsteps were even more evident now as I watched him
hurriedly put his jeans back over his spent cock. A
woman entered through the door in front of us.
For about an hour, the three of us wandered around the
basement, presumably working on our individual tasks. I
was still numb from the aftereffects of the orgasm I
had just experienced and the idea, still new, that I
had just had sex with the most incredible stranger.
The taste of his cum was still in my mouth.
I was at the other side of the room, and each time I
visualized my stranger's face in my mind, I became
hotter and wetter. I felt a presence, and saw him
standing next to me. I had an urgent desire to grab his
ass. As my hand reached out and briefly held the
muscular curves of his buttocks, he turned around and
held my stare. His crystal blue eyes seemed to pierce
right through me, to the innermost dimensions of my
soul.
In a trancelike state, he unbuttoned my shirt and so
doing, pressed his lips hard against mine. His hand
reached down and pressed against my cunt. He unzipped
my jeans and was pulling them off. He was having
trouble because they were so tight, and so he pushed me
onto a chair sitting nearby. The jeans slid off with
deftness and urgency.
I was shocked at his strength. He pulled me back up and
reached down to rub my pussy with his left hand. With
his right, he grabbed a piece of cloth that was sitting
underneath a display of books and stretched it
underneath my cunt. He forced me to kneel, and then
took the same position in front of me. With both hands,
one behind me and one in front of me, he pulled the
ends of the cloth upwards. I could feel my body rise in
spasms of pleasure.
The cloth was thick, yet had a silky feel to it. As he
varied the pressure, a million sensations filled me at
once. At first, the touch was light as a feather,
almost nothing, and my spine tingled as my body filled
with desire. He began to pull the cloth forwards and
backwards against my pussy, giving it more and more
pressure. I began to feel extremely dazed and thought I
might pass out. Just in time, his hands wrapped around
my sides, pulled me up and onto the chair as he knelt
in front of me.
With his thick, strong hands, he spread out my legs and
began to taste me. He began gently, caressing my labia
ever so lightly, and I knew they must have been almost
dripping with pleasure. His tongue was magical and
relentless. He stroked my pussy in a way I never
imagined I would ever experience. His tongue never
tired and the determination he presented made me so hot
I could feel my entire body trembling.
He started going at it with faster strokes of his
tongue and his fingers found their way inside. My legs
were shaking and I knew I was about to have another
orgasm. Suddenly he held his hand still as the index
finger began to gently circle on and around a single
area in the front wall of my vagina. I was lost in a
sea of pleasure. But I desired more.
I wanted to feel his penis inside me, so I stood up and
happened to look over his shoulder. In the midst of
this whirlwind occurrence, I had forgotten that we were
not alone in the basement. Looking through the top
shelf of books that had been enclosing us in the back
corner of the room, I realized that the other woman in
the basement had been watching all along.
She stared without blinking at us. Her mouth was
slightly ajar. Her arms fell in front of her, coming
together below her hips. The voyeur woman stood behind
a stack of boxes that came to her waist. I could not
see what her hands were doing, but imagined they were
rubbing her clitoris. She just stood there, staring at
my stranger and I fucking.
Meanwhile, he stripped off his clothes and sat on an
armless office chair. I stepped over him and sat on his
knees. He had a hold of me with his hands around my ass
and kneading my flesh. I reached in front of me to
touch his rising interest. His cock sprang to attention
in my hand. I caressed it, re-familiarizing myself with
his mass of flesh.
It was standing on its own and ready for the next
stage. But was I ready for it? Sure, I dreamt of what
happened earlier but intercourse with a nameless man.
Could I let a stranger into my innermost sanctum? But
the magnetism. The raw sex. The smell of our bodies.
The aching between my thighs. I did not care any more.
I needed his cock inside of me, whoever he was or
whoever watched did not matter.
He lifted me off of his knees and onto his pole but it
took a few attempts to get it right. As we first
touched cock-to-cunt, he twirled himself over my wet
labia to lubricate his pole. Then I lowered myself
until the dry friction stopped us. I moved up and down
slowly until I finally felt him entirely in me. I was
so wet and his cock was perfect. It stabbed into the
back of my vagina. The pain was the pleasure as it
adjusted to the invader. I continued to move up and
down, bouncing on his cock. It slid almost out of me,
and then reentered to my depths. I rode his entire
length slowly and thoroughly. Then, he took control.
While fully in me he grabbed my legs, lifting them
until the back of my knees were in the crease of his
elbows. With the newfound leverage, he became to push
and pull me. I did not resist his action. I was sliding
on his groin as if I were in a scull rowing. Back and
forth I moved, faster and faster. The sensation was
exhilarating. I have felt the many pleasures of a cock
moving in and out of me, but this was completely
different.
His cock stayed entirely inside my cunt pushing against
my walls in a circular manner. It moved as if whisking
to a peak egg whites for merangue. It pressed on to
areas that I never imagined could be so sensitive. I
began to scream with pleasure. I suppose the sight and
sound of this incredible fuck was too much for our
viewer.
As I continued the fuck ride, the mysterious woman
stood behind me, reached out, and took a hold of my
breasts as they jiggled. My stranger underneath me was
increasing his pace. I had a vision of egg whites
flowing over and out of the whisking bowl as the bowl
turned faster.
I was dizzy, not from the movement, but because every
part of my body was feeling a different sensation, both
new and raw. Plus, this woman was clutching my breasts
and now nibbling at my neck. My scream was loud and I
felt my vaginal juices flow out and onto his groin as
he slowed down the pace. Gently, I lifted myself off of
his pole and turned around to face the other woman.
When she had first entered through the door, I had
noticed she was attractive, but now looking at her
appearance, which was sweaty and disheveled, my
feelings of attraction turned into those of lust. She
had long hair that was plastered to her sweaty face.
Her jeans were unzipped and pulled partway down her
legs. As she took her hand and ran it through her hair
to brush it back, I saw that she was beautiful. The
nameless man was watching the entire scene, as I walked
over to this beautiful woman and took hold of her
jeans. She made no comment so I pulled them down, along
with her panties.
Obligingly, she stepped out of them and pulled her
shirt over her head, exposing a pair of perky breast.
In anticipation of impending events, I removed a pile
of books on a nearby desk.
My unnamed man moved to the left to get a better view.
I could see him stroking his cock as he watched. I
picked up some of the juices that had been flowing down
my thighs with my fingers and approached her. I brought
my fingers to her lips and she licked them clean. I
started to feel her breasts and she mine.
Seeing another woman naked in such close proximity was
so riveting, I thought I might climax then and there.
But as I was staring at her breasts in this entranced
state, she took her hand and lifted my chin up so that
we were looking directly into each other's eyes. We
kissed.
Her lips were pressed against mine and we stood there,
nipple to nipple, rubbing our pussies against each
other. The woman made her way to the desk and took a
seat on its edge. I followed her. Soon, both our hands
made their way gradually downwards. She was extremely
wet, and I was mesmerized by the idea of tasting
another woman's pussy.
I knelt on the floor. As I went down on her, she spread
out her legs. For the first time, I was able to see
another woman's vulva close up and I was amazed at its
complexity. It was a beautiful world of its own. I
began to explore with my tongue stroking her labia lips
up and down, back and forth. Then I moved between her
lips to her clitoris, and stuck my fingers into her
hole. She began to moan.
At the same time, I felt two familiar hands on my ass.
Again, I felt their strength and sturdiness. The hands
pulled up my rear end as I worked the woman's cunt. My
heart raced as he entered me from behind. From where he
was standing I knew he had a perfect view of what was
transpiring between the two women in front of him.
Slowly and methodically he began. He stuck the entire
length of his cock into my cunt and brought it out
almost all the way. He repeated this motion as he
watched.
I had two fingers in the woman's pussy and my tongue
was all over her clit. She moaned louder and arched her
back as her body began to convulse uncontrollably. The
cock inside me was moving harder and faster with the
increased moans of the woman at the end of my tongue. I
was dying to see the woman's face as she orgasmed so I
stopped what I was doing and directed him to fuck this
wanton woman.
I watched as he rubbed the tip of his penis against her
hot, red, and very wet pussy. I watched as he inserted
his dick into her just seconds after it had been in me.
As he started to go inside her, I moved behind him and
caressed his balls.
I pressed my breasts against his smooth and broad back
as my hands stroked his balls, pushing them together
and then pulling them away from one another. Meanwhile,
he had been grinding his cock into her cunt. She tilted
her head back, closed her eyes, and the corners of her
lips lifted into a sensual smile as her vagina adjusted
its size to the welcomed intruder.
I stepped to the side of the two to get a good view of
the activities. I first looked at his cock sliding in
and out of this moaning banshee. I have never seen the
pleasure from such a close distance. I could hear the
slurping of cock in her cunt. I saw her labia being
pulled and tugged by the oscillating motion. His balls
slapped against her ass. I was amazed at the whole
orchestration and yet I knew it was all too easy to
perform.
I reached out and rubbed her clit. She became louder
and thrashed against her lovers. I then spread her
pussy lips further open. I could feel him jab his cock
into her. She grunted that this allowed him to fuck her
harder and vowed that it increased her pleasure. So, I
just stayed there with a bird's eye view of the
fucking. She had grabbed and groped at me. I felt her
hand slip between my thighs to my swollen pussy. She
probed my cunt with her fingers. Then, something was
said that I am not sure about but I followed the
directions without hesitation.
I climbed on top of the woman and straddled her face.
Lowering my pelvis, she began to lap at my pussy. She
attacked it with unbridled passion. Her tongue stabbed
at my hole and darted between my lips. She sucked on my
swollen clit as if it were a dick. The sensation was
too much. I wavered on my knees and then leaned
forward. We were almost in a 69 except she was still
being fucked. I could feel another orgasm coming. The
sights, the sounds, the smells and the newness of being
eaten by another woman drove me into a frenzy. My cunt
was becoming numb and my head was swimming but I knew
that it would soon end.
I straightened up and leaned back against the wall. My
thighs twitched with the impending orgasm. Moans and
screams of ecstasy roared out of my mouth. At the
moment of cumming, I lurched and swayed. Again, the
pussy juice flowed from me, out of my cunt and onto her
face. She sucked and lapped as best she could. The
sight of me coming on the woman must have been
fantastic for our stranger grunted with determination
as he came inside my wet-faced-woman-lover. He pulled
out of her with his cock looming in front of me.
I now fell into a 69 but took him into my mouth. I
sucked the combined juices off of his Popsicle. Then, I
dropped my mouth to the oozing pussy below. Pearl white
gobs leaked from her slit and I quickly lapped at them.
I tasted his cum and hers from this fountain of love.
I could not get enough of the taste. So I licked and
sucked on her pussy. Her thighs clenched at my head as
I assaulted her clit. With little effort her juices
squirted from her cunt. I tried to catch as much as I
could, for I was only too willing to return the favor
that she bestowed to me. Slowly and lovingly, I licked
around her cunt, as I knew she much be as sore as I was
after this fuck fest.
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