Sex Tales for the New Millennium Ch. 03

Sex Tales for the New Millennium

the

'sexual revolution'

was a wrongly named glimmer

of the quiet next phase of humane evolution

that is only just beginning...

(Sarah Ch. 3)

My visits to Main Man had this deep, validating effect, and I was experiencing all sorts of nice repercussions as a result. I saw myself with more appreciation, and when I was nice to myself, I felt freer and even more alive. And now I can look at myself with a little more forgiveness, even a chuckle. When I first said I was "pretty much" a virgin, I was discounting an episode about six months ago. It was good for me, and it had its moments.

Candy was one of those buxom popular high-bred girls I hardly knew in high school. She surprised me by bumping into me between clothing racks at the big mall. She never seemed to notice but this day she was soo nice.

"Sarah, you look so good! Wow, you've really kept yourself up. How are you doing?"

"Not bad Candy, how are you?"

Then she continued with small talk and we were actually hitting it off. She moved close and put her arm around me as we laughed together over an irony. She teased me and pinched my rear. I was surprised, and the pinch had an interesting controlled nature that turned me on. But I was also wondering why she was doing this. I had never been part of the "in" crowd, and nothing had happened to change my status. And she always appeared very hetero, like the rest of her crowd. Whatever. The attention was making me warm.

Then she told about her friends that had moved away. "I'm getting lonely." Her mouth looked sad. "How would you like to stop by some day Sarah? We could hang out and sun by the pool."

"That could be fun."

"What are you doing on like Monday holiday? My house will be so empty" as she added puppy dog eyes to her expression.

My calendar was blank and I said "yes."

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After debating over what suit to bring and not wanting to be showy (and not having much to show) I put on my one-piece. But then I pulled on the short coverup I had later found cheap at the mall, to give it a little balance. I drove over there with the music blaring, my small car flanked by big monsters that occasionally honked. But soon the yards got bigger and more suburban, I heard only my music, and then I pulled into her driveway.

Candy greeted me at the door in a coverup that was perfectly tailored around her curvaceous body, showing it off with perfect tightness. Great music was shaking her house, and she moved with a well-tailored rock-star confidence. We walked to her lovely open kitchen and she got me a drink. As I was sipping she pulled up my coverup and suddenly I was more exposed.

"Uhhh, are we going to church? Let's see if we can find something better." She tossed the coverup and put her finger under the front of my leg opening, and then started pulling me. She took me through her fancy house and up to her bedroom. Her finger made little sparks fly at the top of my thigh and the friction got stronger on the stairs. As we reached the top I was so excited a tiny "yelp" came out. Then I laughed and she did too.

She said, "come here!" and moved her hand to under my ass and pushed me into her large gorgeous room, and up onto a dressing platform. She pulled down my suit and checked me out. I tried not to show my mild turn on as when she bent down and looked close — her head was right in front of my tender parts. I hoped I wasn't misting. Then she put her hand right there and said "what a hump!" Electricity sparked and I gasped. She looked up and smiled deep into me. She squeezed it and then walked to the closet as I was left to quake. She looked quickly and grabbed some white straps that may be a bottom. She danced toward me and pulled them up. That was nice. And she pulled and pulled as she continued to dance. This was making me real hot again and I sort of had to join in. And I got hotter as I continued. I felt like I could climax any moment, and I realized I was breathing heavy.

She stopped with a smile and looked at me while I realized my mouth was still open. I was embarrassed. Candy grabbed the front of the thong and pulled me close to give me a quick kiss on my breast.

"Half done" she said as she held me close by her handle. I couldn't argue. Then she pulled me off the platform to follow her, with the strap cutting a swath of excitement. As we walked her knuckles were playing with me. I was hers and about to burst with every step as her pressure danced against my front. She took me to the next room, which must have been her sister's.

"We'll have to find a top here" she said with just a touch of condescension. She let go and I caught my breath while she pulled out a skimpy matching white top. She pulled it around me and I felt like a skin-covered present wrapped with ribbons. Candy fussed with the top and then the bottom again and waves of pleasure shot through my body.

"Ready to sunbathe?"

"Yeah!" I said. I grabbed my coverup on the way, thinking I might need it.

We went out to the pool where the music was continuing via outdoor speakers. Candy grabbed the coverup out of my hand and tossed it.

"Have a seat, Sarah," she said, and I did.

And then she pulled off her cover just in front of me with more of her star-elegance. I was humbled by her body. Her deep blue and white lycra bottom just covered things while the matching top cradled large firm boobs seemed to stand straight out. This was what stacked was! Her skin was young and perfect, her legs thin and nice. No wonder she was popular. Sexuality screamed out and it turned me on just to watch her.

She laid down on her cot and so I laid on mine with my rear kissing the sun. There was a lot of exposure!

We talked about music, shared school tales, and talked about what people from school were doing. She complimented me again for the way I took care of my body.

Then she stared into my eyes and asked quietly, "Sarah, have you lost your virginity yet?"

I gulped with embarrassment. "Well, not yet. I just don't see many interesting dudes in my everyday life. But I'm ready if the right neat guy came along."

Candy nodded. "I understand. I've been saving mine too, saving myself for Mr. Right. I haven't meet him either but I'm sure I'll find him soon."

I was a bit surprised but she said it with such conviction. Out of the bottom of my eye I saw her ass shake slowly with anticipation. It was so sexy I felt like she was seducing me. My rear shook in an echo of hers and I felt her smile.

Then she pulled out a number and we had a few puffs. The music was really good. I turned away from her and laid down to focus on the pleasant buzz. I felt good, and I was really starting to relax. I was on my side and my legs were somewhat bent. The music had a soothing beat and the sun was warming the top of my body.

And then Candy reached over and softly put her fingers on my rear. She started stroking, lightly. My ass couldn't help but to move a little and her fingers explored it. She was so hot and I was feeling it too. Slowly she moved up my back, and then she made a suggestion.

"Why don't we remove your top?", and she went right to it. "Don't want tan lines," she explained, massaging where the edges had been. Then she played with my ass some more and made it really move. Then she stopped for a minute and stared at me.

"Sarah, why don't you turn over, to warm your face?"

I did, exposing my breasts to the sun. She reach back over and touched my tummy lightly. Then she moved down to my legs — my thighs. I couldn't help but move. Then she explored between my legs, ever so lightly. Then she moved up to brush my breasts and nipples. Wow, they never felt so hard. Every touch caused me to move in a new way. I felt like my body was glowing and about to explode. I felt like merchandise that she knew how to display.

Just then we heard the gate shake and feet landing. I sat up with a start, saying "What's that?"

The gate opened and I was facing two dudes staring right at me.

"Wow" I said, helplessly as I realized I was pretty much naked state.

"Chris and Scott" said Candy. "Come in!"

They were smiling and started moving while fixating on my breasts. I froze for seconds and couldn't move. As they got closer I finally moved my hands to provide some cover. The boys kept coming, both continuing to check me out. My breasts were covered but just barely, and my privates were highlighted with the ribbon. And I was still so hot.

And the boyswerecute, probably college dudes, looking laid back and rich. Not bad at all. As they continued to check me out I started to worry that Candy would be jealous.

"Cool, how are you lovely ladies doing?" They walked past us to sit on the cots across from where our heads had been.

"Oh we're doing just fine," said Candy with a soothing voice. "This is my friend, Sarah. We were in high school together. Isn't she looking good?!"

"Yeah", they smiled in unison.

I carefully laid down on my tummy and elbows, looking up to face them.

"I'll get you two a drink. Make Sarah feel at home," And Candy walked away. Wow could she walk! For some reason watching her walk made my ass move, just a little.

They started pleasant conversion and Chris started to show off his new gear, the latest phone pod. I put my head up a little to see better, and they talked about the gizmo like it was some kind of revelation. They were so attentive and pleasant I leaned up just a bit more. My ass moved a little for balance.

When Candy came out she handed them a beer and Chris moved to right by my side, with me between him and Candy. Conversation continued and I spaced out a bit. Then a hand landed on my leg, and moved up to my ass, just a bit heavy, with authority. Without meaning it, I let out a revealing sighs. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Chris's other arm move, and then realized my top was gone. It was in his hands. I didn't mind. Inside me, pressures were building.

They must have been thirsty, downing the good beers Candy brought fairly quickly.

Candy said, "Sarah, would you be so kind as to get these guys another beer?"

I had to walk?! I took a deep breath and got up quickly the back way, so my back faced everyone. Chris's hand managed to say a gentle goodbye. Their heads turned to follow my ass. I went into the house and turned into the kitchen. But the walls were glass and my near-naked profile was becoming fully visible in the well lit kitchen. I started to stumble but managed to skip out of it as I walked into their stares. I turned my back to them again to open the refrigerator. The beer was up high in the high-class fridge and I stood on my tiptoes to read the labels, swaying just a bit for entertainment. I looked carefully and picked good ones, opened them, and put them on the tray I saw. Then I put the tray up on my hand like a skilled waitress. I took a gulp and turned around and walked toward them. I did well, not stumbling a bit.

They enjoyed the show and I heard complements in low tones. They took the brews graciously. Their polite thanks made me feel welcome. I sat up where my feet had been, making a circle so we could all face each other. I was smiling and my breasts were too; it seemed silly to hide them up anymore.

Then they asked me to get an ashtray and again the stares followed me each way accompanied by nice low tones. Wow, I was getting smooth. They lit one up and I had tiny hits to be polite. It did taste good. Conversation and music continued. I was feeling good, even relaxed. Then they got up and Chris started whispering in Candy's ear. They talked briefly and secretly and then the boys went inside. It must have been potty time.

After the door closed behind them Candy took a breath and leaned over to speak. What was she going to say? Was I being too competitive?

Candy moved over to my cot and put her mouth next to my ear. She put a hand on my leg. "Sarah, Chris and Scott are having a problem. They say that you are so hot, they are about to explode."

I actually felt a bit relieved and accidentally let my body show it. Candy remained with her mouth at my ear and moved her hand a bit up my leg. I just looked straight ahead at the gate.

I said, "but you are pledged to be a virgin," reinforcing the assumptions that she was top dog and the object of their affection. Candy was quiet and I was moist. With her face still close to me, I leaned back to see her while building up my look of empathy. She was looking at me, intently. I felt the power of her expression. The "ball" was in my court. How should I put it? I said, "Well, what could I do?" "Should I give them head?" I said awkwardly.

Candy said "no," she didn't think that was what they wanted. She moved close to my ear and moved her fingers up against my strap. She pressed and whispered. "I think they want to fuck you."

I felt a wave of heat go though me and it seemed like her finger moved; I couldn't stop the slight convulsion. Candy surprised me by turning closer and slowly but aggressively put her tongue in my mouth and her finger deeper in. She was inside me. As she slowly pushed me back I thought, "I would do this for Candy." My back was flat on the cot, and her finger seemed to be poised on all my buttons.

Then Candy stepped over me and slowly swayed her ass. I felt the waves through the air and through her finger. She was so hot. Then I heard steps walking towards us and when they said "we're back" Candy and I responded in unison with "hello."

I closed my eyes and Candy stepped back over me to return to her seat. They took seats and conversation started between them, but I was just listening to the music and feeling the warm sun on my front. I also felt stares, which were keeping my body feeling good, and I was swaying with the music, subtly. The music was good. Then Chris's hand settled on my leg. With authority. It stayed there for a minute, generating new sparks. Then, slowly, he moved his fingers up my thigh, still in control. Then he moved his hand around, still slowly, and felt just under my ass, all in time to the music. He started to explore it. It moved in response. All felt in place. And after a bit I was making quiet gasps and he kept working it, dancing in and out of the sensitive interior. My ass was sort of dancing. Then he moved his hand slowly around to the top, as I gasped more loudly. He moved down my middle and massaged the central areas gently and it felt great. He had it moving up and down. He continued stroking me through the suit, knowing just where to press. Then he slipped under in an erotic millisecond.

"Wow" said someone, softly. Then after an intense interlude his strokes moved up, across my tummy and breasts. I felt so beautiful. And then he moved to my neck and head. Never had they felt so erogenous. His fingers moved to my lips and then his tongue entered my mouth, slowly thrusting deep. His long kiss was filling me so intensely I barely felt the thong come off. I felt him enter me slowly. It felt good, and he quickly speeded up. He came within a minute or two. I lay in pleasure.

Then Scott got on top; his kisses covered my face and neck and breasts, and then he started thrusting into me. Within minutes he came. I lay there reverberating, feeling good, but not totally satisfied.

Candy demanded another one. I heard her suck and then she gave me a shotgun. I lay there naked and prone, absorbing it all in an agitated erotic state. I wanted more. Candy quickly gave me another and then passed it off. And then she started stroking me, starting on my calfs and then up my thighs. I quickly got over embarrassment and let myself move to her authoritative touch. Her ever higher strokes started me moving more and more. She could do whatever she wanted with me. And she knew what to do. As she moved to my sensitive parts, the movements slowly turned into convulsions. Then I felt the phallus object enter me. Her arm moved back and forth slightly, and then more and more in ever longer strokes.

Then my pleasure started to explode. The phallus was pumping me and I was moving and gasping and I wanted to explode.

And then Candy declared, "Our sacrificial virgin. You were so sweet, so 'selfless,' taking it for me." Power emanated from her arm, I was helpless, and exposed, and exploding.

She continued with more powerful thrusts, "but we know what you really want. You want to be noticed, you want to be fucked. Over and over."

Wow, "yes!" I thought silently as energy reverberated through my being.

"Over, and over," she echoed as my energy rose and rose without relief.

And then she said, "And, you need to know — you need to know, I've been fucking them foryears" and immediately the explosion started, an erotic mixture of pleasure, of my depravity exposed, of being used. And I just kept going as she repeated "fucking them for years" in rhythm with her arm. I came more and more as I saw Candy's image turned from a classy virgin to a sophisticated sex vixen, her sexy hands controlling me. After minutes of "fucking them for years" I couldn't take any more and let out a final minute of violent convulsions and sobs.

I stopped slowly. Feelings of exposure and dirt dripped off me like beads of sweat. When I was finally still I lay there in my puddle for wonderful minutes. I turned over. She had let go of the instrument but left it in me, and I fell into an erotic rest, my ass a bit up in the air. Laying there left me turned on. They used me and it felt good. Their conversation started with pleasantness and provided a nice background for my continuing erotic vibrations.

After a while one of them reached between my legs to pull the phallus out slowly and started to tease my butt with it. I felt a little sensitive and I wasn't ready for anything more. I pulled up a towel and covered myself. They went back to attending to each other, and within a few minutes they were at it. They pumped a lot, although I didn't hear anything approaching my ecstasy.

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I got up sometime later, feeling nicely relaxed but a just a bit dirty. They were laying down looking satiated. I found my coverup and pulled it on. I made brief nice small talk and then thanked them for a good time and excused myself. They were tired and out of it but gracious. Candy said I performed wonderfully, but then they made a joke about my drama.

The bit of hurt was draining through my consciousness as I said my final "goodbye."

It felt good to get in my car, my space. I enjoyed the quiet for a minute. As I started the car up and drove I realized my body felt good, especially my well used commando pussy. I turned up the music and it moved with it. I thought the gamey part of the day was a bit cheap but I did get something nice from them. And they did stop when I said "no."

I got on the highway, and as I drove over the hill, I saw that billboard — the image that always captured my attention. Although I knew it was a device, the image did something to me. It made me look, and want to go to the store to buy its promise of beauty. But now I felt different. The model seemed so unreal, the image so...constructed. There probably was nothing behind it but sweat and acting. My secure spot in my little car felt so much better. The beauty was in me, not out there.

As I drove on, an idea for a dress was coming into my mind. I could design it, with lines just right for me, and I could make it, skillfully. A silver wool tunic over a tighter cotton wrapper. It would be short and sassy, downright smart-alecky. I moved with my music.