April Fool's Joke on Leslie

When I first married Ray he told me this really funny story of a friend of his from work that was just about as perverted as he is. This was back in the 'old days' before digital cameras, when you would take your print film to Fotomat or MotoPhoto and some pimply-faced teenager would send your film off to be developed or in the case of 1-Hour MotoPhoto, they would develop the pictures right there in the store, while you waited.

Personally I really believe Ray did this to one of his ex-wives, but he never admitted it and claimed it was his buddy Gary.

I have never met either Gary or his wife, Leslie and to hear Ray describe Leslie, I'm sure I would hate her. At the time she was tall, blonde, an ex-bikini model with perfect titties and what Ray described as a perfect ass (though I'm convinced he was the perfect ass!).

Anyway, one evening (back in the eighties!) Gary and Leslie were feeling frisky and started taking sexy pictures of each other with their One-Step Polaroid. The poses became more and more risqué what with the booze and the weed plus it was a Polaroid camera, after all, who's going to see the pictures?!?!

Except the One-Step ran out of film after about ten pictures, and Leslie didn't realize (or was too loaded to care) that Gary had substituted their little Canon Sure Shot 35mm camera. He reasoned, there was a full roll of 36 exposures plus another couple of rolls in the fridge. So Gary 'fired' away as Leslie loosened up even more, vamping, spreading her legs, touching herself, acting like quite the porn queen, a regular Seka. Next thing you know Gary is shooting POV (point of view) shots of his wife sucking his dick and him fucking and finger fucking her. There were close-ups of her asshole, her dildo up her cunt and Gary's piece de resistance, a cum-shot, with her mouth open showing off her prize and the spunk on her face!

As with most nights of heavy-duty passion, the pictures and film were tossed in a drawer to be forgotten. Maybe Leslie forgot about the photos, but Gary didn't; the handful of Polaroids he would look at when Leslie went shopping, probably masturbating! But the canister of 35mm film was a bit of problem. Gary didn't want to take them to any local film processor or even send them off to OWL or Kodak because he was sure they would be confiscated and he would be charged with pornography! So they sat in his underwear drawer for a couple of months.

Leslie loved to take pictures of her two young sons, Jason and Jeremy, and she took a lot. The one thing she always hated was having to wait eight or nine days for her pictures to be developed, so imagine her delight when the 1-Hour MotoPhoto opened at the strip mall over on Vandament, just a few blocks away!

The two teenagers working at the MotoPhoto were Southern Nazarene University students, probably freshmen, and totally naïve! Leslie had become a regular and maybe their best customers in only a matter of weeks and knew both boys by their first names. She loved to dress provocatively, especially knowing how seemingly religious the guys were; they even had the fish symbol on the wall plus a few scripture quotes.

Of course Gary encouraged her to tease the poor boys, telling her they were probably virgins, had never seen a naked woman, etc. Plus she just loved the way they seemed to drop everything when she came in the store; she thought they were really cute.

Some time had passed since the HOT photo session and Gary had forgotten about the undeveloped film until one day he rediscovered it under a pair of boxers in the back of his drawer. Funny, he thought, tomorrow is April 1st, April Fool's Day, and Leslie had three rolls of film to drop off for developing. So he substituted the hard-core amateur porn for one of the three rolls from their young son's, Jeremy, birthday party.

As always, Leslie was excited about seeing the pictures, especially the one particular roll of the cake and candles, so when she dropped off the rolls at MotoPhoto she was all but gushing to the boys about the photos and that she had to run back home because she had forgotten to bring her dry cleaning that she had meant to drop off.

Stopping back at the house, she rushed in to pick up the pile of clothing when Gary came out of the garage, probably studying those Polaroids. Asking where she had been she explained she had dropped the film off then realized she had forgotten the dry cleaning.

"So you haven't picked up the photos?

"No, I just dropped them off and plan to swing by before I hit the drive-thru at the cleaners." Leslie answered

"You know this is April Fool's Day don't you."

"No, but what's the big deal?"

"I don't know, just thought you might want to play a joke on your two friends at MotoPhoto."

Leslie knew Gary, and knew that Gary's 'jokes' usually meant her flashing someone.

"What did you have in mind?" Leslie loved to 'play' with the two guys, they would get so embarrassed and turn red, stuttering the entire time she would be in the store. She thought it was funny the way they would try not to stare at her nipples whenever she didn't wear her bra, or when she wore one of her mini-skirts and would drop something so she could bend over or squat down. They were way too shy and cute.

"You know those jeans you cut-off because I wanted to see you in some Daisy Dukes?"

Gary had insisted Leslie cut some of her favorite jeans into shorts, but as she was cutting, the material was too thick for her to cut so Gary took over. He ended up cutting them way too short, making a deep vee to the front so that when she tried them on there was only a thin strip of denim between her legs and without her panties on, the material cut deeply into her pussy, separating her crotch and exposing her fat, bald pussy lips. Plus the back was cut-up high like one of today's thong swimming suits, showing way too much of her tight ass.

They were most definitely too obscene to wear out in public but she was only going to MotoPhoto and there was a high counter between the customers and the two clerks. Besides, she really liked these guys and they seemed to like her so it's not like anyone would be offended.

"Gary, those shorts show way too much skin. I can't wear those out of the house." She complained.

"Baby if you wear your sexy pink tube top, they'll be so busy staring at your tits that they won't even notice your "Daisy Dukes" at least not until you turn to leave." Gary argued. "Besides, you can always just shout, April Fools."

"That doesn't make any sense, but I will try the shorts on.'

Leslie disappeared into the bedroom and returned in less than ten minutes. Her favorite tube top was made out of some kind of sheer stretchy material, it fit incredibly tight, and because of the light pink shade and the thin fabric it was almost transparent. Gary couldn't believe that she would ever leave the house wearing this. It was as sheer as a head scarf and the way it hugged her body it left nothing to the imagination, the dark circles, her aureoles, were plainly visible, even the puffiness was noticeable as were her always hard nipples.

And then there were the shorts. Yes, Gary thought to himself they are obscene, if she looked in the mirror there is no way she will leave the house. To begin with they fit her incredibly tight and even before the alteration they rode so deep between her pussy lips they were the ultimate camel toe.

In her rush to pull them on, the thin material between her legs had gone to one side of her crotch leaving her pussy completely exposed. Plus Leslie's pussy was one of those fantastic works of art that even with her lips tightly pinched together her clitoris was STILL exposed, protruding from between her soft pink labia like a fat miniature penis.

"Turn around and let me see." Leslie slowly turned; with her back to him she bent forward. With her legs about shoulder width apart, the thin strip of denim did not conceal her anus. There it was, her dark little rosebud only partially covered by her too little costume.

"Wow, I don't know if I'm supposed to be Beau Duke or who but you look fucking HOT!"

Completing her pirouette, Leslie next slowly began to squat to the floor. As she lowered towards the floor, Gary could see her lips start to pull open, until she finally widely opened her knees, pushing her cunt forward. Yep! Obscene, her moist fuck hole was clearly on display and after those boys developed all of those pictures of Leslie fucking, cock sucking, finger-fucking, and then when she comes walking in the store like this... Oh fuck!

Leslie's better judgment told her that going out dressed like this was a mistake, but she had worn this same top in front of them before and yes they were incredibly embarrassed and their eyes were like tractor beams to her nipples, but Gary was probably right, they might not notice her shorts.

There was an empty parking space right in front of the store as Leslie pulled her TA in next to a big red GMC pick-up. It looked like there were a couple of customers in the store so Leslie decided to wait in her car, hoping they would soon leave. Listening to the radio she glanced down at her lap and was shocked to see her bald pussy completely uncovered.

Standing, the shorts hit right at the bottom of her crotch, but in the low-slung bucket seats of the Trans Am they pulled ever higher, to the top of her pussy. The material was also still pulled to one side of her cunt, so she slipped the car seat back and reached between her legs to pull the denim back where it should be. As her fingers tugged at the strip she couldn't help but feel that familiar warm sensation she gets when she touches herself. Looking through the windows of the store it didn't appear that anyone was leaving soon, so she slowly started to massage her fat clitoris.

She was so exposed, even with the crotch of her shorts now back in position and her little thin band of a tube top wrapped around her she wasn't sure if she would be able to go through with the 'joke'. She thought if she could maybe arouse herself enough she would forget about her nudity. She had publicly flashed before, but that was only her titties, never her pussy and NEVER anything this extreme.

So she touched herself hoping if she was turned on she would find the courage. The bright afternoon sun reflected off the hood of her car as she found herself becoming wet and horny; as she fingered her swollen knob leaning back in the corner of the seat and putting her foot up on the console.

With her legs now spread and with clear access to her hole, she lay back and fingered herself while watching the two young men working inside the store. With one hand, she pulled her tube top down low enough that one tittie sprang free. Rubbing and pinching her already hard nipple she wondered if anyone inside the store could tell what she was doing.

Slowly pushing her middle two fingers deep inside her hole, she collected some of her wetness, rubbing it on her nipple, then sunk them back inside, fucking herself. She didn't want to cum, she only wanted to work up a buzz and maintain that hard-core edge, as she kept a steady motion going. A woman came out of the store and got in the pick-up next to her. Glancing up as the truck pulled out she couldn't help but see the wide smile of the guy in the passenger seat that had been watching her the entire time. Cool.

Then finally the last customer left and it was her turn to pull off her April Fool's joke.

Hot, horny and ready to turn these young boys on, she got out of her car. It was then the warm air hit her very bare ass; a touch of nervousness spread through her body as she took a deep breath then with both hands grabbed the waist band of her shorts and pulled them up against her cunt, the denim fabric cutting tight against her swollen clitoris.

She looked down, first at her breast, the tops of her nipples hidden just below the top of her almost nothing top. Next hunching her hips forward so she could see her crotch, there was her shaved crimson pussy hiding the thin strip of clothing that reappeared at the top of her fat naked lips. It looked obscene; she swallowed deeply and brazenly entered the store.

Both boys appeared to be busy printing and packaging photos as she cheerily greeted them. Leslie thought they were acting a little odd as they hadn't looked at her, maybe they had seen her masturbating in her car or maybe they were just covered up with orders.

She boldly decided to not stand behind the high counter and walked to where the cash register was, a counter that was just about pussy lips high. Leslie's long legs were the perfect length as the height of the counter was about an inch below her 'little man in the boat'.

Pushing her pelvis against the Formica, she almost died when she saw her reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall. The edge of the counter top cut right across her thighs, swelling her already bubble gum pussy with its fat lips and making them even more pronounced.

Gary had always told what a beautiful cunt she had. At first she hated that word but when she found out how horny it made some men when you whisper in their ear, "Lick my cunt," she realized the power of it and used it always to describe herself. She had dark, fat lips, but because of the delicate flower-like petals of her inner labia and the largeness of her clitoris and the shroud that usually covered it, it never looked to be just a slit. The orchid petals of her inner lips always protruded and when she was excited the blood rushed down there and made her clit stand out like a little penis. And at this moment it was standing out MORE than just a little penis.

Momentarily losing her courage she sat her purse on the counter in front of her. Then shifting from one foot to another and continuing to press, hunch the counter she begin to once more regain that edge. Then sliding her purse a little to the side she could see that as she rubbed back and forth she was spreading her lips even wider and looking down at her crotch, the edge of the counter had caused her clit to jut out almost an inch.

She glanced at the boys then touching her fingers to her mouth she touched the swollen little dick, it was hot and throbbing! Backing away just long enough to reach between her legs she touched her fuck-hole and felt the creamy lubricate that was beginning to ooze out of her. Scooping up two fingers of her love cream she rubbed it on her pulsating knob, squeezing and jacking-off her glistening miniature monster.

Once more she looked up at her vulgar reflection in the mirror and decided to move her purse back in front but then she noticed her tube top had worked higher on her chest, not giving quite the exposure she was wanting. Taking hold of the bottom edge of her pink covering she gently begin to pull it down, exposing the dark circles of her aureole and was almost to the top of her nipples...

When suddenly both boys seemed to appear out of nowhere! Startling Leslie, she imperceptibly jumped, inadvertently tugging the tube top down just enough that both of her beautiful, firm, C cup breast 'popped' into view. Looking at the boys she didn't realize what had happened and thought that they were gawking at her chest because of the sheerness and transparency of her top not because her little elastic top was now acting as a shelf for naked tits.

Wow! The boys had definitely won the lottery; not only had they spent the last couple of hours printing multiple copies of pictures of their favorite customer in some of the most pornographic poses they could have only imagined, but she was now standing in front of them completely exposed. They didn't know where to look, up, down, tits, cunt!

They had placed the three packets of photos on the counter between them. Leslie usually talked a lot and when she was nervous even more as she began to prattle on about the photos, and the party and how excited she was to see all of her pictures. Then like every other visit to the store she opened the envelope and started going through the pictures. Still talking a blue streak until she finally looked down to the photos she had spread across the counter top.

There, spread out in front of the three of them, were the hottest, nastiest, hard-core photos that she had forgotten all about, 4 X 6 color glossy photos of every thing she and Gary had done that hot and steamy night. The spread shots, both hands pulling her pussy wide as if it was some sort of National Geographic spelunker special, the blow jobs, Gary's dick buried in her mouth, her cunt, her ass, his cum shot, her open mouth full of her husband's spunk, the face painting.

At first she was shocked, embarrassed, but as her eyes looked across the counter at the boys she saw the bulges in their slacks, BIG bulges in their slacks! Her reflection in the mirror caught her attention and it was then she saw her naked breast.

Her instinct was to immediately pull her top up but as she looked down past her breast, her nipples as hard and erect as she has ever seen them, she saw the wetness on the counter in front of her cunt. As they had all been standing there, she had not stopped her steady motion, her pressing and rocking and humping against the counter and what she thought were chill shivers she suddenly realized her pussy had been ejaculating, cumming as the boys stood there watching, staring at her swollen clitoris.

The boys had been speechless as her pussy squirted, sprayed her ejaculate onto the black formica counter-top, making a spreading puddle of her milky musky juice; Leslie had suddenly become silent as the full impact of the scene hit her. What had started out as a bit of innocent flashing in front of two eighteen year-old virgins was now on the verge of being a full-fledged coming of age porn film, minus the video.

Leslie was torn, she had never cheated on Gary with another man, not 'technically', though Gary was always fantasizing about 'watching' her, she assumed it was just 'SEX' talk. Surely he didn't really want her to fuck another man!

Though once, Gary had his African-American friend, Doug, by for a drink. It seemed odd, but Gary had her dress very provocatively and they spent the entire evening talking about SEX, all three of them seemingly getting pretty worked up and to top it off Gary put a porn tape in the VCR! And it was something called "Black Dicks and Blonde Chicks"!! They were all three blitzed from smoking weed and chasing it with Crown, and though she was sure she didn't fuck Doug, she did remember Gary wanting her to jack him off!

Everything was all so hazy that night; a blur, but she vaguely remembered waking up about 4 AM, in front of the sofa, on the living room floor. She was naked except for her panties and they had been pulled down past her butt. Gary was nearby, passed out on the floor, his t-shirt still on but his jeans were totally off. She noticed the coffee table had been pulled over to the side and as she got to her hands and knees there was Doug, also pants less, and sprawled in the middle of the sofa, fast asleep. His large, thick and flaccid man-meat lying on his thigh

It was dark in the living room, the porn tape had ended and the television was flickering, making that uncomfortable sound that static makes, loudly filling the room. On her hands and knees she found herself within a foot of the sofa and eye-to-eye with Doug's naked cock. She stared at him and wondered what had happened; had she sucked his big dick and then passed out?

His cock was bigger than Gary's and it seemed to have a sheen on it, there was a white, crusty film on his leg where something appeared to have leaked, was it CUM, maybe Leslie's pussy juice? Surely she would remember fucking him, especially a beautiful BIG dick like this.

Her mind was hazy but she kind of remembered touching him, maybe even stroking it. Did she suck him? Did Gary get her high so she would fuck him? She wanted to remember, she wanted to fuck him. It was then she felt the liquid draining out of her hole. Her cunt had been pumped full of cum and as she admired this beautiful piece of dark meat, she felt her pussy voiding and emptying the thick sauce that filled her.