Finding Myself Pt. 01

Thankfully, Josh and Chris decided to visit the gents', leaving Connie and I alone. She looked at me, and I noticed that she was quite flushed.

"You too?" She asked.

I looked quizzically at her, wanting her to elucidate.

"Has Josh got you using a remote control vib?" She asked.

I nodded, adding yet more colour to my cheeks.

"Chris thinks it's fun when we go out - gotta say - it is. I love it - but - I'm terrified I'll cum and start moaning or screaming."

I giggled and agreed with her. She leaned over and put her hand on mine.

"Tell you what, shall we get them back?"

She told me her plan, and as they returned, we braced ourselves for more vibrations and more turn ons - but now with a way to turn the tables.

Josh sat next to me, and I pulled my chair close to his, as Connie snuggled up next to Chris on their bench seat. Suddenly, a prolonged 'buzz' assaulted my soaking pussy, and as it did, I know I closed my eyes and sank my nails into Josh's thigh. I definitely moaned, and was so close to just letting myself climax that I think I must have almost crushed the vibrating egg.

Eventually it stopped, and as I looked at Connie, I knew she had received the same treatment.

I rested my hand on the top of Josh's thigh, as he looked at me lasciviously and smirked. Slowly, my hand went higher, settling over his cock, and I began to massage and squeeze through his jeans. Looking across the table, Connie caught my eye, and I knew, from her position, that she was doing the same to Chris. I felt Josh start to stiffen.

Josh tried to pull away, but I grabbed his stiffening penis and held him in place. As soon as he stopped moving, I returned to more gentle caresses and stroking. I moved along the bulge of his erection until I found the top of his zip. Steadily, I pulled it down and slipped my hand inside, stroking his shaft. I saw his hand move to the little remote control in his pocket, and squeezed - hard. He may have been rock-hard, but my intention was clear, and his hand withdrew.

Across the table, I heard Connie giggle. We looked at each other, and smiled. Connie addressed the men.

"Boys. Much as we both love being turned on, we do not want to embarrass ourselves in public. So. Either go easy on the remotes, or we will either cause you great pain, or we will take things even further and expose you to the whole pub."

They nodded sheepishly, and after a few seconds, we all laughed. That broke the rather erotically charged atmosphere, and from that point on, having shared massive intimacy, we knew that we were going to be great friends for many years to come.

After that, we chatted and laughed as if we had known each other for years, and even arranged to meet up at the beach the next day. Sadly, my aunt's curfew meant we needed to leave earlier than we would have liked - Josh could have invited them back to the party, of course, but as he explained, it would just have been embarrassing.

Shortly before midnight, we arrived at my aunt's house. As we approached the door, Josh stopped and turned to me.

"I've no idea what we're going to find. I'm just going to go to my room, and I'll come to you about fifteen minutes after. Once they're all busy with each other, no-one's going to bother us - but we'll put something in front of the door anyway. I'm sorry about them ... I ..."

I kissed him to stop him talking, then said:

"Stop apologising. It's not your fault. Let's just get in, get to our rooms and I'll see you soon."

He opened the door, and we walked in. We had no choice but to pass through the living room on the way to our rooms, so we entered together. What we saw was a surprise to both of us.

The party guests - seven or eight of them - were sitting in a circle on the floor. None of them wore more than underwear, and Debbie, my aunt and another woman were topless. In the centre of the circle stood a naked man - a large, overweight naked man, and in front of him a very skinny woman, who had been sucking his penis, until she broke off on our arrival.

"Darlings," gushed my aunt, "come and join us. We're just playing a game. Did you bring any friends with you?"

She glanced around us hopefully.

"Oh dear. Never mind. Come and sit in. We can make space - come and sit by me, Jen."

I tried not to look at the people in the room, especially my sister, but noticed that the age must have ranged from mid-20s to early 50s. Debbie sat next to a man who was probably fifteen years her senior, who made no secret of admiring her breasts. Rather than discourage him, she leaned back, giving him a better a view. There was also a range of body types, from one painfully thin man, to a very large lady, who seemed to find every word hilarious.

I considered my reply. Alcohol made me want to say exactly how I felt, but tact and politeness felt the safer option.

"Thanks Aunt Cathy, but I'm really tired. I'd rather just go to bed."

"Oh come on, darling. Have a drink and just stay for a little while. I've been telling everyone how you've come out of your shell since you got here. Your nice bikini, then coming out so you could go to that gay pub. They've been looking forward to meeting you."

"No," I replied firmly, "I'm going to bed. And I didn't 'come out'. I went to a pub where there might have been gay people, not that I noticed or cared. Whether I'm gay or not was irrelevant. Goodnight."

I strode off, hearing a comment which provoked great laughter. I was tempted to turn round and give them hell, but Josh put a gentle hand on me, making me realise that in fifteen minutes, I would be performing oral sex for the first time - on the most perfect man I had ever met. Why waste time on people who meant nothing to me, and risk spoiling things with the person who meant everything?

I slipped into my room and stripped to my underwear, removing my vibrating device and wiping it briskly with a towel.

I kept my underwear on and posed on the bed, adopting a position which I was certain Josh would like. I then relaxed a little and started reading my book while I waited.

The cop/stripper had found herself in another compromising situation. This time, a client had booked her and another dancer in a private room. They performed their dance, and the client wanted to watch them together. There followed a detailed, lurid description of the lesbian acts they performed on one another. I was so tempted to play with myself, but limited my exploration to just gentle fingering, lightly stroking my clitoris, rather than trying for a full orgasm.

I heard my door handle start to turn, dropped my book and assumed my pose - suddenly realising how awful it would be if the person outside were a party guest, rather than Josh. I had no worries this time though - they were far too engrossed in their 'game'.

Josh stopped in the doorway, gazing at me, lying on the bed. Suddenly, he raised his camera and took a picture of me. As the previous night, I posed for him, slowly taking off my few clothes and letting him photograph every part of me as intimately as he wanted.

That was before he spoke to me. Finally, he came over and kissed me.

"I had a thought," he whispered, "maybe tonight would be a good night to shave - y'know - avoid hairs in teeth."

I laughed. I thought it was a great idea, and as he had brought sharp scissors and a razor, we decided to lay a towel on the bed and get on with it.

First, we trimmed the hair with scissors. I lay back with my legs apart, aware that I had been wet for most of the evening, and must have reeked of sex. He knelt between my legs and looked at my pussy. He snapped a photo.

"We need 'before and after' pics," he informed me as he bent closer.

"Beautiful," he murmured, and bent forward and kissed me, right on my swollen vulva. "You smell wonderful. Makes me want to take you right now and lick you until I've had every drop of your juices."

It was so tempting to tell him to go ahead, but instead I just smiled.

He continued trimming until there was barely half a centimetre of hair (another photo).

Then we swapped, I took a photo and I trimmed him. I was especially careful around his balls - they were tight beneath his erect cock, but still, I wondered how I was going to shave over the wrinkly skin of his scrotum.

Eventually, his curly pubes lay all over the towel, and he looked at his very exposed parts - which now seemed even larger (photo).

Next he brought out shaving foam, and covered my pussy with it (photo). Slowly and carefully, he drew the razor across my skin, leaving a bald stripe on my groin. He progressed further, stopping regularly for photos, until eventually, all that was left was a white strip of creamy foam over my lips. I lifted my feet on to the bed and spread my legs even wider to give him the best possible access.

Slowly, carefully, he drew the razor down three times, and suddenly everything felt cold. I looked down as he took 'after' photos, then patted myself dry on the towel. I went to the mirror and admired myself. I loved the way the top of my slit appeared when I stood with legs together. I should have done this years ago.

Then it was his turn. He lay back, legs apart, and I immediately saw the problem. As soon as I had smothered him with foam, I had to keep holding his cock out of the way - the temptation to stroke it was almost overpowering. Thankfully, he decided to hold it himself.

Slowly and steadily, I shaved his pubes - until I got to his balls. Then I almost panicked. I decided I had no choice but to just go for it - so I did. Four strokes, and his wrinkly scrotum appeared - not perfectly bald, but almost. One last swipe, from balls to anus, and there he was - ready for the 'after' pictures.

His cock looked massive as I dried him carefully, and I almost wanted to just run my hands over his smooth groin as I sucked his erection. Instead, I stepped back and admired my handiwork. He looked amazing, and as he admired himself in the mirror, I knew he was pleased with the outcome.

Now for the main event. We watched a video called 'Best Blowjob Ever'. What I noticed was how much saliva she used, and how she used her head like a hand, bobbing up and down to bring the man to orgasm. Not just that. She also used her hands at the same time, sometimes licking the length of his shaft and taking his balls in her mouth as she pumped his cock. She even put it between her tits and squeezed them together while she licked the engorged head.

I felt I knew enough to try, so Josh lay back on the bed.

I began by licking him from balls to helmet, encircling his head with my tongue, and mouthing gently up the sides. Then I worked down again, kissing his balls, and taking one at a time into my mouth. I worked back up, and this time, when I got to the top, I opened my mouth and engulfed his glans.

I took in as much as possible. It felt as though I was swallowing the whole thing, but I couldn't have taken more than a couple of inches. It was enough, though, and slowly at first, then more quickly, I began to move my head up and down, making sure my tongue worked on his most sensitive parts.

Meanwhile, my hands worked on his balls, cupping them and fondling. I withdrew my head, allowing saliva to run in a cascade down his shaft, then brought my hand up to work on his head, while I returned to his balls, even going lower, drawing my tongue from his balls down towards his anus. Then back up again, taking him in my mouth, and this time looking up - only to see the camera pointing at me, snapping photos as I sucked him. I tried to smile, but it was tricky with my mouth full.

My hands were round his balls again, but this time, my finger slipped down, pushing between his bum cheeks and finding his tight back passage. I slipped a finger inside, and felt him tense as I wriggled my way up to his prostate. I increased the bobbing of my head, going rapidly now, desperate to feel spurts of cum hitting my throat.

Josh, however, had other ideas. He twisted around until he was standing by the bed, while I knelt before him. I ran my hand behind his leg, and resumed my massaging of his prostate. This time, there was no need for me to move my head up and down, because Josh could thrust in and out on his own.

After a couple of minutes, my jaw became painful, so I decided to resume my licking up and down his length. I moved closer, pressing my chest against him and squeezing my tits round his solid member. Then, I bent my head and licked hungrily at the little black hole, which would, hopefully, be squirting copiously into my throat.

It was not as effective as the girl on the video. Her boobs were huge, and fitted easily around the man's penis, with plenty left to wobble around and slide up and down while she dipped her head.

I suppose it was OK - and Josh got some good photos, but I soon returned to sucking him, with one hand one his balls and a finger in his bum. He began to thrust again - harder, then harder again, almost making me gag. I glanced up and realised, from his face, that he was about to cum.

Suddenly, he pulled back, took his cock in his hand and began to stroke himself vigorously. In seconds, his creamy cum squirted out - onto my face first, then he plunged back into my mouth, and I felt first one, then another spurt hit my throat. Then again, and again. My mouth steadily filled with cock and cum, until, eventually, he withdrew.

"Open your mouth," he urged, "let me see my cum in there."

I did, as he took photos of me, then I swallowed, loving the salty, slimy taste as every drop disappeared down my throat.

He showed me the pictures - I have to say, they were hardly flattering, but I loved seeing myself with semen across my face, then resting on my tongue - each time with Josh's cock in shot. Perhaps not flattering, but I knew that, when I was at home alone, I would look at these, and masturbate.

We kissed. He didn't care that remnants of his cum must have been on my lips. As we kissed, he laid me back on the bed, and began working his way down my body. First my breasts. He kissed them in small, concentric circles, working towards my solid nipples.

At first, he brushed them gently with his lips, making me shiver with anticipation as he travelled from one to the other. Then he focused on my right breast, while his hand tended to the lift. He kissed it, then sucked, applying gentle pressure, until I felt sure that the centimetre long nub must have extended to at least three inches. It hadn't, of course, and as soon as he had drawn it in to its fullest extent, he slowly released it, before drawing it in again,

His hand, meanwhile, began to squeeze and pinch in the manner I had shown him the day before. I was gasping, and arched my back into him. My legs seemed unable to stay still, and I writhed as waves of pleasure engulfed me. Having sucked my nipple, he used his tongue, circling it, flicking it up and down.

Then he bit. Not hard, and with his lips over his teeth, but with enough pressure to replicate the squeezing of his fingers. It was different, though. The saliva made me slippery, and he allowed my incredibly sensitive little button to slide through his lips, before biting again. This time, there was no slow build up, he bit hard, sending me to new heights of ecstasy.

My pussy, meanwhile, was flowing freely, and I felt the warm juices trickle between my bum cheeks. I wanted him there.

I almost protested as he abandoned my nipple with his mouth, then relaxed, as his hand replaced it and he moved to my stomach, placing light kisses on it, and putting his tongue in my belly-button. Finally, he reached my freshly-shaven mons veneris.

He lingered, kissing the gentle mound, moving to my groin and inner thighs. He was teasing, and to make the point, he looked up at me with a cheeky grin. I was ready, and as he looked, I depressed the shutter on the digital camera, capturing his face between thighs. I was determined to get photos of him licking my pussy.

He pushed my legs wider, stretching the tendons in my groin, but leaving my breasts unattended. I decided to fill that void myself, and although I had the camera in one hand, I used the other to maintain my breast stimulation.

He returned to his task, moving closer - and suddenly, his tongue flicked onto my labia. I almost cried out, but bit my lip. I was becoming impatient, and Josh seemed to know it. He brought his hand round, and used his fingers to part my lips. I was certain my clitoris must be massive. It felt swollen and as if the slightest touch would send me to a different dimension.

Still, he licked around my vulva, making me desperate for him to move in. He worked from top to bottom, tongue flickering against my inner lips now and close to the hole which so desperately needed filling - but not by his cock - not yet - everything had to be perfect.

Again, he seemed to read my mind. He wriggled his tongue in my hole briefly - not deep enough to reach the most sensitive parts, but sufficient to make me push into his face, forcing his nose against my clitoris. Again, he smiled up at me, and this time, when he lowered his head, he licked my inner parts from hole to the top of my slit, locating my swollen clit and attending to it.

As he did this, one hand came between my legs, and two fingers entered my pussy - though by now, I was so wet, I think his whole hand might have gone in. In fact, had I not still been a virgin, I might have encouraged him to do precisely that. His fingers moved up to the smooth, pliant surface inside, just as I had shown him, and began to rub. I was in heaven. My most sensitive lower parts were both being attacked vigorously, while my hand grasped my breast.

My orgasm was close, and it would be explosive - then, to heighten my pleasure yet further, I felt his other hand slide under my bum, and a finger slip between my cheeks and on to my anus, penetrating that dark passage and working on the sensitive skin both inside and out. One thing I was determined to do. I pushed up on my elbows, making sure both his face and my pussy were in shot.

The photo was more perfect than I could have imagined. My parts were absolutely clear, the flash shining off my pouring juices and his saliva, and his tongue could be seen touching my clit. Below, his fingers were clearly inside me, and even further down, it was clear that his other hand was embedded between my cheeks - it was dark and vague, but I would always know exactly what was happening.

Then I lay back, abandoning myself to my pleasure. My head reeled, and from between my legs, I felt release as my vagina squeezed and relaxed in turn. My brain seemed to be on a different planet - maybe in heaven - and all I remember is a total transcendence, until I started to come down. My hips were bucking, I was sweating and gasping. Apparently I moaned so much that Josh feared someone might come from downstairs to see what was going on.

My body shook and shivered with aftershocks as Josh clambered back up, kissing me deeply and holding me close. Neither of us spoke until I had settled down and fully returned to earth. In truth, I don't think I could have spoken if I wanted to.

"Do you like your own taste?" He asked.

I nodded. "Mmm ... it's nice. I wish I could lick myself. I often lick my fingers."

I suddenly realised what I had said. I suppose I should have been embarrassed, but I simply wasn't. I wanted to be totally honest with Josh, and I felt no detail should be left out, and that between us, there was no shame.

"You could lick another girl," he ventured, "though I've heard they taste different. Is that something you'd want to do? I mean - do you think you might be bisexual?"

I considered carefully. "I'm not sure. I find some women's bodies attractive, and I'm intrigued by the idea, but I've never really considered acting on that. Maybe ... with the right woman ... and if you were OK with it. I suppose then ..."