Finding Myself Pt. 02

I knelt above him, rubbing my pussy, pulling the lips wide and pushing two fingers into my hole. Another thought struck me. There was plenty of room for a third finger, as I rubbed against my sensitive spot, juices running very freely. A fourth finger was comfortable - but it was only my little finger, so didn't take a lot of space. Could I manage my fist?

I was worried that sticking my whole fist in might make me so loose that Josh would barely feel my usually tight walls rubbing against him - on the other hand, things did pop back into shape quite quickly - and I could always slide him into my bum-hole - that was very tight - and already relaxed because of the butt plug.

I took out my hand, balled it into a fist and considered it. My hands were quite small, but still considerably larger than anything else that had penetrated me. I wavered, before deciding that I would rather try it on my own first. This whole, carefully managed role play could fall apart if I ended up trying to force my fist into me - and even worse - what if I couldn't get it out? Imagine the looks at the hospital.

I knelt over Josh, masturbating furiously, until I felt my climax approach. It was not a huge, brain-shredding orgasm - just a moment of head-spinning pleasure, accompanied by a flood of juices, dripping down onto the condom and Josh's pubis. I wanted him to enter easily and smoothly, and I wanted to be hyper-sensitive, so my next orgasm would be hugely intense.

I pulled the soft rope encircling his cock and balls tighter. I wanted to stop him cumming too soon, and to stay hard for longer. We had considered a cock ring, but decided against it. I hoped my rope-tying would produce a similar effect.

I settle with my pussy touching his cock-head, checking the angle was correct, and dropped. This could have been painful for us both if my calculations were wrong, but he entered me to the hilt. The rush of being instantly filled was incredible, and the sensation made me gasp - especially accompanied with the butt plug. Perhaps next time I could use a dildo for more authentic double penetration.

I started sliding up and down slowly, my massively slippery hole making everything smooth and easy. Then I grabbed my wand (the sex toy this time), still flexing knees and thighs, as I brought it on to my clit.

I heard Josh gasp. It hadn't occurred to me that he would feel the intense vibrations, but he clearly did. I wondered if he also felt the object filling my anus.

I built up speed, my triple-stimulation driving me to orgasm - an orgasm which I knew would be incredible, coming from both of my most sensitive areas. I plunged up and down, knowing that my thighs were burning, and would be stiff afterwards, but not caring - it was good exercise. Then, just as I pushed to move even faster, my brain did a somersault, I cried out involuntarily, then again, and again. I almost felt sick as my head spun drunkenly and my stomach flipped.

I know when I finally became aware of myself again, I had flopped forwards onto Josh's chest. The wand was squashed between us, and I experienced a brief moment of terror as I thought the butt plug had disappeared inside me, until I realised it had fallen out.

A pool of liquid coated the area between our legs and up to my stomach, reaching the bottom of my breasts. My nipples, still clamped tight, actually hurt.

Despite all this, Josh remained hard inside me, and I wanted to keep pleasing him.

I slipped the butt plug back into position, wishing I had left a dildo closer, and turned round, offering Josh a perfect view of my bum, with the jewel-headed plug sparkling in the centre.

I began to bounce up and down again, bending forward, speeding up once more - but my legs had turned to jelly. I couldn't produce the same speed and rhythm as previously, so I contented myself with gently sliding up and down, keeping up the stimulus on him, and letting him enjoy the view. It was probably better than my face, red and sweating, hair plastered all over and gritted teeth.

My orgasm had drained me - literally if the evidence of my juices was to be believed - and after a suitable time, I dismounted.

I rolled off the condom, casting it aside, and removed the ropes.

I started pumping with my hand, desperate to make him cum, and supplemented this by licking and sucking around his shaft, his balls and the swollen, slippery, smooth head. He was moaning, groaning, eyes closed as he writhed as much as possible against his restraints.

Then he went still, and yelled: "Oh christ!"

The first blast was phenomenal, so forceful and plentiful, it almost knocked me back as it hit my face. I thought I must look like one of the women in the bukkake videos that Brenda and I had watched. I enclosed his hole with my mouth as the second spurt exploded - I wanted it to hit my throat, but if I had enclosed the entire head, I knew I would have gagged.

Slowly I drew in more of his spasming cock, holding every drop of cum in my mouth. As he finished, I drew back carefully, sealing my lips around him to avoid leakage. Once I had released him, I turned to the camera and opened my mouth, showing a pool of semen which completely covered my tongue.

My final touch was positively cruel. I placed my face above Josh's, about a foot away, and used my fingers to open his lips. Then I dribbled in what I thought was about half his cum. I swallowed the rest, before commanding him.

"Swallow." He did as instructed, and I looked down at him. "Now, we're bound together for ever, and you can never escape me."

I kissed him, long and deep, pushing down as he responded. Then, I stood and switched off the video camera. I walked back over, removing my butt plug and unfastening the nipple clamps (which were very painful by now). I knelt next to Josh.

"Now. Did my spell work, or do I need to do it all again?"

"It worked," he responded emphatically, "it worked - my god it worked. But if you want to try again some time, that's cool - just not yet. My balls need to reload and my cock needs to recover."

We laughed, and I untied him and released the handcuffs before slipping out the butt plug. Josh stretched his arms, flexing them and his legs to relieve the discomfort of being in one position for so long. Then we went to the bed and lay together.

"I had the most incredible orgasm," I informed him.

He pushed himself up on his elbow and looked down at me before replying:

"No shit, Sherlock. You were wailing like a banshee for about five minutes - and you squirted, all over me."

My eyes widened. So that was the liquid between us - not just sweat and massive flow of juices - I had actually squirted. At first, I didn't believe it, but the camera doesn't lie, and we lay together, watching my stream of liquid jet out several times as I seemed almost possessed. Perhaps my spell had actually worked!

As I watched myself, I wondered how the uptight virgin of little more than a week ago had become the wanton sex-maniac on the screen. Not just that - everyone gets a bit sex-obsessed at the start of a relationship - but I wanted to be vigorously experimental.

I wondered if I would be like my sister in a few years, but dismissed the thought. Debbie sought affirmation by having to prove herself desirable to as many people as possible - not realising, perhaps, that her pussy was what they desired, rather than her. I was comfortable in a relationship which I never saw finishing, and which allowed me to discover myself in every way possible. I was comfortable with that.

We lay together for a while, our silence relaxed rather than difficult, and didn't bother moving for a while.

Eventually, Josh sat up. "Let's tidy up and shower, then we can put our pyjamas on and settle down in front of the TV, looking a picture of innocence when your parents get home."

As we showered in the very cramped space, we talked about our day - first Brenda, then our role play. Josh was very proud of himself. He was young, so rising to the occasion a second time was no problem, but he could hardly believe that he had produced so much cum. I was just proud that in one day we had not only been learners, but teachers as well. I just hoped Brenda found someone to love and cherish her, so she could share my journey.

When mum and dad came in, we were settled in front of an action movie, Josh's arm around me as I rested my head on his shoulder. Our halos might have slipped, but mum and dad didn't notice.

We didn't make love that night - first time since we had been sleeping together - but made up for it the following morning with a vigorous session after my parents went to work. Debbie was fast asleep, and would no doubt have a vicious hangover.

We had arranged to meet Brenda at two o'clock, and were having lunch when Josh suddenly looked up.

"I've got an email from Chris and Connie. They're fine, can't wait to see us again. Wondering if we're online for a chat later. What d'you think?"

I quickly agreed. The last time we saw them, we all had sex together, so this chat would certainly be interesting. I was unsure of the protocol with these things. Did one chat about it openly, or pretend it never happened? I suppose it was a matter of who was involved. Personally, I'd love to discuss it.

With that to look forward to, we went to meet Brenda.

It was quite a surprise. She wore her usual oversize jeans, but had discarded the hoodie. In general, she wore it regardless of weather, but today she stood there in a t-shirt. It hung straight down from her boobs, still making her look large, but it was a definite improvement.

We shopped - and shopped - and shopped. Brenda didn't want just a few new outfits, she was buying a whole wardrobe. She bought jeans which fitted closely, emphasising her bum and her legs. I suggested some 'skinny' jeans, but she felt she wasn't ready for that. Likewise the tops. Instead of buying outsize tops that hung down from her boobs, she bought fitted t-shirts that went over magnificent breasts and back in to her stomach.

She even bought several new sets of underwear, replacing her big cotton knickers and scaffolded bras with skimpy undies - thongs, high-leg, Brazilian and bikini - and bras which let her tits wobble and shimmer. Some were sheer, others half-cup, some lacy or uplift.

Whenever possible, she would nip to a changing room, slip the items on and show Josh and I, requesting an opinion. She even lifted the tops for us to appraise the bras, and her wonderful boobs looked stunning, now being supported in a sexier way. I was so envious of the cleavage when she tried the uplift bra. Josh said he could park his bike in it.

Brenda wanted to show us the panties too, but sadly, shop rules wouldn't allow it.

I encouraged her to go a bit further - buy scoop-neck and other low cut tops, but even though she looked awesome with her cleavage on display, she refused. It was, in part, because she wasn't quite ready to go that far, but also because she identified as Emo, and spectacular cleavage didn't fit the image.

We felt compelled to pop in to the sex shop. Josh and I bought a Truth or Dare card game, which Brenda was desperate to play some time - although it was for four people - and a small whip, which looked fun. Brenda bought a 'bullet' vibrator (to keep in her pocket), and a seven inch rabbit vibrator. Apparently, she had been inserting a few 'household items', and wanted to try something more suited for the task.

We popped into the pub afterwards for a drink, before going our separate ways. Brenda made us promise to do a 'fashion' photoshoot, with her new clothes, and to play truth or dare as soon as she found an appropriate fourth person. We agreed without hesitation.

We arrived home and had a pleasant family meal. For once, everyone was there - even Debbie. Later, mum and dad announced they needed to go and work, which left Debbie, Josh and I together. As soon as we sat down, it was clear Debbie had something to tell us.

"I've got three friends who want photoshoots. They're all happy to pay. Amy and Laura are thinking about doing a bit of modelling to get some cash, and Brett wants some as a birthday present for his boyfriend. There's a few more thinking about it too."

Josh was delighted. "Fantastic, Thanks, Deb. Er... what sort of shoots do they want?"

"Well, I didn't go into details, but I showed them some of mine, so probably something like that."

"Oh!" Josh was still unsure. "Which ones of yours did you show them?"

"A bit of everything really - yes - even the very naughty ones!"

Josh nodded. "So... nude, maybe porn?"

"I s'pose so. They liked the ones of me."

I wondered how many people had seen Debbie's photos, and found it amazing how willingly she shared her body. It was her choice, of course, but I hoped she didn't live to regret her decisions at some point.

Josh was still discussing his new clients.

"So, what are they like?"

"Oh they're lovely," enthused my sister, "you'll like them."

We moved on to other discussions. Debbie had a new boyfriend (surprise) and was trying to persuade him to have photos done, and she knew another couple who might be keen. It seemed that Josh was making a good start as a photographer.

After a while, we drifted away to bed, but ready to chat with Chris and Connie first.

The chat part was quite short.

Chris: Face to face???

You: Sure😊

Josh selected the appropriate icon, and Chris and Connie filled our screen.

"Hi. How's it going?" Connie asked. Behind them was a man about their age, who looked a little uncomfortable, but smiled back at us. "This is Chris's mate, Callum. He popped round and we said he could stay while we chatted. Is that OK?"

Josh and I agreed. He seemed normal enough, and it would have been churlish to kick him out or stop chatting.

We chatted for a while about general matters - laughing and joking, avoiding any mention of what had happened between us previously - unsurprising, with Callum in the background.

After a while, Chris asked: "Have you managed to make any money yet, Josh?"

"Well," Josh replied, a little apprehensively, "I've got some photoshoots set up at twenty quid a time, which is cool."

"Cool," replied Chris, "tell me more." I sensed he had picked up on Josh's reticence, but was not about to let the matter drop.

Josh explained, "It's a couple of Jen's sister's friends. Two of them want model portfolios and one wants pics for his boyfriend. Pretty straightforward stuff."

I think Josh's attempt at casual failed, because Chris began to ask more questions - how did they hear about you? Did you do a shoot with Jen's sister? What sort of modelling? Josh could have lied, of course, but I was rather proud that he chose not to.

"Well, I'm not sure yet. I think glamour, but I know Deb showed them some... more... er..."

He struggled to find the words - 'intimate' or 'raunchy' might have been appropriate, but he clearly preferred not to give away too much. Chris nodded, and was about to move on when Connie chipped in.

"Are you hinting that you did some nude pics of Jen's sister? That's so cool."

Josh laughed, disarmingly.

"Yeah. We told you what she's like, and Jen was OK with it, so yeah - she went all the way." It was a poor choice of words.

"'All the way'? You mean more than nude? And did you and Jen get involved too?"

Josh immediately denied our involvement, but acknowledged that Debbie had done a little more than just pose for artistic nudes. Connie was still intrigued.

"Any more shoots? Obviously Jen - for practice, of course, anyone else?"

"Jen's best friend wanted to try modelling. She's naturally shy, but came out of herself quite a bit."

Maybe this time it was my response, smiling warmly at memories of Brenda, naked legs wide while I feasted on her pussy, that gave it away.

"Ah..." Connie breathed, accusingly, "and did you two get involved in any of these shoots? Maybe a little more than totally professional photographers should?"

Both of us laughed, which totally gave it away. I felt I should clarify.

"Not with my sister. That would've been gross, but we got a bit carried away with my friend."

The three observers laughed, and Callum commented:

"So cool. I love the way you're so open about it - I wouldn't be like that with mates."

Connie turned to him. "Ah, Callum. When Jen and Josh were down here, the four of us had a little fun together, so we're not 'just mates' really."

This seemed to embarrass him a little, and he moved into the background again.

"Are we going to see any of the pics?" Connie asked. "Just so we can check out the quality of the photography?"

Josh instantly became professional. "Sorry. Can't show you without permission - I promised."

This wasn't strictly true, of course, as Debbie had signed a release form, which meant Josh could use the images however he chose, but I suspected he wanted to be discreet.

"How about the ones of Jen?" Connie pushed.

"Well..." he looked at me, and I thought briefly - not about Chris and Connie seeing - I would happily have shared any of our photos with them - but I didn't know Callum. However, if he was their friend, I really didn't mind - as long as the photos stayed on Chris and Connie's computer and weren't shared.

I said this to them, and they agreed immediately, seeming surprised that I thought they might share the photos, and Josh and I started looking for an appropriate one. We eventually agreed on one of me in lingerie outdoors, at the Priory near Josh's home, taken shortly after our foursome with Chris and Connie.

Josh uploaded it, and we watched the reactions.

"Wow, you look incredible," breathed Connie, "is that the Priory? Chris and I fucked there a few times. So cool."

I watched Callum's reaction in particular. Had he been drooling or pervy over it, I would never have agreed to Connie's next request - however, he looked at the photo and nodded, before commenting:

"It's a lovely pic. You've got a great bod and the environment works well. Love it."

The response may have seemed a little luke-warm, but it was better than lecherous comments about my tits or what he'd like to do to me.

Then Connie said, "Is that it? Not very brave. I bet you showed more than that."

I looked at Josh and shrugged. We found another from the same set - leaning, facing a wall with my short dress pulled up as I stuck my bum out. The string between my cheeks was barely visible.

Callum moved forward. "Amazing arse. Sorry. Don't want to be pervy. You look really great. Didn't you get caught?"

I giggled. Having someone new looking at my body was turning me on, and memories of our encounter with a lovely couple shortly after the photo was taken got me feeling very horny.

"Well..." Josh began, "sort of. We made some new friends and they wanted some pics too."

Connie clapped and threw herself backwards. "I knew it - outdoor fucking is the best. I always get horny in secluded places - sometimes not so secluded ones. Come on. Let's see your boobs. They're amazing."

I knew Chris and Connie had videos and photos of our evening 'playing' together which they could have shown Callum, and was grateful for their discretion - but less happy that they seemed to want me to do all the sharing.

"It's hardly fair," I teased, "You three want my boobs, but we don't get to see yours."

Connie turned to Chris. "Have you got any of me on here?"

Chris shook his head and Connie explained that they were at her parents' house, rather than Chris's flat, and she preferred not to keep their intimate photos on her laptop, as she used it for College. Chris was going to put a load on a memory stick for her, but hadn't got around to it. "Typical," she muttered, in a stage whisper.

Then, a thought seemed to strike her. She looked at Chris, then leaned over and whispered. He nodded and whispered something back. Then she turned to the laptop again.