Finding Myself Pt. 02

Now Connie's turn. She had led the sexual play all evening, including picking on me initially - although I had rather enjoyed it. I decided, therefore, to pick on her - but also knowing that she, too, would love what I had in mind.

"OK, girlfriend," I smirked, "on your hands and knees. One guy in front, one behind. Then swap. If you're OK with it, DP and the grand finale - might not be ten guys, but the two of them can cover your face."

"Shit!" Breathed Connie. "You really are a bad girl. I love it."

She dropped to hands and knees, ready. Callum and Chris exchanged a look, deciding who would start where, before Chris pointed his cock at her mouth, while Callum knelt behind her. They entered simultaneously.

Connie was stuck. Chris was not one to just let her suck, and she could hardly shift back and forth, so he fucked her mouth vigorously. I heard her whimper, not so much in pain as effort, as Chris's full length entered her throat. Callum plunged in and out furiously at the back.

Connie went rigid, her spine flexed, pushing her bum up into Callum, while her head dragged Chris's cock down. I knew she was having an orgasm, but was unable to cry out or thrash as she might have done normally.

The two men stopped, made brief eye contact and swapped positions. In the brief hiatus, Connie gasped for breath, before muttering, "Oh fuck" as her mouth and pussy were filled again.

Chris only fucked her briefly before withdrawing, and I wondered if he was too close to finishing - but no. He had coated himself in her slick, free-flowing juices, and was now angling at her other hole, pressing himself against her anus, and slowly entering.

Connie pushed back, taking him deep inside. I knew she liked anal, and this would prepare her for the final part of my demand. It was probably for the best.

Her pussy was literally dripping, and I don't think her orgasm had fully subsided when the men needed to withdraw. Their contributions had been quick - necessarily so, I suspected, as they must have been very, very close to filling her at both ends.

Once again, the men looked at each other - now deciding who got pussy and who got arse. It was Connie who decided.

She manoeuvred Chris onto his back, and mounted him, while Callum moved above her. It was tricky, but she managed it. Both men were deep inside her, and although they could barely move, she was fully penetrated. It probably needed working on to make it more comfortable, but even the clumsy movements were enough for Connie to hyperventilate and moan.

Ultimately, both men stood while Connie knelt between them, fingering her clit furiously, desperate to bring herself to the orgasm which was so close. As they jerked off over her face, finishing rapidly and copiously, she climaxed, head back, mouth wide, allowing both cocks to point inside simultaneously as they sprayed the final spurts of cum into her throat.

Once more, her cries were impeded by a mouthful of cock (swapping from one to the other part way through), and the cum in her throat, producing a strange 'gargling' effect.

It was several minutes before any of them were ready to speak. Chris and Callum flopped to the side, while Connie remained where she was, gasping, shivering occasionally, her hand, smothered in her juices, casually stroking her clit with none of the previous vigour, but enough pressure on the sensitive little button to send an occasional tremor through her body.

Eventually, she opened her eyes and stared into the camera. A smile formed and her eyes glittered with pleasure, before she used her free hand to slide the dripping semen on her face into her mouth, even gathering a couple of drops which had fallen onto her nipple.

"Wow!" She exclaimed. "That was... totally unforgettable. My brain is still spinning."

She lifted the hand that had been between her legs, and licked her nectar off it, clearly loving the taste. I couldn't blame her. I had tasted her, and she was as palatable as any fine wine.

"Glad you enjoyed it," I smirked, "I think the boys did too."

She looked at the spent men either side of her, who looked incapable of speech.

"Wha'd'you think? Anyway. We still need to get you off. How should we do that? Just one guy. Hmm..."

She thought, before apparently coming to a decision.

"I think, as these guys got to play with each other, perhaps we should let them see Josh being a bit bi. Get a dildo and some lube. Unless you've got a strap on. Let's see him take a dildo up his arse. Then we'll move on to you."

I knew Josh wouldn't mind this. We both liked anal play, and while he had never had a full dildo inside him, he had managed a butt plug before.

We considered the best position for this, before deciding that all fours would probably be easiest, and I coated the dildo first, before putting the slimy fluid on my finger and applying it directly to his little, dark hole. I inserted my finger, just to loosen him up a little, before pressing the dildo into the correct place.

Slowly and steadily, it entered - it was only about six inches long, with a pair of balls at the end (I chose it for this reason - didn't want to lose it) - and gently slid it in and out.

I knew it was rubbing directly over his prostate, and could feel him gasping for breath as he became stimulated. Suddenly, an odd thing happened. He stiffened and cried out, grabbing the dildo so hard that I couldn't move it. For one horrible moment, I thought he had cum, and checked his cock, expecting to see his creamy spurts. There were none.

Connie clapped, "Woohoo! Good job! Now. You gonna get the same as me - just with a vib. Josh is gonna fuck your face while you do your pussy. So cool. We get to see it so clearly. Then he can fuck you while you clean up the vib."

Mmm... I loved the idea, and lay back, head supported on pillows so Josh could kneel and thrust, while I pushed my new, large vibrator inside me, filling my pussy, while the other piece curled over the top onto my clit.

Josh face-fucked me vigorously, making me gag as I pushed the large sex toy in and out. My pussy and clit were on fire, while my head was mercilessly pounded. I felt my orgasm approach, sneaking up on my rattled brain and gradually extinguishing the fear of suffocating, gagging or just being damaged as it bounced around.

I nearly squeezed the vib out, and imagined it spiralling through the air, like some comedy space rocket, landing directly on the camera which shared our sex. I was almost proud that I still had the presence of mind to keep it in place. The orgasm was incredible. The fact that I was gagging on cock, as Josh held my head and pistoned in and out, leaving me helpless, intensified the experience. Maybe it was the difficulty breathing, or just the vulnerability. Whatever, I lost myself.

When I returned to earth, Connie was clapping, and Chris and Callum stared intently. No surprise, I suppose. My pussy was facing the camera, and they would have been able to see every detail of the vibrator inside me, the little 'ears' on top lifting my clit, and Josh filling my mouth. But it was only when Connie cried:

"You squirted. I love it. That was so great. It went fucking everywhere."

I think I blushed. Odd, I guess, that this should make me blush after everything else, but I still felt, somehow, that it was hardly 'ladylike'.

"OK, babe," continued Connie, "just DP and then Josh can finish off."

In some ways, the vib in my pussy and Josh's erect cock in my bum (so we didn't need to interrupt the flow by putting on a condom) was almost an anti-climax, and I felt it was something to try again in future. It felt incredible, and in my hugely sensitive state, I loved every second - but it was too quick. Josh needed to cum, and in my tight arse, he could not have lasted long.

I chose to lie back to take the cum on my face and in my mouth, masturbating myself to another orgasm (less powerful, but still head-spinningly amazing). Again, I made sure every detail of my yawning hole, my swollen clit and labia, and my dark, puckered anus were visible, as Josh came copiously on my face, my hair and then hitting my throat as I sucked him dry.

Unlike Connie, who just swallowed, I pushed the strands from my face into my mouth, before approaching the camera. I opened my mouth wide, showing the collected semen inside, before closing my lips, gulping and opening wide again. My mouth was empty. All gone. Wasn't I a good girl?

I think we would all have stayed there forever, waiting for the men to be ready for round two, and seeing if we could keep pushing boundaries, but all good things come to an end. Or have to be postponed until round two anyway. For us, the end was signified by a sharp tap on the door, and Debbie's urgent whisper:

"For fuck's sake shut up. I know what you're up to, but if mum and dad catch on, you'll be in deep shit. Anyway I wanna sleep."

We all giggled quietly. Debbie had a point, time had passed quickly, and it was very late. If we woke mum and dad, they would not be pleased.

We said our farewells, but not without one more little surprise.

"That was so cool," said Chris, "good job I recorded it. D'you want a copy?"

I think my jaw hit the floor, but Josh remained calm. "Sure," he said, "do you want a copy of ours?"

Everyone laughed. Connie and I had no idea that our boyfriends had been recording everything. Apparently, they had agreed to while arranging the video call. I was delighted. Watching the threesome back would be a lot of fun. I felt we got the better of the deal. Plus, of course, I had now squirted twice. Both times recorded on video.

We were knackered, and although the sexual high lasted a little longer as we cuddled and giggled in bed, it crashed like a sugar high, well before we were ready for another passionate exchange. That would have to wait until morning.

We slept late again, and were only awoken by the excited ringing of my phone, shortly before ten o'clock. It was Brenda.

"I've met someone," she blurted out excitedly, "can you come and meet them? I think you'll like them."

I was tempted to delay this get-together, but Brenda was determined, so we agreed to get together for coffee, at one of the multitude of chain coffee shops which had sprung up, later in the afternoon.

This allowed time for gentle, passionate love-making, followed by showers and lunch, then the traipse into town.

We arrived first and selected a quiet table which would allow conversation which could not be overheard. We ordered coffee and cake, and did not have long to wait until Brenda arrived, followed by pleasant looking person, who at first glance seemed androgynous.

They were average height, short hair, dyed black, wearing black hoodie and jeans. They were very slim - almost too slim - with delicate facial features.

They went to the counter and grabbed coffee before coming to join us. Brenda was excited.

"Do you remember Lacey from school?" She asked me.

I looked at the person with her, smiling shyly at us, and a vague memory stirred.

Lacey was a girl who had always been small for her age. She had been horribly bullied by those who felt they were entitled to do such things. She had finally left when one of these people had pushed her down the stairs and she sustained some quite serious injuries. I know that Brenda and I had rushed to help her at the time, and identified the mocking morons who looked down at us.

The school did nothing, and we became pariahs. It was one of the things that brought us closer.

I wasn't surprised to find Brenda with a woman. She had never 'come out' as gay, but neither had she been very interested in men. Even when we watched porn, she talked about the attractions of women more than men. In truth, I think my friend was just very open to all people. It was one of the things I most liked about her, and perhaps the best description of her sexuality would be pansexual. On reflection, I guess that would be the best description of me.

We chatted for a while, asking where they met, what Lacey had done after leaving school - general conversation. I liked Lacey. She was open and honest. She had left school due to bullying. It had been going on outside school as well, and the police had been involved. She transferred to a different school, where she had been supported, and, as she put it, 'allowed to be true to herself'.

She elucidated. "For a while, I identified as male, and believed I was transgender. Then I realised this wasn't right. I certainly knew I wasn't psychologically female, even if I was assigned female at birth. Neither was I gender-neutral. I identify as gender-fluid now. So my gender varies from situation to situation and time to time. That's the simple explanation. I use 'they-them' pronouns.

"That's why I was targeted by bullies. They hate LGBTQ people. I'm just me. I wish people wouldn't attach labels."

And that is exactly what they were - just them. A pleasant, easily approachable person, whose honesty and self-awareness really appealed to me - and to Josh, if the way he joined the conversation and included Lacey like an old friend was anything to go by.

Lacey and Brenda had met by total coincidence. Brenda's mum worked with Lacey's mum, and they had bumped into each other in town. Brenda and Lacey had recognised one another, and there was an immediate chemistry - they liked the same music and TV, had similar interests, and were drawn to one another.

They left their mothers to drink coffee and went off to do some shopping on their own, and ended up kissing. Rather like Josh and I, they had moved on to discussing sex quite rapidly, and Lacey had confessed that it was a challenging area for them. They were happy to have sex in a female role (with men or women), but also enjoyed sex in a male role (once again, with either gender).

From there, the obvious discussion ensued - how could Lacey adopt a male role, without male genitals to fulfil the basic penetration required? It turned out that, in fact, Lacey had no sexual experience, but, like Brenda and I, had explored everything with the help of freely available porn. This had made them conclude that, if they wished to have sex in a male role, they would require an artificial phallus - a strap-on.

Brenda and Lacey became very close over the afternoon, and had talked about having sex (Brenda being spurred on by her encounter with Josh and I). In female roles, this would be straightforward - however, if Lacey were to be in a male role, they would need to go shopping. While Josh and Lacey were deep in conversation, Brenda quietly asked me if I could take them to the sex shop to buy a strap-on - they were too shy to go on their own.

So it happened, that while Lacey had to go home, and Josh decided to pop to the camera shop to look at lenses and other camera related things, Brenda and I found ourselves surrounded by lingerie, vibrators, sexy outfits and butt plugs. Our shopping trip was brief, and we walked out with two strap-ons. Brenda had been a little surprised when I bought one for myself, but accepted my statement, that Josh wanted to experience anal for himself, without surprise.

We chatted about Lacey, and I commented how pleased I was that Brenda's choice of partner had been unconventional, and very much what she wanted, rather than a conventional, good-looking man, who would appeal to her parents. They had named her Brenda - a dreadfully dated name - because, they said, they wanted their daughter to grow up with the traditional values of their parents.

Brenda had decided that, if she and Lacey were going to have sex together, it would follow a similar pattern to Josh and I. In line with that, they had planned to get together that evening and share the things that excited them, and begin exploring one another's bodies. It sounded a good idea to me.

She then asked if they could visit Josh and I to benefit from our experiences. I felt it would be a little odd, but why not? We arranged, therefore, to get together the next day and spend time together.

A little later, I met Josh again and Brenda went home to prepare for her evening with Lacey.

As we walked home, Josh explained that, at University, he had a friend who was transgender, and other friends who were gender neutral, or identified as part of the LGBTQ+ community. He was very familiar with the various gender identities and sexualities, and the experiences of those who lived these lives. Like me, he felt that being true to themselves made these people special, and he held them in high esteem, respecting them and their decision to be true to themselves. He was looking forward to getting to know Lacey better.

We spent the rest of the day quietly. Not only were we seeing Lacey and Brenda, but Josh had a photoshoot with one of Debbie's friends the following day, so we wanted to be rested. We made love that night, without sex toys or anything else unconventional - hands first, then oral and a few different positions before I swallowed his semen and we settled down to sleep. This was as 'vanilla' as we got.

The following morning we made love again. The only little 'kink' we added was some spanking as Josh took me 'doggy-style', and anal. We considered these very minor deviations, and, in truth, we knew that many couples enjoyed these things frequently.

We set up lighting for Josh's photoshoot, including his new strobe light, which would flash as his camera took the photo, and some new backdrops. I especially liked the green screen, which enabled him to add different backgrounds using editing software. Along with the new lens, which Josh insisted would improve the quality of the images, this was looking like a far more professional set up.

Debbie's friend was lovely. She wanted to find work as a plus-size model, and certainly had the necessary attributes. Her full figure was very curvy - more so than Debbie - large boobs, extra weight around her stomach, wide hips and generous buttocks. Everything about her flowed and rippled.

Her face was extremely pretty, with sparkling, blue eyes, full lips and a ready smile. Her hair was carefully styled to frame her features, falling in ringlets to her shoulders.

She was well prepared for her shoot, both in terms of outfits and poses. Unlike those of us who had posed for Josh before, she struck her poses vigorously, thrusting where she needed to thrust, reaching and stretching where she needed to reach and stretch. Her face morphed into expressions, exaggerating her mood.

Although this was her first shoot, everything about her screamed 'professional'. I had no doubt that she would find work as a model. As she said herself, there were thousands of 'skinny' girls thinking they were the next supermodel, but larger women tended to be more body-conscious, so there was less competition - although still more than enough in a field with less work.

She began wearing full outfits, which enhanced her curves beautifully - especially her bountiful cleavage and rounded bum. She changed to lingerie, sexy and exotic, not hiding her flesh, but enhancing it - openly stating that she was proud of her extra pounds, and happy to share them with others.

After a while in corsets, diaphanous camis and stockings, she disregarded her top, allowing her plentiful boobs to fall out, firm and proudly swelling with large, diffuse areolae and small nipples.

There she stopped. She knew exactly what she wanted, had no wish to pose naked and we had no desire to push her further. She was a perfect professional.

Josh loved the experience. It was entirely non-sexual. Even when she was wearing nothing but a thong, there was no sign that she would get carried away, and, as Josh pointed out, while she was lovely, and the photos would look excellent, his sole focus was the camera. The session had been detached and unstimulating - and yet the results would be very sexy indeed to those who enjoyed the fuller figure.