"Come on Cat."
"What?"
"Show us?"
"What these?" I asked cupping my breasts, knowing full well what he meant.
"No."
"What then?"
"Your pussy."
"My what?"
"Your cunt, show us your cunt Cat."
The use of that word was so evocative. It excited me. I hate it when used as in 'You cunt' but when it's used properly as in 'My cunt' or 'Your cunt' it thrills me.
"You want to see my cunt boys" I asked?
"Fucking hell Cat yes."
Looking from one to the other I slowly opened my legs and revelled in the gasps and the 'Oh yeses' as five pairs of eyes stared at my glisteningy wet cunt.
This venture into replicating Belle de Jour will be continued if the feedback warrants it.
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