Future of Porn

Brad and I had been dating since our sophomore year in high school. We did not know it at the time, but Brad was to be my first husband. We were now out of high school by a year and a half and both of us had jobs close to each other. There was a large county park about 5 minutes away from where we both worked. In nice weather we would meet there for lunch when our lunch hours coincided. We both brown bagged it on those days and since we both worked about five minutes from the park we had about fifty minutes to sit and talk and enjoy each other.

On one particular day in the spring of that year we had sex as I sat on the top of a picnic table. There were a lot of other people in the park at the time and we were in view of about forty or fifty other people when we had sex that day. Because we were so discrete about it no one even realized what we were doing. It was a fantastic experience for me and after that first time there was seldom a lunch hour, on which we met, that we didn’t have sex right there in public in the park. Each time it was an exciting experience and with each of those experiences we grew bolder, however we kept things very discrete and private even though we were in public.

Being an exhibitionist was nothing new to me. As I grew up I had learned how exciting it was to sunbathe in the nude. I grew up in the country on a farm where there was a great deal of privacy, even outdoors. There was only my twin brother, my Mom and I so I didn’t have a big family to worry about seeing me. Because I was so close to my twin brother I was never concerned about him seeing me nude. We had both seen each other naked many times and it was no big deal for him to see me. My Mom would have probably killed me had she known that I sunbathed outside completely naked but she worked and she was never home when I did it. I also used to hang the laundry out in the nude on very hot days and sometimes I would do my chores naked because it was much cooler on hot days to go without clothes.

A few weeks after our first experience of having sex in public, we met for lunch and were sitting on the swings next to the picnic table after we had eaten lunch. We were facing opposite directions, as we usually did, so that we were facing each other when we stopped swinging. I had on a very full skirt once again and was swinging rather high. The wind was making my dress billow up in the air and I was rather exposed as I swung. Each time we swung backward he could easily see my dress billowing up exposing my bare legs completely.

“Do you realize how high your dress is blowing?” Brad asked me.

“Yes, and it feels really good,” I replied.

“Those people down there can probably see up your dress,” he commented, motioning to the people down hill from us, having a picnic.

“They probably can see up my dress and they can see more than you think; I am not wearing panties right now,” I told him in a sing song manner.

“You naughty girl; you didn’t tell me that before,” he chided me.

“That’s because you didn’t ask and you didn’t check to see what I was wearing under my skirt,” I quipped back at him.

“Now that I know, you have me all hot and bothered,” he informed me.

“And what are you going to do about it,” I teased him.

“You want to go back over and sit on the table for me?” he questioned.

Slowing my swing to a halt I looked over at Brad and with a coy look on my face I asked, “How would you like to try something new?”

He looked at me with a quizzical look on his face but didn’t answer me.

I waited till Brad’s swing stopped then stood and walked over to him. I stood in front of him and asked, “Can I swing with you?”

“What do you mean? What are you up to?” he asked me.

“Just trust me,” I answered him with a grin.

I stood in front of him trying to act mysterious and look coy with one of my little girl looks. Brad seemed a little skeptical about what I wanted to do. He was usually in charge but this time I had taken control of our activities and left him in the dark.

“Just let me sit over your lap,” I instructed him. “Let me straddle you.”

Brad stood slightly, still holding onto the chains on each side of the swing, as I stepped forward until I was almost touching him as we stood face to face.

“OK, now lean over to one side,” I instructed him as I motioned with my hand toward his right.

As he leaned to his right I lifted my right leg and slipped it up over the swing seat on his left. I grasp the swing chains in my hands also and as he leaned the opposite direction I lifted my left leg and slung it over the swing seat on the other side of him. He then sat back down on the swing seat and I slid forward onto his lap, straddling his body and facing him.

We sat there like that for a minute as he wrapped his arms around me and we kissed, pulling me tight against his chest.

I had not worn panties or stockings to lunch that day so my bare legs were pretty much exposed almost up to the top of my thighs. My skirt was covering the remainder of me. I was wearing a full skirt which hung down behind me, covering my bare bum. My skirt cascaded down over his legs which were protruding out from underneath me and behind me.

I had never told Brad but I had once seen a couple on a swing when I was up at the lake. They were sitting just the way that we were. As I sat there over Brad’s lap I related to him what I had seen that day.

It was in a picnic grove removed from the beach but they were both wearing swim suits. I was with my Mom and brother and some other relatives. Everyone else was down on the beach but I had returned to our picnic table because I was hungry. I was sitting alone at the picnic table with a snack and a Coke when this young couple caught my eye.

I don’t know what it was about this couple that caught my eye, they were not unlike any other couple that you might see at the beach, but I watched them anyway. He was kinda good looking but not outstanding. She was smallish with blonde hair. Her build was slight which gave her very little shape and small breasts. Although they were just an average young couple you could tell by the way they acted toward each other, and the way they looked at each other, that they were very special to each other.

I tried acting out some of what I was relating to him in my story and at this point I kissed him, but this time I made sure that it was a long deep wet kiss.

After our kiss I went back to my story:

As they walked thru the sparsely populated picnic area holding hands it was obvious to me they were looking for someplace that might afford them some privacy. There was no place that they could go off to and be alone. The whole area was wide open and they were in plain view of everyone there.

She led them over to a set of large swings and she sat down on a swing while he stood in front of her as they talked. She moved the swing from side to side in a nervous fashion as they talked. After a few minutes of talking she stood up and he sat down on the swing. She sat down on his lap straddling him with her legs spread; one leg on each side of his hips. She wrapped her arms around him and held herself to him as he held on to the chains supporting the swing and he started them swinging.

I could see that she was grinding herself against his lap as they began swinging higher and higher and that they were both enjoying what she was doing. He seemed to get into the act by thrusting upward when he pumped the swing, pushing himself up hard against her open crotch. The faster they swung and the higher they went the more furious their rubbing together became.

It was a beautiful sight, watching this young couple, obviously very much in love, pleasuring each other in the best way that they could.

As I related the story I sat there grinding my nakedness under my skirt against the hardness inside his pants. Brad had started the swing moving ever so slightly as I talked. He was pushing himself up against my spread crotch, responding to my actions.

I wasn’t nearly as nervous this time as I had been the first time. I didn’t care if others were watching us. My libido had climbed to a point at which nothing else seemed as important as satisfying my desires. I could feel, by his actions that he was just as excited as I was.

The idea of going pantiless was always exciting to me. Sitting here in a public place, grinding myself against his hardness just raised that level of excitement. What was really fantastic about what we were doing was that I was rubbing my bare pussy against him under my dress with many people all around us and no one but Brad and I knew what I was doing. My excitement level was rising in leaps and bounds

Brad had maintained his position on the swing, facing the people that were downhill from us when I sat down on his lap on the swing. This meant that as we sat there grinding ourselves together he could look over my shoulder at all the other people that were in the area where we were. I had to look over my shoulder to see the other people there. Knowing there were other people that could see us while I was naked under my skirt and grinding my bare pussy against his hardness thru his pants added to my excitement. I felt very naughty and I love feeling naughty. Looking over my shoulder I could see that no one was paying any attention to us but we were doing something sexual in front of them, even if they weren’t paying attention to us, and that excited me even more.

Turning my face so that my mouth was directly in front of his ear I whispered, “Would you like to be inside me right now?”

“You know I would,” he whispered in a soft voice.

“Ok, then stop the swing,” I suggested.

We weren’t swinging very high so Brad just put his feet down on the ground and stopped us immediately.

I slid back on his lap, toward his knees, until I was almost off of his lap. Then I lifted my legs and pulled them from around him and stood up.

As I stood directly in front of him, shielding him from the vision of the other people, I instructed him, “Go ahead and open your pants.”

This time he was the one looking around to see if anyone was watching us. He reached down and opened the front of his pants, pushing them to the side. Next he pushed the front of his underwear down then stood slightly so that he could push his pants and underwear down almost over his hips. His hard penis popped out from under the elastic band of his briefs and stood straight up in the air.

Quietly I said, as I looked down at his erection, “Wow! You sure are hard.”

Brad just looked up into my eyes and smiled at me. He still seemed a little nervous about what we were doing but now that he understood what we were going to do he seemed a little more relaxed.

Lifting my legs once again I placed them on each side of his hips and sat back down on his lap, straddling him and facing him.

With me now sitting on his lap, Brad reached up and grasped the chains of the swing once again. I leaned back slightly, until I could look down between us and see his erection. I then reached down and took his erection in my hand and, watching what I was doing, I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked it a couple of times. Looking up into his eyes I grinned then scrunched forward on his lap until his rigid penis was touching my pussy. With his penis in my hand I guided him to the entrance of my vagina then held it in place as I slid farther forward, burying it easily inside my vagina. Being as wet as I was I had no problems accepting his penis into my vagina; he slipped in very easily.

With his penis now partially buried inside me I wrapped my arms around him and we kissed passionately. When our embrace broke and we stopped our kiss I reached up and grasp the swing chains just below Brad’s hands and pushed forward with my pelvis as though I was pumping the swing. As I did I pushed his erection deeper inside my body.

He back pedaled with his feet then lifted his feet so that we started to swing with him going forward and me moving backward. When we reach the fullest extent of the back swing I lifted my feet and leaned back, pulling on the chains as I normally would, to pump a swing. When I did this I pressed down into his lap forcing his penis deeper into my vagina. As I swung forward Brad was swinging backward. When we reached the end of the back swing again, in Brad’s direction, Brad pushed his feet out in front of him and I dropped my feet down, causing his penis to slip slightly down my vagina. He leaned back and pulled back on the swing chains, pumping in his forward direction. When he pumped he pushed his penis upward forcing his penis back up and deep into me.

The motion of both of us pumping was forcing the swing to go higher and forcing his erection in and out of my vagina. It was as though he was taking long slow strokes in and out of me when we made love on a bed, except in this case we were out in public in full view of forty or so people and on a swing. We had created a see saw type of motion and our rhythm was constant and repetitive.

We had just barely begun to swing but were going pretty high when out of the woods above us walked a couple probably twice our age. They were walking hand in hand and smiling, coming down the hill directly toward us. Brad’s back was toward them and I was facing them.

I whispered in his ear, “Someone is coming behind you.”

“What do you want me to do?” he asked.

“I don’t know, I guess we just keep swinging,” I replied.

We were swinging and, at the same time, he was deep inside me. My dress was covering us from my back and the sides as it cascaded down over my butt and his legs but my dress was not covering my legs, which were naked to the tops of my thighs and sticking straight up in the air each time that I pumped the swing although it was bunched between us in front of me, hiding what we were doing. My dress was billowing out behind me each time that the swing went forward in my direction but it quickly came back down when we changed directions. I could feel the fresh air on my bare bum.

“Don’t pump the swing, just let it die down until they pass us,” he suggested to me.

As they approached us I could feel the guy’s eyes on my bare legs, trying to see as much as he could. Being in this position, impaled on Brad’s swollen penis, with this couple looking at us, was really exciting me. Although they could see that we were in a strange position, I didn’t think they knew what we were doing but it still really excited me.

As they approached I looked straight at them and smiled as did Brad when he turned his head. It was at that point that the guy spoke up, “You two sure look like you’re having a lot of fun. We have seen you here before and you always seem to enjoy each others company. You remind us of a couple little kids, the way you’re always having fun.”

I smiled and bashfully said, “Thank you,” because that was all that I could think of to say.

As they passed us the woman looked back at Brad and grinned. When she did Brad knew that she knew exactly what we were doing.

Once they were out of ear shot I told Brad, “They didn’t even suspect what we were doing.”

“No, I think they knew exactly what we were doing,” he informed him.

I started pumping the swing again as I asked him why he thought that.

“Because my bare ass is hanging off the back of the swing seat and I am sure that they saw it,” he explained.

I let go of the swing chain with my left hand, holding tightly with my right hand, and leaned forward so that I could reach behind him with my free left hand. I quickly ran my hand down his back to feel his butt. His shirt tail was hanging down over his naked butt, but the top of his pants were under his thighs against the swing seat and his bare butt was very visible when his shirt tail billowed up in the air.

Taking hold of the swing chain again with my left hand I looked at him and giggled ,”You’re right; your bare butt is hanging out the back.”

“I think that is why that woman turned around and gave me such a big grin,” he stated.

“Well, you do have a nice butt. You should be proud of it,” I exclaimed, then busted out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” he asked me.

“If it were me I would have showed off my naked butt proudly, but you seem to begrudge the poor woman a good look at your sexy butt,” I laughed.

Brad ignored my comment and started to pump harder and swing higher. With each pump of the swing, on his part or mine, his penis was forced into my vagina in a very rhythmic motion. Each time he pumped the swing and drove his penis deep into me, his pubic bone crashed into my pussy, crushing my clitoris between us and increasing the fantastic sensations that I was receiving. It felt really good, making love like this, but it was the idea that we were doing it here in front of everyone else that really excited me. I had that full feeling that a girl gets when her guy is deep inside her. The motion that his penis was making deep inside my body was fantastic, along with the excitement of having sex in public.

As we swung higher and faster my dress began blowing up in the air behind me and I am sure that my bare butt was showing for all the world to see. The excitement of being exposed in public heightened my arousal. The more excited I became, the harder I pumped the swing, trying to make it go faster and higher, which in turn raised my passions, causing me to become even more excited.

As we pumped the swing harder and faster the speed of our rhythm increased, raising our passions higher.

I could feel my libido climbing higher. That wonderful queasy, feeling deep between my legs, was forming as we swung higher and his penis pumped in and out of me more rapidly. My vagina was becoming extremely sensitive. Brad was now leaning way back each time he pumped the swing driving his rigid penis harder and deeper into my vagina. Each time that he leaned back to pull on the swing chains I could feel him buck his pelvis up forcing himself deeper into me and harder against me.

Brad had always loved having me talk dirty to him when we were making love. He liked me to say things to him that I would not ordinarily say. It excited me also, to say these things to him in the heat of passion. I started to whisper encouragement to him in the dirty language that he loved.

“Fuck me hard, Baby!” I told him. “I want your cum!” “Give it to me!” “Fill my cunt with your cum, Honey!”

I intentionally held my voice down so that I didn’t attract any attention to us.

With each dirty phrase I uttered I became more and more excited. By now we were making wild passionate love to each other. He was ramming himself hard into me. My pussy was burning with desire and I couldn’t get enough of him inside me. I wanted it as fast and hard as he could give it to me.

My heart was pounding; my breath was now coming in gasps; my head was spinning. My whole being was centered in the pleasure that I was receiving between my legs. I gripped the swing chains in a death grip. My orgasm was climbing from deep within my groin and radiating out to my every extremity. The swing was now going high enough and fast enough that my stomach was fluttering at each end of its arc, just as it changed directions.

I felt Brad stiffen as he jammed his rigid throbbing penis as deep into me as he could. When he did, I pressed my cunt down onto his cock and we both stopped moving at that point. The swing was still going really high as I pressed hard against him and he pushed himself deep into me. At the same time, my orgasm climbed to the top and my muscles tensed as I stiffened also. Just before I closed my eyes I saw his face grimace and contort in the pleasure that he was receiving. I closed my eyes in ecstasy and I felt him explode deep inside my body. His cock throbbed as it gushed its warm cum deep inside me.

Both William and I came upstairs to find him at the bathroom door with Manda’s nightshirt in his hands. William had picked up the camera and joined him at the door. Manda was loudly protesting his trick, and when I saw her, she was crouching in a few inches of water in the tub, bent over on her knees with her arms across her chest, trying to hide herself from our view. Her complaints did not sound all that serious, though, and William stepped into the room to take her picture.

She cried out, “A gentleman would never do this to a lady friend,” but she giggled as she said it.

I stepped in, saying, “Manda’s right. Where are your manners, William?” He turned to look at me, but I surprised them all by taking his pajama pants by the waist and pulling them down, leaving him nude, with a partial erection. “Okay,” I said, “now you’re showing the lady the proper respect.”

Manda gasped and her eyes widened as she realized that I was not going to do anything to prevent William from taking pictures of her in the nude. Even so, after a moment, she smiled despite herself.

Standing over the tub, he could not get that much of her body in the picture, but she was obviously nude, and part of her bottom was visible. Mark mentioned that the picture should be more like the ones we took before, so William handed him the camera and sat on the edge of the tub next to Manda. As Mark took their picture, Manda turned toward him and stuck out her tongue. Mark took another picture as William took a sponge and, standing over her fully erect, wrong it out so that water poured on her head. Mark then encouraged us to stay as he held out her nightshirt, teasing her.

“If I get out of this tub, you may not want me to catch you.”

“I’ll take my chances,” Mark replied.

She was fast. With an arm over her chest and a hand over most of her abundant pubic hair, she sprang out of the tub, grabbed her nightshirt and Mark’s towel in one motion, and ran past us back to their room. It all went so fast that we didn’t really see her breasts when she used that hand to grab her clothes.

Even so, she could not run fast enough to keep us from seeing her slender, glistening bottom racing down the hall. We knew she was enjoying herself despite the protests because of her laughter and because she paused at the door to drop Mark’s towel and glance back at all of us, giving William a lingering look at her bottom, not to mention allowing her to get another look at the two naked men flanking me. Mark went to join her in the room, and we saw them embracing next to the bed.

“Want me to close the door?” I asked.

Manda, her bare backside visible as she was held in Mark’s arms, turned her head carefully so as not to show more of her body to us and answered, “Please do.”

I was glad she wasn’t angry or hurt, not to mention that I got another look at Mark’s erect penis. He must have enjoyed getting some revenge on her, and after they were back in their room, they didn’t come down to breakfast for quite some time. And they took showers again.

When they did finally come downstairs, she was wearing her tee-shirt over a bra and panties that were similar to the set she wore yesterday. The shirt came to her waist and did not cover her panties at all. Mark too was in another pair of white briefs, so they were ready to go back to the pool. William could drop his robe and be ready also, having changed to his black low-rise briefs. I, however, had nothing on under my robe.

“I’ll need to go get my, ahem, ’swimwear’ before we go next door.”

“Don’t bother yourself,” Mark said. “That robe will do nicely.”

“Yeah, and when it floats we’ll get to see how long you can stay under water. I think I better put on something else just to ensure your safety.”

As I started to go, Mark turned to William. “Is she refusing a dare?”

“I guess so,” he answered with mock disdain.

I didn’t stop walking toward the staircase, but said to them over my shoulder, “I’m not refusing all dares, just that one for now.” As I spoke, I untied and dropped my robe, giving them all a brief rear view of my bare body disappearing up the steps.

At the pool, of course, there was now a sense of tension and anticipation. The guys had been fully nude yesterday, and this morning they had been treated to fleeting glimpses of Manda’s bottom and mine. Right away, I said, “I don’t know why you guys even put on your underwear to come over here. Why cover up now after swimming nude already?”

Mark responded, “That was paying off a bet. No bets today.”

“Sure there are no bets, but there’s also no need for modesty anymore.”

“Well, what about you and Manda?”

A glance at Manda told me that, despite the streaking before, she was not really ready to go nude with us. I tried a compromise. “Don’t rush us, Mark. Have some consideration for me and your sweetheart here. Just give us time.”

William had taken his pants off while we talked, and now we all noticed. Standing casually near Manda, he said, “Take your time. Why not start by going topless for a while? That way Mark and I won’t feel like sex objects for your amusement.”

Even Manda had to laugh at his mock pleading, but she still kept her arms wrapped around herself. She looked at me to see what I’d say. I acted like I was reluctant and then said, “Well, I guess that sounds fair.” Manda’s eyes widened. After a moment, she looked back at me and giggled again, which I understood to mean she was thinking about it, waiting to see what I would do next.

“Mark, you have to strip first. Try being a gentleman.”

He turned around again and slipped his pants off, covering himself with his hands before facing us.

“Come on, no teasing. Put your hands aside.”

With a little hesitation, he did just that. His penis was beautifully erect, standing up in the sun. He wanted to get in the pool right away, but since William, also fully erect now, was not moving, Mark stayed put. The other three were now looking at me.

“Okay, if you really want to see my little breasts that much, I guess it can’t hurt to let you.” I wasn’t just acting. Being nude in front of others would not be entirely new to me, yet I still got shaky hands and a racing heart as I reached to unclasp my bra. Letting it come down my arms, I looked to see Mark’s reaction, and we both liked what we saw.

Now we all looked to Manda. She seemed frozen then. Mark asked if she wanted help. She shook her head. Very slowly, she reached behind her back, fumbled with the clasp a bit, and finally loosened her bra. Still, she held it in place with her hands on the shoulder straps. “There’s not much to see,” she said, almost apologetically.

No one spoke as she brought the straps down. Once she had the bra free of her arms, her first impulse was to put her arms over her breasts, but she resisted it. As roommates, we never saw each other nude, although we knew that each other’s body was far from voluptuous. Now I could see that her breasts had swelled only slightly on her chest. Like mine, though, her nipples were notably large, and their deeper brown color made them stand out from the caramel complexion of her body. Mark called her nipples Hershey’s kisses.

William spoke up first. “Linda is always saying the same thing, and I’m always answering in the same way. Small breasts can be just as pretty and sexy as large ones, and Manda, yours are certainly turning me on.”

She thanked him and quickly got in the water. We all complimented each other on the attractiveness of various body parts not normally seen, and we all grew more comfortable with our full or partial nudity over the next hour or two. Nobody remained too shy to sit along the edge of the pool or get out for a moment, and Manda and I saw that the guys’ erections even subsided a bit as they got used to being exposed. When William brought out the camera, Mark did not try to hide his penis, and Manda did not try to cover her breasts.

While taking a few pictures, though, the guys again brought up the fact that only they were completely nude. As before, Manda looked to me to see how I’d respond, but I wanted to be sure she was really willing, not pressured. Being in the relationship with Mark had changed her in many ways, similar to the way William and I changed each other, so I thought she might be ready. “What do you say, Manda? Shall we join them?”

“Are they daring us?”

“Yes, we are daring you,” Mark said.

Manda thought a moment. “I don’t know what would be worse, embarrassment from being nude in front of William, or embarrassment from being teased as uptight by Mark in front of both of you.”

William said, “You already know what the teasing is like and that you don’t like it. Maybe being nude won’t be so bad. You won’t know until you try. Mark and I are doing okay with it.”

She walked along the pool’s edge to where Mark was sitting. All she said was, “Quick, before I change my mind.” Mark stood up, and she turned toward him, almost hugging him. They looked in each other’s eyes briefly, and then he took her panties by the waistband and brought them down in one swift motion. Manda seemed to shiver and hesitated before actually stepping out of her panties. She remained close to Mark, turned away from us.

William was enjoying another lingering look at her bottom, but was also waiting intently to see the rest of her. When she finally did turn to face us, she had her hands over her vagina. Then Mark embraced her from behind, his penis very erect again, his hands on her shoulders as he leaned over to kiss her deeply. His embrace made her lean back a little, and she reached with her hands to steady herself, hold his face and return his kiss. In that pose, her body stretched, fully exposing her abundant black pubic hair. The two of them looked like a sculpture, and William was sharp enough to stop staring breathlessly and take their picture. Manda then looked at us, smiling shyly, hoping we liked her slender body. She didn’t have to worry.

I stood up to remove my panties, facing them the whole time. Still holding Manda, Mark now looked over her to watch me, and I returned his look while I lowered my panties. Of course, they could immediately see my smooth pubis. Both Mark and William commented on the enjoyable contrast our vaginas presented to them. And both of them wanted Manda and me together in a photograph to preserve that contrast for all time. Posing side by side, we started to giggle again, hardly believing what we were doing, but getting to like the feeling.

Manda and I did not jump right back in the pool, giving the guys more time to enjoy our bodies. It must have required some effort on her part to stay with me, because she kept saying that her body wasn’t that attractive. We were standing in a little circle, reviewing the pictures in the camera, and I told Manda, “If you ever wonder whether your body is pretty enough, just look at these guys.” Taking William’s penis in hand, I added, “You should feel how hard this penis has grown, that would tell you what William thinks of your body.”

William and I were both surprised when she took my words literally. Without saying anything, she reached over and held William’s penis in her hand, stroking it lightly and squeezing it. William gasped with pleasure and made no objection. I simply smiled, thinking how Manda could surprise us so.

“Can I see how much Mark likes my body?”

“I think that would be fair,” she answered, still holding my husband’s erection.

As we felt each other’s man, we looked at each other and giggled once more. Here we were, the two most socially awkward girls from our dorm, completely nude with our lovers, and boldly taking the initiative by fondling their penises. Given the expressions on our guys’ faces, we could see that they liked our attitudes as much as our hands and bodies.

Manda told them, “Why the shocked looks? Can’t we be sexually curious too?”

Mark stammered a bit because I was not letting go of his penis. “We’re not complaining, just didn’t expect it from you.”

“Because I’m Indian? Maybe I’ve been in America long enough to be sexier.”

William managed to joke, “Another reason to liberalize immigration policy.” We all laughed.

Now when we got back into the water, there was an implicit understanding that more touching was allowed. Manda and I continued to feel William’s and Mark’s erections now and then, and they in turn were occasionally using their hands to compare our breasts, nipples, bottoms, and vaginas. Of course, it was easy for them to see my labia. Manda, on the other hand, had to be persuaded to sit on the pool’s edge for a moment so that William could look more closely at her with her legs spread. I sat beside her so that she wouldn’t feel alone, and our spread legs seemed to invite further touching. Mark opened my labia to touch my clitoris, and William parted Manda’s hair to discover that she was as pink inside as any other woman.

Our next surprise came from Mark. With his face so close to my vagina, on an impulse he leaned in and gave me a brief lick. It felt wonderful, despite being sudden and unexpected, but I wondered if William would mind. He saw what Mark did, smiled at me, and then leaned in to lick Manda’s vagina. The thought crossed my mind that, only last night, we were wondering if Manda could be convinced to go nude with us, and now I was wondering if William and I could keep up with her and Mark.

Actually, in one way, I guess I was still ahead of Manda. Because neither of us objected or closed our legs, the guys persisted in their licking. Manda was leaning back with her eyes closed, obviously feeling great pleasure from William’s tongue. The sight of them along with Mark’s tongue in and around my own vagina quickly led me to a keen sexual edge, and my gasping sounds and blushing chest let the others know when exactly I went over that lovely edge.

My second orgasm from another man surprised me, and it inspired William to give Manda a similar joy. Her darker skin did not blush so clearly across her breasts, but her firm nipples and satisfied sounds signaled her orgasm, a first with someone other than Mark. The two guys looked awfully pleased with themselves, and Manda and I were surely not going to say they didn’t deserve a bit of pride.

I reset the mood when I finally said, “I think I need to get in the water to cool off now.”

Manda pointed out, “Mark and William are already in the water, and it hasn’t cooled them off any,” a remark that led to some splashing fights and more laughter.

When we later got out of the water, the guys spread towels in a shady spot closer to the house. Off the patio and concrete around the pool, they figured we would all be more comfortable lying on the grass. William and Mark stretched out first, and Manda and I began gently to dry them off. Both of us alternated between the two guys at first, but she eventually concentrated on William while I rubbed down Mark’s body. Nudging him to turn over on his back, I expected to see that he had an erection, and I wasn’t disappointed. Manda found William’s penis in a similarly aroused state.

As we dried them, our attentions soon focused solely on those erections. I was holding Mark’s penis, stroking it tenderly, studying the details of its shape and texture, as well as the details of his pubic hair and testicles. A glance to the side told me that Manda was likewise fascinated by William’s penis. In the back of my mind, I was contemplating whether I should return the favor and try to bring Mark to an orgasm by stroking his penis.

Manda must have had the same thought, although she had another means to the end: when I glanced her way once, she looked at me, next caught William’s eye, and then leaned over to put his penis in her mouth. She was moving it in and out, taking most of it in and running her tongue around it. She also held it and licked all around, gently holding each testicle in her mouth briefly. William clearly was in ecstasy, and she returned to sucking him. His hips started to move up and down in tempo with her sucking, pushing more of his penis into her mouth.

All the while she had his penis in her mouth, she was lightly fondling his testicles with her free hand. Within a few minutes, William’s breathing and movements increased, and I could tell he was getting close. The question in my mind was soon answered by what I saw. When William groaned and held his hips up, pressing urgently into Manda’s mouth, she kept her lips locked around the shaft of his throbbing penis. Finally releasing him from her mouth, she coaxed a few more drops of semen from his penis in her hand, all the time smiling, telling him what a strong penis he had.

Mark’s penis was still in my hand, but the two of us had been watching the others. Now that William and Manda turned our way, I knew they were expecting more of the same from us. I guess I had thought about having sex with other men recently, but figured the possibility of STDs would prevent me from ever acting on such thoughts. As much as I enjoyed our relationship with Steve and Carrie, I would be afraid to take that next step. With Mark and Manda, however, I could be confident that they were a couple like William and me, a couple of relative innocents whose sexual histories had no more than one chapter.

These thoughts went through my mind quickly, and suddenly I found myself moving to kneel next to Mark, bending over his middle, holding his penis straight up for all to see, and then putting it as far into my mouth as I could make it go.

His reactions and movements resembled William’s, but his excitement must have been closer to boiling from the beginning. Although I had time to explore his genitals with my tongue, I did not have to suck on him for long thereafter before I tasted his semen deep in my throat. Like Manda, I held his penis in me until the pulsations in his penis subsided. Sitting up, I saw one drop more come from the shiny wet tip of his penis, and I quickly bent over again to lick it off, leaving his penis clean and glistening. Turning to Manda and William, I saw their broad smiles. William was still erect, both from the show and from being still in Manda’s hand.

He was also holding the camera, having recorded a few shots of me with Mark’s penis in my mouth. One of the pictures from behind me very explicitly depicted my bottom and vagina as I knelt over Mark’s body. Since William still had an erection, I got Manda to pose for a couple of pictures with it in her mouth. We rested then, but the camera had us thinking of other pictures in our minds that might be enacted in real life.

After a suitable rest in the sun, I said, “If you two guys are ready, I’d like a picture with both of you.”

“You already have pictures of us with you,” Mark replied.

“I had a different pose in mind,” and I took William’s penis in hand and played with it to get him erect once more. As Manda and Mark watched, I showed them how I could turn William’s penis into a kind of slide. They were fascinated by the sight of my vagina gliding up and down his length, but I was not finished. “Mark,” I said, “come here next to us.” When he was near me, I pushed William’s penis up inside of me, looked at Manda, and said, “Get ready to take our picture.”

She raised the camera just as I took Mark’s penis and pulled him closer. Smiling at her and the lens, I put his penis into my mouth, feeling two men inside of me for the first time. The three of us established a rhythm soon enough, and Manda got it all in the camera. Before I could reach an orgasm, however, she said, “I’ve got that pose. Now try another.”

I did not know what I should do, but the guys moved almost without hesitation. William moved from beneath me, leaving me on my hands and knees, while Mark moved around behind me. I did not know exactly what to expect next, but the guys seemed to know. William knelt beside me held me, rubbing my back and fondling my breasts, as Mark scooted nearer, close enough for me to feel his penis against my bottom.