Jill and I had fucked a few times, but they'd been one night stands and pretty routine. This particular evening I'd had Jill round to my place and cooked a pretty fair dinner, and I was beginning the let's-go-to-bed gambit.
Jill seemed to come to a sudden decision. "Fucking's pretty nice," she said, "but we've always been so eager we haven't really gone in for any foreplay."
"O.K.," I said. "Got anything special in mind?"
"That's part of the problem. We don't really know what we want. We don't really know each other. Do you know what I like best?"
"Fucking?" I suggested facetiously.
"There you are again. There are all sorts of lovely intimate things we can do to each other, and we haven't tried them and we haven't even talked about them. I'll bet you're even too shy to tell me whether you masturbate yourself."
I was shattered. This was a new Jill. And I wasn't sure I was ready to open up and admit to things like that.
"Well, do you?"
"I guess so, " I admitted. "Sometimes."
"Well that's a start," Jill said. "Let's play a game. Come and sit in the armchair opposite me. Now, we're going to tell each other our secret desires and fantasies." I was all out for hearing Jill's fantasies, but I wasn't so sure I wanted to bare my own soul. "O.K. you start," I said.
"This is an every day one. I love to see a man looking at my boobs under my sweater. I know he's wondering what they're like, and imagining he can get at them. That's why I always wear a tight sweater or a close fitting dress. Sometimes I go without a bra so my nipples show better. While I'm in the bus I have a little fantasy that he's feeling me up, and feeling my nipples through my clothes. Your turn."
"I guess I'd like to be that guy. I'd like to have X-ray glasses, and have all the tits in the bus naked so I can compare them." I was surprising myself, how much I was going to spill. "I'd like to be able to have fifty broads all together in one room, specially chosen so they all had different kinds of tits."
"What kinds?"
"Well, big round ones that bounce and jiggle, big firm ones that stand right out and don't need a brassiere, little ones like little apples, medium ones that stand out hard and pointed. Then there's the kind that tilt up at the tips. And some nearly white, and some sunburned, and some brown and some black. And there are all sorts of nipples. Pink ones, and red ones and brown ones. Little pimples, hard nuts, great big ones like raspberries. And the aureola, great wide ones spreading all over the top of the tit, little ones, swollen ones that stand out from the tit like a sort of cone. Smooth ones, pimply ones, wrinkled ones. Nipples that swell when I suck them, nipples that get hard when I squeeze the tit. There must be dozens of different combinations."
"Would they be dressed, or wearing bras, or naked?"
"Oh, I'd want to see them. The tits would have to be naked, but only stripped to the waist. That way I wouldn't be distracted by anything else. And naked to the waist is sort of exciting. How would you rather be?"
Jill had no doubt at all. "Stripped right off. Stark naked. Showing everything I have. I love the feeling of being naked, even when I'm by myself, it's so lascivious. But I'd rather have a man looking at me, licking his lips, thinking disgusting dirty thoughts."
"Just any man?"
"I'm sorry, darling. Not in practice, but in my fantasies it's someone I've never seen before, and I want him to undress me---no, strip me. I'd love to be strip searched at a frontier post, with all the Customs men watching. They'd tell me they had to search me for drugs, inspecting me in every orifice. Wouldn't you like to be the Customs Officer?
He'd tell me to strip, and I'd refuse, and then one man would hold me while another stripped me. He'd probably unzip my pants first, and pull them down my legs to my feet. You know my panties are pretty brief, and he wouldn't be able to resist staring at my crotch. I'd deliberately keep my legs closed so nothing showed. Then he'd put his hands on the waistband of my panties (although they don't come up anywhere near my waist, and my navel would stare him in the eyes and a lot of my belly would be showing). He'd peel my panties slowly down---slowly because he's still trying to pretend that this is an official search and he's not doing it out of prurience, and also because he's doing this partly for the others to watch. But when my panties come down below the top of my bush I can see his eyes staring at where my cunt is, and he begins to hurry. He puts his hands behind me and spreads them over the cheeks of my ass and grabs them, and pulls the back of my panties down as far as he can. But I'm keeping my thighs pressed tight together, so he has to really pull hard to get my panties down over my thighs.
"But he still can't see my cunt. My bush is covering where my clit is, and I'm keeping my cunt lips closed by squeezing my thighs together. So he'd tell me to open my legs, and I wouldn't, so two of them would grab my legs and force them open. And by this time I'm so horny my cunt lips would be open and I'm longing for them to start searching me. But quite obviously they're looking for more than drugs. They want to see the rest of me, even though all my orifices are exposed. So the Customs man unbuttons my blouse and pulls it off, and they all make remarks about the size of my tits and tell him to get my bra off quickly. He tries to undo it, but you know how tricky those bra fastenings are, so he just grabs one side of my bra and puts his other hand under my tit and forces it out. And then he gets my other tit out, and I'm standing there with my thighs open and my cunt showing and my tits swelling out over the top of my bra.
"Then he starts the search. Inside every orifice. He puts his fingers up inside my cunt and pretends to feel around for drugs, and he diddles my clit with his thumb while he does it. And then all the other men would have to take a turn. And one would have his fingers up my cunt and one would be up my anus, and one would have his tongue inside my mouth, and one would have his mouth fastened on my nipple."
I was getting pretty well warmed up to this game. Being a Customs Officer seemed like a great idea. But this mass invasion of privacy brought to mind one of my own fantasies. "I guess every man dreams of having two or three girls at once. But sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be taken by some female sex cult or a gang of nymphomaniacs. They'd strip me balls naked and tie me down on the floor. And they'd all have ideas of what they wanted to do to me to get their rocks off. They'd strip themselves, of course, till I was surrounded by naked babes all horny as hell and masturbating themselves. By this time I'd have an erection like a telephone pole. I wouldn't know whether to look at tits or cunts. And then they'd take turns standing over me with their legs apart and pulling their cunt lips open and making me look right up inside their bodies."
"Is that all?" Jill was lolling back in her armchair with her legs apart. She had been wearing jeans ,but by this time they were on the floor at her feet. I'd seen her naked often enough, but this sight of naked thighs stretched out from the armchair was something new. She rubbed her hand down her belly and pressed it just above her crotch. "Is that all they do?"
"You've no idea what that does to the gonads," I said. "I'd be ready to cum at any time. But while they're doing that, the other girls are doing their thing. You'd think they hadn't seen a prick since Christmas. They're feeling it, squeezing it, masturbating it, licking it, sucking it, playing with my balls, taking my whole ball bag into their mouths. And then one kneels astride my head, and sits down with her open vulva pressed down on my mouth. I can smell her perfume mixed with her cunt smell, and I can taste the cunt juice that's soaking her cunt lips. She's determined to get off on my face. She presses her open cunt onto my mouth and squirms her ass around till my mouth's right up inside her. When I push out my tongue I can stick it right up between her inner lips and explore around inside her vagina. I'm really tongue fucking her, and I can feel her cunt muscles squeezing my tongue, and it seems like she's going to cum at any moment."
"What about you? Aren't you going to cum?"
"Oh my god yes! I've never had an ass squirming about on my face before. But then another pair of thighs squats over me, and I can feel my cock taken inside a hot wet cunt. Another ass is lowering itself onto me, and my rod goes right up inside while she sits on me. And then she's fucking me. That's another new experience. She jerks herself off on my prick, at her own time, for her own pleasure. And then I can't hold back any longer, and I'm cumming, and as I ejaculate she squats down hard on me so I'm cumming as far inside her as she can get me. And the one on my face is screaming, and she's cumming while she jerks off on my face." I found I had my zip undone, and my hand was inside my fly jerking myself as I talked. It had seemed so real. Jill was playing around inside her panties.
