Weeend of Sexual Surprises

April 6

Recap for people just joining my journal: My brother Artie invited me to visit him at college to celebrate my 18th birthday. He told me that my birthday gift would be a Weekend of Sexual Surprises-- the perfect gift for somebody as over-sexed as I am. I didn't know what to expect, but it turned out to be the best weekend of my young life. My brother knows how to make a girl happy.

The first surprise, Friday evening, was a full-fledged lesbian clit-licking that left me gasping for breath. Surprise #2 was a zip-less fuck in the dark, in the middle of the night, administered by a well-hung anonymous stranger with a hairy chest. After that, I needed some sleep. On Saturday, Surprise #3 was an afternoon tryst with a virgin freshman electrical engineer named Howard. He's no longer a virgin, and is now a much happier person.

Now I'll tell you what happened next. Surprise #4 was the best of all: Artie had arranged for me to be "the center of attention" at a bukkake Saturday evening. A bukkake! What a perverted thing to do! This was going to be great.

Artie told me that a bukkake hadn't been easy to arrange. At an engineering school, where there are so few women, the prospect of an encounter with a naked girl is something that attracts a lot of attention from the guys in the dorm. But when they find out that they're going to have to get naked and hard and jack off onto the girl while all the other guys are watching, not so many are willing. But Artie had found a half-dozen (all freshmen, of course) who were enthused, and six cocks would be a plenty big crowd. All of them had promised to go three full days without jerking off so that they'd have a big load to decorate me with. Some of them might actually have done it.

As Artie was telling me this, I was getting hornier and hornier. Actually, the afternoon encounter with Howard the ex-virgin had gotten me pretty juiced up, and it had been

hours

since my last orgasm, so it didn't take much to get me horny. There were going to be six naked cocks for me to play with and suck on!

Google had links to bukkake porno sites so we looked at those. They were filled with photos of naked 40-year-old prostitutes getting cum on their faces and pretending that it turned them on. Disgusting. No, no, no, that was all wrong. I didn't want that, I wanted something much sexier.

So Artie and I thought about it. Somehow it didn't seem right to just get naked, lie down on the floor, and have six guys walk in, take off their clothes, and start jacking off. I needed to do something to get everybody in the mood (and hard). We decided that the solution was sexy lingerie and a little bit of a show to get things started.

I hadn't known what to expect for the weekend, so I had brought a large supply of different kinds of fuck-me clothes. I decided to try on a "natural nipples" bra under a see-through gauze shirt. Have you ever seen a "natural nipples" bra? It's a lacy frilly bra, except that each cup has an opening at the front so the nipple is uncovered. Very useful when you want your nipples to stick out through your shirt, and very sexy under a see-through blouse.

I modeled this for my brother to see what he thought. He liked it very much, of course. He's easy to please. We decided that the thong bottom was better than the crotch-less panties, and added on a skimpy pair of sheer boy-shorts over it, to give me one more thing to take off. We considered a pair of sexy sandals that I had brought, but decided that bare feet would be better. I didn't want to get the sandals messy.

I had also brought a little battery-operated vibrator. It's quiet enough that I can use it at home, but it really turns me on. I thought the six boys would enjoy watching me use it.

Artie gave me a heads-up that one of the guys coming to the bukkake was somebody named Davey, who was the self-appointed president of the dorm's Virgin Club. This was a group of guys who would hang around in somebody's room late at night, complaining about their virginity and moaning that they were never going to get laid. Artie pointed out that they wouldn't actually

do

anything about the problem -- like call up a girl on a telephone or talk to one in class. They just liked to complain.

I asked Artie if all the virgins in the dorm were members of the Virgin Club. Artie laughed and said that would be impossible. That many guys wouldn't fit in a dorm room. They'd have to rent a convention center or something like that for a meeting of that many people. Answering my un-asked question, Artie said that Howard the Ex-Virgin had not been a member of the club. Howard was too polite to spend time discussing his sex life.

Artie had invited all the members of the Virgin Club to my bukkake, but only Davey was willing to come. Davey was famous around the dorm for his continual pissing and moaning about never having seen a girl naked, so Artie thought I should give him a really good show.

The Event was scheduled for this evening, so we had time for dinner, and I could get cleaned up and ready. We moved the bed to the center of the room so the guys could stand around it and we put towels on the bed to protect the sheets. I fingered myself to get some of the tension off, put on my lingerie outfit and a robe, and prepared for my big show.

Then the boys came in. There were only five, because one of the six had chickened out. Two were friendly Indian guys, a little short and a little shy, named Rohit and Srinivas. I guess there are a lot of engineering students from India. There was one Chinese guy who went by the Americanized name of Bobby, a tall American guy who was slightly stoned, and, of course, Davey, who turned out to be an unkempt guy who needed a haircut and a shave. Nobody shook my hand, thank God. Artie left us alone.

I gave everybody a big smile and asked if they were ready. Then I dropped my robe, and their jaws dropped with it. I guess the lingerie had been a good idea. I seductively ran my hands over my breasts and asked if they liked my outfit. They did. I asked one to help me take off my shirt, then modeled the bra and my nipples for a bit, and asked another to take off the boy-shorts for me. I told them that if I was undressing, they should too, and there was no hesitation. It wasn't long till a naked guy with a hard-on was taking off my bra, and another was taking off the thong and sniffing my snatch.

Then I lay down on the bed and brought out the vibrator, and started working my clit. I invited Davey over to take a good look. I opened my legs as wide as I could and used my fingers to spread the pussy lips so that he could get the best possible view. His head was right be between my legs, so I grabbed it and pushed it into my pussy and told him to take a lick. Then I moved him back away so that other guys could get the view too. I don't think I've ever seen as cock as purple and hard as Davey's was then. I thought he was going to cum right then, but somehow he held it back.

Now that I was diddling with my vibrator, the guys took the hint and started stroking their cocks, standing around the bed, aiming right at me. One of the Indian guys—I don't remember whether it was Rohit or Srinivas, had the cutest little cock, and I couldn't resist the desire to rub it and kiss it and suck on it, taking nearly the whole think into my mouth. I'm a sucker for a uncut cock (no pun intended). I guess the other Indian guy was getting a little jealous because he brought his cock over for me to suck, so I alternated between the two.

I took the opportunity to help all the guys out, pumping them and sucking them. The tall guy, appropriately named Willy, had some trouble getting hard and seemed nervous and embarrassed, looking around at the other guys and reluctant to touch himself. He might have been thinking of leaving, so I gave him special attention with some full-fledged cock-sucking. It was worth the trouble, because, once it was hard, his cock was beautiful. Nice and big, pointing up, with a sexy little bit of a curve to the right. It had a really big head and the balls were hanging low and bobbing around.

As I sucked him and played with his balls, Willy lost his embarrassment and closed his eyes, concentrating on my sucking. I kept sucking and sucking while Willy rubbed my nipples and Davey fingered my wide-open pussy. Willy was the first to cum, and I had to remember to pull my mouth away at the last minute -- the goal was to get covered with cum, not to swallow. I steered the load away from my face and it landed on my neck. I looked up at Willy and our eyes met and we smiled at each other. Willy touched the cum on my neck and rubbed it into my skin and smiled some more.

Then I started paying attention to myself. While Rohit, Srinivas, Bobby, and Davey jerked themselves, I used my vibrator on my clit. I put Rohit and Bobby on my boobs, one on each boob, and had the other two guys work on my thighs. Willy stroked my hair. It was very intense, and I closed my eyes and, in just a few moments, had a good long cum.

While I was cumming, I felt a hot load of jism land on my boobs. When I opened my eyes, I saw that it had been Bobby, who was gasping and still pumping a now-softening cock. Soon after, Srinivas and Davey came, one on my thigh and one on my stomach, and Rohit was obviously trying as hard as he could to hold back, ready to burst any moment. I was thinking that the party might be ending too soon, but the door opened and another guy came in, stripped, and joined the party. Others followed, one by one, so as each guy came, there was a replacement to take his place. It turned out that Artie was out in the hallway recruiting new volunteers (and confiscating cell phone cameras). What a wonderful brother!

I had hands all over me-- on my boobs, rubbing my thighs, between my legs. One guy was even massaging my toes. I had a cock in each hand. If I hadn't been so horny, all those hands on me would have been annoying, but the chaos was turning me on more and more. Each load of cum was warm as it landed on me and I was getting covered, literally from head to toe. I tried not to get it in my hair but didn't succeed.

It all went by really fast, but Artie later told me that it had been well over an hour. When the last guy had shot the last load and had gone away to text his buddies, Artie came in, carrying a towel and a camera. I smiled, exhausted, horny, and covered with goo. Artie took pictures to document the big event, then we started cleaning me up with the towel. We tried to count the loads of cum, but it was hard to tell where one load ended and the other started. Artie wasn't sure how many guys had been in, and we finally decided that I had been targeted with eleven loads.

Artie jokingly asked me if he should give me another load to make it an even dozen. But I told him I'd had enough. We kissed, an affectionate brother-sister kiss.

The towel didn't work very well and I was still sticky and desperately in need of a shower. I didn't want to put clothes on when I was so dirty, so, figuring "What the hell," I went to the bathroom walking naked down the hall, dripping cum onto the floor. I got a couple of double-takes from the girls and some smiles from the guys, but nobody complained, and fortunately no parents were around.

We went to the boys bathroom this time. There was another guy in there, but he didn't seem to mind a naked cum-covered girl in his bathroom. Artie and I got in the shower together and he washed me gently, letting the warm water cover me for the longest time. It took a while to get the cum out of my hair. In the shower, Artie told me that the bukkake had been the last of the surprises, and I told him what a great time I'd had and how much I loved him. We kissed.

When I was clean, we put on towels and went back to Artie's room. When the door was closed, I dropped my towel. I hugged my brother and asked him if he'd do one more thing for me. I wanted him to make love to me.

Making love is a lot different than fucking. Fucking is sweaty and horny. Normally I like to be fucked hard and fast. My favorite fucking position is doggy style, but lots of time I get on top so the guy can rub my boobs while I ride him and finger myself. But with my brother, hard and fast isn't always the goal. Usually, I want something different-- I want to make love. Making love is slow and loving and romantic and much more thoughtful. I fuck lots of boys, but my brother is the only one I make love to. When Artie lived at home and we had lots of time together, we'd sometimes fuck and sometimes make love, but since he went away to school, we don't have much opportunity together, so when we have a chance, we make love.

When Artie lived at home, sometimes we would go to a party together. I loved to watch him fuck other girls. Watching the intense expression on his face as he climaxed was almost as deep a pleasure as having an orgasm myself. We hardly ever had sex with each other at a party, but when we got home, we'd talk about what had happened and then make love before we went to sleep, wrapped around each other.

Artie and I have a special way of making love. We lie side by side, facing each other, and I wrap my legs around his thighs. We hold each other very close and take slow deep thrusts together. The advantage of a slow screw is that I can feel everything his cock is doing. I can feel how every thrust rubs my clit and the inside of my vagina. We make it last a long time. When he's ready to cum, I can feel his cock get extra hard and stiff, and when he squirts his load, I can feel his cock quivering. I never let Artie wear a condom, because I want to know that his cum is inside me and I want to feel his wetness after we're done. I always use a condom with other boys, and Artie always uses one with other girls, but we never use one together. It wouldn't be the same.

After my brother cums, we stay together, talking and kissing, until his cock gets completely soft and falls out of me. Then we shift positions and start really making out. No brother-sister stuff this time. This is deep sexual kissing. Artie kneads my nipples and fingers my pussy, or sometimes I finger my pussy myself, and together we frig me to orgasm.

This is the way we've always done it, ever since we lost our virginities together when we were very young. We did it that way even before then, before we understood that the cock was supposed to go inside the pussy, not just rub against it. We didn't know about orgasms then, but we knew what felt good together. This is the way we feel closest together, loving each other like we have our whole lives, lying on our sides facing each other with my legs wrapped around my brother's thighs.

So that's what we did Saturday evening. First we kissed gently and I held my brother's cock in my hand while he lightly touched my nipples. Then we broke the kiss and he gently licked and sucked my nipples. He moved up, to kiss my ear lobes and my neck, which I love for him to do before we make love. His cock was fully hard and covered with pre-cum and I stroked it, just a little, not wanting to get him too horny too soon. Then I faced him and wrapped my legs around him and he entered me, very slowly, while we kept kissing. We wrapped our arms around each other and began to move together, slowly and quietly, and I paid careful attention to each thrust, feeling how his cock was massaging my insides. I moved my hips a little so that his cock would rub just the right spot inside my pussy. I heard Artie's breathing get hard and heavy, and after a little while, I was also making little grunting noises with each thrust.

I had my arms around his back, at first massaging him gently, then eventually pressing harder and more urgently, digging my fingers into him. When my brother came inside me, I held him tight and caressed him and we both enjoyed each spasm of his cock. Then we held still, holding each other. When his breathing quieted and his cock fell out, I rolled over onto my back and we kissed some more. Then Artie sucked my nipple while I fingered myself, lubricated with the wetness of the cum. I took his hand and put it onto my clit, replacing my own, and my brother began to frig me in earnest, moving his fingers up and down in very small motions, just beneath the clit. He knew just how to do it, and after the events of the day, my orgasm was quick, loud, and hard. Very, very hard. It left me panting. We rested.

I told Artie how much I loved him, and I thanked him for all the wonderful things he'd done for me this day. Then we kissed (brother-and-sister this time), held each other, and went to sleep. This time, we slept all through the night and no stranger came to fuck me in the dark.

Sunday morning, we got up late, showered and got dressed, and went to the campus cafeteria. As we walked in, I could tell there was much buzz. Lots of surreptitious pointing, like "That's her!" Word gets around quick. I guess they were expecting me to be embarrassed, but I was happy and on a natural high and not the slightest bit embarrassed. Artie and I smiled and I even waved once or twice. Howard the ex-virgin was there, and I smiled at him across the room. I looked for a hairy-chested guy who might be the Stranger, but no luck.

There were a couple guys I remembered from the bukkake eating together at a table with friends. I was impressed that I recognized them even when they had their clothes on, because I hadn't been paying much attention to faces at the time. They pretended like they didn't see me, but I went over to their table and smiled and said "Good morning." They looked down at their cereal bowls. Artie and I looked at each other mischievously, and sat down at their table to join them for breakfast. We acted like nothing was out of the ordinary.

Artie and I laughed about it on our way back to the dorm. The guys' faces were priceless. One of the guys had his girlfriend at the table with him, but I didn't spill any secrets. The girlfriend gave me a dirty look anyway.

When we got back to the dorm, I told Artie that I wanted to do one more thing before I had to go back home. He had done so many things for me this weekend, and I wanted to do something for him. He knew what I meant.

We got to his room and closed the door. Immediately I wrapped my arms around him and we began deep kissing. Our clothes came off right away.

My brother and I usually don't have much private time together since he went away to school. When we do have time, we usually spend it lovemaking, like we did Saturday night. But this time, I wanted to do something for him that I hadn't done for more than a year. Something special just for him.

I hope you won't think it's bragging when I say I give a very good blowjob. The secret is in the hands. Most girls don't know how to use their hands when they give a blowjob. They just rub the shaft up and down, but that doesn't work. You have to include the head in the handwork. There's a talent in coordinating the lips and the hands to keep the head properly lubricated while the hand pumps. I'm very good at it.

Another part of the talent is to keep the guy at the brink of orgasm as long as possible. I can tell when the cock is getting ready to squirt, and I can slow down or even squeeze the cock to take it back from the edge. I can keep a guy going up and down like this as long as I want. When I decide to let him cum, the orgasm is mind-blowing.

The best way to give a blow job is for both people to be completely naked. I laid Artie down on the bed and positioned myself on top of him. My pussy was wide open in his face, where he could touch it, lick it, sniff it, or just look at it, as the mood struck him. Then I went to work. I started off with just gentle lickings and sucking until I was sure he was completely ready. Then I started working it harder, with my hands pumping up and down and my lips giving full tension against the head.