Dean got his hand up there and wasn’t the least surprised to find a hard cock in Lisa’s panties. He leaned over more, kissed me lightly and suggested we went in the back of the van as he rubbed my stiff prick through the satin. Pink satin, if you must know, which I thought was what all sluts wore. He even called me Fifi and I didn’t correct him.
It would be nice to say he was impressed with my tits but he seemed disappointed they weren’t real. Or perhaps he thought they should be less hard to the touch when he ran his free hand over them. But he hadn’t let go of my cock since he first touched it with his other hand and I felt dizzy with excitement. The back of the van, he reminded me, and nodded towards it and the pile of old sheets and the flattened cardboard cases littering the inside of it.
I had told Lisa I was going to clean the van out sometime but hadn’t got round to it, and now Dean and I were making use of my laziness. We climbed in and soon got down to what hookers do best. I was kissing Dean like I had just discovered what sex was and his hands were on me and inside my pink satin panties and grasping around my cock. He guided my head down to his own stiff prick and, while it is an awful long time since I did that as a kid in my experimental stage of development, I sucked as well as I could, running my tongue round the head of his dick like I loved it all.
Dean lifted me off it before he shot his load, which I was sorry about, and rolled me onto my front, and I didn’t resist, even though I knew what was coming. Yeah, that’s right. He was coming. I was on all fours with skirt up and pants down and he wiped some spit in my crack as ready lubrication and then proceeded to fuck me. Not hard, but as if he cared. Long and slow and gentle and, yes, it hurt me but I didn’t care. I was being treated like a lady of sorts. A tart maybe, but a tart who deserved care; and I confess I came as he teased me with a reach around.
The man filled me and we collapsed in each other’s arms. We lay on the tangle of old sheets for ages and listened to the rain drumming on the van roof. Oh, we kissed and did it again after we were both ready. God, was I ready for it too. My make-up was messed up, my wig had slipped and I had lost my beret, but I didn’t care. Dean was fantastic and we even managed a third time, even though I was exhausted. Thankfully, he had more stamina than me.
It turned out Dean had petrol in his car and eventually I made my way home to explain to a by now frantic Lisa how I’d broken down in Preston in the rain and how a knight of the road had helped me fix things, though I left a lot of the detail out.
You’ll want to know if I still see Dean and whether Fifi still dresses as a French whore, right? All I will say is, if you’re not careful, you get through a lot of stockings; and I am told silicone pouches feel so much better than foam rubber in bra cups. I can even speak a few words of French now, which I find adds that little extra frisson of excitement.
Group Lessons
Brianna, Chicago
When my gym was experiencing financial troubles, they hit on a smart way to make money – nude yoga classes. Nude yoga was getting very trendy in fitness circles, and the gym manager knew the classes would be a big draw if they were coed. So, to make sure the classes were popular, he asked me – along with some of the female gym members – to attend.
He blushed when he asked me. “Brianna, I know you take at least one or two yoga classes a week,” the manager, Colin, said to me. “I realize you’re busy with college but if you, uh, are comfortable in that kind of environment.” His voice faded with embarrassment.
“I’m very comfortable with my body,” I told him, flattered he’d asked me. “And I don’t have a problem taking a nude yoga class, even a coed one.”
“Great.” He still looked awkward. I suspected he was thinking about how I looked naked right then, which made me enjoy his embarrassment. Maybe he would stop in at one of the classes and see for himself. “Your monthly membership will be free, of course.”
“Thanks. Who knows, it could be fun.” I gave him a mischievous smile and I swear he actually blushed.
The truth was that I would never have been able to be nude in public when I originally moved to Chicago. But I had begun taking yoga classes to make friends when I moved here and now my diligent yoga practice had helped me reach a new sensual awareness of my body. Along with my enhanced flexibility, I had really come to appreciate the sexual power of being a woman. As a petite brunette, I was used to guys telling me I was cute, but yoga taught me to love my body, from my bouncy, C-cup breasts to my narrow waist and firm, heart-shaped ass. Lately I’d been discovering a new exhibitionist side of myself, though I wasn’t sure how to explore it. People who think yoga is just a lofty spiritual discipline couldn’t be more wrong – for me, it opened up my erotic potential, as I was shortly to find out.
My first nude yoga class was a nerve-wracking experience. When I played with my pussy at home, I often fantasized about being stripped naked by a group of men. But now that I was nude in a coed group setting, my stomach was in a knot. My cheeks burned as I walked naked across the room and selected a mat. I had to bend over to retrieve it, thereby flashing my pussy at the entire room. A flame of excitement danced up in me and I found a spot where I could show off for most of the men.
That first class quickly exposed all of our bodies to each other. As the instructor took us through the different asanas, or positions, we spread our legs, arched our backs, bent over and rolled onto our stomachs. The guys were staring with unabashed interest at all of the naked women on display and plenty of their cocks were stiff. When I got home that night, I reached for my vibrator and fantasized about all the naughty things I wanted to do with those guys in class.
At the following classes, I put my long dark hair in a ponytail to better show off my breasts. My boobs were medium-sized rather than huge, but they were firm and round with pink long nipples and I loved the way they bounced as I walked across the room. The guys couldn’t take their eyes from them! But my favorite part of class was doing the asanas that required spreading my legs and showing off my smoothly waxed pussy. In fact, class got me so hot and aching that I could scarcely wait to play with myself afterward. I loved to fantasize about having one guy lick my clit while another rubbed his cock all over my body – and sometimes I pretended that a group of them were taking me into the locker room shower and taking turns with me.
We “regulars” at nude yoga got to know each other pretty well and soon I had a crush on some of the guys there. Which was why I went to class one winter night when I probably should have stayed home. The snow was coming down steadily, and I didn’t want to risk getting caught in a Chicago blizzard. But I looked forward to class so much that I went off anyhow.
The gym parking lot was already snowy and almost deserted. The manager Colin was waiting for me inside. “Hardly anyone is here tonight,” he told me. “The instructor for your class called in and I think I’m going to cancel it.”
“Colin, you can’t cancel after I drove in for this! Let me teach class tonight. You know I can do it.”
He relented. “Make it a short class, Brianna,” he said finally. “I’ll keep an eye on the snow and shut down early if I have to.”
Only three students were present. Three men, specifically, and all of them attractive. The youngest one, Robby, was in his early twenties like me with a cock that stayed rock-hard all through class. I was pretty sure he was only there to ogle the naked women, but no one seemed to mind. The oldest man, Burke, was an experienced yoga student in his late thirties and handsome with thick dark hair and a muscular, solid body. The third guy, Logan, was about twenty-eight or so, and had a reputation around the gym as a player. He was really cute with wavy blond hair and a devilish smile.
I, of course, was the only woman. And, as tonight’s instructor, their eyes would be on me.
Their eyes lit up as I stood before them, nipples erect, and told them I would be teaching the class. “The snow is getting pretty bad, as you know,” I said, “and Colin might come in here any moment and tell us to clear out. So let’s
get started.”
A special erotic charge traveled through my body that night as I led the class. My every movement seemed to draw attention to a specific part of my body, their eyes never leaving my skin. As I spread my legs wide before them, all three had an expression of pure animal lust on their faces. They obviously wanted to fuck me and my pussy was throbbing with the desire to take them all on.
Then Colin walked into the room. “Sorry, guys,” he began. He got a look at me and turned red. Colin had never seen me naked before and I kept my legs open for him with a smile. He stumbled over his words. “I, uh, it’s really getting bad out there. I’ve already sent everyone else home. You’ll have to pack it up.”
“It’s not good to end a yoga session prematurely, Colin. Now I have all this energy that isn’t grounded.” I didn’t say that I was talking about sexual energy. My nipples felt stiffer and longer than they’d ever been.
“I can give you a massage,” Logan quickly volunteered.
“We really don’t have time for that,” Colin said. His eyes were still glued to my pussy, though, and I had a feeling he wouldn’t be hard to convince. “You have half an hour and then the gym is closed. Everyone else is already gone.” He quickly walked out, but not before I saw his erection swelling in his pants.
I turned back to my three men. “Maybe all of you can massage me at the same time,” I suggested innocently. “It’ll go faster that way.”
Robby, the youngest, almost choked. Burke got a naughty smile and Logan grabbed my hand. “Then I suggest we take this to the showers,” he said.
I was almost dizzy with excitement as they led me into the men’s locker room. My naughtiest fantasy was coming true and I could scarcely believe it. But could I really take on three men? I’d never had group sex before, but I was definitely up for the challenge!
The women’s locker room had private shower stalls, so I was surprised to see the men’s locker room had a blue-tiled open shower with three spigots on each side. Logan backed me against the tiles and kissed me, his lips unexpectedly gentle. “Ready for that shower?”
I released my long dark hair from its ponytail, letting it sweep down my back, and nodded. He smiled and fondled my breasts, his fingers as skilled as his kiss. A soft throb of desire began to grow in my pussy.
Though our yoga class had been brief, we were all damp and flushed with exertion. Burke turned on three of the showers to a medium temperature, and I gratefully stood under a warm stream of water, letting it course sensually down my nipples and stomach. Robby’s eyes were locked on my breasts with undisguised yearning, his cock so swollen I suspected he would be the first to come. I found his excitement flattering and put his hands on my tits. “Is this what you want?” I asked him.
He nodded wordlessly, his cheeks going red. I reached down and stroked his hard shaft, making him groan. “I want you to rub your cock all over my body,” I told him. “Can you do that for me?”
“I – I’ll do anything you want,” he stuttered.
Burke pulled me back against his chest. His muscular body felt both safe and erotic as I melted into his warm skin. I’d always been attracted to older men, though I’d never dated one; it looked like I was going to live out multiple fantasies tonight. I tilted my head back and looked into Burke’s eyes and he responded by caressing my ass.
Robby was massaging my boobs with wide eyes. The tip of his penis was gleaming with pre-cum and I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. I rubbed his swollen crown against my pussy. “I believe you promised me something,” I reminded him.
We sank down to the shower floor as the steam rose up past the blue tiles. All of us were wet now and all three men were touching me, Burke massaging my ass, Logan playing with my pussy and Robby stroking his cock all over my body. I lay back against Burke as Robby excitedly thrust his erection between my tits and squeezed them around his shaft like pillows. The sight of a stiff cock between my breasts has always turned me on, and tonight was no exception. Tingling lust pulsed inside me as he began to thrust in and out of my cleavage. My light pink nipples were hard and aching to be sucked.
“You have the most beautiful tits,” Robby gasped. “I can’t hold back much longer.”
No doubt. I pulled him forward and locked my eyes with his, opening my lips in an oral invitation. Robby eagerly pushed his penis into my mouth until I had swallowed all of his shaft, his pre-cum salty on my tongue.
As I began to lick and suck him with gusto, down below Logan spread my knees wide open. A moment later, I felt his wavy hair against my legs and then his mouth on my pussy, his tongue dancing skillfully over my clit. I moaned, my lips vibrating around Robby’s dick. I had never felt so aroused in my life, being shared among three men. Logan’s talented tongue was turning my pussy into a hot whirlpool, my desire electric as he licked me. Robby was grunting excitedly as he pumped into my mouth; I turned my mouth into a tight, hot tunnel of wetness and sucked him steadily. He gave a raw, broken cry and his salty cum flooded my tongue a moment later.
I swallowed all of it with a smile of pride, then let myself sink into the delicious sensations rolling through my body. I wasn’t far away from coming myself; as Burke gently pulled on my nipples, twisting them between his thumbs and forefingers, Logan’s fingers worked deep into my pussy, pressing my most sensitive areas in the same rhythm as his tongue working my clit. I arched my back, pushing my folds shamelessly into his face as red-hot lust rolled through me like thunder. He sucked my swollen clit and my orgasm broke through me in a storm of hot wet throbs.
I writhed on the shower floor like a cat in heat, ecstasy throbbing through me in waves. “That was incredible,” I told him.
Logan sat back on his heels with a victorious grin, his flushed cock pointing straight up. “Now what?”
I got on all fours. My orgasm had felt amazing, but my body was still consumed with desire. “Now we really get started,” I told them. “I need a hard cock inside me – all of your hard cocks.”
Burke did the honors first, taking hold of my hips and positioning his erect crown against my still-tingling slit. Though I was creamy and open from coming just moments earlier, he pushed in slowly, letting my pussy walls relax and stretch to accommodate his considerable girth. His dick felt like heaven sliding into my most sensitive depths and a small wet gush escaped me.
“Oh,” he groaned. “You’re so tight.”
I pushed my hips back at him, seeking even more of his penis. When he had worked all of his cock into my tight pussy, we began to thrust in a steady rhythm, his athletic hips driving into me over and over.
I didn’t want to ignore the other guys, of course, I looked at Logan. Immediately he knelt in front of me and cupped my dangling tits with a crooked smile. His beautiful long cock was stiff and just inches from my mouth and I knew exactly what he had in mind. As I opened my mouth, Logan pushed his swollen crown between my lips.
I licked a pearl of pre-cum off his cock before suctioning him deep into my mouth. He had a thicker cock than Robby, and his pre-cum tasted sweeter, too. But I had a hard time giving Logan my very best blowjob because Burke was lightly spanking my bottom as he rode me, my breasts jiggling in Logan’s palms. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this turned on. Burke was fucking me hard and fast, his muscular body rocking me forward so that Logan’s cock was pushed deeper into my mouth. With every thrust, electric fire spread through more of my body, igniting my nipples and clit.
“Fuck me harder,” I moaned helplessly, letting Logan’s cock drop from my mouth. “Please – fuck me like the little slut I am.”
Logan gripped my hair and drove his cock back into my mouth, fucking my face with primal abandon. He held my head fast as he drove his shaft in and out of my lips, timing his thrusts in tandem with Burke’s. The feeling of being taken so roughly and primitively by two men was the ultimate turn-on and all three of us came at the same time with a collective howl, Logan’s warm cum washing into my mouth as my pussy squeezed tight around Burk
e’s ejaculating cock.
I rolled onto the floor, letting the water cool my burning body. Every inch of my skin was tingling. Then I realized the men had gone still. I looked up to see Colin, the gym manager, standing in the locker room.
“I came to ask what the hell is taking so long,” he said. “Now I see.”
His tone was severe, but I couldn’t miss the giant bulge in his pants. I crawled across the shower floor and undid his pants, liberating his cock.
“Brianna!” Colin gasped. “You can’t. I’m the manager – I could be fired.”
I laughed. “No one here is going to tell.” I ran my tongue over the slit in the head of his cock, then leaned back and spread my legs in an obvious invitation.
With a long groan, Colin threw off his pants and T-shirt and dove into the shower on top of me. I’d been attracted to him since I had joined the gym, and feeling his long cock plunge into my pussy was a dream come true. From the savage way he rode me, grunting and pounding as if fucking his way through a race, I could tell he’d fantasized about me too. I wrapped my legs around his back and played with my nipples as he gave me the fucking of my dreams, driving into me so fiercely that he pushed my body across the wet shower floor. I couldn’t help noticing that Burke, Robby and Logan were all hard again and rubbing their dicks as they watched us, which turned me on even more.
I was out of my mind with desire now, moaning and caressing my nipples and spreading my legs for anyone who wanted to fuck me. Robby was the first to accept my offer, climbing on top of me and pushing his long penis inside my tingling slit. I arched my back, enjoying every inch of his cock as he pumped away with rapid excitement. It seemed just moments before he came and slid off me with a long sigh.
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