Case History 5
SUBJECT: Penny P.
AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Penny P. is a tall, attractive girl with thick, shoulder-length black hair, and a slight southern accent. When she came, to see me she was wearing a bit of make-up which made her look older than seventeen. She wore a black turtle-neck sweater and a short black skirt, too. You would have never known, by looking at her, that Penny was such an exhibitionist. However, as she spoke with me, her skirt seemed to slink up her legs and it was soon quite evident that she wore no panties.
It was soon apparent to me that she was getting excited, knowing that I was watching her, because I could see that her nipples were stiffening under her tight sweater, indicating to me that she wore no bra.
I don't know how it all started. I mean, well, first I think I used to be a voyeur. I have this theory, anyway, that people are voyeurs at heart. It might not be true, but doctor, you have to admit that a person is either a voyeur or an exhibitionist. One or the other, or sometimes both.
As I said, I started out as one and then I turned into the other, and I even think I know why it happened that way.
You see, when I was twelve, and a virgin, but still thinking about sex, I didn't have any experiences that I could relate to. I got off on looking at pictures and looking at movies. My boyfriend, who is now my husband, had these films that he would let me look at sometimes, and I would see all kinds of things.
They turned me on like crazy, and made my pussy spasm with desire.
However, those films started to bore me as soon as I learned how good getting involved in sex really is. It's much more fun to do it than watch it, but I would have never known that until I did it.
And now, I don't mind doing something in front of someone because I get off on the actual sex part of it, and I get off when I know that the person watching me is getting excited too. After all, isn't that the best part of sex, knowing that you're exciting the other person? That's what it's all about, as far as I'm concerned.
I'll never forget how I lost my virginity. It was strange.
John, my husband, and his brother Harry, had their own apartment. John is seven years older than I am, and Harry's two years older than John. When John's parents decided to move up North, he and his brother got an apartment.
John would entertain me there all the time, and sometimes, for all I knew, his brother Harry would be in the next room watching. He wasn't there that first time, however.
I had been going out with John for three months before he ever tried anything, and he said the only reason he waited so long was because he knew how young I was and wanted me to be real sure I wanted to do it.
I thought that was rather nice of him, don't you? I mean, most of the guys I went out with forced themselves of you, and you had to fight them off.
Well, on the night that it happened, John has invited me over and he had gotten me very high on pot. We were also drinking wine, and then he suggested that he show me some of the movies he had. It was the first time he had ever done that.
I thought I was going to see a musical or something. However, when he started to film there was this blond man lying on a bed. He was completely naked, and although I could only see his ass, he was thrusting it up and down. There was a pillow under his crotch, and I guess he was fucking the pillow.
He didn't do that for long, however. The door to the room opened and these two girls walked in. One had red hair and big tits. The other had brown hair and her tits weren't as big. She did have a hairier pussy, but I didn't really notice that until she took off her clothes. When she and her friend entered, they were dressed.
They looked at the man humping the pillow. He hadn't heard them come in.
Then the redhead walked over and started to pat his ass. He stopped what he was doing to the pillow and rolled over. He didn't have such a big cock, but it was thick. The girl moved her hand down and touched him, then asked him if he wanted her to go on. Well, from the goofy grin on this guy's face, you knew he was loving it.
As we watched, I noticed that John was moving his hand up and down my back. I could feel this slow tingling in my pussy.
"What do you think of it, Penny?" he asked, leaning over and licking my ear.
I was to learn, later in life, that my ear is one of the most sensitive areas I have. When a guy licks my ear I feel my whole body surge with warmth, and it's just about the best feeling in the world. I love it.
But I was still a little nervous. The movies were making me hot, all right.
But I knew what that heat could lead to, and it scared me.
I turned back and watched the film. The redhead had already stripped, and she was sucking this guy's cock. As she moved her mouth up and down his shaft, fast, she moved her hand to his balls and started to pull on them.
Meanwhile, the girl with the brown hair was stripping, and once she was naked she sat by the man's face and spread her red pussy lips.
The man moved his head as much as he could (for he didn't want to pull his cock out of the girl's mouth) and then started to lick the brown-haired girl's pussy. What the man lacked in cock length was sure made up in tongue length.
I couldn't believe what a long tongue he had, and he kept ramming it in and out of this girl's pussy.
The thought of having that done to me was making my own pussy tingle even more.
Suddenly, John placed his hand on my pussy, on top of my jeans, of course. He started to squeeze a little bit, and when I moaned, he slid his hand into my pants.
"You're nice and wet, Penny," he said to me. "I know that you must want it as much as I want it, right?"
"I don't know," I said.
At that time, I considered myself a voyeur. I mean, I didn't actually know the word then, but at the time, I was getting off more on the movie than I was on anything else. John's pussy probing fingers soon changed that, however. I could feel him sliding his fingers, first one, then a second, into my pussy. He found my clit right away and started to wiggle it back and forth.
The fact that the film was on helped me get through the first experience.
Part of me kept thinking that it was wrong, and that part of me was scared by what John was doing. Fear can really take away from sexual passion. I know that now.
However, the part of me that kept watching the film kept saying that if they could do it, I could do it. Not only that, but if they were free enough to have done all that in front of a camera, knowing that they were making a film that so many people would be seeing, then I could be free enough to do it in my boyfriend's living room.
"What would you like me to do?" John asked me.
"I'd like it if you eat my pussy, the way the man's eating hers," I said He smiled at me. I guess I thought that he would be doing me a favor by eating me. In reality, there was nothing that he would have liked to do more. John can eat my pussy for hours and not get tired, but only on an empty stomach. If he's eaten a big meal before, he's usually too full to drink me.
I lifted my ass off the couch while John slid my pants and panties down. He brushed his fingers over my thin black bush, then positioned himself between my legs. His mouth moved to my cunt and he placed his lips over my pussy lips and started to suck on my pussy. It was nothing like the blond man in the film was doing, but it was better.
I could feel my whole body bursting with pleasure. I moved my hands to his thick black hair and started to push his head closer and closer to my cunt. I think that I could have smothered him.
However, he was doing okay.
I looked back at the film. The blond man was mounting the brown-haired girl from behind, slipping his short thick cock into her cunt. Meanwhile, the redhead was now being eaten by the brown-haired girl.
There were a lot of close-ups of the man's cock sliding in and out of the girl's pussy, and I was getting so hot just watching that I remember I started to pull off my blouse off because I was sweating so much.
It was a combination of John's eating me and the film.
As the blond man started to come in the film, he pulled his cock out of the girl's pussy and shot his thick cream all over her buttocks. He was rubbing the cream in with his fingers and the girl was moaning like mad.
I started humping my ass up and down off the couch. John was sliding his tongue in and out of my cunt by that time, and I could feel my pussy spasming so hard. I knew that I was in the middle of my first really intense orgasm.
"Oh, John," I was moaning. "Shit, John. Oh, John."
But he was too busy lapping up my pussy juices. When he was finished, he looked up at me and I saw that his chin was dripping with my juices.
"How was it?" he asked.
"Change the film," I said to him, smiling.
He smiled at me. I think he understood, back then, that I was into the films a little bit more than the actual sex experience. That's what I love about John, and always will. He's the most understanding man in the world.
He got up to change the film, and I noticed that there was this huge hard-on in his pants now. It was the first time I had ever really seen John with a hard bulge. I kind of hoped at the time, that he was hard because of the pleasure he got from licking my pussy and not from watching the film. I decided that had to be it, no matter what, because while he licked my cunt, all he could see was my black pussy bush.
John changed the film, and it started. This one had two men and a woman in it. The woman was sucking one off while the other fucked her ass, at the beginning. I thought there could have been more leading up to it.
However, I didn't have time to watch it too much, for John had already slipped out of his clothes, and when he walked over to sit next to me, he was naked.
"Would you like to do what she's doing to the blond man?" he asked. The blond man was the one who was getting sucked.
I don't think he ever would have asked me to take his cock up the ass the first time. In fact, we didn't get into anything like that until four years later, after we were married and experimenting with other things.
I licked my lips. John's cock was much bigger than the one in the film. When he's hard he has about nine inches. I didn't know if I would be able to do it all.
I moved my mouth down and started to lick the tip of his cock. I tasted one drop of his come then, for it had been dripping out of his slit. He moaned when I licked him, and I noticed that there was this silky quality to his cock head.
I opened my mouth wider and started to suck him in. I was happy that he didn't try to thrust his cock, like the man in the film was doing.
Right, about that film, I made sure to look up every once in a while. The film was helping me go on, if you want the truth.
However, our scene took much longer than the film. I do-remember looking up as the blond man was getting ready to come. He pulled his cock out of the girl's mouth and she opened her mouth as he started shooting. Very little of his come landed on her tongue. Most of it landed on her nose and cheeks and chin.
John moved his hand to my pussy and started to finger me.
"Hey, Penny, I'm going to come in your mouth when I come, okay? They don't do that in the films because they want to have the come shots on screen. But I want to come in your mouth so you can really taste what it's like."
As he spoke, he started to pant. Then I felt his cock pulsating in my mouth. I hadn't taken him back in my throat at all, but when he started to pulsate, he grabbed my head and then rammed himself deep in the back of my throat.
I almost gagged, but I was saved by his first ejaculation.
The come shot right down my throat, and then he pulled back a little. I could feel the rest of his come shooting onto my tongue, and I loved the flavor of it right away. I started to suck harder, but soon, he was going limp.
"How do you like it so far?" he asked, still fingering my pussy.
"Pretty good," I said, and I looked back up at the screen.
It was completely white. The film had ended. I was really in the mood to see another one, and I was glad that John had a whole collection.
We sat through two more films, just stroking and touching each other, and smoking a little more pot. I liked the way John's cock looked and felt when it was limp, and when I told him that he started to laugh.
"I don't see why. There's nothing that you can do with a limp cock. A cock is really a cock when it's hard, and don't forget it."
I couldn't. I was seeing so many hard cocks in the films. After a while, John's cock started to grow, too. I squeezed him in my hand as he stiffened because there was this incredible strength behind the whole thing.
He started to moan as I squeezed him, and soon he was fully hard.
"All right," he said to me. "Penny, I'm going to fuck you now."
"Change the film," I told him.
He smiled at me once more and did as I said. This time, he was smart. He had three short films that he had put together on one reel, and he seemed to sense that we were going to need all that time. He put it on.
I think it was about thirty minutes of film. All I know is that we were still fucking when the film ran out, but by that time, I was lost in it.
As he started to films, he walked back to me and told me to lie on the floor. I lay on my back, and I could see the film upside-down by lifting my head. It was still a great turn-on, even upside down, so I didn't mind that.
I felt John starting to kiss my tits. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and got it all wet, so that when he moved to the next one and pulled his fingers over to the first, it was nice and wet and lubricated so that his pinching even felt good.
I could feel my pussy starting to tingle a great deal.
However, I was looking up at the screen. In the next film, there was this man with a huge cock. He had this woman tied up and he was slapping her across the face with his cock. She had her mouth open, as if she was hungry to take him down her throat. He seemed to know it, and in some ways, his cock slaps were a form of torture.
I know that I started to lick my lips, too, and I was thinking about what that cock would be like in my mouth.
I felt John started to lick his way down to my pussy. He flicked his tongue in and out of my navel a few times, then licked my pussy lips.
His tongue played with my clit a few times, and I saw the man shoving his cock into the woman's mouth. She sucked on it like crazy, and he started to come on her face a few seconds later. I couldn't believe that a man could have so much come in his cock.
It was dripping all over her face.
I started to come hard, and that was when John kissed his way back up my body. I suddenly became aware of his hard cock rubbing its way over my thigh. Then he moved it to my pussy and rubbed it over my cunt lips.
I moaned softly.
I was still a little scared, though. You see, I didn't know if I had a hymen or not, and I thought that if I did, it was going to hurt. I was always pretty active, physically, so I could have lost it.
When John rammed his way deep into my cunt, I was still concentrating on the screen. There had been a quick cut, after the man came on the woman's face. He now had her tied in a different position, and he was fucking her cunt.
She was moaning with passion, so she was obviously loving it.
I started to moan, too, partly because I wanted to imitate the woman on screen, and partly because I really felt like doing it. My pussy was feeling nice, and John's cock was feeling even better inside.
His thick cock bone was making good contact with my clit inside, and I could feel my pussy walls spasming tightly and gripping around his cock. He moaned with each spasm and I wrapped my legs around his ass.
I could feel John kissing my neck and my tits, but he didn't try to kiss me on the lips at all. I think he knew I was concentrating on the film.
The next one came on.
There was a black-haired man getting sucked off in the front seat of a car. He was rubbing his fingers over the girl's skirt. She had it pulled up in the back, and the man soon started to finger fuck her pussy from behind.
I was loving it, and my pussy was going crazy.
There were times when John started to moan so loud that I thought he was going to flood my pussy. I realized that once he came, the good feelings would most likely subside because he'd lose his hard-on.
I did want it to last as long as possible.
When the third film ended and the screen went white, I looked down at John. He was still busy pumping away. He smiled at me, then placed his lips over mine and kissed me hard. He pressed his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked on it hard.
That was when he started to come. I could feel his cock pulsating so hard in my cunt that I started to come, too.
It was then that I knew I loved sex. For the film was no longer on for me to watch and I was getting off on the pure animalistic feelings known as the sexual orgasm. I loved the way it felt that first time, just like I love the way it feels now.
John's orgasm involved many pulsating ejaculations, and he continued to thrust in and out even after he started to lose his hard-on. As he fell out of me, I just loved the feeling of his dripping sweat pouring on me.
We lay there for a long time, and then we went out to eat. We didn't talk about the experience too much because we just assumed that the other had had a great time. It wasn't until a few months later that we started talking about our sex life.
We weren't using the films all the time. Sometimes Harry needed the apartment because he was having a girl over, so John and I would have to stay out somewhere. We would then make it in John's car, but it was never as good.
Once, after a fumbling attempt to fuck in the front seat with that goddamn steering wheel always getting in the way, we started to talk.
"Maybe it's not the same without the films," I said.
"It's the car that's doing it, you have to realize. It's just not as comfortable in a car, and that's where the problem lies."
"I guess you're right," I said. "Still, those films."
"Hey, Penny, I don't want you to always have to use those films to get off. You should be able to get into sex and the feeling of it without those films. Right now they're beginning to be more of a hindrance than anything else, for if you can't get off without them, you're becoming dependent on them."
"I know," I said. "I just need more sex experiences."
"Just let yourself get into it more," John said.
And then he moved his mouth down to my pussy and started to eat me, probably better than any other time but the first. He was determined to make me come hard, and I could feel him sucking me with more power than my mother's new high-speed vacuum. I thought that I was going to die from pleasure.
I started to come three seconds after he started sucking me, and he continued to suck me for the longest time. I was so inspired by what he did that I just reached over and grabbed his hard cock. I sucked him between my lips and started to give him one of the best blow-jobs of all time.
I didn't think of the film once. Instead I just thought of his smell, his taste, and the way he was moaning. I think his moans did it to me more than anything else.
I started realizing how terrific it was to give someone pleasure.
Now I know that doesn't very well mean I'm an exhibitionist. It really only happened one time, and that was the most exciting time ever.
But while it was happening, knowing that Harry, my brother-in-law, was getting off watching me, it just seemed to make it all so much better.
Then, when Harry joined me and I sensed that John was watching, it was the biggest thrill of my life. Soon he joined, too.
Of course, when the three of us were together, it was better than when I was just working my pussy alone. But masturbating while I knew Harry was watching just served as a kind of foreplay that had me at a high before we even started.
And I know it all began that night in the car with John.
He had just told me to forget about the films, and I did. After he came in my mouth, we waited until he was hard again and then he started to fuck me. My pussy was just so tight as he worked his cock in and out.
After it was over and he had fallen on top of me, exhausted, he started to kiss me.
"I knew you could do it, baby, I just knew it," he said.
"Of course I could. Do you think my whole sex life is going to get fucked up by your porn movies? Well, it isn't."
And it still never has. Of course, the movies still come in handy. I mean, if John hadn't been so secretive about the latest movie he bought, and had I not been so curious that I had to see it when he went to work, Harry never would have caught me masturbating. But that's another story, and a good one.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Penny came to see me, she was wearing a see-through blouse. Of course, she had a coat on, but when she took it off, it was almost as if she was wearing nothing. I had to admire her fine, firm breasts, and her thick brown nipples.
I could tell that it thrilled her to hear such compliments, a sign of a true exhibitionist. When she lay down on the couch, I could see that she had decided not to wear panties again, either.
I was very aroused by Penny's appearance, but the call of my professional duty counts above everything else, and I urged her to continue her story, hoping that my sexual urge would subside at the same time.
It happened about two months ago, or three. I don't remember.
There were a lot of changes in the apartment after John and I got married. First, we thought it would be a little strange if Harry, John's cute older brother, still lived with us, and Harry agreed. After all, we were newlyweds and we deserved a place of our own. It was just about that time that Harry got a promotion, too.
He was going to be travelling a great deal, and since he was unmarried and had no ties, it all worked out perfectly.
John and I said that Harry could just keep his things in his room, and when he was in town, which would be about one week a month, he could stay at the apartment. It seemed to be only fair, since there was no sense in Harry then getting his own place since he wouldn't be staying there too often.
Well, one morning, over breakfast, John started talking to Harry. I was in the kitchen, and they probably thought I couldn't hear them.
"I have got the best loop ever," John said to his brother. "It's the hottest one that I've ever seen."
"Terrific," Harry said. "Thanks for telling me this morning. Now you've gotten me all aroused. Why don't you show it?"
"The idea was to get you aroused. Bring some girl home tonight and the four of us can sit and watch it. It will give you something to look forward to."
"Okay," he said, smiling. "Shit, if only I had a girl like Penny. She's smart, young, and looks quite hot."
John smiled at his brother. I had always thought that Harry had the hots for me, but I never would have done anything with him behind John's back.
Well, that's not quite true. Once I was aroused by that film, the thought of Harry watching me, I was more than willing to take him.
I'll get to that, however.
When I walked back into the dining room, they changed the conversation. I could tell from the way they were looking at each other that something was going on. I kind of laughed to myself because they thought I had no idea of what they were talking about.
I was already planning my own fun, though.
You see, I was still a voyeur, too. The films made me hot. If John had what he thought was the hottest film of all, then I wanted to see it.
The two of them got ready for work, and after they left the house, I didn't even bother doing the dishes. I ran to our bedroom and pulled the screen down (since we got married, we moved it to the bedroom) then set up the projector.
All I had to do was find the film. John kept all the films in one place, and as I looked through them, they were all familiar.
I wondered where the new one was, then figured he probably hid it where he hid everything else he never wanted me to find. In the bottom drawer, under all his clothes.
I rummaged through, and sure enough, there was the film.
When I set it up, I turned off the lights. Then I decided to put on some nice music. I put on our headphones and then flicked the film on.
I didn't think that it was the hottest film, but it did something to me. I preferred films with cocks, and this one just had a young girl in it. She was fully dressed, and as she started to undress, I got hot.
I was just so mesmerized by the film, that I started doing what the girl on the film was doing. She unbuttoned her blouse, and I did the same. She unclasped her bra and I did the same thing, too.
As she started to play with her nipples, I began to play with mine. I could feel them pulsating with life, and the more I pinched them, the more pleasure I felt.
Now most people think that you can't hear anything when you have headphones on, but that's a lot of bullshit. I have a terrific ear. Besides, Harry accidently bumped his knee against our bedroom door, and that's when I first noticed him.
I learned later on that he had forgotten his briefcase, or so he claimed. I still think that the whole thing was a set-up.
Still, I didn't look at Harry for too long because I didn't want him to know that I could see him. I did see him pull his cock out of his pants and start to jerk himself off. He had a nice, thick cock. I made sure to glance over every so often.
The girl in the film pulled her panties off, and I did the same. I could tell from the look on my brother-in-law's face that it was taking all his conscious effort to hold back and keep from coming.
I could also see that he was licking his lips.
When the girl in the film reached over and started to play with a dildo, I opened my drawer and pulled out my own dildo. She spread her lips and began to run the vibrating phallus over her clit, and I did the same.
I could see Harry's face getting all red and huffy. Shit, that was the best thing. He was getting off on me, obviously, because he couldn't see the screen at all from where he was standing. I was getting off on him getting off on me.
The voyeur, doctor, had turned into a complete exhibitionist.
I started to work the dildo in and out of my pussy even faster, and then I saw Harry cup his hand in front of his cock. I knew that he was coming from the way he looked and the way he was breathing so heavily. He was shooting his come into his hand so that he wouldn't get the carpet all dirty.
I thought it was terrific. However, as he came, he really lost control and when he leaned against the door, it opened all the way.
Harry fell into the room, and I pulled the headphones off.
There was a brief moment of tension between the two of us. I don't think that either one of us knew what to make of this whole scene.
However, I knew what to make of his cock. I could see that it was semi-hard now after his orgasm, and there was a drop of come leaking from the tip. I walked right up to him and fell to my knees. He held his palm up.
First, I licked the come from the palm of his hand, then I sucked his cock between my lips and started to suck him completely dry.
As I did, I thought I heard the front door open.
After it was all over, and John joined us, he told me that he had left some important papers home. Harry's briefcase I could understand, for I did see it in the living room before I went to the bedroom to watch the film. But I have a feeling that John knew something like this would happen and that's why he came back.
I was lost in the musky aroma of Harry's sexuality, working my head up and down to try and get his cock stiff again. That was why I paid very little attention to the door. It didn't matter if my husband was watching.
And I knew that he was. I could see a shadow near the door, and he was standing in the hall a few feet back, peeking in.
Meanwhile, Harry's cock stiffened quite fast. I guess it was because I was completely naked and he was getting off on stroking my flesh. As I started to suck him hard, he pulled my pussy over his face and began to lick me.
I was coming in a second, from a number of things.
The dildo that I had been using had a lot to do with it, but I knew the main reason. I had gotten hot masturbating and knowing that Harry was getting off on it, and now I was getting even hotter sucking his cock while I knew my husband was watching.
I had no reason to fear anything, for John has always been an understanding man. Besides, if he had wanted me to stop, he would have barged his way into the bedroom.
Anyway, at one point, I looked up and I saw what he was doing, just by the shadow that I could see across the carpet in the hall.
John was playing with himself, and soon I could tell that he had taken his hard cock out of his pants and he was jerking it.
I told Harry that I wanted him to fuck me, after a few more minutes of pussy eating. I had this tremendous desire to suck him to an orgasm, but since he had just come a few minutes before, watching me play my exhibitionist game, I didn't want to chance bringing him off again and then having him get too tired for another erection.
Harry told me to lie on my back and then I felt him rubbing his hard cock against my pussy lips. As he started to thrust his way in, I let out a long, loud moan. I could feel my pussy spasming around his cock, hard, and he grunted as he thrust his way in and out. I kept looking at the shadow in the hall.
Eventually, I saw the shadow approaching.
When John walked into the room, he was anything but mad. He had this huge grin on his face and the thickest bulging hard-on I'd ever seen him have. That was how much this whole thing excited him.
That has to be the secret behind what makes someone an exhibitionist, doctor, for when I saw how excited he was, I started to come harder. Just knowing that what I was doing brought him sexual pleasure only served to heighten my own.
Harry looked up for a minute, and he could have possibly gotten scared seeing his brother there. After all, he hadn't gotten full approval to fuck his brother's wife.
The exhibition scene had turned everyone on so much, though, that when John smiled at Harry, Harry smiled back.
"Keep pumping her, brother," John said. "Pump her hard because this bitch is a fiery one, and that's just the way she likes it."
John sunk to his knees right by my head, and I could tell from the fierce pulsating of his cock that he was going to come any minute.
I moved my hand to his swinging balls and cupped them. He pointed his cock head at my open lips and then started to shoot his come into my mouth. I loved it. It was like drinking nectar from the fountain of youth, or something like that. All I know is that his come never tasted better than it did that time.
He was grunting and groaning as he came, and when he had finished I sucked his cock between my lips and tried to get him hard again.
Then I felt Harry's cock starting to pulsate in my pussy. He was soon shooting his come deep inside of me.
My whole body was dripping with sweat as I came out of the orgasm, but my passions were still at an incredible high.
As Harry rolled off me, I moved my hand to his cock and started to pull on it.
Then my husband began to strip, and soon the three of us were naked.
And now, I'll tell you what really assured me of the fact that I love to fuck while someone watches me. You see, I didn't want to keep taking them both on at the same time. They didn't want that either.
As it worked out, John got hard faster than Harry, so he started to fuck me. I watched Harry lean against our dresser and pull on his cock until he was fully hard again. He was really getting off watching us.
He waited until John finished fucking me, and when John came and pulled out, limp cock and all, Harry was there to take his place. Then I just watched my husband watching us, and he was even more excited than his brother had been.
They alternated a few times, and three hours later, we were all exhausted. Both of them called in sick to work that day, and we spent the rest of the day in bed.
I did all kinds of things to turn them on, turning myself on at the same time. At one point, I masturbated for both of them because neither one had ever seen a girl just sit and masturbate, except on a film.
They were only inches away from me when I did it, and naked as I was. I could feel their body heat making me hotter, because they were really getting turned on. In no time at all, I had two hard cocks to satisfy me once more.
However, I'm beginning to think that I'm a nymphomaniac now, because when I pull one of my exhibitionist numbers, I just can't seem to get enough sex.