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I tried to act mad at the girls even though it all happened so fast I wasn’t sure who was responsible for what had taken place. I also knew that somehow J had condoned the entire incident. After another beer and passing around a joint or two, things had calmed down. The girls were still teasing me as the guys all complemented my nice skin colored blouse and dance moves. Everyone was interested in seeing if I would agree to dance topless again. Even though I worked with them all and would see them again soon, there were only five or six guys and the three other girls. And, they had already seen me topless. As us girls continued to dance, the guys would cut in. J would again nod at my boobs from time to time until I said what the hell and removed my top for the rest of the night. He would still nod occasionally as my nipples would change. As I became more relaxed, so did my breasts, my areolas enlarged and even became puffy again. The less that was said, the more comfortable I became in the hot apartment and tried to get the other girls to join in. One of them finally joined me, but the other refused. The guys had pulled a coffee table out of one of the bedrooms where it had been stored and us girls would take turns being a foot taller (go-go girl style). Then came the big push. During a break, the talk turned to what it would take to get me out of my jeans. J knew that I usually wore cotton bikini briefs and insisted that anyone who had ever been to the beach had seen as much. Of course the guys all liked the idea. And the girls, they were worse than the girls in the locker room after gym. Everyone wanted to see some “stuff”. Lynn had even agreed that she might join me after a song or two if all went well. After some coaxing, I agreed to lose the jeans for another dance with AS.. So as I stepped away from the kitchen table with my hand in his, I left everything I had worn other than my briefs draped over the back of the chair. Nate had reminded the folks that the home much smoother things had gone without all the noise and suggested they not make a big deal out of the dance. I don’t remember the song, but do remember AS. He was a little more hands on and even helped me up on the table when it was my turn again. Lynn never joined me, but the air conditioner had also been unable to keep up with all the people being in the apartment and after getting used to wearing very little, I was probably the most comfortable one in the room. I had gotten used to the warm room and the freedom to wear as little as I needed to be comfortable. There were still more guys in the living room and less in the kitchen unless we were taking a dance break. Then there were more guys in the kitchen. But, J and the others were right. I felt at ease in the briefs even though it was quite arousing when I stopped to think about it. The next few dances were either with the girls (on the table rotation again) or with a couple of the bus boys. The boys seemed very content dancing with the occasional bump and grind. With that, AS returned from the kitchen and helped me onto the table so I could dance for him. He rested his hands on my hips as I swayed to the music. As he ran his fingers under the elastic band in my briefs, he gave me a look of wanting more. I looked toward the kitchen where J stood leaning against the wall. He just smiled and nodded. As I looked down at AS, I did the same. It was an embarrassed smile, but I smiled and nodded. One quick move by him and I was stepping out of my panties. I could hardly stand from the excitement as he steadied me. I could feel the excitement leaking out of my p**sy and running down my thigh. I tried my best to stop it. AS smiled. I have always had trouble controlling my bladder when aroused and I was aroused. AS picked up my briefs and dried my leg as I danced for him. As soon as the song was over I ran to the restroom. He came in to check on me. I don’t know if he cared whether or not I was ok or if he was looking concerned in hopes of a follow up dance. I was now self-conscious and very self-aware. I had just danced nude in front of my fellow co-workers with the approval of my boyfriend. I had experienced an obvious orgasm in a room full of people without even touching myself or being touched. I shuddered again as I stepped from the restroom as everyone stared. I told J that I needed my clothes and we needed to leave. We did stop by the river on the way home. We did have crazy sex. I had wild sex with AS in my mind as I used J’s body. He took me home happy.
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A steakhouse had opened on an end of town about five miles from home and they were always looking for help. I dressed for success and got a job as a hostess. My evenings and some weekends consisted of dressing in conservative black pants or skirt and a white blouse, welcoming the diners as they arrived, taking them to their tables and working the cash register as they left. There were no tips for the hostess, but I was paid well enough that within a month, I was able finance a used car. FREEDOM! Since it was the 70s in the south, I was one of the few white employees. The restaurant manager, kitchen manager, and a couple of the waitresses, a total of 5 or 6 out of the 20 or more on each shift. The cooks, busboys, miscellaneous servers, dishwashers and custodians were all black. And contrary to popular culture at the time, we worked as a team. The only ones who were shown any favoritism were the hardest workers. We got the choice of the best shifts and could get time off for school functions and the like. One of the older workers had been there long enough to manage to rent an apartment with a couple of friends. It seemed that most Friday and Saturday nights after closing there was always a get together of some sort at Nate’s. J and I were always getting invited, but I only mentioned it when I knew he had plans it would be difficult to get out of. Finally, on a night I knew we were going to his Grandmother’s, he said that he had seen her recently and he would call from my house as I was changing to say that we couldn’t make it. I reminded him that we would probably be the only white people there and likely the only couple. It didn’t matter. He knew a couple of the guys from picking me up and had even scored a bag or two from Nate when his usual connection was dry. I could hear him on the phone with his family as I found my bellbottom jeans and his favorite halter top. The top was a pale blue, tight fitting top made of a very light fabric. Maybe we would just go down to the river and f**k after he saw me. Well, that wasn’t gonna happen just yet. We headed to Nate’s as I reminded J of the likely makeup of attendees. He’s the sort of guy who has never really met a stranger and saw no problem. I was right. I don’t think there is anything we could have done to surprise the folks I worked with more than walking through the front door. It wasn’t a large crowd and I introduced Jimmy to the few people that he didn’t already know. There was almost no furniture in the apartment. Maybe the living room had been cleared for dancing. There were a few chairs and a stereo playing Motown songs. The kitchen table seemed to be where the alcohol and pot were along with a few more chairs. About that time AS walked in. AS was beautiful. He was one of the best cooks, was always friendly and light completed with piercing blue eyes. The guys on the softball team teased that he has just enough white in him to screw up his natural athletic ability. Did I say he was beautiful? He could have been on the cover of GQ anytime he wanted. As the music played, the three servers who had showed up began to dance. They came into the kitchen to get me and jimmy said to go. Us four girls were having fun. Twerking wasn’t a thing back then. We called it grinding. We bumped butts, rubbed hips and slid up and down each other. Occasionally one of the guys (or two) would join in. But, mostly it was just us. We tended to take a break during slow songs for another beer or a joint. During one of those breaks, J nodded at my breasts. I looked down to see the shape of my nipples were clearly visible. That was one of the things I liked most about that top. But, usually the two of us were at a bar, concert, movie or a friend’s house and it really didn’t matter. I guess since Nate was a friend, we were good. But, this was different since usually we played cards or a board game and there was no spectacle like dancing. J wasn’t much of a dancer anyway. The apartment had heated up with all the people, so I didn’t have any pokies going on. But all the dancing had left my nipples puffy and easy to see. He said that I might want to consider just removing the halter top to cool the twins down a little and have a good time. He was sure the guys wanted to see them. It wasn’t that I hadn’t done that before, or that I was a prude. And, J didn’t have a jealous bone in his body. His standard answer was, “Be sure and rinse that out before you bring it home to me,” assuming the rest of my friends had the same benefits he did. That wasn’t always the case though. Sometime yes and sometimes no. He and the girls began to tease me. Nothing would have pleased them more that to embarrass the “proper”, white hostess. The girls continued to pick at me while we took a break. They laughed as they went back into the living room only to return and get me between songs. Midway through the second song, there was a tug on the back of my neck and a pull at my waist…..and off came to top. As I put my hands over my A cup boobies, Lynn ran to the door and tossed my top onto the steps out front. They got their wish, but my hands weren’t moving. Until…… AS came over to dance. We finished the song. He asked if I would like him to go retrieve my top and I said of course. All he wanted was one more dance with my hands moved. Three minutes and it would all be over. That was the longest three minutes of my life. It wasn’t any cooler in the apartment than before. But, me nipples were so hard that they hurt. There were no areolas, only flesh colored boobs and rock hard nipples. And all eyes were on the two of us. The other girls laughed as they bumped me to get a giggle and AS had his hands on my waist for the occasional spin or to pull me in close. I must give him credit, he was a man of his word. As I stood there with a hand bra, he brought my top back. He reached around my back with the bottom before tying the straps behind my neck. I was clothed again.
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WHAT I SENT MY SISSY HUSBAND, WHAT YOU WROTE:
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While we were talking one night, J reminded me how much I used to enjoy showing off and how no one had ever complained (at least not to my face, or naked body). I have no idea what they said later. We talked about a night we were coming home from his brother’s house after drinking and smoking. If we were hungry, we’d take the highway and stop at a breakfast house to get something to eat. If we were horny, we’d drive along the Cahaba River and look for a place to pull off the road. One night after stopping near the river before heading to mom and dad’s, we ended up stopping for two hitchhikers. It was closing in on midnight and J was driving my VW beetle with the sunroof open. I was setting beside him wearing nothing as we pulled back onto the road. After I had undressed, he had thrown my clothes into the back seat. We passed a car on the side of the road and about a quarter of a mile later came upon a couple walking along the shoulder. I panicked as he pulled over when I realized it was a couple from high school. He just stopped and said to let them in. I had to get out and slide the seat forward for them to get into the back and they both laughed. Smoking pot made everything funny. They never offered to hand my clothes to me, but rather told J where they needed to go and off we went. We took EF home first and then CT. When we got to E’s house, I got out and let them out so CT could walk her to the door. CT said he’d be right back. I reached into the floor of the back seat, but J refused to let me get dressed. I really didn’t put up a fight. I was soaking wet and about to open the car door naked for the 3rd time for a guy I would be sitting in Algebra with Monday morning. The whole school would know about this. And like that wasn’t enough, J wanted me to spread for CT when he got back to the car. As I watched the two of them laugh and make out at her door, J reached down and pulled my left leg across the console to his side of the car. He told me he wanted CT to get a good look at who I was. He wanted my legs and pussy spread when CT returned. He had me stretch my lips as he put his fingers inside me and opened my hole and said that was how he wanted to show me off. As he fingered me, he said I want CT to see some of that pink inside meat not just a lip pulled back. He had me position my foot near the door so I could swing my free leg out of the car and my foot onto the ground. Like that wasn’t enough, he was pretty sure my hand might be blocking the view. So, I was told to scoot forward in the seat and reach from behind, place two fingers in my hole and open it as wide as I could while parting my lips with the other. Once I was in place, he began to finger me to be certain I was ready and wet. When CT returned from walking E to the door, I made him open the car door himself. There I was, bucket seat laid back, legs spread, pussy spread, lips pulled open and hole exposed. I’m not sure what he was able to see when the dome light came on inside the car and I never asked. I thought the Uncle Eddie orgasm was intense. It was, but this was better and CT could tell that I was enjoying it. When that stream left my body, I jerked and whimpered as he stared and smiled. J kept his hand on my left thigh so I couldn’t close my legs or my pussy. As I continued to orgasm, CT didn’t know what to do. He had reached in to help me out and I hadn’t moved. At that moment, I couldn’t have been happier their car had broken down. Then J told me to pull my leg inside the door, put my foot against the inside of the car about window high and lean back. I could feel the cool night air on my puckered little butt. I wanted J to tell me to spread it too. Instead he told me to peel back my hood so CT would see my clit. Ok, so now it’s my clit, insides and butt and I must have squirted on CT’s shoes before he was able to step back. That was when I noticed E had walked back from the house to see what the holdup was. Fortunately we had been best friends since the 5th grade and she and CT were just buddies. All she could do was laugh and scream my name as she reached past CT to spank my pussy. She didn’t stop until I had another great orgasm. Then she said it might be a good time to get CT home since she hadn’t been near as nice to him as I had. So, I stood up, let him back in and we headed for his house where I got one more time to hold the door and fold the seat forward. He gave me a quick kiss and thanked me for the ride and the show and told J it was nice to meet him. From then on, my senior year of high school was crazy. Even though there was no evidence (thank goodness no cell phones with cameras) to support the story, the rumor spread like crazy. And from then on, my nick name was Juicy. No juice jokes were off limits (and many were told) especially whenever I was around.
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About every 2 years Dad’s family would come from Massachusetts during the summer for a weeklong visit. I would usually have to give up my room to Aunt Alice and Uncle Eddie. Aunt Jay and Uncle Ted would get the guest room upstairs. Eddy and Alice, being younger, would take my room in the basement. They weren’t as likely to need to get up during the night and if they did, managing the dimly lit stairs wasn’t as much of a problem. J and I started dating just my sophomore year in high school and by the summer, nothing was off limits. He was 4 years older and treated me a lot different from the way the guys in high school had. Of course he wanted to be satisfied. But, he also wanted to be certain I always came as well. Usually that meant multiple times before he even entered me. The more he controlled the night, the better we both enjoyed it. During the family visit that summer, J and I were on the couch in the basement late one night after everyone had gone to sleep. We had the old portable TV on low and had begun watching a show. That was the typical way it started. And as in usual style it wasn’t long before he had me naked. J rolled me onto my side, pulled one of my legs across his and entered me from behind. That allowed him to reach around and stretch and pull my lips apart, which I loved. Pulling me open also seemed to reduce the friction and make the night last longer. Of course the alcohol and pot usually made for not only a long ride, but also an I don’t care what you do to me attitude. As we were caught up in the moment, something told me I needed to look up and there stood Uncle Eddie. I was startled, squirmed, tried to close my legs and get J to stop. Not only did he not stop, but he forced my legs wider apart raising his leg so I couldn’t close mine. Then J reached down with one hand and opened my pussy even further so Eddie wouldn’t miss a thing as he held my head with the other so that I couldn’t hide my face and would have to look at my uncle as he continued to use me like a sex toy. My father’s brother stood there and watched. That was not the first time I squirted during an orgasm, but it was a good one. The more I struggled, the wider J pulled me open and the more intense the sex became. He wanted my uncle to see every bit of him sliding in and out of me and my ability to enjoy it. The sexual high I was getting as I watched Eddie watching us was amazing. I was a high school girl, spread, being used and shown off in front of my 50 something year old uncle who was standing in front of me in his pajamas. I could tell Uncle Eddie was getting hard and he wasn’t leaving until J and I stopped. I was shaking all over by the time J came and then we just lay there. There was no real reason to cover up now. I shook again as J slipped out of me and I could feel his warm cum run out as well. J kept my hole open until I quit leaking. It seemed like an eternity before Eddie looked me in the eyes. Eddie said he was sorry to interrupt us, but had needed to go to the restroom upstairs. By the time he came back down, we were clothed and I was heading up to slip into bed with one of my sisters. J slept on the couch and left early the next morning before anyone got up. Saturday morning dad would always wake us girls up to help mom with the housework. By the time the guests came to the breakfast table, I was sitting there in my pajamas and drinking coffee. Eddie never said a thing about the night before. He was all smiles and a lot of small talk; how old was I now? How long had Jimmy and I been dating? What do kids our age do for fun nowadays? I’m hope Dad never found out how well his older brother-in-law knew his little girl and thank goodness Aunt Alice never mentioned it either. I had no idea what a thrill it would be to be watched. Especially by someone in the family and in this case while I was not be able to do a thing but enjoy it.
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During the rest of the summer JM and I would continue to go “swimming” together and he would continue to spray me with his cum. Several times I moved my hips with the intention of getting him to slip inside my wet pussy. He managed to be quick enough to avoid unprotected sex with his younger cousin. Many times we were joined by others as I sunned naked. Even altering our time and location, someone would find us (me) and enjoy the view. One such guy was AD who I ended up dating for the next two years. He was only two years older, but had an after school job and a car. Our dates were usually just an excuse for some form of sexual activity. Looking back on it, I realized that I was merely used as a refined form of masturbation. Never did he care about my pleasure. And, when I got pregnant, he never called until after dad had paid for my abortion. Not a good situation for a girl my age. During that time, one of my coaches realized that I had an ability to run distances and jump hurdles. It was during that time that I first noticed the bodies of the black athletes. As I white girl in a small southern town, I looked and wondered. But, that was about it. Curiosity! Wonder?!? Desire?!? AD had left me. But, I had moved on to more than just being seen. While his cock was fairly thick, it wasn’t all that long. I had seen several and I guess I liked his because he made me feel special. I managed to lift my older sister’s ID as did a couple of friends who also had older siblings and we began hitting the clubs on the weekends. It was not uncommon to find older guys (which I seemed to like) while out. Eventually I began dating JL and we enjoyed years of dating before marriage. He was happiest when I was happy and didn’t have a jealous bone in his body. If I enjoyed someone’s attention, he was okay with that. If I didn’t, all he wanted was for me to say something before he stepped in. Crazy years ahead. He enjoyed showing me off as much as I enjoyed being seen. Wet t-shirt contests, dancing with friends, flashing and even sex in front of and with others. Whatever I wanted was good with him. We were once walked in on by my uncle (father’s brother) who was visiting us at the time. As I tried to cover myself, J held my legs apart and allowed Uncle Eddie to watch us. There I was. 16, naked, being used and displayed in front of my 55 year old uncle. What a thrill. I only wish dad was standing there beside him. For the remainder of Eddie’s visit, he enjoyed visiting with me whenever I was around. I made sure to be covered, but I a way that I could provide him with a little reminder if no one else was around. I was now working afternoons and weekends and had bought a used car. As I was a hostess in a restaurant, I was dressing nicely and working with a kitchen of primarily black employees. Again my curiosity was peaked. Thinking back to Eddie, I wondered what it would be like to be seen, watched or enjoyed by those I knew in the kitchen. And, then there was AS. The most beautiful black man I had ever seen. I would have him one day.
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