There was to be a party on Saturday night at a rambling old house owned by Roger Kerr and his girlfriend Jean. They were both teachers and had lived together for years in various houses before finding the present one and renovating it. According to the gossip around school, their relationship was pretty well over but they still liked working on houses together. Jean was about to move out into yet another old place and Roger was going to help her fix it up.
Sid Cooke was a good friend of Roger's and he insisted that Val come with him on Saturday night. She hesitated. There would be lots of other teachers there and quite possibly Don Keller would show up. She wasn't sure she wanted Don to see her in Sid Cooke's company. He might get discouraged and not ask her out again. He was so sensitive.
Sid insisted she come. In fact he showed up at her apartment on Saturday afternoon with a gift for her which made it impossible to turn him down. It was a beautiful, slinky evening dress that must have cost a fortune. He wouldn't allow her to refuse it. He also handed her a box of sexy underwear that he wanted her to wear. She picked the items out of the box one at a time and looked doubtful.
"You want me to wear a garter belt?" she cried, fingering the beautiful white lace underthings. The belt itself was embroidered with lacy flower patterns. It was soft and light and looked very expensive.
"Fucking right. And the stockings too. But no pants. Positively no fucking panties. I want you bare-ass there tonight. But I want to be the only one who knows it."
"But this dress is damn near all the way up to the crotch! If I change position or sit a certain way my whole crotch will be bare!"
"That's the whole point. It has to be daring to be fun. And you have to be able to flash your pussy at me every so often. I insist on that."
"What! Sid you must be crazy… I can't go around a crowded room flashing my pussy at you! Other teachers will be there. Mr. Higgins the principal may be there!"
"I know. Should be fun. We might get bored if we don't do something, Val. It's just for you and me. No one else will know."
"Sid, you're a pervert. These things will make me feel like a whore."
"So what? Don't you ever want to try something a little bit daring? Let loose! Have some fun!"
He had left her then, and in spite of herself she'd stripped naked in her bedroom, snaked the garter belt around her waist and hauled the sheer white stockings up her golden thighs. She stared into her full-length mirror, scarcely believing the effect the sexy underthings had on her idea of herself. She didn't feel like a whore at all. She felt more like one of those gorgeous models in the men's glossy magazines, the ones who stretched out on beds and gazed longingly into the camera.
She was beautiful, there was no denying it. And with a shy giggle she clambered onto her bed, pulled back the coverlet, and romped about there for a while in front of the mirror, trying out various sexy poses. She stuck her pretty ass up in the air and ruffled her blonde hair into the pillow, staring back at herself with lust in her eyes. She lay on her back and kicked her legs in the air, watching the way her big tits rolled back and settled on her chest.
Then she knelt up in the tangle of sheets, hooked her arms in back of her head, ruffled her hair. She raised her chest, thrust out her tits and spread her thighs wide. She loved the way the white stockings ended at the tops of her golden thighs, and the way the slender white suspenders snaked up her thighs to join the garter belt. Her blonde pussy was framed perfectly in the space between.
She noticed suddenly that her cunt was cracking open. A tiny flower of pink skin had poked its way between her pussy lips and was growing, expanding below the tufted V of her crotch hair. Shyly, she reached down, planted her fingertips on her outer cuntlips. She pried them apart, staring into the mirror the whole time. And the lovely inner folds of her cunt flopped into view.
She groaned suddenly, sparks of lust jumping up into her belly. What was happening to her? Sid seemed to know just, what to do to keep her off balance. Only minutes ago she was determined not to do as he asked. It was sexist and insulting. Now she knew she would; she would go to a crowded party wearing a daring dress and nothing underneath but a garter belt and stockings. She would definitely not wear panties. Did Sid know more about her then than she did herself?
Sighing deeply, she skipped off the bed and peeled off the sexy underwear. If she didn't stop herself now, she realized, she'd spend the entire afternoon rolling about on the bed, masturbating. She had things to do, shopping to get done. It would be best to save all her horniness for the evening. After the party, if she knew Sid, he'd have something planned for the two of them. She'd wait and see what it was.
The rest of the afternoon and early evening she filled up with various chores. She tried to keep her mind off sex. And in particular, she tried not to think of Don Keller and whether or not he'd be around to see her with Sid. It was too much of a pain to have to worry about such things. If he saw her he saw her, that's all there was to it.
Later in the evening, wandering in and out of the chattering knots of party guests, she was glad she hadn't worried. There was no sign of Don anywhere. She began to relax. And after two glasses of wine, she caught Sid's eye across the room and winked at him. He was watching her closely.
There was a group of people to her left, arguing about course changes or something, and she was pretending to listen carefully. But suddenly she stared right into Sid's eyes, though he must have been twelve feet away, and pulled her dress to one side quickly. The tufted mound of her naked pussy was clearly visible between the slender white strips of her garters. Her thighs were golden brown above the pale stocking tops.
She almost laughed out loud, seeing him swallow and glance to his left and right nervously. He seemed more nervous than she was. But he was obviously excited as hell. And why not? They were in a noisy, crowded room, twelve or fifteen feet apart, and she was flashing her naked cunt at him. Maybe he had thought she wouldn't have the guts to do as he asked.
For the next hour she wandered around the various downstairs rooms of the huge old house, joining in a conversation here or there or flirting with the various men who tried to make a play for her. Though they all taught at the same school, she was seeing many of them for the first time. She enjoyed the way even the married men gazed longingly into her deep lush cleavage.
From time to time she caught sight of Sid, and whenever she could she quickly parted her dress for him, let him see the brazen mound of her cunt. At one point, when they were alone in the kitchen, she let her dress strap slip off her shoulder and shoved her naked tit at him. He squeezed it quickly and felt the stiffness of the long nipple.
"Meet me upstairs in five minutes," he gasped, helping her shove her tit back into her dress. "Third door on the left."
He moved off and left her to refill her glass alone. She could feel the wetness seeping from between her pussy lips already. What was it about Sid that turned her on so? Why did her cunt cream when she was around him. She didn't love him. She didn't even like him that much. She could see very clearly that he wasn't a very nice guy at all. Maybe it was pure sex and nothing else that they had in common, she thought.
Breathing deeply, and avoiding the come ons of two or three other male teachers as she went, Val made her way through the living room and down the hall to the stairs. She climbed the stairs slowly, sipping her wine as she went. She tapped on the door Sid had indicated, and stepped inside. Sid was waiting for her there, along with Roger Kerr, the owner of the house.
"Well come on in," Sid welcomed her. He was standing at the foot of an enormous double bed. Roger Kerr was sitting on it.
"What… what's going on?" she murmured, glancing from Sid to Roger and back again. "I thought…"
"I want you to meet the man of the house," Sid interrupted. "I've told him all about you. He's very impressed. I'd like the two of you to get to know each other real well."
Roger stood up and smiled at her, just as warmly as he'd done earlier when he'd welcomed the two of them at the front door. Val stared at Sid, not quite understanding what he was up to. She'd expected a quick and daring fuck in this strange old house, just the two of them. What was their host doing here?
"Sid?" she began. But she didn't know what to say. She gulped a mouthful of her wine.
Sid came over to her and placed his arm around her shoulders. He squeezed her and beamed at Roger, as if he was showing off his proudest possession. Then his hand drifted down her back and settled on the globe of one lush ass cheek. He kneaded the flesh roughly with his fingers. He slipped his hand into the deep crack of her ass.
"Well, what do you think?" he smiled at Roger. "Isn't she the cutest piece of ass you've ever seen? And look at this."
To Val's dismay, Sid gripped the front of her dress and pulled it aside. All the glory of her hairy cunt was revealed for Roger, along with the erotic straps of her garter belt and her sheer white stockings. She groaned deeply, blushing to the roots of her hair. Her hand fluttered down to try to cover herself, but she immediately realized how silly this was.
"Great pair of tits too. Look at this," Sid went on.
Before she could react he had forced down the front of her dress so far that both big beautiful tits joggled into view, their nipples hopelessly long and swollen. He flicked one for Roger's amusement, let him see how swollen it was.
"She's beautiful," Roger murmured, his eyes taking in every inch of Val's gorgeous young body. "She's just stunning."
"And today you're the one who's gonna get stunned. Val, honey, I want you to make it with Roger here. He and Jean are breaking up. He's been depressed about it. Why don't you fuck him to cheer him up?"
So that was it, Val thought, her heart pounding. He actually wants me to make it with a friend of his. He wants to pass me around like a hunk of meat. What a creep! He had absolutely no consideration for her feelings. What kind of man let other guys fuck his girlfriends? It was kinky and obscene.
"Sid!" she protested. She felt so silly there in front of this man she'd only just met, her tits and cunt on display for him. She swore she would never forgive Sid for this.
"Show her your cock, man. She'll really want to fuck you then," Sid went on merrily. Then he turned to Val. "Roger's got a cock that would choke a horse. You'll love it."
Val felt as though she was caught in some weird dream. This couldn't be happening, not to her. They were all teachers here, fine, upstanding citizens. They were supposed to set examples for others. They were responsible members of society. Surely Roger must see that this was crazy, even if boorish Sid didn't. There had to be one sane person in the room.
But Roger was unzipping his pants, hauling out a long floppy cock from inside his shorts. He waved it at her like a naughty schoolboy, a shy grin of pride on his face. The cock was about eight inches long, and seemed to be growing longer even as she looked at it. Roger jerked on it slowly, making it thicker.
"See what I mean?" Sid leered. "Cock like a bull. You'll love it, babe. Get that inside you and you'll forget what day it is."
"Maybe she'd rather not," Roger put in softly. He stared anxiously into Val's pouting face. His cock stuck up through his fist like a fat hunk of hose.
Val felt a sudden pang of tenderness for him. He looked so sad and depressed all of a sudden at the thought she didn't want to fuck him. It occurred to her he was probably a much nicer guy than Sid. And there was her own horniness to consider. Maybe she could fuck him after all. It was even possible she could make Sid jealous, and anything that could hurt Sid she was all for.
"And what will you do while I'm fucking your friend?" she asked him, her voice suddenly hard and sarcastic. "Will you go to the bathroom and jerk off?"
"I might very well jerk off. That's a great idea," Sid said. "But I'll stay right here if you don't mind. I want to watch."
Val stared at him, her mouth falling open. He wasn't kidding, that much was obvious. He really did plan to stay in the room and watch while she and Roger fucked. She glanced at Roger, to check if he found this idea as weird as she did. But he merely stared at her blankly, his cock still growing in his fist. He seemed to accept the idea without question. He had probably discussed all this with Sid beforehand.
She almost laughed out loud. This was just too crazy for words. What the fuck, she thought, stepping away from Sid's embrace. She was horny, all turned on from wearing the lewd underwear and sipping wine. If there was a big cock available, who was she to turn it down? And if weird Sid wanted to watch, so what? She let her dress fall to the floor and stepped from it.