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Dressed for Orgasm 
by Lucy Du (address withheld)
 
***

Ever since my childhood I seem to have enjoyed the feel 
of certain clothes. The soft and warm sensation of 
flannel usually soothes my stress. Silk electrifies my 
skin as it brushes my nipples and buffs my ass. And 
some items actual excite me to a point that I may even 
cum by just walking a certain way. (MMF, FF, orgy, 
strangers)

***

It has been difficult for me to express my elations. 
How could something so passive, inadvertently make my 
very soul reel with pleasure? And in all the 
discussions with my friends, clothes were enticing, 
sexy, alluring, but never satisfying. So I kept it to 
myself. At least, until I was caught one day.

I met the most sensitive and receptive man I ever 
thought I would meet at an embarrassing moment. He had 
stopped to help me. He noticed that I was looking 
flushed and light-headed. In fact, he described that I 
looked as if my knees were going to give out. The fact 
was, they were. 

I think I might have ruined it by telling him that in 
the winter I liked to go without panties and especially 
enjoyed the hard creases of my jeans of rubbing against 
my bare pussy. What he thought was a fainting spell was 
actually one of these enjoyable times.

I might not have relayed to him the reasons for my 
light-headedness if I hadn't been in such a state of 
erotic pleasure. His hands were holding me, and I was 
squatting in a position where if I moved slightly back 
and forth, the coarse, yet flexible, denim rubbed 
against my pussy. His sturdy hands, combined with the 
increasing wetness I was experiencing in my jeans drove 
me almost to cry out in ecstasy. 

Instead of crying out, I described to him the 
sensations I was feeling. At the time, I did not notice 
that he had begun to slightly tremble as he held me. I 
was focused on my own sensations, knowing that I would 
soon reach orgasm. I did not notice that his hands were 
pushing me harder and faster, back and forth, and back 
and forth. In all my erotic experiences with clothes, I 
had never been driven to the brink of ecstasy with the 
help of a man. I never thought I would cum so hard.

Despite the overwhelming pleasure, I suddenly realized 
that a strange man was holding me. I was scared. I was 
embarrassed. I was at a loss for words. I remained 
partially squat with him leaning over me. I felt as if 
I were on a tree swing, only he was my support. He 
still had his strong, thick arms pressed against my 
sides. His one hand had a firm hold of the back of my 
thigh near my ass, and his other was squarely on the 
other cheek. We stayed in this position for what seemed 
hours. Finally, I built up enough courage to look him 
in the eye.

I looked up at him to find the most beautiful face. His 
features were sharp but not chiseled. His skin was 
lightly tan and cleanly shaven. His hair was dark, 
short on the sides with a little overhang of bangs that 
came to his eyes. His eyes were crystal blue and 
piercing into me with a slight glazed glow. He looked 
utterly statuesque until I realized he was trembling. 
He shook not for the stress of my body in his arms. No, 
he easily managed me. The tremors were an aftershock 
from my earthquake of an orgasm.

I slid out of his arms and to my knees without losing 
eye contact. He slowly straightened himself until he 
was fully standing over me. I gently laid my hands on 
the outside of his legs and eased them northward. His 
thighs were tight and twitching. His face glistened 
with perspiration. He looked as I must have when he 
first found me. I can understand why he thought I 
needed medical attention. But I knew it was not medical 
attention that was needed.

My hands reached his belt buckle and unstrapped it. His 
jeans popped and hissed as I loosened them. I tugged at 
them, forcing them down his hips. It was difficult for 
they were caught on his swollen cock. So, I grabbed it 
and pushed it until his jeans were released. They slid 
to his knees. I kept his dick in my hand, ever so 
lightly caressing its length. I found the tip of his 
cock slippery with anticipation and it jerked when I 
smoothed the wetness over its entire head.

My other hand began to explore the sack that fell below 
his cock. I massaged his balls and caressed his 
scrotum. I followed with my finger the bulging tube 
that began on the front of his cock. I followed it 
through the scrotum, pushing his balls to either side 
and continuing between his thighs. 

I spent some time rubbing this tender area between his 
scrotum and anus. He was receptive and spread his legs 
to allow me better access. I could feel the tube surge 
and his balls tightened. I knew it was coming and I 
didn't want it yet. So, I tugged on his balls, squeezed 
the shaft of his cock and paused until the threat was 
over.

I wanted to taste him and feel him in my mouth. I 
dragged my tongue up the length of his cock. With a 
quick circling of its head, I slid over his dick, 
sheathing it in my warm, moist mouth. I took as much as 
I could into my throat, waited, and began to slide off 
of it. After several bobs, I began to increase my pace. 
I took him in with short jerking motions. I took him in 
deep. I twisted and turned on his pole. I grabbed the 
base of his cock with my hands and fondled his balls. I 
think I heard moans of encouragement but I was to 
focused on my job at hand.

I continued this assault until his gun blew. His cum 
splattered against the back of my mouth. I opened my 
cheeks to allow for the extra liquid. His cock twitched 
endlessly, releasing the taste I desired so much. I 
moved slightly to encourage any remaining cum that was 
left in that tube I traced to his underside. Confident 
that the fireworks were over, I pulled him out of my 
mouth as if I were sucking on a frozen pop in 110-
degree heat, not wanting to lose any of its flavor. At 
last freed from his Popsicle, I swallowed. I swallowed 
with the ecstasy of knowing I pleased him as much as he 
had me.

Then I came back into reality and I realized that the 
sound I had begun to hear was not my head throbbing 
with the excitement of what had just occurred but 
approaching footsteps. It was then that I remembered 
just where we were. I was doing research for a paper in 
the basement storeroom in a used-bookstore. 

I had been going there for months and only rarely had I 
been in the company of another person. I wondered what 
the stranger I had just blown was doing here, and also 
the intentions of whoever was approaching. The 
footsteps were even more evident now as I watched him 
hurriedly put his jeans back over his spent cock. A 
woman entered through the door in front of us.

For about an hour, the three of us wandered around the 
basement, presumably working on our individual tasks. I 
was still numb from the aftereffects of the orgasm I 
had just experienced and the idea, still new, that I 
had just had sex with the most incredible stranger.

The taste of his cum was still in my mouth.

I was at the other side of the room, and each time I 
visualized my stranger's face in my mind, I became 
hotter and wetter. I felt a presence, and saw him 
standing next to me. I had an urgent desire to grab his 
ass. As my hand reached out and briefly held the 
muscular curves of his buttocks, he turned around and 
held my stare. His crystal blue eyes seemed to pierce 
right through me, to the innermost dimensions of my 
soul. 

In a trancelike state, he unbuttoned my shirt and so 
doing, pressed his lips hard against mine. His hand 
reached down and pressed against my cunt. He unzipped 
my jeans and was pulling them off. He was having 
trouble because they were so tight, and so he pushed me 
onto a chair sitting nearby. The jeans slid off with 
deftness and urgency.

I was shocked at his strength. He pulled me back up and 
reached down to rub my pussy with his left hand. With 
his right, he grabbed a piece of cloth that was sitting 
underneath a display of books and stretched it 
underneath my cunt. He forced me to kneel, and then 
took the same position in front of me. With both hands, 
one behind me and one in front of me, he pulled the 
ends of the cloth upwards. I could feel my body rise in 
spasms of pleasure. 

The cloth was thick, yet had a silky feel to it. As he 
varied the pressure, a million sensations filled me at 
once. At first, the touch was light as a feather, 
almost nothing, and my spine tingled as my body filled 
with desire. He began to pull the cloth forwards and 
backwards against my pussy, giving it more and more 
pressure. I began to feel extremely dazed and thought I 
might pass out. Just in time, his hands wrapped around 
my sides, pulled me up and onto the chair as he knelt 
in front of me.

With his thick, strong hands, he spread out my legs and 
began to taste me. He began gently, caressing my labia 
ever so lightly, and I knew they must have been almost 
dripping with pleasure. His tongue was magical and 
relentless. He stroked my pussy in a way I never 
imagined I would ever experience. His tongue never 
tired and the determination he presented made me so hot 
I could feel my entire body trembling. 

He started going at it with faster strokes of his 
tongue and his fingers found their way inside. My legs 
were shaking and I knew I was about to have another 
orgasm. Suddenly he held his hand still as the index 
finger began to gently circle on and around a single 
area in the front wall of my vagina. I was lost in a 
sea of pleasure. But I desired more.

I wanted to feel his penis inside me, so I stood up and 
happened to look over his shoulder. In the midst of 
this whirlwind occurrence, I had forgotten that we were 
not alone in the basement. Looking through the top 
shelf of books that had been enclosing us in the back 
corner of the room, I realized that the other woman in 
the basement had been watching all along. 

She stared without blinking at us. Her mouth was 
slightly ajar. Her arms fell in front of her, coming 
together below her hips. The voyeur woman stood behind 
a stack of boxes that came to her waist. I could not 
see what her hands were doing, but imagined they were 
rubbing her clitoris. She just stood there, staring at 
my stranger and I fucking. 

Meanwhile, he stripped off his clothes and sat on an 
armless office chair. I stepped over him and sat on his 
knees. He had a hold of me with his hands around my ass 
and kneading my flesh. I reached in front of me to 
touch his rising interest. His cock sprang to attention 
in my hand. I caressed it, re-familiarizing myself with 
his mass of flesh.

It was standing on its own and ready for the next 
stage. But was I ready for it? Sure, I dreamt of what 
happened earlier but intercourse with a nameless man. 
Could I let a stranger into my innermost sanctum? But 
the magnetism. The raw sex. The smell of our bodies. 
The aching between my thighs. I did not care any more. 
I needed his cock inside of me, whoever he was or 
whoever watched did not matter.

He lifted me off of his knees and onto his pole but it 
took a few attempts to get it right. As we first 
touched cock-to-cunt, he twirled himself over my wet 
labia to lubricate his pole. Then I lowered myself 
until the dry friction stopped us. I moved up and down 
slowly until I finally felt him entirely in me. I was 
so wet and his cock was perfect. It stabbed into the 
back of my vagina. The pain was the pleasure as it 
adjusted to the invader. I continued to move up and 
down, bouncing on his cock. It slid almost out of me, 
and then reentered to my depths. I rode his entire 
length slowly and thoroughly. Then, he took control.

While fully in me he grabbed my legs, lifting them 
until the back of my knees were in the crease of his 
elbows. With the newfound leverage, he became to push 
and pull me. I did not resist his action. I was sliding 
on his groin as if I were in a scull rowing. Back and 
forth I moved, faster and faster. The sensation was 
exhilarating. I have felt the many pleasures of a cock 
moving in and out of me, but this was completely 
different. 

His cock stayed entirely inside my cunt pushing against 
my walls in a circular manner. It moved as if whisking 
to a peak egg whites for merangue. It pressed on to 
areas that I never imagined could be so sensitive. I 
began to scream with pleasure. I suppose the sight and 
sound of this incredible fuck was too much for our 
viewer.

As I continued the fuck ride, the mysterious woman 
stood behind me, reached out, and took a hold of my 
breasts as they jiggled. My stranger underneath me was 
increasing his pace. I had a vision of egg whites 
flowing over and out of the whisking bowl as the bowl 
turned faster. 

I was dizzy, not from the movement, but because every 
part of my body was feeling a different sensation, both 
new and raw. Plus, this woman was clutching my breasts 
and now nibbling at my neck. My scream was loud and I 
felt my vaginal juices flow out and onto his groin as 
he slowed down the pace. Gently, I lifted myself off of 
his pole and turned around to face the other woman.

When she had first entered through the door, I had 
noticed she was attractive, but now looking at her 
appearance, which was sweaty and disheveled, my 
feelings of attraction turned into those of lust. She 
had long hair that was plastered to her sweaty face. 
Her jeans were unzipped and pulled partway down her 
legs. As she took her hand and ran it through her hair 
to brush it back, I saw that she was beautiful. The 
nameless man was watching the entire scene, as I walked 
over to this beautiful woman and took hold of her 
jeans. She made no comment so I pulled them down, along 
with her panties.

Obligingly, she stepped out of them and pulled her 
shirt over her head, exposing a pair of perky breast. 
In anticipation of impending events, I removed a pile 
of books on a nearby desk.

My unnamed man moved to the left to get a better view. 
I could see him stroking his cock as he watched. I 
picked up some of the juices that had been flowing down 
my thighs with my fingers and approached her. I brought 
my fingers to her lips and she licked them clean. I 
started to feel her breasts and she mine. 

Seeing another woman naked in such close proximity was 
so riveting, I thought I might climax then and there. 
But as I was staring at her breasts in this entranced 
state, she took her hand and lifted my chin up so that 
we were looking directly into each other's eyes. We 
kissed. 

Her lips were pressed against mine and we stood there, 
nipple to nipple, rubbing our pussies against each 
other. The woman made her way to the desk and took a 
seat on its edge. I followed her. Soon, both our hands 
made their way gradually downwards. She was extremely 
wet, and I was mesmerized by the idea of tasting 
another woman's pussy.

I knelt on the floor. As I went down on her, she spread 
out her legs. For the first time, I was able to see 
another woman's vulva close up and I was amazed at its 
complexity. It was a beautiful world of its own. I 
began to explore with my tongue stroking her labia lips 
up and down, back and forth. Then I moved between her 
lips to her clitoris, and stuck my fingers into her 
hole. She began to moan. 

At the same time, I felt two familiar hands on my ass. 
Again, I felt their strength and sturdiness. The hands 
pulled up my rear end as I worked the woman's cunt. My 
heart raced as he entered me from behind. From where he 
was standing I knew he had a perfect view of what was 
transpiring between the two women in front of him. 
Slowly and methodically he began. He stuck the entire 
length of his cock into my cunt and brought it out 
almost all the way. He repeated this motion as he 
watched.

I had two fingers in the woman's pussy and my tongue 
was all over her clit. She moaned louder and arched her 
back as her body began to convulse uncontrollably. The 
cock inside me was moving harder and faster with the 
increased moans of the woman at the end of my tongue. I 
was dying to see the woman's face as she orgasmed so I 
stopped what I was doing and directed him to fuck this 
wanton woman.

I watched as he rubbed the tip of his penis against her 
hot, red, and very wet pussy. I watched as he inserted 
his dick into her just seconds after it had been in me. 
As he started to go inside her, I moved behind him and 
caressed his balls. 

I pressed my breasts against his smooth and broad back 
as my hands stroked his balls, pushing them together 
and then pulling them away from one another. Meanwhile, 
he had been grinding his cock into her cunt. She tilted 
her head back, closed her eyes, and the corners of her 
lips lifted into a sensual smile as her vagina adjusted 
its size to the welcomed intruder.

I stepped to the side of the two to get a good view of 
the activities. I first looked at his cock sliding in 
and out of this moaning banshee. I have never seen the 
pleasure from such a close distance. I could hear the 
slurping of cock in her cunt. I saw her labia being 
pulled and tugged by the oscillating motion. His balls 
slapped against her ass. I was amazed at the whole 
orchestration and yet I knew it was all too easy to 
perform.

I reached out and rubbed her clit. She became louder 
and thrashed against her lovers. I then spread her 
pussy lips further open. I could feel him jab his cock 
into her. She grunted that this allowed him to fuck her 
harder and vowed that it increased her pleasure. So, I 
just stayed there with a bird's eye view of the 
fucking. She had grabbed and groped at me. I felt her 
hand slip between my thighs to my swollen pussy. She 
probed my cunt with her fingers. Then, something was 
said that I am not sure about but I followed the 
directions without hesitation.

I climbed on top of the woman and straddled her face. 
Lowering my pelvis, she began to lap at my pussy. She 
attacked it with unbridled passion. Her tongue stabbed 
at my hole and darted between my lips. She sucked on my 
swollen clit as if it were a dick. The sensation was 
too much. I wavered on my knees and then leaned 
forward. We were almost in a 69 except she was still 
being fucked. I could feel another orgasm coming. The 
sights, the sounds, the smells and the newness of being 
eaten by another woman drove me into a frenzy. My cunt 
was becoming numb and my head was swimming but I knew 
that it would soon end.

I straightened up and leaned back against the wall. My 
thighs twitched with the impending orgasm. Moans and 
screams of ecstasy roared out of my mouth. At the 
moment of cumming, I lurched and swayed. Again, the 
pussy juice flowed from me, out of my cunt and onto her 
face. She sucked and lapped as best she could. The 
sight of me coming on the woman must have been 
fantastic for our stranger grunted with determination 
as he came inside my wet-faced-woman-lover. He pulled 
out of her with his cock looming in front of me.

I now fell into a 69 but took him into my mouth. I 
sucked the combined juices off of his Popsicle. Then, I 
dropped my mouth to the oozing pussy below. Pearl white 
gobs leaked from her slit and I quickly lapped at them. 
I tasted his cum and hers from this fountain of love. 

I could not get enough of the taste. So I licked and 
sucked on her pussy. Her thighs clenched at my head as 
I assaulted her clit. With little effort her juices 
squirted from her cunt. I tried to catch as much as I 
could, for I was only too willing to return the favor 
that she bestowed to me. Slowly and lovingly, I licked 
around her cunt, as I knew she much be as sore as I was 
after this fuck fest. 

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