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        We headed upstairs and I made them wait in the bathroom. They were too
soft to go straight into fucking again (and I don't care what people say, it
takes a little time to get guys really hard again ;-). It also gave Chris a
chance to clean himself up. I love two door sex but it can get messier than
I like.
        I slipped into the bedroom and closed the door. At this point,
Charlotte was in the secret closet on her chair eager for action. I asked
her for suggestions and she prompted me 'strip-tease'. I loved it.
        I set the closet door shut (we bought a one way mirror for her) and
went to my dresser. I opened my top drawer and looked at all my special things.
I had teddies of all different colors styles and materials (I even have one
that is leather with buckles for more fun, but I only get it out with people
I can trust). I rummaged through my dildos (electric and strap-on), and all
sorts of erotic toys and books.
        I finally selected a baby doll outfit with separate panties. Along with
it I picked out a favorite garter belt and black nylons, and a sheer gown to
go on top. I dressed quickly and finally called the guys in.
        They were obviously embarrased to have been standing out there naked
to each other, but my outfit got their minds back where I wanted them, on me.
        I had them sit on the edge of my bed (black satin sheets, extra wide
for group fun!) and watch. I slipped a CD of some middle eastern music and
began to dance.
        Dancing is one of my favorite past-times (after sex). I get exercise
and get to move without thought of meanings or consequences. I've been told
my dances could get the dead horny.
        Well, I started by putting the guys out of my mind, (no easy task) and
swaying to the infectious rythyms. Soon I was moving around the room in a lazy
meander, punctuated by shivers and caresses. The guys were loving and they
each had a hand on their cocks, stroking them back to life. I motioned for them
to stop and tried to get back into the dance.
        Soon enough, the dance got moving quicker. I began to run my hands over
my body with the music, touching my soft skin and caressing my special spots.
One hand wormed its way under the gown and under my panties to stroke my clit.
        I brought the hand back out with a slow flourish and carefully licked
it clean, kissing it as if it were my own lover. I did this again and again,
rewarded with my musky juices more present on my fingers.
        I brought myself out of my dance thoughts and fixed my eyes on the guys
and their cocks. Each was finding it difficult to keep from stroking himself
but I gave them a look of promised nirvana.
        I started to touch my gown as I danced. I ran my fingers along its
length from my shoulders over my breasts and down in its gauzy skirt. With the
music I began to let it down off of my shoulders, drawing it down my body like
a theatre curtain, revealing my treasures to my audience's eager eyes.
        Soon it lay on the floor around my nyloned feet. I went back to
exploring myself with my hands, following the borders of the baby doll,
touching back and forth between satin and skin. I felt my ripe nipples through
the satin, feeling them react electrically to the sexy material.
        The music began to get faster still, and I flung myself back into the
dance, swirling and swaying, feeling my lingerie hug my body, enhancing my
sexuality and femininity. Faster and faster I went, until my satins and straps
began to almost weigh me down. I paused in the torrent of the hot desert beat
to unsnap my garters, and then dance again.
        Moments later, I slipped the straps of the baby doll top off my
shoulders, obscuring my breasts with the wide lace straps. I danced and I ran
about the room, cursing myself for its small size. The baby doll top began
to slip off my body, revealing my eager breasts to the cool room air. It worked
its way down my curves until it too lay with the gown, discarded, shed of its
magical sexuality.
        And I danced, clad only in nylons, panties and a garter belt that
flapped around me with my turns. I turned back to the guys who were almost
panting. Mike was sitting on his hands to keep from touching his straining
cock. The music had slowed, but my passion still hot as the sand dune. I stood
in front of them, swaying with the drums, and I unclasped my garter belt.
        I took it in my hands and approached Mike. I slipped it around his
waist and clasped in a quick motion and lept away to dance again. I wanted to
share my feelings of dancing, of heat, of passion, and of woman.
        Next I dropped to the floor and rolled down my black nylons with my
rhythmic squirming. I rolled over to Chris and started each on one of his
feet, unrolling them to his knees before giving myself back to the music.
        At last I had only my satin panties between me and complete nakedness.
I shed them with little ceremony as I didn't feel in control enough to pace
myself for the guys.
        The music had reached the last part, the part representing the
copulation of the sultan with his harem. It would last almost half an hour, and
I thanked CDs and praised the sultan for his endurance.
        I looked to the guys for the last time. I noticed that Chris had
finished rolling up the stockings and Mike had adjusted the garter belt
correctly. Perhaps there were certain avenues of experimentation for us to
enjoy later. I put that on the back burner and got down to business.
        Their cocks looked very ready to go, so I thought about ways to prolong
the events. I laid back on the floor, amidst my gown and baby doll top. I
motioned them to sit on either side of me, which they did.
        In a very sultan like way I commanded them.
        "Pleasure my body." They seemed eager to stop watching and start doing.
        They started by feeling me up with their hands, cupping my breasts and
rubbing my soft skin. Mike bent over and began to kiss my stomach, moving
towards my left breast. When he got started on it, I motioned Chris to follow
suit.
        I felt marvelous to have two hungry mouths on my breasts and nipples.
They licked me and kissed my skin. Chris nuzzled my breast, heating it with
his breath and wetting it with his tongue. Mike concentrated on my nipple,
from kissing it and licking it to pulling it lightly and nibbling it. This
was really getting me hot (as if I wasn't already). They were so enthusiatic
that I snaked a hand down to my pussy and helped myself to a small orgasm
(just enough to arch my back and move my legs, you know the kind ;-)
        They took this as encouragement so Chris moved down between my legs
and, to my small disappointment, prepared to enter me with his cock.
        Now at this point in making love is when I am most aroused, the moment
before penetration, before I lose control of myself to the thrusting of a man
deep within my private place. I always remember my first time and the feelings
of being opened, of being revealed, of being broken, and being filled.
        Well, Chris didn't want to wait around for my complete memories to
traipse through my head so he had begun to insert himself. My mind instantly
compared him to Mike, judging him smaller, not quite enough to fill me up.
        Again I concentrated on the penetration (although Mike was pretty
insistent at my nipples. You'd think he wanted to milk me ;-). The shaft pushed
forward, his nylon-covered thighs separating my legs. I had a flashback to
an experience with Charlotte, but it disappeared quickly.
        I could feel the length inside me increasing. His pelvis coming closer.
It was wedged deliciously between my lips, stroking them with its irregularity.
Deeper and deeper he went, and still no mingling of hair from our roots.
        Suddenly, I felt it reach the end of my vagina, touching my special
spot with its dimpled head. I've always been super-sensitive there, and getting
a cock that reaches it is always a triumph. My pussy responded with some
small waves of orgasm, clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing, urging
his meat to come into me deeper, pulling it.
        Luckily, he hadn't much farther to go. Some really long cocks are too
long and they can hurt if the guy isn't careful, but Chris' seemed almost the
right size, a little long if anything which suited me fine. His deepest stroke
pressed insistently at my special spot without hurting.
        He began to pull out, and I felt an alarming loss. I was so pleased
by the warmth he gave me, and he soon replenished me with another thrust.
        Mike finally stopped attacking my breasts (he had gotten a little too
eager and I knew I'd have sore nipples tomorrow). He moved up by my head and
straddled me. His testicles hung before my face and I gave them a friendly
lick. Mike grinned and aimed his cock for my mouth.
        I accepted his meat readily enough, although I couldn't give it the
best I could, as Chris was just too distracting, but I sucked it and Mike
seemed satisfying to pump in and out of my mouth. Luckily, he wasn't the long
one, or I might've choked. Even so, his thickness was enough to stretch my
jaws a little. He seemed to like my teeth grazing him as he stroked in and out.
        All this was getting too much as I felt a big orgasm building up in me.
I sucked Mike for all I was worth, pulling him fully into my mouth. With that
I came on an upstroke from Chris. I felt my erotic zones start to tingle and
tense. My nipples got to almost hurting. My thighs contracted around Chris
holding him inside me. I barely kept from biting down on Mike (I sure he would
not have approved of that ;-)
        It started coming in waves, each stronger than the last, until I had
to pull Mike out of my mouth. I moaned from the depths of my pussy. I writhed
desperately thrusting my pelvis into Chris, seeking even more length from his
meat which already filled me.
        Finally, it hit its peak and I felt every muscle clench. It was one of
the strongest I'd ever had, and I knew that the clenching was pulling obscure
muscles all over my body, although I really didn't care at the moment.
        And then I fell back, weak. Chris started stroking again, sliding
easily in my over-moist pussy. Again, I lost some sensations of his cock, but
I'd had my come. He didn't waste much time, and thrust into me and held himself
there for a few seconds, finishing with some little thrusts, trying to milk
himself of his come.
        Mike had gone on without me and jerked off by hand. Luckily, he came
on my chest. I don't worship come, but it did keep it off my gown (I hate those
tell-tale stains ;-).
        I wiped off with some kleenex and sent the guys away to get their
clothes and leave. They seemed pleased enough, and I was really tired. A really
good orgasm will really tire me out. I crawled into bed and pulled the satin
covers over my body. Charlotte slipped out of her closet, pulling her panties
up. She came over and kissed me on the lips.
        "Thanks. I'll talk to you later, when you're more perky. And remember,
the guys are still wearing the nylons and garter belt. Possibilities, Trish,
always possibilities."
        I smiled at her, returned her kiss, and quickly fell to sleep as the
CD ended.



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