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  Public Sins

  Exhibition Erotica

  Dalia Daudelin

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  My guy and me have been going out for almost a year now. I realized early on that he was a bit of an exhibitionist, a bit of a wild side that he doesn't always show.

  When we had sex for the first time, it was on a playground. The gravel dug beneath our feet when we walked up, and I was honestly terrified. I knew exactly what was going to happen, down to the last ragged breath as we sat smoking on the swings after we were done. But even in spite of my fear, there was nothing I could do to prevent it. Greg knew what he wanted and I couldn't say no to that face of his. He just smiled, he asked me if I wanted to try something fun, and I told him I did. He smiled at me, that wily smile.

  He pushed me back against the metal ladder-rungs, kissed me. There was a light pole forty, fifty feet away, the only illumination. I wondered how well we could be seen. I thought probably very well, and I knew that when someone saw us--not if, when, that they'd call the cops and we'd have to have a talk with all our neighbors every time we moved. My shirt was lifted up, bunched at my neck and held there by Greg's strong bony hands. He pushed my bra aside and drew my breast into his mouth while he took out his cock. Most of the guys I've been with, they need a little jump start, to get them hard. Greg didn't.

  I dropped to my knees anyways. I thought the tiny pebbles would hurt, but they didn't. I took him into my mouth, the taste of salt and skin and the full sensation in my mouth. I tried not to gag when he went in too deep. I wanted him to think I was good at sex, and he did.

  I stood back up and bent over, my skirt flipped up over my butt, showing off my lacy red panties. He pushed them aside with his finger--didn't even bother to pull them down--and entered me swiftly. I felt full, fuller than I'd felt in months, and I knew he was bigger than Charlie. Not only that but he knew how to use it better, too, hitting me at just the right angle, creating feelings in my pussy I didn't think I'd ever feel without electric vibrations. I tried to be quiet, but I couldn't. When his hand wrapped around my mouth I thought he was trying to keep me quiet but then he pushed two fingers in my mouth and pulled softly. It hurt, but not quite enough to put me off of the feeling of his cock filling me up, making me moan out loud.

  I couldn't stop it, the sounds, not while he kept moving like that, but I knew we would get caught. He pumped me hard, deep, and then he told me he was going to cum.

  "Not inside me, please," I moaned, my voice hoarse and foreign-sounding.

  "Can I cum inside you?" I was almost angry, almost snapped that I'd already told him no. But instead I decided to play with him.

  "Please, Greg," I whimpered. "Please don't."

  He pushed in one last time, hard and deep and I could feel myself tightening around him at the same time I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, and the warmth spreading through me. He kissed me when I turned around, his eyes searching for any anger in my face. I lit a cigarette instead. A the time I'd thought that it was just his room-mate kicking him out for a night of drinking and gambling with a couple of girls who were way out of his league and probably just with him to take his money. I was proven wrong the next time we went out and he wanted me to give him a handjob under the table.

  I tried to talk him out of it but in the end I relented. I didn't find it as hot as he did but it was certainly different than Charlie. My last boyfriend only wanted to have sex in the dark, never wanted foreplay, and didn't play with my breasts. I love having my breasts played with.

  I didn't consider myself a pervert but I had a few things I wanted to try. He never tied me up, never gagged me, and the one time I told him to hit me he looked like he might throw up. I kept him around because my parents liked him and they were nagging me, Jennifer, when are you and that nice Charlie going to give us a grandchild?

  I let him cum in me every night for two years, propped my ass up on a pillow and tried to let his seed work its magic and for two years he didn't let me look my parents in the eyes. I left him with a note filled with lies about why I was leaving, trying to make him feel less like a cunt. He wasn't worth the effort but my parents taught me better than that.

  Greg had been a major change for me. Not only did I have to adjust to being the prude one in the relationship for once, but I also had to worry about someone seeing us when he's slip his hand up my skirt in broad daylight on the street. He took me out after a few weeks to a sex shop, and we bought a few toys. Some of them—an egg, dildo, cuffs—were normal to me, but others were moving a bit fast.

  We were paying when he reached into my shirt and pinched my nipples. He kissed my neck while I watched the clerk, too surprised to push Greg away. The clerk, on the other hand, was completely unphased by what we were doing in front of him.

  He made change, waiting with his hand extended while Greg twisted my nipple, hard, and pressed my hand into his cock. I finally reached out and took the money, scurrying out of the shop. It took forever for my face to stop beating bright red.

  Greg laughed and kissed my neck and I couldn't deny that I was horny. He laid me down in the grass and hiked my skirt up, rubbing my clit through my lacy panties, the ones I wore to be seen by Greg's eyes and touched by Greg's fingers. I didn't hear him unzip his slacks but I felt it when he pushed my panties off to the side and rubbed his cock against my lips, not asking but telling, and he pressed in against me.

  For a second I was worried I wouldn't spread and take him in but suddenly I felt him drill deep into me in a single sharp thrust. I wrapped my legs around his back and let him take me on the grass there, on a hill outside of a sex shop, and as he pulled my tits out I almost felt like I imagined he felt, like I wanted to be seen there. I wasn't sure what came over me but I started to moan and pulled his head down and when he kissed my neck I about wanted to explode on his cock right then and there, and then he bit me. The motherfucker bit me and my pussy clamped down like a vice and he kept right on fucking me, smooth, steady, and I screamed out my pleasure loud enough to wake the dead.

  When he came I begged him to fill me up and give me a baby but he didn't. He pulled out and came on my face and told me I could wash it off when we got home. He then proceeded to stop at every seven-eleven along the way, looking for the perfect hot dog. He let me stay in the car but I could see people walking in and out of the store double-taking, staring, wondering if it could really be what they thought it was. I was hotter than hell by the time we got home and I washed my face but I told him I'd love to do it again some time.

  I couldn't even make it all the way home, I was so goddamn horny that I had to pull off to the side of the highway and pulled out my brand new dildo, set it on the chair below me and sat on the thing, riding the rubber cock until I got home and then sitting in the car bouncing on it until I came, squirting all over the leather interior. I'd need to have it cleaned and the thought of that turned me on but to be honest my pussy was getting a little numb.

  I decided to turn on the boob tube and try to zone out, let the time pass. I'd think about Greg and whether or not there was any future to it later. The television was turned to some situational comedy that I didn't follow, so most of the jokes fell flat and the characters didn't mesh with me but I kept my eyes on it, letting the entire thing wash past me, like lying in a shallow river.

  The water flows past, and you feel it on your skin but it doesn't take you with it. Some part of me wanted that expe
rience, to be able to stay in one place for a while, not get caught up. Another part of me wanted a cock inside of it and the two seemed mutually exclusive.

  I ignored my phone for two days after that, watching bad eighties films and sipping a daiquiri most of the time and thinking altogether very little. I sat and wallowed in my ennui and when I finally answered my phone it was Greg. Apparently I hadn't been answering my phone—who knew.

  He took me out to a nice Italian place with a fellow playing the violin and tread around me on eggshells.

  I think he was worried I'd been scared off and I let him think it, because I was getting the impression that I wouldn't be in charge very long if I left him to his own devices, and I'm nothing if not strong-willed when I need to be. He didn't invite me by and I kissed him when he dropped me off, smiling and making a veiled invitation but I didn't ask him in and I marked it as a personal victory.

  We went out every couple of days after that, and finally I relented and told him I wasn't mad. He nodded and his face was impassive but I could tell that he was performing mental jumping jacks, trying to re-tabulate his understanding of what was ahead. Eventually, like one of those old-time store clerks I could almost see him pull the lever on his register and hear the "ding!" of a decision being made.

  If he paid the bill I didn't see him do it, we just left without even finishing our meals. He mounted me like a stud on the trunk of his car and ruined my dress when he came on it, making a comment about paying for a new one if I was mad but I wasn't. I asked him if he'd ever had anything he wanted to do but was afraid to ask me. He told me that he'd had a few things in mind but wasn't sure how up for them I would be.

  I invited him inside. We sat on the couch and talked terms almost like businessmen. I asked him what he wanted, he asked me what I was comfortable with. In the end I asked if he wanted to turn in and he smirked, leaned in and kissed me hard. He shoved his tongue down my throat and pulled me in close, then smacked my ass and told me he was going to get back home and think about everything.

  Greg pulled my panties down. He took my hands and tied them behind my back. Everything I had to show was laid bare, my pussy free for his eyes. He had a blindfold prepared, a leather mask stitched to cover my eyes and head but leave my nose and mouth open.

  After a moment's consideration, though, he leaned in and whispered. “I think I want you to see everything around you for this.

  The hood can come later." I could feel myself getting wet and he fit the gag into my mouth and pushed me gently out from the car, out from the tinted windows and privacy, into the crowded street. Immediately I saw a dozen faces turn and regard me with a mixture of arousal, curiosity, and disgust playing out on their faces like watching a child finger-paint emotions.

  My horror only compounded when Greg's car pulled away, slow and relaxed like he hadn't just dropped a nude woman off.

  I saw the confusion compounding on everyone's faces as more people turned to look, covering childrens' faces and backing slowly away. One young man walked up and seemed surprisingly disaffected as he asked if I had been put up to this on a dare. I shook my head, gently for fear of drool that I couldn't seem to swallow coming out of my mouth. My eyes started to widen and I worried I might panic when I heard Greg's voice.

  "You can touch, but don't put anything inside her and keep it in your pants for now." I felt Greg's strong arms encircle me, holding me tight but not covering anything. "You're okay, baby."

  The boy reached out and touched my breasts, weighing them and considering their softness and looked up at Gregory: "Can I suck her tits?" I couldn't hear Greg give a response but the boy's head dipped and the last thing I saw was his mouth around my nipple when the world went dark.

  I felt the hood tight on my head, snug, and the boy on my breast started to pet my pussy gently, but not putting anything into me and I let him, trying to ignore my instinct to rub against him. Greg let go of me and grabbed my hand, putting it on his hardness, telling me without words to rub him. I obliged, moving my hand up and down the lump in his pants and I had a measure of satisfaction when I felt him pushing back against me.

  The mask muffled the sounds around me but I could hear Greg and someone else, male, probably the nineteen year old who'd been feeling me up so far, saying something, and then I felt Greg's strong, reassuring hands on the small of my back and he pushed down on my shoulders and I knelt there on the sidewalk.

  A warm, fleshy cock pressed into my cheek, hard and hot and I took it in my hand and started jerking it. I could feel the way that his hips squirmed and I heard more muffled speaking and I felt a sharp pain on my tits—Greg had brought the riding crop into play and he was giving me exactly what I wanted. I tried to moan but it came out muffled and strained around the ring in my mouth.

  I felt Greg tug my hair and a cock slipped past my tongue and started fucking my throat. I gagged a little bit, but it kept coming and I felt my eyes welling up a bit. I felt hands on my breasts and Greg's hands on my head and a riding crop smacked my ass with a thwack and I started to lose my sense of what was going on around me at all.

  It all seemed to meld into one sensation when I realized I was on my back and I felt something enter my pussy and I moaned as hard as I could and felt the cock in my mouth slip into my throat, stretching me on both sides and I came hard on the pavement.

  I tried to tell them to stop, to give me a rest, but it all came out as groans around the cock in my throat and they kept coming.

  The cock in my throat kept thrusting and suddenly I felt him thrust deep and my nose pressed into his crotch he came. Someone slapped my ass hard and I yelped, pressing into the cock in my pussy. Another cock replaced the one that had been in my mouth, fucking my throat and the hands touching my tits got rougher, pinching and slapping, and mouths sucking and I lost it again, squirting again and started to scream.

  The cock in my mouth pulled out for a moment and Greg removed my mask, but the bright light continued to blind me for a moment and before I could reorient myself my pussy's delicious fullness was complimented by a cock in my mouth again, pounding at my throat and then the colors all became a blur and all I understood was how good I felt.

  I felt someone's cum spill on my tits and then another mouth sucked it off and finally the cock in my throat filled my stomach with cum and backed off and I looked up and saw Greg, fucking my pussy while what felt like half the town stared down at me or touched me. He choked me and I tightened on him one final time and he came inside my pussy.

  I layed there in the afterglow while he zipped his pants and I felt thoroughly and truly fucked. He helped me up and walked me to the car, only untying me when it was time to sit down. I sat without saying anything, my eyes closed and I relaxed more completely than I had in years. I heard his door close and I felt the car start to move. I opened my eyes when I felt us coming to a stop at his apartment. He looked at me, concerned.

  "You okay, babe?" I closed my eyes for a second, and kissed him.

  Six weeks later I called my mother and gave her the good news with a smug satisfaction that I can't even begin to describe.

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  Ah, 1950. The year I married the love of my life. She was 22 and I was 23. We had met at a mixer at her community college.

  Her beautiful red hair was the first thing that caught my eye- the second was a flash of her green eyes. Her freckles danced across her skin so beautifully that my heart felt like it could fall right out of my chest. I know love at first sight is as cliché as you can get, but gosh was
this ever love at first sight!

  I sauntered on up to her the best I could, trying to look cool in my hand me down suit that my mother had pressed for me that morning. My hair was cut fashionable and I knew I was reasonably good looking. I guess you could say I had a bit of hubris, because my ego was crushed when she turned me down the first time I asked for a dance. I about cried then and there as she shook her head and said, “Thank you very much, but I would like to stay here for now!”

  At least she had the heart to be kind! I asked her for her name, which she very sweetly informed me was Mary. Gosh did that smile just light up the room!

  I never suspected a thing weird about her. Maybe she was still normal then, or maybe she'd been used as a CIA experiment since she was a child.

  As I pestered her a few more times for a dance, I could tell I was breaking down whatever resistance she had. She finally gave in and I felt like I was on Cloud 9! I really won her over with my dancing skills. We spent the rest of the night chatting with each other, really getting to know each other. I don't know if she felt the same way about me then as I did about her, but every word she spoke melted my heart.

  She was a good Christian girl who lived at home with her mother, father and younger brother. Her dog was a big Rottweiler named Marley who, she said, was as big as a bear. She was quite interested in what I was studying since she had always loved aeroplanes and learning about designing them was very fascinating for her. Yes, I'd say we hit it off quite well.

  A few months later and everything was set for us to be married. I'd asked her father for her hand, which he gladly accepted. He was happy to have me join their family, he said, since I was a good example for his son. Of course I'd spend time with him any time I came to pick Mary up, even taking him to a baseball game every ones in a while!

  It was great to have her family behind the marriage. It really helped everything to smoothly. Both of our parents helped to pay for the huge wedding in Mary's Catholic church, and then we had an even larger party with friends and family that lasted well into the morning.