"About having someone look at your body like that?"
"Well, yes."
"Would you like to see what it feels like, to have a man admiring your naked body?"
"I never would have admitted it till tonight." Paddy was less hesitant. "But I'm so worked up now I think it might be awfully exciting."
"Did it excite you to look at Terry?"
"Oh my god yes!" I felt like taking a bow. "If you weren't here I know I'd be playing with myself right now, it's got me so worked up."
"Well," Marge said, "You got Terry pretty well worked up, and you satisfied him. Don't you think you're entitled to satisfy yourself?"
"Oh no, not in front of you. I don't know how I ever admitted wanting to just now. I'm so ashamed."
"Honey---." It was a softer Marge than I'd ever heard before. "Honey, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Terry's not ashamed, and he let you masturbate him, and he let you see him ejaculate. Sex is something to be enjoyed. Just like Terry enjoyed what you did to him just now. Masturbation is much nicer if someone else does it to you, but everyone does it when they're alone. If you let Terry look at your body you'll find it excites you, and then you can have an orgasm too. Now, take off Terry's sleeping mask and let him see what a beautiful girl's been masturbating him."
Cool fingers removed the mask from my eyes, and I looked up into Paddy's face. Dogface? Not likely! For a nineteenteen year old college girl Paddy was an ace. So this is what I've been missing all this time, I thought. And yet there had certainly been an added excitement about being masturbated by unseen fingers, by someone I'd never seen.
"Look at Terry's poor little prick," Marge said, laughing. "You can see what you've done to him. You gave him such a wonderful time you've completely drained him. And once a man's had an ejaculation like that it takes a while before he can get another erection. Let him look at your body, and see what it does to him."
"You mean---take my clothes off?" Yes please, I thought.
"Just the top to start with," Marge said. "Tease him a little. Show him your bra and let him guess what's inside."
Paddy seemed just a shade too eager to be really as shy as before. She couldn't be too eager for me. The brassiere she showed me was fairly plain and uninteresting, but the way it protruded in two well endowed and very pointed cones was far from uninteresting.
"Watch his prick," Marge said. "See if your body excites him. Take off your bra."
By the time Paddy had pulled the shoulder straps forward over her arms, I could feel my prick beginning to take an interest. Paddy's tits were less than mature, not yet full and round, but they protruded well out from her chest, firm and pointed with the pinkest of aureoles and perky hard looking nipples that made my mouth water.
"Look at his prick now," Marge said. "You're exciting him. Does it feel nice to have him looking at your breasts?"
"Oh yes, it makes them feel as if---." Paddy put her hands up to her tits and clenched them, rubbing her nipples with her palms.
"Is that what you'd like Terry to do to them?"
"Oh yes. More than that. I'm getting dirty ideas I've never had before."
"They're not dirty, honey. This is what sex is all about. Take down your jeans and see what that does to Terry."
Paddy was already naked to the waist, her jeans tightly cinched and hugging her hips and outlining a crotch that my imagination saw as wet with her own excitement. It was all I could do to keep from grabbing my prick and massaging it myself.
As her jeans came down my eyes were fastened on the place where her thighs joined, hoping there would be no panties to hide the cunt I knew must be wet with teen-age dew by now. But I would have to wait. A pair of skimpy panties covered a well defined mound, and her navel was a deep well in her naked belly.
"Marge, I feel so depraved. And I love it." Paddy turned to Marge, deliberately showing me the well developed buttocks with just the beginning of a crack showing above the waistband of her panties. She completed the turn with her shoulders back and her tits thrust proudly out. "I love having him look at me. I never thought it would be like this."
"Show him the rest, then. You want to show him, don't you?"
"Yes, I want to show him all of me. Look at his prick already, and I'm not even naked yet."
"I think he's probably imagining the rest. But take down your panties and see what it feels like having a man look at your cunt for the first time."
As Paddy slid the panties down her legs, bending forward to pull them below her knees, her tits hung down toward me, firm and pointed, and I felt sure the nipples were more swollen than before. I could make those babies swell a lot more, I thought. And then she stood up, stark naked, and posed for me, deliberately staring down at my swollen prick. I couldn't help myself, I had to grab the throbbing organ, masturbating to ease the growing tension but being careful not to get close to having another orgasm. Not yet, anyway. I wanted to keep that for whatever else might develop.
"He's playing with himself!" Paddy exclaimed. "Oh my god, I've got to do it too or I'll die." And she grabbed at the curly covered mound, covering it with her palm, and frigged frantically at her clitoris.
"Is that what having him look at your cunt does to you?" Marge was looking at my pick and I watched her rubbing her thighs together. And then she, too, was pressing one hand to her crotch. Never thought I'd be making Marge cum, I thought. I wonder how long it'll take.
"Yes, it's a most wonderful feeling. Oh Marge, I want to make myself---."
"Cum? Honey, there's nothing wrong with using the right words. But you were able to have a really good look at Terry's prick. You're keeping your cunt hidden from him. Let him have a nice close look. Stand over his face and show him all your secret places."
"But that's so terribly---intimate." Paddy remonstrated. "He won't want me to do that, surely?"
I just had to interrupt. "Paddy darling, do as Marge says. I'd love you to do it."
Paddy straddled my body obediently, her bare feet on either side of my head, and I looked up the length of two slim legs to the place where her thighs joined. Her pubic hair was still a mere fuzz covering the mound that protruded below her belly. Her vulva was open, her inner lips just visible and glistening with juice.
"Put your feet wider apart, honey," I said. "As wide as you can."
Paddy showed no reluctance at all. She spread her legs wide, and her vulva opened wider, and I saw one finger slide down her belly to where her clitoris was hidden.
"You said you were getting dirty ideas, dear," Marge said. "They're not really dirty, honestly. Tell Terry about them."
"I want them to be dirty," Paddy said. She was panting, and frigging hard at her clitoris. "I want to be dirty. I've always wanted to, but the girls said it was wrong. I want to do the most intimate things I can think of, dirty, filthy, disgusting things. You let me kiss your prick, Terry, I'd like you to kiss my pussy. Will you do that? Please?"
Would I?
"Just kneel right down, darling. Sit right down on my face. Put that pretty cunt right into my mouth. Does that sound dirty enough for you?"
Paddy gave a little sob, and sat right down. She sat right on my face. But instead of her cunt going into my mouth it was my nose that went into her cunt, and Paddy gasped, and pressed herself down harder. I put my hands under her naked buttocks and lifted her, and after some wriggling about I had one of her fleshy cunt lips in my mouth.
By this time her whole genital area was wet with juice, her vulva opening to my tongue like a flower as I probed inside. My tongue explored as far as it could reach up inside her vagina, producing more sounds of ecstasy from above as it found more sensitive areas to stimulate. Paddy was moaning and squealing, her crotch writhing on my face and her clitoris rubbing itself against my nose as if it had a life of its own.
And then I felt movement on each side of my own thighs, and the throbbing tumescence that was my prick was enclosed in soft warmth as it was sucked into the depths of a pulsing vagina. A warm ass settled its weight on my groin, and then the body lifted and I felt my prick withdrawing, the muscles of an experienced cunt massaging its length.
This must be Marge, I guessed, a woman I had vaguely lusted after but always considered unattainable. But I had no time for guessing. Marge was evidently as excited by the evening's events as Paddy. Her vagina was already a wide open canal, its lining well lubricated with the cunt juice of an imminent orgasm. I could tell by the force with which she thrust her whole ass onto my groin that there was no way my pole could possibly be swallowed any deeper into her entrails, and she needed that penetration as her body heaved up and down out of control so that my prick could ream out a cunt that must have been crying for fucking all evening.
With my mouth enjoying the ultimate delight of sucking on a drooling cunt, and my prick being masturbated by a cunt on the brink of an orgasm, I could hold out no longer. As Paddy's adolescent squeals were joined by Marge's full throated screams, I felt the surge of sperm pumping deep into Marge's bowels, and for the second time that evening I came, and continued to cum, until my balls were drained dry.
