April 6
Recap for people just joining my journal: My brother Artie invited me to visit him at college to celebrate my 18th birthday. He told me that my birthday gift would be a Weekend of Sexual Surprises-- the perfect gift for somebody as over-sexed as I am. I didn't know what to expect, but it turned out to be the best weekend of my young life. My brother knows how to make a girl happy.
The first surprise, Friday evening, was a full-fledged lesbian clit-licking that left me gasping for breath. Surprise #2 was a zip-less fuck in the dark, in the middle of the night, administered by a well-hung anonymous stranger with a hairy chest. After that, I needed some sleep. On Saturday, Surprise #3 was an afternoon tryst with a virgin freshman electrical engineer named Howard. He's no longer a virgin, and is now a much happier person.
Now I'll tell you what happened next. Surprise #4 was the best of all: Artie had arranged for me to be "the center of attention" at a bukkake Saturday evening. A bukkake! What a perverted thing to do! This was going to be great.
Artie told me that a bukkake hadn't been easy to arrange. At an engineering school, where there are so few women, the prospect of an encounter with a naked girl is something that attracts a lot of attention from the guys in the dorm. But when they find out that they're going to have to get naked and hard and jack off onto the girl while all the other guys are watching, not so many are willing. But Artie had found a half-dozen (all freshmen, of course) who were enthused, and six cocks would be a plenty big crowd. All of them had promised to go three full days without jerking off so that they'd have a big load to decorate me with. Some of them might actually have done it.
As Artie was telling me this, I was getting hornier and hornier. Actually, the afternoon encounter with Howard the ex-virgin had gotten me pretty juiced up, and it had been
hours
since my last orgasm, so it didn't take much to get me horny. There were going to be six naked cocks for me to play with and suck on!
Google had links to bukkake porno sites so we looked at those. They were filled with photos of naked 40-year-old prostitutes getting cum on their faces and pretending that it turned them on. Disgusting. No, no, no, that was all wrong. I didn't want that, I wanted something much sexier.
So Artie and I thought about it. Somehow it didn't seem right to just get naked, lie down on the floor, and have six guys walk in, take off their clothes, and start jacking off. I needed to do something to get everybody in the mood (and hard). We decided that the solution was sexy lingerie and a little bit of a show to get things started.
I hadn't known what to expect for the weekend, so I had brought a large supply of different kinds of fuck-me clothes. I decided to try on a "natural nipples" bra under a see-through gauze shirt. Have you ever seen a "natural nipples" bra? It's a lacy frilly bra, except that each cup has an opening at the front so the nipple is uncovered. Very useful when you want your nipples to stick out through your shirt, and very sexy under a see-through blouse.
I modeled this for my brother to see what he thought. He liked it very much, of course. He's easy to please. We decided that the thong bottom was better than the crotch-less panties, and added on a skimpy pair of sheer boy-shorts over it, to give me one more thing to take off. We considered a pair of sexy sandals that I had brought, but decided that bare feet would be better. I didn't want to get the sandals messy.
I had also brought a little battery-operated vibrator. It's quiet enough that I can use it at home, but it really turns me on. I thought the six boys would enjoy watching me use it.
Artie gave me a heads-up that one of the guys coming to the bukkake was somebody named Davey, who was the self-appointed president of the dorm's Virgin Club. This was a group of guys who would hang around in somebody's room late at night, complaining about their virginity and moaning that they were never going to get laid. Artie pointed out that they wouldn't actually
do
anything about the problem -- like call up a girl on a telephone or talk to one in class. They just liked to complain.