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The Wet T- Shirt Contest
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
THE WET T-SHIRT CONTEST
It all started because my husband, Carl, likes to show me off to his
friends. I have a nice face and a really good body (my husband says I'm a
perfect 10). Whenever he goes on a trip, he always buys me some sexy
underwear or a sexy swimsuit. Although I never wear the underwear when
other people are around, I don't mind wearing the most revealing swimsuits
or the skimpiest bikini. I always attract a lot of attention from the guys
around the pool. I enjoy it because it makes me feel daring and sexy.
Last winter, my husband got excited about the idea of showing off more
of my body in public. I felt shy about it, but since we try to help each
other out with our fantasies, I thought I should try to go along with him.
We talked about lots of options, from nude beaches to posing for some
modeling shots. Those things sounded okay to me, and I agreed to try some
of them when spring came.
One day in April, my husband called me at work in the late afternoon. He
sounded very excited and he told me to meet him at a club called Jake's as
soon as I got off work. Jake's is a nice place where he and I sometimes
party. He said he had found our fantasy.
At five, I got into my car and shot over to Jake's, curious to find out
what all this excitement was about. He met me just inside the lobby and
escorted me to a cozy booth. "What's up?" I asked him.
With a mischievous grin, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a
flier. He held it up for me to read.
"It's an amateur contest here at Jake's!" he said.
I looked at him blankly.
"You know! Wet T-shirt. Topless, if you want!"
Just then, the waitress brought our drinks. I don't think I ever needed
one as badly as I did then. I was petrified and cast about wildly for a way
to talk him out of this insanity. Sitting topless on a beach was one thing,
but dancing nude in front of a hundred people was more than I was ready
for.
He persisted, though, and over the next week I grew more accepting of
the idea. I convinced myself that the $500 prize money could buy us a
vacation or a new refrigerator. I also noticed that our lovemaking was even
more passionate than usual and, on my part at least, was accompanied by
fantasies of people looking at me. Finally, I agreed to do it.
Since I had only two weeks to get ready, I arranged to go to a tanning
salon every day after work to get rid of my winter whiteness. I've always
been a good dancer, but each night I practiced and worked out a little
routine to ZZ Top's song "Legs". My husband says the song could have been
written about me. It really turned him on to watch me dance, particularly
the last part when I pulled off my pink T-shirt. He always had a huge hard
on when I finished and I always put it to good use. His cock is nine inches
long, and I have never been able to get very much of it in my mouth. But as
each night passed and our excitement increased while the event grew closer,
I noticed that I was able to suck it in at least an extra inch per night.
On the night before the contest, I felt his dark and curly pubes tickling
my nose as his hot, sweet come shot all the way down the back of my throat.
On the night of the contest, though, he practically had to drag me into
Jake's. The club was packed, and I noticed that at least three men I knew
from work were there. I could have died.
When I got backstage, I calmed down a little. Most of the others were as
scared as I was, since we were all local girls who had never done this kind
of thing before. There were a dozen of us and we helped each other with our
hair and costumes. My husband had given me a large bottle of baby oil and I
dutifully oiled myself until I glistened like polished chrome.
I was the last one to go out; the waiting was agony. I had a knot in my
stomach and couldn't see what was going on out front, but when each girl
came back from her dance, I could see the excitement in her eyes. Since
they were all beautiful, I knew I didn't have a chance of winning. I looked
in the mirror and adjusted the little pink and yellow striped triangles
that covered my crotch and butt, knotted the hot pink T-shirt tight in
front, and, when they finally called my name, said to myself, "Give 'em
hell!"
When I got onstage, I was surprised because the lights were so bright
and so hot. I couldn't see anyone out in the audience and that helped me to
relax. Two waiters came onstage, each with a bucket of water. As the music
started, they doused me with it.
As I danced, I was filled with a wonderful mixture of fear and
sensuality. I was aware of the tight, firm globes of my breasts. I was
aware of my cunt and my ass. As the men cheered me on, I danced like never
before.
Suddenly, I realized that I was nearly at the end of the song. I almost
hesitated, but the excitement was building within me so much that the
thought of not taking my clothes off was the most disappointing thought
there could be. In one quick movement, I pulled my shirt off.
The crowd was impressed. I was so turned on I couldn't breathe. My
nipples were as tight as two cherry pits and, as I ran my fingers over
them, I could feel the energy in the room rise.
The song had reached the last chorus when I realized that this was not
enough for me and, with that thought, I grabbed the bow at the side of the
bikini and yanked as hard as I could. The next second, I was standing in
front of a hundred men, perfectly, gloriously, and completely naked:
wearing just my high heels, my wet hair, and the oil glistening on my body.
The crowd went wild as I pushed my cunt toward them and slowly drew my
fingers up the inside of my thighs and up along the sides of my mound. Then
I took a long finger and slid it down my flat belly and into my crack,
closing my eyes and coming harder than I had ever come before.
I guessed I must have won, because the next thing I knew, the two
waiters were up there with me holding my arms up high and cheering. The
emcee was shaking a big bottle of champagne and pointing it at me.
I don't have to tell you what it looked like as the white foam came
spurting out of the neck of the bottle and covered me with tiny little
bubbles. I closed my eyes and came again. They practically had to carry me
offstage.
That night, clutching the winner's check in my hand, I took my husband
out onto a mattress on the deck in the backyard and made him fuck my body
until neither of us could come again. When we awoke, the sun was shining
brightly and we were naked before the world. I had the delicious feeling
that one of our neighbors had been peeking at us through the fence.
The story could have ended there, if not for the fact that my husband
went out of town for a long business trip about a month later. One night,
after he had been gone for a few days and I was sick of watching TV alone,
I got into the car and drove down to Jake's. I suppose I was drawn by the
memory of the excitement I had experienced there.
Since it was a weeknight, the place was pretty empty. I saw my three men
friends from work (the same ones that had been there the night of the
contest) and joined them at the bar. They had been nice enough not to
embarrass me at work by mentioning the dancing. In this environment, I felt
they were looking at me in a different way, which made me feel warm inside.
In a way, they had shared the most exciting and sexual night of my life,
and their company was just what I wanted.
Finally, the bar had emptied except for us and the bartender. The talk
turned to the contest. They expressed sincerely how turned on they had been
watching me dance naked. Since they knew me personally from the office,
they each said it was the most exciting thing they had ever seen. It made
me feel good to know that it had been as special for them as it had for me.
I tried to explain what I had gone through up there on the stage and, to my
surprise, they really seemed to understand. We all shared humorous
experiences from childhood days of nudity "behind the woodshed" and laughed
at the memories of our shyness and excitement at those times.
Drew, the most shy and handsome one of the bunch, looked at me and said,
"I'd really like to see you dance again."
The others all chimed in their agreement. Thinking they were kidding, I
made a joke about never dancing for less than $500. To my enormous
surprise, all four of them reached into their wallets and pulled out a
crisp new hundred-dollar bill. R.J., the bartender, walked over to the till
and pulled out a fifth one. He put it on top of the pile. I knew he could
get into a lot of trouble for that, and I was touched by their sweetness
and fired up by their desire. I felt a flame of sexual excitement ignite
deep within my cunt and lick its way up to my tits.
Who am I kidding? I thought to myself. I want this as much as they do!
I gave them my sweetest smile and, stuffing the $500 into the pocket of
my tight jeans, slipped off the barstool and told them to lock the door and
get things ready for me.
Backstage, I found some more baby oil. I undressed in front of the
mirror and slowly slicked it all over my body, letting the moment build. I
slipped my panties back on and pulled the little tuxedo shirt I had worn
over my jeans. With a little laugh, I realized I had even worn heels with
my jeans, something I would almost never do. I wondered what Freud would
have said about that!
I heard the music start up outside and almost fell over myself running
up the stairs to get on the stage. Again, I was surprised by how bright the
lights were and I realized that except for the noise, it was impossible to
see whether there were four men in the audience or 400. I decided to
pretend it was 400.
Suddenly, I was sprayed down with ice-cold water from two buckets. The
shock of the cold water sent sparks through me, and I began dancing in a
sizzling frenzy of lusty motion.
This time I didn't wait so long to pull my top off. My breasts were
outlined in the wet shirt and, as they shimmered and shook, they almost
cried out to be seen by the eyes of those excited men.
I danced topless for awhile, drinking in the long looks of my friends
until the excitement in my body began to shift from my tits to my cunt. I
wiggled out of my tiny panties and felt the attention center on my slender
waist and hips, at my flat belly, and at the place where my legs met my
body. I felt like I was sucking them deep into my wet cunt from across the
room. I closed my eyes and rocked to the music and, as they watched me, I
slid my finger slowly down through my pubes and into my crack. I went off
into waves of ecstasy.
When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see Drew in front of me,
swaying to the music without a stitch of clothing on. I guess he wasn't as
shy as I thought!
He must have seen the excited look in my eyes, because he smiled and
dropped to his knees. He motioned me forward, toward him. Once again, I
couldn't breathe.
The music slowed and I danced toward him. He reached out and pulled my
wet, silky mound onto his face. He put his hands on each of my buttocks. As
his tongue flicked back and forth over my clit, it sent waves of hot and
cold through me. I dropped my head back and arched my breasts forward,
dancing for the entire crowd.
Then Drew was on his back and pulling me down on top of him. I knelt
astride his muscular hips and felt him inject his hard cock deep into the
wetness of my warm cunt. His cock wasn't as long as my husband's, but it
was thicker, and as I settled down on top of it and began to grind slowly,
it filled me with excitement. As he bucked beneath me and I swayed above
him, I felt the eyes of the others on me. Opening my eyes, I realized that
I could make out their faces just within the ring of lights. I looked deep
into their eyes as Drew fucked me.
Drew came long before I wanted him to, shooting hot jets of come deep
into my love cave. I was about to cry out in desperation, when I felt
something soft brush my cheek.
There beside me was R.J., standing above me with the biggest cock I had
ever seen. Far out, I thought, tag-team fucking! Gratefully, I turned to
him and sucked him all the way into my mouth. Drew grew limp inside me and
lay there on his back with his hands behind his head and watched as I
sucked off R.J. When he came, filling my mouth with his warm load, I was
ready to have it done to me. One by one, the others came up with their
rock-hard cocks ready to penetrate me as the others watched and helped.
At one point, I had a hard cock in each hand and one in my mouth as Drew
gave me a douche with iced champagne. He shook the bottle and, as the foam
spewed out under pressure, shoved it up my juicy twat. No man had ever come
inside me with that much power. It was like a rocket of orgasm taking me
away with it. After that, I was definitely ready for more, and so were
they.
I guess we went on for several hours. Much later, when we had stopped
for a rest and were sitting entangled together on the stage, I saw R.J.
fiddling with something on the side of the stage. I asked him what he was
doing and to my shock, he told me he had videotaped the whole thing.
Fearful, I began to protest, be he gently told me to wait before I made a
decision and that if I wanted the tape destroyed, it would be mine to
destroy.
He rewound the tape and, as we sipped fresh champagne, I watched myself
dancing and undressing, then being fucked by one after the other of these
strong young bodies. We all got so excited that we went at it all over
again.
Now my husband and I watch that video all the time. I was afraid to show
it to him at first, and I know he was really shocked, but we have a pretty
open relationship and besides, it was his fantasy that got this whole thing
started in the first place. In fact, now he's so turned on my the tape,
he's organized a reunion of the whole group this Saturday night so we can
make a new video. As for me, well, now that I know what really turns me on,
I'm happy for any opportunity to perform.
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