I Like To Expose Myself for My BF Ch. 03

"I love you."

I reached up and kissed his cock then whispered,

"I love you too. You know that you can fuck them if you want to."

Ethan smiled.

After we'd been sat on the beach for about an hour Becky said that she was glad that we were there alone; she said that she wanted to have some fun later.

I looked at Ethan but didn't say anything. The girls were oblivious about what was probably going to happen quite soon. Ethan smiled and I saw his cock twitch. He was looking forward to it as much as I was.

When the noise started and the girls realised what was happening they ran to where the people were coming ashore and jumped up and down. They just didn't care that they were both naked.

When they got bored they came back to us and saw us I was flat on my back and Ethan was on his side playing with one of my tits.

Liz asked if she could get some of that.

"Go and find one of your own." I said; "there's plenty about."

"I like watching you 2 love birds." Becky said.

Ethan's hand moved down to my pussy and I spread my legs wide.

"Whoa, this is going to be fun." Becky said.

After a couple of minutes I moved Ethan's hand out of the way and started teasing my clit.

The 2 girls were stood at my feet watching my action and Ethan's rapidly hardening cock. A couple of the 18-30s youths had wandered over to get a better look at the 3 naked women.

I took my time; I wanted a bigger audience. It didn't take long. Quite a few were getting bored waiting for their organisers to get things set-up and the boys wanted to look at the naked hotties.

As the audience got bigger Ethan and I did what we'd done the previous times. As I was riding Ethan I looked round and saw that the audience was about 20 strong. Becky was on her towel with a youth. Her legs were up the air whist the youth pounded her pussy.

Liz was also on her back with a youth between her legs eaten her pussy.

The audience cheered when I came, and again when the girls came.

Ethan and I went for a swim to get cleaned up and when we got back the girls were still at it; but with different youths. Both Ethan and I wondered if it was tuning into a gangbang. We left them to it and went and watched the silly games.

About an hour later Beck and Liz found us; both were looking a bit rough and had cum all over them.

"So how many did you each have?" Ethan asked.

"No idea; I stopped counting at 7" Beck said.

"I didn't even count." Liz said.

"Maybe I should get lots of guys to wank all over me too." I said.

"Do you want to?" Ethan asked.

"Maybe."

The girls started watching the games and laughed and cheered just as much as the others there. They just didn't care that their naked bodies were covered in dried cum.

When the 18-30s packed up and left we all went for a swim then lay on our towels recuperating. Becky was the first to feel lively again and she started to tease Ethan again by putting more sun tan lotion on him. She concentrated on his cock which quickly responded to the female fingers. When it has hard she mounted him like I had done earlier (reverse cowboy) and lay motionless on his chest while she frigged herself to an orgasm.

By that time both Liz and I were watching and when Becky was spent she climbed off and looked at us 2. Liz said,

"After you Sophie."

But I insisted that she went next. I went round to Ethan's head and kissed him while Liz mounted him and started frigging.

I don't know how Ethan managed to not cum but he did; that was until Liz had cum and got off him. I quickly mounted him the other way round and rode him until we both came.

Shortly after that we decided to swim back to the boat and head back to the port. Ethan got me to take the wheel for a couple of minutes while he put his shorts on.

When we got there Tom and Mary were waiting and as soon as our boat was tied up the girls kissed both of us, thanked us for a great day and climbed over to their boat.

Mary asked us if we'd had a good day. As we were saying that that we had, and that we thought that the girls had, Tom butted in saying,

"How could you not have a great time, our 2 nymphs were with you."

We went below and had a shower then a slow fuck. Ethan asked me if I was annoyed because he'd fucked the 2 girls.

"Well, for a start you didn't fuck them, they fucked you. Whatever you got up to doesn't matter; you're here with me now." I replied.

One day we anchored off a beach that had a lot of people on it. None of them appeared to be naked so we decided that we'd better swim ashore with some clothes on. I looked through the swim suits that I had and decided that I'd just wear a crotchless bikini bottom. Ethan was pulling his swimming shorts up when I asked him to wear the speedos that he'd brought. He wasn't keen but he put them on.

Boy, are they small and tight; he could only just get his cock inside them when it was soft. I leaned over and pulled the front out and down then kissed his cock. It started to rise and joked that I'd make sure that he had an uncomfortable time.

He slapped my butt and said,

"Don't you dare."

We swam ashore and walked along the beach. No one seemed to notice that my bikini was only strings and that my pussy was on display. Not even when we went to a café to get something to eat.

Ethan and I were sat at a small table opposite each other. As we were eating I lifted my right foot and put it between Ethan's thighs. I eased my foot up and started rubbing Ethan's cock over his speedos.

The inevitable happened and he got a hard-on. As we left Ethan carried our towels in front of him with me giggling.

"It's alright for you;" Ethan said, "this is painful and if I let it out I might get arrested."

"I'll solve that problem for you in a minute lover, just let me have a look at it for now."

Ethan held the towel away from his groin. I looked and saw his cock sticking out of the top of his speedos. His cock had escaped but the speedos looked like they were so tight that they might be cutting-off the circulation to the top few inches of his cock. It did look painful.

We went and found a reasonably quiet part of the beach and lay down with Ethan spooning me. We just lay there with Ethan's cock inside me and one of his hands under me and playing with my nipple. I didn't cum, but Ethan did.

When we got up and moved on Ethan's problem had gone, but my pussy started leaking his cum and I felt it running down the insides of my thighs.

One morning after breakfast Tom was in his deck and we got talking. Somehow the conversation got round to his girls being naked in public and Ethan told Tom about the time that I had my body painted and Ethan had taken me out like that.

Tom said that one day he was going to get Becky and Liz painted and get them to walk around a big city.

"So what's wrong with doing it down here? I'm sure that Sophie would enjoy that as well." Ethan said; "The only problem is finding someone to do the painting; it would have to be someone who is good if the girls are going to walk around a big city."

"No problem there son; I know just the man, and he'd love to paint 3 naked beauties. Leave it with me and I'll get back to you."

The conversation changed subject and I forgot all about it for a couple of days until Tom came knocking on our hull just before we were going out one evening.

"Hey you two, I've got it all fixed-up; are you free tomorrow?" Tom asked.

"Yeah we're free, but free for what?" Ethan asked?

"The body painting of course; I know this tattoo artist in the city and he can fit us in tomorrow morning."

Ethan looked at me and I nodded.

"Great Tom; thank you for organising it; Sophie is going to love it." Ethan replied.

The next morning us 3 girls, Tom and Ethan piled into a taxi and set off for the big city. All 3 of us girls just wore a bikini top and a short wrap skirt. Tom was sat next to Becky and his hand was between her legs for most of the journey.

The tattoo studio was more like a shop with a back room but Manuel (the owner / artist) was good. He had this spray gun that he used to give all 3 of us these amazing, brief, denim shorts and tank tops. He even managed to paint pockets, seams, a fly and belt loops on them. I swear that I would have been fooled right up to very close.

Manuel asked us if we wanted our pussies painting as well. Of course we said that we did, we were going to walk round the city and who knows who would get a look at our crotches. We wanted them to think that they were seeing denim - unless they got nice and close.

The spray gun on my pussy felt kinda nice. Manuel had told us that the paint was water based and I worried that my juices would wash it off before it had time to dry.

We each were given painted short tank tops in different colours, complete with spaghetti straps and logos on them. Mine was white and the paint wasn't really thick enough to stop it from being slightly see-through. I could still see the difference in colour of my nipples.

Manuel asked me what logo or text I wanted painting on my top. I thought for a second then said,

"Hey! I'm up here;" with an arrow pointing up to my face.

Tom had a little chuckle at that.

I couldn't wait to tell my art student dorm mate that she'd have to get one of those spray guns.

When Manuel had finished all 3 of us, both Tom and Ethan wanted to take photos of us so we went and stood outside the tattoo studio and posed for them. They both told us that we looked amazing and I saw Tom give Manuel a wad of notes.

Photos over we all got together to decided where we were going to go. I was a little concerned that the 3 of us were going to be walking around the city wearing only paint and not have any backup plans, or clothes. After all I didn't want to end up in jail.

Both Tom and Ethan assured us that we looked so good that unless we walked right up to someone and got them to kneel down in front of us we wouldn't have any problems. Just to give us some confidence Tom said that he would walk in front of us to keep an eye out for policemen. Ethan said the he'd be close behind us.

Feeling happier we set off with Tom about thirty feet in front of us.

It felt really good walking along in the sunshine.

I suppose that there being 3 of us and no one taking photos or a video of us gave us each more confidence and attracted less attention to us. Very few people gave us a second glance. Even though we weren't getting much attention it still felt good. My pussy was wet and my nipples were hard all the time. I had that constant tingling in my pussy. Becky's and Liz's nipps were hard all the time too.

We wandered further towards the centre of the city attracting very little attention. Becky even went up to a youth and asked for directions to the cathedral. The youth must have been suffering from something because he just pointed down the street and walked off.

All 3 of us were feeling good and confident; so confident that I called Ethan over and asked for some money so that we could buy some ice creams. The 3 of us went up to an open-fronted shop and bought the ice creams. It was a girl serving and about half way through she suddenly got a grin on her face. She must have realised what we were wearing but she did nothing other than smile at us. I looked back as we walked away and saw that both she and a male colleague were looking at us.

We started to get hungry so we stopped at a McDonalds. I wanted Ethan and Tom to sit with us but they said it would be better if we were alone. Amazingly, none of the staff took any notice of what we were wearing whilst serving us but a couple of customers stared at us for a while. I overheard one man telling another,

"Wow, those tops sure are thin."

They were still staring at us when we'd finished eating and as we got up to leave I stood right in front of them for a few seconds before turning and following Becky and Liz. As I walked away I heard,

"I've heard of camel toes but fucking hell man; I didn't think that they made denim that thin."

I giggled to myself and kept walking.

We walked about for about another hour not attracting much attention, before Tom stopped a taxi and we headed back to the harbour.

Ethan wouldn't let me wash the paint off until we'd been out to a bar that evening. For some reason I felt even more naked than when I was wearing just the material-less thong.

One morning when I was coming back from the shop Tom was out on his deck. When he saw me he said hello then started talking and everything and nothing. I was just wearing one of my string only bikini bottoms and it was clear that Tom just wanted to look at me.

Tom told me that they were going to the races that evening and he asked me if we'd like to go with them. I said probably, but that I'd have to check with Ethan.

The conversation ended with me promising to get back to him soon.

I did, Ethan had been listening and when I went below decks Ethan said,

"Take your bikini off and go and tell Tom that we'd love to join them."

"Why get me to rush to take my bikini off?" I asked. "After all it doesn't hide anything."

"Two reasons; firstly I know that you want to be totally naked, and secondly I know that Tom wants to see you totally naked."

I smiled as I slipped out of the bikini, then went up on deck and climbed over to Tom's boat and went over to him. He was sitting down by then and his face was inches from my stomach as I said,

"We'd love to join you tonight Tom, what shall I wear, is it formal or informal?" I asked.

"Not swimwear and not formal." Tom said. "So I don't think that you should arrive like that or in a long glitzy gown."

As Tom was talking to me he put his right hand on my left thigh and was gently moving his hand up and down.

I stepped back and said,

"Okay, see you this evening."

When I got back to Ethan I told him that Tom had rubbed my thigh. Ethan's answer was,

"If you fancy him, go for it. His family seem quite generous with sexual favours."

"But he's ancient." I said.

"Hey, don't knock the old; you'll be that age sometime. If you fancy him go for it. I couldn't possibly object."

I kissed Ethan, thanked him then got on with getting breakfast.

We went to the 18-30s beach that day and put on another show. When we got back I had the problem of what to wear.

In the end I settled for a simple thin cotton miniskirt and a halter top.

A big taxi was waiting for us all when we went up and piled in. Poor Ethan got squeezed between the girls and me squeezed against Tom.

The journey took about an hour and we seemed to be going inland, up into the hills. When we arrived and got out we were at what looked like a farm. There was a big house and big outbuildings.

We were met by a skimpily clad young woman who led us round the back of a big barn and to a table big enough for the 6 of us.

I looked round and saw about 30 people, half of which were young women. As another skimpily clad young woman brought us some drink I looked away from the barn and saw what looked to be some sort of very short track.

"Is that where the horses race; it doesn't look very long?" I asked.

Tom nearly choked into his glass then said,

"Well yes, but it isn't horses; it's ponies; ponygirls."

Ethan's eyes lit up and I looked puzzled. Both girls giggled.

"Do you mean girl ponies as in mares?" I asked.

"No," Ethan said, "Girls pretending to be ponies."

Again the girls giggled.

"What, girls racing on their hands and feet?"

Tom had been quietly smiling up to that point but he intervened and said,

"Sophie, in a few minutes a man is going to ask for girl volunteers, both Becky and Liz are going to volunteer so why don't you join them. I can guarantee that you won't regret it. Ethan, I hope that you've got your camera with you; you're going to want to record this."

"Well, I guess so, what's it like Becky?" I asked.

"Fun." Liz said for Becky.

Tom was right, 5 minutes later a man got on a loudspeaker system and asked for volunteers. Beck and Liz grabbed my hands and led me to the front. A couple of minutes later there were 9 volunteers.

We were led into one end of the barn and each led to a pile of leather straps and other things. A man was standing at each pile and when a girl went to him she started getting undressed. Wondering what was going on, I too started to undress.

None of the girls were wearing much so it didn't take long and I started to see leather harness' being put on the girls. Then a horses bit was put in our mouths and a bridle and reins were strapped on.

Thinking that I'd got myself into some sort of fetish evening I looked at Becky and Liz, who seemed quite happy so I decided to go along with things.

No sooner that I'd got all strapped up the man picked up a big butt plug and attached some long purple hair. As he motioned for me to bend over I realised that he was going to stick it up my butt. Thankfully he dipped it in a big tin of some sort of lubricant before he put it to my butt and gently pressed.

I moaned a bit as the butt plug slowly disappeared up my butt. The man then joggled it about a bit until he was satisfied that it wasn't about to get ejected.

I realised that the purple hair was supposed to be my tail. I looked round and saw that all the other girls were 'dressed' in a similar way to me and all had different colour 'tails'.

Once I was 'dressed' to the satisfaction of the man he took hold of my reins and led me to the other half of the barn. In there I saw about a dozen little carts; a bit like what I knew as the 'traps' in pony and trap' only there were no ponies, only girls.

I was led to one of the carts and backed in between the handles. Looking around I saw a couple of the other girls being led out of the barn by their reins and each was pulling their cart.

I lifted the handles of the cart and was surprised how light it was.

"Easy." I thought as the man pulled on my reigns.

All 9 of us ponygirls were paraded passed the audience where I felt a little stupid but Both Becky and Liz appeared to be enjoying it. We were then led to one end of the track. There we were split into groups of three.

One group was led to the starting line and the men climbed onto the carts. A starter pistol was fired and the 3 ponygirls were off. It only took a few minutes for the girls to pull their carts to the finish but it did look hard work.

Next it was my group. When the man climbed on I was surprised how well balanced the cart was. Okay, moving to the start was harder than walking without the man on the cart but it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.

When the pistol fired I set off as quick as I could. I hadn't noticed before but the man on my cart had a little whip and after a few seconds I felt that whip on my bare butt. It hurt.

I managed to finish second, which I was reasonably happy with.

After the third race the losers from each race were led away leaving just 6 ponygirls.

Two more races and we were down to 4. Both Becky and I had made it through to the final.

Before the final race we 4 finalists were led over to the audience, lined up facing them and told to stand with our feet apart. The losers (who had been led away to the barn) were the led out of the barn (minus their carts and their bits) by their reins. Their wrists had been strapped together behind their backs.

Four of the losers were led in front of the 4 finalists and told to kneel in front of them. A whistle was blown and the losers leaned forward and started licking the pussies of the ponygirl in front of them. I hadn't been expecting that but I soon accepted it and relaxed to enjoy the experience.

After a couple of minutes the whistle blew again and the losers stopped licking then stood up. They were then moved to the ponygirl on their left and the spare loser was in front of one of us winners.