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21/08/2011
Hi, not sure if any of you remember me, I last posted about a year ago, and was two thirds of the way through a three part story about my holiday in Butlins when my world kind of fell apart. I haven't really felt like righting about my life since then, until I few weeks ago when I re-read my stories and found myself getting quite aroused. Before I post some of the things that have happened to me, I will just say the third part of the Butlins story will probably never be told as that was the start of my breakup with my long term partner, who introduced me to the exciting world of dares.
For those who do not know me, I am from South Wales, slim, 5ft 7inches tall, with a good shape. I've always been slightly careless after alcohol and willing to do what ever my partner asked. This is my first post involving some (relatively!) sober dares, which to be quite honest I found quite frightening at first, before really starting to enjoy....
After the Butlins incident my partner and I lead a few strained months, and our relationship was on the rocks. I was desperate to keep him, but in a drunken night had gone further than ever before, and although he had encouraged my at the time, he had been unable to cope with the outcome.
IT was therefore a surprise when he suggested a romantic weekend away, in the Northern Town where we first met. Hopeful that we were starting to rebuild our relationship I packed some of my sexiest outfits and we started the drive north.
On the way up my partner slowly bought the conversation round to something he wanted be to do, and being desperate to keep the relationship alive, I nervously agreed. In the UK you can produce your own personalised calendars by emailing photo's to a firm, and they would print a professional looking calendar. He was a keen photographer and I'd posed for him before, but I was a bit worried about why he wanted a calendar (where would he display it) and all he would say about the photo's is that he had a few dares he wanted to take photo's off.
This is the first part of the story, about the first set of photo's. Whether this will last out for a full 12 stories will depend on the length as I type.
We hadn't even booked into the hotel when we pulled over by a park. I was told to totally strip, and put my long coat back on. I'd been naked in a park before so at that point wasn't too worried. He lead me from the car and across the part towards a rugby field, where it appeared a team wee finishing training. I was told to wait and he went over to speak to the team before calling me over to about 20 sweaty males of all shapes and sizes. Now I was sober, and a very bizarre mix or scared and excited. However most of all I wanted to please my partner.
"drop your coat" was his instruction, and although slightly startled by his directness I did so, with my hands naturally drifting to cover my parts. I'd done similar things drunk, but this was very different, however I felt all the eyes on me, and could feel some tinges of excitement in my body.
I'd watched rugby, but when my partner said I was going to help the team finish his training I wasn't sure what he meant. For those of you that have never seen the game (and others that might enjoy it!), I'll describe the events in detail.
The big blokes are responsible for winning the ball, on of the ways they due this is a scrum, where 8 of them form into a very tight huddle, in a set formation and attempt to push the other team back. I was first told I was going to be the hooker in the scrum, which given my nakedness was probably appropriate!
The coach explained how a scrum was formed. First I stood between two really heavy (fat!) sweaty blokes. This was not a pleasant experience as they'd been training for a while before we'd got there. The two men stood alongside be and ut there hands around my back and each rested a hand on my hip on the opposite side, pulling us all really close. When I say hip the two guys would normally hold onto the hookers waistband, an that was obviously the reason their hands kept slipping down to my arse.
Having watched the game I had a god idea what game next, as the front row leaned forward (with my breasts swinging free), two really tall, and very well formed lads knealt behind us and stuck their heads between the front row. TO do this each rest a shoulder on the hookers behind, and the other shoulder on the props. They hold themselves up by putting their outside arm through the props legs and grabbing the top of his shorts (honest!).
At this point I was stilled quite scared, but starting to get wet. The sweaty blokes in the front row groping my behind were doing nothing for me, but standing between the two second row's heads with the faces inches from my bare bodies was. The remainder of the scrum formed quickly, my partner took a few snaps and then we broke the scrum up. Although now dripping wet I was kind of relieved, until my partner said "prop next!".
We reformed and this time the second row slipped his had between my legs, and as he had nothing to grab onto, basically rested it against my well trimmed pubic hair. His bare arm was pressed tight against his arm, and he could definitely feel how wet I was, and the fact his arm was rubbing hard against me didn't help.
We finished the scrum with me as number 8, which basically meant I stood at the back of the scrum, with my naked bum stuck up in the air. It sounds quit tame until you realise that onl 7 blokes were in the scrum and the other 13 were having a good look at my ever more wet entrance.
Again my partner took more pictures and I was relieved it was over, hoping desperately he would take me back to the car and relieve my ever increasing ache.
Instead the coach suggested some mauling practice. Again this sounded like a joke, but was actually similar to a scrum, but with no organised positions as it developed in the middle of a game. Soon I was in the middle of about 10 men, all allegedly moving the ball towards the back of the maul, whilst pushing forward. The other ten were pushing against them to stop them moving down the pitch. It had been arranged that I would be all but standing up in the middle, so that my partner would get the best pictures. This also meant I was kind of helpless and as well practiced the maul I had hands all over my body, and no idea whose they were.
My partner seemed determined to get a certain shot, and we had to take a few mauls to help him. As they went on the players got bolder. I soon felt a tongue against my arse, and not long after I fell a finger between my legs. Before we finished both my arsehole and lips had fingers inside them, and I was sure the two inside my lips were from different people.
Trying to hide the pleasure I came as quietly as a could, confused by my partner's reaction. He'd hardly come near me for weeks, and our relationship was on the rocks due to a previous experience getting out of hand, but now he just smiled as I enjoyed these men bringing me to orgasm?
to be continued.....
For those who do not know me, I am from South Wales, slim, 5ft 7inches tall, with a good shape. I've always been slightly careless after alcohol and willing to do what ever my partner asked. This is my first post involving some (relatively!) sober dares, which to be quite honest I found quite frightening at first, before really starting to enjoy....
After the Butlins incident my partner and I lead a few strained months, and our relationship was on the rocks. I was desperate to keep him, but in a drunken night had gone further than ever before, and although he had encouraged my at the time, he had been unable to cope with the outcome.
IT was therefore a surprise when he suggested a romantic weekend away, in the Northern Town where we first met. Hopeful that we were starting to rebuild our relationship I packed some of my sexiest outfits and we started the drive north.
On the way up my partner slowly bought the conversation round to something he wanted be to do, and being desperate to keep the relationship alive, I nervously agreed. In the UK you can produce your own personalised calendars by emailing photo's to a firm, and they would print a professional looking calendar. He was a keen photographer and I'd posed for him before, but I was a bit worried about why he wanted a calendar (where would he display it) and all he would say about the photo's is that he had a few dares he wanted to take photo's off.
This is the first part of the story, about the first set of photo's. Whether this will last out for a full 12 stories will depend on the length as I type.
We hadn't even booked into the hotel when we pulled over by a park. I was told to totally strip, and put my long coat back on. I'd been naked in a park before so at that point wasn't too worried. He lead me from the car and across the part towards a rugby field, where it appeared a team wee finishing training. I was told to wait and he went over to speak to the team before calling me over to about 20 sweaty males of all shapes and sizes. Now I was sober, and a very bizarre mix or scared and excited. However most of all I wanted to please my partner.
"drop your coat" was his instruction, and although slightly startled by his directness I did so, with my hands naturally drifting to cover my parts. I'd done similar things drunk, but this was very different, however I felt all the eyes on me, and could feel some tinges of excitement in my body.
I'd watched rugby, but when my partner said I was going to help the team finish his training I wasn't sure what he meant. For those of you that have never seen the game (and others that might enjoy it!), I'll describe the events in detail.
The big blokes are responsible for winning the ball, on of the ways they due this is a scrum, where 8 of them form into a very tight huddle, in a set formation and attempt to push the other team back. I was first told I was going to be the hooker in the scrum, which given my nakedness was probably appropriate!
The coach explained how a scrum was formed. First I stood between two really heavy (fat!) sweaty blokes. This was not a pleasant experience as they'd been training for a while before we'd got there. The two men stood alongside be and ut there hands around my back and each rested a hand on my hip on the opposite side, pulling us all really close. When I say hip the two guys would normally hold onto the hookers waistband, an that was obviously the reason their hands kept slipping down to my arse.
Having watched the game I had a god idea what game next, as the front row leaned forward (with my breasts swinging free), two really tall, and very well formed lads knealt behind us and stuck their heads between the front row. TO do this each rest a shoulder on the hookers behind, and the other shoulder on the props. They hold themselves up by putting their outside arm through the props legs and grabbing the top of his shorts (honest!).
At this point I was stilled quite scared, but starting to get wet. The sweaty blokes in the front row groping my behind were doing nothing for me, but standing between the two second row's heads with the faces inches from my bare bodies was. The remainder of the scrum formed quickly, my partner took a few snaps and then we broke the scrum up. Although now dripping wet I was kind of relieved, until my partner said "prop next!".
We reformed and this time the second row slipped his had between my legs, and as he had nothing to grab onto, basically rested it against my well trimmed pubic hair. His bare arm was pressed tight against his arm, and he could definitely feel how wet I was, and the fact his arm was rubbing hard against me didn't help.
We finished the scrum with me as number 8, which basically meant I stood at the back of the scrum, with my naked bum stuck up in the air. It sounds quit tame until you realise that onl 7 blokes were in the scrum and the other 13 were having a good look at my ever more wet entrance.
Again my partner took more pictures and I was relieved it was over, hoping desperately he would take me back to the car and relieve my ever increasing ache.
Instead the coach suggested some mauling practice. Again this sounded like a joke, but was actually similar to a scrum, but with no organised positions as it developed in the middle of a game. Soon I was in the middle of about 10 men, all allegedly moving the ball towards the back of the maul, whilst pushing forward. The other ten were pushing against them to stop them moving down the pitch. It had been arranged that I would be all but standing up in the middle, so that my partner would get the best pictures. This also meant I was kind of helpless and as well practiced the maul I had hands all over my body, and no idea whose they were.
My partner seemed determined to get a certain shot, and we had to take a few mauls to help him. As they went on the players got bolder. I soon felt a tongue against my arse, and not long after I fell a finger between my legs. Before we finished both my arsehole and lips had fingers inside them, and I was sure the two inside my lips were from different people.
Trying to hide the pleasure I came as quietly as a could, confused by my partner's reaction. He'd hardly come near me for weeks, and our relationship was on the rocks due to a previous experience getting out of hand, but now he just smiled as I enjoyed these men bringing me to orgasm?
to be continued.....
Poster:
Emma
