Cleo & Me
Copyright© 2026 by Popsicolous
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - When I first met Cleo, I thought she was just a beautiful girl. I had no idea I was about to embark on an incredible journey through exhibitionism... (First chapter of a series)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Heterosexual Sharing Exhibitionism
“Now that you’ve given me a taste of how you fuck, you’ll never get rid of me.”
Cleo immediately proved those words right. After our first embrace, we developed an incredible sexual chemistry. She would spend the night at my place at least three times a week, and of course, before bed, we’d fuck like crazy. When we weren’t busy, she’d stay at my place all day.
She soon developed the habit of wandering around the house naked. Needless to say, in situations like that, it was easy for desire to explode, and we’d find ourselves fucking on the nearest surface.
Of course, there was more. We discovered we had many passions in common. We liked the same types of films, for example. Plus, Cleo was friendly, cheerful, self-deprecating, and extremely smart, all qualities I greatly appreciate in a woman.
But there was a side of her personality that initially shocked me and which, I confess, I struggled to get used to. My beautiful redhead was a serial exhibitionist.
After the first so-called photoshoot, she wanted to be photographed again, and again, and again. She struck erotic poses, then masturbated in front of the camera. Sometimes she’d pleasured herselfto the point of orgasm, and I would make sure to get a close-up of her face contorted in a grimace of pleasure. Other times, she would stop early, and as soon as I put the camera down, she would jump on me to fuck me wildly.
One day, I decided to do something crazy. I suggested: “Why don’t we fuck in front of the camera? I’ll set up the tripod, set the self-timer, and off we go!”
I expected her to accept, but not with the kind of enthusiasm that made her say: “Sure! Let’s make a sex album!”
Just a minute later, Cleo was naked, doggy style, on the couch. I set up my camera, then undressed. I was so excited that my cock was already rock-hard. I climbed onto the couch behind her and immediately noticed how wet she was. Without hesitation, I entered her with a sharp thrust.
“Come on, fuck me! Tear my pussy apart!” she urged.
Fuck, girl, at least give me time to get started!
I quickly obliged and began pounding her. The room soon filled with the sound of my crotch slamming against her ass and the clicks of the camera. My hard cock slid back and forth in her hot, wet pussy. As you can imagine, I couldn’t hold out long.
“I’m gonna cum!” I howled as my seed filled Cleo.
She moaned along with me, but by now I’d gotten used to her moans and realized she wasn’t having an orgasm. So, right after I came, I pulled away, flipped her over onto her back, and dove between her legs to lick her. It seemed the least I could do to please her with my mouth. I was so horny that I didn’t immediately realize I was licking a pussy full of cum. I only realized it when I tasted my own semen for the first time: it was, how can I say, strange but not unpleasant.
I’m not bad at cunnilingus, so Cleo came after a few minutes. I felt her moan and shudder from head to toe, but I kept licking without missing a beat. When I pulled away, I sought my girlfriend’s gaze and lustfully licked my lips, cleansing them of her juices and the residue of semen.
Cleo shuddered again, then ordered me: “Kiss me! I want to feel our flavors together!”
I readily obliged. It was a kiss full of passion and lust.
From then on, almost every fuck we had was in front of the camera. I couldn’t help but notice that under those circumstances Cleo would go wilder than usual and her pussy would get wetter than ever.
When she was particularly inspired, she would even let me have her ass. Before then, I’d had to work hard to have anal sex with a girl, but Cleo, in her wildest form, let me fuck her there like it was nothing. It was as if being photographed had an aphrodisiac effect on her. She took it like crazy, she squeezed my hips as if she wanted to crush me, she sucked my cock so hard she almost tore it off.
However, her exhibitionism didn’t stop there. Every time we went out, alone or with friends, she dressed in such a way as to attract the gaze of everyone around us.
After the first few nights and my initial hesitation, I pointed it out to her: “Don’t you think you dress a little too ... flashy?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, perplexed.
“Well, you always have these super-short miniskirts, those plunging necklines, those stiletto heels...”
“So?”
“So everyone’s looking at you.”
“And don’t you like making everyone who looks at me jealous? Think about it: they drool over me, but I’m already taken. So they envy the lucky guy who gets to be with me.”
I sighed. Cleo’s logic was flawless. Furthermore, even though I wasn’t ready to admit it to her yet, the idea of her flaunting herself turned me on. It wasn’t just about the pride of having such a beautiful and desirable girlfriend: on a subconscious level, the very thought of her putting herself on display got me going. But that was something I would only fully process much later.
We’d been together for a couple of months when we finally organized our first vacation together. I handled the planning since, working as a skipper, I knew several beautiful coastlines. I found an apartment fairly easily in a small coastal village in East Sussex that was perched on a picturesque cliff. Near the village were several small sandy beaches, accessible only on foot, where Cleo and I could enjoy some privacy. I booked the place for three nights.
We arrived in the small village at six in the evening, just in time to freshen up and ask the landlady for a restaurant recommendation. Naturally, Cleo sported an extremely provocative outfit: a knee-length skirt with an extremely daring side slit and an almost transparent white blouse. Throughout dinner, the eyes of the young waiter and the owner of the small restaurant were glued to her. When we returned to the room, my provocative companion was riding a total high: we fucked standing by the door without even undressing, then we threw ourselves into bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
The next morning we rose early, intending to take advantage of the sunny day by visiting one of the local beaches. I knew several of them, having previously accompanied clients there who wanted more privacy: there were sandy coves with few people, ideal for relaxing and, why not, sunbathing topless or even completely naked. Officially, they weren’t nudist beaches, but since no one ever came to make a fuss, why not take advantage of it?
After a quick breakfast, we set off along one of the marked trails, reaching a tiny beach half-hidden by a small forest in less than an hour. The morning passed without any particular excitement: as I expected, Cleo immediately opted to ditch her swimsuit top and go topless, and after a swim, we stretched out to read and eat sandwiches we’d bought in town.
After relaxing for a couple of hours, I suggested taking some photos of Cleo. The spot was the perfect setting for a photoshoot that would highlight her beauty. Naturally, she happily accepted. As usual, the first photos were sensual but innocent; then Cleo completely abandoned her swimsuit and her poses became more daring. I knew full well that her intention was to arouse me and make love to me on the beach, and I was more than ready to oblige.
Suddenly, however, my attention was drawn to a noise in the woods a few metres away. I continued taking photos as if nothing had happened, focusing my attention on the area where I had heard the noise. After a few minutes, I realized we weren’t alone: hidden among the trees, two young guys were watching us—definitely in their late teens, but not yet twenty. They probably weren’t a threat, but there was no point in letting them know I had noticed them. So I continued photographing Cleo while moving closer to her.
When I was close enough, I said, “Honey, don’t turn around, but I really think we have company.”
I expected to see agitation in her eyes, maybe even fear—they were strangers, after all. Instead, she became more alert and vaguely excited.
“Really?” she asked.
I nodded. “Two kids, in the woods behind us. I think they saw us and decided to watch the show. Maybe we should leave...”
But Cleo thought for a second or two before asking, “Do you think they’re dangerous?”
“I don’t think so. They’re about eighteen, maybe nineteen. They look like local kids. They probably can’t believe they’re seeing such a beautiful woman.”
“So you don’t think it’s cruel to deprive them of their show? We could let them see something they’ll never forget. Leave it to me.”
Before I could respond, Cleo knelt in front of me, fiddling with the waistband of my swim trunks. After a few seconds, she lowered it, and my semi-hard cock sprang out. Confused, I couldn’t resist when she grabbed me by the hips and rotated me slightly, so that I was sideways to the two anonymous voyeurs. What left me most perplexed was the expression in her eyes, one that was dripping with excitement and desire. My hesitations and doubts, however, were short-lived, vanishing the moment her mouth enveloped my cock.
I let out an unrestrained moan. Cleo wasted no time and immediately put all her passion into that blowjob, undoubtedly aroused by the four eyes watching us. At first, I took a few more photos, then gave up and lowered the camera, enjoying the paradise. My mind went completely blank. Every now and then, I regained clarity and glanced at the boys, keeping an eye on them. I saw them fiddling with their trunks and pulling out their dicks.
“What are they doing?” Cleo asked, pausing her blowjob for a moment.
“They’re jerking off. I don’t think they’ve ever seen a blowjob like this.”
“Then lie down, it’s time they saw something more.”
I realized my girlfriend was completely turned on, but I was in the exact same state. I set the camera down, careful not to let it touch the sand, turned my back to the young voyeurs, and lay face up on the sand. Cleo stood over me, her feet wide beside my hips, then lowered herself onto my cock. Even without foreplay, her pussy was perfectly ready for me. Then she began to grind on my cock, while she grabbed my wrists, guided my hands to her breasts, and ordered, “Squeeze them! Show these wankers that they’re yours!”
From that position, she had a perfect view of the grove, while I was unable to see what was happening. But I still realized that Cleo was doing everything she could to make our sex spectacular. The knowledge scared and excited me at the same time: I wondered what would happen if the boys decided they wanted something more. They seemed young and weak, but would I be able to defend Cleo if they tried to abuse her?
For a moment, the image of those four hands resting on her body, caressing and groping her, flashed through my mind. I should have felt jealous, angry, but instead ... I was aroused! The fantasy of my woman at the mercy of other men, no matter how young, appealed to me! I felt a mixture of perplexity and shame, and I did everything I could to push that image from my mind, returning my focus to Cleo.
Her face was fixed on the woods, as if she were more interested in what the boys were doing than in what I was doing. Her moans were getting louder and louder, as if she didn’t care if anyone heard us. Suddenly I saw her smile and wave her finger, as if inviting someone to come closer. Our audience, of course! Forcing myself to look back, I saw that the two boys had emerged from the grove and were approaching. My first impression wasn’t wrong: their smooth, beardless faces showed they were in their early twenties at most, no older. They moved timidly, their hands in front of their pubes, trying to cover their erect cocks.
I tensed, fearing the worst, and sought Cleo’s gaze. “Honey, what the fuck are you doing?”
“I want them to see us up close. They’re kids, they won’t try anything more. Trust me.”
A moment later, she turned to the two young men and called out, “Stop right there!”
With some surprise, I realized that they obeyed.
Cleo leaned over me and murmured, “Now fuck me harder, my love. Show these two little wankers how hard you’re fucking me. We’ll give them the best show they’ve ever jerked off to!”
I’d never felt Cleo so turned on. She was absolutely dripping, even more so than when we fucked in front of the camera. My cock was completely soaked with her juices, buried deep inside her. I couldn’t see the two boys’ faces properly without craning my neck, but I could imagine their drooling expressions and lustful thoughts as they jerked off while watching us. They’d definitely never seen a girl like her naked in person.
Suddenly, I decided to give them an even more unforgettable show and said, “Stop, love, I want to do something.”
Cleo looked at me, puzzled but also intrigued, and raised her hips. I moaned as my hard, slippery cock slid out of her soaking wet pussy.
“Get on all fours,” I ordered. “Two boys this well-mannered deserve to see more.”
A flash of excitement appeared in her eyes: she had certainly understood what I intended to do, and the idea had sparked her libido. She got down on all fours in the sand, arching her back so the boys could have a full view of her ass.
Signaling the boys to stay where they were, I knelt behind Cleo, spreading her cheeks with my hands, exposing her anus. I leaned forward, grazing her tight, inviting hole with my tongue, lubricating it and preparing it for penetration. My girlfriend’s moans emphasized her pleasure, for the benefit of the two little voyeurs.
Once Cleo was sufficiently lubricated, I stood up and aimed my cock against her sphincter. Usually, I entered her slowly, inch by inch, but this time was different. I took a deep breath, then thrust firmly into her rectum, stopping only when I felt my pubic bone against her buttocks. The moan that escaped her lips told me there had been no pain, only pleasure.
A second later, I began to move rapidly, fucking her ass almost violently. I had never fucked her like that, but from the moans and reactions of her body, her enjoyment was evident. I realized that until that moment, I had only known a fraction of her way of experiencing sex. I grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing deeper and deeper, aroused by her gaze fixed on the two boys’ cocks.
As the first of the two young men began to squirt his cum onto the sand, I felt her come. A powerful, violent orgasm that made her scream with pleasure. My resistance lasted only a few seconds, then I began unloading deep inside her ass while the second boy also came on the sand a few inches away.
I stayed inside her, caressing her until the boys had walked away and disappeared into the woods. I had just discovered a side of my and Cleo’s personalities that both excited and scared me. I wondered if what had just happened would be a one-off or if it would change our relationship forever. Something told me the latter was the correct hypothesis, but I didn’t know if I was fearful or hopeful.
It wasn’t until dinnertime that Cleo and I broached the subject. Enough hours had passed to be able to talk about it calmly.
“Do you think I overdid it?” she asked after the waiter left with our order. “I didn’t mean to make you jealous, but when you said those two boys were watching us...”
“I wasn’t jealous,” I assured her, pouring some good white wine into her glass and then into mine. “Not much, at least. But what we did was dangerous. Imagine if those kids had had bad intentions. I was the first to make a mistake by taking that risk.”
“Maybe that’s what turned me on. Not knowing how they’d react, how they’d behave.” She suddenly became more serious and even thoughtful. “Do you think there’s something wrong with me?”
I was surprised by that question. I grabbed her hands and immediately tried to reassure her, “No, on the contrary! In a way, I understand you. I was turned on too, you must have noticed.”
“I noticed. You’d never fucked me like that before, you were fantastic. What did you think when you saw the boys approaching?”
I stared at her in silence for a few seconds. I, for one, hadn’t yet rationalized everything that had happened, and it took me a while to respond: “I thought about what could have happened. They could have tried to grope you, maybe even abuse you. Force you to have sex with them.”
“And that’s what turned you on, right?”
I froze, staring into her eyes. Cleo continued, “When we go out together, you like me to dress provocatively so I can catch other men’s eyes, you admitted it. Do you also like to imagine their hands on me, and maybe not just their hands?”
As she spoke, I felt her bare foot press against my crotch. She had obviously slipped it out of her sandal. It was a sneaky move, because it allowed her to feel my erection growing under her touch. Any verbal response from me would have been useless.
“You must think I’m a ... how shall I put it ... pervert,” I stammered.
“Then so am I. I have these kinds of fantasies too; I imagine you with other women too. But if they’re just fantasies, there’s nothing wrong with it, right?”
“Right,” I admitted.