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(Author’s Note: Thanks everyone for the comments about the first story. I had not originally planned for it to be a multi-part story, but given how well it was received, I’ve decided to add two new parts. This means there needs to be a small correction to the first story. Where I say they are in town for a “two day” sales conference at the beginning, that should read now “four day”.)

—–

“Ohhhh,” I groaned softly.

My ass was stiff from sitting on this shitty auditorium chair for the past couple of hours. Maybe I should have gone to meet our Chinese partners at the airport, not Fred and Rick, but then there were two seminars I had really wanted to attend. The one that had just wrapped up and the one just about to start.

“If everyone will take their seats again,” the conference moderator said over the microphone. “We’ll get started.”

Now, I’m not going to tell you the title, subject or speaker’s name, because one of you would Google it, and get me in trouble with my boss when you started digging to see if this story was true or not. You’ll know the reason why I’m being secretive in a second, so bear with me.

There was about three hundred or so of us, various marketing and sales reps, seated in the darkening auditorium. The conference had three parallel tracks of seminars, you could attend any of them. Four hours in the morning, a one hour break for lunch, then four more hours in the afternoon. The day wrapped with a one hour meet and greet around the pool.

Fred and Rick had split right after the lunch break, intending to grab a bit of lunch themselves and then get to the airport. Like most of people here, we’d all used the lunch to do meetings. I’d grabbed a bag of chips from the snack bar just before the previous lecture but after an hour my stomach was growling. I thought about popping out for a quick grab and then return but I was interested in the subject matter of this seminar. I decided I’d listen for a few minutes and if it wasn’t interesting, then fake a phone call and leave.

“Let’s give a warm welcome to our next speaker,” the moderator said, introducing her. He turned and started chapping his hands, which the people seated, including me, joined. The woman walked out of the wings and up to the podium.

“Thank you,” she said. “Let’s begin.

Boy, did I get a surprise!

Funny, the last time I’d seen that face, it was covered in my sperm right after I’d spent serious effort face fucking it. Yes, it was her, the blond that me and my two friends had fucked last night when we’d discovered her in the Next Room.

—–

There were two men and a women talking to the blond.

The seminar had ended and we were in that 15 minutes or so, when people in the audience could come up and meet the speakers personally. Usually it was to shake a hand, and tell them how much you’d enjoyed the seminar. Half the time that was crap but the speaker was usually someone you wanted to network with, so you’d fake it and give them your card for later anyway.

Me, while I’ll admit, having had that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock was a sure reason to want to re-meet her, still the seminar had been top notched. She had a doctorate in the field and while I’d read some of her earlier papers, I’d never seen a picture of her, hence the reason I hadn’t recognized her while I was sticking my big dick in her last night. I’d learned quite a bit from listening to her talk though, some I planned to use when our Chinese partners got here in what should be just a few minutes.

Even dressed conservatively she was still hot. Nice black heels, a little fancy with a thin strap around the ankles, dark stockings with a hint of sheerness and a seam up the back, her dark skirt was just a few inches above her knees, but had a deep split on one side so when she walked showed lots of leg. Her short sleeve blouse was dark blood red silk and she had just enough buttons undone to hint at cleavage. Topping it all off, she had these small librarian half glasses on. All in all, very hot.

The three walked away and I had my turn.

Give her this, she played the Ice Princess well, acting like it was our first time meeting. I could see a little surprise, mixed with embarrassment and concern in her eyes, no doubt worried I might say something about last night. Hey, I know how to keep my personal life and business separated. I better, my boss would have me out on the street if I fucked things up. The Economy was too tight to play around right now. There were alot of people who would happily take my job given half the chance.

“Hello,” I introduced myself.

I complimented her on her seminar and asked a couple of question about the subject she had spoke on, more than just fluff stuff, that let her know I wasn’t just jerking her chain over my interest. That seemed to surprise her some, and maybe my honest curiosity showed through. She warmed up a bit as we talked. We discussed a couple of finer points concerning her theories.

“I don’t want to hog you to myself” I said, after a few minutes, and nodded towards the short bursa anal yapan escort line of other people who also wanted to talk with her.

I took a chance then as we shook hands.

“Maybe later,” I said, “we could discuss things further?”

I swear she blushed then but she also slightly smiled. I handed her one of my card. One that had my personal cell phone number written on the back.

We shook hands again and I left, as the next people stepped up.

The ball was in her court then.

—–

“So how was your flight?” I asked, over salad.

“As you would expect from a 18 hour flight,” Mr. Chien-Lee Sun replied. “Fucked!”

I smiled.

“Yeah, they suck, don’t they?”

He laughed.

Chien-Lee had brought three assistants with him on the trip. They had introduced themselves earlier and I had their cards in my pocket. I could tell you their names but they weren’t that important to the scheme of things. I’d privately nick-named them “Short, Dumpy and Young”, which summed them up pretty well. They were at the end of the table with Fred and Rick talking.

The important guy was Chien-Lee.

His company and ours had recently concluded a deal worth several million dollars. It wasn’t a big one, but it had the potential to grow. We were sort of the point men on the marketing campaign here in the States for both companies, so getting to know each other face to face, as opposed to tele-conferencing had seemed like a good idea. Hence their trip.

Their new factory was a few hours out of town too, so the trip served two purposed. We had them today and tomorrow morning, then around noon, they’d travel there and meet with the plant supervision for a tour.

So far Chien-Lee had turned out to be quite approachable. I’d found out he’d been educated in the States, at a way better college than I had been. His English was very good, almost without an accent. And of some import, that he was in his late thirties, married, expecting his first child soon.

Where his co-workers looked the part of the typical Chinese, smaller of stature than Westerners, Chien-Lee was nearly my height, maybe an inch shy of six feet. He was also stocky, muscular almost, which when he mentioned he had been a wrestler in college explained it. I’d been on the swim team so I was athletic without the bulk you saw in football player. I guessed he out weighed me by about 20 pounds.

After the introductions at our first meeting, when they had arrived at the hotel had been concluded, he’s surprised me by simply saying, “Steak!”

Speaking of the meat, our waiter showed up, bringing our meals.

—–

“Damned that was good,” Chien-Lee said. He suddenly belched loudly. His assistants all laughed.

“Do you know what good beef costs in Beijing?” he asked me. I shook my head. He laughed, “Too much on my salary. You Americans are so spoiled.”

My company had booked them into one of the big suites at the hotel. Way bigger than the rooms Fred, Rick and I had.

“Well, if you’d like, we can go back to your room and begin going over the proposed marketing campaign.” I suggested. “I think you’ll find we’ve got some very exciting ideas on how to proceed.”

“I am sure, but after the long flight,” he replied, “I find I am not in the mood for a long boring business meeting tonight.”

Curious, I said simply, “We are here to be of service.”

“Good,” he said, slapping me on the arm. “You know what I want right now?”

I shook my head.

“I want some big titted blond American girl dancing on my lap.” He grinned. “Chicago has some great strip clubs, does not it?”

I smile back.

“I believe it does.”

—–

“Baby did a bad, bad thing…”

Chris Isaak’s voice screamed out as we walked into the club.

“Baby did a bad, bad thing…”

The girl on stage was tall, athletic, brunette, wearing just a g-sting and had a great set of tits!

“Feel like crying…”

We’d all squeezed into a mini-van taxi. Twenty bucks tipped to the driver put us to this club in under fifteen minutes. He promised it was the best one on the Lake Front. The parking lot was full, so that was something.

“Welcome to our establishment, gentlemen,” the doorman said as we entered. “Enjoy.”

I shook his hand and palmed a twenty his way. He was good not to immediately look down at it.

“Somewhere with a good view,” I said, “but private.”

He nodded, then glancing down, saw the twenty.

“Yes, sir,” he perked right up at the tip. “Right this way.”

The money was a bit more than you’d expect to tip the guy at the door, but I knew given the amount, plus the fact we were all wearing suits, and he’d put the word out to the girls that they had some high rollers in the audience.

My boss had called me in before we’d left and given me a company credit card and three grand in cash.

“Don’t blow this,” he’d simply said.

The doorman seated us at a booth back one row, but still overlooking the stage. bursa eskort It was dim and private, the light above it burnt out. There were booths to either side but it was early so neither was occupied. The waitress was right there as soon as we were seated. We ordered drinks.

The brunette, spinning upside down on the pole, finished her set. She collected her discarded clothing and left the stage to be replaced by young black girl. She had a good body and looked like she had a bit of Asian in her. Light of skin and face. We watched as she did her first dance, then dropping her top, started her second.

Drinks arrived and I gave the waitress the card.

“Do a tab,” I ordered. She nodded.

While the dancer worked her third song, this one completely nude, I pulled Rick’s sleeve and then passed him four hundred under the table. I nodded toward the seats around the stage, then at Short, Dumpy and Young. He got my unspoken message and nodded. It wasn’t long before Rick and Fred had the three up and moved to the stage.

The black girl finished her set.

—–

“What I need is a good defense…” Fiona Apple sung.

Chien-Lee and I had traded small talk for about ten minutes, watching the dancers on stage and our co-workers have fun. I was trying to get a feel for the man. Not the ins and outs of business, but what was underneath. The business deal between our companies wasn’t large but there was the potential for addition deals in the future if this one worked out. Success with this project could well be my ticket up the corporate ladder, so I was eager to make it work.

A couple of times, a dancer had come by the booth and asked if one of us would like a table dance. So far none of them had seem to attract his attention so I declined as well.

“Cause I’m feelin’ like a criminal..”

Fiona Apple’s song was an interesting choice, given the performer that next came up. Or should I say, performers. There was two of them, and I could instantly feel the light crowd in the club perk up. Hell, I perked up. They were both hot.

Black and white, blond and brunette. Both with shoulder length hair, though the brunette’s was a bit longer.

“And I need to redeemed…”

The blond was wearing white and had a pair of those small angel wings on her back. Little short skirt, tall stockings, both in white. She also had a leather collar around her neck, the leash at the moment tightly held by the tall brunette, who wearing black leather corset, stockings and tall heels. She also had a pair of devil horns on her head. When she turned I saw she had a costumed devil tail sewed to the back of her g-string.

Angel and devil then. Hot.

“To the one I’ve sinned against…Because he’s all I ever knew of love.”

The brunette had a riding crop in her hand and she forced the blond to her knees on the stage. The crowd of guys around the stage, including mine, whooped it up when the brunette spanked the blond several times with it, then stepped in front of her and pulled the blond’s face into her crotch. She pulled hard on the blond’s hair and acted like she was getting her pussy licked. The crowd screamed and clapped.

“That looks like fun,” I muttered.

Chien-Lee was watching the two strippers intently.

“That is what I like about American women,” he said. “They like sex.”

He took a drink, clearly thinking to himself.

“Not like some,” he muttered, almost to himself.

I filed that away for future reference.

“So what would an angel say…The devil wants to know.”

—–

I didn’t have long to wait for an explanation. The pair had finished their set and gone backstage. A petite Asian had followed them. She was on her second dance, now topless.

“It was my senior year at college,” Chien-Lee suddenly said. “I became involved with another student for a semester. She was one year behind me.”

“She was…” he took a drink from his beer. “She was kinky.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” I replied. “Kinky can be fun.”

“She liked to be tied up when we had sex,” he took a long pull on his beer. “I found it…fun.”

He smiled to himself, no doubt remembering the girl.

“She was blond, like that one just dancing.”

“But you’re married now?” I asked, hesitantly.

“Yes, and she is a good wife and will be a good mother to my child,” he took another long pull on his beer. “It’s just, she doesn’t…much. Now that she’s pregnant, never.”

“A man has needs…” he muttered, finishing off the last of his beer.

We sat there for a moment in silence.

“Would one of you like to play with my Pussy?” a woman’s voice asked.

THAT, I had not expected to hear, even in a high priced strip club like this one. We both turned.

The big tall brunette in the leather devil’s costume recently on stage was standing there at the end of the booth. She gave the leash she held in one hand a little jerk and the blond in the angel costume walked meekly forward and knelt at the brunette’s feet.

“This is my bursa escort kızlar Pussy,” the brunette said. “Would one of you like to play with her?”

—–

The two girls were now sitting at our table.

The brunette who introduced herself as Diana was sitting next to me. The blond who went by the name Angel, of course, was meekly curled up next to Chien Lee, who couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her. We’d ordered them drinks.

There was a dark haired Latino dancing on stage, who at the moment was wiggling her naked tits right in front of Rick. He had a five dollar bill on his forehead. She leaned forward and pressed them against his face, pulling the bill off with her tits. The three Chinese were all laughing and pointing. Soon each had a similar bill on their foreheads. Clearly they were having fun.

“What are lap dances running?” I whispered into Diana’s ear.

“$25 for one or $100 for five,” she said quietly.

I slide two one hundred dollar bills into her garter.

“Take care of my friend then.”

She smiled and downed her drink. Reaching under the table, she gave my leg a squeeze, then slid out of the booth.

“Up Pussy,” she ordered. “Let’s show these gentlemen what a slut you are.”

She pulled the blond off her seat by the leash.

“Come on then,” she said to Chien-Lee. “Let’s go in the back.”

—–

My phone ran.

I had it set on vibrate given how high they had the volume on the music set here but by the time I dug it from my pocket it stopped. The number was blocked so I couldn’t tell who had called me.

There was another blond dancing on stage now. She wasn’t busty but she was flexible. She had her legs on the Chinese I’d nick-named Dumpy, and was wiggling her crotch in his face before doing a slow forward roll off him. I saw Fred, Rick and the three others all tip her for her dance.

My phone rang again a few minutes later. I had it on the table and opened it on the third buzz.

“Hello,” I said.

At first no one answered. I thought it might be a wrong number but then I heard a familiar voice.

“What did you have in mind?” Barbara, the blond from last night asked.

I smiled to myself.

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked back.

There was a long pause.

“Yes.”

“Would you like to do it again?” I asked.

Another long pause.

“With your two friends?”

“Yes, but we have four more who would like to play.” I took a quick sip of my drink. “Four more who want to help show you what a total slut you really are.”

I could hear a small gasp from my phone. She didn’t say anything for a long while.

“You want to be a slut for us,” I asked. “Don’t you?”

Another pause, this one not as long as the first.

“Maybe.”

I could sense her warring with herself. Whether she would give in to her nature or not was the question. Given what I’d seen last night, I tried to sweeten the deal. I’m a salesman after all.

“Your boyfriend.” I said.

“Yes.”

“He can watch.”

Another low and throaty gasp from the other end of the line. I knew then I’d pegged her correctly. Not just a slut, but one that liked to have people watch.

“When?” she asked.

“About 2 hours,” I answered honestly. “We’re at a strip club, so we’ll be a bit.”

“That could work,” she said. “It would give me a chance to freshen up and get ready.”

“You’ll have a lot of hard cocks to deal with when we get there,” I said.

This time I heard a soft chuckle.

“Hard cocks I can deal with,” she purred.

“I bet you can,” I said, chuckling myself. “One thing…”

“Yes?”

“The important one of the group seems to have a blond schoolgirl fetish.”

“I didn’t bring anything but what you saw last night. Just toys.”

“There’s a Hustler Hollywood a few streets up from the hotel. I saw it on the way over here. Ask the concierge. Buy what you need and I’ll reimburse you.”

She laughed.

“I probably make more than you do,” she said.

I quoted a figure. She quoted one three times as large.

“Ok, bitch,” I laughed. “You can pay for it, then.”

I heard another chuckle from her end.

“Something else…” I said. “Your room is a bit small.”

“It is, especially for seven. What do you have in mind?”

I told her. She laughed.

—–

It was ten minutes later, and the brunette Diana slid into the seat next to me. She was alone.

“Mind if I get another drink?” she asked.

I shook my head no, and waved the waitress over, ordering us both a fresh round.

“I only hang around for the first couple of dances or so, to make sure things go ok.” She explained. “Most guys can’t handle two girls giving them a lap dance.”

“I could,” I said and scooted over a bit until our hips touched.

She laughed softly.

“Bet you could.”

My phone on the table buzzed. It was still listed as a blocked number so I figured it must be my blond. I answered it.

“Not backing out are you?” I asked

“No, but they’ve got a big selection here,” my kinky co-conspirator said. “Any suggestions?”

“The stripper here is dressed like an angel. Short skirt, knee highs, lace bra…” I explained. “Go all white if you can.”

“Ok. I think that’s possible.”

“Bondage too, he mentioned that. Get something that you can tie yourself up with when we fuck you.”

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Part 1: Quintet Rising.

I originally posted this piece, intended to be the first of a sequence, while writing as JackieH. If you read the earlier version and didn’t like it you won’t like this one any more; it’s changed only very slightly in this version, mainly in respect to some of the names used, to make it consistent with what follows, and in some of the details.

*

“Remember at all times, Jayne, that The Network is exclusive. It’s invitation only. It has strict criteria for you being accepted and it has rules; there aren’t many of these but they are rigid. If you break the rules you don’t come back a second time. Do you want me to go on?”

“I’m intrigued. Why were we invited?”

“We choose our ‘friends’ very carefully, and we research their backgrounds thoroughly. Some members of The Network are professionals who have access to more information than you’d think possible; you’d also be surprised — maybe alarmed — at how much data is available about you out there in the public domain …”

“OK … but why choose us?”

“You were recommended by a ‘friend’. You won’t find out who that was, unless she chooses to tell you of course, and you won’t meet her at one of our gatherings either. That would be bad planning on our part and potentially very risky.”

“So, tell me how we ‘qualified’.”

“To be acceptable to us there are boxes to be ticked. Aged 30+? Yes. Married? Yes. Childless? Yes. Any evidence of infidelity or marital discord? No. Financially sound? Yes. Beautiful? Not necessarily. (We don’t want to rule out 95% of the population before we start.) Attractive? Yes. (Within reason … we don’t want to ‘frighten the horses’.) Open-minded about sex? Yes (We wouldn’t be having this conversation if you weren’t, would we?) Track record of ‘Swinging’? Definitely not. (Too big a security risk.)”

“And we fit all those criteria? Any more?”

“The most important one … we have to like you.”

*

The divan bed was extremely comfortable and obviously expensive. It was firm in support yet rich in feel to the skin. Unusually, it had been moved well away from the wall behind it and there was no headboard. One sheet only covered it, while three generously fluffed pillows allowed the woman now lying on it to rest her neck comfortably while still being able to see everything else in the room.

“And,” thought Jayne, “everyone else in here… How completely bizarre to be on my back, on a bed, fully dressed, in a strange room, in an unfamiliar house, with seven other adults of similar age grouped round in attendance.” Like the bed, and like the rest of the house, the room itself spoke of expense; tasteful, understated and rich. No harsh overhead lights, just a diffused spread from under pelmets and low-placed wall lamps. Restful, but plenty of light to see by. And the seeing, over the next hour or so, was going to be very important. No visual distractions either, she noted for the first time. Nothing on the walls to tempt the eyes of the others, even for a moment, from the woman on the bed.

There was soft music from concealed speakers, she noticed too; nothing she recognised, not vocal, maybe some easy jazz with a low, pulsing beat, crafted to relax, to reassure. Is that what she needed, reassurance? Slowly, almost dream-like, she turned her head to look round the room for one last time before The Quintet started. “And not a musical quintet either,” she reflected. “The instrument to be played here is me…”

*

“You’ll be guest-of-honour on your first night, so you can pick the arrangement. There are eight to choose from, since there’ll be four couples involved. Hardly any new friends choose the first two, Solo and Duet, but feel free if that’s what turns you on. Trio and Quartet are probably the most popular. The others range from Quintet, through Sextet (and don’t choose it for its name alone!), Septet to Octet.”

“Do I get to pick the composer too?”

“Oh my lovely, we’re the composers in these arrangements … we’re not talking about music now …”

*

To her right, sitting on the edge of the divan and holding her hand — more quiet reassurance — was her husband, David. Except that David wasn’t his real name, any more than hers was Jayne. Nobody in this room was using real names this evening, even though some — like those of the hosts — were known. Network rule number one: anonymity. David was smiling at her though, with a hint of what could have been pride in his eyes, as he gave her right hand the tiniest of squeezes.

Her left hand was being held gently too, by the second male in the room, sitting on the other side of the bed, opposite her husband. For a moment she felt suddenly disconcerted by the fact that this was the hand where her wedding and engagement rings were, until with relief she remembered that she’d left them at home on their own bedside table. This man too, smiled encouragement; she struggled unsuccessfully to remember the name he’d görükle escort bayan been introduced with. A third man was sitting behind her head, out of sight unless she craned right round, which she had no inclination to do. Having had the details of The Quintet explained to her, she knew exactly what his rôle in it was going to be. The fourth and final man — their host — was sitting on the floor, leaning slightly sideways against the foot of the bed; he was in some very quiet conversation with the three other women in the room who were on low chairs further away from the bed. They each held wine-glasses from which they sipped, occasionally and slowly — Network rule number two; very light drinking only, and strictly no drugs — , and smiling at Jayne whenever she caught their eyes.

“Everyone’s smiling but me,” she thought, “it’s like a convention of Cheshire Cats in here. But that’s just nervousness, because it’s the first time and I’m not sure how I’ll react when it starts.” And yes, the adrenalin was surging now, her breath slightly ragged, her heart thumping so that she feared they’d hear it. No-one took any notice.

The three other women, their conversation stopped, now settled themselves more comfortably to watch what happened. They were all, Jayne noticed, dressed in similar style to herself. She’d followed exactly the advice she’d been given about clothing. Make it elegant and tasteful and do the same with your choice of make-up and perfume. Make it a skirt, not a dress, and don’t let it be tight-fitting. Make the top a blouse, something that opens down the front. Give the ‘backman’ a little easier time by making sure your bra is front-opening. Underneath you might like something satin; a petticoat, even if you don’t normally wear them. Stockings always work well, rather than tights. And make the choice of panties just right, that’s most important. Never anything blatant or outrageous or obvious. Same theme as with everything else. High-class. Tasteful. Not a hint of wantonness. And slutty would mean no further invitations, ever. The word ‘bizarre’ came back to her again, since she’d also been told that what would be said during her coming experience would have no such inhibiting rules of taste. It was an essential part of the fun, they’d explained, that the sophisticated and even demure surface trappings hosted a very different and more crude underside.

*

“Do you have a problem with ‘Anglo-Saxon’ language?”

“My English is pretty good I think…”

“I’m sure it is … what I mean, though, is how you and your husband speak to each other when you’re having sex. Is it clinical? Coy? Euphemistic? Or just ‘raw’?”

“It depends on our mood, I guess. Normally I don’t like swearing or bad language of any sort, but when things get hot we quickly get into the ‘F***s and C***’s’.”

“Effs and Cees. Said like that?”

“Oh no ..!”

*

There was no way of knowing if the other women were following the ‘rules’ for underwear. But she’d find out before too long, wouldn’t she? The Quintet was nothing if not imaginative. Before the evening’s end , if they played it right through, each of the men would have fulfilled each of the four male roles; each of the women would have had her turn on the bed; and all would have orgasmed.

Gail, the hostess this evening, stood up quietly and adjusted the dimmer switch down ever so slightly, the music volume up a touch. Jayne knew that those actions would gradually be reversed as The Quintet played through, with everyone wanting to see her and hear her. Gary, the host, kneeling now at her feet, reached out and touched her ankles very gently, and said, equally softly:

“You ready, Jayne?”

She nodded, dumbly.

“You have to say, Jayne, so there’s no mistake. You have to say it out loud.”

“I’m ready,” she whispered, knowing that the time for going back was really long past. “Let’s do it…”

There was no sudden rush to action, no unseemly hurry. At the bed’s foot Gary gently stroked her calves, slipped off her shoes, ran the back of his hands along the soles of her feet, half-tickling, half-teasing. Her husband and his opposite number (Jayne was no longer even half-trying to recall the man’s name) kept their light grip on her hands, and with their own free hands caressed her bare arms; a gentle, repetitive motion, fingertips only, from her wrists up past her elbows, then down the other side. The ‘backman’ concentrated on her long, dark hair, brushing it gently with his palms, over and over, using the tips of his fingers at each of her temples in that ancient gesture of calming and healing.

Everything was paced and timed, she registered, almost in rhythm with the music, but slowly building. The strokes became longer, still gentle, still comforting. And their movements were equally careful and considerate as they started to undress her…

*

Her husband first. Planned, she wondered, bursa otele gelen escort or spontaneous on his part? It didn’t matter. David let his free hand move over to the front of her blouse, climbing up the ladder of buttons, a gentle press on each, then back down.

“Yes?” he whispered, and leaned forward to kiss her softly on the mouth. “Yes?”

Her mouth beside his cheek, in the smallest voice she answered, “Yes,” and on sudden impulse added, “You know how much I love you darling?”

“I know how much we love each other”, he smiled back; but as his fingers returned to the buttons of her blouse and started to undo them, she could feel a tremble in his movements. On her other side the man — Mark, yes, that was the name she’d been told — reached over to help, as they shared the task of opening her top, easing it up and out from her skirt, spreading it at her sides. Her stomach bare now, the two men switching strokes immediately from arms to midriff, tracing circles on her skin, around her navel, up to her bra, down her flanks, back to her tummy, insistent, unceasing, relentless. Almost hypnotic.

Then she jumped slightly as two more hands almost joined them; the backman reaching forward and cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra. And somehow it seemed natural, not invasive. His mouth was beside her ear. He whispered, “Jayne? May I?”

“Oh … yes, please do…” followed by an involuntary giggle from her, because her response had seemed so ludicrously formal. His hands busied themselves now, gently squeezing and rolling, feeling her respond through the silky, flimsy material, fingers seeking nipples, finding them, gentle pressure between thumbs and first fingers, the slightest twisting, careful pulling, playing, teasing.

“My husband’s holding my hand and stroking me like a cat,” she thought, “and watching a stranger play with my breasts. And he’s loving it. I can see he’s loving it. And, so help me, so am I …”

The backman’s hands moved inwards from her nipples until they met, just touching the central clasp of her bra. His face still beside hers, his voice persuasive and enticing. “Do we go on, Jayne? Your breasts are beautiful, you know that don’t you? And your nipples are so stiff now. Would you like them played with some more? You just have to say ..?”

“Yes, I … Yes.”

“Tell me what you’d like me to do then, Jayne…”

“Unclip my bra.”

“Why would I do that, Jayne?”

“So you can play with me…”

“What would you like played with, Jayne?”

She remembered in time the advice she’d been given about the language to be used.

“My tits,” she whispered. “I want you to play with my tits.”

The clasp was opened before she’d finished speaking, the bra parted and she spilled out. A moment of extreme embarrassment and uncertainty. She was big – ‘buxom’ was how David described her – but at 42 she knew she was fighting a losing battle with gravity. Unsupported, on her back, her breasts spread to the sides and she wondered if the others would be turned off.

*

They weren’t. There were three pairs of hands playing with her now. The backman’s attention was constant, exploring each breast in turn with his fingers, his palms, and – finally, leaning over her shoulder — his lips. He was, Jayne realised, an artist at this. He’d lift a breast with one hand, squeeze gently with the fingers, kneading, extending the nipple, caressing it with the fingers of his other hand, twisting slightly, pulling slightly, toying with her; using just the tip of his tongue, then lapping with it, then pinching her between his lips. Jayne started to melt.

As he moved from one breast to the other his hands and mouth would be replaced by first her husband’s and then by Mark’s. No part of her upper body went unexplored, uncaressed, unkissed. Involuntarily, too, she moved slightly to meet their touches, wriggling gently, pushing upwards with her breasts, responding. Her breasts had always been especially sensitive. When she and David made love he’d play with them for what felt like hours before moving the focus further down. She wasn’t porn-star sized, nor boastfully big, but big enough to drive her husband wild when she used them on him. One of his favourites was when she rode him, leaning forward, offering them to his mouth or just letting him watch them swing and bounce. They were the first part of what they called in their bed-language, irreverently, ‘The Unholy Trinity’, the ‘Three T’s’. The first ‘T’ was ‘Tits’.

*

“And they’re still fully clothed,” she thought, moving her right hand the fraction needed to touch the front of David’s trousers, registering his stiffness immediately, taking pleasure in it, holding him lightly through the cloth, squeezing a little, letting him know she wanted him happy too, even though this first part of the evening was really for her … and almost immediately, realising what bursa escort bayan was expected of her, reaching down for Mark also, finding his cock, gripping it, and wondering almost dispassionately whether either man would come in his pants from just her softly wanking grasp and the games they were playing with her tits.

Gary’s hands were moving higher now, too. Still the same gentle up and down sweep of palms and fingers, but increasingly more up, and up. Under her skirt. To the tops of her stockings. Finding the softness of her thighs. Up further. Finding her panties. Deliberately tracing round them, not centring, not probing, tracing their outline, stroking with thumbs across her covered mound, exploring the hair beneath through the expensive material, hooking thumbs under at the sides, easing them down, down further, past the stocking tops, past the knees — kept close together — down to the ankles, over the feet, and off. Taking her skirt by the hem and gently lifting it to her waist, and she still covered by the petticoat. Then that too, in its turn, lifted so slowly, laid across her stomach, revealing her, (“Unveiling me!” she thought, catching her breath) her legs still closed, her dark pussy-hair just visible above her hidden mons.

The women behind Gary stood up now, quietly, and moved forward; wanting to see what followed, inevitably. Gary slipped his hands under the tops of her thighs and eased her down the bed just far enough to bring her bottom to its edge; eased her legs apart; lifted them slightly until she felt David and Mark take over there, each supporting one of her thighs, lifting and separating, opening her, spreading her, spreading her wide, supporting her like stirrups, revealing her fully. There was no restraining here, no forcing. Her exposure was voluntary, their grasp supportive only. She felt the shivering pleasure of her situation increase, move up a gear. The hands, lips and tongue on her tits built the pressure further and now she was showing herself, blatantly, mischievously, to four almost complete strangers — and three of them women, now murmuring appreciatively. Never before in her life had she exhibited herself in this wanton unabashed fashion for anyone other than her husband. In her head she heard again David’s voice, reciting the litany: “The Unholy Trinity. The ‘Three T’s’. And the second ‘T’ is Twat.”

“It’s not the sight of my pussy,” she realised. “The women are not being turned on, as Gary certainly is, by this wide-spread flaunting of what’s between my legs. For him it’s the forbidden thrill of suddenly being able to see, close-up, another man’s wife’s cunt. But for the women it’s completely different. It’s what this exhibition is doing to me that they’re responding to; they’re getting pleasure from watching what it’s doing to me.”

Gary’s hands slipped down, underneath her bum, to lift it slightly off the bed, squeezing her cheeks as he did so. David and Mark spread her wider than she would have thought possible. She was beginning to open down there now, the lips of her pussy so moist, the inner pinkness beginning to show. “Oysters,” she thought, “No, figs … ripe, juicy, peeled-back figs…”

“You’re gorgeous, Jayne,” murmured Gary, his face the closest to her spreading wetness, “your wife is lovely David. Her face … her hair … her smile … her tits … her nipples … And now this! You are so, so lucky. I wish this game had no rules, I’d so love to fuck her now. Should we open it up more? Jayne, would you like us to explore you further? Your cunt’s absolutely dripping on me! Should the girls help get you there?” Network rule number three; Always, always, seek permission.

Jayne nodded, her breathing more difficult now. “Yes, please, I’d like that…”

The Quintet moved through Sextet (appropriate!) to Septet, as Gail then Amanda moved to join Gary between her legs.

“You’re so juicy, Jayne,” murmured Gail. “Juicy Jayne, should we call you..? It’s making me cream myself too, opening you up like this,” using her thumbs on either side to spread the twat-lips apart. “Would you like Amanda to frig your clit? Would that get you there? Get you off..?”

“Oh God, yes. Amanda, Amanda, stroke my clit for me … and Gail, lick me out, please ..!”

“Lick you out or suck you off, my lovely?”

“Oh sweet Jesus, my tits, my clit, my cunt … get a tongue in me, please!”

*

Gail leaned forwards and down, her lips slightly pursed, and brushed – her own lips closed – the fleshy lips beneath them, opening them even wider. Slipped out her tongue and tasted, so delicately, Jayne’s creaming pussy. Nibbled her slick-wet pubic hair. Ran her tongue slowly up the whole length of the vulva, then all the way back down, resting it a moment as if savouring the taste, then twirling it more strongly around the other hole. Jayne began to quiver as the tongue lapped back up, first beside each outer lip and then, as Gail used her thumbs and forefingers to take those lips and ease them further apart, so the tongue could tunnel in, and in, explore. And Gail, too, proved herself an artist. She hit a rhythm in her tonguing, now forcing deep inside Jayne’s cunt, lapping its ridges, sucking deeply on the way out; then wide-open mouthed over the whole pussy, sucking harder, almost suctioning the viscous cream into her mouth.

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Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and Characters are fictitious.

For Rich, who made the mistake of saying nice things about my stories.

* * * *

We were on holiday taking a narrow boat cruise through the canals of northern England.

I awoke in the morning next to Sally’s warm body.

I swallowed. My tongue felt furry and my throat dry. What was that wine we had drunk last night? Red. Cypriot. And awful.

Gill had brought four bottles back with her when she and Lenny had holiday’d there in the spring. Lenny had gone but the wine had remained. I could see why he had left it. Although not so Gill. She was a cracker. Everybody’s favourite. I thought it would be fun boating with two pretty girls when Sally had suggested bringing her with us to help her get over her break up with Lenny. It certainly wasn’t working out that way.

Sally was all right. We’d been together four months. We had both just finished our second years at University. We were on different courses and lived in different flats. This was to have been our trial living together to see whether we wanted to move in together permanently for our last year. She was normally very willing and certainly very fit. She liked running marathons and was in training for one in September. She’d be up soon for her early morning jog. I wondered if I could get a quick fuck out of her before she did. She wasn’t a morning person normally, but it was worth a try. I slid behind her and pushed my prick between her ass cheeks. She pulled away.

“Not now.” She snapped sitting up in bed. “I’ve got to go for a run.”

“Oh come on.” I said, reaching for a tit. “Just a quick one.”

She slapped my hand away.

“No.” She slid off the end of the bed. Her body had much better muscle definition than mine did. “Not with Gill on board.”

“Hey.” I threw back the sheet showing her my hard prick. “What if Lenny was still with her. Would you say no then? We could be listening to them grunting and groaning now.”

“That would be different.” She said pulling on her running shorts and putting on her bra and vest.

“I don’t see why.” I picked up my prick and started stroking it. “We hardly ever do it nowadays.”

“We did it three days ago.”

“That was before we got on this boat.”

“You’re going to say that you don’t want Gill with us.”

“It was supposed to be just us.”

“Shush. Don’t talk so loud. She’ll hear.”

“She certainly won’t hear us fucking.”

She looked hard at me.

“You can be a right sod.”

“Oh fuck off.” I was getting pissed off with her. I wanted a fuck.

“Perhaps you should.”

“What?”

“Leave.”

“Perhaps I will.”

“Right.”

“Right.”

We stared at each other. I held out my hand to her.

“Get lost.” She said and left.

I heard the mumbling of voices then the flushing of the toilet. I heard the opening and closing of the outer doors at the far end of the boat. Then silence, except for the sound of an engine being started further down the moorings. Whether it was in preparation for departure or to re-charge their boat’s batteries I didn’t know.

I needed a drink so pulling on my jeans and trainers I made my way into the sitting and kitchen area in the middle of the boat. Our bed was in the bow of the boat with Gills in the stern. We had to pass through hers to get on deck to operate the boat’s controls.

I lifted the kettle; it was half full, and, lighting the gas, set it on to boil. There was a movement behind me and I turned to catch the sight of a white calf and ankle disappearing into the small bathroom. I smiled to myself. I could hear Gill rustling yesterday’s newspaper, that I had left in there for further study, in an attempt to mask the sounds of her bodily functions. She was partially successful.

The toilet flushed and I heard the whine of the water pump as she ran the tap to wash her hands. The pump continued to whine as the shower ran. I imagined her standing beneath the flow. Water running down her body and between the cheeks of her ass. My prick started to grow again. I rubbed it through my shorts to relieve the pressure. The kettle had boiled and I had made two mugs of tea before the shower was switched off. She left the bathroom.

“Tea?” I asked her back as it disappeared into her sleeping area.

“In a minute.” She called back.

I waited thirty seconds. Drank from my mug then carried hers around the corner. She was leaning over her suitcase sorting through her clothes. Her towel had fallen to her ankles giving me full sight of her ass. I could see wisp’s of hair between her thighs shielding her tightly closed pussy lips. She stood upright and turned towards me.

She shrieked covering her tits and pubic hair with her hands and arms.

“Your tea.” I said, placing it on the small table by her bed. Without another word I turned and walked back into the sitting area. Taking my tea with me I sat on the ‘L’ shaped bench and escort bursa switched on the TV set on the built in shelf in front of me. The early morning news was on. England were facing another collapse in they’re batting in the latest test match. Cricket was a strange game; I mused, sipping at my tea. Couldn’t be invented nowadays. I imagined a marketing man trying to sell this bright new concept to a TV company. ‘It’s played outside. Can last up to five days, weather permitting. Most matches will end in a draw. Nobody will seem to know the laws judging by the amount of spurious appealing for decisions that will take place. A lot of rubbing of the ball against testicles will take place.’ Gill entered carrying her mug.

“I’m sorry.” She said sitting down just out of my reach. “Sally did say that a narrow boat was no place for modesty but only Lenny had seen me like that before.”

“I don’t believe that.” I turned to face her, resting my arm along the back of the seat. “I thought you had had lots of boy friends.” “I’ve been out with a lot of boys, that’s true. But they were all after one thing.”

I couldn’t imagine what.

“Only Lenny didn’t try to get inside my knickers on the first date.” She continued. “He was so patient and gentle.”

“Why did you split up then?” I asked.

“He wanted things I couldn’t give him.”

“Such as?”

“I can’t talk about things like that.”

“You can. I don’t mind. It might do you good.”

“What were you and Sally arguing about this morning?” She changed the subject neatly.

“The usual thing. Sex. Or the lack of it.”

“Is that because of me?”

“Partly, I suppose. Also perhaps we are not really meant for each other. She has other interests.”

“Oh, her running. She does keep very fit.”

“So do you.” I said, looking her up and down then staring into her eyes.

“Don’t be silly.”

“I’m not.” I slid along the seat, my arm finishing behind her shoulders.

I took one of her hands in mine.

“Don’t.” She protested but didn’t remove her hand. “Sally.”

“I told you.” I turned her face towards me with my other hand. “We’re finished.”

I leaned forward and kissed her. Gently at first, our lips hardly touching then harder. I opened my lips and probed between hers with my tongue. At first she stiffened then she relaxed, he lips parted allowing my tongue entry. She pushed against me with her own. Hesitantly at first then with greater force as her confidence increased. I lifted my hand and placed it on one of her tits, squeezing it through her T-shirt and bra. My other hand I ran through her hair. Hair still damp from her shower.

I moved my other hand down to the buttons on her shorts. She stiffened again.

“Relax.” I murmured, looking into her eyes.

“We shouldn’t.”

“Shush.” I encouraged. “You know you want to.”

“But Sally.”

“She’s not here.”

I slipped onto my knees in front of her and almost tore the buttons from her shorts in my eagerness to undo them. She wore small, tight, pale green knickers beneath them. She lifted her ass as if in a trance as I pulled them both off. I lifted her thighs until her knees almost touched her tits then planted my lips on her slit. She gasped as I pushed my tongue inside her. Gasped again as I found and sucked on her clit. Keeping my tongue against it I pushed two fingers into her hole, working them from side to side, opening her. She moaned in disappointment as I lifted my head. I kissed her mouth whilst frantically unfastening my jeans to get my prick out and inside her before the spell was broken.

I guided it to her opening and pushed. She opened her mouth as if to say something so I kissed it again. From this angle I could only get it half way in but that would do for me. I pistoned in and out. Shortening and quickening my strokes as I came closer to coming. She wrapped her legs around my back, pulling me closer with her heels. Suddenly she straightened, almost lifting herself from the seat as I started to pump my come into her body. I moved slowly in and out, clearing the last few drops from the end of my prick then pulled out of her and stood up. I fastened my jeans as she placed her feet on the floor.

“What do we tell Sally.”

“Let’s just keep it our secret for a while.”

“But you said you were finished.”

“She doesn’t know that yet.”

“You Bastard.” She picked up her shorts and knickers and stood up. “How could you lead me on and do that to me.”

It was easy, surprisingly easy.

“Don’t take it too heart. It was only a fuck.”

“A fuck. Was that all it was to you?”

“What did you expect. My undying love and devotion.”

“I’ll tell Sally.”

“Then she would be upset and you couldn’t say you were raped or anything, could you?”

“But you lied.”

“Not really.”

I saw two legs moving past the window by our heads.

“She’s back.” I said pushing her towards the bathroom. “Get dressed.”

I bursa yabancı escort went back into the kitchen area and filled the kettle. I was lighting the gas beneath it as Sally joined me.

“You weren’t long.” I said. She was normally gone at least an hour.

She wrapped her arms around my waist.

“I was thinking about you.”

I turned to face her. Her face was flushed and there were beads of sweat on her brow.

She placed her arms around my neck and pulled my lips down to her own. Her lips opened for my tongue.

We pulled our mouths apart and she looked up into my eyes.

“You’re right. I haven’t been giving you as much attention as I should.” She rested her head on my chest. I looked over her head into Gill’s eyes. She looked furious. I smiled at her. She stormed off into her sleeping area hitting the door of the bathroom as she passed.

“You can’t do much about it with Gill on board.” I said, running my fingers down her spine. “Perhaps we could ask her to go to the shops. We need a newspaper and some fresh bread. I’ll go and speak to her while you have a shower.”

“Alright.” She kissed me again. “It sounds as if she’s finished in there.”

I patted her ass cheeks as she entered the bathroom then continued down the short corridor to Gill’s area. I found her sat on her bed with tears running down her cheeks.

I sat by her side and put my arm around her shoulders. She shrugged it off.

“You’re a Bastard.” She said with feeling.

“Shush, not so loud. Sally will hear.”

I replaced my arm around her shoulders and turned her face towards me.

“I’m not sorry what happened.” I said, brushing away her tears. “We can’t undo it. And we can’t tell Sally. You know that.”

I felt one of her tits. So firm. I could feel the nipple hard beneath my palm.

She stiffened.

“Shush.”

I murmured, gently squeezing and releasing. I kissed her lightly on the lips. The toilet was flushed behind me and the water pump whined again as the shower was turned on. I let my hand fall to her thighs. She automatically parted them. I rubbed the outline of her pussy through her shorts then slid my hand inside one of its legs and onto her panties. Pale green, I remembered. Their front was wet. I pushed against them. She opened her legs wider. I forced my fingertip to the top of her slit and found the hard bud of her clit. I rubbed it as hard and as fast as the cramped conditions inside her shorts allowed. She gasped then started to breathe heavily. Then shorter and faster breathes as I kept my finger moving. Her thighs suddenly closed around my hand as she gave out a deep sigh.

The shower was turned off and the whine of the water pump ceased. Sally stepped from the bathroom, a large towel tied around her breasts, furiously rubbing her hair with a second, smaller, one.

“Oh Sally.” I called standing up and adjusting my hard on so that it wasn’t obvious. Gill watched and smiled.

“Yes, Rich.” She stood by my side. I reached behind her and felt her ass cheeks through the towel.

“Gill’s happy to walk to the village.” She had a glow to her cheeks. “Aren’t you Gill?”

The hesitation was almost imperceptible. “Of course. What do we need?” “Bread, a newspaper, some beer and wine and something for tea. We can have cold meat sandwiches for lunch if we’re moving.” “We could always stop here today and go to the pub tonight for something to eat. They’re bound to do food.” I suggested, lifting the towel at the back. “Alright.” Gill said standing up and taking some money from the purse she took from under her pillow. “I shouldn’t take more than an hour.” “Don’t rush.” “I only hope he hasn’t asked you to carry to much.” Sally sounded doubtful.

“You’re the strongest.” I was finally touching her naked ass cheeks. “You go tomorrow.”

Gill’s eyes seemed to light up a little.

“I’ll go this time.” She walked to the four steps that led up to the deck. “See you later.”

I said, turning Sally towards our end of the boat, giving Gill a sight of her ass cheeks as I did so. A quick glance over my shoulder showed me she’d seen. In fact, she seemed to be studying them intently. I stepped between them and heard the door close behind her.

“You didn’t let her see my bottom?” Sally asked as we reached our bedroom. “What’s it matter? She’s got one the same. Don’t worry. She knows what we’re going to do.”

“You didn’t tell her?”

“No. But she isn’t that stupid.”

I stopped close behind her and, reaching around her front undid the towel and let it fall to the floor. I cupped a tit in either hand and felt them. She pushed her ass cheeks back against my prick. It was hard in seconds. “You do need it.” She said stepping away and lying on the bed.

She was right, I thought as I undressed. Having Gill had been fun but it had been quick, hurried. I wanted a long slow fuck. I lay by her side and felt her pubic mound before probing inside her pussy with my finger. bursa escort She took my prick in her hand and stroked it. I pushed a second finger into her hole. I kissed her. Then slid down the bed and sucked on one of her nipples keeping my fingers moving in and out of her. She arched her back and bent her knees. Taking that for the sign she was ready I moved over to kneel between her thighs and she guided my prick to her open pussy lips. I pushed deep into her with my first thrust. I pulled out, then slid back in again, slowly. Repeating and repeating the process. She arched her back and raised her hips to meet each thrust. Her pussy gripping and releasing me. Noises were coming from her throat. Her hips rotated, following each movement of my prick. Without prompting she lifted her legs to place her heels upon my shoulder. I was deeper inside her with each thrust. I could feel then hear her coming. It drove me on to quicken myself. Faster strokes. Still so deep inside her. She was so wet I slipped out once. She reached for my prick and almost stuffed me back inside. I could feel my balls lifting and I was there. I slammed as hard as I could into her. Bringing her off again as I pumped and pumped my sperm inside her. She gasped as I pulled out.

She lay there, bent in half, holding her ankles by her ears. Her pussy open, glistening. As if offering it to me. I lowered my mouth to it and licked, first the outside, then, using my thumbs to spread them, inside of her moist lips, tasting her juices and my own come. Her clit was standing proud; twice it’s normal size. She cried out when I sucked it into my mouth. I pushed a finger into her pussy as I worked her clit with my tongue and lips, then, removing it, pushed it against her anus. She gave a moan of protest as I slid it into her rear hole, working it from side to side. Her breathing was coming in gasps. Her anus squeezed my finger hard. A series a ‘Ahs’ escaped her lips as she lowered her thighs to grip my head.

Her body tensed, then relaxed with a sigh. I worked my finger in and out of her anus a few more time then pulled it out and, planting a full kiss on her pussy, rolled onto my back.

“Oh.” She said with feeling. “That was wonderful.”

“We could be doing that all the time if we didn’t have Gill with us.” She said the words I wanted to hear. “We can’t make her leave.”

I heard the door at the far end of the boat open.

I stood up and pulled on my jeans. Gill couldn’t be back so soon, surely?

I walked into the sitting area, buttoning up my shirt. Gill walked towards me followed by a tall, thin man with greying hair, in his early fifties who looked familiar.

“This is Bruce.” Gill introduced us.

The name sounded familiar.

“He lives permanently on the boat two up with his friend David. They’re having problems with their car so I suggested that, as you are doing a course in Mechanical Engineering, you might be able to sort it for them.” I wasn’t exactly doing a course in motor mechanics but I did know how an internal combustion engine worked.

“I’ll just get my shoes on.” I said and headed back into the bedroom.

I followed Gill and Bruce up on deck, remembering to stop and switch on our own engine and set it to idle to re-charge our own batteries. Then down the two step gangplank, past the empty boat, probably owned by weekenders, on to the next with a seventies Ford Cortina parked on the grass verge near by. How it ever got through its annual roadworthiness test was a mystery to me. It looked more rust than car. A bald man also in his fifties with a belly that showed the signs of too many pints of beer straightened up from under the bonnet.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with it this time?” He said, stepping back and looking at me as I would another man if he showed interest in the woman whom I was with.

“Never mind, John.” Bruce reassured him, touching him on the shoulder. “We have an expert.”

“Will somebody try switching it on?” I asked, looking at the pile of grease and dirt in the engine compartment.

Bruce sat behind the wheel and turned the switch. The battery tried to turn the engine. It was firing but nothing was happening.

“Fuel.” I said.

“There is fuel in it.” John said.

“It’s not making it from the fuel tank to the combustion chambers.” I said, squeezing the top water hose and looking for the bubble of air in the expansion tank. Nothing happened. “When was this car last serviced?”

The two men looked at each other.

“MOT’d?”

“We only use it to go to the shops and back once a week.” Bruce was out from behind the driving seat and watching my actions intently.

“Could just be you need a new fuel pump. Sometimes they seize up if the vehicle isn’t used. Do you have a hammer?”

“I’ll get it,” said John, stepping on board with surprising agility for a big man. He returned with a claw hammer.

I took it from him, located the fuel pump and, with difficulty because of its position, gave it a sharp couple of taps.

“Try it now. ” I said.

“What’s he doing.” I heard Sally ask behind me.

“Fixing our car.” John replied.

Bruce turned the key and the engine whined, spluttered then burst into life.

“Well done young man.” Bruce said standing up. “You certainly fixed that.”

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— CHAPTER 2: The Staff —

***

*JANUARY*

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please.”

I ceased my conversation with Cassandra and glanced over to Taylor, who surveyed her audience with regal bearing and a saucy smile on her face. She wore skimpy lingerie all in electric blue, basically a g-string and a brief bra beneath a silky robe. Her sandals had four-inch heels, and she fixed me in particular with a predatory leer.

Taylor was also standing before the wide double-doors behind which I had never been. It was my house, and yet there was one room I’d never been allowed to enter.

Based on the physical layout, it would be a decent sized-room, maybe the size of a typical boardroom. There were patio doors leading off towards the backyard pool, but the shades had always been kept closed so I could never peek inside. And so I stood with my closest friends, all clad in brief bedroom attire like Taylor. With another concerned glance at Cassandra, I sipped my cocktail and quivered inside with barely-restrained curiosity at what was behind the doors.

That curiosity had only been further fueled when our two young maids, Brittany and Melissa, came out of the room wearing the porn-star version of french maid outfits, revealing as much skin as they could get away with while still covering up the naughty bits. Cassandra had found several maids who were equally qualified and then specifically hired those two because they were the prettiest and most open-minded to our sexual lifestyle. I knew they wouldn’t be joining in, but extra eye-candy never hurt.

I watched Brittany’s ass shaking in her frilly skirt until Taylor had ushered them out a crack in the door and then closed it promptly. Then the two maids hurried back to the kitchen for further instructions.

By now, everyone seemed more than a little curious. Even Jeff Lee, who’d been the home’s architect, had no idea how the room was decorated. That part had been left to Mia and Taylor.

Speaking of Mia, she was trembling with excitement and practically hopping up and down both in eagerness to see her design revealed and for the festivities to begin.

“Thank you all for coming to my birthday party,” Taylor said gleefully. “I trust everyone’s been having a good time so far.” Everyone smiled and nodded as we glanced back and forth at each other.

“Well,” Taylor continued, “We FINALLY finished this part of my birthday present, and I’m telling you, I’m already wet just thinking about it. I only wish we had this place ready sooner. But better late than never. I now present to you… Taylor’s Playroom.” With a flourish, Taylor turned and popped open both doors, pushing them wide to the sides as she stepped forward. The other seven of us quickly followed after.

Two steps in, a very specific word came to mind: decadent.

Recessed lighting had been angled to point at the walls and illuminate some rather erotic statues and artwork scattered throughout the room, and yet there was also plenty of overhead light. Heavy drapery added to the rich, luxurious feel in harmony with the wall colors.

My feet automatically noticed the soft padding beneath. The floor material was firm and yet cushiony, textured without being rough, and soft while feeling smooth. I could already imagine throwing a woman down and fucking her on this floor without worrying about rugburn or sore knees.

The furniture was all custom. There wasn’t an obvious couch in sight. There were, however, many, many cushions and geometric objects around. The largest pieces could be considered couch-shaped as they had a flat sitting surface and a cushioned backrest. But it was clear that every piece of “furniture” was designed to be fucked on (or in). Only the coffee tables with built-in cupholders and softened corners had a more real world functionality.

And then there was the A/V system. Mood music with a heavy bass thumped quietly all around us. Some of the ambient lights were even synchronized to react with the music. And then there were the three big-screen plasma TVs spaced out across the walls, apparently running an endless loop of porn, complete with audio.

“Wow…” Jeff spaced out for a moment, actually staring at the room’s decorations and not the porn video.

“Cool!” Kaitlyn gushed and then promptly sprinted across the room and then launched herself into the air, crashing down onto some of the cushions. “Come here, baby,” she beckoned to her boyfriend. And then the young couple was energetically french-kissing while Kaitlyn had settled into a little valley of velvet that cocooned around their bodies.

“Niiice,” Rebecca cooed while sidling up to Mia, who looked on with a proud smile. “You did this?” she asked the Chinese girl.

“Well, I had a lot of assistance from Taylor. But yes,” she stated in her clipped British accent and smiled.

“So tell me… how do you use… THAT?” Rebecca stepped beside Mia and pointed towards the left wall which was dominated by an elaborate bursa escort framework of metal and rubber that looked rather intimidating.

Taylor caught the question and stepped forward. “Charlotte.”

“Yes, ma’am,” her personal assistant was immediately by her side.

Taylor’s eyes glittered. “Let’s go show our guests how to use the… ah… equipment.”

Charlotte’s blush turned her entire body pink and she quivered with excitement. “Yes, ma’am.”

Taking another look, I realized the apparatus reminded me of Taylor and Charlotte’s little dungeon. I chuckled to myself as my wife led her submissive assistant and Rebecca to the equipment and then heard the gasp of surprise as Taylor clapped a fur-lined handcuff around Rebecca’s wrist.

In the meantime, Mia sauntered over to where Jeff had just rolled off Kaitlyn and the two panted for air. Jeff’s lower face was smeared with Kaitlyn’s lipstick.

“Hi, I’m Mia.”

“I’m Jeff,” he replied easily. “You designed this room?”

“Uh-huh,” the slender Asian nodded. “And you designed the house?”

“Yes, I did,” Jeff drawled.

“Ooh… I’d love to talk about the design work,” Mia sighed and absently caressed the upper slopes of her breast while turning her head and posing prettily.

“Uh-huh,” Jeff answered while letting his eyes roam up and down yet another beautiful woman hanging around my house. He glanced at Kaitlyn for a moment, who just smirked at him and then nodded.

“Well,” Jeff started. “Why don’t we find a quiet corner where we can… talk… about the designs…”

“Ooh, lets!” The cute Chinese girl reached down and helped Jeff to his feet. Then the two of them scooted off towards another mound of cushions while *actually* starting to talk about architecture and lighting.

Meanwhile, Kaitlyn held a hand out to me. “Hi John. I’ve missed you.”

“What, Jeff not making you happy anymore?” I teased and took her hand.

She pulled me to her and we rolled onto a long, bedlike couch with an angled backrest. “Of course he is,” she laughed. “But you’ll always be special. And I’ll forever be your cute, horny, mistress.” And with that Kaitlyn pulled me into a kiss.

But after a few moments swapping tongue with the gorgeous young blonde, she pulled back and smiled at my personal assistant, who was patiently waiting to the side. “And Cassandra! It’s been such a long time since I got to play with you!”

Kaitlyn opened her arms to the taller blonde and the two women embraced warmly with firm hugs and a few pecks on the lips. “Is John treating you right? Paying enough attention to you with all these other hot women around?”

“I don’t know,” Cassandra glanced at me with humorous mirth in her eyes. “He’s been kinda mean lately about this whole Crown acquisition.”

“You can’t be mean to her, John!” Kaitlyn protested. “After all, this is the woman who taught me how to properly blow you. And where would we be if she hadn’t done that for us?”

“Hey, hey, I was lonely,” I protested. “SHE was the one not paying enough attention to me!”

“Well in that case, YOU should make that it to HIM, Cassandra.” Kaitlyn rolled me onto my back and then sent the taller woman to my other side so they could both hover over my crotch. “WE should make it up to him.”

And with that, the young blonde dragged my lounge pants and shorts down to my knees while Cassandra ducked her head and took a long lick along my shaft from balls to crown. And when Kaitlyn came back to join her, my assistant held up my rapidly hardening cock vertical so that both women could tongue me from each side.

I reclined my head back and just enjoyed the sensations as Kaitlyn laid down to start running her lips along my shaft while Cassandra moved to the head and began licking it like a lollipop.

Meanwhile, Taylor was introducing Rebecca to the art of bondage. And rather than ease the fit athletic trainer into it, Taylor was metaphorically throwing Rebecca into the deep end.

The athletic brunette was naked and actually suspended in mid-air. She was dangling by her arms, which were cuffed at the wrists and elevated on pulleys. Her ankles were similarly cuffed and spread to the sides. And a thick black blindfold covered the upper-half of her face. That bit of cloth was also the only thing left covering her body, and her toned musculature was on full display and covered with a fine sheen of nervous sweat.

“I… I don’t think I like this…” Rebecca stuttered while Taylor circled her and rubbed the sensitive nipple of Rebecca’s right breast.

“Oh, I think you’re liking this just fine,” Taylor said softly and then motioned to Charlotte, who was kneeling on the floor between Rebecca’s legs, stretched wide by the chains. Charlotte leaned forward and took a long lick of Rebecca’s bare slit from bottom to top, and the trainer quivered in her bonds.

“It’s too late now, Rebecca,” Taylor intoned. “You’ve already agreed and there’s altıparmak escort no backing out. You’re not responsible anymore for what happens to you. It’s entirely in my hands now.”

And with that, Taylor seized Rebecca’s head and plunged her tongue into the back of the bound woman’s throat. Charlotte similarly gripped Rebecca’s rock- hard buttcheeks and shoved her tongue deep into Rebecca’s very wet pussy.

Familiar twitching in my cock and balls brought my attention back to my own situation, where Cassandra and Kaitlyn were still alternating blowjobs. I didn’t want to cum in anyone’s mouth just yet. Not when there were so many more pleasant options to choose from. So I motioned for them to let me up while I twisted my head around looking for a suitable piece of new furniture.

I saw it a moment later. The long, curving object made its purpose quite clear, and with a grin on my face I started directing my lovely blonde goddesses into position.

Cassandra sat in the reclined chair, her back tilted comfortably with her legs supported on the split “arms” that jutted off at angles away from her, as if she were on a gynecological table. With her butt in the shallow “seat”, and her legs spread to the sides, a curving object like a three-foot oblong bench was situated between her knees. And when I placed Kaitlyn on her belly atop this “bench”, Kaitlyn’s head in the *perfect* position to lean in and start lapping away at Cassandra’s pussy.

It also supported her torso so that Kaitlyn’s ass was pointed right back at me. It even had grooves cut into the sides so that Kaitlyn could kneel on the padding and wriggle her ass back at me.

I was really starting to like this room. Stepping into position, I gripped the young blonde’s hips, aimed my cock, and slowly began sinking my cock into her juicy wet snatch from behind.

Kaitlyn moaned as I filled her up with my thickness, and for a moment I closed my eyes to revel in the old familiarity of the young woman’s wonderful pussy. And then licking my lips in anticipation, I held her hips and began to pump myself in and out of her while she whimpered happily, “Fuuuuck, John. So good!”

I also had a great view across the room. After a minute of watching my shaft disappearing into Kaitlyn’s body and then reappearing, I looked up to survey the orgy unfolding.

Somewhere along the line, Mia and Jeff had dispensed with the architectural discussion and started their sexual “conversation”. Mia was suspended in a mesh hammock and tugging on some pull cords to swing her own body back and forth and up and down. Jeff had his dick in her pussy and he was just trying to hang on for the ride as the energetic young girl fucked herself upon him.

Meanwhile, Taylor and Charlotte had graduated their victim to toys and whips. Rebecca’s restraints were on tracks and moveable before locking them back into a new position. Her arms had been pulled forward a few feet and her legs pulled back so that her body was still suspended but tilted forward at a forty-five degree angle. I could see Rebecca’s muscles tensing as she strained to maintain her position. With her physical fitness, I knew under ordinary circumstances she could endure for a good long while.

But these weren’t ordinary circumstances.

Charlotte had stripped naked as well, leaving birthday-girl Taylor the only one in the room with some clothes on. But Charlotte was also wielding one of the girls’ double-ended strap-on dildoes, fucking Rebecca from behind almost as hard as I was doing to Kaitlyn. Meanwhile, Taylor had lost her bra and was feeding her tits to Rebecca, whipping the poor girl’s body with a riding crop whenever her oral attentions seemed to slacken.

From the visuals around me and the aural stimulation of six women exclaiming their pleasure, plus the porn videos still playing on the TVs and the pumping music, not to mention the tight blonde’s pussy squeezing my dick, my heart was racing and my sexual stamina was taking a severe beating.

Kaitlyn had already slurped Cassandra to orgasm while my assistant was caressing her own heavy tits. And Kaitlyn was just now cresting over into her own climax while I pounded her pussy and bounced my pelvis off her buttcheeks. And when Kaitlyn came, her final spastic contractions just about set me off as well, naked pussy and fertile womb or not.

Desperate for control, I pulled out and started panting, just barely keeping myself from the edge of my own orgasm. Kaitlyn sagged against her sex furniture and then craned her head around to me. “Cum in Cassandra,” she panted. “Cum in her so I can slurp it out of her.”

Sounded like a plan to me. Kaitlyn rolled out of the way and tugged her “bench” away. That gave me room to step between Cassandra’s spread legs and with my Aussie bombshell beckoning me to her, I slid my throbbing cock into her sodden pussy.

“Fuck me, Jonathan. Fuck me and fill me.” She gasped and licked her lips. Cassandra görükle escort turned to Kaitlyn. “You’ll share, won’t you?”

“Of course,” the blonde 20-year-old smiled. “Cum in her, John. Don’t make me wait any longer. I want to taste you both.”

That was all it took, and with a grunt I gripped Cassandra’s hips and pounded her as hard as I could for the final few strokes. Then I buried myself in to the root and let fly with a massive load.

Cassandra actually came with me, holding my back and moaning up a storm as she felt my pecker injecting her with blast after blast of scalding cum. And as the dizzy wave came over me and I collapsed against her chest, Cassandra cooed in my ear and stroked my back lovingly.

I was only able to rest there for a few moments before Kaitlyn impatiently tapped my shoulder. “Don’t make me wait,” she complained.

I grinned and then pulled out and backed out of the way while Kaitlyn quickly sank to her knees and fastened her facial lips around Cassandra’s vaginal lips. Cassandra’s eyes fluttered and she moaned while the young blonde hoovered out all my spooge. And a minute later, Kaitlyn stood up and extended her tongue out to pass some of my cum for Cassandra to suck off.

Just then, Jeff started grunting as he pinned Mia’s light body against his pelvis, obviously blowing HIS load into the slender Asian girl. A gleam caught in Kaitlyn’s eyes and she quickly left us to go hoover her boyfriend’s cum out of yet another pussy.

When Jeff pulled away, Mia was still in the aftershocks of her own climax and even though Kaitlyn was as much a stranger to her as Jeff was, she simply held the blonde’s head to her crotch while Kaitlyn happily slurped away.

Somewhere along the line, Taylor and Charlotte had released Rebecca, who was now slumped against the wall and gasping for air. Her entire body trembled from the exertion, but from the puddle of fluids on the floor just beneath her crotch, it hadn’t been an entirely unpleasant experience.

Our first round thus complete, Taylor went to the door and pressed a button. A minute later, our french maids came into the room bearing trays of water, Gatorade, and cocktails.

Brittany, the young blonde maid whose ass I frequently stared at, simply came to a halt as she entered the room, her hazel eyes wide in shock at the scene before her. She’d probably had an idea of what to expect, but to actually see it was more than she’d been prepared for. And from the way she started rubbing her thighs together, I knew that maintaining her professionalism was going to be a small challenge.

I smiled to myself. I’d have to keep my eyes on her.

But in the meantime, I had my guests to entertain.

***

With minimal effort at moving furniture, there actually WAS an arrangement that formed a large circle of couches with coffee tables in the center. We all came together and chatted while the two boys recharged… at least for a little bit.

Rebecca decided she wanted a little revenge and while there was no way she was going to get Taylor into the harness, Charlotte was more than happy to be tied up and continue. So the two pretty brunettes returned to their jungle gym and soon the rest of us were more interested in watching Rebecca using a riding crop on Charlotte’s naked ass than our conversations.

Taylor also took the time to sidle over to Jeff. “Hello Mr. Architect,” she said demurely before taking a sip from her Cosmo.

“Hello Miss Supermodel,” he replied easily.

“You miss me?” Taylor grinned.

“Well, not really,” he deadpanned while winking at Kaitlyn. “But I’m always, always happy to see you,” he smiled.

Taylor pouted but held her hand out to him. Kaitlyn kissed him one last time on the cheek and then Taylor helped him to his feet and the two of them headed for what looked like a circular sinkhole completely surrounded by a wall of cushions. Taylor had immediately dubbed it the “lovenest”.

At the last second as they approached, Jeff suddenly seized Taylor around her waist and flung my wife into the six-foot diameter recession. He growled loudly and then pounced, the pair’s laughter filling the room as an odd contrast to Charlotte’s shrieks of pain.

Kaitlyn and Mia seemed more interested in continuing their conversation. From the snippets I’d picked up, the two young ladies had a lot in common, their nymphomania and energetic enthusiasm just two of their similar qualities. Mia also wanted to pick Kaitlyn’s brain about being a kind of third wheel (fourth wheel?) onto mine and Taylor’s and Cassandra’s convoluted relationship.

Speaking of which, Cassandra kissed me passionately and then stood up to take her leave.

“What?” I complained. “The party’s just getting started.”

“And you have more than enough beauty around you to keep you entertained. Go to them,” Cassandra gestured. “I’ll be fine.”

“But I don’t want you to feel neglected.”

“I’m not,” Cassandra smiled. “I’m here to make sure you’re happy, and you are. Besides, I enjoy things more when we have some private time to ourselves.”

I looked regretfully at my ever-loyal assistant. She ran her fingertips over my cheeks and then leaned in to kiss me. I let it linger and massaged her lips with my own until she broke the kiss. “I love you, Jonathan.”

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Fred and his two friends Bob and Joe had left the pub early. Well, they hadn’t left, as such.. Having consumed a considerable quantity of beer, they were politely asked to leave by the. manager.. . “No problem guys,” slurred Fred, “We can go back to my place, I got some beer in the. fridge. Patty will most likely be in bed already, so we can drink some more and watch the game. on TV.”

Readily agreeing with this suggestion, all three men hailed a taxi for the short journey to. Fred’s house.

Climbing out of the cab, Fred saw, with some surprise, that his wife’s friend’s blue. Toyota was parked in the drive. Great, he thought sarcastically, that meant that the two women. would be gossiping for hours and would probably complain about him bringing his friends back. to watch the game. He turned to his friends.

“Be quiet guys, okay. We can sneak in the back door and into the den. If we don’t make. to much noise, they might not notice us!”

The alcohol misting their brain’s, Fred’s two friends once again accepted this idea as. making some sort of sense and followed him towards the back door. Fred let them in quietly,. stumbling and cursing in hushed tones. The three giggled like teenagers as they tip-toed their way. past the lounge towards the den. Fred stopped to listen at the slightly ajar lounge door as he came. to it. The beer had clouded his senses, but the deep, groaning voices from within startled him. back to sobriety. For a moment, Fred forgot that his friends were with him and burst in through. the door.

“What the fu-“

“Oh my god, Fred! What the hell are you doing back?” cried his wife Patty, as she saw. her husband enter the room. Her face was flushed red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. and the pitch of her voice was noticeably higher. Her companion, Jane, had only just realised that. they had been discovered, and raised her head from its previous position between Patty’s. outstretched and naked legs.

Fred stood almost speechless, the words seemed to rush into his mind and then evaporate. in the air before he had chance to voice them.

“What the fuck?” he said again

Patty, having almost rationalized the situation, and knowing there was little point in trying. to bluff her way out of it, seemed visibly calmer than her husband. Sitting as she was on the floor. with her back to the sofa, she pulled Jane’s also naked body towards her in a protective fashion.

“Come on Fred,” she said, “You know that Jane is bisexual. We have known each other. for a long time. Are you really that surprised?”

It was true. Jane and Patty had know each other long before Fred had come on the scene. and Jane had actually introduced them to each other.

“Yes..yes..” stammered Fred, finally finding his voice. He was suddenly aware of his two. friends still standing behind him in the doorway. “But you? Your not a lesbian…you can’t be, can. you?”

“No Fred, I’m not gay, I’m not really even completely bi-sexual. It’s just with Jane it all. feels so natural. You know we are very close! Please don’t be angry with me”

“Yeah, come on Fred,” said Bob with a smile as he and Joe moved forward and flanked. their friend on either side. “This is one hot situation, my friend! I say we let em get on with it -. as long as we can watch!”

“Shit, Bob! This is my wife we’re talking about here!”

“Yeah, bursa sınırsız escort I know,” replied Joe, “but look at them, man. How many times have we talked. about this type of thing and how hot it would be to see? And now it’s here, right in front of us.”

Fred looked over at the two women. Jane’s large breasts contrasted very nicely with her. friend’s smaller ones, and despite himself, he could feel a rising erection.

“If it’s okay with Fred, it’s cool with me,” said Patty with a smile. “But you’ll have to do. more than watch, I may like Jane’s pussy, but I also love a nice juicy prick as well!”

“Me too!” cried Jane. “Every now and then, I just have to feel a big cock up me. It feels. so much better than the plastic ones I’m used to!”

It seemed to Fred that the decision had already been made. He loved his wife and would. never dream of refusing her anything she really wanted, plus Jane looked really sexy sitting there. with her big tits on show. He could see that the nipples were puffy and swollen as if they had just. recently been sucked. Jane’s legs were together as she cuddled up to Patty, but Fred could just. see that she had shaved off all her pubic hair, something which excited him greatly and that he. had been trying to get Patty to do for ages. His cock ached in the confines of his jeans.

“Okay,” Fred finally agreed. “As long as you’re sure babe.”

“Oh, I’m sure all right,” his wife cried her reply, “Now, get out of those clothes you three.. You’re definitely overdressed!”

As Fred and his friends quickly removed their clothing, the two women returned to the position. they had been in before they were disturbed; Patty spread her legs and Jane, kneeling on all fours. ducked her head back between her friend’s open thighs. Before the three men were even down. to their underwear, they could hear the moans and cries of Fred’s wife as Jane stabbed her long. pink tongue in and out of the other woman’s vagina. Fred knew those sounds only too well and. was aware that she was fast approaching an orgasm. He knew just how to help her along.

Throwing the last remnants of his clothing onto the floor, he quickly moved to his wife’s. side. He looked down between her legs, fascinated at how Jane’s head bobbed up and down. between her thighs as she brought her friend closer and closer towards her climax. Patty’s gasps. and sighs had almost reached a crescendo as Fred, lowered his head and took one of his wife’s. small, hard nipples into his mouth and began to roll his tongue around the distended bud. He bit. down lightly and smiled to himself as he heard and felt her scream out her orgasm and her whole. body shudder as she came. Jane continued to caress her friend’s labia with her tongue as Patty. began to relax.

Until then, Bob and Joe had been quietly watching from the side, stroking a pair of large. erections as they enjoyed the show. Bob was the first to move. Jane had not changed her position. and was still on all fours with her pert bottom stuck up high in the air. Patty disengaged herself. from her lovers oral caresses and joined her husband and Joe as they watched Bob crawl up. behind Jane. His cock was sticking out in front of him as he began to run his hands over Jane’s. upturned buttocks. Jane sighed deeply as his fingers found and entered bursa escort bayan her wet pussy. The labia. spread invitingly before him as he sank two digits deep into her body.

The three spectators watched with awed fascination as Jane’s hips began to rock back and. forward in time to the thrusts of Bob’s fingers. Her buttocks were spread wide and Fred could. see her tiny puckered asshole wink and contract; the same buttocks that he had seen many times. before encased in tight jeans and lusted over when he thought his wife wasn’t watching!

As Bob fingered her sweet pussy and thumbed her clit, Jane was fast nearing her own. climax.

“Ohhhhhh…quick, Bob…put it in me now…I’m almost there…stick that big cock up my. wet cunt and fuck me hard!!”

Bob was a little surprised at her choice of language, but, nevertheless, was more than. happy to give the bitch what she wanted. Positioning himself quickly at the entrance to her. honeypot, he thrust his full eight inches deep into her. Jane gasped out loud and Bob moaned as. he felt her internal muscles grip him and pull him deeper in. There was no finesse as he began. to plough his cock into her. He pounded her pussy hard and fast, grabbing her large hanging. breasts for balance and pulling her back onto his cock with every lunge he made. He knew that. he would not be able to last long, and as Jane’s body began to shake and convulse as she. orgasmed, Bob threw back his head and jerked his seed deep into her moist tunnel.

Watching this display of lust had caused Fred and Joe to become even harder and Patty had. positioned herself between the two friends and had been slowly masturbating them both as they. all looked on. Bob was now completely spent, and Jane had repositioned her body so that she. could lick the last remnants of fluid from his softening penis, her ass once again high in the air. so that everyone could see the cum dribble from her open hole.

“Fred, why don’t you let me give Joe here a nice blow-job while you give Jane a little. more attention.” said Patty to her husband. “It looks like Bob will need some time to recover, and. Jane’s always said that she would like to feel a cock in her ass. I told her how great it feels, and. she really wants to try it!”

Fred was over behind the kneeling Jane in a flash. The ass that had been the centre of his. imaginary lust for so long was now in his hands, and as he knelt behind her and spread those. wonderful sexy globes he felt his cock twitch in anticipation. He bent his head down and heard. Jane gasp as his tongue flicked over the little star shaped opening. She trembled and came again. as he snaked his tongue over and then into the small hole.. . Meanwhile, Joe was feeling great. He had never dared to tell Fred, but he had always fancied. Patty. Her pretty lips seemed made for sucking cock and now he was finally going to experience. that pleasure. He could see Fred out of the corner of his eye as he prepared to enter Jane’s well. lubricated butt and figured that, while he was so busy, he could hardly object to Patty’s lips that. were currently converging on his own cock.

Joe gasped loudly as Patty sucked him deep into her mouth. Fred had always claimed. proudly, that his wife was the best cock sucking bitch in the area, and Joe now had to agree with. that description. nilüfer escort She rolled her expert tongue around his glans for several minutes, bobbing her. head up and down as she fellated him and then, with a deft movement she adjusted the angle of. her head and sank right down on his shaft. Joe felt himself throbbing as her throat contracted. around his cock, and with a cry of ecstasy he released his seed. He had never experienced such. a classic, deep throat blow job and was surprised that his cock kept jerking inside her throat as. more and more of his cum flooded into her mouth and seeped from the edges of her lips.

With the atmosphere in the room electrically charged and the whole area filled with the aroma. of hot sex, Bob, Joe and Patty moved closer to Fred and Jane. They were keen to see the finale. of the evening, and Patty especially, was eager to see her husband take her friend’s anal cherry.

Jane was still in the “doggy” position that she had been in most of the night and Fred was. standing with bent legs over her upturned butt. They had finally found the perfect position and. Fred was pushing his cock slowly downwards against her tight anal opening. The other three. were all close enough to see the skin around Jane’s asshole stretch and expand as Fred kept up. the gentle pressure. His eyes were tight shut and with clenched teeth he gave a final small thrust.. Jane squealed as finally she felt Fred’s cock penetrate her.

“Aaahhhhhhh…oh my GOD!” she cried as he sank into her. “Ohhhh…don’t stop, Fred.. It feels so good now!……fuck me Fred…Fuck my ass!…”

Using his hands on her butt to steady himself, Fred began a slow in and out motion with. his manhood. The sensations were quite fantastic and reminded him of his first ass fuck with. Patty. Jane’s tight muscle gripped his cock like a vice as he fucked her. Her butt was now so high. in the air that her body was at almost a right angle to the floor. He tried to go slow and make it. last, but with Jane’s grunts of encouragement and the guttural voices from his friends and his. wife telling him to fuck Jane’s butt deeper, he knew that the end was in sight.

The spectators were all playing with themselves and each other as the watched the display. in front of them, and Frank wanted to give the something to remember. Bob and Joe had already. shot their second load of cum that evening as they masturbated on either side of Patty, finally. ejaculating thick streams of hot cum over her small, perky tits as she buried three fingers deep. in her own pussy.

Frank felt his balls contract and knew that this was it. With a popping sound he pulled. his spasming meat clear of Jane’s butt and began to cum over her buttocks. This had the desired. effect on his wife who shuddered to her own climax just as Fred’s seed hit Jane’s hot skin. Spurt. after spurt of juice shot from the end of his twitching dick and trickled in rivulets down Jane’s. buttocks and onto her thighs. With his dick quickly softening, Fred used his fingers to push it. back into Jane’s ass with a squelch and squeezed the last remaining drops of cum into her anus.

Finally exhausted, all five friends sat recovering their breath. Fred looked at his wife and Jane.. Patty had cum covering her tits, her nipples still hard and swollen and her lipstick smeared. Jane. looked completely fucked. She didn’t even have the strength to close her legs and her trembling. thighs lay open with cum dribbling from her pussy and ass. This evening had come as quite a. shock to Fred, but as he saw his wife crawl towards Bob’s hardening tool, he knew that the night. was not yet over! He made a mental note to leave the pub early more often in the future!

The End.

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The dense, humid air on the platform had been annoying Thea, and she breathed a cool sigh of relief from the conditioned interior of the subway car. Looking immediately for an open spot, she took the only empty seat on one side of the car, leaving Shane sandwiched between Thea’s parents opposite her. The longing look on the faces of her parents and the awkward expression on Shane’s face made her regret her quick moves, but she wasn’t about to give up her seat now. Turning away from the clinging looks of her party, she perused the characters on the train, internally praising and criticizing each in turn- for a well chosen outfit, sloppy style or rude, glazed stare.

Sitting to the right of her were two girls, both wearing trendy, athletic apparel in startlingly well-matched ensembles. Neither of them attracted her attention much, until the sturdier of the two, sitting further away, glanced at her with a pair of deep aqua eyes. Nice, she thought, but then turned away to check out the incredibly burly Latino man on her left. Just as she looked away, though, the girl with the eyes leaned forward and rested her elbows on her parted knees, brushing her friend’s leg as she did so. As soon as it happened, her wandering eyes flicked back to the couple and then met Shane’s smiling eyes.

Thea smiled too, and the two of them made a silent connection with the other “us” on the train. At the next stop, Thea’s parents got off, waved goodbye till tomorrow’s brunch, and headed back to their hotel to wash off the filthy city and curl up for a rejuvenating night of sleep. Thea stood with her parents and claimed the seat next to Shane, taking her hand and getting a better look as the couple now sitting at a diagonal from her. And she was suddenly glad she chose the seat closer to them so she sat between Shane and the dykes across the way, protecting her claim. She wrapped her arms around Shane in a quick hug as the train pulled away, and saw her grimace and grip the back of her neck. Kissing her hand away, she started massaging Shane’s neck and kissing her hair as she felt the weight of Shane’s head on her shoulder.

The train stopped again and the girl with the eyes turned to the window behind her, as if looking for someone on the platform. As she did this, she slipped her arm nonchalantly over her partner’s shoulders. Shane laughed silently next to Thea. In the next few moments, the girl with the eyes had manipulated her position so that it mirrored Thea’s exactly. Thea nestled her face into Shane’s neck and giggled, “They’re following us!” Shane smiled back and kissed her on the cheek.

They glanced across the car and watched the girl with the eyes plant a soft kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek. The four of them rode for awhile in silence, sneaking a look at each other every few seconds, Thea and the girl with the eyes keeping protective grasps on their human treasures. After awhile, Thea’s eyes started to wander and stopped on the figure of her opponent’s girlfriend. She was smaller than her blue-eyed companion. She was equally athletic, and the attractive curve of her muscled arm held Thea’s attention for a moment. At her feet was a small backpack with an id tag attached. “Emily”, it said. The girl with the eyes was holding a similar card, which stated her name in the same bold letters; “Jack”. How appropriate, Thea thought. Her mother must have named her Jacqueline and been simply devastated when her daughter turned out to be a sporty dyke who refused to go by the girlie name and chose something utterly bursa escort masculine instead.

Thea chuckled and turned her gaze back to Emily. She wore a white basketball jersey and a pair of fitted sweats that showed her tanned calves and ankles above her basketball shoes. Thea loved ankles. Something about the innate femininity of a woman’s ankles, especially when she was a particularly butch woman, emphasized that dynamic of feminine dominance (such a conflicting, paradoxicdal, beautiful thing) that Thea so loved.

She let her eyes linger there on Emily’s lower legs for a moment, but then she crossed her ankles and Thea’s eyelids fluttered and met Jack’s entrancing eyes. The two of them locked stares and fought in a silent, still minute. The look on the Jack’s face suggested that Thea had crossed the line by violating her property with a gaze. The train stopped and Shane stood to get off, but Thea, still staring into those aqua eyes, pulled Shane back down next to her, clutching the back of her neck, and kissed her. Shane pulled back almost immediately and hissed, “What are you doing?”

“There’s nobody around baby- don’t you want me?” Thea replied in a soothing, almost misogynist tone. Shane glanced behind her around the car. The only remaining passengers were a black man in his mid-thirties standing by the center doorway, an old Asian couple dozing in the opposite corner, and the girl with the eyes, who, Shane noticed, was now playfully nibbling her partner’s neck. She had seen that look in Thea’s eyes before, and it was not one she wished to argue with. Overt resistance or not, Shane knew that she would somehow end up kissing Thea on the subway that night, so why try to argue? With a sigh, Shane wrapped her arms around Thea’s waist and kissed her passionately.

At the next stop, the Asian couple hobbled off the train, Jack put her hand under Emily’s jersey as she kissed her open mouth. Thea put her legs on Shane’s lap and took her head in both hands, exploring Shane’s tongue, cheeks, and teeth with her tongue. The black man by the doors caught sight of the girls’ goings on and at the next stop, hastily stepped off the train while looking back a number of times as if to question the reality of what he was seeing.

As the train pulled away, Jack glanced up at Thea’s progress and, still watching them, she pulled up Emily’s jersey to the bottom of her sports bra, and bent down to lick the length of her abs and slide her hands under the jersey, slowly but firmly caressing her breasts, kneading and scratching the skin. Emily closed her eyes and put her head back, her hands in her lover’s hair. Thea clearly recognized the challenge and took it, first straddling Shane, pressing their bodies close together, and pulling open her button down shirt (was that a button that popped off?). Thea ran her fingers over the soft heavy mounds on Shane’s chest, caressing her nipples softly, rolling them between her fingers, scratching them lightly with her long nails.

Thea pulled her lips away from Shane, a smile playing on her lips as she watched Shane catch her breath, breathe in deeply, and bite her lip in pleasure. A quick glance back at their rivals ensured Thea that Jack was gaining equal momentum with Emily poised over her knee, which was pressed firmly between Emily’s legs, and one hand flicking beneath her jersey. An announcement came over the speaker system; they were at the last Manhattan stop.

Thea stood and took Shane’s hand. She pulled her up from her seat, bursa escort bayan and looking behind her, Thea cast a challenging stare at Jack, and led Shane off the train. Thea had been wearing a shawl for the breezy evening, and laid it across one of the wooden seats made for waiting passengers. She pulled Shane around her and pushed her down in the seat, climbing on top of her again, kissing her passionately. Shane glanced around the platform before she relaxed. It was empty. Jack and Emily came out of the train in a few seconds and took account of the scene.

Jack saw Thea’s hand slide between Shane’s legs and her hand squeezed Emily’s in anger, frustration, desire- she didn’t know which. She swiftly pulled Emily onto the platform and over to one of the tiled support rods along the edge of the platform. She paused. Jack had always been afraid of the germs in subway stations. God knows how many passengers and homeless people passed through them every day, and left God knows what behind them.

Jack turned to look momentarily at Thea. She was rubbing her fingers firmly over Shane’s pants. Shane’s legs were spread apart and her head was back. Thea looked over at Jack with the eyes she would have given Shane at that moment to declare, “I’m fucking you.” And Jack was not about to be fucked. She turned to Emily and pushed her forcefully against the support, pressing her body against Emily’s and kissing her hard. She turned Emily’s head to the side and licked her from her collar bone, slowly up her neck to the lobe of her ear.

She paused there, and ran her fingers lightly up the inside of Emily’s strong, tan arms. This was her secret. Whenever she touched that soft skin on the inside of Emily’s forearm, whether they were in bed or at the grocery store, Emily shuddered and gave Jack a look of pure lust. Emily did this now, turning to look at Jack with hot, wet eyes. Jack pushed Emily’s head to the side again and bit her neck once, twice, and then ran her tongue lightly over Emily’s earlobe. Emily shivered, and a tiny sound escaped her lips.

Jack heard Thea turn around to look at her immediately- she had heard Emily. Instead of looking back, Jack slid her hand down Emily’s back, over her ass, and down the back of her firm thigh. She pulled Emily’s leg up and hooked Emily’s knee over her own hip. Then she took her lover by both arms and raised them above Emily’s head, holding her at the wrists with one hand while she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants with the other. She slid her hand down Emily’s stomach, under her pants and underwear, and into the hot, wet skin that had been waiting for her touch. Jack knew Emily liked it slow, but she was impatient. Jack rubbed her quickly, so Emily was breathing hysterically in seconds.

Jack looked back to see Thea slide down between Shane’s open legs. Thea herself didn’t know how exactly she had managed this. She pulled Shane’s loose men’s pants down just far enough that she could get to Shane’s body. Shane lay open on Thea’s shawl, and Thea slipped her tongue between Shane’s wet lips. She licked her from bottom to top, tasting the sharp metallic wetness of her vagina and then the softer, earthy flavor of her clitoris. Shane moaned quietly as Thea pleasured her with her tongue.

Thea could tell that Emily was close to getting off under Jack’s talented fingers, so Thea slid her fingers through the wet flesh right below the spot where her tongue flicked over Shane’s swollen skin. Thea’s fingers bursa merkez escort slid inside Shane easily. She started with one, and heard the pitch of Shane’s moans deepen. Thea pulled out and licked Shane slowly three times, hard licks directly over her clit; one, two, and on the third, she thrust her fingers deep inside her lover. Shane’s breath caught in her throat and she nearly let go of a scream, but didn’t.

Thea could hear Emily’s moans coming louder and faster from across the platform, where Jack had hoisted her nearly off the ground and was working between her legs with quick, heavy strokes as she breathed in Emily’s ears. Thea thrust into Shane again, feeling Shane’s hot flesh envelope her fingers, tightening and relaxing with every move she made. Thea sped up, her tongue flicking quickly to the rhythm of her fingers, which she pumped in and out of Shane’s body, faster and faster. Shane wasn’t giving up, though.

Thea cursed the quiet nature of her lover for a moment, and realized that she was not going to get the results she wanted in this direct fashion. She wondered that Emily wasn’t rubbed raw by now, but Jack was still working her, Emily’s head pounding against the support beam with each stroke of Jack’s hand. Thea stopped suddenly. She pulled her hands and tongue away from Shane and put her face next to Shane’s. Her lover’s eyes were closed but her brows were furrowed. “Why did you stop?” She asked breathily.

“I want you to want it more,” whispered Thea. “Listen to that woman,” she continued, and the two of them heard Emily’s moans rising to climax. “I want you to want me that loud. I want you to scream for me.” Thea breathed into Shane’s ear. “Let me hear you,” and she thrust her fingers suddenly into Shane’s tight hole.

Shane let out a surprised moan, bordering on a scream, that made Jack look over. “Louder,” commanded Thea, and thrust again. Shane screamed. “Good,” Thea cooed. She thrust into Shane again and again, faster and faster, until Shane’s screams turned into one tortured noise and she yelled, “Please don’t stop fucking me, I’m so close,” Jack stopped touching Emily altogether and turned to look at Thea and Shane. Thea stared back, and as she did, she saw Emily tense and cum under the light pressure of Jack’s still fingers on her clit.

As Jack watched Shane, Thea saw her opponent’s lover throw her head back and open her mouth wide, her whole body shaking. Thea smiled and turned to Shane. She put her tongue back to work, and within three soft strokes on Shane’s swollen clit, Shane came hard, and screamed as she did. Thea put her mouth over Shane’s so quiet her and held her as she came into her fingers, her hands as she lay in Thea’s arms. With Shane quieted, Jack looked back to her own lover, who’s leg and wrists had dropped and whose body was collapsed in exhaustion. Jack and Emily looked each other in the eye. “Where did you go?” was all that Emily said, but Jack just stared back.

On the way home, Thea leaned on Shane’s shoulder and Shane kissed her hair. Neither of them spoke until they stepped off the train on their own platform and started up the stairs to their apartment. As they took the last two steps up to ground level, Shane took Thea’s hand. “Well, I guess we showed them,” she said at last. Thea smiled back at her. “I guess we only have one more thing to do tonight,” Shane said.

“Oh, what’s that babe?” Thea asked. Shane twisted Thea’s arm behind her back and pulled her in close, forcing Thea’s legs around Shane’s knee. “Well you didn’t expect me to scream that loud without making you do the same, did you?” She laughed, and hoisted Thea harder onto her thigh, pulling her body close. “You had your fun,” she whispered playfully in Thea’s ear as Thea groaned from the pressure between her legs. “Not it’s my turn.”

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The evening had been erotic, but disturbing. The usually ebullient and confident Ekaterina was subdued, and her mood communicated itself.

Emm, the only one of us unaffected by the events of the day, was happily letting her Mistress run her hands over her superb body, but contributed little beyond her undoubted sexiness. She had clearly been attracted by the Vampire Countess, Anna, and the way in which she had aided her in taking Ekaterina’s head servant, Ivana, had about almost the air of an act of rebellion. Ekaterina had, effectively, bribed Anna with three girls, but my intuition told me it would not end there. Emm seemed to have become a trophy, and the contest for her would be intense.

But Ekaterina was nothing if not the perfect hostess, and putting her own anxieties aside, exquisitely mannered as ever, she asked us about our tour of the area in the afternoon. Sarah told her how much we had enjoyed it, and we talked about the beauty of the area and of the dacha. Ivana sat silently. We did our best to speed the conversation along, but nothing really worked; the elephant in the room was too large. Well before midnight, Ivana asked for permission to retire, and Emm took the same opportunity. I had talked with Sarah about what we should do, and when Ekaterina offered a night-cap, Sarah declined, and I accepted.

With the others gone, Ekaterina dropped her act and looked serious.

Offering me some fine old Russian brandy, she asked me what I had made of Anna and the night’s events?

I chose my words with care.

‘I was disturbed, and won’t insult your intelligence by pretending I was not. I will risk asking you what is going on. Who is Countess Anna Moxy Meszaros, and what is she up to?’

Ekaterina chose her words equally carefully.

‘She has connections with the Mafia here, and she supplies them with girls, drugs and provides a money-laundering service; she needs handling with care. She is reputed to be a vampire, and as you saw this evening, not without reason. I supply her with girls, and she provides some protection for some of my more, shall we say, risky activities. She is highly competitive, and much as I should like her eliminated, she has friends in Moscow who would object to my taking such a escort bayan course of action.’

That began to make sense of the tension. As Ekaterina had been so open, I thought I would follow suite.

‘Let’s not beat about the bush, although she took Ivana, she was effectively declaring her interest in Emm. I know you have feelings towards Emm, and we both know she reciprocates. But Emm’s weakness is her libido, and left to herself she could get herself into danger. What do you intend to do?’

‘I have never yet,’ she explained, ‘let feelings get in the way of business, but Emm is special, and I do not want to give her up.’

I took a sip of the brandy, with a little ginger added to ease the fire. Philistine, I know, but I needed to keep a clear head.

‘So, what are your options?’ I asked, quietly and seriously.

‘In reality? I could give her Emm and get a good price, or she will steal her, and then there will be a war, from which none of us will profit. I would be honour-bound to respond to the insult of Emm being stolen; she would be honour-bound to owe me a huge debt if I let Emm go. What would you do, Pixie?’

‘Put like that,’ I smiled, ‘it is a no-brainer. The only doubt would be if Emm did not want to go, but I suspect she does. The problem is that Emm is seldom a good judge of what would be best for her. But I think she wants Anna.’

‘I do, too,’ said Ekaterina, ‘and that being so, I might as well cash in rather than crash out. But I should miss Emm.’

I expressed my agreement and declined a top-up to my barely touched brandy. Ekaterina looked sad; logic and business were driving her in a direction which would hurt her emotionally. She loved Emm enough to worry about her fate.

‘If I might,’ I ventured, ‘maybe there could be an exploratory visit, or at least an “on approval” period in any deal?’

Ekatrina seemed lost in thought, and the silence deepened before she replied.

‘How would you and Sarah feel about an all-expenses trip to Transylvania, with, shall we say, a bonus for the safe delivery of the produce? I don’t much like the idea of Emm being taken from here, and I don’t trust a conventional airline. I’d be happier if you and Sarah felt you could help me. Would görükle escort a fee of £25k each compensate you for the inconvenience? If things did not work out, you could bring her back.’

I could not speak for Sarah, but I doubted she’d protest. Although to be honest, we would have done it for free. It seemed as decent a compromise position as the circumstances allowed.

We agreed that Ekaterina’s ‘people’ would open discussions with Anna’s ‘people’ about the terms on which Emm would be purchased. It was clear from the look on Ekaterina’s face that the price would be a high one. There would also be some discussion about an “on approval” period.

I asked whether she was not in danger of demanding too much, but she explained that once negotiations opened, the onus would be on Anna, just as, if Anna had stolen Emm, then Ekaterina would have been forced to act. The “approval” clause might well oil the wheels.

There was some strange code of honour going on here, and as long as those involved were happy, then I was not going to question it.

Sarah was in bed when I got back to our room.

Stripping my dress and knickers off, I climbed in next to her.

I nuzzled against her smooth, naked bottom, running my fingers down her ass crack until it reached her perineum. From there I slid it into the wetness between her thighs. She gave a little moan. Encouraged, I slipped my index finger into her cunt, feeling her petals part, as my finger probed her most private parts. Instinctively, she pushed back, and my finger slid in and out, I felt her warmth, her softness, her vulnerability. I drank in her scent, thinking how lucky I was to have this gorgeous woman as my wife.

She pushed herself back onto me. My tiny tits pressed against her naked back; my hard nipples ached as they pushed into her. My other hand snaked round and touched her luscious breast. I loved the way that her nipple expanded under my fingering. My tongue ran along her shoulders, and I felt her shiver, and then move closer to me.

Given her responses, I slid down her back, tracing my tongue down her spine to her arse-crack, and then, teasing the entrance to her anus, I pulled her legs apart and inserted a finger bursa elit escort as I kissed her cheeks. A small moan came from above, as she pushed herself onto my questing finger. Her cunt was so slick that I slid in and out with no difficulty. Her nectar ran onto my tongue, and I sucked greedily, taking each of her labia into my mouth and nibbling.

At that point, she ceased all pretence that she was asleep.

‘Pixie, you are such a little slut. Come here, you gorgeous pint-sized sexpot!’

She levered herself to sitting, straddling my face with her wetness, rubbing it all over my face, before settling it against my mouth. My tongue searched upwards until it found her folds, which it parted before entering her. My nose rubbed against her clit, and she moaned all the more loudly. She ground her cunt down on my face, even as I pushed up, wanting to be utterly coated with her cream. She was thick and gooey there, and as she pulled away, I could see strands of her juice adhering to her lips. That was it.

I drove two fingers firmly into her, with my thumb curling round to touch her asshole.

‘You horror!’

She gasped, falling forward to where she could lick my wetness. As I felt her tongue connect, I shuddered, biting her clit. She bit mine. Already hot from watching what had occurred with Ivana and the Countess, I felt my orgasm coming rapidly. Thrusting my fingers deep in her, I concentrated on her clit with my tongue, licking rapidly, with swift strokes.

And then the world exploded.

Sometimes the quick orgasm is, because it is the delayed reaction to a huge build up, more intense; so it was now.

I swear I lost consciousness. I remember moaning into her cunt, and my own feeling as though a flood had been released. My face was drenched, her juices flooding me. But beyond that, nada, nothing.

‘You okay, Pix?’

It was Sarah’s voice, but I was far away.

‘Oh, my, God, you passed out, didn’t you?’

She giggled.

As I came round, her face came into view. She looked worried but was beginning to break into a smile.

‘Kiss me, Hardy,’ I said, ‘It is a far, far better thing I do now.’

‘Pix, do you ever stop talking?’

She giggled.

‘Well, from what you said there has been a period of radio silence of at least a few minutes!’

We both laughed.

And, so relaxed were we that despite all there was to think about, we drifted off into that deep post-coital sleep which only lovers know. The morrow could take care of itself.

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My Tuesday morning programming class filed in, like soldiers, or maybe army ants. No, that wasn’t fair! They were a good group of people, most of them kids, with a sprinkling of adults to make things interesting, but they were a pretty lackluster group. Usually in each class there is someone acting like a class clown to break things up, or a brilliant student who challenges me beyond what I thought I was capable of doing. Not this group, they were a solid non-entity for the most part. Staying below the radar screen and working through college as a steady pace. I spent the first three weeks of the semester trying to light a fire, but my efforts were pretty much unsuccessful. They didn’t rise to the occasion but they did perform adequately enough to pass my class. A few A’s, but mostly B’s, with some C’s for the few that are on the lazy side. No one will flunk, which always makes my department chair happy. They filed in and filled the stadium-style room from the bottom up. It took several class meetings to get them to understand that the back rows were off limits. I hated being alone in the front of the room screaming to reach the folks sitting in the back rows. A flash of color caught me off guard as someone walked in.

She wasn’t a member of this class; no way could you describe her as a non-entity. She was dressed like no one I had ever seen on campus. Pink caught my eye, which was a bold statement for this group of people who tended towards browns, grays, dark blues, and blacks. The pink miniskirt was tight around her thighs; with an off-white, or a real light pink, blouse; hot pink stilettos heels; and white hose on her legs. She held my attention as she walked up the aisle all the way to the back. She settled against the wall in a seat that was in the direct center of the row and in front of the aisle so I had a perfect view right up to her. I swallowed nervously.

No one watched her walk up the stairs, how could even this group not see her? She was stunning from behind. Her rear end had moved in a tight figure eight as she climbed the steps. Her short skirt made her legs look 6 feet long all by themselves. When she turned around I thought my breath was going to stop. Dark hair framed a gorgeous face that held a very intelligent eyes and wicked grin. Her chest was pushing at the confines of the blouse, but even that didn’t cause you to look away from her eyes. I felt like a deer in the headlights. Who was she and what was she doing here? She sat there, her knees together, hands folded in her lap as she waited attentively. She glanced at the clock which made me remember it was time to start. I swear she smiled a little wider knowing that her glance prompted me to start class, if she hadn’t I might still be standing there astounded.

The lesson plan called for a short lecture, which was fine with me. I could give this talk with my eyes closed and maybe I should because every time I looked up at the group my eyes automatically centered on her, the only sign of color and life in the entire room. Normally this class was a featureless group; today they faded even further into the background. I was speaking to her alone, droning on with my lecture, pausing at the appropriate times as I made the necessary points. She even laughed a silvery laugh at my one witticism deeply buried in the wording that few students ever caught. She laughed outright at the humorous ending of the one story I always use to illustrate my main point. No one in the room seemed to notice the laugh that struck my spine like lightening.

Class ended with a short discussion and I addressed several questions about the assigned lab work. She never asked a question or seemed confused about any point. This group always had questions, trying to get me to give them more help than I think they needed, thus making their lab work simple instead of challenging. As the class filed out, she was the last to leave, walking past me with a subtle perfume that made my mouth water. A final glance back at me to see if I was watching her, she left the room and it darkened like someone had turned off the lights. I sat there like I had been run over by a truck!

Back in the safety of my small office I caught my breath and my less-than-normal grip on reality. Checking my computer system, I had no notes about new students. I did a quick mental count and realized the class was one over the correct number of students. She wasn’t supposed to be there! I wonder if she’ll be there when the same group met for Thursday lab work.

To my shockingly intense disappointment, she wasn’t there in the lab. I spent the 3 hours working through the room, examining code and correcting some errors, asking students to look at what they were trying to accomplish in a different way and make things more efficient. Even few moments I would look at the door and glance around the lab to see if she snuck in, no luck. I think I was much shorter than I usually was with some of the stupidity that I normally handled with more humor. Even this group could tell bursa escort bayan I was a little distracted, but did they know about what, or whom?

Several restless days later she appeared again, this time walking ahead of me in the halls. I caught sight of the pink first and realized it was her. The halls and sidewalks were so crowded that she quickly lost me in the maze of people. When I gave up the search I realized I was outside the Nursing building, far removed from my usual haunts of Information Technology Engineering Center. Since the nursing building was in the center of the campus she could have been heading almost anywhere.

Tuesday came again, only much more slowly than ever before. The usually rank and file came in, but no sign pink, or any other bright color. Just as I resigned myself to starting my lecture a swirl of pink and white hurried into the room and heading up the steps almost faster than I could follow. Again I was struck in awe. Normally I would have some crack about rushing students, but I couldn’t find the words. She settled quickly, smoothing her blouse down in a move that made me wish she would repeat in the nude. She started from her neck and went to her waist, making no detour, she went straight over the mountains rather than go around them. Again she had to look at the clock to remind me to get started. I was feeling a little like a marionette on strings, and she was the one running the show.

The lecture today was my favorite, full of stories about real world examples of what could go wrong and frequently did. Her laughter was a little louder today, or maybe I was just anticipating it so much it sounded louder and sweeter than last week. I couldn’t help but look up every time she got the jokes that most of the rest of the class missed. She had a rare sense of humor, and a sense of the idiocy that made Dilbert all too real in the Information Technology world. At one point I paused, the rest of the class was scribbling notes and I looked up at her. She wasn’t wearing a mini today, more of a pleated shirt and it was folded down a little in the front. I could tell this because she had relaxed and opened her legs. The skirt hid anything I might see, but the long expanse of silk-covered leg was like a beacon in the back of the room. Her hands were lightly rubbing, more caressing, her inside thigh as my heart jumped several beats.

She was smiling as I struggled to find my place in the lecture notes I never have to use. When I started again, the puppet-mistress had closed those magnificent legs. I wasn’t sure I was disappointed or thankful. At the end of the lecture and question period, the class left. This time I watched her come down the stairs, slowly like she owned the whole place. She was certainly voluptuous, with athleticism in her steps that I found fascinating. She paused at the door again and looked right at me, making sure I was watching her, just like it was something I was supposed to be doing. This time she smiled widely and then walked out. Any thoughts of asking who she was and why she was in my class left the forebrain as I sat on my stool trying to regain my equilibrium enough to walk through the halls and them back to my own refuge.

In my office I replayed her entire visit, it felt like I was watching her even though I know I was looking at other parts of the room at some point during the 90 minute class. I opened the collar of my blouse. My usually chilly office was feeling quite warm.

I was in the faculty cafeteria, just sitting there absently eating lunch when I heard some of my fellow professors talking about students. Some of the teachers were pretty graphic sometimes, but no one mentioned a vision in pink. I know Harry over in Medical wouldn’t hesitate to regale us with stories if he had seen her. We would suffer through another list of the things he would do to her, enough of a list to turn my stomach. I can’t believe he was as crude in his personal life as he said to his cronies, or that anyone would let him touch them. She wouldn’t, she couldn’t! I couldn’t even imagine her with someone like him! What could I imagine? I was too nervous to head down that particular road.

I refused to just be another typical professor, insulting students or treating them like hell. I didn’t get along with most of my `peers’ because they didn’t consider me a peer. I wasn’t a lifelong card-carrying member of the academic profession. I came into it as a second career after military service and time spent working in the real world. The department chair hired me to add some level of real-world experience and that set me apart from my brethren, which was fine with me. I sat there lost in my thoughts when I saw movement of bright pink out the window. The windows were tinted so I shouldn’t have been able to see much color at all, but her outfit, a pink gossamer-like dress was clear as a bell through the windows. She was walking across the quad toward the main library.

I was almost late to my next class making that detour bursa bayan escort though the Library, but there was no sign of the Pink Goddess, as my lame brain thought of her. I’m not sure what I would say if I caught up with her, but I couldn’t stop myself from trying. The rest of the week passed in a blur, I didn’t even look for her on Thursday, and I did do my best to do a better and more patient job with my students.

Pink was waiting for me in the classroom today; she was sitting there like she was on a throne. Her arms spread to the backs of the chairs on either side of her, her legs crossed, she was focused on me while I fussed getting my stuff all set up. I felt like a 12-year old girl with a crush. The rest of the class came in and spread out like normal. I deliberately turned my back and managed to start my lecture on time. One of the students raised a tentative hand. “Professor, didn’t we cover this material last week?”

Hell, I got so flustered; I was using material I didn’t even have with me! Pink looked down upon me and smiled graciously, like she knew why I was flustered and was flattered rather than insulted. I thanked the brave student and launched into my actual topic. Programming Threads had never gone so quickly! There were surprisingly few questions that we actually finished early. I let the class go, my concentration was shot. As the class filed out, Pink stayed put. When I looked up she was opening her legs again. The brave student glanced at me as she left and turned and acknowledged the figure in the back of the room. She smiled a little and closed the door firmly behind her.

Pink smiled a look that thrilled me, and then I heard her voice with more than a laugh. Even her speaking voice had a touch of shining silver. “Professor, it is a pleasure to finally have time to meet you.”

“Hello finally! I don’t assume you have a transfer slip or anything for me?”

“Tsk, tsk.” She clicked her tongue. “By now you know I am not a registered student. I am not looking for a grade in your class.”

“So what do I owe the pleasure?”

She opened her legs wider and this time lifted her tight pink skirt to her waist. I was struck totally speechless. She was in stockings, not hose, and under that skirt was absolutely nothing except a perfectly shaved pussy. She rubbed the inner muscle of her thigh, which directed my gaze. “Professor, I am not a student, but I think there is much I can always learn.”

She stood suddenly and I lost my view of a delicious pussy. I looked at her face and saw a satisfied look. “You remind me of someone I knew long ago. She and I were never very close, but as a schoolgirl I had such a major crush. I saw you in the quad one day and I almost fell down thinking you were the same woman.”

“Since I haven’t been teaching long, it couldn’t be me, much to my sorrow.”

“I know that, Professor, she would be in his late 60’s by now. You are much more interesting to the adult me, than she was to the child me.” She came down the aisle in a slow walk. I can’t say she was stalking me, because her slow movements made it possible for me to beat a hasty retreat. Maybe it was physically possible for me to leave, but mentally I could barely move. As she got closer I got a better look at her. She stood before me in all her glory and leaned in close. She kissed me on my cheek and the contact was so shocking I fell backwards against my stool. She didn’t advance; she just stood there feeling something in my reaction.

“Is there a class in here next?”

All I could do was shrug; my voice hadn’t found its way back.

She took my hand and pulled it to one of her breasts! It was amazing! Full, but obviously all her! It filled her bra heavily and when I squeezed it, she sighed. “You have great hands, Professor.”

Without realizing it, I had taken my other hand and was massaging her other breast. She leaned against me and a wave of her perfume combined with what we were doing made me dizzy. My arms went around her, partially to feel her and partly to steady myself. She was shorter than she looked, but that just made her fit tightly against me perfectly.

“I always knew we would fit nicely together.”

She started pulling away, but her arms kept me close against her. We shifted towards the desk and stopped when her rear caught the edge. At that moment she kissed me. Her lips were so incredibly soft and slowly, so slowly they firmed up and her tongue pushed into me. It was a long flexible tongue that felt so good. Our tongues danced a bit and then she let me catch my breath. By now she was sitting on the side of the desk, her skirt pulled up, I could feel her heat against me as I got lost in her angel eyes again. She pushed me lower, I got a birds-eye view of her chest, at least covered at the moment, but her hands were insistent and I went lower until I was on my knees. She was on the edge of the desk and I got a close-up look at the world’s perfect flower, tender bursa merkez escort petals, folded sweetly, a touch of dew, and the moist glorious pink color, what else for the Pink Goddess.

I looked up and saw she had lain back on the desk; stuff had fallen all around her to the floor. For one second my gaze took in the classroom door and I saw the face of that brave female student watching before the perfume of this flower caught me. Her scent was spicy and sweet at the same time. Touching the inside of her thigh I could feel one of us tremble, but I wasn’t sure who. I had to taste her, this flower. Touching my tongue to her petals I heard a sigh as her distinctive tastes overwhelmed me. I couldn’t place it exactly, like a spiced-up strawberry, maybe with a touch of cinnamon. Her texture was softness personified. If it was possible to serve rose petals, that’s what she felt like. Licking slowly upward I was rewarded with a sigh that turned to a moan when I found her clit, still hidden under its hood. Down I moved, using my tongue like a narrow point separating her layers. I licked down to the end of her slit and slowly penetrated in as far as I could go. Another prize, her taste deepened, to a fine wine made of strawberry and roses as I was breathing her purest scent. It was a heady combination, one that was instantly addictive.

Turning slightly I stayed deep inside her and sucked her labia into my mouth. Her liquid was increasing; I could sense the flow as I sucked it in like my life depended on it, on her! Using my fingers I opened this flower completely, looking at her dark pink opening, knowing all goodness was coming toward me, I laid my tongue across her clit and massaged lightly. Her hips moved in a pattern just like my tongue and we danced together as she got even wetter for me. I slipped in two fingers and she gave a small cry that was music to me. Pushing back her clit hood, I saw her sensitive pink nubbin. Gently around it, I teased her clit, only touching it lightly, trying to stimulate rather than force a reply. She was so responsive; her legs went over my shoulders, ankles hooking around my neck while her thighs remained wide. Her hands found my head and she pulled me in tighter against her. I continued my assault, moving firmer with more deliberation as she responded in kind. I found myself sucking on her clit as my fingers drove in and out of her, three fingers, with my other thumb pressing on her anus. She gave a pure guttural groan as my thumb pierced her in that more private of spots. It changed her taste again, more earthly than perfume, but equally delightful.

She was rocking against me, getting so close to a glorious climax. I could hear it in her breathing, become harder, more forceful, her movements more jerky than smooth, and hands so firm in keeping me against her, as if I wanted to move. She flooded my mouth with more new flavors as her back arched with a loud cry. My face was soaked, she was amazing! Her cum was liquid gold to me, and tasted pink, believe it or not. Her legs clenched against me almost painfully, her hands tightening their grip on my head and hair. Suddenly she rose from the desk, stiff as can be, her back arched, her thighs took me up with her. We held that pose for what felt like hours, but could only have really been seconds, before she collapsed back to the desk, exhaling a huge breath she had held. Her legs fell away; her arms fell to each side. She wasn’t breathing!

I jumped up and started shaking her, she looked . . .

“It’s OK professor, it’s called `Le Petite Morte’.” The brave female student had joined me when the Pink Goddess collapsed.

“Little Death?” I asked puzzled. She looked at me and smiled.

“She’ll be fine.”

A second later my Goddess drew a deep breath and her eyes fluttered open. “Oh Professor, that was incredible!” She looked at me, at us, and cocked an eyebrow at the student.

“Mistress, I was watching the door so you and the Professor wouldn’t be interrupted.” She said with a dark blush.

“Then we both owe you our thanks.” She said in an imperious tone. Quieter, she continued. “But dear child I am not your Mistress.”

The student looked down. “I know, but it was the only term I could think of to call you.”

My Goddess pulled her to her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. “Thank you once again, my child, for your time and your consideration.”

She blushed an even deeper crimson and ran out of the room.

“What a lovely child, but alas she is for another day, another time. Come on Professor, we have things to `discuss’.”

We left together, the building, the school, and for the first time everyone noticed her. People moved out of her way and they never even saw me, me with my matted hair, still damp blouse, and a dazed look that couldn’t be explained short of very good drugs. She took me through that crowd. No one approached her, but all eyes were on her, men and women alike. Once she stopped and murmured something to someone. He turned red and started apologizing. She smiled sweetly and then said a little louder, “I am not the one who deserves your apology. Go make things right.” He turned and fled at top speed on an errand he hadn’t known he needed to do. ‘Who was she to have such power?’ I thought, but a second later I knew it didn’t matter.

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Chapter One

(Friday 18th October 2002)

Walking to the Dolly Blue, full of anticipation, Viola regretted her usual day-to-day clobber. If she had known she was going to be invited out on a date she would have dressed rather differently. That is to say, she would have if she’d known she was going to be invited out on “the” date she couldn’t possibly refuse.

Given the choice she’d have made a totally different decision.

But miracles do happen and, caught unawares, she was stuck with old, frayed jeans, trainers and a sweatshirt which bore the legend that:

CONSTIPATED MATHEMATICIATIANS WORK IT OUT WITH A PENCIL.

As if she was a mathematician!

And as if she didn’t have a perfectly good calculator!!

In reality she was a student at a university based in Lancashire, in an old mill town not a million miles away from her home turf of Manchester. She was in her final year; ebony-skinned, allegedly a Naomi Campbell lookalike . . . and she’d just been summoned by the head of the Lesbian Society.

A week ago she wouldn’t have believed it. A week ago she’d been at the most curious and definitely a scaredy cat. Watching a lesbian video online now and then had been as close as she’d ever intended to get to that sort of behaviour.

Except her behaviour had changed, and rather abruptly at that.

Hadn’t it just!

It wasn’t so long past four in the afternoon, still light this time of year but only for another hour or two. And her ETA had been accurate. She’d guesstimated ten minutes and was going to get there more or less on the nail.

She didn’t know why, maybe it was because of the identity of her “date”, but being punctual mattered to Viola. She didn’t want to let anyone down, herself included.

Tits forward and smile, part of her brain reminded her. You’d pass muster anywhere under the sun, and you know it.

Taking a deep breath, she went into the pub and stopped in her tracks. After two years up here at uni she knew every pub in town. But this one, near to her place as it was, had been rarely visited. Back in the day it had been, in all fairness, unappetizing: horrid art deco on the outside, rundown inside. She’d been in once as a fresher, ticked it off her hit-list and left it at that.

Now the place had been transformed. Maybe some ITV makeover team had dropped by and she had missed the show.

Now, although the outside was horrendous as ever, the inside was classy, deep-carpeted and clearly catered for diners before drinkers.

Joy was standing by the bar, a small glass of wine in her hand as she watched the entrance. Seeing Viola she waved to attract her attention.

Right, as if she wasn’t eye-catchingly gorgeous herself. Why bother with a wave when everybody was looking at her in the first place?

Not that Viola was about to complain. She was only too happy to looked-out-for by far and away the most attractive woman in the establishment, if not the whole town.

‘Hiya, she said, quickly closing the distance between them.

Joy was intriguingly older, maybe as antiquated as twenty-three or twenty-four, and well over six feet tall. On first sight Viola had reckoned six-foot-one but, as she joined her at the bar, she realized it was more like six-two or six-three. At five ten Viola was usually the tallest girl in the room. Giving away four or five inches, she felt . . .

Well, “inadequate” wasn’t the word. She felt more than adequate. In fact she felt as if she and Joy had been made for each other.

Height aside, Joy had short, spiky red hair and a body to die for; she really did. Big tits, an hour-glass figure, a sexy ass and legs that were miles long. She also had an amazingly quirky smile; one side of her mouth went up while the other went down.

And she could alternate sides, Viola noticed, her heart lurching and the temperature in her lower body rising. Maybe there was a reason behind it . . . maybe down at the left signified one thing and down at the right something else . . . but, whatever it might signify, the root cause was beyond her.

Well, it was with her in many ways, but ultimately beyond her.

No sign of the promised bottles of wine though, the pessimist in her reported. They must have been a sort of throwaway flirt.

Not that the optimist in her would settle for such negativity. Joy may be like a guy in that one way, her inner Pollyanna suggested brightly, but so what? She may only want reassurance before investing. It isn’t as if vino comes cheap these days.

Prepared to reassure to hell and back, Viola returned Joy’s welcoming smile.

‘Here I am,’ she said, ‘better late than never.’

‘You’re not late; your timing is impeccable.’

Viola was canny enough to raise a cheeky eyebrow at that. Joy burst into peals of laughter.

‘Go bag us a table,’ she said. ‘I’ll get us some beer.’

*****

Most of the tables were laid out ready for diners but a handful of them were cutlery-free. Viola chose one in a corner and sat, watching Joy at the bar, admiring her easy confidence bursa escort and glad she was also wearing everyday clobber.

To all appearances Joy had acted on impulse when issuing her invite.

But never mind that, what an utter, absolute babe she was. Her pale skin was dotted with hundreds of delightful light brown freckles, and not only on her lovely, appealing face. As she passed Viola her pint of Guinness she couldn’t help but notice Joy’s hands and wrists were freckled too.

Omigod, what if all her body is like that!

Oh yes, yes please!!

‘So,’ Viola said aloud, hoping her voice didn’t sound too breathless, ‘is this your local?’

‘Sort of,’ Joy replied. ‘I prefer the Union Bar but when I go in there I always end up talking shop. And I do three evening surgeries as well as the regular weekly Wednesday meetings. As dedicated as I am, there’s only so much shop talk I can take.’ Her chuckle was soft, warm and delicious. ‘The good thing about here is that the prices keep all those flipping students out.’

‘What’s a surgery?’

‘It’s a cross between an agony aunt and citizens’ advice. Society members present me problems and I give them solutions. Leastways I usually do. If I can’t, I’ll know someone who can come up with some sort of an answer.’

‘What sort of problems?’

‘You name it, I get it. I’ve heard everything from less-than-normal grades to suicidal tendencies.’

‘And you sort them all out?’

‘Yes, with the occasional help from a battery of experts, I do.

‘Sounds good,’ Viola said sincerely. ‘Where are these surgeries held?’

‘They take place in our office in the Communal Building, at a safe distance from that revolting pit of a bar.’

‘Surely you don’t mean the Union.’

‘Of course I don’t. I mean that revolting dungeon which never sees daylight.’

No fan of the Communal Bar herself, Viola chuckled. ‘I’ll have to come along and have a look at your set-up. The more I can find out the better. I’m still very low down on the learning curve. And I’m still at a loss to understand exactly what all the different societies actually do.’

‘There are only three which really matter,’ said Joy. ‘Shall I elaborate?’

‘Please feel free.’

‘The obvious one is LGBT,’ Joy began. ‘Our branch been going for the last ten years and is beyond reproach. A lot of my members are members of LGBT as well, because it’s the perfect vehicle to get every single gay issue into the limelight; and in an appropriate way at that. But the individual meetings are very diverse. There are too many people with axes to grind, too many issues that have nothing at all to do with an honest-to-God lesbian in any way.’

‘I can see that,’ Viola said carefully.

‘The newcomer is the Girls’ Society,’ Joy went on. ‘That’s only been going two years but it represents every woman in every imaginable way. I have to take my cap off to its founder, Rachael Brown. Hers has become the biggest society on campus. I think every last one of my members has joined up. And just about every straight woman has too. The Girls’ Society isn’t exclusively lesbian, you see.’

‘And that’s where your society comes in?’

‘Too right it is. Anything else with “girl” or “lesbian” in its title is minor interest; for mountain-climbers or sub-aqua freaks or whatever. But my society really has been on the go since time began. Even if it is the smallest of the big three, it’s always been the only one that focuses on women who have sex with women . . . and all of their various needs and complications.’

Viola secretly gulped. She’d been astounded to see around a hundred attendees at Joy’s most recent weekly meeting. Just how many attended those other get-togethers? What was that statistic she had once read? Two percent of UK citizens admitted to being committed to same-sex relationships?

From what she’d seen two percent didn’t seem anywhere near.

Maybe there were a lot of liars out there. Or maybe universities were different to other walks of life.

‘You look thoughtful,’ said Joy.

‘You look scrumptious,’ Viola replied without engaging her brain. Then, blushing furiously and glad her dark skin camouflaged her embarrassment, she went for more drinks.

Chapter Two

‘Tell me about you,’ said Joy, her light green eyes holding Viola’s warm, dark brown ones. ‘Tell me all about finding yourself.’

‘I thought I did that the other day.’

‘That was just gloss because we had an audience. I want to know more. I want to know how you were as a young girl.’

Joy’s trademark smile made the request an imperative. It was impossible to deny.

Viola took a moment to consider her answer. ‘I never thought I was different as a young girl,’ she said truthfully. ‘When I was at school the other girls were into Take That, Westlife and what have you. Me, I preferred Eddie Grant and Bob Marley, but that was for the music. I would never have thrown myself at them, if you know what I mean.’

‘I suspect I do; I had a bit of a thing for Eddie Grant bursa ucuz escort myself.’

‘Did you really?’

‘Yes and no.’ Joy laughed. ‘Forgive me, I’m just playing along. I only adored his voice, not his body. Please do continue.’

‘Like I said, I didn’t have any time for boy bands. They simply didn’t do anything for me.’

‘What about the Spice Girls and Sugababes?’

‘I admired them immensely. But I preferred Whitney Houston. Not that I . . . you know . . . indulged in self-abuse thinking about any female superstar. It was admiration; nothing more, nothing less.’

Joy raised an eyebrow of her own at the mention of self-abuse but didn’t comment. ‘Westlife aside, do you mean you had the sincere admiration of a woman for other women?’

‘Yes I do; the sincere and very innocent admiration of other women. I didn’t see them as role models, not exactly, but I found their success impressive and empowering. Having said that, I don’t think that it was exactly a sexual admiration; it was more like seeing them up there, showing the whole world that anything was possible.’

‘When did that lack of sexual admiration change? Was it really as recently as last week?’

Viola paused for further consideration before answering. It was a good question and a tricky one. ‘If I’m telling the truth I guess I was interested right from arriving here at uni. Same-sex sex all seemed to be right there in my face. Not that I ever expected to give it a go.’

‘Not even when you became Heather’s boozing buddy?’

‘You know about that?’

‘I’ve sources everywhere. I could give the News of the World a run for their money. Leastways I could if I had a fraction of their capital. So spit it out, girl; what was it with you and Heather?’

Snookered, Viola gave in.

‘Believe it or not,’ she said, ‘but I never suspected she was into girls; not in a sexual way; not for ages. And she definitely never gave me any indication she wanted to be more than just friends.’

‘You said before that she was gallant, if not downright chivalrous.’

‘She was. I could hardly believe it when I heard rumours, towards the end of our first year. I didn’t take any notice of them until I saw her in the Union late one night, cuddling and kissing with a gigantic and very scary skinhead girl.’

‘That’d be Angie,’ said Joy. ‘Those two had a bit of a thing going until Angie graduated. And please do not judge that particular skinhead on her appearance. She fell out of a tree and banged her head as a young girl. Accident and Emergency gave her the all clear but next morning she woke up with her hair fallen out, all over her pillow. And it never properly grew back again. So that’s why she kept her head shaved; through necessity. It wasn’t an open statement of intent. It was how it had to be.’

Viola gulped. She treasured her own long, black hair. If such a disaster had ever happened to her she would have been distraught.

Waking up with her hair fallen out on her pillow!

Suicide would be the only option.

Yet big, scary Angie had soldiered on . . .

‘I wish I’d known,’ Viola murmured. ‘I’d have . . . I dunno . . . if nothing else, I’d have had a different opinion of her.’

‘Angie’s very much alpha,’ Joy went on, ‘but she was never in Heather’s class when it came to being in charge. Heather snapped her fingers and she came a-running, time after time.’

That gave Viola pause for thought yet again.

Heather in charge! That’s not how it had been for the two of them so far. Not in any way at all.

Well, not too much, anyway.

‘I told you the truth,’ she resumed. ‘Hev never pressed me. Even when I accepted the rumours had to have something behind them, she never changed. We stayed as boozing buddies and that was that.’

‘So you never mentioned the rumours?’

‘No. I didn’t want to spoil our friendship.’

‘Weren’t you curious?’

‘I’ll pass on that because I honestly do not know.’

‘Let’s get on with the story, then.’

‘You want me to proceed?’

‘Too right I do.’

‘Okay, so we had two years of friendship and just last week she arrived at Katie’s party in a very good mood. I suppose she may have had a drink or three already, before she got there. Or maybe she was just being her usual, enthusiastic self. Anyway, she kissed everybody hello and I got more than any of the others.’

‘Kissed as in on the lips?’

‘It was for me. And I got ten times longer than anyone else.’ Viola shook her head as if in disbelief. ‘I ended up in bed with a guy after the party,’ she admitted. ‘But I couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss. By then I knew Hev wasn’t straight but I’d never said anything. I’d carried on drinking and joking with her, wondering if she’d ever try it on.’

‘Did you want her to try it on?’

‘Yes . . . I mean no . . . I mean I don’t know.’ Viola’s laugh was short and shrill. ‘I’d never expected it to happen; not anything, not even one solitary kiss. Then, when it surprisingly did happen, bursa elit escort I only wanted more.’

She laughed again. ‘Crazily enough, the guy I fucked that night was my best-ever. For a guy, I mean. I have always enjoyed sex, but I’ve been left wanting afterwards, like every time without fail. Kris was ironically as good as I had ever had. But I’d been thinking about Hev’s kiss all along. How unworthy of me is that!’

Viola already knew Joy had a surfeit of empathy. Her quirky smile was now sweeter than ever.

‘So you made contact with Heather,’ she prompted.

‘Did I tell you that on Wednesday?’

‘Yes.’

‘Well it’s true. I left Kris asleep in my bed and, after a lot of heart-wringing, I texted, asking for another kiss. Asking just like that, with no shame at all.’

‘And . . .’

‘Turned out Hev was awake and downstairs in her kitchen too. I asked the question and we agreed a date in a matter of seconds. And that’s all I’m comfortable about revealing.’

‘You’ve made a splash in coming out,’ Joy said, still smiling. ‘I must have seen thousands in my time, but your hat-trick takes the biscuit.’

Viola frowned at that, so the better-looking-by-the-second redhead enlarged.

(Make that the EVEN better-looking-by-the-second redhead.)

‘Forget Heather for now,’ she said, ‘let’s look at your other two lovers.’

Frown deepening, Viola wondered if anyone could keep anything secret in these parts.

‘Madge on Monday,’ Joy went on, ‘the Monster on Wednesday, and what extremes are they at!’

It was impossible not to understand. Madge was plump and boyish but happened to be a pillow queen while Vanessa (alias Nessie or the dreaded “Monster”) was skinny, drop-dead gorgeous, as gloriously girly as anyone could hope to imagine, yet aggressive as heck.

‘I don’t talk out of school,’ Viola reminded Joy

‘You’ve already had a million hours of sex with Heather,’ Joy countered. ‘That automatically puts you up into porn star class, ability-wise as well as looks-wise. The edges are fudged, though. It’s not clear where you’re coming from.’

As far as lesbian “types” were concerned Viola was clueless. All in all she reckoned she preferred to be active. But everything with Hev had been brilliant, regardless of who was doing what. Come to that so had everything she’d begged Vanessa to for to her. And taking Madge again and again had been beyond brilliant.

‘It’s not been a million hours with Hev,’ she said rather limply, ‘it’s been barely half a million.’

‘Ten minutes with Heather is like a light year with anyone else,’ said Joy with yet another flash of that twisty smile. ‘I know that from experience, but mostly I know it from before.’

‘Before,’ echoed Viola, something inside knowing the question was a mistake; ‘before what?’

‘Before I got myself into a relationship,’ said Joy, averting her eyes.

Chapter Three

Bollocks and fucking shit! The dreamboat was in a relationship!

How unfair was that!!

Disappointment flooded through Viola. Everything had been going so very, very well. The two of them had been really communicating. There had been more than just a spark; there had been an honest-to-goodness connection. Signals had been flashing to-and-fro like billy-o.

Joy had kept on getting more desirable by the minute . . .

And suddenly she was in a pigging relationship.

Viola’s dismay must have been only too obvious because Joy reached across the table and took hold of her hand.

‘It’s not an exclusive relationship,’ she said, her eyes radiating sincerity. ‘Even as we speak Harry is off backpacking her way around somewhere remote. She was in New Zealand, last I heard.’

Viola frowned a moment before speaking again. ‘I’m not the cheating sort,’ she resumed eventually, in a soft, regretful tone. ‘I respect commitments. As far as I’m concerned you are either in a relationship or you aren’t. There’s no in-between.’

She was deadly serious as well.

So was Joy.

‘Good for you,’ she replied. ‘But let me tell you exactly how it is with me and Harry.’ She laughed, for the first time seeming a tad nervous, no longer supremely self-confident. ‘I know lots about you so it’s only fair you get to know more about me.’

Still gutted, Viola nodded. Why not hear the horrible truth. It couldn’t hurt any more than she was hurt already. ‘I presume Harry is really a Harriet,’ she said flatly.

‘She’s very much a Harriet, but I’ll begin the yarn a little earlier, in advance of our paths crossing.’

Viola nodded again.

‘I was always sure of my sexuality,’ Joy began, leaning in closer to her audience of one. ‘Back in my schooldays I was the girl dancing with the other girls at discos. It was me who offered to walk another girl home and . . . on the rare occasions when my luck was in . . . it was me who copped a feel when we kissed goodnight.

‘I had doubts, though, who in her right mind wouldn’t? So one night I went with a guy, to see if I could do it as much as to see what it was like. Not even half an hour in the back of his mum’s Mini. You say that you enjoy having sex with a guy but I felt totally unfilled afterwards. I hated it, although I honestly don’t hate the guy in question. If anything, I will be forever indebted to him for verifying what I already knew.’

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NOW, You’re Bi! (My First Lesbian Experience)

Whenever I want to be turned on, my thoughts wander back to one particular incident. It was a few years ago now, that I had my first real sexual experience with another woman…

Nikki and I had been best friends since about sixth grade, when she’d moved here and started going to my school. We were in twelfth grade now, just turned 18 and almost done high school. We hung out together all the time, usually with a few other girls, but Nikki and I were closest to each other. We confided almost everything to each other. She was my best friend and confidant. She was quite attractive too. With her perfect, straight raven hair, blue eyes, and tall slim figure, she was often the subject of boys’ glances in the halls at school. She was the subject of mine as well, though it took me a while to admit that to myself.

Nikki and I were relaxing together in my sauna at about eleven o’clock one Friday night. My parents were out of town for the week-end, at conference down in the New York somewhere, and they’d left me in charge of the house for the week-end. I’d invited Nikki over for the week-end and we were enjoying having a whole house to ourselves without meddling parents. We’d just finished eating our pizza in the rec room while watching a movie, and decided to have a sauna. We’d turned it on before starting the movie so it was nice and hot now; steam rose quickly from the heater in the corner as Nikki poured on another bucket of water.

While her back was turned, I couldn’t help noticing how the damp material of the bikini bottom clung to her rear, conforming perfectly to her curves. I caught myself watching her, as I’d done many times recently, with other girls too, but especially Nikki. Surely I wasn’t really ogling her there? I could see why the guys were so hot for her though, there was no denying that she was very attractive. As she turned to come back to the bench, I looked at her beautiful breasts straining against the material of the under-sized top of the bikini I had leant her. My breasts were only a size 32b, hers must have been at least that in a c-cup. I wondered at my notice of her attractiveness.

“I was just looking at her objectively,” I wanted to tell myself. “She *is* attractive.” Still… In the last month or so, I’d started to notice myself looking at attractive girls more and more. It was only the day before that I had really consciously started to wonder about myself. I knew I wasn’t a lesbian, that was ridiculous. I’d had sex with my last boyfriend plenty of times, and certainly enjoyed it. Even though we’d broken up a few months ago, our sexual escapades were still often the subject of my masturbation fantasies. Even with my fantasies though, the girls had started to creep into my consciousness.

When I fantasized about a guy going down on me, in the haze of building orgasm I would forget that it was supposed to be a guy licking me and it would become an attractive women staring up from my crotch, in my mind’s eye. The night before this, I had decided to see if I could get turned on just thinking about a girl – and did I ever! Was I maybe bisexual?

I’d heard somewhere that you could fantasize about the same sex without being homosexual at all… I’d decided to talk to Nikki about it. If I could confide in anyone, it was her. But today, I hadn’t been able to make myself bring it up yet. We’d been out with other friends most of the day, but when we came back to my place I still hadn’t said anything. Now seemed as good a time as any though. As Nikki sat back down next to me, I tried to think of what I was going to say… ‘Should I just out and tell her, “I think I might be bi”? Maybe I should just ask her some question about it, and see how she reacts…’ I was still mulling this over in my mind when Nikki spoke.

“Gill, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what’s up?” I replied, grateful for the interruption. Nikki opened her mouth to speak, but seemed hesitant.

“I… Well, you see… I’ve been thinking.”

“About what?”

“Well, for a while now, I’ve been… Would you promise not to tell anyone?”

What was this? In my curiousity, I forgot what I was going to say.

“Of course I wouldn’t tell! Sounds like something’s bothering you… what’s up?”

“Well,” she said, “It’s like this…” She paused a moment, seeming to search for he right words. The sauna was quite hot now, and the condensation and sweat made her look even more attractive. “For a while now,” she resumed, “When I… play with myself…” Now this was interesting. We had discussed masturbation before, so this wasn’t breaking new ground. But I had been a little turned on by it the first time, a few months ago, and now the thought of discussing such intimate things with Nikki was more than a little exciting to me. “…you know how we were discussing fantasies?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I didn’t tell you the whole truth back a when we were talking about what we liked to think bursa sınırsız escort about to bring ourselves off. See, for a while now… well,… this may seem a bit strange to you, but I’ve been thinking about *girls* when I masturbate.”

I’m sure I must have blinked. I suddenly remembered what I had been about to tell Nikki. And she’d just told it to me.

“I don’t think it’s ‘strange’!” I blurted out, scrambling frantically for the right words to say.

“Well, it’s just that I’ve been thinking more and more about it, and I realized that they do turn me on. Girls I mean. It gets me horny to think about girls. I’m starting to think I might be a lesbian or something. Sorry, I…”

I was still a bit surprised but I managed to reply. “Nikki… I meant to tell you, I was just going to tell you, I mean… um… I do the same thing.”

It was out of the bag now.

“You… think about girls?”

“Yeah. Last night I even thought about just a girl, and nothing else. I imagined some hot girl… licking me and stuff and it really turned me on. I was going to ask you about it, what it meant. I mean, I know I’m not a lesbian. Tyler was proof of that. But do you think maybe I’m… bisexual or something.”

“Wow…hehe,” Nikki laughed nervously. “We’re both in the same boat then I guess.” There was a short silence as we both contemplated the floor.

“So,” I finally said, “If I notice attractive girls, and get turned on by thinking about them, does that mean I’m bisexual?”

“Well… I don’t know. It seems like such a strange thing. I mean, I’ve always considered myself straight…”

“Me too,” I said. “But recently, I’ve just started noticing girls, you know? I catch myself looking at girls and thinking ‘Gee, she’s hot.'”

“I’ve been doing that for ages,” Nikki said. “It just really hit me the other day though. I’m attracted to girls.”

“Well, I guess it seems that we’re both at least a little bisexual then, doesn’t it Nikki?” I turned and smiled at her.

“I guess so. Wow. That just… it seems so odd to say it, doesn’t it? ‘I’m bisexual.’ I mean, I’ve never actually though seriously, about going out with a girl or anything, let alone… sleeping with one.”

“I fantasized about having sex with a girl.” I said. Another akward pause. Had I said too much?

“Wh… What did you think about?” asked Nikki, cautiously.

“Well… it wasn’t any big fantasy or anything. I just thought of someone licking my pussy like I do sometimes, except this time it was a girl instead of a guy.”

“Was she naked?”

“Yes. I thought about her breasts. And… her pussy. I imagined a girl licking me while she fingered herself.”

“Wow… that… That turns me on, to think about that, Gill. That’s… I mean, I think that’s something I’d like to do, you know? That excites me as much as the thought of doing anything with a guy.”

“Me too.” I leant back in a corner of the sauna, looking at Nikki. God, she was hot. “I guess we really are bisexual then, aren’t we?”

“Yeah, um, you know, I have been noticing girls all the time. It makes sense I guess. Even today, Melissa was wearing that tight top… and you in that bikini, I mean, you’re hot too. I can see why Ty liked you so much.” I guess she had a point. She wasn’t the only one who got hungry looks at school. My long cascade of light-red hair that went halfway down my back certainly caught attention. And though my tits aren’t as big as Nikki’s they weren’t too small, and I have a nice trim body.

“You’re not too bad-looking yourself, you know.” I said, looking at Nikki’s breasts again.

“You really think so?” asked Nikki. “I mean, I am I the kind of girl that you think you’d be… attracted to?” I considered this for a moment. The thought of someone like Nikki touching me, licking me…

“Yes.” I replied. “I think you’re hot. To tell you the truth, I’ve, um, noticed you before sometimes, I’ve looked at you. I think you’re beautiful.” I couldn’t believe I just said that.

“I, uh, I’ve looked at you before too, Gill. Right now even, you look really hot.”

We sat in silence for a bit. I dumped another pail of water onto the sauna heater. A thought struck me.

“Have you ever… kissed a girl?” I asked Nikki cautiously.

“No,” she said quickly. “I’ve never… Would you like to…um, kiss me? Just to see what it’s like, you know, to really kiss a girl.”

“I guess,” I said, a lot less enthusiastiacally than I felt. I felt a bit strange. This was *Nikki*, my best friend here, asking me to kiss her. The upper level of the sauna was getting quite hot, so we sat down together on the lower bench. Nikki reached out with her left hand and ran in gently through my hair. I felt a strage combination of elation and nervousness at the feel of her touch. I put both my hands on her shoulders and leant forward, tilting my head slightly. Our lips met, and we pressed them together tightly. My eyes closed. I couldn’t bursa üniversiteli escort believe how turned on I was. Our mouths opened as our lips twisted together. I stuck the tip of my tongue out tentatively, and met with Nikki’s tongue just outside her teeth. We began to explore each other’s mouths, running tongues along gums, licking lips. After what seemed an ecstatic eternity, but was only a few seconds, we broke apart.

“Wow.” said Nikki. “That was great” I nodded in agreement. Without a word, we kissed again. More aggresively this time. I kissed Nikki like I had my boyfriend, claiming her mouth with mine. I felt her hands on my back, running through my long hair as we kissed. When we finally broke apart, I noticed that I could see Nikki’s nipples straining through the fabric of the bikini top. I quick glance down saw that mine were the same. Nikki must have seen me look, because she looked down at her own breasts and laughed.

“Wow, my nipples are so hard. And yours are too, Gill. Do you think… I, uh, would you mind if I just touched your breasts? I just want to know how it feels to touch another girl’s boobs.”

This was amazing. I nodded my consent and moved closer to her. She reached out tentatively and placed a hand on my left breast, sliding it down slowly to cup it from beneath. Her left hand on my right breast followed. She just held my breasts from underneath for a second as she gazed into my eyes, then she touched her fingers to my nipples. She rubbed them gently through the fabric of my top, using a slow circular motion. I felt a shock of pleasure run through me as she stroked me. I let out a little moan and Nikki stopped suddenly and looked at me.

“Is it…”

“No, keep doing that,” I said, “I like it. It feels good. It’s like… I rub my nipples sometimes when I’m playing with myself.”

“Me too.”

“But its,… It’s exciting, having a girl touch me like this. I want you to keep doing it. Can — can I touch yours too?”

“Yes.”

I reached my hands out and started playing with Nikki’s nipples through her top. She let out a moan immediately. Her hands started to wander on my breasts, playing with them, stroking them. One of her hands slid under a strap, and the other under the fabric of one of the cups.

“Can I?…” I nodded assent again. She moved her hands around to my back and unclasped my bikini top. I let the straps slide off my shoulders and Nikki lowered it gently off, exposing my breasts. Meanwhile, my hands slid round to Nikki’s back to undo hers as well. Within moments, we were both topless, and rubbing each other’s breasts. On a whim, I leaned in close to Nikki can began to rub my breasts against hers. She liked this and kissed me again, as we rubbed together. Our hands explored each other’s backs. I lay down lengthwise on the bench with Nikki lying on top of me. She got up, straddling me, and I place my hands on her breasts, playing with her nipples again.

Looking up at her, an angelic goddess above me, I suddenly became conscious of a familiar wet feeling between my legs. My crotch was pressed against Nikki’s, and as I felt her breasts, she started, slowly at first, to rub against me. Moving her hips rhythmically, she humped her mound against mine. It felt so good, grinding our pussies together. Nikki began to moan softly as she humped against me. She slid a hand down into her bikini bottom and I felt her hand between us. She was stroking herself! I couldn’t resist any longer. One of my own hands abandoned Nikki’s breast and slid beneath my bikini bottom to pleasure myself. Nikki slid back a bit so we were no longer rubbing together and started rubbing herself harder, gasping as she did so. I couldn’t believe it! Nikki was straddling my legs, both hands at her pussy, her breasts sticking out splendidly between her arms.

Her bikini bottom was starting to slip. As it slid down her hips, I could see that she had shaved all her pubic hair off, leaving just her smooth mound bisected by her wet slit. Just watching her there, masturbating, made me so horny. Pulling my own bottoms down to get better access, I started fucking three fingers in and out of my slit, which was very well-lubricated by now, while I rubbed my clitoris frantically with my other hand. My fingers made a lewd, wet sound as they slid in and out of my dripping pussy. I began to hump my pussy upwards in time with my finger thrusts. Nikki was gasping in rapid rythem as she reached a hand around underneath her ass and fingered herself from behind while her other hand flew on her her clitoris in time with her quick panting breaths. Within a short time, she cried out and her thighs gripped tightly around my legs.

“OOOohhhhhh, I’m cumming Gill! I’m cumming!” Her finger flew even faster as she panted and moaned and cried in pleasure. Her eyes closed and her back arched, causing her breasts with their hard nipples to jut out even more dramatically. This was bursa anal yapan escort too much for me, and as Nikki’s last spasms went through her, I came as well.

“God! Oh, Nikki, I’m cumming! I’m coming too! Uhhh! Yes! Aahhh!”

When I opened my eyes, Nikki was standing up, and sliding her bikini bottoms off her legs, dropping them to the floor. We sat down at opposite end of the bench, facing each other. We were both flushed and panting, from our exertions and from the heat of the sauna, which I had just noticed. I was feeling somewhat light-headed. The sweat and water on Nikki’s body shined under the sauna’s single light, making her nakedness even more unbearably erotic.

“It’s getting too hot in here,” I said, “shall we have a shower?”

We picked up our bathing suits from the floor and left the sauna for the adjoining bathroom. It had a nice big shower stall, the kind with a floor-to-cieling sliding fogged-glass door, easily accomadating the two of us. The blast of cold water was a wonderful shock after the heat of the sauna. I gave Nikki a kiss on her cheek and turned the water temperature up so that we could soap ourselves off.

“That was great,” I said, not knowing what to say besides the obvious.

“Yes,” agreed Nikki, “I got so turned on there watching you touch yourself”

“So did I.”

“You’re sexy.”

“I like how you shaved your pussy,” I observed, looking down between Nikki’s legs. “It’s very sexy. I should do mine too. I’ve only been shaving the sides, leaving a strip down the middle… I never shaved the whole thing.”

“Thanks. I just like the way it feels… the smoothness of it. I like your pussy though. It’s not too hairy… and that red hair is so sexy… Now I know you’re a natural redhead!” We both laughed and continued washing ourselves. I was incredibly turned on by being naked in the shower with her, but still a little exhausted from our exploits in the sauna. Just then, with a wicked grin on her face, Nikki dropped the bar of soap and with a giggle and exaggerated care, bent over to pick it up. This of course meant giving me an excellent view of her smooth-shaven pussy. Letting out a giggle of my own, I sidled up behind her and slipped my hand between her firm ass cheeks, down past her ass to rub gently against her pussy.

“Gill!” cried Nikki, in mock-surprise, as she pushed her hips back against my hand. It was the first time I’d ever touched another girl’s pussy. Nikki stood up again, her back to me, but I kept my hand between her legs, gently stroking a finger up and down her slit. The warm water from the shower felt nice as it ran down between us. Nikki turned her head and we kissed again, entwining our tongues. I slipped my finger slightly between her vaginal lips, feeling her hot wet insides. She moaned appreciatively as I slipped my finger further in and began to stroke it up and down inside her. I felt a familiar warmth building in my own loins again as I explored Nikki’s most private place.

I nervously pulled my hand back, but Nikki’s hand stopped it. “I like that, you can keep doing it,” she said. Sliding two fingers into her now, I began to work them rhythmically in and out of her pussy, feeling that pleasant tight wetness. My free arm wrapped around her chest and my fingers circled gently around a taut nipple. Nikki moaned appreciatively and twisted her body slightly to her right so that she could kiss me. As our tongues entwined once again, she turned to face me and we entered into a passionate embrace. My hand left her pussy to join the other in massaging her back while hers did the same. We pressed our thighs tightly against each other, rubbing our mounds together and feeling the soft globes of our breasts against each other’s skin as the water from the shower flowed down through the crevices between our entwined bodies. Nikki’s hands found their way down my spine to my ass, where they each cupped one of my buttocks and held me tight against her. Running my fingers through her wet raven hair, I broke our kiss momentarily to tell her how good this felt.

“You’re beautiful,” I said. “I love this. I love you.” By way of response, Nikki claimed my mouth with hers again, kissing me with renewed gusto. My fingertips found their way down her spine, past the small of her back, down to the cleft between her firm buttocks and around between her legs to slip gently between her labia. My middle finger stroked up inside Nikki’s slit with a slow beckoning motion.

As we broke our kiss again, I suddenly became concious that I was shivering in spite of the heat in my loins. While we’d been standing together groping under the shower, the hot water had run out, and the water coming down around us was now getting progressively colder. I reached out and turned off the tap, feeling the sudden silence as the drumming of the water against the tile floor came to a halt. I pulled a towel from the rack on the bathroom wall and passed it to Nikki, then took one for myself.

We went up to the kitchen, clad only in towels, and I grabbed us each a can of coke from the fridge. I hugged Nikki, pressing a cold can up against the small of her back to make her gasp. “Naughty Gill!” she admonished me, then kissed me lightly on the lips. I took a big bag of chips from the cupboard and we sat down at the kitchen counter together.

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