A New Direction
Jayne and I had spent a weekend away on a city break in Barcelona. Fantastic time was had, Cava drunk, tapas eaten, cultural experiences enjoyed. You can imagine my embarrassment when I’d realised, I’d left my Gal Pal dildo back there. It had been well used. Jayne and I agreed that while we loved fucking women, sometimes a good, hard fuck was needed. And that filled a gap, as it were.
“You’ll just have to buy another; I don’t want to go too long without you giving me a shag” opined Jayne. My Amazon account would be a discreet enough way of getting a replacement. “The chambermaid will certainly be surprised, just wonder what’ll happen to it?” I replied. “I will order another today at work. Right! Got to get going, see you tonight. Love you”. “Love you too” Jayne replied as I dashed out the door.
During my break, I got onto Amazon and ordered another Gal Pal, this time in an unusual shade of light purple. Delivery was due on Friday, only a few days of more traditional girl/girl sex. I’d just clicked the confirm icon when I heard a voice, “Pamela, the Boss wants a word with you, can you pop up to his office?” Slightly flustered as I’d thought I’d been caught, I swiftly put my mobile in my jacket pocket, settled myself down, combed my hair and walked down the corridor and knocked on the door.
“You wanted to see me Mr Fleetwood?” “Pamela, come in and pull up a chair, it is a couple of things and all positive I might add. I see in the time how you’ve been here; you’ve settled in well. Not only have you taken to your role like a duck to water, but you’ve also likewise helped build the ethos we want. You’re the closest thing we have to an identikit employee. And now we’d like to make you an offer on your personal development”.
This I wasn’t expecting. I’d thought I’d been caught ordering a sex toy at work to be having that said about me. I was, for once, stuck for something to say. “Well, would you like to hear our proposal?” Mr Fleetwood continued. “Please” I stammered. “As you know we have been looking to open an office in London”. I nodded. “Well, this is confidential, but rather than start from nothing, we are about to conclude the purchase of an existing business. They’re struggling a bit and will need to be brought up to standard and integrated into our way. We’d like you to head the project up. You’d be down there full time. Accommodation and salary adjustments will be provided. Interested?”
“Eh, yes please” was all I could stammer. “Good, now nothing has been finalised yet, however HR will be in touch with you with a package. Please don’t say anything in here. Your nearest and dearest, please keep that low key”. And that was that.
I was floating for the rest of the day. I called Jayne and told her on my way home. “Right! I’m on my way, and a few bottles of bubbles will be opened! See you in an hour”. I headed home via the supermarket and topped up the pizza selection. I don’t live exclusively on pizza, but I was on a high and love them.
I’d not long got in when Jayne arrived. “Fancy sharing a bath?” She asked. If you need a definition of a rhetorical question that’s it. She offered me her hands to pull me up. I was feeling mischievous and pulled her on to my lap. Jayne straddled my legs, and we kissed. A lot. I got a high from her perfume, strategically placed on her cleavage. I loved the smell and started to nuzzle her breasts, kissing, stroking and licking them.
Before long, Jayne had lost her blouse and bra. This only drove me wilder. I had changed into joggers and t shirt. That t shirt went the same way as Jayne’s blouse and bra. We continued to swap DNA when the door buzzer rang. Joan and Erica had been out shopping and decided to pay a visit. Jayne grabbed my t shirt and hid her blouse and bra in the bedroom. She grabbed another t shirt and threw it to me as they came to the door.
We must’ve had the look of “Caught in the act”. Both a bit breathless, June in suit trousers, hair tousled and wearing a t shirt a size or two too small. Without a bra too. Joan gave me a knowing look and asked innocently “I hope we aren’t interrupting anything…” “I may have got a promotion, and we were celebrating, but this is not out there yet”. I stammered.
Jayne dug me out the hole I found myself in. “There was a good deal on a case of Prosecco in the supermarket, so I took full advantage. Bubbles anyone?” She asked, completely unruffled. “Oooh, pizza, and my favourite flavours too!” Erica squealed in excitement. I’d bought a couple of larger pizzas, and we had enough for everyone. I set the oven up while Jayne dispensed the Bubbles.
I described the outline of the offer. The company would pay for my accommodation and a pay rise. I could keep my flat. “What are you going to do with it?” Erica asked. “Keep it, not rent it out as I can’t be bothered with tenants.” I replied. “I’m having grief from my neighbours; I’d be interested in having a chat about a medium-term rent” Erica continued. “A two-bedroom flat, I would benefit from my own space. hopefully Joan too…..”
We settled down and demolished the pizzas and three of the bottles of Prosecco. “What had you guys planned for tonight before we so rudely crashed your delicious party?” Joan asked. “Share a bath, have a few drinks and fester in front of the TV” I replied. “Sounds good, that’s quite a big bath, your P shaped bath. Room for two more? We’d love to celebrate with you” Erica added. “It’d be cozy….” I stammered.
Before I could say anything else, Jayne went through to the bathroom and turned the taps on. I dug out a few more towels and gave them to Joan and Erica. As there were a few more bodies than normal, the amount of water needed to fill the bath wasn’t much. The taps were in the middle of the bath, so I took one end and Joan, the other. Erica sat down, backing into Joan and Jayne did the same with me. I turned the jacuzzi pump and put some bubble bath in the system. The foam quickly rose like a soufflé. We brought one of the remaining bottles of Prosecco from the fridge and settled down.
I used the soapy water to massage Jayne’s breasts, below the suds, obviously. She was purring like a kitten. Erica started talking about her college course. She was learning massage and reflexology. Jayne smiled, “If you need a guinea pig, I’d love to volunteer” she said. Erica reached under the water and lifted Jayne’s left foot up. I
She started to massage Jayne’s foot gently. Knowing Jayne’s tactility, she was going to be in Seventh Heaven. “Erica, I’m going to give you an hour to stop doing that!” Jayne eventually murmured. Erica worked her a bit harder, garnering more pleasure from my girlfriend. I started to massage her breasts a bit harder. As Jayne moaned with pleasure, Erica got braver. She pulled Jayne’s left foot to her mouth and started sucking her toes and tonguing in between.
Jayne sagged into my body and slumped further into the water. Joan and I, feeling like two spare pricks at a wedding made eye contact and shrugged our shoulders. This was a turn up. Jayne is fond of Erica, but had previously made it clear her age was too close to her girls’. I understood, and while disappointed, I understood and respected her choice. I also knew Erica had wanted to fuck Jayne; she had told me so.
I noticed that Erica had dropped her left knee slightly and Jayne was even more like putty. Curiosity got the better of me, on the pretext of stroking her tummy, I slipped my hands further south and had my suspicions confirmed. Erica was sucking Jayne’s left foot. With her own left foot, Erica was massaging Jayne’s pussy. Note to self, need to try this.
Eventually Jayne came with a shudder. She slumped into the water, her head resting on my shoulder. Her rich black main floating on the depleted soap suds. To revive them, I turned the jacuzzi and the suds rose like a soufflé.
“Fuck me Erica, I never expected that from you. Joan, you’re a lucky woman” Jayne eventually said, after recovering from Erica’s attention. “As you know, Joan and I are mainly great friends with awesome benefits, I’d slept with Pamela and Joan, I’d always wanted to get close with you too.” Erica offered. “Don’t be shy!” Was all Jayne could offer.
“Pamela, should we leave these two to get a room and we share the bath and Prosecco a bit more?” Joan asked. I replied that I was just surprised at what had just happened as Jayne seemed to have an age policy. “We are both over 21 hunny” Jayne said.
The water was getting colder, despite the hot lesbian action. We all got up and let the water drain away, taking with it any stories it could tell. Joan and I left Erica and Jayne to dry each other off. Strangely I never felt jealous. Jayne and I had played with others, but it never affected the relationship. How would things work out when I moved to London?
Joan and I dried ourselves, not each other, Erica and Jayne please take note. Both Erica and Jayne were giggling at their fondling. We all walked through to the living room, towels wrapped round us and carried on gossiping. Erica and Jayne sat on the two-seater, giggling still, Joan and I on the other.
“Looks like our partners have got better offers!” Joan said, breaking the ice. “So, please don’t think me forward when I do this.” She added. Joan lay across my lap along the sofa. This took me back to my first unexpected encounter with lesbianism. This time I knew what to do. “I’ve an idea, why don’t you turn around and I will massage your feet and lick your feet. It worked out well for our birds, so let’s see how it goes for us?” I suggested.
Joan’s answer was short and sweet, “good call”. Erica and Jayne continued their giggling. I’d been sitting upright, but turned to my right and Joan deftly put her feet on my lap. I started to rub them, which she enjoyed. After a few minutes I had a brain wave. I stood up and pulled Joan so that she was reclined across both seats of the sofa, unwrapped the towel around me while holding her legs by the calves and started to rub the arch of her feet on the top front of my pelvis. She smiled as I gently caressed her feet. I was swinging my hips from side to side, rotating through my spine.
“I’m enjoying watching your pert tits swing” Joan finally said. Being as small as I am, I was rarely complimented on them. I’d got used to it, but some old habits die hard. “It’s normally me who’s chewing Jayne’s breasts, they do occasionally feel neglected…” I replied. I looked across to the other sofa and Jayne had perched herself on Erica’s lap while kissing each other. They were both caressing each others' breasts while kissing. Erica pulled Jayne’s damp hair back and started on Jayne’s neck and ears. “That’s beautiful, but no hickies. I’ve got two your age and I don’t want any unnecessary questions!” Erica said nothing but carried on south and started on Jayne’s fabulous breasts. Her nipples were as pert as I’ve ever seen or felt. I knew Jayne would take that all night.
Joan sat up, holding my right hand, guided me to her and sat me on her lap. She started doing the same thing to me. Joan pulled my hands behind my back and with her left hand grasped both my wrists, though not tightly. Her right hand opened my fingers. She let go of my wrists and moved the opened fingers of my left hand to my right wrist and closed them, so I was holding my own wrist. “Now, I am trusting you to be a good girl and not let go. Understand? Otherwise, my hand will have to have a long conversation with your delightfully firm bottom. And that, young lady, would hurt”. I just nodded my consent.
Joan started to run her nails down my back. The effect was electrifying. After a tender few moments, her nails started on my scalp, gently scratching it and running her lovely long fingers through my tousled, wet hair. Next the nape of my neck was getting her attention, running her fingers around my neck to my sternum. All the while she was kissing me, her tongue dominating mine.
Jayne and I never really had a dominant partner while having sex. We took turn, depending on our moods. That said, it was me that used the strap on, so I may have had the occasional masculine role, as I loved fucking her. With Joan I got the feeling I was about to be on the receiving end of her attentions. She leant forward and whispered in my ear, “You, with me. I am going to fuck you silly. I want to fuck you so hard you’ll feel I’ve dishonoured you. And you want more. Understood?” Again, I just nodded as I stood up. Joan had my hands, as if to remind me that I wasn’t allowed to release my hands.
Joan picked up our now discarded towels and guided me back to the bathroom. She started running the shower. As it came from the boiler, it took a few moments to warm up. “Remember, don’t let go, and don’t say a word”. With that Joan unhooked my hands and moved them so that I was gripping my own opposite elbow behind my back. Before I could reply, she pushed me into the shower and stepped in too.
Joan started to soap me all over, rubbing my pussy and soaping my arse. She took the shower head off the pole and started to hose the soap from my arse crack, then, and this was a pleasant shock, the water jet hit my very aroused clitoris. I must’ve given my thoughts away as she withdrew the shower head before I came. “Not yet, you dirty girl, you’ll come when I allow it”. With that she turned the shower off and guided me out.
After roughly towelling me dry quite roughly, Joan guided me back to the living room, stopping to get a few pillows on the way. “Lie down face first and leave the rest to me.” As I lay down, she put two pillows for my head and lifted my hips where she slid the remaining pillow under my hips. My arse was sticking up in the air and I still had my arms crossed behind my back. “Right Pamela, seeing as my date and your partner have left us to make our own fun, you’re mine. Hold on, and I hope you enjoy the ride. This is how I was taught in the Army how to fuck a woman.” Joan whispered huskily in my ear.
She gently straddled my hips and started to nibble my ear lobes. Next, she slipped her hands under my shoulders and started to massage my breasts. My nipples were very erect. The nibbling below painful. The massaging of my breasts was rough. My nipples were like buttons. They’re not particularly big, but they were as hard as I could remember for a long time.
Her nails dug into my flesh as Joan worked her way down my back. She got off me and slipped down behind me. My back was probably red raw because of her nails. She licked and blew on the tender skin. I was a little surprised to feel her nibbling my buttocks. I was about to ask what was happening when I felt a stinging slap on my raised arse. “I told you to keep quiet!” Joan barked. She then got back to work. She split my legs and knelt down behind me. She started to nibble the inside of both thighs. Next thing I knew I felt my butt cheeks being separated and a tongue getting to work on my sphincter. At the same time, I felt my pussy being fingered.
I’d never felt anything like this before. Jayne was going to have to try this on me. Joan worked my ring beautifully. I came and came hard. I ejaculated. Wow! Joan got up and disappeared off to the bathroom and after some mouthwash being gargled, she returned. I must’ve looked a sight. I hadn’t moved, lying sprawled out on the floor, pillows scattered everywhere.
Jayne and Erica had taken a break from their exchange of DNA. I couldn’t believe the view I had. Erica was almost triumphant. I knew she fancied Jayne, but Jayne had for some reason let her guard down today and played along. I was still processing the sight when Erica took Jayne’s hand and stood up. I caught myself casting an admiring glance. She’d got her figure back, and then some. Her bright red hair cascaded over her shoulders and got halfway down her back. It contrasted beautifully with her pale skin. She made a fine-looking couple with Joan. The statuesque stunner and the ginger beauty. I’m guessing a few porn studios would want their services.
Erica pulled Jayne to her feet and into her eager arms. They embraced in a deep kiss. Erica took Jayne’s hand and led her to my bedroom. “I’m not going to do all Joan did to Pamela to you, but I am going to go down on you. Now. Spread them!” Jayne climbed on to the bed and sprawled out. Erica was grinning like a maniac. She started on Jayne’s breasts. Jayne likes it rough, but Erica was sensual. Gently taking her time, she worshipped Jayne with her mouth. She spent many minutes on her. Moving from one part of her breasts to another like a butterfly.
Jayne had a wee bit of a tummy; she had now lost a few pounds. But she was looking good. Her breasts were still fairly firm; her nipples were a lot bigger than mine and still erect after Erica’s attention. Erica flicked her hair away from her face, porn star like as she started kissing Jayne’s pussy. She ran her tongue around Jayne’s pussy lips, increasing in intensity. I could see Jayne’s legs spread as far apart as possible. Her breathing getting shallower and faster. Joan knelt over Jayne’s face and started kissing her. This was full tonguing, just like Erica was doing to her pussy.
I walked over and knelt by the bed and started to massage her tits. Joan’s hanging breasts were rubbing gently against the back of my hands. I was enjoying the sensation of two women’s breasts getting rubbed at the same time. After Jayne climaxed, we all lay together for a few minutes. I broke the spell as I was bursting for a pee. As I stood up, I felt something against my toes. I bent down to investigate. It was my Gal-Pal dildo! I thought we’d lost that in Barcelona.
I dashed to the toilet and returned to retrieve my favourite toy. I picked the pink dildo up and made sure she was fine. She was. Jayne looked at me and with a look of exhaustion almost begged me to not even suggest I use it.
More to follow.
“You’ll just have to buy another; I don’t want to go too long without you giving me a shag” opined Jayne. My Amazon account would be a discreet enough way of getting a replacement. “The chambermaid will certainly be surprised, just wonder what’ll happen to it?” I replied. “I will order another today at work. Right! Got to get going, see you tonight. Love you”. “Love you too” Jayne replied as I dashed out the door.
During my break, I got onto Amazon and ordered another Gal Pal, this time in an unusual shade of light purple. Delivery was due on Friday, only a few days of more traditional girl/girl sex. I’d just clicked the confirm icon when I heard a voice, “Pamela, the Boss wants a word with you, can you pop up to his office?” Slightly flustered as I’d thought I’d been caught, I swiftly put my mobile in my jacket pocket, settled myself down, combed my hair and walked down the corridor and knocked on the door.
“You wanted to see me Mr Fleetwood?” “Pamela, come in and pull up a chair, it is a couple of things and all positive I might add. I see in the time how you’ve been here; you’ve settled in well. Not only have you taken to your role like a duck to water, but you’ve also likewise helped build the ethos we want. You’re the closest thing we have to an identikit employee. And now we’d like to make you an offer on your personal development”.
This I wasn’t expecting. I’d thought I’d been caught ordering a sex toy at work to be having that said about me. I was, for once, stuck for something to say. “Well, would you like to hear our proposal?” Mr Fleetwood continued. “Please” I stammered. “As you know we have been looking to open an office in London”. I nodded. “Well, this is confidential, but rather than start from nothing, we are about to conclude the purchase of an existing business. They’re struggling a bit and will need to be brought up to standard and integrated into our way. We’d like you to head the project up. You’d be down there full time. Accommodation and salary adjustments will be provided. Interested?”
“Eh, yes please” was all I could stammer. “Good, now nothing has been finalised yet, however HR will be in touch with you with a package. Please don’t say anything in here. Your nearest and dearest, please keep that low key”. And that was that.
I was floating for the rest of the day. I called Jayne and told her on my way home. “Right! I’m on my way, and a few bottles of bubbles will be opened! See you in an hour”. I headed home via the supermarket and topped up the pizza selection. I don’t live exclusively on pizza, but I was on a high and love them.
I’d not long got in when Jayne arrived. “Fancy sharing a bath?” She asked. If you need a definition of a rhetorical question that’s it. She offered me her hands to pull me up. I was feeling mischievous and pulled her on to my lap. Jayne straddled my legs, and we kissed. A lot. I got a high from her perfume, strategically placed on her cleavage. I loved the smell and started to nuzzle her breasts, kissing, stroking and licking them.
Before long, Jayne had lost her blouse and bra. This only drove me wilder. I had changed into joggers and t shirt. That t shirt went the same way as Jayne’s blouse and bra. We continued to swap DNA when the door buzzer rang. Joan and Erica had been out shopping and decided to pay a visit. Jayne grabbed my t shirt and hid her blouse and bra in the bedroom. She grabbed another t shirt and threw it to me as they came to the door.
We must’ve had the look of “Caught in the act”. Both a bit breathless, June in suit trousers, hair tousled and wearing a t shirt a size or two too small. Without a bra too. Joan gave me a knowing look and asked innocently “I hope we aren’t interrupting anything…” “I may have got a promotion, and we were celebrating, but this is not out there yet”. I stammered.
Jayne dug me out the hole I found myself in. “There was a good deal on a case of Prosecco in the supermarket, so I took full advantage. Bubbles anyone?” She asked, completely unruffled. “Oooh, pizza, and my favourite flavours too!” Erica squealed in excitement. I’d bought a couple of larger pizzas, and we had enough for everyone. I set the oven up while Jayne dispensed the Bubbles.
I described the outline of the offer. The company would pay for my accommodation and a pay rise. I could keep my flat. “What are you going to do with it?” Erica asked. “Keep it, not rent it out as I can’t be bothered with tenants.” I replied. “I’m having grief from my neighbours; I’d be interested in having a chat about a medium-term rent” Erica continued. “A two-bedroom flat, I would benefit from my own space. hopefully Joan too…..”
We settled down and demolished the pizzas and three of the bottles of Prosecco. “What had you guys planned for tonight before we so rudely crashed your delicious party?” Joan asked. “Share a bath, have a few drinks and fester in front of the TV” I replied. “Sounds good, that’s quite a big bath, your P shaped bath. Room for two more? We’d love to celebrate with you” Erica added. “It’d be cozy….” I stammered.
Before I could say anything else, Jayne went through to the bathroom and turned the taps on. I dug out a few more towels and gave them to Joan and Erica. As there were a few more bodies than normal, the amount of water needed to fill the bath wasn’t much. The taps were in the middle of the bath, so I took one end and Joan, the other. Erica sat down, backing into Joan and Jayne did the same with me. I turned the jacuzzi pump and put some bubble bath in the system. The foam quickly rose like a soufflé. We brought one of the remaining bottles of Prosecco from the fridge and settled down.
I used the soapy water to massage Jayne’s breasts, below the suds, obviously. She was purring like a kitten. Erica started talking about her college course. She was learning massage and reflexology. Jayne smiled, “If you need a guinea pig, I’d love to volunteer” she said. Erica reached under the water and lifted Jayne’s left foot up. I
She started to massage Jayne’s foot gently. Knowing Jayne’s tactility, she was going to be in Seventh Heaven. “Erica, I’m going to give you an hour to stop doing that!” Jayne eventually murmured. Erica worked her a bit harder, garnering more pleasure from my girlfriend. I started to massage her breasts a bit harder. As Jayne moaned with pleasure, Erica got braver. She pulled Jayne’s left foot to her mouth and started sucking her toes and tonguing in between.
Jayne sagged into my body and slumped further into the water. Joan and I, feeling like two spare pricks at a wedding made eye contact and shrugged our shoulders. This was a turn up. Jayne is fond of Erica, but had previously made it clear her age was too close to her girls’. I understood, and while disappointed, I understood and respected her choice. I also knew Erica had wanted to fuck Jayne; she had told me so.
I noticed that Erica had dropped her left knee slightly and Jayne was even more like putty. Curiosity got the better of me, on the pretext of stroking her tummy, I slipped my hands further south and had my suspicions confirmed. Erica was sucking Jayne’s left foot. With her own left foot, Erica was massaging Jayne’s pussy. Note to self, need to try this.
Eventually Jayne came with a shudder. She slumped into the water, her head resting on my shoulder. Her rich black main floating on the depleted soap suds. To revive them, I turned the jacuzzi and the suds rose like a soufflé.
“Fuck me Erica, I never expected that from you. Joan, you’re a lucky woman” Jayne eventually said, after recovering from Erica’s attention. “As you know, Joan and I are mainly great friends with awesome benefits, I’d slept with Pamela and Joan, I’d always wanted to get close with you too.” Erica offered. “Don’t be shy!” Was all Jayne could offer.
“Pamela, should we leave these two to get a room and we share the bath and Prosecco a bit more?” Joan asked. I replied that I was just surprised at what had just happened as Jayne seemed to have an age policy. “We are both over 21 hunny” Jayne said.
The water was getting colder, despite the hot lesbian action. We all got up and let the water drain away, taking with it any stories it could tell. Joan and I left Erica and Jayne to dry each other off. Strangely I never felt jealous. Jayne and I had played with others, but it never affected the relationship. How would things work out when I moved to London?
Joan and I dried ourselves, not each other, Erica and Jayne please take note. Both Erica and Jayne were giggling at their fondling. We all walked through to the living room, towels wrapped round us and carried on gossiping. Erica and Jayne sat on the two-seater, giggling still, Joan and I on the other.
“Looks like our partners have got better offers!” Joan said, breaking the ice. “So, please don’t think me forward when I do this.” She added. Joan lay across my lap along the sofa. This took me back to my first unexpected encounter with lesbianism. This time I knew what to do. “I’ve an idea, why don’t you turn around and I will massage your feet and lick your feet. It worked out well for our birds, so let’s see how it goes for us?” I suggested.
Joan’s answer was short and sweet, “good call”. Erica and Jayne continued their giggling. I’d been sitting upright, but turned to my right and Joan deftly put her feet on my lap. I started to rub them, which she enjoyed. After a few minutes I had a brain wave. I stood up and pulled Joan so that she was reclined across both seats of the sofa, unwrapped the towel around me while holding her legs by the calves and started to rub the arch of her feet on the top front of my pelvis. She smiled as I gently caressed her feet. I was swinging my hips from side to side, rotating through my spine.
“I’m enjoying watching your pert tits swing” Joan finally said. Being as small as I am, I was rarely complimented on them. I’d got used to it, but some old habits die hard. “It’s normally me who’s chewing Jayne’s breasts, they do occasionally feel neglected…” I replied. I looked across to the other sofa and Jayne had perched herself on Erica’s lap while kissing each other. They were both caressing each others' breasts while kissing. Erica pulled Jayne’s damp hair back and started on Jayne’s neck and ears. “That’s beautiful, but no hickies. I’ve got two your age and I don’t want any unnecessary questions!” Erica said nothing but carried on south and started on Jayne’s fabulous breasts. Her nipples were as pert as I’ve ever seen or felt. I knew Jayne would take that all night.
Joan sat up, holding my right hand, guided me to her and sat me on her lap. She started doing the same thing to me. Joan pulled my hands behind my back and with her left hand grasped both my wrists, though not tightly. Her right hand opened my fingers. She let go of my wrists and moved the opened fingers of my left hand to my right wrist and closed them, so I was holding my own wrist. “Now, I am trusting you to be a good girl and not let go. Understand? Otherwise, my hand will have to have a long conversation with your delightfully firm bottom. And that, young lady, would hurt”. I just nodded my consent.
Joan started to run her nails down my back. The effect was electrifying. After a tender few moments, her nails started on my scalp, gently scratching it and running her lovely long fingers through my tousled, wet hair. Next the nape of my neck was getting her attention, running her fingers around my neck to my sternum. All the while she was kissing me, her tongue dominating mine.
Jayne and I never really had a dominant partner while having sex. We took turn, depending on our moods. That said, it was me that used the strap on, so I may have had the occasional masculine role, as I loved fucking her. With Joan I got the feeling I was about to be on the receiving end of her attentions. She leant forward and whispered in my ear, “You, with me. I am going to fuck you silly. I want to fuck you so hard you’ll feel I’ve dishonoured you. And you want more. Understood?” Again, I just nodded as I stood up. Joan had my hands, as if to remind me that I wasn’t allowed to release my hands.
Joan picked up our now discarded towels and guided me back to the bathroom. She started running the shower. As it came from the boiler, it took a few moments to warm up. “Remember, don’t let go, and don’t say a word”. With that Joan unhooked my hands and moved them so that I was gripping my own opposite elbow behind my back. Before I could reply, she pushed me into the shower and stepped in too.
Joan started to soap me all over, rubbing my pussy and soaping my arse. She took the shower head off the pole and started to hose the soap from my arse crack, then, and this was a pleasant shock, the water jet hit my very aroused clitoris. I must’ve given my thoughts away as she withdrew the shower head before I came. “Not yet, you dirty girl, you’ll come when I allow it”. With that she turned the shower off and guided me out.
After roughly towelling me dry quite roughly, Joan guided me back to the living room, stopping to get a few pillows on the way. “Lie down face first and leave the rest to me.” As I lay down, she put two pillows for my head and lifted my hips where she slid the remaining pillow under my hips. My arse was sticking up in the air and I still had my arms crossed behind my back. “Right Pamela, seeing as my date and your partner have left us to make our own fun, you’re mine. Hold on, and I hope you enjoy the ride. This is how I was taught in the Army how to fuck a woman.” Joan whispered huskily in my ear.
She gently straddled my hips and started to nibble my ear lobes. Next, she slipped her hands under my shoulders and started to massage my breasts. My nipples were very erect. The nibbling below painful. The massaging of my breasts was rough. My nipples were like buttons. They’re not particularly big, but they were as hard as I could remember for a long time.
Her nails dug into my flesh as Joan worked her way down my back. She got off me and slipped down behind me. My back was probably red raw because of her nails. She licked and blew on the tender skin. I was a little surprised to feel her nibbling my buttocks. I was about to ask what was happening when I felt a stinging slap on my raised arse. “I told you to keep quiet!” Joan barked. She then got back to work. She split my legs and knelt down behind me. She started to nibble the inside of both thighs. Next thing I knew I felt my butt cheeks being separated and a tongue getting to work on my sphincter. At the same time, I felt my pussy being fingered.
I’d never felt anything like this before. Jayne was going to have to try this on me. Joan worked my ring beautifully. I came and came hard. I ejaculated. Wow! Joan got up and disappeared off to the bathroom and after some mouthwash being gargled, she returned. I must’ve looked a sight. I hadn’t moved, lying sprawled out on the floor, pillows scattered everywhere.
Jayne and Erica had taken a break from their exchange of DNA. I couldn’t believe the view I had. Erica was almost triumphant. I knew she fancied Jayne, but Jayne had for some reason let her guard down today and played along. I was still processing the sight when Erica took Jayne’s hand and stood up. I caught myself casting an admiring glance. She’d got her figure back, and then some. Her bright red hair cascaded over her shoulders and got halfway down her back. It contrasted beautifully with her pale skin. She made a fine-looking couple with Joan. The statuesque stunner and the ginger beauty. I’m guessing a few porn studios would want their services.
Erica pulled Jayne to her feet and into her eager arms. They embraced in a deep kiss. Erica took Jayne’s hand and led her to my bedroom. “I’m not going to do all Joan did to Pamela to you, but I am going to go down on you. Now. Spread them!” Jayne climbed on to the bed and sprawled out. Erica was grinning like a maniac. She started on Jayne’s breasts. Jayne likes it rough, but Erica was sensual. Gently taking her time, she worshipped Jayne with her mouth. She spent many minutes on her. Moving from one part of her breasts to another like a butterfly.
Jayne had a wee bit of a tummy; she had now lost a few pounds. But she was looking good. Her breasts were still fairly firm; her nipples were a lot bigger than mine and still erect after Erica’s attention. Erica flicked her hair away from her face, porn star like as she started kissing Jayne’s pussy. She ran her tongue around Jayne’s pussy lips, increasing in intensity. I could see Jayne’s legs spread as far apart as possible. Her breathing getting shallower and faster. Joan knelt over Jayne’s face and started kissing her. This was full tonguing, just like Erica was doing to her pussy.
I walked over and knelt by the bed and started to massage her tits. Joan’s hanging breasts were rubbing gently against the back of my hands. I was enjoying the sensation of two women’s breasts getting rubbed at the same time. After Jayne climaxed, we all lay together for a few minutes. I broke the spell as I was bursting for a pee. As I stood up, I felt something against my toes. I bent down to investigate. It was my Gal-Pal dildo! I thought we’d lost that in Barcelona.
I dashed to the toilet and returned to retrieve my favourite toy. I picked the pink dildo up and made sure she was fine. She was. Jayne looked at me and with a look of exhaustion almost begged me to not even suggest I use it.
More to follow.
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