by E V Daymuir
Natasha watched them kiss and embrace. She should have felt uneasy about it, but in Barrie’s body she was fancying Debbie like mad. He reached out with Barrie’s huge hands and shared in their embrace. They lay down one on either side. She kissed them in turn before asking the inevitable question. ‘Who wants to be first?’ Debbie looked at the penis which lay across Barrie’s stomach, pointing towards her and giggled. ‘It seems to have chosen me, but I’ve never had a willie as big as that before. Using Natasha’s right hand to haul it upright again, Barrie leapt to the defence of his manhood. ‘You can’t call this a willie.’ Debbie thought Natasha was joking and joined in. ‘How about a prick?’ ‘Pah! You’ll get more than a prick with that, I can tell you.’ They giggled, but Natasha was tiring of their little game. Barrie’s cock was seeking a home. She turned his body towards Debbie, embraced her and rolled back with her on top. Her legs were between Barrie’s, his penis sandwiched between their stomachs. She rubbed herself against it, then. without a word, straddled Barrie’s legs so that she could position the head of his penis against her vagina which was warm and very wet. Natasha was surprised at the ease with which it engulfed the enormous head. Debbie pushed down a little further and began to rock gently. Up to now she had avoided eye contact with Barrie, but now looked directly at him. Natasha watched her pupils enlarge as if going into a trance. She began whimpering softly as Natasha moved Barrie’s hands to gently cup her breasts. As they swayed, her hard nipples brushed against the palms of his hands and the whimpers turned to moans, as she eased further down onto his penis. Then, in a moment of guilt she stopped moving and tried to calm herself. ‘Are you sure this is alright Tash?’ Barrie, who had been stroking Natasha’s clitoris as he watched, moved her body into a kneeling position behind his head on the soft pillow. ‘Of course Debs, I want you to enjoy it.’ He leant over and gave her a kiss. Debbie needed no more encouragement. Barrie moved Natasha’s body down to join her, squatting on his own body so that Natasha’s sex was hard against the base of the penis, picking up on every movement. Natasha was resigned to holding her own waist and watching them kiss. Suddenly, Debbie broke away from the kiss, placed her hands on her shoulders and pounded up and down on Barrie’s penis, squealing with delight. So much, thought Natasha, for worrying it might be too big for her. With one long final downward thrust and a loud, uninhibited scream she came. Natasha was no longer in control of Barrie’s hips which bucked up against Debbie, striving for release. ’Did you come?’ Natasha was about to answer no, when she realised the question was directed to her own body rather than Barrie’s. She heard own voice respond. ‘No Debs, but it was worth it simply to be with you.’ Debbie suddenly lifted herself of Barrie, taking Natasha‘s body with her. Barrie opened her legs and began stroking her sex. Debbie knelt between Natasha’s thighs, bent forward and licked the back of her hand as a prelude to taking over. Natasha felt out of the game. She wanted to put Barrie’s penis where it rightfully belonged, but as she saw Debbie’s beautifully rounded buttocks rise and fall as she bobbed up and down, Natasha couldn’t resist. Debbie’s vagina was open and inviting and as she thrust Barrie’s penis into her she moaned quietly, pushing back against his thighs. She moved his penis slowly, altering the angle by raising up on his knees to hit that most sensitive of spots. Debbie responded by jerking back to increase the tempo. Natasha resisted for as long as she could, but in the end Barrie’s penis took charge. It was on fire and she began to thrust with long savage strokes. She heard her own rising cries as Debbie’s tongue lapped at all the right spots. Pushing Barrie’s hands hard against Debbie’s buttocks she spread her cheeks to thrust further, deeper, harder. Their frantic cries followed close, one upon the other and they collapsed in an exhausted mutual embrace.
After several minutes Debbie extricated herself to open the third bottle of champagne and charge their glasses. The celebration was far from over.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO.
At 6.30pm, Julie let herself into the penthouse through the rear door. She stopped and listened in the kitchen. The Billy Holliday CD, which Lucy was particularly fond of, was playing in the bedroom. She placed the Mercedes keys on the kitchen table and walked up the corridor. The bedroom door was half open, she hesitated. ‘Hi Lu, alright for me to come in?’ Lucy came to the door; naked apart form a pair of black stilettos. She pressed against Julie kissed her on the lips, then walked with her to the guest bedroom. A Venetian face mask, with a nose shaped like a small beak and feathers sweeping over the top and sides lay on the bed. Lucy picked it up and held it against her face. ‘Do you like it?’ The mask transformed her into a magnificent bird of prey. ‘It’s fantastic, what are you wearing it for?’ Lucy removed the mask from her face and smiled. ‘It’s for you to wear tonight darling. It would be nice if you wore nothing else apart from my stilettos, will you do that for me?’ She kicked off the shoes. Julie took a step back. ‘You want me to be naked in front of a man?’ Lucy closed the distance between them and enclosed her in an embrace. ‘It’s not for him darling; it’s for me, he won’t know who’s behind the mask, but I will. When I call you into the bedroom you’ll find us on the bed looking up at the mirror. He gets turned on by watching me frig myself. When you take over, he’s going to get tremendously excited, but not as much as me. You did say you would do it darling.’ Julie kissed her on the cheek. ‘I’ll do it for you, but if he tries anything on with me, he’ll wish he hadn’t.’ Lucy started to undress her. ‘He won’t try; I’ll tell him you’re a raving lesbian.’ Julie smiled to herself; Lucy had no idea how true that was. When she was down to her panties, Lucy knelt in front of her and slowly pulled them down. ‘Did you use the surgical tape?’ With her thumbs, she parted her labia. Julie shivered; she could still feel Suzy’s tongue softly caressing her clitoris. ‘I put it on as you suggested, but I could hardly walk to the car afterwards. By the time I got home it was driving me mad. I had to go to the bathroom before I spoke to Peter.’
‘Did you masturbate?’ Julie took a deep breath before she delivered her prepared lie. ‘I had to Lu. I’m ever so sorry, but I couldn’t stand it anymore and I couldn’t keep quiet. Peter heard the moans and asked if I was alright. I told him I had a tummy problem. When I heard him go back downstairs I just carried on. I came twice.’
‘Good for you, your cunt looks as if it’s had some hot action. I’ll give it some more later.’ She stood up and pressed her body close, rubbing and tangling her pubis with Lucy’s as she put the mask on for her.
The bell rang to let them know someone had entered the lift. Lucy tapped her on the bottom. ‘Let him in darling; straight to my bedroom.
Julie panicked ‘I can’t do it Lu; not open the door in the nude. Not to a stranger.’ Lucy grinned at her. ‘I thought you might feel that way. Try covering your cunt with this.’ She handed her a feather duster. The feathers were a similar colour to those on the mask.
Seeing the humour in the situation, Julie held it over the appropriate place. ‘Let’s hope I don’t begin to moult.’ Lucy laughed. ‘You look wonderful darling; I’ll preen them for you later.’ As Julie stepped into the stilettos, she playfully flicked the feather duster against Lucy’s sex. ‘I’ll tickle yours later.’
When Mervyn Turner stepped through the second door into the penthouse, he was surprised and delighted to be greeted by a naked woman. Well, naked apart from a face mask, a feather duster held in front of her pussy and stiletto’s. Things looked promising, the woman was a stunner; fantastic tits and stupendous legs; he positively drooled over her. Julie immediately knew who he was. Estate Agents Tompkins & Turner banked at her branch when she worked for the Bank. He often came in. He was in his thirties at that time, newly successful and lecherously smarmy. She was glad to be hiding behind the mask. She instructed him to follow her, promptly switching the feather duster to cover her rear as she turned and swayed her way through the long room.
The bedroom was dimly lit when she opened the door. Lucy was standing by the bed in a thigh length Kimono.
Julie knew she had several, but hadn’t seen this one before. It was in sheer white lace with a white satin belt. Her magnificent breasts were clearly visible and the blackness of her sex formed a heart shaped centre for the large embroidered petals of a flower. ‘Good to see you again Mervyn; it’s been a long time.’ With his eyes fixed on the black patch in the Kimono, Mervyn seemed to have difficulty vocalising a reply,
‘It’s been too long – much too long.’ Lucy rubbed at her sex through the fine lace. ‘I’m sure we’ll make up for lost time.’ She placed the same hand on Julie’s arm. ‘This is Julie, a very good friend. She’s strictly lesbian, so no touching or trying to slip your cock where it’s not wanted. Julie will join us later – but only for my enjoyment.’ Julie took the hint and flicked under the hem of the Kimono with the feather duster. Lucy pretended to go weak at the knees. ‘I’ll give you a call when I need you darling.’ With legs astride and sex bared, Julie looked defiantly at Mervyn. She moved the feather duster provocatively over her vagina before walking out of the door, leaving him with a full view of her firm buttocks.
By the time she time she reached the kitchen she was feeling quite pleased with herself. Mervyn Turner ogling her naked body had not worried her one jot. Hiding anonymously behind the mask may have had something to do with it, although she preferred to believe it was because she was at last comfortable with her own sexuality. Peter had listened to her in silence when she broke the news to him. Afterwards he simply stood up, kissed her on the forehead and said that if she was sure, there was little he could say except to wish her well. She felt vaguely annoyed that he wasn’t upset but thinking about it on the drive to the penthouse; she reasoned it was part pride and part wanting what was best for her. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sipped, waiting for Lucy‘s call. When it came, she though she knew what to expect, but seeing Lucy laying across Mervyn and his rather thick penis disappearing inside her came as something of a shock. Mervyn transferred his gaze from the reflection of Lucy rubbing her clitoris in the overhead mirror, to Julie, who looked directly back at him and teasingly flicked the feather duster up and down her sex.
‘Julie. Please help me Julie.’
When Julie looked into Lucy’s eyes, she saw her desperation. It was a look which had become a hallmark of their brief, but torrid, sexual relationship. She sat on the bed and placed her right hand where Lucy had been entertaining herself. The clitoris throbbed in her fingers. She felt powerful and looked directly at Mervyn who was staring at her sex. The reflection in one of the mirrors showed what he found so interesting, she was squatting with her legs apart and her sex fully exposed. She deliberately stretched her knees further apart looked defiantly back at him and used her free hand to draw a slow, tantalising circle around own clitoris. She was about to demonstrate how her lover needed her; not him. She was going to drive her wild. Lucy smiled and lay back onto Mervyn’s left shoulder, but when Julie pinched her clitoris between two fingers and rubbed at polishing speed, she squealed and sat bolt upright. Her long black hair whipped around her face as her head twisted and shook in frenzy. She didn’t know what to do with herself. She squealed, no! Then quickly changed her mind and groaned yes. Her hand attempted to slow Julie’s down, but Julie ignored it and carried on with her polishing action at a speed she knew she could keep going for a very long time. Teeth bared in a desperate grin, Lucy writhed uncontrollably, one moment looking down at her sex, the next watching the action in the overhead mirror. Her cries of protest turned into screams as she arched backwards and began to pound up and down on Mervyn’s willing penis. She was desperate now, desperate for her orgasm to be overwhelming, desperate for it to be the best ever. It had to be and she shouted as much; then she shrieked, her eyes wide and wild as the orgasm took her. Julie rubbed furiously with her right hand and moved her left hand from her own sex to tug at Lucy’s nipples and complete her release. She screamed several times – then the frenzy was over. Her head turned towards Julie and rewarded her with a wonderful smile. Julie smiled back from behind the mask, stopped polishing and changed to a gentle stroking action. Lucy’s moans of ecstasy gradually subsided and sated, she returned to her original position.
‘That was fantastic darling. If you would rather leave now, I won’t mind. Mervyn will want to satisfy himself in the only way he can.’
Julie shook her head masked head and went back to gently massaging her own clitoris; not that she was expecting to come, it just felt good. When Lucy lifted off Mervyn, she was pleased to see he was wearing a condom. His penis was very erect, about the same length as Peter’s, but quite a bit thicker, which she thought strange, considering he was quite weedy by comparison. She watched as he rolled away from Lucy and stood up beside the bed. Lucy opened her bedside drawer and lifted out the largest of her vibrators. She pushed it into her vagina then knelt on the bed, reached back between her legs and took hold of Mervyn’s penis. She turned her head and looked apprehensively at him. ‘Take it easy please Mervyn; I’ve not done this since your last visit.’ He dragged his eyes away from Julie’s moving hand to look at her and give her an understanding nod. She placed the tip of his penis against her rectum. He pushed into her and she screamed, but he carried on until he was deep inside. She gasped as he withdrew and entered her again. On every thrust she winced in pain. Julie glared at him from behind the mask, how dare he submit Lucy to such pain and degradation. It had to stop and she was about fling her self on Mervyn and pull him away, when Lucy’s hand moved to switch on the vibrator and she began to bounce against Mervyn who grasped her around the waist pulling back in time with every bounce – his thrusts short and savage – his face contorted with lust. Lucy screamed that she was coming and Mervyn shouted fuck, over and over as he ejaculated. It all happened very quickly.
Julie slid off the bed and quietly left the room.
The action on Debbie’s bed at 27 Back Street had been suspended for sustenance. An Indian takeaway delivered, they were sitting around the small table in the kitchen. Natasha hardly felt any effect from the champagne. The two girls though were well gone, although Natasha suspected that Barrie in her body was putting it on a bit as an excuse to flirt outrageously with Debbie. He was now asking her how many more times she could expect to come throughout the night and was a proper cock better than a vibrator. Debbie giggled a lot and there was a lot of fondling, followed by one or other of them ducking under the table to see if it was having any effect on Barrie’s penis; which it was.
The girl’s were wearing Debbie’s bathrobes, which were so sheer, they might as well not have bothered. Natasha had wrapped a towel around Barrie’s waist, which was totally inadequate. After the third bottle of champagne, the decision was made to stay the night. Barrie’s shirt and socks were in the washer dryer and his suit was hanging on the rack in the fitting room. Natasha suddenly felt a hand on the base of Barrie’s penis. There was giggling beneath the table and another hand caressed the head. Then a hand appeared over the edge of the table, felt around, found the yoghurt they had used to cool the fire of the Vindaloo. The carton disappeared. There was more giggling and she felt the cool yoghurt spreading over Barrie’s ever stiffening penis. A tongue licked at the underside of the head, another around his testicles. She couldn’t tell which was which, but it was extremely pleasant. Then it stopped and first Debbie, then her own body, bobbed up alongside the chair and took hold of Barrie’s elbows. She could very easily have remained seated, they would never have been able to lift Barrie’s bulk, but she joined in their game.
They led his body over to the rush matting where she eased his body down onto his back. She watched as Barrie took the lead by pushing a handful of yoghurt into her vagina. Debbie needed no encouragement to follow suit. She giggled. ‘It’s cold.’
Barrie knelt her body in front of her and licked off a mouthful with a single swipe of her tongue. He turned to grin at her.
‘The object of the game is to lick off all the yoghurt,' Debbie smirked as she added. ‘Sorry about havin
g to use the mat, but I have a no food rule in my bed.’
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‘Mr Duggie, how nice to see you.’ Roberto was genuinely pleased to see Duggie Lummox. It had been too long, he used to be a regular; at least once a week, until his wife tragically developed cancer and died. It was all so quick. Roberto was a romantic soul; he could tell there was something special between Mr Duggie and his beautiful companion, so he led them to the back of the restaurant and his special table, screened from prying eyes by a trellis work of plastic flowers. It was his table for lovers. He kissed the back of Penny’s hand when they were introduced, pulled out a chair for her and lit the single candle, with a flourish, stood back and beamed at them
