by E V Daymuir
Barrie woke abruptly to Debbie’s cries of delight and the bed bouncing up and down as she increased the tempo. Natasha’s head hurt like hell and her mouth felt like dry sandpaper, but when he saw Debbie enthusiastically grinding down on his ‘old boy’ he just had to join in. Debbie looked down at him. ‘Get ready Tash. Mustn’t let him go for a pee, he’s incredibly stiff right now, we don’t want him to lose it.’
Barrie swung Natasha’s legs over the side of the bed, swaying as he stood up. ‘He held her hand to her forehead and giggled. ‘He should be OK, but we did give him a bit of a seeing to last night. Keep going, Debs, I need a pee.’ Debbie did as she was told, slowing the pace and swaying from side to side as she squirmed down on the stiff but reluctant penis.
A couple of minutes later, Natasha felt the mattress dip as her body crawled onto the bottom of the bed. Then she felt her own legs straddle Barrie’s to sit down behind Debbie. She lifted Barrie’s head to see her own slender left hand cup Debbie’s left breast, leaving the right one to bob and swing crazily in a way which she found incredibly erotic. When the fingers of her right hand marched through Debbie’s pubic hair to work on her clitoris, Barrie‘s penis became unbearably stiff. Debbie shouted that she was going to come and carried on shouting as she shuddered into a prolonged orgasm. When she eased her still quivering pussy off Barrie’s penis, Natasha gave an audible sigh of relief, at last. Now she could take Barrie’s body to the bathroom. But, Debbie’s body and hers moved forward in unison and Natasha felt Barrie’s penis enter her own vagina.
‘No Tash! Please. I must go to the bathroom! ’ Natasha’s own body was hidden by Debbie, who was sitting astride Barrie’s chest, but judging by the way her vagina was gripping Barrie’s penis, he had no intention of heeding her plea. ‘Barrie, for heaven’s sake, let me go.’ Debbie grinned down at her. ‘No, you Barrie, her Natasha.’ She smiled back and said, weakly. ‘I need to go so badly, I can‘t think properly.’ She saw her own hands rest on Debbie’s shoulders for support as Barrie began to work her vagina up and down his penis in long slow strokes.
Debbie left a wet trail as she eased herself over Barrie’s stomach and onto his chest. Natasha smelt her sex as she moved closer. It aroused Barrie’s senses – her senses and for the first time she began to think of his thing as hers. It was her penis – her ‘old boy’ which had provided Debbie with so much pleasure and still marvellously erect, it was doing the same for her own body. Well, Barrie could have her vagina, she had his ‘old boy` – the pleasure giver and she was going to make the most of it. If they ever returned to their own bodies, she wanted the satisfaction of knowing she had made better use of it than he had ever done. She pushed Barrie’s rough hands under Debbie’s bottom who squealed as she was pulled onto a probing tongue. She heard her own shrill cries, Debbie’s whimpers and Barrie’s grunts of satisfaction as they convulsed and came together. Debbie continued to push her sex against Barrie’s tongue as she shuddered again and again. Barrie could drown in her sea of wetness for all she cared, Natasha licked and probed until Debbie’s quivering orgasm subsided.
Rewarded first use of the shower for services rendered, Natasha lovingly lathered Barrie’s testicles and pulled back his foreskin to wash the monster beneath. It twitched and instead of discouraging it, she stroked and squeezed, watching as it unfurled into yet another erection. Giggles from behind the shower curtain alerted her to the peepers. Unabashed, she turned sideways to let them see her ‘old boy’ it an all its glory. As she rinsed it off, the girls joined her in the shower and it wasn’t until much later that they heard about the Meltcon fire.
*****
Duggie Lummox was well into his new fitness routine. The long shapely legs of his PA, which he had for so long admired from afar, were wrapped around him, her heels pressing on his buttocks, urging him on. When the telephone rang, Duggie paused mid stroke to reach over and pick up the receiver, but Penny wrapped her arms round his elbows effectively pinned him to her. She whispered in his ear. ‘Shag me, Duggie. Shag me hard.’ The telephone continued to ring but as Penny encouraged him to greater efforts, Duggie became oblivious to it and when Penny shouted that she was coming, he experienced a lengthy ejaculation. The insistent ringing of the telephone eventually stirred them from their post coital embrace. Penny coolly picked up the receiver and Duggie smiled at her as she told the caller that the call had been diverted to the Travel Plan office and she would see if she could find Mr Lummox. She pressed the mute button and grinned at him. ‘It’s Desmond Partridge, editor of the Hamsworth Bugle, are you in?’ Duggie, who was still breathing hard, returned her grin and kissed her before slowly withdrawing. ‘Tell him I’m busy and I’ll call back.’ Penny rolled over onto her side as Duggie lifted off and lay next to her. She released the mute button and passed on the message, then listened and nodded several times before saying she would tell him and replacing the receiver.
‘Tell him what?’ breathed Duggie, nibbling on her ear. She felt his cock digging into her buttocks. Jesus, he still had a hard on. She wasn’t about to waste it. ‘I’ll tell you later.’ She turned onto her hands and knees and with a grunt of approval Duggie caressed her buttocks and eased back into her. He was not as big Barrie, but somehow, he had the knack of hitting all the right spots so she refrained from telling him to fuck her harder, because there was no way he could make her enjoy it more. She came again and again and by the time he came to a shuddering halt half an hour later, she was completely satisfied.
Over breakfast she told him that the editor of the Bugle guessed that he would know about the fire at the Melton factory, but probably wouldn’t know that the chap he had appointed as coach for the local Rugby Club was about to be feted as a national hero.
A confused Julie Bunford made herself another cup of coffee. Following their argument at Roberto’s she had found it difficult to calm down and enjoy a night of sex with Lucy, who had orgasm after orgasm; one of which she described as explosive. Julie’s were as elusive as they had been before she discovered her true sexuality. She thought of Suzy and her half naked body lying in the grass, but every time she was about to come, the vision changed to Lucy having anal sex with Mervyn. Eventually it was Lucy who said they should get some sleep.
Julie woke early and not wishing to try again, slipped out of bed and tip toed to the kitchen. They were going to London to visit Lucy’s companies and sign important forms at her bank. She should be excited at the prospect of officially being a partner in the Lovebrace business empire, but was finding it hard to feel enthusiastic about the trip. Was it guilt, because of Suzy? She sipped her coffee. Or was it that she couldn’t bear to watch Lucy having sex with a man especially anal sex? It was her enjoying it so much which really upset her. She sighed, it was no good, she would have to tell Lucy how she felt. She made another cup of coffee and took both cups to the bedroom.
Lucy was doing some stretching exercises in front of one of the mirrors as Julie walked in. She turned her head and smiled. ‘Thanks darling, why don’t you join me?’ Julie placed the cups on a bedside table and as Lucy was naked, shrugged off her robe, and stood next to her. Lucy smiled at her in the mirror. ‘Just follow me.’ She started a series of simple exercises. Julie watched and copied as best she could.
‘You must admire your own body darling. Here let me show you.’ Lucy stepped behind her and used her hands to get Julie into the correct positions. Her body was pressing hard against hers and Julie could feel her large erect nipples moving across her back. Her vagina tingled and began to throb when she placed a hand on her stomach. ‘No need to say tummy in to you Julie, you look absolutely magnificent?’ She was whispering into her ear. Julie shivered. It felt so erotic. ‘Have you fiddled with yourself this morning?’
Julie shook her head, as much to herself as to Lucy, who nibbled at the lob of her ear.
‘You’re a very naughty girl. Didn’t I tell you to love your cunt?’ Lucy managed to squeak a faltering, yes, as Lucy’s hand moved down to seek her clitori
s. ‘You should stand in front of the mirror like this every morning, doing this with your right hand and gently caressing your breasts with the other.’ She set Julie up so that her hands replaced her own, then walked over to the mirrored wardrobe door which, since Julie’s early cleaning days, had always been locked. Now the key was in the door and when it was opened, Julie caught a glimpse of rubber garments on hangers, whips, chains, manacles, a coil of white rope and much more she could not identify. Lucy reached in for something and kept it hidden as she moved behind Julie again.
‘Now close your eyes darling. – tightly now.’
Julie, who was caressing herself, as instructed, did as she was told. She felt Lucy’s hand slide over hers, then felt her fingers slip into her vagina. They slid easily into her wetness. She guessed it was two fingers as they curled around and found her sensitive spot, which made her tremble. She thought she might come if Lucy kept touching her there, but the fingers were taken away. Then she felt something else being inserted, it was thicker, definitely not her fingers, but pressed on the same spot.
‘Keep those eyes tightly closed, almost ready.’
She felt Lucy’s hands touch the back of her legs and wrap something around her waist. She felt something slide between her buttocks and tighten, then the hands resting on her shoulders, pushed; encouraging her to turn. ‘Turn to the left darling.’ She did as she was told. ‘Now, turn your head to the right – and open your eyes.
She gasped when she saw a large erect penis sticking out from her sex. Lucy curled her fingers around the dildo and moved it up and down and Julie felt the part inside her move. It felt delicious, but not just down there; her whole body was tingling. Lucy kissed her on the nape of the neck. ‘Isn’t it a beauty? It really is difficult to tell it from the real thing.’ Julie watched as her fingers traced the veins and subtle lumps and bumps on the flesh coloured surface. It was secured in place by black leather strapping. She rather liked that, it added to her feeling of masculinity. She placed her hand next to Lucy’s fingers and felt the dildo for herself. It felt natural, stiff, but not solid; it was very realistic, apart from the size.
‘It’s rather, big, Lu.’
‘Just right for me darling.’ Lucy moved in front of her, kissed her on the lips, and rubbed against the dildo. Julie felt pleasure from the slightest of movements and revelled in the feeling of dominance the dildo bestowed upon her. Lucy fell back onto the bed pulling her down on top. She opened her legs and Julie experienced a paroxysm of unexpected pleasure as the dildo entered and Lucy moaned, wrapping her legs around her to pull it in. It happened so quickly; Julie cried out to let Lucy know she was coming. Lucy grinned back at her, but it was the look she had when desperately seeking release.
‘Don’t stop Julie. Fuck me. Fuck me hard darling. Fuck me senseless. Fuck me. Fuck me!’ Julie thrust in and out in slow measured strokes, placed a soothing hand on Lucy’s face and looked deeply into her eyes. ‘Relax Lu; I’m going to make you come as you’ve never come before.’ She felt the waves of pleasure building again and matched the rhythm of the throbbing between her legs to her thrusts. Lucy liked that, she heaved up against every thrust and began tugging at Julie’s nipples. Taking the hint, Julie rested on her elbows and pulled at Lucy's wonderfully erect nipples and as her juices began to flow she pushed the dildo right in and moved from side to side, brushing Lucy’s throbbing clitoris against her own. They came together in a screaming tangle of gripping limbs. She collapsed breathless onto Lucy who immediately clutched her close her and rolled over on top.
Half an hour later they drank cold coffee and when Lucy went to the bathroom, Julie stood by the mirror, admiring her body with the enormous appendage. She took the sex toy cleaning fluid from the bedside drawer, soaked a tissue and began to clean the dildo. As she moved her hand up and down the shaft, she imagined using it on Suzy and surprised herself by having another, leg trembling climax. She admired herself in profile before reluctantly unbuckling the dildo and promising herself she would acquire one, of a more reasonable size, to use on Suzy.
It was 8.30 am before they finally left for London and although they both remarked on an acrid smell, they never saw the plume of smoke on the other side of town.
The news of the Meltcon fire came as something of a shock to the threesome at 27 Back Street. Thankfully there were no reports of fatalities, although two people had been taken to hospital for minor burns and smoke inhalation. Debbie put more bread in the toaster before taking two slices of toast to the table.
‘You first Barrie, we can have ours later.’
Natasha thanked her and took a slice of toast. She spread the butter slowly and methodically, it was the only way with Barrie’s hands. She had tried working at her own speed, but butter splattered all over the place. Controlling Barrie’s body had been frustrating to start with, but now she had come to terms with it. She was also resigned to remaining in his body, heaven knows how the switch had happened in the first place, but if it had been as a result of her wishing to change places; well it hadn’t worked since. Every night she had wished that they could change back, but of course nothing happened.
‘It’ll be chaos on the Estate, Barrie.’ She looked across the table at her own body. Her blue eyes looked a picture of innocence as Barrie fluttered her eyelashes and continued. ‘You would be much better off staying here with us and phoning in later.’
Debbie laughed and joined in. ‘I’m sure we could find him something to do, don’t you Tash?’ The conspirators giggled and despite having told herself that she needed time to think, Natasha decided enough was enough.
‘Don’t you find all this rather strange, Debs?’
‘What would I find strange Barrie?’
‘That Natasha should agree to the three of us going to bed together.’
‘Why shouldn’t I agree to it? It’s what you always wanted.’ Barrie had twigged she was about to tell Debbie what had happened and desperately wanted to steer her away from it. He’d been enjoying himself in Natasha’s body and when they changed back, he wanted to be on the other side of the threesome. ‘Don’t worry Debs; he gets a bit maudlin after sex.’
‘You don’t have any regrets, do you Tash? I’d hate to think you were upset. It was only a bit of fun.’
‘Of course, I know that. I hope it’s something we’ll repeat from time to time.’
‘Great! In that case, I’ll invest in a 4 slice toaster.’
Natasha laughed with them. What was the point of saying anything, Debbie would never believe her. She finished the toast and a second cup of coffee, while the girls discussed their plans for the day.
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.
A pall of smoke hung over the Meltcon factory. Traffic backed-up on the ring road with five miles of tailback caused by drivers who could not resist slowing to rubber neck as they drove past the entrance to the trading estate. Natasha went with the flow – or lack of it and if nothing else, the slow crawl gave her time to think about her situation. She had to admit she enjoyed having sex with two girls, and she didn’t think it would worry her if she was in her own body, watching Barrie and Debbie. What did worry her though, was the thought that Barrie might want to use her body to have sex with another man. She wouldn’t be able to live with that. So, if, as she believed, she was destined to remain in Barrie’s body, would Barrie experiment with her body to the point where they would end up going their separate ways? She hoped not, for despite Barrie’s wanderings, she recognised that the extramarital sex he indulged in was essentially harmless. With Sam Derby, it was no more than a bonk, she was the one who had elevated it to an act of love. Everything was getting so complicated, oh dear. She groaned and rested his forehead on the top of the steering wheel to think. The impatient hoot from the car behind made her jump. The traffic was moving again and a gap of some 50 yards had opened up in front of the BMW. She closed the gap and indicated right, cars were turning into the Trading Estate; the fire must be under control.
Estate traffic wa
s being diverted away from Meltcon, but as the road closure was beyond Hamsworth Towers, she was allowed through. She parked the BMW in Barrie’s own parking space and walked into the lobby. The express lift seemed to be stuck on the fifteenth floor. She pressed the call button several times before it began its swift descent. The doors opened to reveal a furious, red faced, Sally Barnard, flanked by Pauline Sykes and Basil Main. All three were carrying boxes. Natasha swiftly side stepped Barrie’s body to one side, a move she had seen him make many times when playing rugby. It had always impressed her, but obviously not Sally.
‘That’s the only move you’re capable of, you shit! You won’t last five minutes in my job. Travel Plan will fold without me. You’ll all be on your hands and knees begging me to come back – but it will be too late! I’ve had competitors falling over themselves for me to join them, but I remained loyal and look where it got me. Well, now we shall see. You’re all talent less shits and without me you’ll get what you deserve.’ She spat the words out and Natasha could feel droplets hitting Barrie’s face. She took out a handkerchief and mopped them off. Pauline Sykes looked extremely embarrassed, but Basil Main shrugged and smiled. ‘I’m sure you’re right Sally, but let’s get these to your car, shall we?’ Sally tossed her head; stuck her nose in the air and strode out from the lift.
