Friday dawned, with the weather still holding good. We woke early and Phil started to fondle me before he had to get up. I had my mind on the journey and I'm afraid I was not very responsive; I allowed the fondling without reciprocating, going over the things I hid to remember before Stella called to pick us up.
“What's gotten into you, Phil? One would think you hadn't had me for months, instead of yesterday morning!”
“Well, you're going up North today.”
“Gosh-I'm only going for the week-end! We'll be back on Monday.”
“Aw, come on, Rita-this'll only take ten minutes.”
“We've both got to get up, Phil.”
He tried to force my thighs apart, pushing against me to get me on my back. I kept my legs tightly closed, a hand covering my sex, putting the other behind me to brace myself. He pulled my nightie right up to my neck and began playing with my breasts. He must have felt a quiver of response, for he concentrated on the nipples, pinching and squeezing.
“Come on, Rita-open up! The old mazoomas are beginning to sit up and take notice! We can make it a quick one.” He pulled at my defending hand.
“Did you get what I asked you yesterday?” I whispered, letting him pull my hand away, as though I'd decided to let him have what he wanted.
“Huh? What was that?”
“There you are!” I wriggled away from him, pulling my nightie down again. “You only think about yourself and your own pleasures; you forget all about the bother I have to go to afterwards if I don't want to have a baby! Messing about preparing a douche…”
“Oh, hell! I forgot all about it! I'll get you some tablets today.”
“Good-I'll wait! Now we'd better get up-Jane will be in any minute, probably all ready to go! I wouldn't have time to…”
“Let me put it in-just for a minute; I'll pull out before anything happens-promise!” I could feel his hard penis hot against my thighs.
“Oh, men! You're all the same!”
“Now we're back to Stella again! You wouldn't be saving yourself for her by any chance?”
He was getting too near the bone!
“Oh, damn!” I hissed, doing my best to sound annoyed instead of scared and anxious as he mentioned Stella. “What a mind you must have! Look-I really haven't the time; you know Jane will be rearing to go. Here-turn over on to your back; quickly-we don't want Jane walking in in the middle of this!”
I felt for his cock as he turned over, then wriggled under the covers. I had to make this quick-I knew it was highly likely that Jane would come wandering in and I didn't want to be caught at this-especially after yesterday's close call. As I found his penis with my lips, he pushed the bedclothes right down. I looked up.
“I wanted the covers over me in case Jane came in.”
“Oh, I'll be able to pull them up before she sees anything. I like to watch you when you do this.”
I bent again resignedly to the task of gamming him. This was going to be the fastest gam he had ever had!
His penis was big and warm in my mouth; I compressed my lips about it, getting it all in until it made me gag as the knob touched the back of my throat. Then I rapidly moved my head up and down, getting a hand between his legs and gently squeezing his balls.
I felt his hand feeling round my behind as I knelt over him and moved round so that he could get at my bottom; this was something he enjoyed whenever I did this for him-to see and play with my rear-end.
I sucked hard, keeping my tongue constantly licking over his knob and round the edge. His fingers were groping at the cleft of my buttocks and I stuck them out to spread the cheeks for him, steeling myself for what I knew would come next.
Aah! There it was! A finger-tip poked into my anus, pushed in a little way, withdrew, then went back in again; wiggled about. I always thought it a queer sensation, but I pushed my bottom back still more, feeling the reaction it was producing in my mouth. In and out went the finger through my bottom as I sucked on his throbbing penis. The only trouble was-it was beginning to get me really roused, too! I had to finish it quickly.
I came up for air and filled my mouth with saliva, then bent and lowered my head slowly down on to his flesh again, sucking hard, tongue-tip tickling his G-string. I suddenly shoved my bottom back, forcing the length of his forefinger up into my rectum.
He groaned and jerked up at me, nearly choking me as his knob blocked my throat. I held my breath and kept my head where it was. His penis gave a great throb and then the warm semen was squirting directly down my throat. I gulped and swallowed as it came, squeezing his balls to get it all out of his system. Even when it stopped coming I gave him several long, hard sucks to get every last drop. That should hold him for the week-end!
I knelt up, licked my lips, swallowed and looked down at him, wincing as his finger pulled out of my behind.
“Satisfied now?”
“Bloody hell! Whew! I'll need crutches to get to the office after that!”
“Are you complaining?”
“No, sir! Rita-you're a marvellous woman!”
Though I knew it was rather dangerous ground, I couldn't resist it.
“Still think I might be a lesbian?”
“Not after that performance! I never thought you were, anyway; I still think Stella is, though.”
I let it go at that. I got up with Phil and pulled on a negligee, so that by the time Jane came bounding in, I was, for once, respectable!
We all had a sketchy breakfast together and when Phil left for work I went up to the bedroom to pack a bag-Jane's was already just inside the front door in the hall! As I finished, she came in.
“All ready, mummy?”
“I think so.” I took a last look round.
“Well let's go, then-Aunty Stella will be here in a few minutes.” She went towards the door then turned back to the bed with a quick look at me. Pulling the covers back, she inspected the sheet.
“What on earth are you up to?” I demanded.
“Just wondered if you'd had an upset tummy again this morning,” she shrugged.
“An upset tummy?” Then the penny dropped! I looked hard at her, but her face gave nothing away. “No, Jane, I hadn't.”
“I thought you might have; the white of that one you had yesterday seemed a bit off-it smelt very strong as I wiped it off my hip!”
I made no comment as I went down the stairs, face flaming and wondering if my daughter just might be having me on a piece of string! I decided if might be a good idea to have a talk with Stella about her while we were away-leaving out nothing, even my own feelings the previous morning. I was even toying with the idea of getting Stella to have a quiet chat with her to enlighten her a little more than I had felt able to on the facts of life and what was considered “done” and “not done.”
* * *
The journey up to Bridlington had been pleasant, if uneventful. Jane was in raptures about the bungalow and the strip of private beach. After inspecting her little room, she had her swimming costume on and was tearing down to the beach.
“Whew! How about a drink?” She looked in the sideboard and brought out a bottle of scotch. “There's another one in there, too-Rose was always fond of scotch.”
She poured two and we relaxed in easy chairs. She looked good enough to eat in her light summer dress, which snowed up the ridges of her bra and panties.
“No stockings, Stella?”
“Not driving all that way-the suspender-belt would kill me in this weather! You look rather gorgeous today, darling, though you must have felt a bit stuffy in that roll-on!”
“How did you know I was wearing one?”
“It shows through that thin dress. How about us stripping and joining Jane down on the beach?”
“Great!” We finished our drinks and went into the bedroom to change.
“Our
bedroom — for three whole nights, darling,” breathed Stella, standing in the doorway and looking round the room, with its olde-worlde style furnishing- even to a replica four-poster bed. Stella went over and sat on it, patted it with her hands.
“We'll have to put a plaque on it before we go-'Rita and Stella slept here'!”
We undressed and I did feel relieved to get my roll-on rolled off! Naturally, as soon as I had my clothes off, Stella, who had only dress, bra and panties to get rid of, was waiting to dive on me.
We rolled, laughing, on the large bed, having plenty of room to wrestle. Finally, she pinned me on my back, holding my wrists above my head.
“Pay a forfeit?” she panted.
“Why? We didn't make any bets — besides, you jumped on me when I wasn't looking.”
“All right-we'll stay here until Jane comes back and finds us like this!” She pressed down on me.
“Oh, all right, then-how much?”
“Let me see-I know! A kiss!”
“Done! Pucker up!” I lifted my face towards hers, but she pulled back.
“Not there, silly-that would be too easy! You must kiss my bottom!”
“All right, then,” I agreed at once.
“You don't object, then?” She looked a little surprised.
“Of course not, darling. Why should I? I think you have a gorgeous bottom. Now get off me and bend over while I pay my forfeit.”
She got off me and knelt at my side, sticking her bottom out expectantly. I ran my hands caressingly over the full, smooth cheeks, kissed each one, then decided to give her a surprise. Swiftly, I pulled her buttocks apart and planted a kiss right on her warm, puckered little anus; I heard her gasp as I touched it with the tip of my tongue.
“There-I've paid my forfeit-OK?”
“Let's wrestle some more!”
“I might win, this time!”
“I'd arrange for you to win every other bout! I didn't expect the last part of what you just did-'but it was wonderful. Actually, I like having my bottom kissed-especially where you did it-makes me all sexy!” She wriggled her behind as she straightened up. “I've wanted you to kiss me there for a long time, but didn't like to ask — some women don't like doing it. I used the forfeit idea as an excuse.”
“You didn't need one, darling-here's one woman who won't object! I must remember that that's a favourite of yours.”
“Do you like it?”
“Mmm! It's a marvellous feeling!”
“Come on, then-bend over!”
“Later-Jane will be back before we get down to the water.”
“Oh, come on-it'll only take a second. I want to.”
“All right-here it is, then!” I turned and cocked my bottom at her.
“Mmmm!” She went down on her knees, arms going round my thighs, as she planted two succulent kisses on each buttocks; she pulled them open, then, and I felt her mouth and wet tongue at my anus. She went a step farther and pushed her tongue in a little way.
“Lovely, Stella-we must try that again some time.” I straightened and reach for my swim-suit.
“I have some good variations, too.” Her eyes were still on my behind.
“I'll bet you have! Now let's go and have a swim. What time is it?” I hunted round for my watch.
“Here you are-four-thirty. Why?”
“Oh, I was just wondering if there was anywhere to go around here-I want some shops, too; I thought I'd better take something back for Phil. Still, it'll do tomorrow.”
“There's a nice old village not far from here-about ten minutes in the car. It has a nice old pub, too.”
“Fine-we can pay that a visit, then.”
“Will Jane be all right?”
“Of course-she likes to read a lot and I'm sure she's brought more than enough books to keep her amused.”
“What time does she go to bed nowadays?”
“When it suits her!”
“Do I hear 'problem child' in that tone?”
“Sort of-though not quite in the way you think.”
“Serious?”
“I'm afraid it could be. Maybe I'll tell you about it when we go for a drink later on, eh?”
“Please do-if I can help in any way…”
“Thanks, Stella-you might be able to, I don't know, yet. Shall we go?”
She was just putting on the top part of her bikini- and it was eye stopping, to say the least!
“Golly, Stella — a private beach is about the only place you could wear that thing; anywhere else, you'd be had up for indecent exposure! I must say, you look very fetching, though!”
The entire ensemble only consisted of a thin strip of material stretched tight across her hips-even showing a few straggling dark hairs over the top-and another, just as thin and just as tightly stretched across her breasts, which bulged out both above and below. The colour was red, which made it even more pulchritudinous! When we left the bungalow and she raced ahead of me towards the few steps that lead down to the beach, I found myself looking at a pair of bouncing buttocks, naked except for the pants of the bikini, which had wrinkled up into something no thicker than a piece of string. If she had shown that in public she would have been raped on the spot; this, in law, would have undoubtedly created a precedent, causing the word “rape” to have another word inserted before it-“justifiable”!
Jane was drying herself as we got down, costume polled down to hex hips.
“The water's marvellous!” she called as we went on past.
I saw Stella look at Jane's swelling breasts; she turned to me, then.
“Would I be right in saying that that's the sort of problem you meant?” she asked shrewdly, touching her own breasts.
“You would, indeed. That, and several allied things. I'll tell you later.”
We were both fair swimmers and waded out until four feet no longer touched bottom. Then Stella began her capers, diving under the water and coming up between my legs. She pulled me under a couple of times and I came up spluttering. I waited until she came in close, then dived, grabbing her pants as I went, dragging them half way down her legs. She came under with me, reaching for them, but I had the advantage and as she came down, I was waiting. Pushing her on to her back, I dragged the pants the rest of the way and swam off to the surface.
“Hey. Rita!”
I looked back, laughing at her, waving her pants in the air.
“Come and get 'em!” Then I made for the beach.
“Rita!” she yelled after me. “That's not fair!”
“Well, this time you'll have to pay a forfeit!”
“All right-what is it?”
“What do you think?”
“You want your bottom kissed?”
“Right!”
“As soon as we get back-I promise. May I have my pants back now?”
“No fear-you have to kiss me first!”
I trod water and let her catch me up, holding her pants well out of reach.
“Over the costume?” she panted.
“No-there's a zip.” I turned my back to her, looking towards the beach to make sure we weren't too close for Jane to become suspicious.
My costume was backless to the waist, then there was a zipper that reached to the end of my spine. Stella got it down, then swam round me.
“What now-I can't get it low enough to kiss you there without taking the costume down.”
“I know!” Then I let myself sink in the water up to my neck. “You can get it down now-no one can see us from the beach.”
She pulled the straps down off my shoulders and peeled me like a banana, stripping the costume right below my buttocks. She dived between my legs and came up behind me, hands under my armpits cupping my breasts.
“Lovely!” she said, as she squeezed the bare globes. Then her hands began to wander.
“You're supposed to be kissing my bottom!”
She dived again; I felt her hands glide down my thighs, then her mouth was at my behind, kissing. She came up for air.
“Take a deep breath and let yourself go forward- so you're floating just under the water.”
I breathed in and sank front first; Stella took hold of my legs and opened them, floated between them. Her hands opened my rear and once again I felt her mouth and tongue between my buttocks. We came up, then, gasping for air. I handed her her bikini pants back and pulled my costume up again.
“Shall we go in, now?”
I nodded and we swam back to the beach. Jane had her towel round her.
“It's beginning to get a bit chilly-I'm going up to get dressed.”
* * *
Later that evening, we left Jane curled up with a book and chocolates and drove into the village.
I saw Rose's idea of the olde-worlde style of furniture-the village was olde-worlde and so was the pub.
We drew a few curious glances from the locals when we first went in, but found a table tucked away in a corner and they soon forgot about us. We drank sherry and after a few plans for the following day, Stella brought up the subject of Jane.
“Now what has our Jane been up to? Hasn't got herself involved with a boy, has she?”
“No-that was what we were afraid of at first; I'm pretty certain she doesn't have much to do with them, now, though, since I had a talk with her-she's quite a truthful girl and I don't think she was lying when she said she wasn't interested-called them filthy little beasts, if I remember rightly. This all started a few mornings ago. You see, she likes to dive into my bed when she's home, for a cuddle, after her father has left for the office. I think it was the day we went up to town that I first noticed something different about our usual cuddles.”
I told her about the first long kiss and how she had been more interested in my titties.
“Then, yesterday morning, Phil woke up with a colossal erection, which I had to cope with in the usual way. It was one of those desperate 'needy' ones, which I always have to take kneeling; it was, of course, rather messy, and I was oozing all over the place afterwards.
“Phil went to work and I dozed off again-until Jane came running in for her cuddle! I didn't have time to do anything about covering up evidence; she was in bed with me before I even had time to think.
“It was all very embarrassing; she climbed over me and plonked her bottom down-slap on top of a great patch of our slippery goo! The only thing I could think of by way of explanation on the spur of the moment was that Phil had given me a raw egg to settle my stomach, and that I'd separated the white and spilt it in the bed.”
“Not bad for the spur of the moment,” commented Stella. “What did she say about that? Did she know what it was, do you think?”
“That's what I'm not sure of; when we eventually got up, she showed me another smear of it on her hip and then pointed between my thighs, where it was still running down and said I should wash well. Then, this morning, she went over to the bed, pulled back the clothes and inspected the sheet; when I asked her what she was up to, she said she wondered if I'd had another upset stomach and spilt any more egg, because she thought the other egg had been off-she said it had smelt very strong when she cleaned it from her hip. And she seemed to make such a point of the whole thing-I wondered if she was having me on a piece of string.”
“What did you say to that?”
“Nothing-I went downstairs with a very red face, though!”
“I shouldn't worry too much about it, Rita; if she knows what it is-so what? She'll know some time soon, anyway-and I'm quite sure she must know she wasn't born under a gooseberry bush! All you need to do is clean up the evidence when she's at home to avoid any more embarrassing situations.
“I'm afraid that isn't the worst of it, Stella.”
“Don't tell me she's been watching you do it!”
“No-at least, I don't think so. In fact, to my mind, it could be even worse than that-much worse.”
“She hasn't got designs of her father, or something like that, has she?”
“You're getting very near the mark.”
Stella looked down at her glass, swirled the contents round.
“Oh dear,” she said quietly, still looking into her glass. “I know what you're talking about now-we're going back to the long kiss and the interest in your titties-the designs are on you, eh? And this has all started happening in the last few days?”
“Yes-but that isn't all, I'm afraid.”
“Oh? OK-give me all the sordid details!”
“Well, the first time I told you about, except that I began to feel a slight reaction myself.
“That's only a natural one-I shouldn't worry about that.”
“I stopped it right there, anyway, and made her get up. But the second time-when she found 'egg' on the sheet-it went much farther. I made the mistake of letting her touch my nipples-she took them in her fingers; of course, they started to wake up and she noticed it. I told her I'd worn a tight bra the previous day, making them a little sore-that, too, was a mistake. Before I could stop her, she was kissing them better-making them worse! Finally, she began sucking on one of them, with the inevitable result; her tongue kept touching it and she squeezed the other one in her fingers. I was lost, Stella, completely and utterly lost. I held her so tightly as she lay on top of me, that nipple of mine getting bigger and bigger in her mouth. She had her arms round me, pressing herself so close, and I actually felt her nipples stiffening!
“Then, just for a moment, things got really out of hand; she straightened herself and lay at full length on me, never once letting go of that nipple; I felt her little patch of hair on my thighs. I forgot she was my daughter, then; I opened my legs and let her sink between them.” I stopped and put my hands to my face.
“Go on, darling,” said Stella softly. “Talk it out of your system.”
“Her little fanny touched mine and then we both went a little way out of this world; she began to lift herself up and down on me, rubbing our two sexes together and I, her own mother, responded.”
“Oh, Rita! Did you-er-have…?”
“An orgasm? No-I suddenly came to my senses and stopped the proceedings.”
“I hope you didn't get all harsh with her.”
“Gosh, no-I couldn't! We were both nearly in tears-with emotion, I mean. I was as nice to her as I knew how.”
“What did she say afterwards?”
“Oh, she said how wonderful it had fell and wanted to know why it was so different from our usual cuddles and why she had enjoyed sucking on my nipple so much — I told her it went back to when she was a baby and I fed her there. She said she had felt that something wonderful was about to happen to her until I had made her get up. She had seemed very innocent about it all — I wondered, though, if she noticed her own breasts; the nipples were quite erect. I don't know what condition her poor little slit was in; I'm ashamed to say that mine had added considerably to what was already there from my bout with Phil.”
“Well, all her sex instincts are working, anyway.”
“Yes-but roused by her mother?”
“It sounds quite innocent on her part-and you did call a halt. I don't think she actually realises they are sex instincts as such.”
“I'd be inclined to agree, but for the fact that her remarks about the 'egg' seemed to be so pointed-even going out of her way to examine the sheet this morning.”
“You might be only imagining — don't forget it's been preying on your mind. I would have suggested that I have a talk with her, but I think that might only serve to focus it more in her mind. She's growing into womanhood, Rita, with all the feelings and desires women are blessed with-or cursed with, according to the way you look at it. Has she started her periods, yet?”
“Oh, yes-last year.”
“No boy-friend?”
“I'm pretty sure not.”
“I don't think you need to worry about her.”
“Well what about me? Stella, don't you understand- I desired her! Yesterday morning in bed, I actually wanted her sexually-my own daughter!”
“You didn't go through with it, though.”
“I don't know where I found the strength of character not to! Where is it going to end?”
“Well, as I see it, she did and felt certain things she found pleasurable, without knowing why, and your woman's body responded; you knew why and called a halt.”
“You're probably right, Stella. Let's have another drink.” I fetched two more sherries back to the table. “What do you think I should do?”
“Nothing. She goes back to school next week and by the time the next holidays come round, the problem will have solved itself. With the awakening of sex, she will either have started looking at boys with more interest, or she will at least have realised that what she did with you in bed is taboo. I shouldn't worry any more about it.”
“I'll try not to. At least you're right about one thing- I won't have the problem actually in my lap while she's at school.”
“So forget it for the moment and see what she's like when she comes home the next time-just be careful with the 'cuddles' between now and when she goes back!”
We had another drink and then drove back to the bungalow. Jane had gone to her room and when I looked in on her, found she had gone to sleep with the light on and a book beside her head on the pillow. I switched off the light and tip-toed out.
“She's asleep.”
“Great-we ought to be in bed, too.”
“You surely don't mean asleep, darling,” I said coquettishly.
“I do-after a few formalities! I've always wanted to sleep with you and find you there when I woke in the morning.”
“Well, let's go, then!”
We went into “our” bedroom and first of all took the precaution of drawing the curtains and turning the key in the lock. We turned to each other, then kissed, and suddenly she was all over me.
“Oh, darling,” she was moaning, kissing my face and neck. “I want you so badly.”
“Darling,” I murmured, pressing close.
With a visible effort, she drew back.
“Come on, my sweet — we've got far too many clothes on for what we want to do.”
Slowly and deliberately, we stripped in front of each other; each article of clothing discarded was an offering. Bras came off and our breasts reared, already stiff-nippled, into view, so close, they were almost touching. Panties dropped to the floor, then I was in her arms again; mine went round her neck while her hands slid down my back to clasp my buttocks, pulling me in to her.
“I want you, darling,” she breathed on my mouth.
“Take me, then,” I whispered back, rotating my pelvis against hers.
She led me over to the bed, gently pushed me face downward on it, my hips on the edge, feet on the floor.
“So you like having your bottom kissed, too!”
She knelt behind me, pulled my legs apart and shuffled in between them. Her hands opened up my buttocks; there was a silence and I knew she was gazing at my anus. I felt her warm breath on it as she whispered: “This time we'll do it properly.”
Then her face was pressed between the cheeks, her mouth actually sucking, tongue occasionally flicking across the hole. Abandoning the anus for a while, she covered every square inch of my bottom with kisses, open-mouth, passionate caresses that became more and more abandoned.
My buttocks were pressed apart again and my sphincter muscles automatically contracted against the stiffened tongue-tip that poked at it. The tongue persisted, withdrew, came back again, wet, this time; muscles relaxed just a little and the tongue pressed on, harder, as she got as much as she could into me. It wiggled about, pushed in and out; I found the sensation wholly pleasant and much kinder than the hard, thrusting finger of Phil. I relaxed my bottom and opened my legs wider, resting my head on my arms as she lapped at my anus.
Then, her face still pressed between my bottom-cheeks, I felt her fingers searching below. My vulva was stroked, a finger-tip pressed up into my vagina and began to finger-fuck me. I lifted my hips off the bed, letting her get a finger to my clitoris. She began to stroke it and I knew that if she kept that up for a couple of minutes while still licking and kissing my behind, I should be in the middle of one hell of an orgasm. I didn't want to spend just yet; I wanted to make love for a while before entering the actual stage of orgasm. I knew I could spend several times before we called it a day-or, rather, night-but I liked to prolong the pleasure as long as possible-it always made the eventual orgasm that much more intense.
I twisted and pushed her face away, bringing my legs up on to the bed and kneeling to face her. She looked up at me, surprised.
“What's the matter, darling-didn't you like it?”
“Far too much, dear! I'll want some more later. You nearly made me come, just then and I want to make love to you before.”
“But surely you can have more than one orgasm in a night?”
“Oh, lots! If I hold it off and make love to you, though, I'll feel even more erotic and that makes it much more intense when it finally happens. That's just for the first one-after that, you can make me spend as often as you want to. Now come up here and lie on your tummy-I want to love your bottom for a while.”
She needed no coaxing! She climbed on to the bed and lay at full length, face down, legs thrown wide.
I straddled her, letting my cunny press against her back, knowing it would add to her excitement. I bent and went to work on her behind, then.
I found the cheeks wonderfully soft and relaxed as I spread them to expose her small, pleated anus. It felt velvety and warm against my lips; I wet my tongue and pushed it into her, feeling a damp, more intense heat in her rectum. I had my arms round her hips, hands beneath her, feeling for and finding a turgid clitoris. I stroked it, my face still close-pressed between the cheeks of her bottom, breathing in the erotic odour of her body. I stretched myself out on her back, a leg on either side of her shoulders. She turned her head to kiss one of my thighs and I could hear her little murmurs of passion as I stroked and licked at her.
“Darling.” I lifted my head at her whisper. “If you want to make me spend now, go ahead; otherwise, you'd better stop, because it'll happen any second if you keep doing that.” Her voice was shaky and thick.
I wanted her at her full powers and feeling as erotic as I did for a while, so I stopped at once and got off her back.
“Gosh! That was marvellous, Rita-I can tell you like kissing there as well as being kissed. What would you like now, eh, darling?”
I rolled on to my back and let her climb on top of me, opening my legs to let her sink her hips between them, as I had with Jane. I thought of my daughter as our sexes touched and felt a pang of shame as the thought seemed to add to my passion. Stella lifted herself, taking her weight on hands and knees.
“Darling-if you reach down between us to our sexy little cunts and expose our clitties, they'll be able to touch — they're both large enough. It's a fabulous sensation.”
I did as she said, pressing her sex-lips apart until I could see the red, wet tip of her clitoris peeping down below the hair. I did the same with my own and then she lowered herself carefully on to me again until the two hypersensitive pieces of flesh touched. She was right-it was a fabulous sensation! We both had to suppress loud squeals as they slipped and slid wetly together; the feeling was almost indescribable as I felt that warm, wet, rubbery clitoris on mine; little thrills shot through me like a minor orgasm.
Her arms went right round me and I reached up to twine my arms about her neck as our mouths met. She began to rotate her hips in a small, tight circle and I imitated the movement, locking my legs over her thighs.
That clitoris of hers was sheer murder as it worked on mine and mine must have felt the same for her. Our juices flower and mingled and we were both so far gone, we would have kept on even if the roof had fallen in on us.
“Oh, darling; oh, darling,” she kept moaning against my lips. I think I just kept moaning. Suddenly, she stopped with a gasp. “Darling,” she panted, looking into my eyes. “I–I'm almost there-do you want to come this way?”
“'Oh, please, sweetheart,” I pleaded, hugging her to me. “Don't stop now-go on. We'll spend together. Ooh, darling, I love you!”
Her hips jabbed down hard, this time and I sucked in my breath with the almost unbearably keen sensation. We jerked our loins at each other, not breaking contact for a second.
“Open your mouth, darling,” she breathed.
I opened it wide; her tongue did in and I felt her saliva drip from it to the back of my tongue. That finished me!
Ecstasy flared in my cunt and gripped my body in wracking spasms. I moaned, twitching uncontrollably, sucking on her tongue. Then she was moaning and wriggling on top of me; I felt warm wetness dribble from her cunt on to mine and run down the furrow to my spending vagina, giving a sort of extra kick to my orgasm.
Then she slumped on my exhausted body and we lay panting like a couple of long-distance runners at the end of the course.
“Well-what did you think of that?”
“Stella! It was out of this world! And then, still in the middle of spending, I felt your come run down on to my…”I hesitated at the word.
“Cunt? You are funny, Rita,” she laughed. “You love doing what we did and you're as sexy as I am: we're lying here naked together and we're going to make love again in a minute. Our cunts are the centre of the whole operation and yet you always shy from saying the actual word-except once or twice, when you were really gone!”
“I know-I always have been funny like that. Phil always knows when I'm in 'prime condition'-it's the only time I use the word.”
“But why? I don't mean one should make a habit of using bad language, but in situations like this, it seems natural to me that one uses the appropriate terms. A prick is a prick, a cunt is a cunt and fucking is, after all, fucking. In our case, it's two cunts, of course. Now, while we're together, alone like this-why don't you want to use the word?”
“I don't know-some sort of deep-rooted inhibition, I suppose. All right, from now on, when the two of us are like we are now, I'll call a…a cunt a cunt! There- how's that?”
“Great! Let's have a drink on it before we get down to business again!”
Stella put on a filmy negligee and crept out into the other room for a bottle and glasses. I just lay back, still naked, waiting for her.
We had a drink and the fiery scotch roused us from the temporary lethargy. As a lay bare, she sat on the side of the bed and began to fondle me. I looked up at her; she looked very sexy in that negligee, which barely reached her knees and showed the outlines of her body, the nipples of her breasts and her pubic hair showing up dark beneath the pastel pink material.
I reached out and slid a hand under the hem, stroked up along one smooth thigh to her hip; dipped down across her groin and ran my fingers through the rich pelt below her stomach. She let her thighs splay open and then I was dipping a probing finger into her slit, finding her clitoris and teasing it into wakefulness. She stood up and slipped off the negligee, knelt beside me and I looked up along the shapely body, the up-curving roundness of her jutting breasts, nipples again poking out redly. The bulge of her mount was only a few inches above my face and I raised myself to kiss it. She smiled down at me and stroked my hair, un-coifed and nearly reaching to my shoulders.
“You have lovely hair, Rita.”
“So have you, darling,” and I stuck my nose into the crisp triangle.
She stretched out beside me, hands under her head. I moved close, stroked her, planted a kiss in her armpit. She let me fondle her, but continued to lie on her back, looking at the ceiling.
“You know, Rita, I sometimes feel terribly guilty about you.”
“About me? Why?”
“I seduced you and it was very wrong of me. I'm single and have no ties, but you're a married woman with a daughter.”
“Am I complaining?”
“No- but you didn't want to to start with; I could feel it the way you stood when I got you from behind and held on to your titties. I should have stopped then, but I didn't; I wanted you and didn't stop to think about the trouble it could cause you. You realise you probably wouldn't have had this worry about Jane, either? You would have scotched anything like that before I ever got started. I'm afraid I have a lot to answer for.”
“What is this? A self-recrimination hour? Stella, if the inclination hadn't been in me all the time, I shouldn't have gone through with it.”
“And if I had stopped to think and not been so selfish, you would never have discovered you'd had the inclination in the first place.”
“And think what I would have been missing! Now don't start spoiling things…” I allowed my voice to trail off as I leaned over her, seeking her lips.
“Or is this another form of brush-off?”
“Brush-off? Oh, darling-I love you!” She gave me one of her special bear-hugs, squashing our breasts together and once more we were locked in our amorous combat.
We rolled, fondled and wrestled about until the bed creaked; she finally pinned me down on my tummy and straddled my bottom, rubbing her wet sex on one of the cheeks.
“Oh, darling, that's lovely!” she panted, rubbing harder. “All soft and warm and bouncy!”
“Could you spend like that?”
“I think so-if I got my clitty poking well out.”
“Go on, then. Lift up a minute first.” I pulled a pillow under my hips, raising my behind. “There-enjoy yourself!” I knew she loved my bottom.
“Thank you, darling-I'll take care of you afterwards.”
She lowered herself on to my bottom again and this time I could actually feel her stiff little clitoris, all slithery on my bottom-cheek.
Her hands lightly holding my hips, she rode me, her warm cunt sliding smoothly to and fro on my up-thrust bottom. I lifted it a little more, tightening the muscles to give her a more resistant surface to work on as she began to move faster.
I heard a little gasp as she pressed her sex hard down on my rear, pulling up on my hips; I felt the extra warmth on my flesh as she came. A little later, she was lying on my back and I could feel her breasts, the nipples soft, now, with the release of her erotic tension. I let her rest for a while, then looked over my shoulder.
“Nice?”
“Heaven!” She slid from my back and laid beside me. “Give me a minute's rest and I'll reward you, darling.”
“Well, while you're resting, I'll pay a visit to the toilet — I want to pee rather badly!”
Grabbing my negligee, I went out to the toilet and had my pee. On the way back, I looked in on Jane. I switched on the bedside lamp and saw the covers had slipped down to her waist. I gazed fondly at her, he-heavy blonde hair a halo under her head, small, sweet breasts all bare. I just couldn't resist pressing a gentle kiss to each one before pulling the covers up and switching off the light.
“Feel better?”
“Much!” I threw off the negligee and climbed on to the bed. She sat up.
“How would you like it this time, my love-hectic or gentle?”
“Mmmm-gentle, nice and gentle; I feel all loving at the moment. I don't mind how you do it, so long as I can hold you at the same time.”
We lay facing each other and I slipped my arms round her.
“Ooh, darling,” she whispered. “Those nipples of yours-they're almost burning holes in my titties!”
I lifted up one leg to let her get a hand in between my thighs, then pressed my mouth to hers, finding it open and waiting to receive my questing tongue.
Those long, slim fingers began to stroke me, one constantly in contact with my clitoris, slowly and very gently, coaxing me to a climax. I cuddled her close as she masturbated me, stroking her back and bottom, kissing and licking at her mouth, which she held open for me the whole time.
I felt between her buttocks, finding her anus with a finger-tip; she pushed herself back against my hand.
“Push your finger in if you want to,” she whispered.
As gently as I could, I pressed inwards until my finger slipped into her and was clasped tightly in the warm, narrow passage. Her tongue slid into my mouth and I sucked the sweet saliva from it.
By now, the familiar butterflies had begun to dance in my belly and all the time that finger kept up the gentle frigging of my clitoris.
“You like my saliva, don't you, sweetheart?”
I nodded without speaking, my mouth hungering for hers. I felt her tongue slide between my lips again, hollowed this time, and bearing her gathered spittle; it was like nectar to me and I emptied it from the shallow channel.
My climax took me, then, the weakening pleasure tingling through my body. I held her close with one arm and heard her groan as I thrust my finger deeply into her bottom.
“Sorry about your poor bottom, darling,” I said later. “I got carried away.”
“I know! Not to worry, though-all's fair in love and war; I always think sex is half of both.”
“You know you said you wanted to fulfil an ambition?”
“Did I? What was it?”
“You said you've always wanted to sleep with me.”
“I still do-why?”
“Well how about now?!”
“Right! Under the covers, then.”
“I think we'd better slip our nighties on- my daughter has an awkward habit of diving in in the mornings.”