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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I first met Lynn as the older sister of a school friend of mine, and she and I became really close for a long time until Bill stopped me seeing her. The problem, as Bill saw it, was that Lynn is several years older than I am and openly bi-sexual, though she had always respected my heterosexuality and had never ever made a pass at me.
But now Bill was history and Simon didn't mind me having friends, so I had rung her in an attempt to renew our friendship. I was lucky; she forgave me for abandoning her and arranged to come up for coffee one afternoon.
Now she was sitting opposite me in the lounge drinking coffee and was behaving as if nothing had ever happened. In fact, quite a lot had happened in the three years since we had last met. For one thing, she was now married to Sean, and was the mother of a baby son. For another, she had grown her hair, discarded her butch fashions, and looked very feminine and attractive, dressed in a loose summer skirt and white blouse. Now she looked every inch the young mum, with long blonde hair and a very trim figure. I had hardly recognised her when she had knocked on the door, I remembered her with her hair cropped short and dyed black, and wearing dungarees with Doc Martins.
I had always found it easy to talk openly with Lynn, and I found myself telling her all about my new-found sexual freedom, and how confused I was with it.
"I just don't understand it." I told her. "Last week I wanted Simon to spank me, and really hurt me, and I was disappointed when he didn't. But he's promised me a spanking on our next weekend off though, and I'm really looking forward to it, I absolutely can't wait. It sounds weird doesn't it?"
I looked carefully into her eyes, but there was no mockery or patronage in her face, so I went on.
"And I want him to call me names, horrible names, insulting, degrading names that would normally disgust me. He's done that already, well a little bit anyway, and instead of pissing me off, it turned me on. The worse the names got, the hornier I felt. I let him wank over me as well, and it was really good to feel his cum landing on me."
I paused at this point, and then thought that having come so far... "Do you know what else, well of course you don't, how could you if you weren't there..." I knew I was waffling so I got to the point. "I've actually told him that he can pee on me if he wants to."
"Wow, Becky, you have grown up since we last met, haven't you?" Lynn was grinning, but in an understanding way. "You'll enjoy it."
That shocked me, especially the matter of fact way she said it. But I tried to cover my surprise. "You don't think I'm being too kinky then?"
"One person's kinky is another's normal, so that label doesn't matter. You've just discovered your natural tendencies, that's all. It sounds to me like you're a natural submissive, so if Simon's naturally dominant you'll get along fine."
"Huh!" I said, snorting with derision. "If he thinks I'm going to start calling him 'Master' he can go fuck himself. One thing I'm not is submissive, even if he might be dominant."
I think I knew that I was kidding myself; I just didn't want to admit it.
"Then can I ask you something?" Her question sounded serious so I nodded and looked at her expectantly.
"Do you find that it really turns you on to contemplate doing things that you wouldn't do normally, but that Simon would like you to do?"
"Yes, but..." She waved me to silence.
"And do you want him to 'make' you do things, even things that you find abhorrent, and to punish you if you don't?
"Yes, but..." The imperious hand came up again to stop me.
"And do you feel, even subconsciously, that if he tells you to do something, it's fine to do it, because then he's responsible for your actions and not you?"
"Yes..." My agreement was very hesitant, but she ignored me and carried on.
"Then you, my darling, do have submissive tendencies, so go ahead and enjoy them. My tendencies usually go the other way and I enjoy being dominant over Sean, although at times we switch."
"I didn't know that." I was surprised that Lynn liked to be dominant.
"But then how can his 'permission' change my enjoyment? Surely I either like something or I don't?"
She looked at me. "I'll give you an example. You know I like women, and if I asked you to kiss me, properly, with tongues, you'd tell me to take a runner, wouldn't you?"
I didn't answer; I wanted to see where this was going, so she went on anyway.
"But if Simon told you to, you'd do it and you'd probably enjoy it, because Simon took responsibility and then kissing me wouldn't mean you were gay, is that not true?"
It was true and I could see her logic, but I still didn't answer, I was too busy remembering kissing that woman in my dream, and how nice that had been. I made an impulsive decision.
"Lynn? Will you help me with something?"
"Of course, if I can." She looked confused by the sudden change of direction.
"Simon wants to see me have sex with another man, and with a woman - and I want him to." Lynn looked astounded. "Don't look at me like that, you're making what I want to ask more difficult. Anyway, I want to watch him having sex as well, so it's only fair. I'm sorry but that's what we want. Now, another man shouldn't be hard to find, but finding a woman might be a bit more difficult, and I just wondered..." I was beginning to falter, but I managed a deep breath and continued. "Would you have sex with me while Simon watches?"
There was total silence in that kitchen for about two endless minutes while emotions, confusions, indecisions, and surprises, chased each other over Lynn's face. But finally she managed to close her mouth and get in control again.
"Stand up and kiss me."
Now I looked confused. "What?"
"If you can't do that, you wouldn't enjoy sex with me and so I won't do it."
I stood up and went towards her, and she stood to greet me. It's a romantic novel cliché to say we melted into each others arms, but we did. It was as if our bodies wanted to meet, each wanting to accommodate the other so that we fitted together perfectly in a tight embrace.
Even so, the kiss was a bit tentative at first from both sides, our lips just softly brushing together. But then we gained in confidence, knowing that there was no real reluctance from either one, and we came together fully, lips and tongues meeting passionately. We clung together like that for several minutes, exploring each other's mouths and luxuriating in the feel of two bodies pressed close. The fact that nothing, except a kiss or two, was going to happen, made all my misgiving about being in the arms of a woman disappear. This was a try out, I told myself, for when Simon sees us, so, in a way, I have his permission to do this much, and he'll be over the moon if we can keep this enthusiasm going when he's there.
"Wow!" Lynn exclaimed during a lull in our kissing. "That was definitely worth waiting for. I've wanted to kiss you for years."
I must admit I was surprised at that too, because she had never showed the slightest interest in me sexually, but in a strange way I was quite pleased. And, when I put Lynn's gender from my mind, I was enjoying it too.
"Does that mean you will do it?"
"If it gets me into your knickers, you bet I will, especially if you can carry on kissing that good."
"And will you mind Simon watching?"
"No, not a bit, I quite like an audience sometimes."
"Then we'd better do it again, just to prove to you that I can keep kissing a woman like that." I moved forward happily and our mouths merged together again.
All the time we were kissing our hands were caressing each others backs, but I suddenly became aware that one of Lynn's hands had worked its way under my top and was stroking my bare skin. Not only that, but it was resting on the side of my body and getting dangerously close to my breasts. The realization brought me up with a jolt, and just for a moment I stopped kissing her and drew back. Then I smiled and kissed her again, not caring what she was up to.
Lynn took this as tacit permission to continue, which I suppose it was, and openly pulled my top up above my bra, and I felt both of her lovely cool soft hands roaming around the skin of my back and belly. I moaned a little, I couldn't help it, it felt so nice.
Moments later she had unhooked my bra and pushed it out of the way, her hands cupping and moulding my naked breasts. We stopped kissing and stood slightly away from each other to give room, with my hands on her shoulders and hers on my breasts. She looked at me and smiled, cocking her head slightly to one side in an unspoken question. I closed my eyes for a moment to soak in the sensations of her fingers playing with my nipples and smiled back, and when I opened them again she was gazing very tenderly at me. I melted at that moment and then I knew that I actively wanted her to make love to me and I wanted Simon to see it happen.
Now my hands slid from her shoulders and began unbuttoning the front of her blouse, pulling it out from her skirt so that I could pull it away from her breasts. She was wearing a tiny quarter cup white bra that only just covered her nipples and, as I pushed her blouse from her shoulders, Lynn reached back and unclipped it, allowing it to fall to the floor with her blouse and leaving her naked to the waist. Moments later my top and bra had joined Lynn's things on the floor and we stood gazing at each other.
Lynn's breasts are small and tipped with little pink nipples and pale aureole. They're very different to mine. Mine verge on being 'heavy' and have quite large dark nipples. I wondered momentarily if she liked her nipples pulling, but I dismissed the thought and wondered instead if I'd enjoy kissing them.
I think, maybe, given a little longer, I might have persuaded myself to try, but Lynn's arms went around me again and we went back into a clinch. Holding Lynn was lovely, but so very different from embracing a man. For one thing I was immediately conscious of soft breasts with hard little nipples pressed against my own breasts, and she was so much smaller, softer and smoother. The contrast was rather nice; for all that I'm straight.
Lynn's hands were still wandering up and down my back, and mine were doing the same to her, both really just luxuriating in the feel of smooth soft skin. But then Lynn ran her hands down onto my bottom to cup my cheeks and pull our bodies tight together, something comparatively easy for her to do being so much shorter than me. I didn't mind her touch, after all her hands were on the outside of my slacks and, in any case, the sensation of her hands on my bottom was very pleasant. Once again we began to kiss deeply and any misgivings I might have had vanished as her tongue entered my mouth.
My hands were still holding resting on her bare back, but Lynn's now began to wander once more, with one returning to caress my back while the other roamed around my bottom touching first one cheek and then the other. I murmured my pleasure into her mouth, especially when it pushed lightly into my crack.
I didn't notice at the time, but I was being expertly seduced. With her hard little nipples brushing mine, her soft breasts cushioned against me and her hands roving around my body, I'll readily admit that I was getting very turned on. Eventually she shifted her weight to put a little space between us and brought her hand from my back to gently squeeze my breast and even then I just let her continue. It wasn't until her other hand wandered from my bottom around to my front and started to cup my pussy through my slacks that I came to my senses.
"No, Lynn, no!" I pulled away from her and covered my breasts with my arms.
"But, I thought you liked it." She looked bewildered by my sudden change.
"I do, I do, and it feels so nice. But we can't."
"Why not? You asked me if I'd make love to you."
"Yes, I know. But I meant when Simon was here. I promised him, in fact we promised each other, that we'd do nothing that might be called cheating without the other person knowing first."
"Oh, I see. I thought you'd gone all straight on me again." She was making light of it, but her frustration showed.
"I am straight, but I know I'd enjoy being with you, and I want to do it, but only after Simon gets home."
"You mean today?"
I hadn't thought things through, but yes, why not? I was turned on enough, and I couldn't see Simon complaining too loudly about it. In any case, the idea of having lesbian sex with a friend was a lot more appealing then with a total stranger, and this might be my best opportunity
"Yes, if you can stay and eat with us, Simon should be home in about forty-five minutes, then we can make an evening of it, if you'd like?"
"I'd like very much. But I'll have to give Sean a ring otherwise he'll wonder where I am."
"What will you tell him?"
"I'll tell him I'm having dinner with an old friend and to expect me when I get there."
"You won't tell him..." My nerve faltered and my words ran out.
"Not till I get home, then I will." She looked at me. "That's our anti-cheating arrangement? We always tell each other everything, and every detail, is that ok?"
I agreed it was, getting an unexpected kick from the knowledge that a stranger would hear all about it. Then we got dressed again and Lynn helped me prepare the food. It's the first time anyone has ever helped me cook for Simon, and I'm not sure I liked it.
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I introduced Lynn to Simon as an old friend that I'd lost touch with, which was true enough, but I didn't tell him anything else. That was partly because I wanted to surprise him, and partly because I didn't think we'd get to eat if I did, but mainly because I didn't have a clue how to broach the subject. As we ate I went over the various possibilities in my mind and every time I kept coming to the conclusion that there weren't any, except to tell him straight out, and I didn't have the nerve for that.
As for playing with Lynn in front of Simon, well, I was pulled in all sorts of directions about that. I'd cooled off after the stimulation of this afternoon's kisses, and I wasn't absolutely sure I could go through with it. After all, it would mean much more intimate contact with Lynn than anything we'd done, and although I liked Lynn and thought her extremely good looking, I wasn't attracted to her sexually. What I was attracted to was the buzz of performing for Simon, knowing how much he wanted me to do it. I knew I'd get a special thrill from indulging in taboo lesbian sex in front of him. This afternoon I'd been turned on by the novelty of feeling a woman's touch and the knowledge that I was learning things for Simon to enjoy.
Afterwards we sat having coffee in the lounge, but there was very little conversation. Lynn kept glancing anxiously at me and I kept looking at the floor. Simon sat looking first at me, then at Lynn, with a quizzical look on his face.
"Alright, which one of you would like to explain? All through dinner I've been getting the distinct impression of a conspiracy here, and now we've eaten you're both looking as nervous as kittens."
It was my house, my partner, and my idea, so it was obviously my place to try and pluck up the courage to give an explanation, but I still didn't know how to start.
I opened my mouth to speak, then closed it again, lost for words. Then I opened it again and this time, after a very long pause and a deep breath I managed to begin.
"I think Lynn's nervous 'cos I'm nervous, and I'm nervous because I'm about to find out if you really meant what you said you meant. Because if you didn't mean it, and I've read things wrongly, then I'm going to be in a lot of trouble."
Lynn nodded sagely, and I went on.
"You said you wanted us, me and you that is, to broaden our horizons, to do more things with our sex lives. Is that still true?"
"Yes." Simon's answer sounded more like a question and he looked thoroughly confused.
"And we both agreed we wanted to have sex with other people while we watched each other. Is that still true?"
"Yes, go on." I think he was beginning to see where this was heading and that made telling him easier.
"Lynn and I are going to do it in front of you." It came out in a rush and, while it wasn't said in the most elegant way, once it was out things seemed easier.
"Jesus!" That was his initial comment, but he followed on by asking. "When did you arrange all this, and what do you want me to do?"
"Well, nothing! Just watch." It seemed a silly question to me, but then I wasn't thinking it through.
"I think he means, should he stay dressed and can he wank? That sort of thing." Lynn was making more sense of it.
"Oh, right. No, you shouldn't stay dressed, and yes you can wank if you want, in fact it would be nice if you did, but you mustn't try to join in with us. Is that alright with you, Lynn?"
"Fine by me. Shall we get started?" She was clearly up for it.
It was a very nervous trio who made their way to the bedroom and then stood around wondering who was going to make the first move. In the end it was Simon who began to unbutton his shirt.
"Right, I need a quick shower, so while I do that, do you ladies want to sort yourselves out?"
I could have kissed him for giving Lynn and I the space to set the ball rolling. I was getting turned on again by the thrill of being able to show off to Simon, but I was still very nervous and still very, very tentative about what I was about to do. I knew that once we started there was no backing out, but then I realised that I'd already gone too far to change my mind. I was just going to have to do it and make the best of it.
"Ready?" I was brought back to reality by Lynn's question.
"Yes." I smiled with a certainty I wasn't sure I felt and pulled my top over my head.
I undid my slacks with trembling fingers, my heart beating like a trip hammer and my breath coming in short little gasps. I was feeling horny, scared, excited, worried, and happy all at once. I pushed my slacks down and sat on the bed to pull them over my feet, looking up to watch Lynn undress as I did so. She showed none of my nerves, shrugging herself out of her blouse and bra together and looking at me with that same tender smile she had melted me with before.
It helped, but it didn't take away all my anxiety. After all, this afternoon I had expected it was just going to be a simple kiss, even though it became rather more in the end, but now I knew we were going the whole way and without the gradual seduction she had treated me to earlier.
I reached behind my back to release the catch of my bra, sliding it down my arms as Lynn's skirt whispered over her hips to the floor. We were both now dressed only in our knickers, which in Lynn's case were the briefest of white bikini briefs and looked stunning on her petite frame. She did look beautiful, with her long slender legs and little perky breasts she was everything a man might desire, but I'm not a man and I was still finding what I was about to do hard to handle.
"Come here, sweetheart." She held out her hands to me, and I obediently rose from the bed and went into her arms.
The kiss was a gentle meeting of mouths. Yes, our lips parted and her tongue entered my mouth, but it was so tender, so understanding and so warm that a lot of my fears disappeared and some of the excitement and pleasure of the afternoon returned. The second kiss was much more passionate and came equally from both of us. She hugged me for a few more moments then held me at arms length.
"You can stop shivering now, everything will be ok, just wait and see." She smiled that smile again.
"Are you ready to make that last step?" She asked me with her thumbs tucked under the waistband of her briefs.
Yes, I'm ready." We both slid our knickers off together, tossing them to one side and gazing at each other's bodies. Lynn's body was completely naked, for she had shaved her pubes, something I had often contemplated doing but was yet to try. Strangely, I felt absolutely no shyness at all in being naked in front of Lynn, getting actual pleasure from her eyes wandering over me. She had led me so far down my own choice of road, and now I was going to do my best to enjoy reaching my destination.
Once more taking the lead, she reached out to me and drew me to her, enfolding me in her arms and just holding me close. Fear and pleasure were mixed for me, I wanted it, but I feared it. So there we stayed, body against body, skin on skin, until I had adjusted to my feelings and tilted my head to kiss her of my own accord. This kiss had definite sexual overtones from both of us, our tongues explored each others mouths, each fencing with the other, darting in and retreating, licking and tasting, drawing little pleasure noises from both of us.
That first passionate, meaningful kiss lasted until we both ran out of breath, and during that kiss we held each other as tight together as we could, our nipples hard against each others breasts, our bellies and legs touching, pleasantly conscious of our nakedness. When we broke for breath we relaxed a little and, instead of our hands just clutching us together, they began to roam, caressing each other's body and taking pleasure from the feel of soft smooth feminine skin.
We kissed again, but more softly, more gently and far, far more intensely. Even though I was still a bag of nerves I could feel my arousal deepen, my nipples began to harden and my pussy came alive. I knew that Simon would love the display we were about to put on, we just had to be started when he finished showering or we'd never do it. So it was my turn to take command now and I manoeuvred us around until the back of my knees came up against the bottom of the bed, and then I simply fell backwards, landing on the bed and pulling Lynn down with me.
"That's one way of telling me." She giggled, as we shuffled ourselves further onto the bed and sorted ourselves to lie side by side with Lynn on my right.
"I like to make things clear." I replied, smiling back. But it was only bravado that had propelled my action.
We came together again, confirming that we were to become lovers by the act of kissing naked on a bed. Then we paused and rested on our sides, one bent arm supporting our heads while we looked at each other silently. Lynn's free hand came out and stroked my cheek, trailing her fingertips over my lips and down onto my neck. Again she did it, but this time her journey included my neck and up to my ear. The sensation of her soft hand on my face sent tingles through me and brought goose bumps to my skin. I was torn between the genuine excitement I felt at her touch and the screaming in my head that kept reminding me that Lynn was a woman, a lesbian.
"I'm petrified, Lynn." I confided in her. "Make it work for me."
"I will." She looked at me with genuine fondness. "Just relax and let me do everything. You don't even have to touch me if you'd rather not."
With that she pushed me gently but firmly onto my back, leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips, her tongue staying firmly in her mouth. She is the sort of friend every woman should have.
Lynn raised herself onto one elbow, looking down at me, her free hand once again stroking my neck. I lay looking back into her eyes with one hand resting on my thigh and the other resting lightly on her back, softly stroking the area between her shoulder blades. Then, still holding my gaze as a sort of reassurance, she allowed her hand to drift gradually down until it rested on my breast.
Even though I saw it coming, as soon as her hand touched my breast I couldn't repress a quick shudder and my hand instinctively stopped moving across her back. Seeing my reaction Lynn immediately moved her hand away, resting it on my shoulder.
"No Lynn, don't stop, I want you to touch me, really."
Most of me did want to feel her touch, but there was just this hard core of reluctance in my brain. Lynn seemed uncertain if she should continue, not wanting to offend or repel me, so I raised my other hand from where it still rested on my leg and used it to put her hand back on my breast, pressing her firmly onto my flesh.
"Can you feel my nipple, Lynn?"
"Yes."
"If you can feel how hard it is you know I do want it to happen, because it wouldn't be so hard if I didn't. It's just new to me, that's all." I'm not sure which of us I was trying to convince.
She smiled, her hand resting gently on my breast, her face telling me of her need but saying she was still not sure of my consent. I wriggled a little to get myself absolutely flat on my back, placed my hands on the bed away from my body, and opened my legs a little in an unmistakable signal that I was surrendering to her attentions. "Play with me, Lynn. Just do nice things to me."
She leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips, then straightened up and watched my face closely as her hand began to move across my breasts, stroking and caressing. She moved it in a kind of figure of eight, circling each breast before skating over the top and catching the nipple with her finger as she passed. It was very erotic and quite stimulating, and my nipples became hard little bullets from their treatment.
Lynn kept up that up with just variations of pressure, speed and scope, sometimes slowly and very, very softly creeping over the mounds of my breasts, sometimes moving in wide sweeping caresses around most of my upper body and then sometimes, just sometimes, pausing at my nipples to give them a little pull or tweak.
Ten minutes of that and I was beginning to truly feel very hot and horny, my anxieties and reservations about being with a woman were rapidly receding and I was getting to be as relaxed as I had been earlier in the day. My sudden receptiveness must have got through to Lynn, probably through the little noises I'd begun making, because instead of peering anxiously at my face, she was now gazing down at my body, watching her fingers trace patterns over my breasts and seeing my nipples grow as her thumb and forefinger did their work.
After a while her hand stopped moving and settled on my left breast, and rested her arm lightly across me. She concentrated on that one breast, moulding it, kneading it stroking it, flicking and plucking my nipple, bringing little grunts and whimpers from me as my arousal grew. The sensations were electric, at times her touch was so soft I could scarcely feel her fingertips skating over my breast, then she would dig in and squeeze almost painfully, before perhaps pinching my nipple between finger and thumb. Then, when she judged that it was time to move to the next level, she bent and took my other nipple into her mouth, suckling on it, licking it, nibbling it between her lips and even nipping at it with her teeth.
Lynn was an expert lover, of that there could be no doubt, and she brought all her skills to bear on me. In asking her to be my lesbian partner I had accidentally chosen the best I could. Now she had me willing her on, wanting her to do more intimate things to me, wanting to do intimate things to her, wanting, and expecting, us both to orgasm at least once. I could no longer lie still, I had to squirm with pleasure under her attentions, to wrap one arm around her and hold her close while using the other to clamp her hand to my breast. I heard myself moaning, felt my legs open of their own accord in sweet anticipation, and felt the cool air that signalled the wetness of my pussy. I was on my way to heaven.
Eventually, when she knew I was just beginning to climb that long orgasmic slope, she transferred her mouth to my left breast, leaving her hand free now to slide slowly down my body until it cupped my mons. I felt it settle there, just above my pussy and let out a long sigh of happiness and anticipation, hearing Simon's voice echo that sigh.
Hearing that voice brought me out of the fog of lust that surrounded me and I raised my head to look, while Lynn stopped what she was doing and looked around, both of us startled by the sound. We had totally forgotten about him and were both surprised to see him sitting in a bedroom chair, naked, his hair still damp from the shower and with his very erect cock in a rapidly moving hand.
"God, Simon, how long have you been there?"
He stopped wanking briefly to answer me. "Long enough to know that you're having a good time, so please don't stop, carry on, I won't disturb you."
'Too late' I thought, wishing I'd known of his presence so that I could have ensured a good view for him. As it was I knew he could see between my legs from his position, but I wasn't sure how much of Lynn's treatment of my breasts he had seen. Even so, I was happy that he was there and seeing me being pleasured by Lynn, and, I promised myself, seeing Lynn pleasured by me soon.
As I was thinking that Lynn's voice came, whispering in my ear.
"You lucky bitch! He's not small, is he?" I knew what she meant, Simon is blessed with nearly nine inches and wide with it, and I felt a silly sort of pleasure at Lynn's envy. I glanced across at that so familiar cock, now being firmly stroked again and looking as if it might burst at any moment.
"Certainly enough for me." I whispered back. "Are you ok with him being there?"
By way of answer she bent and kissed me on the lips once again, obscuring my view of Simon, but at least now I knew he was there and that made me feel even hotter.
Lynn had moved her hand when we realised Simon was watching, I think from reflex rather than guilt, and now she slid it down my body again, stroking lightly as she went and heading for the join of my legs. Once again I sighed, softer this time, as she crept nearer to my pussy, hoping that she wouldn't stop just before she got there this time.
I wasn't disappointed; as her tongue began to probe between my lips once again her hand crept over my pubes and dived between my legs, her fingers coming to rest against my waiting pussy. This time my sigh wasn't of anticipation, but of pleasure, for she immediately began burrowing into my cleft. Feeling Lynn's tongue moving in my mouth, while her fingers were exploring my slit, and knowing that Simon was watching and wanking at the same time, was just an amazing experience. The little signs of an approaching orgasm that had fled with the sound of Simon's voice now began to return, making my pussy open to Lynn's probing fingers and my clit stand proud and erect like a miniature cock.
"You really are wet and wanting, aren't you?"
She was running her two of her fingertips up and down my cleft, dividing them to trace my labia on the way down, but combining them on the way up, hooking them slightly into my vagina and then catching and rubbing my clit as they passed. It was fantastic, the momentary frustration of the near penetration followed by a surge of sensation at my clit were rapidly bringing me closer to cumming. I wrapped my arms tightly around Lynn and held her to me, gasping and pushing my tongue deep into her mouth. Then she changed tactic, and instead of moving up and down my slit she concentrated on my clit, hooking two fingers a little then making quick little scratching movements over the tip of my clit with them, one after the other in rapid succession. I felt my orgasm explode inside me and I clung onto her as it threatened to overwhelm me.
All the time my body was convulsing under the waves of intense pleasure that rolled over me, my brain kept reminding me that this was lesbian sex, it was a woman doing this to me, it was a woman whose mouth was on mine, and that I shouldn't be enjoying it so much. Then I remembered Simon was sitting watching, taking pleasure from seeing me involved in lesbian sex, and I didn't care that it was a woman, in fact I mentally celebrated the display I was putting on for him. That made everything so worthwhile and made my orgasm so much more powerful. I was glad that he could see me with a woman, and glad that the woman was Lynn.
By the time my orgasm was over I was lying with my chest heaving and my heart hammering, completely spent, for the moment at least. Lynn looked at me, gave me a little peck on the lips then went back to my breasts, gently kissing and sucking my nipples, at the same time as stroking my pussy just enough to keep me interested until my body recovered.
It wasn't long before my noisy breathing began to return to normal, but as it did I became aware of another sound, that of a hand sliding frantically up and down the shaft of a cock and hitting against his flesh, accompanied by the grunts and gasps of a near orgasmic man with them. Simon was nearing his own climax. I lay and listened, the origin of the sounds still hidden behind Lynn's head, and my own feelings began to stir a little once more. Soon the noises became more frenzied and disorganised and then I heard the unmistakable sound of Simon's animal like climax. He groans and roars as he cums and this time he seemed louder than ever. Irrelevantly I wondered where he was shooting his cum, and regretting the waste when there were two randy women on hand.
"That's one for you and one for him, now it's your turn again." Lynn's voice brought me back to reality with the thought that strictly speaking it was her turn, but who was I to argue.
"I think it's time my fingers explored a bit, don't you?" With that she ran her fingertips all the way from my clit to my anus before hovering just at the entrance to my tunnel.
"Shall I see what I can find in here?" Lynn spoke from around my breast and her tone was teasing as two of her fingers slipped unhindered into my depths. My back arched and I groaned as I felt them slide in, trying hard to nod agreement at the same time.
She began very slowly to push in and out of my pussy, positioning her hand so that her thumb collided with my clit at each stroke, and all the while covering my breast and nipple with little nips of her teeth, tiny little bites that hurt but didn't hurt, all at the same time. I groaned and moaned in harmony with her thrusts, moving my hips in an effort to push her fingers deeper into my very wet tunnel. My second orgasm began to get closer.
For a moment Lynn took her head from my breast and looked around, presumably to check that Simon was still watching. If he was then I knew that he could see my pussy, and I knew that he would be seeing Lynn's fingers moving in and out. I also knew that I was getting very horny and I believed he must be hearing the wet sounds that Lynn's fingers were making, though of course, I couldn't be sure.
I saw a fleeting little smile cross Lynn's face as she looked towards where Simon should be, and I knew then that he was watching. I didn't know if that smile meant anything, but shortly afterwards I felt her fingers withdraw from my pussy and hold open my pussy lips, displaying my dripping wet hole to the world and Simon, and making me all the more excited. Then she shuffled and began licking my stomach with the tip of her tongue, still holding my pussy wide open.
Her tongue wasn't so much licking as in lapping, but more as in tracing random patterns over my skin with the wet tip, it was a sensation that was very, very erotic, especially combined with the forcible displaying of my cunt. Then she blew gently across my dampened skin, the coolness bringing instant goose bumps to my abdomen and moans of pleasure to my lips. I was gently thrusting with my hips, wanting her to bury her fingers inside me as deeply as possible, but she seemed intent on teasing me, making me wetter and wetter, showing Simon my hole dripping with the juices that I could now feel were running down my crack and across my arsehole.
As I thought about things afterwards I came to the conclusion that Lynn had intended working her way south until her mouth met my pussy, but for some reason she got sidetracked, because after a few minutes of holding me open, and of hot kissing and cool blowing, she pushed her fingers inside me once again. But this time it wasn't to finger fuck me, it was to collect some of my juices on her fingers, fingers that she pulled from my tunnel to show me them glistening in the bedside light.
"Do you taste as nice as you look?" She asked, cocking her head to one side.
It must have been a rhetorical question, for she immediately continued. "Let's find out," and put them into her mouth, sucking my wetness from her fingers.
"Yes, you do." She put her fingers back into my cunt, scooping more of my fluids onto them. This time she offered them to me and I eagerly licked them clean again. "Don't you think so?" She asked me.
I nodded quickly, trying to stop my hips from jerking and thrusting in the hope that she would notice and return her fingers to where I felt they belonged. She ignored my silent plea and reached down between her own legs, smiling sexily to herself as she did. I moment later she was showing me her fingers, this time coated in her own juices, which she offered to my mouth.
"Tell me if you like my taste." She pushed her fingers into my mouth almost before I had the chance to open it, but I wanted to anyway. My brain was yelling at me to remember that this was another woman's pussy juice that I tasted, but all that did was make it even more exciting, and I greedily licked her fingers. She tasted wonderful.
"Good girl." She said. "Was that nice?" I nodded happily.
Now she ran her fingers down my abdomen, across my tightly trimmed bush and back to my pussy, searching for and finding my swollen clit. Then she turned her head to fix me with her eyes and started flicking the tip of my clit with her fingers, picking up speed until she had me arching my back with the intensity of the sensations. I wasn't going to stand that for long, and within minutes my orgasm engulfed me and I was jerking my hips and crying out with the pleasure of my second woman induced climax. All the time I was aware of her eyes fastened on mine, drinking in my excitement, her arousal feeding on my pleasure, getting hotter within her as I soared higher. Seeing this effect on her as I climaxed made me conscious of Simon watching us, knowing that his lust must be also growing at the same time.
As I came down from my climax and lay back on the bed, I became aware of Lynn's breathing becoming ragged and her eyes glazing with lust. Her own need was becoming urgent, and I realised guiltily that I had been on the receiving end of all the fun and I resolved to return the favour, but Lynn beat me to it.
When my heartbeat had calmed down and my breathing returned to something near normal, I smiled my thanks up at her and reached up a hand to stroke the side of her face. I had intended this as a prelude to touching her breasts as she had mine, and then to playing with her and bringing her to orgasm. But as soon as my fingers touched her skin she moaned softly and leaned down to kiss me passionately once more. The kiss was delicious and my arms automatically entwined themselves around her neck and pulled her closer, bringing our breasts and upper bodies into close contact again, a contact that became even closer when, with a little wriggle, Lynn rolled fully on top of me. We were now pressed against each other from head to toe, her stomach against mine, her thighs resting on mine, and even our toes touching, it was beautiful.
Still kissing me deeply and with her tongue between my lips, Lynn shuffled her position slightly, threading one leg between my thighs, so that her thigh lay against my pussy and her own pussy rested on my leg. Then she began to rock gently back and forth, softly rubbing our bodies together and pressing her leg against my pussy. The feeling was gorgeous and I raised my leg a little so that her pussy was rubbing more firmly against it. She smiled and closed her eyes, pressing herself back just a little against my leg and rubbing just a little harder.
Gradually, with her eyes still fast shut, Lynn changed her movement from back and forth rocking to full blooded thrusting with her hips, pushing herself harder against my leg, making it slippery with her juices, as she rubbed her pussy harder and faster against me. Her face took on a look of total concentration, her jaws clamped shut and her eyes screwed tight, as her movements became more and more intense and she pressed against my thigh so hard that I had difficulty in holding it still for her.
She was now more crouching than lying on top of me, having brought her knees further up to gain better leverage, and she now pushed her arms under mine to hook onto my shoulders from below and held me even tighter. Still with her eyes closed she rubbed her pussy hard on my thigh, clearly close to cumming and totally lost to the world. From her lips came a tiny keening noise, interspersed with almost inaudible little 'oh's', the sound and the words getting steadily louder and more urgent as she came closer to climaxing.
Then suddenly she was there, she yelled incoherently in my ear and pushed herself hard against me, not rubbing now but just squirming from side to side to keep the contact total and using her grip on my shoulders for leverage. I held my leg muscles rigid, trying to maintain the contact, and even curled my toes into the bed sheet to stop my leg slipping away under the pressure. But then, just as I was sure I couldn't hold still for her, the pressure suddenly slackened and she collapsed on top of me, panting and gasping for air, her climax spent. I allowed my aching leg to slide flat onto the bed and we lay together, Lynn recovering from cumming and me just being pleased with myself for getting her there, and, most importantly, doing it in the presence of the man I love. I was conscious that I was playing with his express consent and encouragement, and it made all the difference.
"I needed that!" Lynn's statement was a little breathless, but said so matter of factly that I couldn't help but smile.
"And what are you laughing at?" She was smiling herself.
"That really was stating the obvious!" I answered.
"You reckon so, huh?" She raised herself onto her elbows to look down at me. "Well, here something else that's obvious. You need to do a bit more of the work."
She said it with a smile on her face and wasn't being serious, but it was true anyway. However, before I had time to make an offer, she clambered off and swung around, straddling me facing the other way, shuffling herself towards the classic sixty-nine position.
"Fifty-fifty sound fair?" Her voice came to me over her back as she crouched down over me, pulling my legs back to gain access to my pussy and presenting me with hers all at the same time.
Up to this point I hadn't touched her at all, or any other woman for that matter, and I hadn't even seen her pussy close up, so I held her bottom away from me for a minute or so to allow me to simply look at her. I think she was probably doing the same thing with mine, because I could feel her cool breath on my wetness, but that was all.
Lynn had a neat pussy, if you know what I mean. Her clit and her labia were both swollen with her arousal, but they were not over large and nothing hung or sagged. Her clit just peered out from its hood, looking every bit the little soldier that it gets described as, and her outer lips followed a neat arc from top to bottom. Even the entrance to her tunnel seemed tidy, almost perfectly oval and open just enough to be inviting without looking loose. The whole of her cleft shone and glistened with her juices and exuded the most erotic musky scent, fresh and alluring. To top it off (from my angle anyway) she had the tightest little pink rosebud anus you will ever see. I was ready to kiss a woman's pussy for the very first time.
Slowly my hands allowed her to descend on me, adjusting my position a little as she came so that I could extend my tongue and make a first tentative contact with her clitoris. She groaned softly and seconds later her lips kissed my clit. She was holding my legs right back by tucking them under her arms, so that my pussy and my arse were easily available and, coincidentally, in full view of Simon sitting close by. He must have been able to see that first little kiss so very clearly. That was a beautiful thought. My only knowledge of performing oral sex on a woman came from knowing what I liked Simon to do, and from my own imagination in a dream, so I let Lynn take the lead, simply doing to her what she was doing to me, but with my own interpretation. So it was that I fastened my mouth over her clitoris, flicking it with my tongue just as she was doing to me, and tasting her juices at source, so to speak. She tasted every bit as nice as her wet fingers had promised.
Lynn's mouth on my clit was at first very soft and gentle, as if she were scared to be passionate in case it turned me off, but by now I had orgasmed twice and felt so horny that I no longer cared that she was a woman. I wanted her to lick and suck me with all the enthusiasm that Simon usually showed, and so, to encourage her, I began sucking her clit hard and pushing my tongue as deep as I could into her pussy. Even so it was a little while before she really went to work on me, but when she did it made all the waiting worthwhile. Lynn had been bisexual for years and knew exactly what to do and how to do it. Her tongue danced around my clit, teasing, flicking, and licking, while her lips nibbled away at my labia whenever they had the chance. Every now and then she would stop playing with my clit to push her tongue deep inside me, licking my juices from my vagina and spreading them around my cleft. She even once let her tongue stray down until she was softly licking my arsehole, though it must be said that I'm not sure that she meant to do that. Meant or not, it was a wonderful experience.
I tried my hardest to keep track of her actions and replay them on her pussy, but I was so aroused and so much enjoying her attentions that I several times lost track entirely, just lying there with my tongue pressed motionless against her pussy as I soaked up the pleasure of her tongue on my clit. When I did manage to work on her as she was dong on me I was rewarded with tiny whimpers of pleasure that grew steadily louder and more pronounced as I got better. Not that I was silent, I know that I was making moaning noises triggered by the sensations that coursed through my being, and I didn't care. Soon I knew that I was getting close to cumming, and I realised also that Lynn wasn't very far away either, so I tried even harder to match her lick for lick.
All this time I was, of course, lying on my back, looking up at the wonderfully firm little bottom that pretty much filled my view, not that I was complaining. But then suddenly I saw Simon's cock move into view from one side, his hand still rubbing the shaft frantically. He must have been turned on by the idea of shooting his load over the two naked women that he was watching, and, although we had said originally that he shouldn't join in, both of us actually welcomed his contribution. Lynn paused for a second and I heard her gasp 'yes' before her tongue went back to work, and I got a tremendous kick from the realisation that he was intent on shooting his load over my face as I lay licking Lynn's pussy. It was clear from the disjointed motion of his hand, and the little twitches of his hips that he was very near to cumming, and I looked up, eagerly awaiting his orgasm, just wanting to feel that hot thick cum splattering down all over my face.
There is that old saying about the best laid plans, and this was one of those times. As he reached his point of no return Simon leaned over, pointed his cock down and then began milking his shaft, aiming directly at my face. But the experience of watching two women at first hand had got to him, so that when he did cum his cock jerked uncontrollably and his beautiful great dollops of cum sprayed all over Lynn's bottom instead of onto my face. Only a couple of the last dying spurts actually landed where he intended and I had strings of cum laced across my cheeks and into my hair. It was worth it though, even that small amount felt fantastic as it rained down on my upturned and captive face.
Feeling Simon cum over her back and bottom had brought Lynn right to the brink of orgasm, I could feel her hips moving slightly and she was breathing very erratically, gasping as she lapped away at my clit. It had had an effect on me too, and I was feeling really hot, with my own climax building steadily, brought even closer by watching little rivers of Simons cum begin to trickle down the curves of Lynn's bottom towards me. Even as I watched two large blobs merged and ran into her crack, bound eventually to dribble down onto Lynn's pussy and my tongue.
I watched this rivulet of cum make its way slowly towards me, willing it on, wanting to taste it mixed with Lynn's juices, and seeing it collect for the moment in the little depression of her anus. I couldn't wait any longer and I stretched my neck to reach, and with the tip of my tongue I licked Simon's spunk from her arsehole.
The effect on Lynn was immediate, she went into the most tremendous orgasm, crying out loudly as she came and jerking her hips so that her pussy was rubbed back and forth over my face. This caught me by surprise, but her wetness felt so good spread over my mouth, my nose and my chin that I simply held out my tongue to let her own movements do the licking.
I was had been hovering on the brink of cumming ever since Simon had wanked over us, and Lynn's climax threatened to topple me over. In fact I think I would have cum anyway even if Lynn hadn't accidentally triggered me by biting my clit as she juddered in orgasm. That accidental bite hurt, in fact it hurt that tender part of me quite a lot, but the sudden pain also had the effect of setting off my own climax. A yell came to my lips, only to be smothered by Lynn's pussy as we both came together, and Simon was now treated to the erotic vision of two women bucking and moving together, mouths and tongues frantically trying to maintain contact with heaving pussies, and arms and legs thrashing as we tried desperately to cling to each others bodies.
I don't think either of us had ever had such a mind blowing climax, or lost control to anywhere near that degree. All I can say is that when it was all over there were two, panting, gasping, trembling, sweat-covered women lying in an untidy heap on the bed, both with smiles reminiscent of the Cheshire cat. As for Simon, well he was beside the bed, propping himself against the headboard with a look of wonder on his face. Nobody was surprised that we decided there and then to meet up again, but this time for a threesome. |
