Penny spread open the lower part of Jean's buttocks, exposing a wet, open vulva below them. There was hushed silence as the big, purple knob approached and touched the female slit, which looked far too small to accommodate the huge shaft.
Holding the buttocks apart all the time, Penny began to press inwards; we could see the lips stretching round the knob. Suddenly, Penny gave a little jerk forward and Jean squealed as the knob went into her, followed by several inches of the dildo. She wriggled on the end of it and Penny waited until she was still, then gave her another thrust, sinking several more inches into her.
Jean jerked and squealed again as more of that brutal looking shaft drove up her. I heard a frantic wriggling at the next table and saw a girl sprawl, moaning, across it, her hand up under her skirt.
“She might have waited and done it at the same time, so as not to distract one's attention.” whispered Stella. “No finesse!”
Back on the floor, poor Jean still knelt on the bench, about three-quarters of the dildo up her, now. Penny was now holding her round the hips, her hands moving between the spread legs. One more thrust and the dildo was in all the way, Penny's stomach tight against Jean's bottom. Then Penny began to give her long, hard, penetrating thrusts, each one bringing a moan from the recipient.
“She's giving her a jolly good old fucking,” murmured Stella, always fond of the vernacular. “They're 'husband and wife' in private life, you know.”
“Must be nice to get paid for doing what you enjoy anyway.”
Penny's hips were jerking backwards and forwards at speed now, and Jean was thrusting back strongly to meet her.
Then came an explosive gasp from Jean, she jerked wildly for a few moments.
“I–I'm c-coming!” she panted, “now!” The last word was almost a scream.
Penny reached behind her, grabbed the “balls,” squeezing them rapidly. There was a squelching sound as fluid was pumped into the madly jerking girl, running down her thighs and on to the floor. Penny herself jerked hard, moaning, as she pretended to have an orgasm. Jean collapsed forward on the bench and Penny drooped on top of her, both of them shaking and panting.
We watched them gradually recovering from their “intercourse” and saw Penny just withdrawing from Jean, when on to the floor, wearing a policeman's jacket and helmet, came George, waving a truncheon. The two girls took one look at her and ran, with George after them, calling on them to stop in the name of the law. Blackout!
“How about that?” said Stella, when she could make herself heard above the applause.
“Fantastic!” was the only word I could think of at the time.
“I'll phone Rose now-shan't be long. And don't get yourself picked up while I'm away-they'll all be madly sexy after that last scene, and they're not all that fussy about taking someone else's girl-friend, given half a chance. You'd be whipped into the toilet and have your panties down before you could say 'knife'!”
“I'll watch out. I'll say my boy-friend's just outside making a phone-call-or should I say 'girl-friend.' I'm not quite sure which category we come under.”
“I'd say it was a mutual arrangement, darling-I don't feel at all mannish and I'm sure you don't. Let's say we're girl-friends-intimate girl-friend!”
“What would they want to do to me if they got me in the toilet?” I asked.
“Oh, all sorts of things: have a feel round you, masturbate you, or get you to masturbate them. Or, after a preliminary feel round, try and date you for a bed tonight! So you sit tight and the only way they'll be able to get at your 'business end' will be by boring a hole from under the chair!”
The lights had gone up and the music started again: couples drifted on to the floor. It gave me a very odd feeling as I watched two pretty women in their thirties, gazing adoringly into each others eyes as they danced, exchanging kisses; they looked so absolutely feminine. I smiled at the thought-Stella and I looked just as feminine, felt just as feminine. I thought of Phil and Jane at home and took a long pull at my glass to wash it away.
“Care to dance?”
I looked up, startled, as the voice broke into my reverie. It was one of the real “male” types, in a dinner jacket; I looked into the mannish face and felt a little nervous as her eyes devoured me.
“Er-no, thanks-I'm just waiting for my-my friend to come back.” I looked over my shoulder a little apprehensively, hoping I'd see Stella coming back.
“Don't worry, you're quite safe,” she chuckled. “I don't cheat!”
She turned away and I gave a sigh of relief as Stella came back to the table.
“Made a date with you?” she grinned.
“Not likely! I said I was waiting for you and she said not to worry, as she didn't cheat.”
“No-some of them play square. Well, I spoke to Rose-she's asked us over for tea.” Stella lifted the bottle. “Let's finish this up and get a taxi-it's not far.”
“No more for me-I'll be pie-eyed! I'll finish what I have in my glass.”
As we left, George looked me up and down and cocked an eyebrow at Stella.
“Lovely girl, your Rita, Stella-I take it she's booked?”
Stella looked at me and nodded.
“She's booked, I'm afraid, George. I agree with you, though-she is a lovely girl.”
“Ah, well, that's life! Enjoy the show, Rita?”
I said I had thought it fabulous, blushing at the comments about my person.
“Bring her again, Stella; let her see more of life- she seems to be a little inexperienced!”
“Pure is a much better word. George,” laughed Stella. “'Bye for now.”
“What is Rose like?” We sat in the taxi. “Will she mind your bringing me along? After all, you were her…”
“Good lord, no! She invited you, anyway. I've told you that was over a couple of years ago. Besides, she has another woman waiting for her to join her in Paris tomorrow. By the way-it's OK for the bungalow, any time we want to use it.”
“She sounds nice.”
“She is nice.”
“Pretty?”
“Mmm-hardly pretty: handsome, certainly. No — she isn't the mannish type, either. Dresses well, makes up well. A little older than us; let's see-she'll be just about forty now. Bigger, too-she has a forty-one bust, but she's fairly tall and carries it well. Auburn hair- very like yours.”
“Do you go for auburn-haired women, Stella?”
“Don't know — I haven't really thought about it. You jealous?”
“Don't know-1 haven't really thought about it!” I mimicked.
“Now you've had a taste of it, who knows- you may start running round trying to make all the women you can lay your hands on!”
“I should think that most unlikely.”
“Did that show do anything to you? Here-let's have a little feel!”
“Stella!” I frantically tried to hold my skirt down as Stella's hand went to my knees.
“Well what about the titties, then — those nipples should be as big as…” the hand went up to my bosom.
My hands immediately shot up to protect them. Too late, I.realised it had only been a feint to get at me down below. Her hand at once came down and was under my skirt and between my thighs before I could close my legs. I jerked with sensation as soon as her fingers touched my crotch.
“Stella! No! Please-what will the taxi-driver think.”
I fought to pull her hand out, blushing furiously.
“They're used to this. Besides, he's concentrating on driving-he won't even notice. Golly-your panties are pretty sticky!”
“What did you expect? Taking me to a place like that?”
“Would you have liked Penny to have done that to you?”
“In front of all those people?” I gasped. “In private, then?”
“I don't think so.” Then I smiled at her. “She hasn't got such nice titties as you have!”
“Thank you! You'd let me do it to you, then?”
“Mmm-I didn't say that!”
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“You think you'd like it, though.”
“I didn't say that, either! Now will you please take your hand from under my clothes. The taxi's slowing down-quickly, Stella-he'll see us!”
“We're here, anyway.” Stella at last took her hand out from under my skirt, letting me push it down to a respectable level as she opened the door.
She paid off the cab and we went in to a small block of recently built flats. We got into the lift and she pressed for the second floor. Stepping out of the lift, we found ourselves in a short corridor with two doors on either side.
“It's number five,” said Stella, going over and thumbing an illuminated button below the figure five.
CHAPTER FOUR
The door opened and I realised Stella's description of the woman who stood there smiling at us was very accurate. She was tall, handsome, auburn haired and full-breasted, dressed in a snugly-fitting up-to-the-minute maroon dress that hugged her wide hips and breasts. She was beautifully made up and not a hair of her head was out of place. We went in as she stood back.
“Great to see you again, Stella,” she said as she closed the door. She took her into her arms and gave her a great hug, kissing her full on the mouth. Then she turned and looked at me. “And this is Rita. How are you, my dear?” She bent and kissed me on the cheek. “She's a lovely girl, Stella.”
“So George was saying-think she had a few ideas about her?'
“I'll bet she had! What did you think of the show, Rita?”
“I think her panties suffered considerably!” put in Stella, before I could answer. “Stella!” Once again, I was furiously blushing.
“Don't mind her, Rita. Stella-you're embarrassing the poor girl. Give us a chance to become acquainted before you start bringing out intimate secrets like that.” She was laughing. “I must admit, though, George does put on some fabulous shows-I went the other night with Dorothy; it did something to us, too!”
“Which had to be worked off afterwards, I have no doubt!”
“You're deliberately trying to embarrass Rita, aren't you?” Rose smiled, shaking her head. “Naturally, it had to be worked off afterwards!”
“I take is Dorothy is the one…?”
“She's waiting for me in Paris; we're going to spend at least six months travelling around, then perhaps we'll come back to England-I'll get in touch when we do. Now, let's have tea.”
She had a honey of a flat, which she showed us round after tea. Compact, with everything to hand, the flat consisted of two bedrooms, living room, kitchen and bathroom, with a separate toilet; it must have cost the earth, especially with the furniture she had in it. On the bedside table in her bedroom there was a photograph of a lovely woman with ash-blonde hair. She saw me looking at it.
“Yes, that's Dorothy-quite lovely, isn't she?”
“Beautiful,” said Stella. “How old is she, Rose?”
“Thirty. She likes men, too; says that at the moment the bias is in favour of women-me in particular-and she wants to see the world and really gorge herself on lesbianism, before deciding whether or not to marry and settle down.”
“You'll have to keep an eye on her-she may take a fancy to a man while you're on holiday…”
“Oh, I can handle her-smack her bottom now and again as I used to smack yours-remember?”
“I remember.” said Stella, ruefully, colouring and trying to avoid my eyes.
“Remember that time you stayed out till all hours and came in half-cut? I had your skirt up and your knickers down and across my lap before you knew what had hit you; then I whaled the tar out of your behind with your own shoe!”
“Rose! Must you-in front of Rita?”
Rose laughed delightedly.
“Now whose embarrassed? I can tell you. Rita- there were lots of times when she felt my hand or slipper on her bare bottom!” She reached out and lifted Stella's chin, kissing her quickly on the lips. “I liked her, though. In fact-I could still go for her, if the circumstances were different. Don't worry, though, Rita-I'm not going to take her away from you. Are you two living together?”
“I've told you she has a daughter…”
“But she spends most of the time at school…”
“And
a husband!”
“Gosh! I assumed you were separated or divorced when Stella said you were lovers. That must be rather awkward for you. He doesn't know about it, does he?”
“No, he doesn't know, but it has had its awkward moments.”
“Do you still have sex with him?”
“Now you're embarrassing her,” said Stella.
“Oh, I think we've got to know each other well enough by now, eh, Rita?”
“I–I think so. Yes, I have had some sex relations with him-very little since-since…”
“Since you and Stella started going to bed together. Yes, I can understand it being awkward, all right.”
“I feel a bit guilty about it.” said Stella, “seeing it was I who forced her into it.”
“Forced her?”
“Persuaded against my will, rather than forced,” I qualified. “I had never done that sort of thing before, but after I had been persuaded, I must admit I not only liked it-I wanted more!”
“Honest girl! Got any plans for the future?”
“None at all, I'm afraid-we go on from day to day hoping it will last.”
“If your husband finds out-what then?”
“Goodness knows!” I felt hot all over at the thought of it.
“You might find him understanding-some are, you know. I know of someone that actually happened to. She had been having a little sex with another woman on the side. Her husband was a traveller and while he was away, she used to either stay with her girl-friend, or have her stay with her. Then one night, her husband came home unexpectedly and walked into the living-room to find his wife and this woman stark naked on the floor. His wife was on her back with the woman on top of her, a dildo strapped on her, giving the wife a good old rogering with it.”
“What happened?” I gasped, heart fluttering at the thought of Phil catching me with Stella in similar circumstances.
“Well, after the initial embarrassment, they all talked it out and came to an agreement. The woman moved in with them and now they share the wife.”
Somehow I couldn't visualise that happening in our household!
“Well. I suppose we'd better be going,” Stella looked at her watch.
“I'll get you the keys of the bungalow.” Rose produced the keys, telling us what each one opened. “And here's a spare key to this flat-just in case you both happen to be in town and want to get something out of your systems!”
“Rose-you're a pet! Here-let's have a nice big kiss at you before we go!” Stella's arms went round her and Rose looked at me a little doubtfully.
“You have no objections, Rita?”
“I don't think so,” I smiled.
“When Stella said a 'nice big kiss' in the past, it meant a meal!”
“I think Rita will agree that you deserve it, eh, Rita?”
“Go ahead,” I murmured. “I certainly do.”
I watched as their arms went about each other and their faces met, mouth wide open. Cheeks hollowed and there was a faint suctioning sound; they pressed closer, hands stroking up and down one another's back. I saw what Rose had meant by a “meal”! When they drew apart, they were both breathing heavily and Rose's face was flushed. Stella stepped back and boldly placed her hands on the ample breasts, giving them a squeeze.
“Titties still nice and firm, darling-or do you wear reinforced bras nowadays?”
“Cheek! If you'd said that a couple of years ago, you would have had your bottom smacked soundly!”
“Well-do you?” Stella challenged.
“I certainly do not!” said Rose emphatically. “Here — I'll show you!”
Stella winked at me and I realised she had taunted her purposely. Rose reached behind her and pulled down a zip; the dress went slack at the front
and she drew it from her shoulders, letting it slip to her waist. She wore only a flimsy-looking bra and her skin was smooth and creamy. With a flourish, she removed the bra and held it out from her body, drawing herself up proudly. I was impressed. Her breasts were very big and looked heavy, yet stood out from her chest as firm as melons. They were a beautiful shape, with large dark nipples standing out from the paler aureoles. “Well-how about that?”
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