“Beautiful!” breathed Stella. “Aren't they. Rita? And still as firm as ever.” Stella reached out and touched them, lifted them, ran her fingers lightly over the nipples, then pulled back quickly. “Uh-uh-naughty girl! I'll tell Dorothy!”
“You shouldn't have touched me there, then; I can't held a natural reaction!” Rose started to put her bra back on.
“Wait a minute; now you have them out-how about a kiss at them-just for old time's sake?”
“Now you're going a bit too far in front of Rita. Don't forget, she's not used to all this.”
“Well, we'll get her used to it. Tell you what-I'll kiss one and Rita can kiss the other; she's never touched another woman's breasts, except mine.”
“What about Rita herself?” Rose looked at me doubtfully. “You wouldn't want to…”
“I think I should like to,” I found myself already whispering, my throat dry, as I eyed those magnificent breasts.
“You just lie back nice and comfy on the bed, darling and we'll do the rest.” Stella pushed Rose back. Her knees caught on the edge and she sat down, breasts bouncing. Stella pressed her right back and sat on one side of her while I sat on the other.
Rose lay with her arms above her head, abandoning her breasts to us. I waited until Stella bent her head and her mouth closed over Rose's left nipple; watched Rose's body react, then pressed my mouth to her right breast. I sucked gently and instantly felt the warm nipple stiffen and lengthen between my lips.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Stella's cheeks hollowing as she sucked strongly, felt Rose jerk as I, too, put on a stronger suction. One of my hands rested on Rose's shoulder, the other on her bare stomach. I found the faint odour of her body, mixed with her perfume strangely exciting; I suddenly realised my palm was stroking the smooth tummy as my mouth nuzzled at her breast. Stella concentrated solely on the breast, holding it with both hands as she sucked.
Rose started panting, her arms going about our shoulders, pressing our faces more tightly to her breasts. Her nipple felt big and hot between my lips.
“Oh, darlings-it feels wonderful,” she moaned, “but you shouldn't be doing this to me. Oooh! Gorgeous! I've never had two women do this to me at the same time. It-it could almost g-give me an orgasm. You- you'd better stop now…”
“You just relax, sweetheart,” Stella whispered.
I felt Stella's hand glide over mine where it rested on Rose's now quivering tummy. I looked down quickly and saw Stella's hand disappear beneath Rose's skirt. A second later, Rose jerked sharply with a gasp.
“Will you mind if I help her out. Rita?”
I shook my head, taking the elongated nipple into my mouth again.
“Well you keep kissing and I'll get her pants off. Got any more zips on this dress, Rose?”
“One-at the hip.” Rose turned a little to let her get to it.
I moved round a little so that I could see what was going on at Rose's nether regions. Stella had the zip unfastened and was tugging the dress down. Rose wriggling her hips to help. She got it down and we saw a terribly strained pair of panties stretched across broad hips. Stella undid the suspenders and then began the task of getting the panties down. She finally made it. Rose lifting her bottom off the bed. As soon as Stella had the panties off, I saw the strong thighs spread wide, the thick bush of auburn hairs lifting as Stella's head sank between her legs.
Rose gave a loud groan and clutched me to her as Stella's mouth closed over her sex. Stella looked up just once before getting down to business.
“This poor cunt of yours is as randy as hell, darling!”
Then, as Stella began to suck her below, I sucked one breast, taking the other nipple in my fingers to make up for Stella's mouth. Rose moaned again, her head tossing as we worked on her. Her hand felt at my chest as I bent above her; squeezed one of my breasts, fondled it. My heart was thundering with excitement as I tremblingly undid a couple of buttons at the top of my dress and took hold of her hand, to guide it inside.
Her fingers slipped inside my bra and I felt my own nipple begin a stiffen rapidly as she played with it. I saw the thighs close about Stella's head, the hips begin to move jerkily; the fingers playing with my nipple pinched until it was almost a pain. I slipped my free arm under her back and held her tightly, sucking like mad on her breast, ignoring the pain as she pinched cruelly on my nipple, her body jerking and shaking in the grip of an orgasm.
“Oooh, you darlings-that was wonderful!” Rose got shakily to her feet, still bare except for her suspender-belt and drooping stockings, her big breasts swaying, nipples red and swollen.
Stella licked her sticky lips and grinned.
“'Glad to help out. Hope we don't have your Dorothy after our blood, though.”
“That is one little secret I shall keep to myself. I- er-I couldn't do anything for either or both of you in return, could I?”
“You could very easily and wonderfully. Rose, but we'll be getting along now. It's an hour and a half's drive and Rita must keep in Phil's good books if she wants to get away for the week-end.”
“Maybe another time, then.”
“That is very likely, darling.” Stella hugged her, kissed her mouth. “Aren't you going to dress?”
“No-I want to make an early start in the morning. I shall have a bath and get to bed early.” She walked towards the door with us. “For obvious reasons, I shan't see you out. Let me kiss you both here.”
Stella kissed her lingeringly, then bent and planted a quick kiss on each jutting breast. Rose turned to me, then, and I clasped the firm naked body in my arms. Her mouth was soft and warm and open; I opened my own mouth to meet her, felt her tongue probe gently, touched it briefly with my own; our mouths sucked, then parted.
“Don't forget her titties!” prompted Stella.
Rose thrust out her breasts invitingly and I bent and kissed each nipple. We went to the door, then I had to wait while Stella darted back; I heard them whispering for a while, then Stella joined me again and we let ourselves out.
On the way home in the car, I tried to find out what she had gone back for, but she shook her head.
“Sorry, can't say-nothing for you to get jealous about, though. I promise.”
So I had to be content with that.
“Gosh, I'm as randy as blazes!” gasped Stella.
“Me, too,” I answered. “It's hardly surprising, is it? After the show we saw this afternoon and what we did for Rose. Incidentally-she's nice, isn't she?”
“Rose? She's a dish!”
“How did you come to split up?”
“Oh, just one of those things-we drifted. We shall always be the best of friends, though-even to helping each other out, as we did today.”
As we got very near to home, Stella slowed the car right down.
“Are you feeling as sexy as I am?” she asked quietly. “I want you so badly it hurts!”
“Me, too, darling. What can we do?”
“It's nine o'clock-what time do you think you should be home?”
“Well, Phil knows that buying a coat and having lunch in town shouldn't take all day-even if it is an hour and a half's journey each way. I really ought to go in.”
“Well, here we are.” Stella turned the car into our road and we rolled to a stop outside her house. She turned and looked at me, squeezed my thigh.
“Oh, hell, darling-I can't even kiss you goodnight in the car; somebody would be bound to come along at the crucial moment. How about a quick drink-just one, huh?”
“I suppose ten minutes or so won't make all that much difference; can't be much longer, though.”
“Go and open the gate for me and I'll drive straight in, then.”
I was pleased about that-if Phil happened to look out, he wouldn't see the car and have any more food for thought than he had already.
Stella opened the front door and stood back.
“In you go, my sweet.”
I walked in in front of her and switched on the hall light, t
hen heard a peal of laughter behind me. I looked back at her.
“What is it?”
“You, darling! Your dress!” She was pointing at my bottom. “Right where you little fanny must have been resting on the seat of the car.”
I twisted and pulled my skirt round. There was a dark damp patch on the white material just where she said.
“You poor old thing-we really must do something about it!”
“Yes-sponge it and dry it in case Phil sees it and suspects the worst! How about you?”
Stella turned her back to me; the material of her dress was a little thicker than mine and a dark blue in colour, so didn't show anything. When I touched her just below the bulge of her buttocks, however, there was the telltale sticky dampness of desire soaking through the cloth.
“At least as bad as mine, Stella.”
“Well, you get that dress off while I pour a couple of drinks. Switch on the electric fire.”
I stripped off my dress and switched on the fire. Stella gave me my drink and picked up the dress.
“I'll sponge it in the kitchen — what about your knickers?”
“Oh, that's all right-I don't suppose he'll go nosing into them!”
“Why should he go for the wrapping when he can have the goods? I'll sponge them, anyway-let's have them.”
“Stella — you don't want to fiddle about with my messy drawers…”
“Lovely! Next to the woman who goes in them! Think what they've been rubbing against all day! Let's have them.” She held her hand out.
I drew down my panties, stepped out of them and handed them over. She looked down at my belly, touched the hair below it.
“Yours has more gold in it that Rose's,” she grinned and went out.
I stood sipping my drink, warming my bare bottom in front of the fire; not that it was cold, but it has always given me a sensuous pleasure to feel the heat wafting up between my thighs and over my buttocks.
“Here we are-I've only sponged mine as I don't have to put it on again.” Stella came back with my dress and panties, stripped, now, to bra and suspender-belt, shoes and stockings, as I was. “Darling-you look very, very sexy!”
“So do you!”
She put my things down in front of the fire.
“I feel very, very sexy! It'll be at least ten minutes before you can put them on-let's have a little cuddle, huh? Come on-on the couch.”
I joined her on the couch and we went into a tight clinch; her mouth was warm and hungry on mine. Still kissing me, she undid the catch of my bra and pulled it off, then I was lying back, with Stella's mouth at my bared breasts, every inch of her tongue on my throbbing nipples sending tingling shocks through them. I found the catch of her bra and released her breasts, getting my hand underneath her to hold them as she nuzzled at mine. Our nipples were erect and hot as we struggled in passionate combat; it could only end in one way-it did!
Stella unfastened my suspenders, then took hold of my legs and pulled until I was lying at full length; she spread them and let down one end of the couch, so that my knees were bent over the edge. She knelt between them, her head bending towards my sex. I put out my hands to stop her.
“Stella — wait! Let me at least wipe myself there first, darling-it's terribly messy!”
“Lovely! I'll make it even more so!”
“But, Stella — it must have been oozing all the afternoon!”
“I don't care if it's been oozing all the week! I kissed the crotch of your panties before I sponged them, so how about that? Would you object to kissing my cunt?”
“No, dear.”
“Well mine is in me same state as yours.” Without further ado, her mouth was at me, nearly driving me mad with lips and tongue. I lifted my legs, holding my knees apart so that she could get at me better, opening myself right up to her.
I felt her cool hands under my bottom, lifting, that maddening tongue pushing into my vagina. I sobbed as my orgasm began to pulse out of me, the pleasure almost unbearable as Stella sucked hard on me.
As the immediate lethargy began to wear off, I reached for her; I wanted to hold her close and love her for giving me such ecstasy. She found room beside me and we lay cuddling, our breasts flattened to each others; my nipples had gone to temporary softness, but hers still throbbed hotly. I felt between the soft thighs and she gave a little moan as I touched her sex, warm and slippery with want.
“Your turn now, dear,” I whispered, climbing over her to get off the couch as she turned expectantly on to her back, stretching out her legs.
I knelt at the end of the sofa and spread her legs, lifting them on to my shoulders, then sank my mouth into the pulpy slime of her. Her thighs pressed the sides of my face, her hands holding my head and I held my open mouth, tongue protruding, against her, as she jiggled her sex up and down. The strong, tangy odour of her roused me again and I licked and sucked passionately, my arms reaching up to stroke the sides of my body. I sucked her clitoris between my lips and flicked my tongue across its tip. She jerked hard.
“Darling- you- you've hit it! I–I'm…”
Then I was sucking the bitter-sweet mucous from her almost as it was distilled within the depths of her body.
By the time I had cleaned her up with my mouth, I wanted her again, but decided I dared not-anyway, we would be sure to get some chance of being alone together when we took Jane to Bridlington.
I hitched my stockings to the suspenders and slipped my bra on again.
“Your things are dry, Rita.”
I pulled on my panties and got into the dress.
“Wish you could stay the night, darling,” she said, wistfully.
“We ought to have the chance at Bridlington. I was just wondering about that. What is the sleeping accommodation like at the bungalow?”
“Well, there's a large bedroom with a double bed and a smaller one with a single bed. The small one will be just right for Jane, which leaves us together in the large one. Oh, darling-a double bed all to ourselves! We've not yet had the chance of sleeping together- all our love-making has been done more or less in a hurry.”
“I can hardly wait!”
“There's a little strip of private beach, too.”
“What sort of bathing gear do you wear?”
“Bikini, of course!”
“Wow-with that gorgeous body! It's just as well the beach is private!”
“May I go and get my new coat from the car?”
“Of course-I'd forgotten all about what the original intention of going into town was for.” She went to her handbag and handed me the car keys. “Here-get mine as well. I can't very well go out like this-I'll be seeing you off in the same state as Rose saw us off.”
I fetched our things from the car and prepared to leave.
“I've been thinking about Rose,” Stella said hesitantly.
“Did you mind my suggesting what we did for her? I realise I was a bit blatant about it.”
“Of course I didn't mind — I like her. Made her happy, anyway!”
“If we go into town together any time, we'll be able to use her flat-we're bound to have the urge, especially if I take you to that club again!”
“That will be nice. Well. I suppose I'd better go and face the music!”
“It's not as bad as all that, surely?”
I smiled a little regretfully as I thought of poor Phil sitting at home while I went round enjoying myself sexually with another woman, going to lesbian clubs and planning to sleep with the said woman, so that we should be able to indulge our craving for one another's body. I looked at the half-naked Stella, and I'm afraid desire outweighed the feeling of guilt.
“No, not really. It's been such a wonderful day, I'm hoping I don't look guilty and jeopardise the week-end.”
“Well, I'll say the same as Rose did-better let yourself out. Supposing one of the neighbours walked past just as I was waving you good-bye at the gate in my near-nothings!”
“Or, worse still-my Phillip!”
I gathered her nakedness into my arms and we kissed. She came as far as the hall with me, a faint tinkle coming from her dangling suspenders as she walked. I turned and she blew me a kiss as I let myself out. I remembered something and stopped in her porch to patch my make-up before going home.
Jane was in the living-room preparing to go to bed when I got in.
“Where's dad?”
“In the next room-up to his neck in drawings!”
Yes, My Darling Daughter! Page 6