“No, and not even with Margaret; they were merely business arrangements-I think I must have been in love with you all the time, darling!”
“Did you ever think about me in that way before doing something about it?”
“Sometimes-I used to wonder what you might be like in bed; I always thought you had a wonderful body, too, and when I saw those lovely titties of yours all bare that night, I knew I just had to have you.”
“Any others during this time?”
“One — Peggy. She was plump and pretty — and married! Only about twenty-four; had one of those soft cuddlesome bodies. We only slept together four times in all-I think she was out for kicks. I met her in a restaurant in town; it was crowded and we shared a table. Naturally, we got into conversation and I shared my wine with her and invited her for a drink afterwards. She told me about herself-she had been married two years and her husband was abroad for his firm for a few weeks. We both had quite a lot to drink that night and she put off one train after another; I decided it might not be a good idea to drive after what I'd had, so suggested we book into an hotel for the night. She was all for it and we booked a double room.
“There were two single beds, but when we undressed and I saw her naked, I tried a little horse-play with her, just to see how far I could go. She was all for that, too, and we rolled on her bed for a while. Then I got her underneath me and was carried away; I kissed her. She looked surprised, but didn't make any protest, so I kissed her again and kept on kissing her until her arms went around me. I made love to her, then; she must have been starved for sex with her husband away — she spent like a maniac when I frigged her; then cried her eyes out afterwards! She did lie still, though, and let me rub myself off on her thigh.
“The next morning I gave her my phone number and told her to give me a ring if she felt like it. About a week went by and then she rang to say she was going into town and would I like to have lunch with her. We made another day of it; nothing was mentioned about the previous encounter and the conversation was kept carefully away from sex, but at the end of the evening we went back to the same hotel and she stood beside me at the desk while I booked a double room.
“She let me use my mouth on her that night; again, she had a terrific orgasm, but didn't cry, this time, and repaid me by giving me a nice, gentle frigging. We did it again the next morning and a few days later we met for another session; she sucked my cunt, this time-and obviously enjoyed it, too.
“About another week passed and then she rang to say her husband was due home in a few days and could we have just one more night together, as a sort of farewell performance. We did, and it was quite an orgy! I didn't see her again after that. I hope her husband appreciates what a sexy little wife he has!”
“Have — have you been with anybody else since I came into your sex life?”
“Goodness, no! I don't want anybody else-what I did-what we did! — for Rose was rather different. I should not have done it if you hadn't been there. So you needn't have visions of my lying in the arms of another woman, my pet.”
“That's another thought I've had — you remember Rose offering to 'help us out' if we wanted it? That situation could arise again at her flat when she comes home, couldn't it?”
“More than possible.”
“Should we let her?”
“Entirely up to you, Rita-would you like her to? She does it very well!”
“She is rather a poppet-we couldn't very well refuse her, could we? I wouldn't mind-so long as you were there, too.”
“I shall make a point of asking her, then,” laughed Stella. “Now I'm feeling all sexy again, so how about giving me a good, hefty poking with 'Fred'?”
“Just one more question — how do you feel about Phil and I? I mean, knowing I have to give myself to him fairly regularly? It doesn't upset you, does it?”
“Of course it doesn't — I should have felt terribly guilty if I thought I was depriving Phil of his marital rights! Maybe a little pang or two when I'm lying in bed at night, wondering if you're being fucked by him, wishing you were with me instead. Please will you poke me now?” she finished in the same breath.
We stubbed out our cigarettes and I picked up the dildo.
“Here-let me help you.”
She helped me strap on “Fred” and I walked round the room, feeling the heavy sway of it with each step. I felt something else, too-that little button of a stopper worked on my clitoris the whole time as I moved my thighs in the act of walking; what with that and the feel of the rubber bulb dangling between my legs, I began to feel more than a little erotic.
Stella went to warm the milk this time, and I knelt up on the bed, moving my hips back and forth experimentally in the action of sexual intercourse as taken by the male. I soon had to stop it, or I should have had an orgasm before Stella got back with the milk.
“Here we are-nice hot spunk for your balls, darling!”
She undid one strap, pulled the base away from my pubic hair and pulled out the stopper, poured in the milk and replaced it.
“I don't know about stopper-more like a starter!” I commented, as she strapped me up again.
“Murderous.isn't it?” she grinned. “There-nice warm spunk, all ready for you to pump into your sexy Stella!”
“Right, madam-get on the bed and prepare yourself!”
She climbed on the bed and knelt up, smiling at me, as I climbed up after her, the great dildo swaying in front of my stomach.
“I have a fancy to take it kneeling-that all right with you?”
“Any way you like, sweetheart!”
She turned her back to me and knelt on all fours, spreading her legs wide and sinking on to her forearms, cocking her gorgeous bottom up to show the sexy condition of her slit below it. I bent quickly and pressed my mouth to it, licked wetly and then moved in between her legs. I filled my mouth with spittle and deposited it in my palm, transferring it to the big purple head of the rubber penis and smearing it all round the shaft.
“Here we come, darling,” I whispered and she tensed and pushed her behind out. I took the prick in my hand and guided it to the entrance, slid the knob up and down her furrow a few times, then pressed it to the entry again.
“Don't try to make it easy for me, darling,” she said her voice breathy. “I like to get the first part over as quickly as possible-start pushing and keep going.”
I steadied the dildo, made sure it was pressed tightly against the right spot, then held her round the hips. I pushed forward, steadily increasing the pressure; as I pushed I pulled back on her hips. A momentary easing of tension came simultaneously with a gasp from Stella as the knob slipped into her. I kept up the steady thrust — slowly moving into her, feeling the resistance as the dildo was gripped by the walls of her vagina. I got a good half of it up her, then gave her a little rest.
“All right, dear?”
“All-all right, darling,” she panted. “Keep going.” She moved her knees farther apart and tensed herself ready to receive the rest of “Fred” up her.
I pressed on, more forcefully, this time, feeling the compression of the stopper button on my clitoris increasing. I looked down and saw that only about two inches remained, sticking out below her buttocks.
Grabbing handsful of flesh at her hips, I hauled back on her, at the same time jabbing lustily forward, burying the whole shaft in her body.
“Ooooh, Rita!” she moaned. “I wasn't expecting quite such a hefty shove as that!”
“Sorry, darling!” I gasped, my arms going right round her, pulling her round, taut bottom into my stomach. “That was cruel of me-I'm afraid I got carried away.”
“Don't be sorry-carry on and finish the job!” She moved her rear against me, getting the feel of the thing inside her. “Be careful to keep your thighs open until I'm ready for the milk.”
I fucked her then, constantly increasing the length and force of the strokes, my own excitement mounting rapidly. She was right-that stopper was murderous! The hard,
purposely roughened rubber chafed and pummelled my clitoris with the slightest movement, let alone the hefty thrusts I was giving Stella. The feel of her thighs and bottom, warm and moving against my front, her gasps and moans of passion, drove me wild.
“Oh, darling,” she was groaning, “what a fucking you — you're giving me! Ooh, ooh, ooooh, wonderful.”
Spurred, I belted even harder into her, the stopper mashing my clitoris. I leaned over her, hands closing on her big, stiff-nippled breasts, squeezing them until she groaned with pleasure-pain. I kissed and licked at her back, covered with a thin film of sweat. In and out I rammed that rubber dick, the bulb warm with the milk swinging between my thighs, adding to all the other erotic sensations.
“Darling — darling,” Stella was jerking madly now. “Get ready to-to pump the-the milk into me.”
I was almost ready to spend myself by then. I brought my thighs closer together and fucked even harder at her. She suddenly gave a mighty thrust back at me, her head came up sharply and her back arched. “Now!” she hissed.
I rammed my hips forward savagely, sinking the entire length in her cunt as she fell forward, spending. I let myself fall forward with her, jerkily squeezing my thighs together and hearing the squishy sound of the milk pumping into her. I felt my body go weak, then, as ecstasy blossomed out from my clitoris. I held her tightly, still squeezing my thighs together as long as I was able. The two of us shook and jerked together in the throes of our climax, Stella bearing all my weight on her back, my hands beneath her, still clutching her breasts.
We were both weak with the power of that orgasm and it was some time before I was able to summon enough energy to lift my weight from her. She spread her legs and lay still while I gently withdrew the dildo. She turned on to her back and smiled up at me as I knelt beside her, unstrapping it. I looked at the stopper that had caused so much havoc, wet now, from my clitoris-in fact the inside of the base was all slimy with my come. I pointed at the stopper.
“There's no doubt about it-that stopper is absolute murder!” I held up the dildo, the shaft covered with the mucous of Stella's ecstasy. To show her what I thought about her, I pressed my lips to its wetness, kissed, sucked on the head and finally licked all the bitter-sweet liqueur from the rod. She lay silently watching the demonstration of my affection for her and still without a word took it from me when I had finished. She turned it and looked at the wet inside of the pad that had rubbed and pressed so close against my sex. Then her mouth opened as she pressed it to her lips and licked it clean. Gravely, she handed it back and I put it on the bed-side table. She grinned at me, then.
“There-we think quite a lot of each other, don't me, sweetheart?” She sat up. “Oooh! Gosh, Rita- you're quite brutal when you get going, aren't you! Look at me!”
She shifted her body from side to side, showing me the red marks of my fingernails where I had dug them into her hips. She lifted her breasts in her hands and held them out mutely; more red nail-marks marred the soft creaminess of the lovely globes.
“Oh, Stella, darling-I am sorry. I just didn't realise what I was doing. “I kissed the marks at her hips and gently trailed my open mouth over the tender breasts.
“It's all right, darling-I loved it, in fact, I wanted it at the time.” She got off the bed, milk running down her legs.
“Here-wait,” I said, making her lie back and opening her legs wide. I sucked and licked the rest of the milk from her soft quim, not letting her up until I had licked down the insides of her thighs and legs and thoroughly cleaned her up with my mouth and tongue.
“Thank you, darling.” She stood up, went over to a chest of drawers. “Think we'd better change the sheet. You go and wash out “Fred” or we'll be pumping cheese into each other the next time we use him!”
I washed “Fred” in the basin while Stella changed the sheet. I felt thoroughly satisfied just then and knew Stella was the same, as I watched her leisurely movements, the look on her face that of a contented kitten. I joined her at the bed and she pulled back the covers.
“How about some shut-eye, now, eh? We've had quite a strenuous night; don't forget you have to report to your daughter first thing in the morning!”
I felt a little deflated at the reminder, the worry and uncertainty coming back.
“Oh, yes,” I murmured, “my darling daughter.”
CHAPTER TEN
I did not greet the morning sunlight that streamed into the room with as much enthusiasm as I had the previous morning. I got out of bed and went over to the wash-basin to sluice the sleep from my eyes.
“Poor Rita,” Stella sat up, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She smiled sympathetically as I came back to the bed and slipped on a nylon nightie. “Dressing to order, I see.” She climbed from the bed and pulled on a negligee.”
“Oh. Stella,” I groaned, “what am I going to do? How far should I go with her before crying stop?”
“More to the point-how far are you going to let her go with you?”
“I don't know,” I sighed as I went to the door. “I keep stretching out the liberties I allow her to stave off being openly accused.”
“Never mind-I'll come in and break it up with tea in about ten minutes. That's obviously why she wants you to go to her room, to avoid being interrupted by me. You should be able to hang on to your little cherry for ten minutes, though!”
I left the room and went across to Jane's wondering if she was already awake and waiting for me.
I opened her door and peeped in; she was awake, all right. As I went over to her bed, she stretched, yawned, smiled up at me and threw back the bedclothes. She was quite naked.
She must have been awake for some time, as she seemed to have everything prepared. When I got to the side of the bed, I saw she had brushed her hair until it shone; she had a light make-up on and the smell of perfume was strong. Her nightie was draped over the end of the bed. She moved over and patted the space she had created.
“Get in beside me, mummy.”
Resignedly, I began to slide into the bed, but she stopped me.
“Take your nightie off, first, though.”
I hesitated, wondering if I ought to rebel and face the music. Then I weakened, shrugged and pulled the nightie off over my head, going hot all over as I stretched out, naked, beside her, as her eyes flashed first at my breasts and then down at my pubic hair. I steeled myself as she turned and pressed her own warm nakedness against mine, knowing that in normal circumstances I should have smacked her bottom soundly; she had obviously been playing, at least with her breasts; the nipples were hot and erect as they touched mine.
Her arms went round me as she pressed close, her open mouth making straight for mine. She drew her head back after the first kiss.
“Hold me, darling,” she whispered. “Hold me all nice and tight. I want to feel you lovely and bare against me.
I put my arms round her and our lips met again. I almost cursed my erotic nipples as I felt them stirring on hers. She felt it too, and rubbed her buds against them, her tongue active on my lips.
I tried but failed to analyse my feelings as I held that squirming bundle of slim nakedness in my arms. My heart and brain cried out for it to stop, but my body demanded that it continue. My mouth opened of itself, to be invaded immediately by Jane's tongue.
Hands stroked up and down my back, stopped at my buttocks, squeezed; fingers ran up and down the cleft, paused a fraction of an inch from my anus, as though she were deciding just how far she could go. She compromised by gripping my buttocks again and pulling me into her, so that our loins and the fronts of our thighs were in close contact, public hairs meshing.
Then she was pushing me on to my back, her mouth going for my breasts; I let her, feeling the nipples become huge between her sucking lips. I began to wonder how long I had been with her and hoping for Stella to come in any minute, as I felt the urge to clasp Jane's head and press her mouth even more tightly to my bosom. I shivered as her sprouting young pelt chafed against the tops o
f my thighs.
Then she was rolling from me, turning on to her back, trying to pull me on top of her.
“Come, mummy,” she panted, “do the same to me, darling. Oh, please do the same to me!” She got one arm round my neck and pulled my head down to her breast. I resisted, stopping with my face only an inch or two from one small, but very excited nipple. I couldn't, I thought. I told myself I had the slimmest of excuses, almost no excuse at all, for allowing the sucking of my own breasts-indulging an innocent, childish desire to re-experience the sensations of her infant days when I breast-fed her. But for me to suck on hers!
Then the decision was taken out of my hands as she suddenly thrust her breast upwards against my mouth, pulling down on my head at the same time. She was wriggling her shoulders, rubbing the breast across my lips, moaning for me to kiss it. I kissed it and tried to pull back, but I couldn't; the tender thing throbbed hot and stiff at my lips. Moaning with love and shame, I gently sucked it between them and laid my tongue against it, hearing an answering moan from Jane.
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