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Part 9.
We stayed at the barbecue for another hour or so. I insisted on this because I was having such a good time watching Sally squirm every time Richard came anywhere near her! She continued to put herself into positions where Richard could see down her blouse or down the back of her jeans. By the time I suggested that we should be going she was becoming agitated.
Richard and Donna waved us goodbye like we were long lost family, grinning stupidly as we strolled back to our own front door. As soon as we were inside Sally fell back against the door and heaved a sigh of relief.
“Thank God that’s over! Oh Steve, I know they’re your patients and
everything, but please tell me you don’t actually like them, not really, please?”
I laughed warmly. “No, I couldn’t claim to like them, or enjoy their company either. I suppose Richard’s ok, at a push, but Donna! My God, she has to be the cheapest, most tasteless woman I’ve ever met!”
Sally laughed with me. “How about her taste in jewellery? Classy, yes?”
“No! And what about her clothes? Her jeans didn’t leave much to the imagination, did they? And her top! Bloody hell! She looked like a dead-heat in a Zeppelin race!”
Sally shrieked with laughter, her face pink with pleasure. She came to me and kissed me deeply, her hands stroking my back then slipping down to grab my arse, pulling my groin in to hers.
“Let’s go to bed.” She breathed into my ear.
“You’re keen tonight.”
“You complaining?”
“No!”
In the bedroom she stripped urgently, standing before me naked. I kissed her and began to caress her back, slipping my hands down to her waist and then on to the shapely curves of her arse. She purred softly as my hands explored her body. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, her breath coming in a series of gasps and pants as her body began to respond to the programming.
“You are in the mood tonight, aren’t you? What’s got your motor running so smoothly? I would have thought that having to spend so much time with Richard would have put you right off?”
“Well, I, er…”
“You are turned on, aren’t you? I mean, this isn’t an act for my benefit, is it?”
“Oh God, no! No Steve, I’d never put on an act with you, oh I promise! No, the truth is that I really am feeling very, very randy!” She giggled deliciously.
“So you can put up with Richard after all?”
She looked thoughtful for a moment. “I can’t really explain this, but when he looks at me it makes my skin crawl, I’ve told you that?”
“Yes.”
“But tonight it turned me on.”
“You mean you liked Richard looking at you?”
“No! That’s the weird part. I still hate him looking at me, but it kind of turns me on too. See? I told you I was weird!”
“You mean you hate him looking at you but it turns you on at the same time?”
“Mmmm!” More laughter.
“When he looks at you, how do you feel?”
“It’s horrible. It’s like he’s undressing me with his eyes. I feel like a piece of meat. It’s humiliating, having to put up with him looking at me like that, I want to slap his face, but I know I can’t.”
“I think that’s what you like about it. I think you like the shame and humiliation. Am I right?”
“I, er, well I, er..”
“Just imagine if he could see you right now. How does that feel?”
“Steve!” Her hands flew up to cover her naked charms.
“Admit it. You get turned on when you think of him looking you over, don’t you?”
Her breasts rose and fell rapidly. She was fighting her own feelings, trying to deny them. Finally, she broke. “Yes. I suppose you’re right. I suppose I do like that feeling. Oh my God it’s so complicated. I don’t want him to see me naked, but I know he imagines me like that, and it turns me on. Do you want to fetch the straight-jacket now?”
“I think you should carry on going with the flow. If it turns you on to have Richard looking at you, carry on.”
She dropped her hands and crossed the short distance between us, then she slowly sank to her knees before me and began to open my jeans. In a moment she had freed my cock and was sucking lovingly on it as it stiffened.
I groaned, then lay back on the bed and let her go to work. She stripped me of my clothes in moments and resumed sucking and licking my shaft, stroking my balls. After several minutes she moved up to lay beside me, nuzzling into my neck, her hand stroking my stiff cock.
“Steve.” She breathed, “Put it up my bum again. Please. It was so lovely this morning. Please do it to me again. Hmmm?”
“Only if you tell me how much you like being ogled by Richard.” She gasped, burying her face in my neck still further.
“I mean it.”
She groaned. “I’ll get the Vaseline.” She said quietly. I watched her disappear into the bathroom, quickly returning with the glass jar. She smeared my cock with the thick gel, then began to rub it into her tight arse. Her eyes closed in pleasure as she forced her slippery fingers into her arse, then she turned from me, as she had done that morning. She looked over her shoulder at me, her thighs just far enough apart for me to see her hot slit.
“Come on my darling, stick that lovely cock of yours right up my arse. Come on baby, I want all your shaft in me. Fuck me up the shitter, come on!”
I took hold of her hips, placed my cock against her tight hole and began to push into her. She shuddered and started to come once again as I drove slowly into her.
“Tell me about Richard.” I demanded.
“Ohhhhhhh! He looks at me like he’s imagining how I look naked. All evening he kept looking down my blouse or down my jeans. It was awful.”
“Do you think he saw your tits?”
She gasped. “I don’t know, maybe.”
“Did he see your nipples?”
A groan. “I don’t think so. I hope not.”
“But he did see what colour knickers you had on?”
Her head dropped in shame, “Yes.” She whispered.
“And you liked that, didn’t you?” I said as I drove my cock up to the hilt into her tight arse.
Her arms gave way and her shoulders fell onto the bed, pushing her arse high into the air. I grabbed her hips and forced my cock as deep as it could go.
“Tell me how you liked it when Richard looked at you like that.”
“It made me feel so ashamed, like I was deliberately letting him look at me, showing myself off for his pleasure. I felt cheap and dirty, but I liked it too. It was almost like that was what I was there for, to amuse him, to please him.”
“You like to feel ashamed, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Barely a whisper.
“You like to be dirty, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“So would you like him to see you naked?”
She shuddered. “Oh God, I don’t know.”
“But you’d like to show off for him again, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“What would you like him to see next time?”
“Oh! I don’t know. Really I don’t.”
“Would you like him to see your naked tits?”
She groaned again.
“Or maybe you’d like him to see you in your knickers?”
“Oh Steve, please…”
She was squirming around beneath me, my cock deep in her arse. Her mind was troubled at the prospect of having to provide more amusement for Richard, but she was also undeniably turned on at the thought.
“Maybe I’ll invite him over tomorrow. Let him watch you in the shower or on the toilet.”
“Steve? Oh Jesus Christ Steve, oh I’m coming Steve.” She let out a wail of pleasure and then her body shook again as she climaxed. I drove my cock into her repeatedly until I came too, shooting my load into her bowels and then collapsing on the bed next to her.
As I started to drift off to sleep she snuggled up close to me, her hand gently stroking my chest.
“Steve?”
“Mmmm?”
“You didn’t mean it, did you?”
“Mean what?”
“All that about letting Richard see me in the shower and stuff?”
“It depends how I feel.”
“But Steve, I don’t want to do that. I know I said I’d try anything once, but I really don’t want him looking at me, please Steve.”
“It’s only a bit of fun. And besides, you get turned on when he looks at you, you just said so.”
“Yes I know, but that was tonight. I knew he was looking at me, but I don’t think he could see much. It’s not like I was in the nude or anything, but in the shower! That’s different. You won’t make me do that, will you Steve?”
“I’ll see. Maybe you could do something different?”
“Like what?”
“Well, maybe if you were to do some work in the garden, but perhaps wear something that would let him get a good view of your tits, maybe one of my vest tops? He’d be able to see them clearly if you wore one of those, wouldn’t he?”
I felt her shudder beside me. “My God! Would you really make me go out there wearing something like that? I’d feel like a total slut.” She fell silent for a moment. When I didn’t answer she said, “That would be enough, would it? You wouldn’t make me do anything else?”
“Well, maybe you could wear some really tight shorts as well, or even just a pair of knickers. Let him have a good look at you.”
“You’re saying I should go around the garden in just a pair of knickers and a loose top, letting him watch me? Letting him see me?”
“Sure, why not? You know you want to, really, don’t you.”
“I, er, no I, I don’t want to. I hate the idea of him looking at me.”
“But the thought of it makes you randy, doesn’t it?” I laughed.
“It’s not funny! You just want me to look a fool, don’t you. You want me to give Richard a flash of my boobs so you can both have a good laugh about me. Silly old Sally, gets her boobs out whenever there’s a man around. Can’t keep them in her top! That’s the sort of thing, isn’t it?”
“Tell me the idea of Richard seeing your tits doesn’t turn you on. Go on, tell me.” I demanded.
She looked at me, a denial forming on her lips, then her head dropped and she said sadly, “I can’t, can I? For all that it makes my skin crawl when he looks at me, it did turn me on to know he was looking down my top tonight. I knew he was doing it, and even though I hated it, I liked it at the same time.”
“So the idea of him seeing down your top, seeing your tits …?”
“Yes! It turns me on, are you happy now?” She yelled.
“So if I told you to do it tomorrow, you’d be out there like a shot, right?” I laughed again. She looked most uncomfortable!
“I don’t suppose I’d have any choice, would I?”
“No, my darling, no choice at all! Still, look on the bright side.”
“What bright side?”
“Richard is going to enjoy himself tomorrow, isn’t he?” I chuckled at the appalled look on her face, then switched out the light.
When I woke the next morning Sally had already risen. I stepped from our room into the bathroom and immersed myself in the shower. I grinned to myself as I thought of the changes to Sally in the last few days. She now found anal sex hugely exciting, begging me in the crudest language to give her this new pleasure. She was also becoming more and more aroused at the prospect of shame and humiliation.
One of the first times I opened her mind she revealed a fantasy about being naked in front of a variety of men. I had used that fantasy to completely demolish any semblance of her previous reserve. Now she stripped for me, masturbated for me, even shaved her pussy because she thought that was what I would like! She was spending this weekend fantasising about being spanked in front of an audience of mocking spectators, she had been forced to find the attentions of her next door neighbour strangely exciting, and she had already accepted the prospect of allowing Richard even more access to her charms.
As I soaped my body I began to stiffen. I toyed with the idea of bringing Sally to me to provide some relief, then thought about having a quick one off the wrist, and then I remembered that the girls would be back in just a few short hours. Plenty of time for lots of relief later, I laughed to myself.
I went downstairs and found Sally in a daydream at the breakfast table. “Penny for your thoughts?” I said, cheerfully. She jumped, then blushed a deep crimson.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing, really, really nothing at all.” She smiled a flustered smile. I couldn’t help it. I put her under then asked her, “What were you thinking about before I came in?”
“I was imagining I was in the garden. I was stark naked, and Richard was there, looking at me. He could see all of me, all of my body. I couldn’t get away, couldn’t cover myself up. He was grinning as he watched me, enjoying the show.”
“What else have you been thinking of this morning?”
“When I was still in bed I imagined that I was in a shop full of people. I’d just bought some new underwear, the kind I thought you’d like, but you didn’t like them at all. You shouted at me, calling me a silly little girl who wasted money all the time. Then you sat down in a chair and made me go over your knee. I had to pull my jeans and knickers down first, and there were some men watching. They were smiling, enjoying the show. I begged you not to punish me there, but you just pulled me over your knee and started to spank my bare bottom. I had to say how sorry I was, and how I would try to be better in future, and then I had to say how sorry I was to everyone watching, for making them see what a silly girl I was. Then I had to confess that I liked being spanked, and that it turned me on.”
“And how did you feel after you’d imagined that?”
“I felt really randy. I had to get up and go to the bathroom, and there I played with myself until I came. And all the time I was thinking about you spanking my bottom in the shop, in front of all those strangers.”
“I want you to carry on fantasising about being spanked. I want you to fantasise about being shamed and humiliated, being made to expose yourself, being made to let men see your body. You hate the idea of being naked in front of other men, but imaging it will make you very randy, ok?”
“Yes.”
I woke her up. As she was coming to terms with the latest programming I looked out of the window.
“It’s another nice day, Sal. I think you could do some more work in the garden today, like we discussed last night, ok?”
She blushed, then nodded. “I’ll go and get ready.” She moved towards the door, “Steve?”
“Yes.”
“You won’t leave me on my own with him, will you?”
“Don’t you worry, he won’t do anything more than look at you, I promise. You get ready and make a start, I have to go over and see him and the others. I’ll see you later, ok?”
She looked very doubtful, but left to get changed. I made my way to Richard’s house. As I expected, he greeted me like his best friend. Donna looked up and grinned to me as I entered. Hannah and Edward were nowhere to be seen.
“Kids out, are they?”
“Yes, both of them. Edwards playing golf, Hannah’s gone over to her boyfriend’s. Says they’re studying. I’m sure they are too, I’m just not sure what they’re studying.” He said with a frown.
“I’m sure she’s fine. She seems like a good girl to me.” I thought of her standing bare-arsed in front of me, and of her giving her boyfriend a hand-job, and smiled.
“We could fit in another session if you wanted to do one.” I said cheerfully.
“Oh God yes!” Richard said at once. We went upstairs to the spare room and I put him under once again. I gave him about two minutes therapy for his fear of flying, then started on him.
“Did you enjoy looking at Sally last night?”
“Mmmmm! She looked wonderful, didn’t she?”
“You had a chance or two to look down her blouse, didn’t you?”
He smiled, “Yes I did! Very nice it was too!”
“How much could you see?”
“Well I had a good look at the top of her tits, and once or twice I caught a glimpse of her nipples. Lovely!”
“Did you look down the back of her jeans as well?”
Another grin. “I couldn’t really help myself. She bent down to pick up her bowl and I just saw the waistband of her knickers. Nice white ones! I like white knickers on a woman.”
“So you enjoyed yourself last night then?”
“Yes, very much indeed!”
“Sally will be in the garden again later, you know. You could go and have an even better look today. She won’t object. In a way she likes it when you look at her, and there’s nothing wrong with you having a look, is there?”
“I guess not.”
“No, of course not. It’s practically your right to look her up and down, isn’t it?”
“I suppose so.”
“But only because I let you, right? It’s only because I’m such a good mate of yours that you can give Sally the once over, isn’t that right Richard?”
“Yes, that’s right. You really are a good friend to me Steve. I’m really grateful.”
“When I wake you, you will go and start doing some work in the garden, anything, it doesn’t matter what. Just stay out there watching Sally until I send Donna to get you, understand?”
“Right.”
I woke him. He looked over to me and smiled, “This really does make me feel so bloody good, my friend!”
“Good. That suggests to me that it’s working as it should. What are you doing now?”
“Got a few little jobs to do in the garden.” He grinned at me, then made his way downstairs. I looked out of the window to see Sally emerge from the house. As instructed, she was wearing one of my old, white vest tops and a pair of black knickers. Even from where I stood it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, and as she moved around I could tell that Richard was going to enjoy himself enormously.
Sally looked around, obviously very self-conscious about her near-nakedness, then started to tidy ‘round in the garden, sweeping leaves and other debris, her tits jiggling beautifully. She stiffened as she heard Richard approach, her arms clutched to her tits protectively. He started to chatter to her, clearly delighted at her appearance. After a minute or two she realised that she was going to have to move at some point, and resumed sweeping.
From where I stood I could see Richard rubbing his crotch as he watched Sally go about her tasks. When she turned away from him his eyes raked across her arse, so well displayed in her black knickers, swaying attractively as she moved around.
Before I’d left I’d given her instructions as to what jobs needed doing. Sorting out the flower beds had been one of these, and now she knelt as instructed and began to dig out weeds with her trowel and deadhead plants. Of course Richard could now see down her top all the way down to the waistband of her knickers! He was clearly enjoying his unobstructed view of her tits just as much as she was not!
I smiled to myself, enjoying the show. I was interrupted by Donna, who came into the room almost apologetically.
“Hiya! Everything ok is it? Richard said I was to pop up when I was ready, is it ok now?”
“Fine, Donna, come on in.”
She glanced out of the window and let out a startled squawk. “Fuckin’ hell, she’s showin’ off a bit today, isn’t she? Fuck! Normally she wraps up like a fuckin’ pensioner, now look at her, prancin’ around in her knickers, flashin’ her knockers around like some cheap stripper. What the fucks got into her then? My Richard won’t half have the horn now! Bitch! I’ve a good mind to go down there and…”
I put her under. I directed her to sit down and she slumped into a chair.
“Donna, you will answer all my questions with complete honesty, ok?”
“Yes.”
“And if I suggest you might like something, that will become your own thought. You will believe it was your own idea, understand?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t like the idea of Richard seeing Sally like that?”
“No. He’ll get all frisky and want his leg over from me. But he isn’t getting any, I can tell you. It’s like I told him, no babies, no nookie.”
“When did you stop taking the pill?”
“I haven’t, have I.”
“You mean you’re still taking the pill?”
“Yeah! I need Richard to agree to kids first, don’t I? I can’t take the chance he’ll throw me out if I get up the duff without his agreeing to it. I thought if he gave in, I could stop takin’ the pill an’ give him a chance to get used to the idea.”
I grinned. This was surprisingly sophisticated for Donna. It was time to have a little fun!
“Donna, you will keep on taking the pill, whatever Richard decides, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“But you will keep on refusing him sex until he agrees to have children with you. Right?”
“Yes.”
“You will try to climax using your toys, but they won’t work. You will not be able to climax using your toys, or when you masturbate, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“You will only be able to climax when you have sex with a man. You won’t have sex with Richard under any circumstances, and you will only be able to imagine having sex with another man. You won’t be able to do it, until I tell you so, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Donna, there’s nothing wrong with the way Sally is showing herself off to Richard, understand?”
“Yes.”
“You will accept that it is perfectly ok for Sally to dress in that way, and for Richard to enjoy himself looking at her, right?”
“Yes.”
“You will want to dress that way too. It will seem like a really sexy way to dress around the house. Of course, Richard and Edward will be able to see lots of your body, but that’s ok, isn’t it?”
“I suppose so.”
“Of course it is. It’s just fine for them or any other man to look at you in that way. It’s their right to look at you like that. It’s your duty to make yourself attractive to men, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“You want to make yourself attractive to me, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, you especially want me to notice you, don’t you? You like me very much, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And you want me to find you attractive. You’d really like that, right?”
“Yes.”
“When I wake you, you will go to your room, undress and change into the sort of things you’ve seen Sally wearing, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“You won’t notice me in there with you at all, you will think you are on your own, understand?”
“Yes.”
I counted her awake and she sat up and smiled at me. Then without a word she stood and walked to her bedroom. I followed her and took a seat as she started to undress. Her T-shirt went first, she peeled it off like it was a second skin. Beneath she wore a blue, lacy bra. She opened the catch and let it drop into her hands, then she casually dropped it onto a chair.
Her tits were spectacular! Firm, fleshy globes set high on her chest, each topped by a pink nipple, and aureole which must have been two inches in diameter. She opened her jeans and started to wriggle her way out of the incredibly tight denim, causing her tits to jiggle attractively. She managed to push her jeans down to mid thigh, revealing a black thong, then sat on the bed and removed them completely. She quickly removed her thong then stood and walked casually to her bedside cabinet.
Her arse was plump and shapely, like an over-ripe peach! I imagined how her body would feel, her tits, her arse. I was looking forward to finding out. She finished looking in her bedside cabinet and turned to face me, a pair of lacy, black French knickers in her hand.
She had shaved most of her pubic hair, leaving a thin strip leading down to her slit, perhaps half an inch wide. I grinned to myself as I noted that her remaining pubes were a dull, mousy colour, somewhere between blonde and brown. I had been right when I guessed her hair colour came out of a bottle!
She pulled on the knickers, wriggling her hips once again, making her tits jiggle. She pulled her knickers into place, then turned to admire herself in the mirror. She admired her reflection, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples before turning and looking over her shoulder at the view from behind. She had pulled her knickers up so far that her plump cheeks were half-exposed. She seemed to like this look, as she smiled to herself before moving to Richard’s side of the room. She rummaged around in a chest of drawers for a moment before she finally found what she had been looking for, a khaki coloured vest, which she pulled over her head.
I took in the view. The lose fit of her vest ensured that I was able to see her tits and their oversized nipples. From behind I could see half her arse cheeks as they hung out of the French knickers. She looked exceptionally cheap, which was what she was!
As she prepared to leave the room I put her under again.
“Donna, how do you feel dressed like that?”
“I feel almost naked! God! I never go around with so little on, except when I’ve got my bikini on, of course, but even that doesn’t show this much!”
“I want you to feel that you like this. It’s exciting! It will make Richard and Edward look at you, me as well. It would make any man look at you and want you. That’s good, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“You like to be wanted, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, of course. You like to be wanted, you like to be looked at. It’s what you’ve got a body for, isn’t it, to make men look at you?”
“Yes.”
“You want to please Richard. You want to be attractive to any man you meet, especially when you’re at home. You like showing off your body for Richard and Edward, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“When I wake you, I want you to count to ten, then meet me downstairs in the living room. You will enjoy the fact that I’m looking at your body. You will find it very, very sexy, understand?”
“Yes.”
I counted her awake, then made my way downstairs. She followed moments later, her tits jiggling as she came down each stair.
“Well don’t you look something special?” I grinned. She flushed with pleasure. “Let’s have a look at you then.” She turned slowly ‘round, displaying her body for my enjoyment.
“Wonderful! I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you make us a nice cup of tea while I go and talk to Richard?”
She grinned, “Sure thing!”
I made my way to the garden, where Richard was leaning happily on the fence engaging Sally in meaningless conversation. I stood next to Richard and looked over the fence. As Sally looked up at me I could see straight down her top. Her lovely tits were completely exposed, and I knew Richard would have enjoyed the view.
Richard looked delighted, Sally looked edgy, but she continued to work on the flowerbed, giving us both a perfect view of her tits. After a moment or two I said, “Richard, I need a quick word inside, you don’t mind, do you Sal?”
“No, no of course not, I don’t mind at all!“ Sally breathed with relief.
I took Richard into the conservatory of his home then put him under.
“Richard, have you enjoyed looking at Sally?”
“Not half! God that woman’s got a lovely pair of tits. I could look at them all day!”
“She does look good dressed like that, doesn’t she?” I grinned, “You know, it’s only because I’m such a good friend to you that you are able to enjoy these views of Sally, isn’t it?”
“Well yes. I mean, there’s no way I’d get this sort of chance if you weren’t such a good mate. If there’s ever anything I can do to pay you back, mate, you only need to say.”
“Well thanks Richard, I’ll remember that. Tell me, how would you feel if Donna were to dress the way Sally is right now?”
His brow furrowed. “I don’t know about that!”
“Richard, there’s nothing wrong with Donna dressing like that, especially if it’s to amuse me, isn’t that right?”
“Well, I er..”
“I’m your best friend, aren’t I?”
“Yes.”
“And you’d do anything for me right?”
“Anything, absolutely!”
“So it can’t be a problem for Donna to dress up to amuse me, can it?”
He gave a relaxed smile, “No, of course not.”
“And if I gave her the odd feel, that wouldn’t be a problem, would it?”
Another smile, “No. No that wouldn’t be a problem.”
“In fact, you’d like it if Donna and me were close, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, of course. You’d like nothing better than for me to have Donna, wouldn’t you? That would be perfectly normal, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes.”
I woke him up and watched as he assimilated the new information. It only took a moment or two, which was just as well because very shortly afterwards Donna came tottering out with a tray of tea.
“Here we go then. Nice cup of tea.” She twittered. As she bent over to place the tray on the table I had the most glorious view of her tits. Richard saw me looking of course, but when I made eye contact with him he just grinned and winked. I grinned back, naturally!
“Is Sally going to join us?” Donna asked.
“I’ll go and get her.” I said.
I made my way to Sally, still working in the garden. I just had time to put her under and instruct her that it was perfectly normal for her and Donna to be wandering around practically naked, then took her ‘round to Richard’s place.
Once again he thoroughly enjoyed casting his eyes over her body. Every time she moved his gaze fell to her exposed tits, and when she stood to put her cup back on the tray his eyes immediately fell on her arse, the firm, pink cheeks of which were now exposed as her knickers had ridden up into her crack. She realised at once, hooking them out with a finger before sitting back down hurriedly.
I enjoyed the scene for several more minutes. Richard enjoying his examination of Sally, and happy that Donna was putting on a show for his best friend. He kept glancing over at me, once even giving me the ‘thumbs up’ sign as Donna bent in front of me, her tits swinging gently as she poured more tea! I especially enjoyed Sally’s discomfort. She kept shifting in her seat, smoothing her vest top back into place, trying to keep her assets covered, all to no avail for every time she moved she gave Richard another look at them.
Finally I decided that it was time to head home. Sally didn’t need telling twice. As soon as I said we had to be going she stood and made her way to the front door, Richard’s eyes on her knicker-clad arse all the way. Donna put her arms ‘round me and gave me a hug, “Thanks Steve, I feel ever so much better now.”
“My pleasure!” I grinned, then reached down and gave her arse a squeeze. She giggled like a naughty schoolgirl and wriggled her plump little arse. I glanced over at Richard, who had clearly seen what I’d just done, but again, he just grinned.
Sally hurried from Richard’s house to her own, anxious that no one see her in her state of near nakedness. As soon as we were inside and the front door closed she turned on me.
“What was all that about?” She yelled.
“What do you mean?”
“You and that ridiculous creature next door. You couldn’t take your eyes off her, could you. Not that I’m surprised, not when she’s practically forcing her chest in your face, but you could have been a bit less obvious about it. You could have considered my feelings. And did my eyes deceive me or did you touch her backside as we left?”
I laughed at her outrage, “I may have given her a little pat, yes. Don’t get so uptight about it, it’s only a bit of fun, Sal.”
“Fun? You think I’m having fun with that bastard’s eyes all over me? You think I’m having a good time having to let him have a good look at me?”
“We both know you’re enjoying yourself, don’t we? You may not like it when he’s looking at you, but you like the shame of it, don’t you? That’s the thing with you, isn’t it? You like to be embarrassed. You like to be shamed and humiliated. Admit it.”
“I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to have to let him see me like this again.”
“Too bad. You’ll do as you’re told, right? And if you ever yell at me like that again I’ll put you over my knee and treat you like the brat you are, got that?”
She gasped with shock. My threat resonated deeply within her. I saw her nipples stiffen in response. “But, but, you can’t make me, I mean, you wouldn’t make me do it if I didn’t want to, would you? Steve, why would you want another man to look at me like that? Is it a deal between the two of you? That’s it, isn’t it? He gets to look at me, and you get to play with little miss cleavage? God, how bloody cheap!”
“You’ll show yourself off to him because I tell you to. Because I like seeing you squirm like that, and because I know you like it. There is no deal between us you stupid bitch. Whatever I choose to do to Donna is a separate issue, and none of your business, but you’ll put on a show for Richard whenever he’s around you because that’s what I want you to do, right?”
“None of my business? How can you say that?”
I’d had enough. I put her under.
“You’re being ridiculous again, making such a fuss about me and Donna, aren’t you?”
“I suppose so, but I hated watching you look at her. I hated seeing you looking at her boobs. It was awful.”
“But I have a perfect right to do that, don’t I?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll just have to accept the fact that I can look at Donna or any other female any time I like. I can do anything I like to Donna, and you will just have to live with that, isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
“And you’ll let Richard have a good look at you any time he likes, because that’s his right, isn’t that correct?”
“Yes.”
“When I wake you, you will feel ashamed of yourself for having made such a fuss. You’ll feel foolish for behaving in such a way. You will realise that you have made me very angry by behaving in this way, and you will want to apologise to me, understand?”
“Yes.”
“When you wake you will think that I have just left you in this room. I left you because I was so angry, understand?”
“Yes.”
I left her to count to twenty before waking, and went upstairs. I went into the spare room and looked out of the window. I could see Donna and Richard in their garden, she was still dressed in her French knickers and vest, her tits continually escaping from the side of her top.
After a few moments the door opened slowly. “Steve? Steve can I talk to you please? Oh my love I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, I don’t know what came over me. I was just being silly, I can see that now.”
“Yes, well, I don’t want any of that again, Sal.”
She hung her head in shame like a naughty little girl, “I’m sorry.” She whispered. “It was wrong of me to yell at you like that. I really am sorry. I shouldn’t get so upset about you looking at Donna. I know I’m being unreasonable, but I just couldn’t help it. It won’t happen again, Steve, I promise.”
“And what about Richard looking at you?”
“That too. I don’t know why I was so angry about it, like you said it’s just a bit of fun. No harm done.” She forced a thin smile.
“And you do get turned on when he looks at you, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Are you turned on now?”
“Yes.” Barely a whisper.
“Because he’s been looking at your tits all morning, hasn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll bet he’s had the time of his life! He’s been looking right down your top all morning. He’s been looking at your naked tits. How does that make you feel?”
“Please Steve.”
“I bet you’re as randy as hell right now, aren’t you?” I reached out and stroked her breast. She gasped, her eyelids flickered. “I bet if I were to pull your knickers down right now I’d find your pussy was soaking, isn’t that right?”
She shuddered, “Please Steve. Please don’t.”
“Don’t what? Don’t pull your knickers down, or don’t make you admit that you’re randy?”
“I, er, I don’t want to, er I mean, oh God Steve, please don’t….”
“Tell me how it made you feel when you knew he was looking at your tits?”
“I wanted to cover myself, I wanted to run away, but I couldn’t. I just had to stay there, pretending it wasn’t happening. I had to be nice to him and keep on talking to him as though nothing unusual was happening.”
“But you liked it at the same time.”
“Yes. I felt a thrill run through me. The sort of thrill you get when you do something wrong, but you know you want to do it anyway!”
“You’re seriously turned on now, aren’t you?”
She groaned softly, “Yes.” She whispered.
“Go and get your toys and bring yourself off in here.”
Her face flushed, but she quickly turned and left the room, returning a moment later with her vibrator and clit stimulator. She pulled off her vest and slipped her knickers to the floor, then lay back on the bed and began to stroke her pussy lips, which were wet and swollen. As she found her clit she let out a long, sibilant hiss, “Yesssssssssssssss!”
She began to slip the black plastic into her pussy, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Then she began to slowly fuck herself with the long shaft. After a minute or two of this she switched the toy on and let out a long, low moan as the vibrations ran through her.
“If you get like this just letting him see your tits, imagine how you’ll feel when I let him see you doing this.”
Her eyes flew open in shock, her hands
frozen, immobile. “What do you mean
‘when’ you let him watch me doing this.
Steve you wouldn’t let him see me like this? Oh God you couldn’t!”
“Just imagine he’s sitting where I am. He can see every intimate inch of you, and you’re going to bring yourself off for his amusement. Imagine how that’s going to feel.”
She shuddered again, as if suddenly chilled to the bone. She began to work the vibrator in and out of her pussy again. She stroked her clit, gasping with pleasure.
“Oh God Steve! Oh I don’t think I could ever do that. Oh imagine the shame. Oh, the shame of it! Oh he’d be able to see every last bit of me. Oh God! Oh I’d be so ashamed, oh how awful. Oh I’d never be able to look at him again, Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh Steeeeeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
She shrieked as her orgasm hit, clamping her legs together, her hips bucking and writhing, eyes closed, wailing and crying. Her climax seemed to go on for ages, and then she finally relaxed, slipping the vibrator from her slit she turned away from me and curled up into a ball, sobbing gently.
I left her sobbing and made my way downstairs. I wanted to have a quick word with Richard and Donna, so I went to the garden fence and called them over. I quickly put them both under, then told Donna that she would have to get dressed before Edward and Hannah came home. I told them I would need to speak to their children first. I didn’t explain why, and of course they never asked! I gave them a couple of instructions, then woke them both up.
Richard immediately left to get on with some work indoors, as I’d instructed. Donna sidled close to me as I leant on the fence between our two houses.
“I feel ever so much better since you’ve been treating me, Steve.” She said seductively, “I’m ever so grateful.”
“I’m glad it’s working for you.”
She edged closer still. I could smell her cheap perfume. Her tits were just an inch or two from my arms, I could practically feel her body heat.
“You look really good in that top, Donna. Very sexy.”
“Thank you.” She purred, “You don’t think it’s too much?”
I reached out my hand and cupped her right tit. She gasped but made no move to stop me. “No, it’s not too much. It’s just fine.” I felt her nipple start to stiffen as I weighed the heavy breast in my hand. I reached for the side of the garment, pulling it towards me and causing her tit to escape.
“Oooh!” She giggled, “Oooh, you are naughty!”
“You don’t mind, do you?”
Another giggle, “No, I don’t mind. Only because it’s you, mind! I don’t let just anyone do that.”
“I’m sure you don’t.” I said as I ran my thumb over her nipple, watching as it started to stiffen. She sighed happily as I played with her exposed tit. This was so easy! Just a couple of sessions and I had them both where I wanted them. A couple more with the kids and I’d have the whole family!
I let go of Donna’s tit, pulling her top back into place, and sent her after Richard. I promised I’d call on them all on Monday evening, then turned to go back into the house. There stood Sally, now dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, watching, a confused look on her face. No doubt she had watched me fondling Donna, and her programmed brain was competing with her natural instincts which were to kill either or both of us!
As I walked past her I said, “Every thing ok now?”
“Fine! Just fine. Steve? Did you really mean all that stuff about letting Richard watch me like that?”
“It worked, didn’t it? You had the best orgasm in ages imagining that, didn’t you?”
“That’s why you did that? To make me get off on the idea? You never really meant to make me do that?”
I decided to let her off the hook, just for a little while! “No, of course not!”
She practically gushed with relief, “Oh thank God for that! Oh you really had me worried there. Oh Jesus!”
“The idea sent you into orbit though, didn’t it? I knew it would, that’s why I did it!”
She sauntered over to me and put her arms around my neck, “The things you do to me! God!, I never knew I could be like this. Six months ago I couldn’t have done that for anyone, now I’ll happily play with my little toys while you play with my mind! And as for showing myself off like I did earlier, I think I would have rather have died than done that!”
“It’s like I’ve said lots of times already, Sal, you’re a very sexy lady. You just needed the right man to bring it out of you.”
“Mmmmm!” She laughed, running her fingers over my crotch, “Speaking of bringing things out!” She began to open my zip. I put my hand over hers.
“Not yet. Later, when the girls are back. I promised them a welcome back with a difference, remember?”
She laughed, “What have you got in mind then?”
“Oh, I’ll think of something. Whatever we do, I want you in there to watch, ok?”
She gasped, “Are you sure?”
“You can sit and play with yourself while I pleasure the girls, won’t that be nice?”
She flushed, then turned away, busying herself with preparing food. I grinned and went to watch some TV.
A couple of hours later and the girls arrived with their father. David and I exchanged polite greetings, then Sally and David exchanged less pleasant ones. The girls stood and watched, clearly uncomfortable with the tension. I excused myself, not wanting to be a part of their sniping and went to the kitchen to pour a drink. I had the perfect angle to examine the girls as I sipped my drink.
David had obviously taken them shopping, as they were both wearing new things. Helen had on a pair of very figure hugging jeans, which showed off the plump cheeks of her arse to perfection, and a new T-shirt which clung to her budding tits. Sandra had on a pair of bright yellow shorts and a blue polo shirt, both of which emphasised her youth. They both looked delicious!
As Sally and David continued their sparring, Helen looked around, seeking me out. As our eyes met she looked at me adoringly and smiled. I grinned back, feeling my cock twitch.
Finally, Sally and David appeared to have reached the end of their argument. David claimed hugs and kisses from the girls as he prepared to leave, then made for the door. The girls watched from the front door as he drove away. As soon as his car was out of sight they slammed the door closed and fell on me.
“Oh it was awful, just awful.” Helen complained. “He made us go with him and his girlfriend to this dreadful shopping arcade.”
“Yes, and all the shops were really tacky.” Chimed Sandra.
“And he made us choose something. He wouldn’t let it go, we had to have something.” Helen barked.
“And we didn’t want to get anything because it was all so crappy.” Sandra said.
“And he wanted us to be nice to her, but we wouldn’t because she’s such a bitch.”
“Helen!” Sally complained.
“Well she is, isn’t she Sand?”
“Mmmm, yeah, total bitch!” Sandra agreed.
I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing. All three of then turned to me, angry looks on their faces.
“What’s so funny?” Helen demanded.
“Oh, nothing.” I giggled.
“Get him!” Sandra yelled, and they both threw themselves on me. Within moments all four of us were laughing and giggling. Finally they collapsed on me, gasping and panting for breath, still laughing.
“You won’t make us go there again, will you mum?” Helen asked.
“We’ll see.” Sally said.
“We didn’t want to go this time, but you made us.” Sandra said angrily.
“Yes, and you made us go too.” Helen said, turning to me.
“But you said you’d make it up to us when we got back.” Sandra grinned.
“Yes, you did.” Helen agreed.
There was a pause as they all looked at me. I said nothing, just smiled.
“Well?” The girls said in unison.
“Well, I suppose a deal is a deal.” I laughed. “Why don’t we go upstairs and discuss it some more? We’ll use your room, Sal. You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, I don’t mind at all.” Sally smiled at us all.
“Then let’s go.” I said, getting up from the sofa and bounding up the stairs. The girls followed at once and within a few moments all three of us stood in the man bedroom. Helen came to me at once, but I held her back and said, “I want your mum here to see this.”
A moment later and Sally appeared in the doorway. She coughed nervously, as if afraid of intruding.
“Come on it and join us Sal.” I said, cheerfully. She entered quietly, closed the door behind her and took a seat in the corner.
“Well now, for starters I think all you lovely girlies should lose your clothes, don’t you? I want to have a good look at you.”
Helen and Sandra both giggled and began to struggle out of their clothes. I looked over at Sally, who hadn’t moved. “That means you too, Sal.” I smiled.
She sighed, then stood and began to undress. She lifted her T-shirt to reveal bra-less tits, then pulled the garment over her head and dropped it onto the floor next to her chair. Then she opened her jeans and pushed them down to her knees in one swift movement. She sat down, pulled her jeans off, then stood again and pushed her clean, white knickers down over her hips and let them slide down to her ankles, where she stepped out of them.
The girls watched in fascination. As soon as she was naked, Sally smiled sweetly at us all, then sat down, but not before she had been scrutinised by her daughters.
“Mum! What happened to your hair?” Helen demanded.
“What do you mean?” Sandra asked.
“Her hair, the hair on her pussy, it’s gone!” Helen said, a note of astonishment in her voice.
“What?” Sandra demanded, “Let me see!”
To my surprise, Sally laughed. “If you must know, I shaved it off.” She said simply.
“Why?” Helen asked.
“Because Steve likes it that way, don’t you darling?”
Both girls looked sharply at me. “I certainly do, my love!” I grinned.
Helen looked suddenly sullen. “You never told me you liked that. I’d have shaved mine too if you’d told me.”
“I like yours with hair. I like your mum’s without.” I looked at Sandra, “And I like yours with or without, ok?”
They both nodded. “Now, are you going to get your knickers off, or are we going to stand around here talking all day?”
They both giggled, then resumed stripping. Sandra evidently thought this was some sort of race, as she almost tore her clothes off. Her shorts were quickly discarded and her polo shirt thrown across the room. Finally she pulled her pale blue knickers down and tossed them aside. She stood before me briefly, then turned a pirouette, showing off her lithe young body. I heard Sally sigh as she watched her youngest display herself.
Helen dragged her T-shirt over her head and pulled off her bra, revealing her plump, half-formed tits. Then she started to wriggle out of her jeans, pushing the tightly fitting denim down over her hips. They slowly descended, taking her plain white knickers with them, her thin bush now on display. She bent from the waist to drag her jeans and knickers over her feet, then threw them aside and stood looking at me, a broad smile on her face.
“Your turn!” She said. “I want to see your lovely, erm, you know, your er…”
“Cock.” Sally prompted from the corner of the room. “And I agree with you love, it is lovely! Come on Steve, don’t disappoint your audience, we all want to see it!”
I quickly undressed and stood before the three of them, my cock twitching at the sight of such delectable pussy! Helen took a step towards me, but I motioned for her to step back.
“No, stay there, there’s something I want to do.” They looked at each other, then back at me.
“I want all three of you to kneel down on the bed. You’re such a sexy little trio, I want to see all of you together.”
Helen and Sandra giggled, Sally smiled. Then they all made their way to the bed and knelt down on all fours. What a fantastic display! Their three, bare arses presented for my inspection. I stood back and took in the view. On my right, Sally’s firm, rounded cheeks and her bare slit, in the middle, Sandra’s slim, supple arse and her hot little pussy, so tight! Finally, on my left, Helen’s plump, shapely arse and her slit with it’s covering of downy pubes.
My cock started to inflate. I stepped forward and ran my hand over Sally’s arse. She shuddered and gasped as I slid my hand between her legs and cupped her pussy. With my other hand I ran a thumb tip along Sandra’s slit. I smiled as she wriggled her hips in response. I slowly inserted a finger into Sally’s cunt, then did the same to Sandra. I let my thumbs rest on both their arse-holes, and rotated my fingers in their cunts. They both thrust their hips back onto my fingers in response.
I pulled my fingers from their hot tunnels and moved along the line! I ran my finger tips along the line of Helen’s pussy, noting that it was already wet, then pushed a finger into her. She let out a low moan as I sank my finger into her, and then I resumed playing with Sandra’s tight little honey pot. I was having the time of my life! I played with all three pussies to my heart’s content, stroking their clits, tickling their arses. Wonderful! Within a short time all three of them were panting and gasping as I played with their most intimate places.
“Now, I think it’s time for something different.” I announced. They all looked over their shoulders at me, a sight so appealing I almost came!
I pointed at the girls. “You two, go to work on each other, Sally, you give me a suck.”
Helen and Sandra immediately got into the classic ‘sixty-nine’ position, with Helen on the bottom, Sandra on top. Sally looked on, fascinated, until I told her to get a move on. She sank to her knees in front of me and took my throbbing cock into her mouth. She was clearly aroused, as she sucked on my cock with obvious enthusiasm, here eyes constantly darting around, trying to catch sight of what her daughters were doing to each other! I took in the view as the two girls began to pleasure each other. Within moments the room resounded to their gasps and moans as they thrust their tongues into each other’s pussies, each pushing her hips towards the other’s mouth. It was a sight straight from pervert heaven!
After a few minutes of this I signalled for Sally to stop and return to her seat. She did so with obvious reluctance, gazing longingly at my stiff cock as she retreated to the corner. Helen and Sandra were completely engaged as I approached them. I positioned myself at the entrance to Sandra’s pussy. Helen immediately began to lick and kiss my balls as I prepared to enter her sister.
I slowly pushed my cock into Sandra’s tight hole. She shuddered and groaned into Helen’s pussy, causing Helen to gasp and moan. I took hold of Sandra’s hips, slowly driving my cock deep into her. From the corner of the room I heard Sally groan.
I began to fuck Sandra using slow, deep strokes. I didn’t want to come in her, and I didn’t want to give her too much too soon. I needn’t have worried! She arched her back and pushed her hips back onto my cock, forcing me into her. She cried and moaned into her sister’s pussy, making Helen gasp with pleasure as she kissed and licked my balls.
After a few minutes of fucking Sandra I decided on a change of position. I pulled out of Sandra and moved around until my cock was waving in her face. She looked up at my cock, still covered with her pussy juices, and smiled. Without urging she took my cock into her mouth, sucking on my glans with the same enthusiasm I’d recently enjoyed from her mother!
I rubbed at Helen’s stiff clit, enjoying watching her writhe around, her mouth clamped to Sandra’s pussy. I grasped hold of her thighs, lifting her hips off the bed and positioning my cock at the entrance to her pussy, then drove in suddenly and deeply. Her body contracted and shook. She wailed into Sandra’s pussy as she came, which drove Sandra over the edge, and she too climaxed. As the two girls shook with pleasure I glanced over at Sally who was sitting back in her seat, legs spread wide as she gently stroked her glistening, wet pussy. Her eyes were fixed on the three of us, locked in the throes of pleasure.
For the next few minutes I fucked Helen, enjoying her moans as she licked her sister’s pussy. Sandra continued to lick Helen’s clit, flicking her tongue over my shaft as it drove into Helen’s pussy. Occasionally I would pull my cock out of Helen and she would take me into her mouth hungrily, sucking on my cock until I pulled it from her before driving into Helen again.
I felt my orgasm building. Another glance at Sally and I saw that she was totally transfixed by the tableau before her. I started to come, shooting my load into Helen’s pussy, then pulled out and shot a string of come across Sandra’s pretty face. She reacted immediately, grasping my slippery shaft and forcing me into her mouth where I continued to shoot. She swallowed every drop, grunting with pleasure as Helen continued to lick at her clit. I heard a gasp and a moan from the corner of the room and saw Sally convulse in pleasure as she climaxed.
As my climax subsided I lay back on the bed and watched as Helen and Sandra continued to lick each other. Sandra seemed determined to lick her sister completely clean of my come, her tongue darting frantically into Helen’s pussy. Helen was gasping with pleasure, her mouth covering Sandra’s hot little slit, her hands caressing her arse.
As I watched, Helen began to buck her hips, thrusting them upward to meet Sandra’s writhing tongue. She began to moan louder and louder, “Oh, oh, oh, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” She clamped her legs together on Sandra’s head and shook violently as she climaxed. I saw Sally watching, fascinated, as Helen continued to moan and shake. And then Helen lay back on the bed, gasping for breath. Sandra looked up from her sister’s pussy and smiled, her face glistening with Helen’s pussy juices and my come.
She crawled over to me and lay down next to me, her arms around my waist. Together we watched Helen slowly recover, her breathing gradually steadying. I reached out and stroked the buds of her tits. She looked up at me and smiled, then began to stroke my chest, her hand gradually moving lower towards my cock. She took hold of my shaft and examined it, a thoughtful look on her face.
“Mum’s right, it is lovely, your cock. I love how it feels, and I love the way it grows when you stroke it.”
“I like that too!” I grinned.
Sandra began to wank me, slowly, deliberately. I felt my cock start to stiffen again, and in moments I was fully erect, my cock throbbing as she continued to play with it. “Mmmm, nice!” Helen purred and moved up the bed to join us. The two of them then began to stroke and wank me, stroking my balls. Then Helen began to plant small, wet kisses on my scrotum as Sandra stroked my shaft up and down.
Sandra quickly joined her sister and took my glans into her mouth, sucking and licking urgently. I sighed in contentment and gave myself over to the pleasure of the moment. After a few minutes I repositioned the girls so that their arses were towards me, then they resumed their loving attentions. This time Helen was sucking my cock and Sandra licking and kissing my balls. I looked over to see Sally once again positioned with her legs spread wide, this time with her fingers buried deep in her pussy. She was watching the three of us in fascination.
I started to play with their pussies, pushing their legs apart and spreading their lips. I found their clits and began to tease and tickle their sensitive buds. They squealed and giggled, wriggling their young arses as I stimulated them. I slipped my thumb up Helen’s cunt and she groaned, pushing her hips back onto my hand, forcing my thumb into her. She began to suck and wank my cock with a new urgency, bobbing her head down onto my shaft. I pressed my other thumb down onto Sandra’s clit. She immediately began to writhe around, grinding her clit onto my thumb. I could feel her hot breath as she licked and kissed my balls.
Helen gently pushed her sister away, then moved to straddle me. She positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy then sank down with a contented sigh. She began to rock her hips back and forth, her eyes closed in concentration, her hair falling around her face. Sandra straddled my legs then reached ‘round and cupped Helen’s tits, rolling her nipples between thumb and finger. Helen shuddered and moaned, grinding her hips down onto me. Sandra then dropped one hand and began to stroke Helen’s pussy lips, stroking my shaft at the same time. She quickly found Helen’s clit and began to rub the stiff little button.
Helen leaned back against her sister and sighed happily, rocking her hips, her face a picture of pleasure. I took in the scene, Helen’s naked body on top of me, my cock deep in her pussy, Sandra’s hands playing with her tits and clit. I heard Sally climaxing again in the corner, and then Helen’s thrusts began to increase in speed. She began to grind her hips down onto my cock with increasing urgency, and she began to gasp and moan repeatedly, “Oh God, oh yes, oh God, oh yes.”
Sandra’s fingers were still rubbing away at her clit and rolling her nipples. Suddenly, Helen came. She shrieked with pleasure and forced her hips down onto me as hard as she could. She grabbed hold of Sandra’s hand, jamming it between her thighs, her entire body rocked by a series of jolts, her mouth open wide, eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration. She stayed frozen, immobile for several seconds, then fell forward onto me, gasping for breath.
Sandra giggled. “Wow! That looked like a nice one!”
Helen smiled, still too overwhelmed by her orgasm to respond. She rolled off me and lay beside me with a contented sigh. Sandra’s eyes immediately went to my stiff cock. She grinned, then shuffled forward until she was in position, then lowered herself on to me as her sister had done. I felt her warm, tight tunnel sinking down onto my shaft. She lowered herself in stages, bobbing her hips down on to me, gasping with each downward thrust, “Oh, oh, oh, oh…”
I reached out a hand and slipped my finger between her legs. I found her clit and began to slowly circle my fingertip around it. She giggled again, “Ooooh! That’s nice! Oh yes, ohhhh!” Then pushed her hips down still further. She began to fuck me with a steady rhythm, still gasping with each stroke. I reached out with my other hand and began to tease her small, puffy nipples. She gasped again.
Helen then joined in the fun, stroking Sandra’s tits, then running her hands over her small, young arse. She pushed my hand away and began to expertly tease and stroke Sandra’s clit, causing Sandra to cry out with pleasure. I felt another climax coming and took hold of Sandra’s hips, rocking her back and forth to my own rhythm.
“Are you going to come in me, Steve?” She cried out.
“Oh yes!” I grinned. Sandra shuddered.
“Yes! Give it to her Steve, come in her. Shoot it deep into her Steve, do it, do it, do it!” Helen chanted.
I thrust my hips up, driving my cock deep into her and started to climax. As she felt the first spurts hit her pussy she gasped, then started to climax herself, her eyes wide open, as if in shock.
“Oh yesssssssssss!”
I fell back on the bed, totally spent. My softening cock slipped from Sandra’s pussy as she fell to one side, lying next to me, a vague smile playing across her features.
Helen lay next to her, stroking her hair gently. As Sandra began to recover Helen leant forward and whispered something in her ear. Sandra grinned, then Helen smiled too as Sandra nodded, sleepily. As I watched Helen began to make her way down Sandra’s body, then positioned herself between her thighs.
She began to gently lick at Sandra’s pussy lips, slowly inserting her tongue, lapping her juices up. Sandra sighed happily, opening her legs further as she did so, giving her sister easier access. Sandra turned to me and smiled. “Helen loves the taste of your come.” She explained, “And I love it when she licks me, so we’re both happy!”
In moments she was gasping again as Helen pushed her tongue deep into her, licking out my come. She quickly straddled Sandra’s face and pushed her pussy down onto her face. Sandra responded at once, licking at Helen’s pussy. They continued to lick at each other for several minutes, then they both came, almost simultaneously, before collapsing onto the bed once more.
They both started to drift off to sleep, contented smiles on their faces.
“Welcome home girls.” I grinned. They were already asleep, their bodies entwined around each other. I covered them with a duvet then made for the bedroom door. Sally was still in her seat, legs wide, her fingers a blur as she brought herself off yet again. I smiled at her, then went to the spare room. Sally followed some minutes later. As she snuggled into the bed beside me she whispered, “That was the most fantastic thing I ever saw! Thank you for letting me watch my darling.”
“My pleasure.” I grinned.
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