I left Brighton early on
Sunday evening after spending an obscene amount of time doing obscene things
with Lora and Charlie. Having heard about the all-girl party they’d attended I
couldn't help but feel that I needed to catch up with my colleague in terms of
some of the things she’d experienced and I hadn’t. Not least amongst those
things was the whole strap-on thing.
During the morning and
afternoon the three of us took turns in every possible combination and I say with
my hand on my heart that, unlike at Christmas, it’s far better to receive than
to give. It feels wonderful to get fucked
by a girl. The thrusts are awesome, the knowledge that the movement is backed
by her body weight feels wonderful. As I lay face down on Lora’s bed with my
arse in the air and the dildo deep in my cunt, with the movement of the redhead
forcing my face against my colleague’s pussy, I thought I’d arrived in Lesbo
Heaven. When we swapped and I took my turn behind Charlie, although I knew and
loved that I was giving her similar enjoyment, for me it was all purely
psychological pleasure. Don’t get me wrong. I’d be perfectly happy to do it all
again and again, but there’s not the physical stimulation for the fucker as for
the fuckee and it feels a little one sided. (We
were probably using the wrong toy. I shall have to investigate further strap-on
options in the near future).
I took Monday off. I realised
when my alarm went off that I was exhausted by my day in bed with the girls. I
was both literally and figuratively “shagged
out”. So I called in sick, telling the HR department that I suspected that
I had the unspecified, ‘flu type virus that had earlier stricken Lora.
She made it into work and she
called me mid-morning and after I’d reassured her that I was basically fine but
worn out, I complimented her on her amazing stamina. I honestly don’t think
that I could repeat that every night.
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