Mother's Day

What with it being Mother’s Day on Sunday, Chloe and I did the right thing and took the train home to visit our both of our Mums on Saturday morning. Knowing that the trip home would also involve a little period of enforced celibacy and the pretence of virtuousness, we’d done our best to satisfy our libidos the day before. I had stayed late at work to fuck my boss and Chloe had gone out with the boy from the post-room and had a quickie in the pub toilets, but we were both back at my flat waiting for the Irishman to arrive and continue the party by nine-thirty.

None of us got much sleep on Friday night. Ted was an absolute star. Neither of us allowed him much time to take a nap and he always rose to the challenge, so when we all eventually decided to get up in the morning, the sheets were covered with huge, sticky puddles of spunk that had oozed from our pussies and soaked into the mattress.

After showers and breakfast, Ted gave us a lift to the station and after we’d each kissed him goodbye and settled into our seats on the train the memories of the night before stayed in my mind. The previous evening hadn’t satisfied my libido, but rather the opposite was true. If our destination had been anywhere else I know that I would have escorted the girl to the toilets on the train and gone down on her. The only reason why I didn’t is that I knew that my Dad would be meeting me at the station and there is no way on Earth that I would greet him with a kiss when my mouth had just been pressed against a teenager’s cunt.

It was really lovely to be home and see my family. Even my sister’s husband was on good form (he only talked about fishing briefly). So on Sunday lunchtime we all went out to a foodie pub for lunch.

By complete coincidence across the room was Emma with her family. She gave me a friendly wave when we walked in. She did look great. She was very well dressed and was displaying enough of her ample bust to make my Dad whisper an appreciative comment to my brother-in-law and receive a playful smack from my Mum. When I was asked how I knew the girl, I didn’t want to admit that I’d got up to all sorts of sexy naughtiness with her last Christmas, so I told them that she was an old school friend of my flatmate.

After I’d eaten my pudding I excused myself and went for a pee. As I walked to the toilets I was aware that Emma had left her family’s table and was following me. I held the door open for her so see could join me. I asked her how she was.

She followed me into the cubicle and closed the door behind us. I pulled my knickers down and sat on the seat and tinkled away as she stood before me. As I pissed she told me that she was still with Simon, but now he did whatever she told him to do. She had sourced a chastity cage and she insisted that he wear it all the time. She said that now he was completely under her control.

“I’ve told him that he can only fuck me after he's brought me another man. He’s only allowed to fuck me if my cunt is already full of another guy’s sperm. I make him arrange everything, when we’re out, I tell him which guys I might want to shag and he has to go and ask the man to screw me. That way it looks like it’s not my idea, but usually after he’s asked a guy to fuck me I tell him that he has to leave us alone. Sometimes it's fun watching him squirm with his cock in the cage, but the other guy's don't always appreciate it! Some do of course, some seem to enjoy humiliating him as much as they enjoy having me, and then they really go to town. One bloke got Simon to suck his cock after he been doing me up the arse and he made Simon politely ask if he would 'bring along another well-hung stallion to have a threesome my girlfriend'. Most of the guys Simon has asked to fuck me have had bigger dicks he has, and he’s started to apologise if they’re not large enough to satisfy me. I make him look at the bulges in their trousers and tell me how big he thinks their cocks are before he approaches them. He always has to wait for his turn and if he's found me a guy or two who're really well-hung I usually don’t even let him watch! He has to wait outside his bedroom and listen to us all screwing. I always make sure that he knows how much I’m enjoying getting fucked. I’m always pretty vocal. Then I invite him in to lick my messy pussy after I’ve been shagged while the others watch. It’s only if Simon can make me cum after another guy’s fucked me that I will even consider unlocking his cage. When I do, he’s ever so grateful”.

It was only then that I realised that I was idly fingering my cunt as Emma was speaking.

*

When Dad took me back to the station, Chloe was waiting on the platform with her parents. About thirty seconds after the train pulled away and we stopped waving out of the window I dragged her into the toilets and pulled up my skirt and yanked my knickers down. I told the teenager all about her friend’s news until I flooded her mouth with my longed for climax.

The Irishman was waiting for us when the train arrived in London. He tasted the fresh scent of pussy on each of mouths when he greeted us and he knew that we’d been busy for the whole journey home.

I know that scene very well

Over the weekend I played host to Alice again. She arrived on Friday after she’d finished work and we had a relatively uneventful evening. Chloe had gone out, Paul had to go home and even Ted was busy. We stopped at the pub on the way home from Victoria and met a couple of guys who were rather cute, but they turned out to be a pair of dickheads so we went home early.

With a bottle of Aussie plonk we sat up for a while gossiping and reminiscing about our various sexual exploits. She asked me about the times I’d visited the Model and when I reported on my adventures in St John’s Wood I saw Alice visibly becoming aroused, so I turned my computer on and let her see some of my copious archive of girl-on-girl that features the woman while I sat on the floor between Alice’s legs, pushed her skirt up, pulled her cotton knickers off and went down on her. I could have stayed on my knees with my mouth against her soaking cunt all night. She hardly looked down at me, she held me between her open thighs and orgasmed over and over again as she watched the girl on the screen. I’m sure that she was feeling a little jealous that I had fucked her and that I had her phone number. I knew that she would love an introduction.

I knew what movies she was watching. I knew that she was looking at a scene where the two pornstars get onto their hands and knees with their pussies sharing a long double-headed dildo and back against each other until both girls’ cunts are full of enormous pale blue latex cock. Over the sound of Alice humming in pleasure I could hear the two actresses arses slapping against each other as they moaned in ecstasy. I know that scene very well.

I felt Alice’s grip tighten as she held my blonde hair. Then she pulled me onto my feet and led me to my bedroom. She pushed me onto the bed where I quickly wriggled out of my remaining clothes. It didn’t take long for me to be naked in front of her, but she took her time. She peeled off her blouse and unbuttoned her skirt to let it fall to the floor. Standing in front of me wearing only her heels and her hold-ups she reached into her overnight bag and withdrew a fabulous strap-on.

Wanking

Sometimes there’s nothing like a quick wank.

Despite my Catholic education I never believed the nuns at school who made it abundantly clear that sneaking a hand into my knickers and giving myself a quick orgasm was the surest way to go to Hell. I can’t really remember the first time I brought myself off as part of my bedtime routine from quite an early age involved playing with my pussy as soon as the lights were out. I do remember the time in my early teens, after I’d discovered that fingering myself might actually result in some temporary satisfaction, being utterly bored in a geography lesson. I asked to be excused and then had a far more rewarding time in the girls’ toilets. I think it must have been my first “quickie” in a public place. It felt rather naughty, but I was never ashamed of having done it. In fact the opposite was true, I found it liberating. What’s more, having just given myself a bit of a belter while thinking about what I would like some of the boys in the Sixth Form to do to me, I found it much easier to go back to the classroom concentrate on oxbow lakes. I doubt that I’d have got an A* in my GCSE (what a clever girl I am) if I’d not spend so many hours fingering myself.

I’ve made it perfectly clear that I love, I really love, sex. Being given an orgasm by someone else, by some sexy fucker using all of their masculine or feminine expertise to bring me off is probably the best thing ever, but bringing myself off comes (no pun intended) a close second. And I have never encountered a man or woman who doesn’t enjoy the sight of my fingers doing what they do best between my legs. I’m an exhibitionist and I’m a wanker and I’m proud of it.

The other side of the coin is that I’m also a voyeur.

I don’t think most guys realise just how much girls love to see a man recklessly fucking his fist while we watch. Back when I was at University, the first time I had a threesome with my ex-boyfriend and another girl; the best bit was when we watched him wanking as we kissed and cuddled in what we assumed was the ultimate in coquettish teasing – but that probably says far more about his poor sexual skills.

I’ve had enough girl-on-girl action since to have a personal memory bank that’s full of images of women satisfying themselves and my hard-drive is stacked with downloaded porn featuring gorgeous girls amusing themselves with their fingers and toys.

I can cum over and over again. The girls that I fuck regularly are also similarly talented, but despite what the porn industry would like to suggest, I think we are quite a rare breed. Most girls like a bit of a rest between fucks. Just like guys they need a while to “reload”.

Ted and Paul are really quite remarkable. On occasion, both have been able to come back for more without losing their erections, but when they have achieved this feat it’s been when they’ve been fucking me with one of my horny little slut friends. I’m not sure why, but I can use my mouth and hands to persuade their dicks to stay hard and return to duty when they’ve cum in my cunt or the girl’s pussy who’s with us but when they’ve been masturbating, got a bit carried away and cumming into their busy fists, there’s absolutely no hope.

So here’s the quandary. How do I relish the sight of a guy wanking like there’s no tomorrow without being disappointed by the absence of a really good fucking after he’s spunked spectacularly?

Cum inside your two little sluts

Well then.

Hasn’t my cunt become outrageously popular? For the last two weeks I have had two men and two girls falling over themselves to spend time between my legs. Chloe has always been very eager to please and she’s never really been that far away, but Alice has taken the train to London straight after leaving work of Friday evening and stayed until she could take the last train possible and still be back at work in Brighton on Monday morning. I truly love being the centre of all this attention.

Just because Alice has only been here at the weekends, it’s not meant that my weekdays have been spent resting. The Irishman has turned up on demand (and sometimes on spec) and he’s has been hornier than I’ve ever known him. He’s fucked me relentlessly, taken me in every conceivable position and filled each and every orifice with his spunk. I swear that one evening, it was only when the teenager came back from fucking her boyfriend, that I could take a well-earned rest by watching them shag. He pressed his mouth against her recently fucked cunt and relished the taste of the other boy’s semen inside her.

Paul has also been very demanding. I’ve had text messages and frequent emails that have made me blush and had me in the office at all sorts of un-godly hours and travelling home with his sperm clinging to the gusset of my knickers.

It didn’t take a massive leap of the imagination to work out what to do next, and to be honest it didn’t take much organisation.

Last Friday I left work pretty much on time with my Boss and we took a cab to Victoria in time to meet the Alice’s train and then on to my flat. She sat opposite him on the fold-down seat and opened her legs enough to show him that beneath her short, but otherwise business-like skirt, she’d “forgotten” to wear any knickers. As he stared at her naked cunt I whispered in his ear just what he’d be able to expect when we all got in.

We had a little less than two hours and he fucked each of us. My boss took Alice before she’d undressed; he pushed her skirt up and entered her doggie style as she knelt on my bed. I played with her clit while he fucked her and they both climaxed quickly. She collapsed onto her front with her skirt up around her waist and displaying her black suspenders stretched across her lovely little arse. I took his cock in my mouth and tasted the mixed flavour of her pussy and spunk that covered his dick. Alice’s fingers were visible between her open thighs as she played with herself and Paul watched. His erection had hardly waned and I presented him with my eager cunt. I lay on my front, fingering my cunt with abandon as he mounted me. He fucked me hard and as his dick filled my I felt his body-weight force me rhythmically against the mattress until his balls erupted into my pussy.

The Irishman arrived just before nine o’clock and my boss hadn’t long gone. When Ted came through the living room door he stood and looked at Alice and me sitting together on the sofa. I was only wearing my bathrobe and the Pixie had borrowed Chloe’s kimono. Ceremoniously we pulled our garments open and parted our naked thighs.

“Hello Ted,” Alice said, “we have been very busy girls this evening. We have both just been fucked by Jayne’s boss”. She reached between my legs and her fingers separated the lips of my cunt. “Can you see Paul’s spunk in Jayne’s pussy? Would you like to see what he’s given me? He has just spunked inside each of us and now we want you to cum inside your two little sluts as well”.

Marmite on toast

So, following Alice’s 24 hours of cock, we spent the entire weekend in bed having wonderful one-on-one girlie sex. From the early hours of Friday night until Sunday evening neither of us got dressed. My diet consisted mostly of pussy, my mouth seemingly cemented to Alice’s cunt (and hers to mine).

Neither of us wanted to get up and go anywhere – apart from occasional visits to the kitchen to make mugs of tea and plates of marmite on toast. I fell completely in love with her. She talked to me about fucking girls and how much she had missed fucking boys. I was swinging between horrible jealousy of the things that she’d been doing with the Italian bird and being immensely proud of myself for bringing the end to her “cock drought”. Obviously everything I was thinking could have been summarised by the concept that if she stuck with me then I could provide her with both. Surely this was a no-brainer? If she stayed with me, then we could have everything.

When Sunday evening came round I was utterly miserable when we went to Victoria so she could catch her train.

There were tears in my eyes when she went through the ticket barrier but she turned back and kissed me. “Call Ted,” she said, “tell him to come over. Tell him that I want him to fuck you stupid. I’ll be back soon”.

As I walked across the concourse I called him, and bless him he said that he'd come over straight away.