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Mother, Sister, Daughter, Wife Pt. 03

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Author’s note. This part is a bit heavy on sex and depictions are pretty graphic. You should look elsewhere if you want a slow build up to the point where the people actually have sex. All characters are above eighteen years of age.

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When I returned from the US I realized that life in the corporate world was not the one for me. With a heavy heart and a lot of hesitation, I went into business with my father. Along the way I got married, one of those marriages that was more about bringing businesses together rather than families. My wife and I fulfilled our obligations by producing two boys in double-quick time. I settled the southern metropolis of Chennai.

Arun, meanwhile, moved to Delhi and joined his uncle’s hardware business. Needless to say we grew apart as time went by. We did wish each other on our birthdays and kept abreast of the happenings in our lives as much as we could. But our calls and email exchanges became very sporadic at best and then we eventually stopped communicating.

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, about twenty years went by. We were in the middle of the social networking era when our families reconnected, thanks to our wives. One day I returned from one of my clients to find my wife beaming with expectation.

“Guess who is here!” she said as she opened the door,

I was in no mood, so I said, “I give up”

But I looked up and there was a familiar looking man sitting in my living room. It took me just a couple of seconds to realize who it was.

“Arun! Man, what the hell are you doing here? How are you?! You should have told me…”

We hugged and laughed and talked over each other in our excitement. Then I realized there was someone else with him.

“Hello,” I said to the young girl, who was sitting and watching us with some amusement. I felt like someone had punched me softly in my stomach. I was looking at a splitting image of Madhu, Arun’s wife! In an instant, I was transported back to my days in Bangalore. The young girl looked so much like Madhu. My Madhu. The face, the hair, the body …

“Dey, Ramu, this is my daughter Shilpa. We came here for her summer project.” And then turning to her, he said, “Shilpu, this is Ramu uncle. Mummy and I have …”

Shilpa beamed and flashed a beautiful smile. “Yes, dad. I know! Ramu uncle, it seems like I have known you all my life. Mum and Dad keep talking about you all the time!”

We all sat down to chat. Arun had put on a lot of weight. I guessed he must have continued his drinking and smoking habits and had not paid much attention to his body. He was a very successful businessman, though, so what would I know. He was my friend and I did not want to judge him.

Turned out that they were here to see if they could get a project for Shilpa for the summer as she was in between her first and second year of college. Unknown to me, my wife had come to know about this trip and had planned to have them stay overnight at my house. It was a pleasant surprise!

I could not help noticing how young, innocent, beautiful, and I dare say sexy, Shilpa was. She looked to be a very healthy and confident girl. The way she spoke, her actions, her smile, laugh and exclamations – all brought back memories of Madhu to me.

+++++ Flashback ++++++

I looked down from my room and saw Madhu chatting with her grandma. They were getting ready to go out shopping this morning. Madhu had a great ass. She was wearing light colored pants, and not her usual salwar-kameez. Her pants stretched across her ass and even from where I was, her panty line was clearly visible. Her full back panty bit into her ass cheeks and the edges of her panty were outlined. Wait! It was one of the panties I had given her last week! She had started wearing them! I felt my cock rising in my shorts. I wanted to walk downstairs to her and cup her ass cheeks and feel her tight flesh and her panties. She bent down to tie her shoelaces and her shirt rolled up her back and her pant down her waist and a good portion of the striped black panties came into view. The panty fetishist that I was, I enjoyed this glorious view to the fullest. But for now, I burned the image of her ass, her panties, her thick thighs in my mind. I took out my turgid cock from my shorts and stroked it. If I was lucky, I would get the chance to meet her the next day in our usual place at the terrace.

The next day I saw Madhu at the gate talking to a fruit seller. Arun was out and I knew this was a good time. I rushed up to the terrace, fully excited and waited till Madhu turned and noticed me. I did not have to wait long. She too came up the stairs huffing and puffing, and whispered, “Hi Ramu!”

I pulled her to me, and we kissed. Just like our first time last week, electricity coursed through our bodies. She opened her mouth instantly and I sucked her tongue, and she, mine. Suddenly, both of us became aware of my cock growing thick, pressed between our bodies.

“Ramu!” she exclaimed as she pulled away.

I knew what I had to do. In one quick move, I pulled bahis siteleri down my shorts and underwear, and my erect, veiny cock jerked up from my loins and stood thick, proud, smelly between us.

Madhu gawked at it, open-mouthed. “Wha.. no. aiyoo what are you doing? No.. I am. Imust go…” But I blocked her path.

“Madhu, come on. Touch it. I know you want to. Come on.. It won’t.”

‘No..no I cannot. What will..”

I just waited. But I needn’t have worried. Madhu put out her hand and gingerly touched the underside of my cock. Then she wrapped her fingers around it. Her fingers were cold on my warm cock. Still staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed, she started stroking my dick. Her first time touching and fisting a cock.

But just as she started, she stopped. “Aiyoh, enough. Put it away. I must go…”

“Wait! Let me finish.. Come on,, two minutes!” I pleaded.

“No. Let me go! And she wrenched herself free.

“Wait, take this,” I said and handed her a small packet.

She did not wait to ask what it was. She just grabbed it and rushed past and left me standing with my hard dick in my hand.

The packet I gave her contained an illustrated book of sex positions and video CD.

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I found myself staring and gawking at and ogling Shilpa. My wife and Arun were chatting but I was not paying much attention as my eyes and senses were riveted on the sexy young being in the room. She wore a tight salwar-kameez that clung to her body and accentuated her curves. Her bra outlined her boobs clearly. You’d have been blind to not see how her narrow waist flowed easily down to her wide hips and thick thighs. Every man and every woman who passed her in the street would have noticed her sexy and alluring form. So why not me? She was right there in front of me!

My eyes followed her as she rose and walked around the room, looking at things. She was definitely a sportswoman. Her arms were toned and her face had the sharp and firm texture of someone who worked out regularly. Her tits were small, but firm under her dress. They hardly shook and held firm as she moved around. Her bra held them tight to her chest. Needless to say, just seeing her that way aroused me.

I must confess that I was not a faithful husband. I tried being monogamous for about a couple of years after marriage. But as the excitement of being married wore off, and the duties and responsibilities of having a family increased, I found it more and more easy to seek pleasure and satisfy my lust outside of marriage. I had many liaisons, but no serious affairs. All along I kept up my panty fetish, adding to my collection as time progressed. I took along a few favorites on my business trips and enjoyed multiple masturbatory sessions.

She must have sensed my interest in her, as once or twice she turned around to look at me but I was quick to look the other way. Once she walked to the kitchen to get something to drink and as she came out I instinctively looked up at her face, and surprisingly, her eyes sought mine out just as immediately. Our eyes locked for an instant before she abruptly looked away.

“When was the last time I fucked someone other than my wife” I asked myself. “Come to think of it, when was the last time I fucked? ” Business was taking more and more of my time and recently, and I realized it was about three or four months since my wife and I had sex. Her sex drive had decreased and she was now paying more attention to social events that to those at home. I masturbated regularly. It had been a while since I had laid a pretty, young thing as Shilpa. What the fuck! She is just as young as your son,” a voice whispered in my ear. “So what!” another voice responded. “She is a young, healthy, sexy girl, no close relation to you. What is wrong about fantasizing about her? Or fucking her?”

I faked interest in the conversation, but raked my eyes up and down Shilpa’s body. Multiple times, from various positions and locations in the room. Man! I know what I would be doing tonight, I said to myself. I was looking at Shilpa, moving my eyes up her shapely legs to her thick thighs, to the area where her thighs met, fantasizing about the kind of panties she’d be wearing. I fervently hoped she’d be using white cotton fullback panties. I was imagining the gusset of her panties pressed against her hairy mound. I was getting aroused and my cock thickened inside my pants. I suddenly got the sense that she was looking at me! I quickly raised my eyes to hers, and yes, she was looking straight at me! I was caught! I immediately averted my eyes and joined the conversation. I was filled with guilt. A fifty something man, a lecher, ogling and voyering a girl young enough to be his daughter, fantasizing about her underwear, about fucking her! She knew I was looking at her. She was old enough to understand the effect she had on men. She knew what I was imagining, for sure! What would she think? Would she tell her dad, my best friend from my childhood?

I couldn’t meet her eyes though I knew she was looking at me. We canlı bahis siteleri took a break and my wife went to prepare dinner and I showed Arun and Shilpa around our house, but I couldn’t get myself to address her directly. I answered all her questions without making eye contact. I was damn certain she wanted me to look at her. I had the sense that she was willing me to look at her. And the only way I could know for sure if she was not offended by my lechery was to see it in her eyes.

We sat opposite each other at the dinner table. And involuntarily, our eyes met. I tried to avert it but something in her stare made me stop. She was almost smiling at me. Naughtily. She knew I had ogled her, that in my mind I had done things to her – cupped and sucked her tits, spread her legs and fucked her. But her look suggested that she was okay with it! Fuck! After that first look, we made longer eye contact, each of us getting bolder as we went along. We went long intervals without looking at each other, acting normal and making comments on the dinner conversation. But our eyes kept drawing to one another.

When dinner was done and we sat down for dessert, Shilpa said, “Oh, Ramu uncle, dad used to say you had a great collection of books – rare ones, first editions and all that stuff. Can I take a look?”

It was an innocent question, but to me it was a loaded one. Would I take the bait and take the opportunity to spend some one-on-one time with her? My wife butted in, “Oh! He has sooo many books. He loves them more than he does me. He won’t let anyone touch them or borrow them!”

We all laughed. I said, “Come on, I will show them to you. Hey Arun, you too. Come!”

Arun was not one to get off the couch. “No, no, da. I am happy here! Chitra and I will just chat…”

I walked to my study, my heart beating faster and faster. Shilpa followed a couple of steps behind me. Fuck! What to do? I reached the shelf where I kept my rare books and made a show of opening the glass door. And then I turned and looked at her. She was ready to return my look. We were adults, though there was about a thirty year difference between our ages. But both of us knew there was a connection being established here.

I started, wanting to apologize for so openly leering at her. “Look, Shilpa.. I .. I am ..,” But she interrupted me. “Oh uncle, so many books. Wow! Must have spent ages collecting them. Must be expensive!”

“Uh.. yes… yeah..I am still collecting..you know,” I mumbled.

“Aunty said you never allowed anyone to borrow your books!”

“No, Yes,.. I mean, yeah..these are rare books,” I explained. Then added, “But I think I can make an exception for you.”

“Really? Will you do that?” She asked, turning towards me and staring directly into my eyes.

I stared back. And after about ten seconds, she asked in a whisper, “Do you .. have you.. ever.. given your books to any girl?”

Instinctively, I answered, also in a whisper, “Have you allowed anyone to give you a book? Have you borrowed a book from …”

She cut me off. She smiled, sweetly, naughtily, slyly, and whispered, “No. Not someone like you.”

“You mean, old like me?”

She stiffened. “What has age to do with …a…a book?”

I wanted to play along. To see where it would lead me. “You know what? Why don’t you come back another day.. Just you and me.. And I will pick a good one for you?”

“Oh no! I cannot. We are leaving tomorrow!”

“Really?” I shot back, disappointed.

“Yes, It has to be today!”

I didn’t know what to say. The shelf was positioned in such a manner that it was not visible to people outside my room. One would have to enter the room and then turn left a few paces to get to the shelf. So both of us were hidden from view, not that anyone was coming. We could still hear Arun and Chitra. Arun was regaling her lougly with some story and we could hear her laughing. As I turned, Shilpa stepped directly in front of me. Still looking at me, she reached up to the shelf and pulled out a book. She did not look down at the book, but was staring into my eyes. “How about this one, uncle Ramu? Is this a good book?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “It is a fine and rare book.” I was afraid. I desperately wanted her to make the first move.

She did. She turned and opened the book. And stepped back into me. My crotch pressed against the small of her back, and instantly, both of us realized the hardness of my cock.

“Oh, uncle. This is a nice one!” she hissed.

“Shilpa, no..,” I hissed.

“Why not?” she whispered back. “Come on, uncle. I know you want to!”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I placed my hands on her hips, and felt the small roll of fat there. I crouched and softly pressed my cock, which was not straight against the fly of my pants, to her firm ass. “Ah!” she said, softly.

I moved from side to side until my cock was against her ass crack and I rubbed up and down. She gasped as I did that, and stifled a moan. I put my hand on the side of her thighs and felt the heat and thickness of it through the material güvenilir bahis of the cloth. I crouched some more and ran my hands down both her thighs. Oh! So thick and firm! I could feel the muscles and the roundness of her thighs above her knees. As I raised myself to my original position, I held her steady with one hand and moved the other to her crotch, to the area between her thighs. As my palm cupped her pussy, I could sense her hair and the soft, supple flesh of her mound through the dress and her panties.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” she whispered and gasped in tune with the rotation of my hand. She reached behind her and placed her hands on my crotch, trying to encircle my whole dick with her fingers. I let her feel the hardness, heat and thickness of my penis. I pushed her hand away and rammed my cock against her ass. My fingers were digging into her cunt, trying to assess the outer lips of her vagina, poking into her cunt hole. I could sense the moistness there.

With a sudden start I realized there was no noise coming from the living room. She realized that too, and as she started to mouth some words. But my wife entered the room! Fuck!

“Hey, Ramu, Shilpa.. Where are you? Wanted to see if you want anything…” Luckily it took her a second or two to see where we were. “Ah, there you are! Do you want hot cocoa or something before bed?”

Shilpa had flopped to the floor, making as if she was looking for a book on the lowest shelf. I had turned my back to the door and picked the first book that I could out of the shelf. I dropped my hands so the book covered my crotch as I turned to Chitra, and in as normal a voice as I could, said, “Ummm, no..Hey, Shilpa, do you want…” Shilpa did not get up and answered from where she was, “Oh no Aunty… I am fine!”

“Ok, then. We are ready to go to bed. Arun is tired, he says. Shilpa, you have the small room, sorry!”

“That’s OK, aunty Chitra! That will do!!”

Shilpa stood up, and we looked at each other quietly. Then we made our way back to the main room. Chitra was giving them some directions about sleeping etc. I made a note of the room Shilpa would be sleeping in, and as I walked to our bedroom, I caught her eye. We just looked at each other for a few seconds, before she turned away.

As was usual, Chitra and I chatted in bed before we went to sleep. We would indulge in some touching and foreplay before we dozed off. I would squeeze her tits, feel her nipples, and then put my hand between her legs, feel the hair there and then draw my fingers on the line of her vagina. Sometimes, we would fall asleep as I rubbed my cock against her ass cheek, enjoying the feel of her flesh on the underside of my cock.

Today, though, I was only thinking of Shilpa. The feel of her body, her hips, thighs, pussy mound. I had a raging hard-on. I reached and pulled down Chitra’s panties, and placed my warm, thick cock on her ass and started to rub. She reached back and grabbed my cock and fisted it. Then she turned around and faced me, and as she stroked my cock she asked, “Hey Ramu, do you remember the last time we did it?” I shook my head. She said, “It was when my uncle came to visit. You fucked me when we had a guest in the next room!” She giggled, and then said, “Do you want to do it? You seem ready! Come on, it will be fun!!”

Fuck! I wanted to have a long, jerk off session. Jerk-off thinking about Shilpa. Her mouth, lips, tits. ass, her cunt lips and hair. But now my wife wanted to have sex! Before I could say no, Chitra had pulled off the sheets and she rose, bent down, and took my cock in her mouth!! Fuck! Her mouth was cool against my warm cock. She started moaning, “Ummmm. Ummmmm, Ummmmm! Man, so good. It has been so long Ramu!” I was aroused too. But it was not my wife’s mouth that was sucking my cock. It was someone else’s.

My thick cock stretched Shilpa’s mouth. She could hardly fit her lips around my cock. She struggled to get it in. I held her head with both my hands and rammed my penis into her mouth as far as it would go. I pummeled her mouth with my cock. I pushed her head into my crotch, making my cock touch the back of her throat. I thrust upwards. I was grunting and moaning “Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck! Fuck!

Chitra raised her head from my cock and hurriedly lay down on the bed. She raised her ass and pulled her nightie under her and raised her legs and parted her thighs. “Come, Ramu! Fuck me!”

I raised myself and got ready to insert my cock into her cunt, when she stopped me. “Wait! Put your finger in. Make me wet! ” I put my palm on her cunt and poked and pushed till I found her cunt hole and inserted it. I finger fucked her like this. She pulled the nightie off of her body and now both of us were naked. She grabbed my head and pushed it on her tit and I sucked her nipple like a baby. My hand was soaked with her juices. She stopped me again. This time she picked up her nightie and wiped herself between her legs. “Suck it, Ramu. You know I like it! Suck it!” She put her hands on her cunt, and even in the darkness I knew she was parting the outer lips of her vagina and exposing her clit for me to suck. I obliged. She guided my head and tongue on to the hard knub and the top of the line of her vagina, and I placed my lips on her clit and sucked. It was small, much smaller than the nipples on her tits. She held my head and rotated her torso. “Yes, Ramu, yes! Suck it!”

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The E Was Good Ch. 1

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The E was good, really good. I felt so light, yet so good as I listened to the thumping techno sounds of Umek rushing through my body. I looked round me and saw people with their hands in the air, with massive smiles on their faces.

I was dressed in my furry, raver-wear, furry Dalmatian mini-skirt, and matching 4D bra. The fact I was showing off my long thin legs, and flat tummy, had already invited many guys to come and chat with me, but I wasn’t having any of it.

“Sorry guys, I’m a lesbian.” I said. I’m not, by the way, but I just wanted to get rid of them.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. ‘Oh Christ, not again!’ I thought, ready to confront another guy.

“Hi!” The girl said. The tall young blonde girl stood in front of me. She was wearing a black Wonderbra and short latex hot-pants.

“Hi.” I replied, not really sure what to say.

“I was wondering if you’d like a drink of my water? You look hot.”

I wasn’t really sure what to make from the last statement. I smiled.

“Yeah, thanks.” She handed me the bottle of water. She maintained eye contact with me as I took a swig. I handed the bottle back. “Cheers.”

“No problem. Sasha & Digweed are on in ten minutes in the other tent, you coming?”

“Yeah, definitely, could do with a little progressive trance on this stuff.” I said.

We walked through the large open air complex towards the Bedrock tent.

“You here alone?” I asked.

“Yeah, didn’t find anyone to go with me. You too?”

I nodded. “Single, and my friends aren’t into this scene.”

“Shame.”

James Zabiela was finishing up his set as Sasha and Digweed came up behind him.

“What did you take?” She asked.

“Ferrari’s.” I replied. “You?”

“Green Apples. Damn strong, but very smooth. By the way, I’m Gayle.” She said, holding her hand out.

“Jenny.” I said, accepting her hand.

Sasha came on first, then alternated with Digweed. They played a very similar set to their Expeditions CD; and when Digweed through down Beautiful Strange, we had our hands in the air and massive smiles on our faces. Then he went into a track that I recognised from the Expeditions CD, I just forgot the name, but I recognised the girl’s voice repeating, “I know you love me too.”

We both jumped in the air at this uplifting trance, everyone was going mental. It felt like the E was coming up again the music was so good. Suddenly, Gayle jumped into my arms. Taking this just to be an effect of the E, and seeing as I wanted a hug too, we hug and jumped together. Then Gayle walked behind me and pulled me tight. We danced like that for about ten minutes, with Gayle running her hands up and down my thighs and tummy, and with me playfully pressing my behind into her crotch. Then the music changed, and got really trancey. You could see people’s movement change into a liquid like flow to the music.

Gayle pulled my head back so it rested on her shoulder as she rubbed the top of my chest, avoiding my breasts. We danced like this as Gayle started to take nibbling kisses at my neck; I didn’t mind, it felt nice, and I had kissed girls on E before, it’s just an E thing, I like being touched. I turned my head to Gayle’s lips and kissed. Our tongues danced. I turned ran both hands through her hair, she did the same to me.

I felt something different with this kiss. Whenever I kissed a girl at a rave, the kiss always felt like it was just a joke, but this one had love in it. I pulled away quickly and smiled.

“Ha, sorry, got a bit carried away.” I said, shyly.

Gayle put her hand to my cheek and stroked with her thumb.

“That’s okay Jenny, I liked it.” And she pulled me in for another kiss, but I pulled away.

“No, you see, I’m not like that, sorry.”

She looked shocked.

“Earlier I heard you say you were a lesbian?”

“That was to get rid of the guys, sorry if I led you on. I thought all this kindness was because of the E.”

“No, that’s okay. Shit happens.” She said, but her face looked like I had ruined her trip.

“Look,” I said, “let’s go over there and sit down.”

She nodded, her trip was well and truly fucked. Damn, I didn’t want to do that. That was the worst thing that could’ve happened.

We sat on the bench, sipping at the water. The trance was still going strong, and I still felt high and very good, but at the same time I wanted to make Gayle feel good. I decided there was only one thing I could do. I turned and pulled her face to me and kissed. I ran my hand through her hair, as I slowly felt her energy return through her tongue.

Gayle pulled away, but only to straddle my legs and kiss me properly, putting both her hands on my back. She pulled away and I saw she had a big grin, she was up again and feeling good. She even started moving to the music again. I smiled and pulled her back to kiss me.

I felt somebody sit next to us. Looking to my right, I saw a girl and a boy looking out at the crowd; both grinning. The girl looked at Gayle and I and smiled.

“It’s so good to see you two aren’t tekirdağ escort afraid to show off your love.” She said.

“Thanks,” we replied in unison.

Gayle and I went back to kissing, then stopped to talk.

“Shall we good to the chill-out tent, it’ll be quieter there?” I asked.

She nodded, and we both stood, then hand in hand, we walked to the chill-out tent. Outside the air was warm, yet just cool enough for it to feel good. We decided to stay outside.

Lying on the grass, I pulled Gayle close to me and kissed.

“I’ve never done anything like this before, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to. I’ve never had any problems pulling guys, but I’ve never pulled a girl before.” I explained.

She smiled. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with, okay?” I nodded. “Let’s just get to know each other first. Where are you from, and what do you do?”

“Well, I’m 24, I live in Chelsea, and I’m a systems administrator, believe it or not. You?”

“I’m 23, I’m an assistant, or sexatary as my brother likes to call me, and I live in Golder’s Green. So we’re both Londoners! Great.”

I smiled at her remark. “I suppose we are now, but I’m from Southampton originally.”

We laughed, and then kissed again. We talked about all different things; it turned out that we both went to Fabric and The End on numerous occasions yet never bumped into each other.

“I also go to Heaven.” She explained.

“So do I; for Bedrock.” I replied.

She shook her head. “I go on the other nights; the gay and lesbian nights.”

“How did you get here?” I asked.

“Club bus. You?”

“Same here.”

We sat looking at each other for a few moments. I admired her long curly blonde hair, and her high cheek-bones. As I looked at her thin body, I began to realise that I found her sexy, I found her gorgeous in fact.

“You’re beautiful.” I whispered, more to myself than to her, as a gently stroked the side of her belly.

She pushed me gently onto my back and lifted a leg over and placed it over my left leg. She nuzzled her head onto my shoulder and whispered into my ear. “You’re the most beautiful creature ever to walk this planet.”

What could I do? I pulled her to me and we kissed. I felt her hand on my breast as she pulled the bra down; I did the same to her. I realised we were beginning to get an audience as she pulled my knickers to one side to rub my clit.

“I think we should save this for home.” I said, pointing at the group.

Gayle coughed, sorted her bra out and we both stood, walking to the techno tent in time to hear Green Velvet play a mad set.

When we boarded the bus home, we were both shattered. There was some quiet chill-out music playing and most people fell straight to sleep. Gayle and I kissed and made out for most of the journey, but eventually even Gayle couldn’t stay awake and fell asleep on my large breasts.

I couldn’t sleep, however. I had to decide what to do. I really did fancy Gayle, she was really nice and cute, but I’d never had these feelings for another girl before. I didn’t mind, I could live without a guy just fine, but my family would mind, my mum and dad. Luckily I didn’t see them very often, but I also knew I couldn’t keep a lesbian relationship a secret forever. I eventually drifted off to sleep.

“Wake up, we’re here.” I opened my eyes to see Gayle sitting up yarning. We stepped off the bus and immediately shivered.

“It’s cold.” I said.

“It’s just ’cause we were asleep. So, what’s the plan?” Gayle asked.

“Come back to mind for a line or two and then get some proper sleep before anything, okay?”

“Sounds good. Do you really want me to come back with you?” Gayle said, looking nervous.

I pulled her close to me and kissed her slowly. “Of course I do. On the bus I was trying to work out how to tell the parents I’ve got a girlfriend.”

Her smile lit up the entire street as she pulled me to her tight.

We took the tube home and went up to my room. My flatmates, Sylvie and Claire, were already up and watching the telly.

“Hiya! How was it?” They asked.

“Fantastic! By the way, this is Gayle.”

“Hi.” Said a sheepish Gayle.

“Hiya!” They both replied. “Needed a place to crash did ya?”

“Erm, well, erm.” Gayle looked at me, and played with her hands.

“No, not exactly; we kind of met last night, if you understand?” I said, wrapping an arm around Gayle.

The shock of realisation showed on their faces. “Oh, I didn’t think you were into all that. Well, good for you.” Said Sylvie.

“Yeah, nice one.” Said Claire.

We thanked them and went upstairs. I pulled out a small bag of coke and set up four lines. I sniffed two and Gayle did the others.

“Mind if I have a shower?” She asked.

“Sure, I’ll go with you.” Gayle smiled and gave me a quick hug.

Once in the bathroom, we got undressed. I looked at Gayle’s lovely thin unblemished body with her small but pert breasts, and she looked at my body and my long trabzon escort straight brown hair. We kissed again, this time I felt her naked next to me, it felt nice. We hopped into the shower, I picked up a sponge and ran it over her body, slowly rubbing it over her breasts, then down onto her pussy. I rubbed the sponge against her little clit, then, dropping the sponge, I used my fingers on her, occasionally inserting a couple into her wet pussy. We kissed, our tongues mingled as she placed her fingers on my clitoris and rubbed too.

It wasn’t long till we both felt our orgasm come, and, looking into each other’s eyes, we screamed our orgasms. It wasn’t until we came and we were holding each other tight, that we realised the bathroom amplified our voices ten fold.

We dried ourselves off, gathered our clothes and ran to my room naked. Getting into bed, we started to kiss and cuddle, but in the end Gayle rested her head my breasts and fell asleep, as did I.

When I woke, it was five pm and Gayle was not around. I put on a robe and went downstairs, only to find Gayle standing in the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee, talking to Sylvie. Gayle was wearing one of my old t-shirts which I use as a nightie, and her hair was wet.

“Hi baby,” she said, putting down the cup and coming over to give me a hug and a kiss. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“That’s okay sweetheart.” I said, kissing her cheek.

Sylvie gave us a smile, as if she was happy for us.

“Dinner’s made.” Said Sylvie. “Help yourself.”

So we dished out two plates of spaghetti, ate and settled down in front of the telly, snuggling. Sylvie sat on the other sofa.

“Where’s Claire?” I asked.

“Out with Stu.” Sylvie made a dumb voice when saying Stu. Stu was Claire’s boyfriend, but he was thick as shit.

There was a film on the telly, but only Sylvie was following it. Gayle and I kissed. I kept feeling up her breasts. She eventually ran her hand inside my robe, which fell open revealing me fully. She put her mouth to my breast and I closed my eyes enjoying her sucking and licking. I soon felt her hand on my pussy. Suddenly I remembered Sylvie was in the room, and I opened my eyes, only to see a sight which amazed me.

Sylvie was staring at us, at the same time had one hand on her breast and the other down her trousers rubbing her pussy.

“Er, shall we go somewhere else?” I asked.

Sylvie suddenly woke from her daze. “Er, what, oh shit, sorry, I, I…”

“No it’s okay. Do you mind if we continue down hear or shall we go upstairs?”

“No, I don’t mind, erm continue here.” She replied.

Gayle smiled. “Take your trousers and top off, and feel free to join us.” She said.

I agreed, “Yeah, join in if you want, or just masturbate if you feel comfortable with it.”

Sylvie smiled and got completely undressed, then sat back down and masturbated.

I lifted the t-shirt off Gayle, and then dropped the robe. Pushing Gayle back against the sofa, I opened her legs and started licking and sucking at her pussy and clitty. She ran her hands through my hair and pulled my face into her pussy. I heard Sylvie’s breathing become laboured.

“I can’t take anymore.” She said, jumping off the other sofa and began sucking on one of Gayle’s breasts. Gayle pulled her up and kissed her, then she pressed her fingers into Sylvie’s pussy. I looked up to see this marvellous sexy sight, of Gayle with her fingers in Sylvie while they kissed and Sylvie pinch and rubbed Gayle’s nipples. I began fingering my own pussy with one hand while I used the other to rub Gayle’s clit.

It wasn’t long till Gayle was coming, followed soon by Sylvie. Being the only one not to have come, Gayle and Sylvie pulled me up onto the sofa and both began licking me. This added attention made me come within seconds. “OH GOD!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed, as a stream of cum came down into their awaiting mouths.

We all sat naked on the sofa, arm in arm.

“Wait till I tell my boyfriend I’m willing to accept having sex with another girl. That’ll make his day.” Sylvie said. We all laughed.

The door slammed, harder than usual. Claire came storming into the flat, and looked really pissed. She saw us lying there naked, but didn’t comment as she flopped down onto the other sofa.

“You know, I might as well join you lot, because boys are crap.” Claire said, looking at us.

“Right on!” Said Gayle.

“Seriously. I’ve had enough of them. Do you know what? We were sat in the cinema, Stu and I, and we’re happily watching the film, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Stu rubbing this other girl’s leg!”

“What??” We said in chorus.

“Yeah, it turned out that he had invited this girl, who knew all about me, and thought it’d be really cool to feel up this girl while feeling up me.” Claire’s hard surface broke down and she began to cry. We all rushed over and hugged her, ignoring the fact we were naked.

“Shush, it’ll be okay, you’ll find someone better!” I said.

I felt Claire’s tears run down my breast as I held sivas escort her head. Suddenly I felt her tongue touch my nipple.

“Hey hey hey! You don’t need to do this.” I explained.

“I want to. I’ve wanted to try it for years, so why not now?”

“If it’ll make you feel better.” I said, pulling her head to my nipple. I felt her mouth grab on.

Soon Gayle and Sylvie were undressing her and it wasn’t long till Sylvie had her head buried between Claire’s legs. Gayle walked over to me and buried her head in my pussy.

I pulled Claire’s mouth up to my lips and we kissed. All this intensity got to her and Claire let out an all-might scream and came in Sylvie’s mouth. Then she pulled Gayle away from me and began to lick my pussy. Sylvie and Gayle got themselves into a 69 position and licked each other. I orgasmed and came in Claire’s mouth and we made our way to the Gayle and Sylvie on the floor.

Gayle’s behind was in the air. I leaned over and stuck my tongue in her anus. She let out a massive squeal. “OH!!!!! MORE!!!!!!”

The girls fell on their side giving both Claire and I access to their anus. I continued licking at Gayle’s while Claire took Sylvie’s. Soon the girls came, leaving us all lying on the floor in a heap.

“WOW!” Said Claire. “That was amazing. Fuck guys, that was the best sex ever!”

Later, Gayle and I sat in each other’s arms, naked on the sofa. Claire and Sylvie were in the same position. Gayle and I kept noticing that they kept whispering something and giving each other little kisses. Soon Claire whispered something and Sylvie smiled. Both jumped up and said, “See you later girls.” Then hand in hand they went upstairs. I sat listening, and heard the bathroom door shut.

We just looked at each other and shrugged.

“Love you.” Said Gayle, staring into my eyes.

I smiled back at her. “Love you too.”

I stroked her sides then let my hands creep up and tickle her.

“AHAHAHA! STOP!!! Hahahaha!” She screamed. We kissed, then went upstairs and made mad love before falling asleep.

The next day, at breakfast, I noticed Claire and Sylvie were always touching each other. Eventually, Sylvie’s hand slid in Claire’s robe and rubbed her clit. Claire rested her head on Sylvie’s shoulder as Sylvie’s fingers entered Claire’s wet pussy.

“You two look like you’re in love.” Said Gayle.

“We are.” Said Claire, in a dreamy voice.

“Ahhh, so are we, aren’t we pumpkin?” Said Gayle, pulling me in for a kiss.

“Yes we are, my little baby.” I replied giving her loving little kisses. Claire gave us a big smile, as they rocked from side to side. Sylvie’s fingers gained pace.

“Gayle, we’d be really happy if you moved in with us.” Offered Sylvie.

“Yeah, Gayle, you can sleep in my bed with me.” I said, almost jumping up and down.

“Sure, but I’d have to let my parents know.”

“You live with your parents?” Sylvie asked.

“Unfortunately. Luckily they know I’m a lesbian, and luckily, I have a sister.” She made a big Cheshire cat grin.

“Isn’t incest illegal?” Claire asked, on the brink of an orgasm.

“So’s taking drugs.”

“True.” Said Sylvie, now speaking over Claire’s screams. “Well if your sister needs somewhere to stay, we have a spare room.”

“We do?” I asked, wondering where.

“Sure, Claire’s room is empty now she’s going to be sleeping with me.”

“What about your boyfriend?”

“Screw him. I wasn’t so serious with him anyway.”

“Jesus.” I turned to Gayle. “Gayle, do you realise you’ve made this whole household gay?” I said, laughing.

Gayle just shrugged. “Oops!”

We all laughed.

“I’ll go with you to your parents and help you move, okay?” I offered.

“Yay! Thanks, I’d love that. I can also offer Kathy that room.”

“How old is she?”

“17, but she’s working already, so don’t worry about her paying the rent. She’s a little wizard on computers and is already programming in Oracle.”

“Lucky her!”

“She’s a virgin though, well, with a boy. I think I’ve corrupted her though, because she fancies this one girl at work. She fancies boys too though, but hasn’t shagged one yet.”

“Cool by me.”

After work, I met up with Gayle in Golder’s Green tube station.

“Mummy, daddy, I’m home!” She shouted.

A woman who looked to be in her mid forties came out. “Hi honey, how was the party?”

“Great mummy. Mummy, I’d like you to meet my new girlfriend, Jenny.”

“Hi Jenny, nice to meet you.” She said with a smile. She looked like she meant it, I only hoped my mother would be just as accepting.

“Nice to meet you too, Mrs Connelly.” I replied.

“Come in girls. Gayle your father’s in the living room.”

“I need to talk to you both about something. Can you come through too?” Asked Gayle.

In the living room Gayle introduced me to her father, he was just as kind and accepting as Gayle described. Gayle then explained that she had the opportunity to live with me and she was going to take it. She also explained about how the offer was there for Kathy if she wanted it.

“Well, the house will be quiet without you love, but it’ll be good for you to stand on your own two feet. As for Kathy, it’s up to her, you’ll have to ask when she gets home.” Her father explained.

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