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Sally's Suprise

By: Shenachie2010



The argument they'd had the night before, continued that morning. Greg had stormed out of the car at the airport, leaving Sally in tears.

After getting home, Sally went back to bed, and cried herself to sleep.

The clock woke her at ten, in time to get ready for her coffee- morning at Jo's. Dressed and ready to go, she double-checked her appearance, in the full-length mirror. Her new jeans with the black insert highlighted her trimmer shape. The gym was paying off at last. Of middle height, her trim figure at last brought a smile to her gamin face. She had long given up on wishing the dusting of freckles away, seeing them now as an asset. She rather thought they added interest to her features. She leant closer to check her lipstick was unmarred, it was, but her eyes still looked puffy. Oh, well.

Sally trotted across the street, through the rain, to Jo's house, where the front door waited ajar for her. Given the deluge, it had been wise to phone ahead. She closed it behind her, and shook off the rain from her hair.

She called, "Jo? Where are you?"

Jo replied from upstairs, "I'm up here, with you in a tick."

A minute later, she appeared on the top landing. "Hi, how are you today, apart from miserable?" 

Sally had to laugh, at her best friend. No matter how down she felt, when Greg went back to work, Jo could cheer her up. 

"Did you get him there, in time for his check-in?" She lifted an enquiring eyebrow, as she ran down the stairs,

"Oh yes, no bother at all. We always leave in heaps of time, so even if we break down; he can still get a taxi and make it. I just feel so sad now, it never seems to get any easier." Sally sighed, her shoulders slumping. "I just hate it when he has to go back offshore."

Jo hugged her, "Come on girl, this is the worst bit, the only way is up."

Sally sniffled into Jo's neck, "I know, I know and I'm like this every time. I keep thinking, the next time will be easier, but it never is."

Jo shook her gently, then took her by the hand, into the kitchen. The red Aga made it a warm cosy room, a good place to chat. There were twinkling copper pans hanging from the stone lintel above the cooker, and aromatic herbs in rows of jars. These said: this is a working kitchen, the lab of a serious cook. 

Sally sat down at the table, while Jo finished making the coffee. She loved this room. It really was the heart of Jo's house. On one of the worktops, sat a freshly baked cake, which added another scent to the atmosphere. Between the coffee, the baking and the herbs, Sally thought it was aromatherapy just being there. "Have you heard anything about your settlement, since I saw you last week?" Sally asked.

Her tall slim friend turned, with the coffee- pot in her hand, and as she poured, said, "Oh yes, it's all done and dusted now, at last. When you think Duggie died three years ago, and the company admitted liability, how can it be possible to take so long? But it has, and now that's that. Poor Duggie I love him still, but what a lovely cheque!

Sally squealed, "You might have phoned and let me know before this, this is brilliant news." She jumped up and hugged Jo. "This calls for a celebration. A big one, for all the hassle you've had to cope with".

Jo hugged her back and spun her round. " It's great news isn't it. Yes, there is a celebration. You're coming for dinner tonight. We'll have a party, just the two of us. I'm not cooking for anyone tonight. Although, I could have taken a job on, I didn't. In fact I'm debating about giving up the catering now. It's weird really, just as it takes off I don't need the money. You must see my new toy before you go. I've got a new. all singing, all dancing computer for the business!"

Sally asked, "Just how much did you get?" 

Jo smiled and said, "That's my secret, lets just say: no more worries!" 

After coffee, they went to the spare room where Jo had set up the new computer. It was a very impressive system, which Jo took great delight in showing off. Sally was quite dazzled with all the bells and whistles it seemed to have.

Sally was laughing at her technophobic friend's new enthusiasm. "Jo, Jo, this is some set up, it's miles better than ours. Good grief, ours looks steam driven compared to this. I'm really jealous."

Jo looked sadly at her, "Yes, but you've still got Greg and that's the difference. When I think of how Duggie's company behaved, I could spit nails. They whipped that bloody Driller, out of the country so fast his head must still be spinning."

Jo gave herself a mental shake. "That's enough of that. It's all finished with. There was an old lady on the radio today, speaking about life. 'It's a book', she said. You can always look back at what you've written. But each new day starts with a blank page. Isn't that lovely?"

"Yes, that's a pretty thought. Now, what time tonight, do you want me? And, more to the point, what are we having?"

Jo smiled, and said, "Some of your favourites, dear. The lobster soup, my beef wellington, and of course, the deadly chocolate gateau, with cream sauce! All to be ready for drinks at seven forty five." 

Sally blanched. "Jo, its all right for you. You never put on an ounce, I have to struggle to stay still, and I'll be struggling a lot harder tomorrow! Oh, what the hell, thanks! In for a penny, in for a pound. I'll see you later, I have to go and stock the house up again. Greg eats me out of, well you know. Bye for now".

Jo watched, with a speculative eye, as Sally made the return trip across the street. What a lovely person she is, she thought. Sally's exercise regime was paying off, Jo could see her bottom was a lot trimmer than it had been. She felt the familiar tingle, as she wondered yet again, if she would play?

Sally pushed her chair back from the table with a groan. "Jo, you'll be the death of me yet. That was just fantastic, talk about melt in the mouth! Wow!" She picked up her napkin and wiped her lips clean. "I'm totally stuffed. Have some more of this wine." She leant forward to pick up the bottle only to find it empty. She waved it enquiringly at Jo. "Is that two, we've had? Oh well, where's the port I brought over?"

Jo stretched an arm, to find the port decanter. She stood up, and brought fresh glasses from the dishwasher. She confided, "I hate those silly little thimble glasses for port. You just can't get the aroma from them. I'm a great believer that port should be in huge glasses. Apart from anything else, as you get wobblier they're easier to refill!" She poured the dark wine into the goblets, and sat down again. "Now tell me, what upset you so badly last night. You really were in a state this morning, and it wasn't all to do with Greg going. Was it?" Jo leaned back in her chair and idly twirled her glass as Sally struggled to think.

Sally started, " We had a bit of a fight last night". She paused. "He's been on at me, about us being in a bit of a rut, in bed." Sally giggled then burst out laughing. Jo looked blank. Sally struggled with herself, "Jo, bed: rut, rutting in bed? Oh well, I thought it was funny. Anyway, what was I trying to say? I suppose it boils down to, wanting to try anal stuff. Since I started at the club, and lost a few pounds, he's become very interested in my bottom. He's been, well, touching me there recently, and hinting pretty broadly. Well, let's just say, that he hurt me a bit last night, and we had a fight. Jo, say something, please. I'm getting embarrassed here. Help me out please?"

Jo's thoughts had flown to the last night she had shared with Duggie. The one she treasured. The one before he had gone offshore, for that last time. The delicious feeling as he had taken her bottom: the tenderness of it, the loving closeness. She came back to herself with a little shudder. Her nipples were swelling, expressing their interest. "Hmm, yes I see, I think. It's a bit of a classic this one. He wants, and you don't, equals fight, plus of course the other essential element, bad timing. You've both got three weeks to stew about it all, right? What's your objection? I mean, we've talked about sex before, and you've never said anything about having hang-ups. Sally, I'll tell you a little secret here, strictly between us, okay? I used to love taking Duggie in my behind; it was one of our favourite things." Jo topped up Sally's glass and took a draft from her own. "I suspect there's something else going on here. Something happened to you before, am I right? And I suspect you got hurt. Your face is saying yes, you know. Do you want to tell me about it?"

Sally took another long drink. " Yes, you're right. I suppose this might sound silly, but it's been with me a long time. I had to go to the doctor when I was thirteen, and there was a nurse there. She, well, she examined me, and part of the examination was well, you know. The rubber glove bit. I remember her fingers, great big fat things. I was so frightened. Jo, she hurt me, hurt me a lot, I was bleeding there the next day, and I've hated that bit of me being touched ever since. The worst bit was, she knew she was hurting me, she was enjoying it: the bitch. I was feeling so vulnerable, as you do, especially at that age when your body is so private.

Jo walked round to Sally, and cuddled her. "Oh Sally, what an awful thing to happen. What a shame." She stroked Sally's face feeling the tears running, from the miserable memories. "Sally! Come and see me again tomorrow, in the afternoon, yes? I can help you with this, honestly I can. Say yes, dearest say yes?"

Sally sniffled and blew her nose. The port was making her emotions very fragile. "What have you got in mind, Jo? Therapy?"

Jo smiled at her upturned face. "Just come and see me tomorrow, now I think it's time for bed. Come on, off you go. As Sally stood up, she tottered: Jo caught her deftly. Hmm, not really fit to go are you? Right, my girl. It's the spare room for you tonight. Is your place secure? It is, okay then; you're staying here! Come on up the stairs. Here's the bathroom. I'll see you in the morning. As Jo went back down the stairs, to switch things off, she heard the sounds of Sally losing the port. Well, well, she won't have as many calories to worry about after all! She grinned at the thought.

The next morning, when Sally woke up, her head felt surprisingly good. From Jo's computer room, came the sound of a keyboard being expertly used. After showering, she made a fresh pot of coffee. Carefully balancing the tray, she went up to the computer room. As she entered, there was a mouse click and a triumphant "Ah ha!" As she handed Jo the mug of coffee, the printer started spewing out paper.

Jo swung round in her deluxe swivel chair and surveyed her. "Hmm, looking better than I expected, thanks for this." She waved the mug at her. "I was ready for one." She grinned at Sally. "Do you remember what we were talking about last night."

Sally blushed. "Yes, and I want." She stopped as Jo held up a hand. "What Jo?"

Jo smiled at her. "If this is the: it was just the drink talking speech, then forget it. One of the many things, you don't know about me, is that I used to be a nurse myself. Oh, a few years ago now, but one of the essential nursing skills is, oh, never mind that now. Right, are you fit enough to do some reading? She handed Sally the sheaf of paper the printer had produced. "Have a look at that lot, I'm off to start lunch." 

Sally found herself looking at a technical treatise, entitled: "The Anus. What every Nurse should know." When she looked at the clock on the wall, she was surprised to see a good hour had passed. Not only that, but there were enticing smells wafting up the stairs from the kitchen. There was a lot in the paper she didn't understand. Some of the language was very technical, but the gist was clear enough. As for the illustrations, well! She had never thought, that kind of dilation was possible! She stood, stretched, and went to the bathroom for a pee. When she returned to the computer room, she spotted a book partly hidden by the monitor. Always curious as a cat, she investigated. An hour of reading later she was aroused and amazed. Jo liked reading about spanking games. Well, well.

Jo was standing in a cloud of steam at the sink, as she drained water from a pan. She turned, as Sally entered with her sheaf of paper. "Well, what do you think of that little lot? Opened your eyes has it?"

Sally blushed again. This was so personal. "Yes, it certainly has, Jo. I really had no idea about this. But surely, it's all done under general anaesthetic"?

Jo grinned at her. "Most, yes, but, you'd be amazed at what I've had to put up bottoms, before now! Some very willing ones at that"! She smiled at the memories. "If you want, I can show you a thing or two, after lunch"?

Once the washing up was done, Jo took Sally to her bedroom. She went to a drawer, and beckoned Sally closer. "I want you to promise that this is to be just between us, okay." Sally nodded. Jo pulled the drawer open, and nestling inside, was a set of objects Sally had never seen in real life. "Now, these are what Duggie and I used to relax me before we had sex that way. I am only showing you them to give you the idea. If you decide to go this route, then you'll have to get your own. Now, what I'm proposing here is, that we try to overcome this little problem together. Do you want to try"? As Sally hesitated, Jo reached out and cuddled her. "I'll be so gentle with you, please try at least." Sally mutely slid her arms around Jo, and cuddled her in return. Jo's hands slid down to Sally's bottom and rubbed her cheeks. "Now remember this is no big deal, just take off your skirt and panties, while I go to the bathroom for some things."

Sally took off her skirt and sat on the bed. This is just weird, she thought, yet I'm feeling so randy. She's going to touch me there; oh what have I got into. She was just starting to put on her skirt again when Jo returned.

"Now Sally, what are you doing. Cold feet, is it?" Before Sally could say anything, Jo had taken the skirt off her. With an authority in her voice, Sally had never heard before, she said, "Come on, knickers off, and on to the bed, on your back please". Sally lay back on the bed, but with her white cotton panties still on. Jo took a step forward and with one hand lifted Sally's legs and with the other pulled her panties down and off. "Now, lets not have any more modesty from you. I've seen it all before, and more. Now scoot forward, and part your legs for me, I have to see what I'm doing."

Sally felt completely astonished; here she was on show to her best friend. Jo slid a disposable glove on to her right hand, and from the dresser took a pot of ointment. She applied the thick looking substance, to the first two fingers. "Now then, lets see if I can make this fun." Roll over, if you don't want to show me too much." Sally promptly rolled on her side. All right Miss Modesty, here we are." Jo lifted Sally's right cheek, to expose her neat pink anus. She lent forward and blew on it gently. Sally near leapt out of her skin. Jo began to laugh. "Sally, you're just so uptight, it's almost funny". Sobering, she added. "But, it's not is it, not funny at all." Using a gentle circular motion she spread the thick baby? around Sally's anus." How does that feel, apart from greasy?"

Sally replied warily, "That actually feels, almost nice." One fingertip pressed into her hole slightly, and Sally stiffened. "Hey! Oh!" As it slipped out again. Round and round it went, only to ease in a little, to stay. Sally pushed reflexively, and to her surprise, the finger eased in a touch more. "Oh! Wait. I think that's okay, let me alone a minute please." Jo paused, hoping to continue. She felt a stir in her groin. Sally's bottom was a beauty: with tight rounded flesh, and the prettiest pink back door. No wonder Greg felt tempted.

Jo wiggled her finger slightly and teasingly asked. "Is madams' preference for in or out?"

Sally giggled uncertainly, "Can I try more 'in' please. Oh! Oh easy. Oh, that's deeper this time. Oh, that's actually good"!

Jo had gone for gold, in the gentlest way, and now had her finger almost all the way in. Time for the next manoeuvre. "Sally, I'm going to take my finger out, then I want you to roll on to your back, as I want you to try something. Okay?"

Suspiciously, Sally turned on to her back. "What exactly have you in mind here?"

Jo smiled down at the frowning face. " Some more of the same, so open your legs please. Sally uncertainly parted her thighs, revealing to Jo, the prettiest pussy, presented to her admiring eyes. Jo sat on the bed, beside Sally, and reached under her. Her finger found Sally's bottom entrance again, and paused. "Now, push out a little for me." She felt Sally's muscles open her anus a little. "That's fine, now I'm going to put my finger in." As she spoke, her finger deftly entered to its full length. Her thumb found Sally's vagina, and teased there. Sally stiffened, then relaxed slightly. "Right, what I'm going to do, is to let you feel how nice it is, when your bottom and pussy are touched at the same time. Now another thing, you feel me press here. Yes?"

Sally felt a steady pressure, on her upper rectal wall that became a rubbing motion. "Yes, I feel that, rather nice actually."

Jo grinned at her, "If you do that to a man just there, you get blast off!"

Sally stared at her. "You're saying he'll come, with just that? I don't believe you; you're having me on now".

Jo rubbed inside her again with a firm circular movement. "If it's done like this, on the little gland they have, the prostate gland, then honestly yes. Some can't stand it at all, but a lot of men love to have their prostate rubbed. Their cocks drool with the stimulation, absolutely run with pre cum. Trust me, I've often seen it happen. I used to love collecting semen samples. What a feeling of power, to have a hulking man quivering and coming, because my finger was up his bottom doing this."

Sally could now feel Jo's other hand rubbing her vulva. She was getting really hot now. The sensation of the thumb in her vagina, the finger deep in her arse and now her clit getting the treatment, was suddenly all too much. With the picture in her mind, that Jo had just conjured up, she came with a little yelp and shudder. Jo gently removed her fingers, and then the glove from her hand. She cuddled Sally tight until her breathing slowed.

"How was that," Jo asked. "Did I make you feel good? Did you have a lovely come?

You're nice and relaxed now; do you want to try something else? " She murmured into the hair at Sally's neck, "I've just had a really wicked idea. Why not tell Greg, if he wants your bottom, he must oblige you with his!" 

Sally shifted on the bed to look at Jo. "Now, that's an idea and a half, but how can I? " She trailed off embarrassed. "Now Jo, this is getting a little out of hand. If you think for one minute that I'm going to be able to get Greg to do that, well, it's laughable."

Jo winked at her. "You might be surprised at what men like. I'll tell you more later, okay."

Jo got up and went to the drawer. She selected the smaller of the probes, she had shown Sally earlier, and in front of Sally's fascinated eyes, greased it with a deft sliding motion. She sat back down beside Sally and got her to turn on her side. I think you'll enjoy this now. She centred the probe on Sally's bottom hole, and began to push and twist it in. "Sally, push out for me, like you did for my finger". Sally strained a little, gasping as she felt the bulge enter her. Jo left the probe in for a moment, then began to slowly slide it in and out. The bulge was now exercising Sally's bottom in a most delightful way. Jo watched carefully, as Sally relaxed into the motion; her bottom moving with the action. Jo removed the little probe, and patted Sally's bottom. I think that's enough for a first time. How about a shower, seeing as how I've made you all greasy?


Sally's Suprise



Sally certainly felt greasy as she stood up and felt the stickiness between her cheeks. "Jo, I'd love a shower but I've nothing to change into."

"That's not a problem, we're much the same size, so you can put on: now let's see." Jo was lifting out slacks and jerseys for Sally to select from. "I don't have a bra to fit you, as you're, well, a bit smaller than me." 

Sally laughed. "I don't often wear one, as you well know. I hated being small, when the other girls were bursting out all over the place, but now I count my blessings, in that department." She unbuttoned her blouse, demonstrating she had no need of any bra at all. Her breasts were at best a double A, with delicate pink nipples. Sally headed for the bathroom, giving Jo another view of her trim bottom, and then Jo heard the shower running.

Jo took a deep breath, and stripped of. She hoped this would work out. She had fancied Sally for a long time, and the events so far, were beyond her wildest dreams. Her pussy was damp she fully realised. She quietly entered the bathroom, raising her voice over the water noise to call, "Room for one more?" To her joy, the answer was affirmative!

Jo opened the shower door, and found Sally washing under her armpits. An action that all but made her breasts vanish. Jo found another cake of soap, and lathered her hands. "Right, my lady, bend over for me please; so your obedient servant here can finish her job". Giggling, Sally obediently offered her cheeks, squatting slightly to open her bottom, to the soapy hand. Jo was getting quite excited, as she firmly rubbed the lather, into the offered crease. She warned Sally, "I'm going to wash inside you now". So saying, she slid a finger up Sally's pink pucker. Sally quivered: this felt so good to her now. Jo eased her finger out, and gave Sally a little spank on her wet behind. "I've done, my lady, round you come please." Sally spun round, but Jo caught her, as she slipped. "Steady girl!" Jo soaped her hands again, and with a whispered "May I." she cupped Sally's mons in her hand. Sally smiled at her, reaching out her hand, she found Jo's cunt. Jo started at the unexpected touch, and Sally giggled.

They stroked each other for a moment then embraced. Sally kissed her, full on the lips for a minute. They separated, as drowning became a real possibility. "I did this before with a girl. A long time ago, now, but I'm no virgin at this. You were so gentle with me, and that was some come, I had." Sally was stroking Jo's back, their streaming breasts nipple to nipple. This is no place to talk, let's get dry, and go to bed. I want to play with you!" 

Under the covers, Sally wound her arm around Jo's neck to ease her closer. Their lips met, and they kissed deeply. Sally pulled back, and with her free hand rubbing Jo's flat tummy, asked. " You know earlier, you were saying you had an idea about Greg and me? Have you ever done something like that"?

Jo took a deep breath. "Well, actually, a few times with Duggie."

Sally squealed, "Really, you really have? You have to tell me, please?"

Jo changed position slightly, so that one hand found Sally's breast. She stroked the small mound while she considered. "Are you listening? Well, I found a man who loved bottom play, Dougie, of course, and after a while he made some very broad hints. As I told you, there is something very powerful for me, having a man, shall I say, play that way.

Sally, a little crossly said, "Hey, come on, let's be honest about this please".

"Ok, so you want me to spell it out for you, all the details, in detail?"

Sally wriggled, as the hand on her breast stroked harder. "Yes come on, this is interesting, to put it mildly."

"Well, I'd start with a finger, then use the dilators, one of which you met just now. When he was ready, he'd kneel on the floor, and I would straddle him. Then I'd use, oh, to hell with it; it's easier to show you. Just a minute." Jo scrambled out of the bed and with her boobs swaying went to the dresser. She opened a drawer and took out a cloth bag. She got back in, beside Sally, and said, "Here".

Sally opened the little zip, and shook out the contents. There was a silence as she figured it out. "Oh, this is amazing: can I try it on"? She was holding a rubber cock in one hand, a harness in the other. 

Jo smiled at her fondly. "Slow down dearest, you don't have the whole picture, yet. Shake the bag!" Puzzled now, Sally did as instructed, and another two items fell out. Now Sally was lost and looked it. "Okay, here's a hint. Two for you, one for him".

Sally held the fake cock, and contemplated it thoughtfully. "It's not very big is it: really, it's rather slim. 

Jo burst out laughing, "It's big enough dear, believe me. Anyway, it's the ripples, which do the business. 

Sally put the cock to one side, and picked up a short rather thick dildo. "This must be for my, I mean your pussy, yes?"

"Yes, and this is for my bottom." Jo said, showing Sally the little butt plug, that completed the set."

Sally fumbled with the harness, trying to work out the way to fit the parts together. "This must be simple but..." she trailed off. 

"It is really, look, like this." Jo pushed the cock through a ring, then fitted the pussy end to it. The butt plug, she neatly fitted to the harness. "See. Want to try it on?"

Jo removed the plug. "You're not ready for that, quite yet."

Sally felt herself getting wetter. Nude in bed with Jo had made her wet enough, and handling this amazing toy, well, she felt high. "Oh, yes please." She scrambled round; Jo held the waistband out, for her to step into. Jo helped her pull it up her thighs.

"Now, you're on your own for this bit. Just ease it in slowly as it's quite thick. That's good, a little more, yes, and again."

Sally let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Oh, the width! Oh, me."

Jo took hold of the cock and gently pulled and pushed it. Sally's eyes bulged at the sensation in her pussy. "Oh! Wow! Where's the mirror, I must see this." As Jo pointed, she scampered with her cock and little breasts bouncing, to pose in front of the mirror. Jo came behind her, reaching round, to grip the dildo firmly. Sally squirmed, as Jo made the cock inside her, move in sympathy with her wanking movements. With her other hand, Jo took hold of Sally's right tit, and stroked her rigid nipple. Sally rubbed her bottom into Jo's crutch. "This is hot, she whispered, this is so fucking hot!" 

Jo murmured in her ear, "Do you want to use it, get some practice with it. It feels good, doesn't it? Turned you right on, hasn't it? Well I've got a home waiting for it. Come and fuck me Sally, will you please? Give my bottom a nice fuck please?

Sally dragged her eyes from the mirror, to Jo. She looked into Jo's eyes, and a slow smile spread, "You are serious here. Yes?" Jo nodded affirmation. Sally turned to give Jo a cuddle but the cock got in the way. Jo giggled and Sally laughed with her. 

As they sobered, Jo took the middle of the three dilators, and handed it to Sally. "Please". She said simply.

Sally took it, and finding the pack of gloves, wriggled one on to her right hand. "Now Madam, she said, let me see this bottom of yours. Bend over for me, so I can get at you." Jo silently bent forwards and opened the cheeks of her bottom with her hands. Her breasts hung from her chest; the nipples erect, shining pink with tightness. Sally realised this was a special moment, there was an undercurrent here. Ah, the book, the naughty book. There was a game to be played, of course, now she knew. Her pussy throbbed with the cock, she gave it another squeeze with her muscles, and she felt flushed. God, she felt aroused. She took a dollop of the heavy lubricant, on the tip on her gloved finger, and placed it on the centre of Jo's brown anus. Jo flinched, as the cold substance made contact. Sally gently rubbed around the offered hole, using gentle pressure to ease her finger in. For the first time ever, she felt Jo's tightness. "It's so hot, it feels really hot, oh! My finger's right in. Am I doing this right Jo? I'm not hurting you am I? Shall I move about at all or just stay still. No, I'll move it in and out, as I liked that." 

Jo said, "Move it please, what you're doing is lovely. Do you like the feel, the power? Look at me, bent over for you, It's special isn't it. Now the plug please."

Sally gave her a little slap. When I think you're ready madam. I'm enjoying this too much to rush. Her finger wiggled deep in Jo's arse, to underline the point. There was a slight flush on Jo's bottom, where the slap had landed. Sally watched as it appeared. Interesting, she thought. Sally worked her finger in as deep as it could go. She felt the heat, the pressure from Jo's arse. Her own nipples felt tight, swollen with excitement. Sally tried for another finger, but Jo protested.

"No, that's too much. Use the plug please, that's what it's for."

"Right you are then, one plug coming in. Sally took her finger out as she spoke and started to push the plug in. Jo wriggled, and her anus opened, as she bore down to take the bulge in.

"Oh! She gasped. Oh, yes, that's lovely." Her left hand sought for Sally's hand, to draw it round to the junction of her thighs. Sally tensed. Jo turned to look at her, wondering if she had blown it. Jo tugged firmly at the indecisive hand. "Please?" she whispered.

Sally relaxed, her fingers slid over the silky skin, through the short soft hair, to the crease of her centre. Sally found Jo's dampness, and leaning closer, caught the aroma of her passion.

Suddenly realizing the enormity of it all, Sally whispered, "Jo, let's stop a minute, I'm scared."

Jo froze, her passion turning from fire to ice. Turning, to face Sally, she whispered, "Oh, darling I'm so sorry. I've no intention of scaring you and if I have. I'm sorry." Opening her arms, she went to embrace her.

Sally forgot about the dildo. She winced, as did Jo, as both they and it collided.

Jo, reaching behind Sally, slid the straps down over her silky bottom. Sally wriggling as Jo pulled the cock, gently from her vagina. 

Jo, gathering Sally in her arms, cuddled her, running her hands soothingly, up and down, the smooth warm skin of her back. Crying, Sally held her tightly. They rocked together: standing, breast to breast, each lost in thought. Jo murmured in her ear, "It's all right, it's all right, you're still my friend, no matter what, you're still my friend."

Sally through sniffles mumbled, "I need you as a friend, but as a lover, I don't know. I feel as if I'm betraying Greg, and I just can't do that. Oh Jo, I can't hurt Greg."

Jo, thinking rapidly, stroking Sally as if calming a frightened kitten, murmured in her ear, "Who said anything about lovers, dearest, we're good friends. Now, let's not get cold, let's have another nice hot shower, to clean ourselves up."

Snuffling, Sally pulled back slightly. Jo couldn't help but notice Sally's nipples were still erect like hers. Pink and swollen they perked at her. Sally realized where Jo's eyes were looking, and blushed. "They don't lie. Do they? I can't deny, I'm excited by you, and all this. Oh, I don't know what to think."

Jo, stroking her said, "Come on, let's have that shower, then we'll see, okay?"

Sally followed her to the shower, thinking what a lovely figure she has, the peach like bottom swaying, walking through a sunbeam, that highlighted, the fine hairs at the base of her long spine.

In the bathroom, Jo switched on the shower, and turning to Sally, held out a hand.

"Share with me please?" Sally nodded and entered the cubicle. She heard a tap running, and Jo joined her, carrying a swollen rubber bag with a tube.

"What's this for?" asked Sally.

Jo smiled mysteriously. "I'll show you a lovely way of getting clean." She hung the bag, from a hook on the wall, water showering from the long thick, tapered nozzle, held in her right hand. "Open wide, let Jo inside!" She quipped.

Sally recoiled, frowning. "You are NOT, giving me an enema!" 

Jo laughed, then spluttered, as the shower water caught her open mouth. "It's for your pussy dear, not your bottom, although, it can be used for that as well. Now, there's an idea. She trailed off. She caught her thoughts, "No, let me show you, I think you'll like this: I love it!" As she spoke, the nozzle moved up Sally's thigh, to pause at her pussy. 

Sally could feel the heat, of the spraying water, despite the warmth of the shower. "Oh. Yes. That's nice, go on, put it in. OH! Oh, that's lovely." Sally squirmed, as the warmth rose higher in her pussy. "Jo, that feels really weird, actually, it's rather sexy. Then as Jo's hand caressed her vulva. "Very sexy, oh yes." Jo moved the nozzle slowly up and down for a few minutes. 

Catching herself, Sally asked. "Take it out please, I must be clean enough. Now for your turn". As Jo slid the douche out, Sally took hold of the nozzle, turning a willing Jo about. "Crouch for me, good, now here we go!" Sally guided the nozzle, into Jo's eager body. Feeling the last of the water, draining from her pussy: Sally thought, what a curious sensation. Jiggling the nozzle in Jo, with one hand, she used a soapy finger, on the other, to enter Jo's greasy bottom. "Now miss, how do you like that?"

Wondering how to answer, Jo had an inspiration. She put on a little girl voice. "What ARE, you doing, nurse?"

Catching on fast, Sally said. "I'm just giving you a little clean out, that's all. Nothing to worry about. You want your bottom to be clean don't you?" All the time, working her finger in Jo. She removed her finger and nozzle, then without warning, pushed the nozzle, into Jo's unsuspecting bottom. "Oh yes, I'll give you a clean out, you little madam."

In a quandary, Jo didn't know what to do. The water rushing into her felt great, but. "Sally what the hell are you doing? That's not my pussy, and fine you know it." Sally worked the nozzle deeper, pushing it in as far as she could, then using a fucking action, worked it in and out, but never all the way out. She glanced at the bag, still a good third left.

"I'm giving you a good clean out, just as you had planned for me. Well, madam, not as you intended is it?"

Laughing Jo, said, "Not at all, I had no ideas in this direction. I love it though. Rub me as well though, give my pussy a little rub please?"

Sally, leaning slightly against Jo, reached around her, to find her pussy. Her nipples were hot and erect, against Jo's wet skin. Still using the nozzle as a dildo, she moved it in and out, in and out, while rubbing Jo, on either side of her clit. Sally felt her pressing back against her breasts, harder, and harder, as she worked to bring her off. Lifting her hands to her breasts, Jo cupped them in her palms, her fingers stroking her nipples. Her hips giving little thrusts, in time to Sally's probing of her bottom. She stilled, shaking with the tension, the intensity, hovering on the plateau. Sally rubbed harder, faster. Shuddering, gasping, with a little scream, Jo came. Sally, realizing the bag was now empty, didn't know what to do next. Jo did!

"Take it out please, I have to go, I have to go. Now!" Sally removed the nozzle from Jo's bottom, and dripping wet, she shot out of the shower, to sit on the toilet.

There was a gushing noise, then, a groan of relief. Sally turned off the water, and finding the towels, draped one over Jo's shoulders, as the water drained out of her.

"Thanks Sally, I'll be sort of stuck here for a while. Give me another one please, so I can make a start on drying my hair. Sally handed her another towel, and after giving herself a quick rub down, took one of the robes from the selection hanging on the door, and put it on.

"Let me do that." Taking the towel from her, she gently massaged Jo's head drying off her short dark hair. Jo carried on making watery noises. 

Standing up, Jo said, "That's that." Wiping herself clean, she grinned at Sally saying, "I love the feeling of it on the way in, but if you'll pardon the expression, it's a bummer on the way out. Anyway, what possessed you, to put that up my arse?"

Sally reddened, "I don't really know, it just seemed the right thing to do at the time." She shrugged, making her small boobs move appealingly under the robe. 

"Well, truth to tell," said Jo giggling. "That is really an enema kit, so you had it in the right place. It makes a lovely douche though, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it certainly does." Sally said with feeling. "I've never had one before. I've read about them of course, but that's a first".

Sitting down on the toilet again, Jo muttered, "Damn, I thought I was finished, but apparently not", as another blast of water issued. "I might be a while here, how about you go, and make some drinks. I really fancy a gin and tonic, and you make a bloody good one."

Trotting down the stairs, to do the business with the drinks, Sally felt rather pleased with herself. This was a strange afternoon; she was having, very strange indeed. However, she admitted to herself, very interesting to put it mildly. She laughed to herself as she found the gin. She wished she hadn't frozen now, but there was always another day.

Picking up one of the long glasses, Jo took a swallow. "That's good, she declared, there's nothing like a good gin and tonic in the afternoon." She thought of adding, of unbridled lust, but reconsidered. "Are you feeling more comfortable now?" She arched an eyebrow in Sally's direction.

Sally flushed. "I don't know. I'm still very confused about this, I mean I went to an all girls school, but I've never encountered anything like this before. Just young girls exploring".

Jo set down her glass, and moved over to Sally. Using one finger to lift Sally's chin, she looked deeply into her eyes. Sally, I've never done this before either, so it's new to me too, honestly. I've had as big a shock as you have. It's true, you know, there's all sorts inside us. Sometimes, it just needs the right circumstances for it to emerge."

Sally laughed weakly. "So it would appear."

Patting the sofa Jo said. "Come and sit here, and I'll tell you a few things that Dougie and me, discovered about ourselves." Sally sat down curling her legs under her. Jo turned sideways to look at her. "Before I start, How's your bottom? Sore at all?" 

Sally shook her head. "No, it's fine, a little tingly, but okay."

"Good, that's good, but I'll give you some more help there, if you're willing?"

Sally flushed, feeling embarrassed. "Well, if you want to, I think that's a good idea." She said hesitantly.

"Now." Jo took a deep breath. "Dougie and I found, we were both turned on, by, well, bottom things. I taught him about his prostate gland and he loved it. He started to play with my anus and I liked it a lot. He liked it too. He said the tightness and the heat there, turned him on. He also talked about how intimate it was, to feel in me there. We found that we both liked spanking, taking and giving. Nothing serious, sex spanking, I suppose you'd call it. We had a lot of fun finding that out! We loved anal sex, both of us, and we discovered, we both liked enemas. In fact, Dougie loved to have them. I rather like them too, as you found accidentally today." She looked at Sally whose eyes were bright with interest. "Am I shocking you?"

"No, not at all, I'm fascinated, especially by the spanking. Doesn't it hurt"?

"Well, that depends what you mean by hurt. Sometimes I'd feel a little tender the next day, but not sore if you can follow that. You see the more you get turned on, the more you can take. We both found it one hell of a turn on. Taking is sexy, because you feel all vulnerable, and giving, well, that makes you feel, powerful."

"Did you get spanked on the bare, or." Sally paused.

"Not to start with, I'd wear, well I'd wear, what we called my spanky pants, a very thin pair, as he liked to see my skin through them. Then, after I was pink, he'd take them down, and yes, then it was, as you say, on the bare."




Sally's Suprise



Sally asked, "Then what happened?"

"Oh, he'd fuck my bottom, once it was nice and pink. Sometimes he'd take my panties down first, and grease me ready for after the spanking, and sometimes, he'd do it after he had me hot. Either way I loved it, so sexy, so lovely. You see, Sally, it's the person being spanked that's in charge, not the spanker. On the same theme, with anal it's the taker that's the boss as well."

"And you spanked him"?

"Oh yes, I spanked him alright. I had him wear panties, just like mine, while I reddened his bum. I found it so sexy, seeing those panties, with his erection bulging. The only thing was, it used to hurt my hand a bit, but what the hell, everything has a down side." Jo giggled, "Close your mouth please, Sally."

"You had him wear panties! Really! Why"?

"Well, they're sexy for a start, and it's sort of, part of the game. I wore special ones, for him, so it was only fair. Anyway, I thought his arse would look good in them, and so would his cock sticking out, and I was right. He thought they were sexy too, so it was a win win."

Nodding, Sally asked, "Do you still have them, the ones you wore, I mean?" 

Jo laughed. "Oh yes, I still have them, in fact I still wear them now and again." Seeing Sally's look, she hastily added. "Not for spanking, just for wearing. Do you want to see them?" Sally nodded yes, again. "Hang on they're upstairs, I'll get them."

A moment later, she returned with a very flimsy pair of silk pants. "Here you are, these are the ones we used, these are mine. Stand up, and try them yourself". Sally pulled them on, and twisted to see under the robe. 

"Damn, I can't see. I'll go up to the mirror in the bedroom". She briskly left the living room and took the stairs two at a time. Dropping her robe on the bed, she stood in front of the mirror. Bending over to look between her legs, she stared at her thinly covered bottom. Good grief, she thought, I can see everything. She could see her anus and pussy quite clearly through the material. 

Jo arrived in time to enjoy the view. "Well, do you think they're sexy?"

Sally straightened up. "Ooh yes, hellish sexy, they feel so soft and clingy. Where did you get these from?"

Oh, just one of my Internet buys you know, you've met some of the others already, at least your bottom and pussy have." Jo giggled. "Those are from the States, they rather cling don't they?

Sally was suddenly aware the panties had taken up residence in her bottom cleft. She looked behind her, at the mirror again, and sure enough, the material was like a second skin. "You'll have to show me the site, you got these from, I rather fancy some for..." She drifted off. 

"Hey, where have you gone?" Jo demanded.

Sally shook herself, "Oh, just thinking there, just thinking".

Hmm, so I see, these panties are rather tell tale," said Jo a little waspishly, looking at the dark patch appearing in Sally's crutch. "Come on, let's finish our drinks."

Sally sighed to herself, she had been so tempted to ask, to invite, damnit, she was tempted, but the moment had gone. Well, she would create a moment, maybe not today, but soon. She wanted to know what it felt like. She wanted to offer her bottom, for a slapping hand. She remembered that bit of Jo's book, she'd read, vividly. Not to mention, she rather fancied doing a bit of spanking herself.

After drinks, Sally got dressed in her clothes from the night before. Sally turned to Jo at the front door and smiled. "What can I say. You've opened my eyes, and no mistake. Give me a day, and I'll phone you, okay." Jo agreed and they kissed goodbye.

Sally opened her front door, and there was the answering machine flashing an angry red light. She gasped. "Oh Shit! Greg. He'd phoned the night before, and she hadn't told him, she would be out. Now she was for it. She switched on the computer, and boiled the kettle. By the time she made her coffee, the computer was ready. She connected, and mail poured in. Mainly along the lines of: where the hell have you been?

She scanned through the messages, and set herself to compose, an apology to Greg.

Thank goodness, he now had "E" mail on the platform, as getting the use of a phone could at times, be tricky at best, and impossible at worst. That done: she ran a hot bath, and sank into it for some deep thinking.

The next morning, having consulted the local directory, she set out to go shopping. In the third lingerie shop, she found just what she had imagined in her bath. A lovely skimpy bra and pants set, in the sheerest black material. To go with them, she bought matching hold up stockings. Satisfied with her acquisitions she set off for a large bookshop. In the section helpfully labeled "Erotica", she found a wide selection of paperbacks, with skimpily clad nubile women on the covers. Feeling more, than a little conspicuous, she browsed the display, then made her selection.

After she got home, having had a session at her gym, she settled herself down to read the first of her new books. She became very aroused as the heroine found herself being mistreated, in various ways and situations. Usually followed by unbridled sex, with handsome men, and women. Well, thought Sally, at least I qualify on that count. Reading the next scene, her hand snuggled under her sweat suit bottoms, and into her panties to fondle herself. Before she really realized what she was doing, she was close to orgasm. She looked out the window, and decided being upstairs was more discreet. Relocated on the bed, she pushed down her clothes and rubbed herself sensually, while studying a passage, where the heroine was being buggered after being spanked. Her hand moved faster, her fingers on her clit pressing harder, as she shuddered with the strength of her come. The tension, which she now realized, was a carry over from the day before, gone, she felt beautifully relaxed.

That evening she phoned Jo, but there was no answer. Looking out the window, she found Jo's work van gone. She sat at the computer, to compose a message.

Dear Jo,

Please come to dinner tomorrow evening, at seven thirty. I want to play "naughty girl". If you're willing, please dress "severely" and bring your toys with you. Otherwise, dress normally, and we'll have a good (I hope:) meal. I'll provide the wine.

Love,

Sally.

She agonized for a while over the wording, tweaking here and there, then paused, with her finger hovering over the send command. With a shrug, she pressed.

The next day, there was a reply awaiting her. "See you this evening, love Jo." Damn and double damn, she thought, not a clue there. Oh, well, time to go shopping. 

She left the supermarket, laden with ingredients for her best dishes. She considered herself a reasonable cook, but this was a professional she was entertaining. It was time for an all out effort!

By twenty past seven, she felt things were under control. She shot into the shower, and out again. Having organized her outfit earlier, she dressed rapidly. Yes, the black of the bra showed through her demure blouse nicely. The panties were very snug and in the mirror, the whiteness of her bottom shone through the fine material. Looking young, girlish, and innocent, she carefully applied makeup to enhance the effect. Pleased at the look she had created, she skipped down the stairs to the kitchen. All under control there, so she poured two glasses of the wine, she had carefully selected, and decanted. Twirling the glass by the long stem, she admired the deep red colour and sniffing, inhaled the bouquet.

The sound of the doorbell heralded Jo's arrival. They kissed briefly and Jo held her at arms length admiringly. "Well, don't you look pretty." Jo, with her stylish coat on, was giving nothing away. 

Sally said, "Let me take your coat please". Wondering frantically: what is she wearing, give me a hint, please give me a hint.

Smiling, Jo slowly undid the dark blue buttons.

"Curious are you," she teased. "Well, let's see". Still with the coat on, she wondered into the lounge. Finding the wine, she picked up a glass and raised it in toast to Sally. With a dreadful imitation she said, "Here's looking at you kid." Bursting into laughter, she set down the glass, shrugging off her coat to reveal a stiff white high-necked blouse, and a mid- calf black skirt. The cameo broach at her neck set it all off. "Severe enough, for you, young lady hmm?" Sally suddenly felt trapped. She had asked but. Jo saw the flash of uncertainty. She picked up her coat and as Sally stepped forward to take it, she enveloped her in a hug. "You'll be fine," she said. "I promise you'll enjoy yourself, and I hope me!" Sally gave her a squeeze back. Then her jaw dropped as Jo put her coat back on.

Jo grinned at her. "Don't panic I left something outside." Going to the front door, she went out, reappearing a moment later with a small overnight bag. "I know the invite was for dinner, but well you know, be prepared!" They both laughed, and after she had put Jo's coat away, they clinked glasses and sat down.

"We've got about ten minutes before it's ready", Sally said, "I hope you're hungry"? 

"Oh yes I'm starving", smiled Jo, "I was working last night and finished pretty late. I got your message when I came in, and haven't eaten today in anticipation". Sally thought, oh me, I hope it's going to be as good as I want it to be. Jo reading her mind, leant forward, and patted her arm, "Relax, it'll be fine, you're a very good cook you know. I've enjoyed every meal I've had here, and I'm sure tonight will be very special." 

Sally flushed at the generous compliment, then catching the innuendo, coloured deeply. She excused herself to serve. Jo called after her, "What's the wine? It's gorgeous." Sally returned with the bottle. She held it out to Jo.

"It's a rather elderly Rioja that I lucked on. It's very good isn't it?" Pouring another glass for them both, she smiled happily.

The meal was a great success. Sally, both relieved and excited found her appetite sharp. Jo offered to load the dishwasher and while she was occupied in the kitchen Sally set her stage in the living room. She turned off the electric lights, ensured the curtains were tight shut and lit several beeswax candles to create a mellow gentle glow. Her stage set, she was ready.

During the meal, there had been no mention of the major topic, they were both thinking about. Jo made a start. "What do you want, or what do you think you want?"

Sally jumped; lost in her thoughts she had been far away. "I've been thinking about what you were saying the other night. I'm interested to put it mildly; in what did you call it, 'bottom things.' What you were doing to mine, felt rather nice, once I trusted you. I can see possibilities there, and I'd like to have Greg, well you know. I bought some spanking stories yesterday, and I can't help but wonder whether it's as sexy, as they and you make out. I'm curious, I never was spanked. To be honest I'm hellish curious."

"Hmm yes, I can help you find out if you're sure. I think it's as sexy as all get out, but that's me. Now, perhaps you might want to get a few things. Fancy going shopping?" Jo asked.

"Shopping, at this time of night?" Sally queried.

"On the Internet dear, I know a few sites you might find interesting."

"Oh right, of course, I'll go and switch on the computer." Minutes later, Jo was navigating them briskly through a search. 

"This may take a little time as I've got these on my favorites." She blushed slightly at the admission. "Ah, here we are. Now, may I make a suggestion?"

"Yes, go on, just go to where you think what I need is." Sally was peering at the screen. "Good grief what was that," as Jo scrolled down a page.

"Extreme stuff, alright for some but not for me, or I think you. Ah, here we are. "Now I think a set of these, see you met that one with me, and I think this."

Sally looked at the harness Jo was pointing at, and taking the mouse clicked, "add to cart." Between them they added a few more items and paid.

"Now do you want to see that lingerie site?" Jo turned to look at her.

"Yes for sure, I've never seen panties as sheer as that before. I want some for me, and well..." She faltered slightly.

"Hmm, yes I can imagine who's going to wear the 'well' okay, here we are."

Decisions were swiftly made; colour, size and postal rates, then the final click and the computer switched off. 

The longer they sat, the more the tension grew. Sally glanced at Jo, only to see Jo studying her. She blushed. Jo laughed. Then getting serious, she reached out an arm, and with one finger, as she had done, she raised Sally's chin. "Sally, come and stand in front of me, stand like a naughty little girl." There was that command tone, in Jo's voice, again. She stood up, and placed herself in front of the seated Jo "I want you to take off your blouse please." Sally looked at Jo's serious face, looking at her, and slowly unbuttoned her cuffs. "Come away, faster. Take it off."

Sally's fingers, fumbled with the obdurate buttons. Then finally she shrugged it off her shoulders. She stood in her skimpy black bra, well aware, her nipples were betraying her. She felt them straining against the silky material of her bra cups.

Jo held out a commanding hand for her blouse: silently she gave it to her. She saw Jo's hand reaching out, then felt her warmth on her inner thigh. There was a pause, then Jo's hand rose up her leg, until she met the bare flesh, at her stocking top. The hand found her skimpy gusset, where it sampled, the dampness of her excitement.

"Good," she said, removing her hand. "Now, do you still want me to spank you? I know that's what you had in mind earlier, but are you still sure?" 

Sally, huskily said, "Yes". She cleared her throat, and more firmly repeated "Yes".

Jo patted her lap invitingly. "Lay down here, please. I do like the bra, very nice, I'm looking forward to seeing the rest."

Sally carefully bent over, allowing her weight to rest on Jo's lap. She felt a little silly, very vulnerable, and excited all at the same time.

Sally felt Jo's hand find her breast, and stroke her. The fingers circled until they centered on her nipple, which felt incredibly sensitive, and the bra cup strangely tight. Sally felt the warm hand cupping the weight of her breast, give a comforting squeeze, then release her. 

Sally felt the first slap land on the center, of her firm bottom. Well, she thought, that wasn't so bad. The next landed, then the next. Jo found a rhythm, and Sally felt the spanks landing, all round her arse. They were hard, but by no means unbearable, yet. Oh, why did I get involved in this, Ouch, as a harder one landed, she thought?

"Feeling hot yet?" Jo enquired. Sally shook her head, no.

Right miss, stand up, and take off that skirt." Sally stood up, to undo her zip. She wriggled the skirt down, and stepped out of it. She stood helplessly, wondering what to do. Jo motioned at the arm of a chair. "Bend over that, miss, bottom well out, please." Sally took the position, with her legs together, bending from the waist. "Oh no miss, not like that. Legs apart, bend at the knees. I want to see your panties stretched tight. As Sally adjusted her stance, "Yes like that, better, a little more, good". A hand stroked her bottom, then teased, between her spread legs. "Very nice miss, I can see everything. Very pretty panties too. Quite excited aren't you?" 

A spank landed on her right cheek. Shit, that stung, now that her skirt was off. Another on her left side, then her right again. The spanks were working down her bottom, alternate sides, until there was a double slap on the crease of her arse. Sally winced, her bottom feeling hot and tender, now.

Right, we'll have these out of the way." Sally felt her panties being taken down. "Still okay, not too much?"

Sally just nodded. 

"Now," said Jo", I want you to try this, I think you can cope, but we'll find out in a minute." Sally could hear the sound of a rubber glove being donned. Then she felt a liquid coolness on her rear hole. A slim finger pressed, then slipped slowly in and out of her bottom, gaining depth with each inwards push. She felt her bottom hole relaxing and a second finger eased in, stretching pleasantly. The fingers felt warm inside her. All too soon, they were withdrawn to be replaced by a blunt cold object. Something was opening her anus. "Push out a little for me: yes like that." Something large was entering her, then it narrowed and her anus contracted on it. She could feel something still outside her resting against her anus, and then her panties were eased back up over her cheeks. She heard the glove being removed and tensed in readiness.

Sally felt Jo's hand rubbing her bottom through the material. She relaxed slightly. The object in her bottom felt good, mildly stretching her anus, and giving her a lovely sensation of fullness. The hand caressing her stopped. 

"Ready?" asked Jo. Sally nodded.

The hand landed on the right cheek and then the left. The thing in her bottom entered her a little with the impact and retreated again. It felt curiously good. The spanks were getting harder, and without the protection of her skirt, Sally found the sensation a good deal sharper. Her arse cheeks were jumping with the impacts, and the thing in her bottom was concentrating her mind on her anus.

To her relief, just as she thought she was at the end of her tolerance, Jo stopped. 

"What a lovely colour you are, a really pretty pink. Shall I make you red, or is this enough."

"I'll try for red," Sally mumbled, not at all sure.

. Sally felt Jo undoing her bra catch, then freeing her breasts. Jo said, "I'm going to give you four on the bare now, and I want to see your titties swinging". Dougie was fascinated by the way mine moved. I dare say you will be too. 

Oh! I'm to spank her after this. Sally thought. I'll show her.

Sally felt her panties being taken down, and relished the coolness of air on her hot bottom. They clung for a moment in her crutch, held by the stickiness of her juices. She felt Jo's hand on the small of her back, warm and somehow reassuring. Then she heard a swoosh, and jerked as a blast of fire surged into her behind. She struggled to rise; the hand pressed her down. "Stay still." Jo barked. Swoosh, and again. There was a long pause. Then the hardest spank of all landed, right on the center. Sally yelped, her bottom now on fire, feeling very hot, tight and swollen. 

"Stay still, no keep your hands away. This is the good bit" Something was happening to the thing in her anus, the movement there stopped. There was a strange downwards pull on her anus now, making her clench her bottom. She felt a hand suddenly at her vulva, caressing there, then the thing in her bottom began to move slightly in and out. Her hips began to move with the motion in her bottom. She was incredibly excited, she suddenly found. Urging with her hips, she encouraged the hand fondling her pussy. It remained tantalizingly close to her clit. Two fingers rubbed her one on each side of her trigger. Then one went, and one finger circled her nubbin, the object in her bottom stretching her, as it eased through her narrowness, only to return through to refill her. The thing in her bottom was buggering her; in and out it surged. The intensity of the feeling there, distracted her from her clit. The finger circling around her clit moved to direct contact. She gasped, with the strength of the sensation. It rubbed harder in time to the action in her bottom. She shuddered, tensed, clenched tight with her anus, and came: intensely. The orgasm surged through her, making her toes curl tight, making her lose her balance. Falling forward, she lay over the chair arm panting, taking great lungfulls of air, as waves of pleasure washed through her. The thing in her bottom bulged through her anus a last time, as Jo withdrew it. Her bottom felt strangely empty and very hot. Reaching behind her, she was shocked at the heat radiating from her cheeks.




Sally's Suprise



Jo asked with a smile in her voice, "Do you want to see?" She was holding a mirror she had taken from the wall.

Sally somehow found the strength to turn her head, and there was her bottom reflected in the glass, glowing red, cherry red. She saw her hands reaching back again, and again she gasped at the tenderness and heat. "Jo, what have you done to my poor arse?" She half sobbed.

"Nothing you won't be doing to mine, I hope!" Jo replied a little tartly. 

Sally took stock. Her bottom was glowing now, but was it pain she felt? Her pussy was wet, very wet. Her nipples were tight, aching. She felt exposed, open, and very satisfied. Her bottom was tender, hot, but not painful. She felt her panties being rearranged over her cheeks. They felt wonderfully cool. 

Lying on the other chair arm, was a short wide brown leather strap with a handle. Jo saw her eyes and said, "I told you that spanking hurt my hand, so I got Dougie to make that. That gave you the last ones. Yours is only the third bottom to meet it. I want mine to be the second tonight. You will won't you?"

"Jo, give me a minute, to come back to myself. That was one of the most amazing orgasms I've ever had. What were you using in my bottom?"

Jo, smiling, held up a slim butt plug, with a handle attached. "This is what you felt at first," she said, taking off the handle. It has this double ripple on it, then see, it narrows, for your anus to grip. Then the handle fits like this", she said demonstrating, "And it can be used as a dildo". Rather neat isn't it?" 

Sally watched the way it fitted, and her sensations now made sense. "That's very clever, and my God, it felt good. I just didn't realize how good, my bottom could feel! I suppose that's another, of your Internet buys?"

Jo grinned at her, "How, did you guess. I avoided showing you this earlier, when we were browsing, because, well, I thought, you might enjoy meeting it first. I was right wasn't I? After all, feeling is believing!" Laughing, she handed it over.

Sally eased herself up off the chair. "Oh yes, you were right about that, and a lot of other things as well. Now, I need a glass of wine, what about you?"

"I rather think, a glass of that nectar will go down very nicely. Do you think I deserve it now?"

Sally began to giggle. "I'm sorry I jumped on you just now, but well..."

Jo cuddled her reassuringly. "I know: l know it's rather a shock. I must tell you were very good. That, was one hell of a come!"

Sally giggled, " It was rather, wasn't it. I think that was one of my all time best. Thank you, it was special. But oh my arse!" Reaching behind herself, she rubbed furiously.

Jo laughed. "I'll bet it's not as hot, as even two minutes ago, is it?"

Sally thought for a moment, "Actually you're right, it's just a glow now, but what a sexy feeling it is. I'm still really randy despite just coming." She felt herself, flush with embarrassment, at her candidness.

Jo filled their glasses. Handing one to Sally, they silently toasted each other.

"Want to sit down for a minute?" Jo mischievously enquired.

Sally shook her head negatively. "No thanks I'll just stand for now. I'll invite you to sit in a few minutes and we'll see if you want to. In fact speaking about that, I need some hints here."

Jo looked uncomfortable. "Well, the target for want of a better word, has to be warmed up, so to speak before anything sort of hard happens." She drifted off. "Oh, just do to me, what I did to you. That's what I want."

Getting practical Sally asked, "Have you another one of these," pointing at the dildo.

Jo frowned. "No, but if you give it a good wash, and put a condom on it, that will be fine."

Sally returned, with the clean, and covered dildo.

"Have you got your special panties, on I wonder? Perhaps I should have a look."

Jo was taking off her skirt. "No! Leave that on! I'll tell you to take off what I think's required." Jo smiled at her tone, the take charge tone. 

"Show me what's under the skirt, bend over, and lift it right up." Bending, Jo reached behind her, and raised the cloth, to show the ultra thin panties, tight across her round bottom. "Oh, garters! Well. Well! Dressed to kill are we." Sally could see Jo's sex clearly; the circle of her anus peeped at her, and there was no mistaking her excitement. The scent was powerful in her nose. 

"Do you want to be lubed, before or after?" Jo looked round at her in surprise. 

"Now, please, that would be really nice." 

As Sally paused, wondering, Jo said, "In my bag, it's all in the bag. I told you I came prepared." She giggled.

"With mock severity, Sally said, "I'll take that smile off your face. Skirt off first, I think. Let's see. Now, blouse off." Jo unbuttoning looked at Sally standing in front of her, her bare tits jutting proudly. Sally's nipples were pinkly erect. Jo shrugged off her blouse, revealing a skimpy sheer, white bra. Sally stepped forward cupping Jo's firm breasts, in her warm hands. She lent closer, and kissed Jo hard on the mouth. Opening her lips and teasing Jo with her tongue. Squirming her tongue she almost forced Jo, to let her tongue into her mouth, and to kiss back properly. Sally put her hands behind Jo's back, and unclipped the bra, bringing the straps off her shoulders, as her hands came back round. The bra dropped to the floor as they embraced, kissing deeply, enjoying the feel of each other's breasts, against their own. Sally broke the embrace first. Stepping back, she said. "That's a thank you." She hefted Jo's bare tits in her hands squeezing gently. "What a lovely pair you have, I'm jealous."

Jo, eyeing Sally's, replied "I don't see why, yours are perfect."

Jo standing waited. Sally hefted the strap thoughtfully, and gave it an experimental swing. "Bend over with your hands on the chair." Jo stooped, her bottom well out, her knees bent. Sally stood beside her, and caressed the offered cheeks. The material of Jo's panties felt very smooth. Sally slid her hand, through the gap between Jo's thighs, and gave her vulva a little rub. "There's a swamp, in here." She giggled.

Jo snorted. "And I suppose you're bone dry!"

Sally found the waistband, and revealed Jo's arse. She laid out the gloves, and lube ready. Putting on a glove, she squeezed out a dollop of lube onto her index finger, then circled Jo's neat brown anus, with the cold fluid. Round and round she stroked, then centered her finger, and pushed firmly. Wow, it felt hot inside her. She explored carefully, while Jo stood stock-still. Sally had to admit to herself, that feeling inside Jo's bottom, was a major turn on. She removed her finger, to give herself more of the lube. She gently worked in two fingers, easing them in and out, until she felt the tightness relax. Satisfied that she was properly prepared: she drew up Jo's panties.

Sally spanked Jo hard, on her right cheek. Jo quivered, her boobs swinging with the impact. Sally spanked again, and finding a rhythm, worked her way all round Jo's taut bottom. Sally concentrated on turning all the flesh the same colour. This was fun!

She stopped, and took Jo's panties down. "Oh! Why are you bare, this is new. Are you up to something else?" She felt between Jo's legs admiring the smoothness of the freshly shaved pubis.

Jo giggled, saying nothing.

Picking up the dildo, Sally worked it in to the depths of Jo's arse. She gave it a little back and forth jiggle, then picked up the strap. A feeling of power surged through her. "Are you ready?" She asked. Jo nodded. "I think six of these." Jo shuddered.

Sally swung, and landed the first just where she wanted, on Jo's lower cheeks. Jo's breasts swung forward with the impact. She got the second at the top. Concentrating she carefully placed the others, slightly overlapping across the middle of Jo's scarlet behind. Dropping the strap, she fitted the handle to the dildo, and was surprised at the grip Jo had with her anus. She worked it for a minute, until she had it sliding easily, then found Jo's clit. Seemingly seconds later: Jo came.

"I'm sorry." Jo said.

"What ever for?" Sally asked.

"For coming so soon, but I'm just so excited". Her chest still heaved with the exertion, breasts flushed. "Take it out of my arse now, please, that's enough of that."

Sally eased the dildo out, and sat down. Jo knelt in front of her and rested her head on Sally's thighs. She felt behind herself and winced. Lifting her head, she asked. "Can I try something please?"

Sally said, "Sure."

"Let me take these off", reaching for Sally's panties. Sally raised her hips to help. Jo skimmed them down and off. She used her hands to move Sally's thighs apart, and with a smile she leaned forward, then licked right at the top of Sally's cleft. Sally felt the tongue slide up her open pussy, and swirl on her clit. She jerked involuntarily. Jo giggled, which made it worse. The tongue seemed to vibrate right on her clit, and Sally squirmed to get away. Reproachfully, Jo pulled back. "Please let me, I've always wanted to taste a girl, and you're delicious."

Sally shrugged, her tits moving prettily with her shoulders. "If you want to". Said, uncertainly. This only happened in the spanky books, not in reality surely. Yet Jo's tongue, now sweeping her pussy felt so good. Oh, this is why she's shaved herself. Can I do the same? Should I? Then she had to concentrate on the gorgeous feelings, created by Jo's hot wet tongue. Finding her clit, the tongue circled, then licked, pressing harder, as Sally's hips stirred and rose to match her excitement. Sally reaching for the back of her knees, got her hands underneath, then spread them as wide as she could. She slid forward on the seat, opening herself even wider, to Jo's busy tongue. Her anus now became a target. Jo licked lower, and circled her there. She started great sweeps with her tongue, clit to anus and back. Back, she licked to her anus, and probed deeply. Sally bore down, to allow the warm muscle in. Up again to her clit, where she concentrated her attentions. Round and round, she licked pressing harder, moving faster. Sally felt the tension peaking. "Oh yes, Jo! Oh yes, harder, come on come on, like that. Yes, There. Yes. THERE. More, more, OH, OH, YES! 

Jo drew back, looking with satisfaction, at the orgasmic blush colouring Sally's chest, and breasts. Another ambition achieved!

Sally eased down her legs, to the floor, feeling totally spent. "Oh Jo! What possessed you to do that? Oh how lovely, how utterly bloody lovely."

Jo smiled a Cheshire Cat smile. "Your taste changes you know." Sally didn't. "Yes, there's a difference between your sort of general pussy taste, and your clit. And, as you're about to come, the taste changes again, gets sort of sharper. I thought you'd like to know." She giggled. "Look at you, you're fucked."

Sally groaned, "That's true. What a come: that was just amazing. Where's the wine I need to take five here. You're just too much." As, Jo turned away to get Sally's glass. "Jo your poor bottom, it's still bright red, was it too much, did I really hurt you?"

Amused, Jo turned smiling, "No, dearest it was just right, and it feels lovely now, a lingering glow. How's yours?"

Sally paused, checking, "It's fine, as you say, a lingering glow. Hey, let's go and compare. " Giggling, they raced each other up stairs, and stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom. Two rosy bottoms, with turned faces looking, reflected back at them. Sally started laughing, "This mirror will never have seen this before, I bet." 

Jo grinned, "It's an antique so you might be wrong!" 

Sally put her hand on Jo's arse, "Are you sure I didn't go too hard. You're still pretty hot."

Jo shook her head, "No, I'm fine, but what do you say to a shower. We're both a bit rank." 

Sally sniffed, and laughing said. " A right pair of polecats aren't we, come on then, but will you wash my back?"

Jo slapped her bottom gently, "Your back and the rest, I've got the douche with me."

"Oh great, I hoped you had, there's something I want to ask about that, about what you said the other night."

In the bathroom Sally asked, "How did you manage to shave yourself down there."

Jo winked at her, "All done with mirrors!"

Laughing Sally said, "Really, you did it like that. A bit tricky I'd have thought."

"Well it's like everything, practice makes perfect. Shall I do yours for you?"

"Hmm, it's a thought, it'll certainly be a surprise for Greg, when he comes home." Sally paused, thinking about Greg, and what was going on in his absence.

Catching the drift of her thoughts Jo changed the subject. "You wanted to ask something, you said a minute ago."

"Sally flushed. " Yes, this is a little indelicate but when I washed the dildo earlier, you know, ah, well it was a bit dirty."

Laughing Jo said "Spit it out, you mean there was some shit on it."

Scarlet now, Sally nodded. "Well, I wondered about how clean one should be before these sort of games. In the books they sometimes talk about, well, what I did to you the last time we showered."

Amused, Jo nodded. "Like I said that can be fun as well. But it's not necessary, if that's what's bothering you. Oh I've left the bag down stairs. You get in and I'll be back in a minute." 

Water hitting from all sides, Sally luxuriated in the hot water. This was her dream shower that Greg had installed a couple of months before. Bliss!

Joining her, Jo opened the shower door and recoiled at the belch of steam. "Good grief! This is some affair, you've got here. Holding up the douche, "Is there somewhere to hang this?"

Sally pointed to where the shower jell was hanging. "There should be about right. The higher the better I suppose?"

"Yes but not too high otherwise it takes you off your feet". Seeing the look on Sally's face: "Just kidding".

Sally took the spurting nozzle, and found Jo's pussy with it. She moved it slowly up and down, while Jo squirmed. " Is that enough for you, or maybe a little more." Sally teased her. " Or do you want it in the back, like the last time?"

Shaking her head, Jo laughed. "No, that's enough, more than enough. Your turn I think. Take it out now before I get carried away again." With her hand on Sally's, she guided it out, then held it under one of the shower jets to clean it.

"Now madam, your turn". 

Sally crouched a little, to open herself, and Jo deftly slid the douche in. "Oh that feels good. That's even better." As Jo worked the nozzle, further in. The spurting heat pulsed against her most sensitive flesh. Oh, I can't take any more that's enough."

Drying them off, Jo asked Sally, "You know that awful nurse that hurt you?" She saw Sally stiffen. "Was it something more than just her finger in you, that made it so traumatic?" Sally, shook her head, no. Jo thought: Liar. 

"Jo, will you give me a trim like yours? I fancy trying that."

"Ah, dare to be bare is it? Okay, have you got a decent razor?"

Oh, yes, that's not a problem, but where would the best place be?"

Laughing, Jo said. "Would you believe between your legs!"

"Alright, alright you know what I mean, is lying down best or what?"

"Yes, on the bed is fine if you want."

"Now I need a bowl a towel, scissors, razor and a cloth."

"Yep okay I'll get that lot, what about soap?"

"Oh! Right, I'll need that as well, and I don't suppose there's any of that wine left."

"Oh Jo, what about a steady hand? Actually there is and another bottle decanted! But only after I'm silky smooth."

"Now I'll clip this lot away first. Fine hairs fell in clumps to the floor. That's fine, now if you just open a little wider. This might tickle so don't move okay. The razor stroked up and down. Now this is the tricky bit as the hairs just here grow in different directions so I'm going to move you about a bit. Don't move! Jo's warm hand pulled her flesh tight, stretching her mound to reveal the hair just above her clit. Now then have a feel and see if I've missed anything."

"Wow that's smooth, that's brilliant Jo, really good."

"Well, we'll see how it feels in the morning, when the razor burn sets in then the itch the day after!"

"Oh I see, you tell me the down side now that the deed's done." Typical!

"Well you didn't ask did you. Anyway I missed a bit myself, fancy trying your hand?

Sally knelt between Jo's legs and carefully applied a good layer of soap to her target. Using great care, she stroked the razor over the bit Jo indicated. She went down one way and up another feeling the razor bite both ways. Yes this was the way to do it. Finished, she wiped off the excess soap and leaning forward found Jo's clit with her tongue. She had known from the start when Jo asked her to have a go what the likely outcome would be. Like Jo had been, she was curious too. Using both hands she separated the labia and studied the layout. Peeping at her from under its hood, Jo's clit seemed the right place to start. Cautiously, she poked out her tongue and touched it. Hmm, sharp right enough. She savored it for a moment, then with more confidence, used her tongue to make circles around the little organ. Getting bolder, she dragged her tongue in one long sweep down to Jo's opening. There was a difference in the taste there, a distinct difference, sweeter, less sharp, whatever. Even better, she found they were both rather delicious. Confident now, she set to. Long strokes ending on the clit seemed to give the best reaction. Jo's thighs trembled on either side of her head. She moved her hands and took hold of Jo's bottom cheeks. As she felt her getting more excited, she concentrated on her clit, relishing the tingly taste. One finger found her bottom hole and circled there pressing gently. She felt Jo push out, to help her entry there and willingly she obliged by entering her. Sally found her finger encased in tight heat. Jo's hands found her head and guided her to stay on her pleasure bud, as she found the right rhythm the hands relaxed. Jo lifted her legs, as Sally had, to give her more room. Jo groaned and gave little thrusts with her hips. Sally pressed harder with her tongue and wiggled her finger deep in Jo's bottom. Jo's panted, little puppy pants, then paused as she tottered on the edge. She hung there for a moment then with a muted shriek plunged into her orgasm.

Sally wrestled her head out from between Jo's thighs, as they clamped painfully on her ears. 

Jo struggled to get her breathing under control, as Sally with a great grin of satisfaction squatted on her heels watching.

"Oh my! Oh my, oh my, Jo managed at last. You can do that any time you want, feel free to give me orgasms like that, just any time at all."

Sally smiled happily. "I take it that was okay then," she said dryly. She rocked forward and gave Jo a happy kiss. Jo's arms went round her back to cuddle her close.

Jo blew in her ear. "Whew! I've still got stray bits running up and down my legs. That doesn't sound right but you know what I mean."

"I certainly do, its like little tremors tickling your toes isn't it?"

"Tickling, ha, it's more like curling them tight. I don't think I'll ever walk again!"

Holding out a hand, Sally took hold of Jo's and laughing hauled her to her feet. 

"Come on there's that other bottle of nectar to deal with. I want one even if you don't!"

Back in the living room, Sally refilled their glasses. They toasted each other in celebration of an excellent experience.

Sally looked thoughtful for a minute or so as she thought about Greg with only his hand for company whilst she was having all this fun.

Jo caught her eye and asked, "Greg in there somewhere?"

Sally nodded, "Yes, but it's a funny thing I don't feel as if I've betrayed him. I rather thought I would, but I don't. Does that sound weird to you?"

"No, it doesn't. I thought about this as well, before I accepted the invite for tonight. I don't see myself as, or want to be a threat to your marriage. This is, I think, an experiment between us, a little voyage of discovery, with a rather pleasant land fall?" Finishing on a rising note, she cocked an eyebrow at Sally who promptly blushed.




Sally's Suprise



"I have to admit I've thoroughly enjoyed myself tonight. Change of subject here. I wasn't just entirely honest with you earlier. I" 

Jo swiftly interrupted. "You don't have to be honest with me, It's nice, even flattering if you are, but you don't have to be at all."

"Well, I want to talk about it now. I'm beautifully relaxed, slightly pissed, and you are just the person to tell this to."

Jo nodded, having the sense not to interrupt.

Sally took a deep breath and launched herself. "I've never told another soul about this. You were right earlier: it was that nurse. She made me have an enema. I thought at the time, and still do, that she was doing it off her own bat, you know, nothing to do with the medical bit, at all. She was a right nasty bit of work. She set out to hurt and humiliate me, and she succeeded only too well. It was only when I saw you enjoying it yesterday, and there was a scene in one of the books that I got. And, well, hell, I'm rambling all over the place here, but never mind. You get the gist. What I'm asking, really, is can you show me the sexy way, and help me put this behind me? Giggling, Sally repeated, behind me. Oh, what a time for a shit pun. I've done it again! As Jo laughed with her, she continued. Will you show me please?"

"Of course I will, darling, but not, I think tonight. I have a job on tomorrow; in fact I'm well booked for the rest of this week. How about next Sunday, that's free and I'll keep it for you. Okay?"

"Yes, that's great. Now it's time for bed, I'm shattered suddenly."

The following Saturday, two packages from America arrived for Sally. Excited and curious, she ripped them open. There were the panties she had ordered, and the toys as well. Why wait, she mused, heading to the bedroom. She stripped and lubed up the middle of the three probes. Knowingly she worked it into her bottom, surprising herself with the ease she took it. Finding her clit, with her other hand, she rapidly came. She reached for the book on the bedside table, and found the special passage, on page thirty-three. Reading it slowly, she worked the probe, in and out of her anus. The book went flying as she rubbed her clit again, hovering on the edge for ages, it seemed, then soaring on the wave of pleasure. Gasping, she shuddered, and again. Removing the probe, she realized, she needed to see Jo, about inner cleaning.

The next morning, she phoned Jo, to see what time to arrive. Jo's sleepy voice answered. Sally apologized for waking her, but was told to come now.

Yet again. She trotted across the street, to the now open door. Jo shouted her through to the kitchen "Good morning", she yawned. I had a seriously late last night. "Bloody clients, just kept me going, with wanting this and the next. Ah well, they paid handsomely."

Sally smiled, as Jo cracked her jaw, yawning again. "Will I come back, after you've woken up?" She looked enquiringly at her.

"Not at all. Once I get this down me, us that is, I'll be fine. Do you still want to try what we were talking about? 

Sally nodded a yes. "I got my stuff, that you helped me order. It came yesterday. Actually, so did I." She grinned happily at the thought.

Jo laughed. "Oh, Didn't waste any time, then did you?" Seeing Sally's expression changing. "Ah, had a problem did you. Let me guess. A little dirty perhaps?"

Sally flushed. "Well, yes. After I took the thing out, well, you know."

Jo nodded. "Yes, I do. After I have my morning jolt, from the percolator, I'll show you how nice it can be." Pouring coffee, she asked, "When is Greg back?"

Sally said, "At the end of this week". 

Jo nodded. "And you want to be ready for him of course? Or, is that intercourse?" She joked.

Sally nodded slowly. "I want to have him in my arse. To love him that way, and kill this silly thing, finally. There's actually something else. But this is probably, not the best time."

Jo was highly intrigued but had the sense not to push. She knew Sally would get around to whatever it was in her own time. She had already come a long way in a rather short time. Finishing her coffee Jo poured Sally another. I'll just pop up stairs and get the things ready. 

About five minutes later Jo called down. "Ready when you are."

Sally ran up and joined her in the bathroom. Jo smiled at her and said, "You'll need to take of your jeans and panties first."

Nervously Sally undressed. She eyed the bulging bag with a wary look. Although Jo had turned on the heater, she found herself shivering. In an apprehensive voice she asked, "How do you want me?"

Jo bit her tongue, as several delicious thoughts ran gamboling through her imagination. She merely answered, "I think lying with one leg crooked up a bit. Jo said, "Make yourself comfy. You'll be there for a while". Then she put on a plastic glove and parted Sally's bottom cheeks.

Sally felt the thick lubrication being applied to her anus. She trembled, thinking of Greg doing it, and what would follow. There was a gentle probing now and she pushed out a little. 

Jo murmured, "That's fine, yes, like that. 

The nozzle bulged in her passage then narrowed. It felt cool, but somehow comfortable. She sighed; this was going to be all right.

She felt the warm fluid flowing slowly into her. Jo making sure the flow remained at a gentle steady rate. Sally squirmed, as a feeling of pressure began to insist on a remedy. "Jo, I think, hell, I know that's enough".

Jo, pushed a hand under her and rubbed her stomach, having stopped the flow. "Any better"? 

Sally sighed, "Oh, oh yes lots, just keep doing that for a minute, that's heavenly.

Jo quietly resumed the flow, Sally hardly feeling it, as the caressing hand continued to distract her. The hand worked it's way down to her pussy and began to stroke. Sally murmured, "nice, that's nice higher please, find me, play there for me. Her clit became the centre of Jo's attentions. Her climax arrived fast catching both of them by surprise. She heard a click behind her and Jo moved away. 

"Now, dearest that's you. I want you to stand up, then sit on the toilet. When you're there I'll take out the nozzle and you can let go, okay".

Sally got there with an effort, the nozzle went, and she felt as if she was too. Gallons it seemed, poured out of her, plus a lot more she didn't want to think about. What a feeling of relief. The emptiness. Goodness! 

Jo smiled at her, as she sighed with the relief. "What do you think about it now"?

"I can't think at the moment. I won't think. Just go away, and let me savour this, no offense but I need a little space, okay"?

Jo grinned, and leaving, closed the door behind her.

Half an hour later Sally joined her in the kitchen. 

Before Jo could even open her mouth Sally gave her a loving hug. "Thank you, that was just great. I've never felt anything so emptying in my life. I feel serene. Does that seem weird"?

Jo snuggled her face into Sally's neck. "No, not at all. That's how you're meant to feel. I'm just so glad that you do. Now Greg's back on Friday, yes? How about you come over for another in the early afternoon, then you'll be ready for him later". 

Sally pulled back a little to see Jo's face. She kissed her, then grinning said. "May I, Jo? That would be just ideal. Is he in for a shock, or what?"

Friday came, and feeling very clean, Sally set out to the airport to, collect her husband. She thought of the way Jo had given her a little spank, and admonished her to go slow. His flight was on time for once, and they were soon on their way home.

Sally studied him as he drove carefully. He looked tired, but after the hours he had just put in that was normal. Working twelve-hour shifts for three weeks was tiring, full stop.

"Greg, you alright? She began carefully. I've got something I want to talk to you about when we get home". He glanced at her and nodded. Thinking: what now?

After he had had a coffee, she sent him for a shower. When he joined her in the bedroom she was wearing only her skimpy black panties. He cuddled her for a moment then pulled her to the bed. She resisted. Puzzled he looked at her. 

Sally picked up a length of black material. "I'm going to blindfold you, as I want your complete attention. No! Don't even think of arguing, just do this for me, trust me, okay"?

Greg shrugged, bending forward to accept the darkness. 

Sally made the blindfold secure, then guided him on to the bed. "Now, you are going to listen to me. Are you paying attention"?

Laughing, Greg said, "I certainly am".

"No. I don't think you are, really. I'll have to get your undivided attention. There was the sound of a jar opening. A slithery hand found his penis and sensually stoked him. There, that's better you're beginning to listen now. There was a rustling noise, a muttered "damn", the stroking hand went, then returned. "Now, roll onto your back. Right, lift your hips and let me put this under you. What felt like a pillow slid under his buttocks. Open your legs please. The stroking began again. He felt himself tensing, trying to follow the slippery hand, wanting it to concentrate. Hot, he was getting hot.

Sally whispered. "Have I got your attention now? No, I don't think so, not really, listening are you"? A something circled his anus. What! It was pushing. Shit! It was entering. "Don't wriggle". "Stay still". "Let me". "Better". "Good, relax, let me in". The finger eased into his passage, wriggled and found something in him. He went rigid. A giggle at his ear. "Now you're listening, aren't you? Good. You remember our last night, which, I might add, you ruined for me. He nodded, that was all he could do. The finger in him became insistent. Well, I've done some thinking and some learning. I have a deal for you. Still listening, I hope 'cos I think you'll like this. I'll let you fuck my bottom, okay?

The hand on his cock gripped firmer, moving faster, as the finger deep in him pressed harder. Oh! He was getting close. Sally's bottom was his, the thought of it was driving him on. She stopped. 

"Sally! For Christ sake. Don't stop now! Please"? He groaned.

She whispered in his ear, "There's more, there's two sides to a deal. She wiggled her finger and slicked his cock. I get to fuck you. Deal"?

Greg cleared his throat. "You did say, fuck me, didn't you? Your arse, for mine is that it? 

Sally massaged his prostate harder and said, "Yes, but I get to spank you".

He was hovering, mentally deep up her bum, thrusting her, buggering her. That bloody finger, it burned, but felt so good. "Yes! That's a deal! I'm coming! Now!"

He spurted, great jets of come soared from his erupting cock. With each spurt his hips heaved to eject it. He trembled and shook with the strength of it. Reaching for Sally he kissed her passionately.

"Dear God, what a come, that was! Where did you find out about that little trick"?

Sally giggled and answered truthfully if a little disingenuously, "Oh, on the net". She wriggled from his arms, and bent over to display herself to him. Knowing, he couldn't resist her bottom gleaming through the fabric. She felt his hands pulling them down as she intended. "I've another little surprise for you. Lie back so I can get on top". As he relaxed, she turned and straddled him, presenting her naked hairless pussy to his astonished face. "Well? She demanded, what do you think?"

He smiled at her, reaching around to grip her firm bottom, making her shuffle towards his mouth. "I think there's only one thing to do with this, and that's this. He stuck out his tongue and began wholeheartedly to lick her.

Sally squirmed as his hot strong tongue probed her. He found her little pee hole and tickled it with the tip of his tongue. She wriggled her tight bottom against his chest. "Yes, darling just there, just like that. Oh! That's lovely. Now higher, up to my clit. Look, I'll help. She used the palm of her hand to tighten the skin around her clit, making it stand out for his seeking tongue. "There darling, lick me there". He did. Sally teased her nipple. It was coming, getting closer, closer. Yes! Her toes curled, she panted, quivering, hovering, flying, swooping down the orgasmic waves. 

She collapsed over his face, shuddering with the surges still running through her. He found her nipple and teased it swirling his tongue round the little peak. Sally protested. "Please Greg, not now, I'm too sensitive". She rolled off him, her chest flushed with her come. She snuggled into him, for him to cuddle close. His arms enfolded her. They slept.

Much later after a good meal Greg couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. "You took advantage of me earlier, you knew full well I was and am shattered".

Sally smirked. "Of course I did, best time to catch you". 

Greg grabbed her, "Why, you little minx. If I'm to be spanked why not you too".

Laughing Sally wrestled herself away. "I didn't say anything about that did I? She wriggled her behind at him, ready to run. "That's up to you, you never know I might like it". She fled to the bedroom with Greg on her heels. She just failed to get the door locked before he opened it. "Oh, sir! She begged laughing, "please don't spank me, I'll behave I really will".

He grabbed her firmly wrestling her across his knees. She wriggled futilely. Brisk spanks warmed her nicely. He must have done this before she realized. She was in safe hands after all. Mentally she relaxed, his skill at this now confirmed. Oh oh, her skirt was rising, he fumbled then gripped her panty waistband to pull and reveal her pink bottom. He opened her cheeks for a peek at the promised gate. He spanked again and again. Eventually she begged, "Please, that's enough. Stop it! I'm ready. Now take me!"

She handed him the jar she had concealed earlier in readiness. He opened it, as she lay on the bed legs wide apart gently rubbing her pussy. Her aroused scent dominating the air. She pulled her teeshirt off and threw off the rest of the little she wore. Rolling over she presented him with her cheeks. Greg found her puckered hole and surprised her with a gentle technique. She accused him. "You've done this before, haven't you."

He grinned at her cheerfully. "Once or twice, indeed I have."

Sally glared at him. "Who with"?

He smiled. "Long before you dear, long before you. There's no need to be upset. In fact the poor girl's dead, so relax."

Sally subsided. Thoughtful now. His gentle finger brought her back to the present. Oh! He was in, there was a pause as he assessed her reaction. "Go on, that's rather nice". She urged him on. "Try for another one, I'll need to be well relaxed before, well you know."

"I bugger you"? He inquired.

"Yes, but I really don't like that word, it's nasty somehow".

"It is rather, we'll have to find a code one, if this works". Sally had every intention of making, it work, as he put it.

She moaned softly as the second finger entered her. She felt tight there, twinges throbbed, though her relaxation cured them. She announced, "I'm ready, I think."

"Impatient are you? Greg smiled, "Let's be sure, shall we"? His clever fingers probed deeper, making Sally lift her hips to meet him. He was scissoring his fingers to stretch her. Oh, but it just felt so good.

"Strip off darling and do me. I'm an anxious virgin here waiting for you."

"He snorted with laughter at her sultry, put on voice, as he threw off his clothes. Fully erect, he was as ready for her, as she for him.

She dipped her back spreading her legs to "present" herself as the spanky books described it. Rolling over she opened the drawer in their bedside cabinet. She opened the foil packet and stretched for his cock. She gave him a soft mouth bath, then rolled the oil resistant plastic over him. He smiled at her, caressing her breast. 

"You're really sure about this are you"? She felt so in love with her gentle- man. What a reassuring question to ask, and at this point. She turned on the bed, his answer her offered cheeks. She felt him behind her readying his erection with more Vaseline. Sally then had a bright idea.

"Lie down for me so I can get on top. Then once I've tried it that way we can go doggy. Okay"?

"Sure," he said reclining.

Sally squatted facing him. She lowered her haunches carefully as Greg held his cock steady for her. She centered herself and pushed out her pucker. Greg watched as he started to enter her. Oh! She was so tight. She paused with his tip just spreading her. It nipped some but she eased herself down some more. Ah, better, that was the head in. She paused again and Greg broke her concentration.

"Too much! He asked anxiously. 

"Way too much! This is great." The feel of him in there was extraordinary. The difference was in the heat, he felt so hot in her. She felt the tickle of his hair. My my, she thought slightly unbelieving: I've got all of him. She squirmed her hot little bottom against his thighs, feeling his urgent scrotum against her.

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She cheated a little by using one hand to fondle her clit. Not touching it just using her favorite spread finger technique. She rose until Greg was sliding almost out of her. She experimented, using her muscle to grip. He groaned, "Oh Sally". So, that worked too. Jo knew some stuff. She slid down his hardness until her spanked cheeks rested on his groin. Using her riding lessons to good effect she rose and fell. Greg lay almost stunned at the hot sensations his cock gave his brain. Sally rooted him deeply then with a shimmy of her hot bottom tipped him over the edge and felt his cock pulse in her as he came. Sally was only seconds behind him, her fingers finishing her off beautifully, as she squeezed him with her puckering mouth.

She collapsed forward on him panting. His diminishing penis relaxed from her. "Greg, I am sorry. We should have done this a long time ago. That was just so exciting" She kissed his gasping mouth. "Thank you darling that was lovely".

The next morning Jo phoned. "Well"? She demanded. "Did you"?

Sally protested weakly, "Jo! Well yes we did, and it was a huge turn on just as you said. The chasing game worked like a dream. He's done that before that's for sure". 

"Are you okay, no twinges or bleeding?"

Oh Jo that's nice of you to ask, but I'm fine. She lowered her voice; "He was so gentle it was just lovely.... She drifted off. He's still asleep but I've got plans for him for this afternoon. Speak to you tomorrow, okay, bye".

Jo slowly climbed the stairs to her bedroom powerfully aroused by Sally's words. She imagined only too well how it had gone. Her groin ached with the need her so active mind created. She lay back on her solitary bed and rubbed herself. "Randy, I am so bloody randy". She said to herself. She pushed a hand down her panties and played with her clit. She found she was moist already. Ah the power of erotic thoughts, she thought. She worked her clit briskly; efficiently she thought, then pushed her trousers and panties down, inspected the nail on her left index finger, lubed it and her rear pucker, and deftly mated the pair. She loved playing with her bottom; it added a darkness to her come that she adored. Probing herself behind, savoring the feel of her finger being firstly rejected then entering again, she shuddered with the image in her mind of Greg deep in Sally's behind. She came with a cat's wail of delight, seeing fireworks explode in her brain, shuddering with the depth of her pleasure. 

Sally allowed Greg to sleep himself out. He still looked strained when he eventually appeared in the kitchen.

"Good morning," he greeted her. 

"Hmm, just, only just." She replied, hugging and kissing him. "There's fresh coffee on, I started it when I heard you in the shower."

"Oh that's good, I'm ready for a pick me up. What's on the agenda today?"

"Lunch at Jo's." said Sally firmly. "No, not a word out of you. She's been a very good friend to us and I for one owe her rather a lot: as do you". She added cryptically. "Anyway her settlement's come through and this is a celebration. Not to mention she has done I believe, all, yes all, YOUR, favorite dishes. So, don't be an ungrateful sod, put on your good manners and be charming, as only you can be. Okay"?