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Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 01

By: a_diamond_geezer



You know that feeling when you go to a wedding by yourself and hope to meet an unattached woman -- one that you hit it off with immediately and who wants to drag you into bed and have wild sex for days. That was the feeling I got at my cousin's wedding. My luck came but not in the way I imagined. 

I was assigned to a table with some cousin of the bride. Sheila was a few years older than me, divorced, mid-height, with blonded hair that swayed around her shoulders when she moved her head, eyes that stared out from behind heavy mascara, and several pounds overweight. Her dress was a size too small and it showed every curve of her waist and bottom and her terrific cleavage. 

Even though thirty-somethings were my vice, to the detriment of my marriage, we clicked immediately as we ate our way through the wedding breakfast. The champagne might have had something to do with it, but who was I to complain?

The only problem was her daughter. Ashleigh was a cracking younger version of the mother: taller, a head-turner with raven hair, slim figure and on the way to developing her mother's breasts. An inherent beauty, she was a girl ahead of her years, destined to spend life in the forefront. The trouble was she knew it and wore her precocity like a badge. 

Ashleigh seemed to want to undermine the chemistry that built between Sheila and me. I imagined she was protecting her mother from making silly mistakes and admired her for it, even if her interruptions became tiresome. 

I decided to play it long -- to take the subtle approach and hoped Sheila got the message. The dancing started and, fortified by the wine, I asked everyone up on the floor: cousins, cousins of cousins, aunts dead to me for years, the bride, women I'd never met before, and Ashleigh. I got through at least a dozen before getting round to Sheila.

It was one of those dances with lots of arm movements and waving around in the air. Sheila did them all, her breasts cavorting in front of my eyes with every gesture and Chanel Number 5 wafting all around me. I could tell she knew exactly what she was doing and she seemed to like to tease me. How I kept my erection under control I will never know -- probably something else to thank the wine for.

Ashleigh sat opposite us, across the dance floor. I felt her eyes drilling into me, wide, accusing, warning me off. Whenever I glanced in her direction, she looked at me as if I was all the evil in Hell, with an expression that made me realise I'd get nowhere with Sheila while her daughter was around.

After that visual slap-down, I slipped Sheila my business card with my phone number and told her to follow it up. I tried not to let Ashleigh see, but her eyes followed me like lasers and I couldn't be sure, especially as Sheila looked at it deliberately before putting it into her handbag, which she tapped as a sign of affirmation.

I asked Ashleigh to dance again to see if I could find out what she saw, but it was hopeless. 

"You're a good mover ... for an older man," she told me at the end, with the directness of youth. "It's nice of you to say."

"The other men are so minging."

She meant it as a complement and made it clear she expected a second dance by holding onto my arm. I thought it was to keep me away from her mother, who raised her eyebrows at me as I looked over Ashleigh's shoulder. 

"You must work out," Ashleigh said, her directness unabated. "I can feel the strength in your biceps."

"I do a bit."

"I bet you do," she said in a suggestive way. Could it be? Was an eighteen year old coming on to me -- a girl half my age, who I wouldn't normally be interested in? It didn't fit in with the looks she gave me when I danced with her mother. In a way, it was flattering and I assumed the champagne went to her head too. 

Before I needed to worry, Sheila saved me, whisking her away, from me and the party. She pecked my cheek as she left and whispered that she'd give me a ring. So it was a result and I left happy.

-----

I couldn't understand why Sheila didn't ring, so I put it down to being another opportunity that escaped me.

A few days later, the voice on the phone surprised me. "Hello, we met at the wedding ... remember?"

It sounded distinct but not quite the voice of Sheila that I remembered, but I was rather well oiled with wine that day, so couldn't be certain. Perhaps the phone's electronics distorted the sound, or my ears.

"Sure ... I hoped you would call," I replied, the image of Sheila's body swaying to the music building in my mind, but not quite morphing with the voice. I hesitated before continuing, aware that I could spoil my chances if I took the wrong line. "You sound different on the phone."

"Do I? Well it's the same Ashleigh that you met before."

The image of Sheila evaporated from my mind, to be replaced by the taller, slimmer, and darker version. Some sort of palpitation rattled in my chest as a rush of adrenaline spread through my body. "Where did you get my number from?" 

"I pinched your card from Mum's bag."

Then I knew why Sheila hadn't been in touch. 

"What can I do for you?" I asked, trying to sound casual and not to leap to conclusions.

"Well ... I thought you and me got on well," she stuttered, sounding less confident than at first. "And ... so ... well ... I wondered ... like ... if you'd ... like ... we could meet up some time."

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Ashleigh, I would love to but ... you must understand ... I think you're a bit young for me ... so ... not really."

"I think you're too young for my mother ... but that didn't stop you fawning all over her," she said in raised tones, annoyed at my put-down. 

I admit to being tempted as her image rattled around my head: a model's figure; dark hair falling around her face and shoulders; wide hazel eyes, wearing too much makeup; a stub of a nose. It worried me to remember so much detail. Somehow, I found a way to finish the call.

-----

A couple of weeks later, the voice on the phone said, "Hello, it's me ... Ashleigh."

"Are you pestering me?"

"It's been ages since we last spoke," she said, ignoring my question, "anyway ... I'm older now."

"This has to stop, Ashleigh."

"I'm not doing any harm ... I only want to talk ... and stuff."

"That wouldn't be wise."

"You don't know what it's about."

"I'm twice your age."

"That's why I'm calling. I need to talk to an older man ... a man with experience."

"You want advice?"

"Yeh, sure ... that's exactly it."

"Ask your dad."

"You are joking ... right?"

"Find someone else."

"There is nobody," she said, a hint of pleading entering her tone, a tone any man would find hard to resist, a tone used to getting its own way. 

"So you want to meet up ... is that it?"

"I could come round to your place."

"You don't know where I live."

"Of course I do ... I looked it up."

Faced with such persistence and intrigued and, I have to admit, aroused at the thought of seeing Ashleigh again, I agreed she could come round. I wondered if I'd made a mistake as soon as I put the phone down.

-----

I knew I'd made a mistake when I opened the door of my apartment the following Saturday afternoon. It was a warm day and Ashleigh turned up in a denim micro-skirt, with a white T-shirt barely covering the lace edge of a pink bra. Her breasts seemed larger than I remembered, though her legs were just as straight and long and thin. Her mother's Chanel Number 5 drifted past me as I held the door open for her.

She accepted a coke and a chair. I sat on the settee opposite. She stretched out her bare legs in a gesture that was at once intimidating and inviting, especially as her skirt rode up even further, not that it bothered her. Her legs were faux tanned and blemish-free, not even a hair in sight, which made me think she'd had them waxed and sprayed, the rest of her body looked sprayed too. 

I tried not to stare and forced myself to look straight into her face and slightly over her shoulder -- I didn't want her to get the wrong idea -- the sort of idea that was buzzing through my mind, despite the difference in our ages.

"What can I do for you, Ashleigh?"

The question made her pause and look around, as if taking the time to appreciate the plainness of the furnishings in my bachelor apartment.

"A girl like me ... well ... like ... gets a lot of attention, you know."

"It's hardly surprising if you dress like that."

"Don't you like it?"

"Who wouldn't? I replied, trying to keep my inner feelings under control.

My flattery bolstered her and she looked me straight in the eyes. "The fact is ... I've had experience with boys ... and stuff."

"Where were girls like you when I was your age?"

"That's the problem ... when you were my age, you would have been just like them ... a boy ... not a man ... no experience ... you know what I mean?"

"What can I do about it?" I asked, beginning to understand her persistence in pursuing me.

She looked down as if considering her reply. "A boy has never given me an orgasm," she said, quietly but unashamed, as if it was a normal topic of conversation between people who hardly knew each other.

It was my turn to look away, but my eyes kept straying back to look at her long, bare legs and her tits before I forced myself to look away again. While this was going on, I searched for a way of answering her. What could I say? How could such a beautiful creature talk so matter-of-factly about such an intimate subject? No answers came to mind as I sought words to match hers and tried not to look her over, although I couldn't stop, and fought the flush of panic surging through me. 

After what seemed hours, I managed to compose myself and said, "Well, you're only young and these things take time." It sounded trite, even to me -- the sort of comment you get on a soap on TV.

She continued the conversation from exactly where she left off. "They just want me to suck them off ... or they come really fast, and don't care about me," she said still staring at the solid oak floor.

My mind was ahead of her, but I was determined to hear it from her mouth -- a generous mouth, with lips coated in dark pink lipstick, that protruded into a pout -- a mouth born to give oral sex -- a mouth I was fighting not to get too infatuated about. I shook my head to dispel the fantasy and let her talk on, fighting my erection.

"So I thought ... if I found a nice man ... with experience ... he could teach me ... sort of everything ... and I would know what to do ... and stuff."

The effort of being so explicit exhausted her. She crossed her arms, holding them to her chest, and then her legs, drawing them in towards her as if wrapping herself in as much security as she could find. Then, she picked up her drink and sipped at it and glanced at me from beneath mascara'd eyelashes, awaiting my response.

By this time, I'd got up and was walking around the room, putting distance between us, searching for a response. It was crazy. I put some music on the CD player -- the first thing that came to hand -- Miles Davis. The gentle lilt of his trumpet filled the room and helped me to steady my nerves.

Common sense told me not to get involved, to send her away, immediately -- but none of those sorts of words would form in my head. The size of my erection, and the opportunity to use it to the full with a beauty in the springtime of her life, urged me to think the opposite.

"You are eighteen ... aren't you?" I asked, playing for time.

"I can show you my driving licence to prove it," she said, reaching for her bag.

I ignored her and looked out over the street below -- people busying themselves with the mundane things in life, while I stood on the precipice of a big decision.

"Well ... what do you think?"

"I never had an offer like this before ... it takes some getting used to."

"Nobody else will know," she said, uncurling her legs.

"I don't believe this is happening," I said, sitting down opposite her again, "things like this only happen in books and films and things." She relaxed further the more I spoke. "I thought you didn't like me at the wedding."

"Of course I did," she snapped back, "I just wanted you for myself ... and not mucking about with my mother ... she gets enough as it is."

Somehow the thought of being pulled and pushed between two desirable women, but for totally different reasons, brought me to my senses and showed me the way forward. Who was I to stand in the way of this girl's education? And it was all her idea, not mine -- how lucky was that?

I looked her straight in the eyes. "OK ... you win ... how can I say no?"

She looked relieved and excited and apprehensive, all at the same time. Judging from the rise and fall in her cleavage, she was breathing hard. I tried to keep my excitement under control.

"What do we do now?" she asked, her confidence rising as she engaged my eyes in a stare, a look of defiance that told me she was used to getting what she wanted.

"Stand up," I ordered, deciding to let my inner urges take over from common sense. I intended to take my time and relish the moment.

She obeyed.

"Turn around." I surveyed the narrowness of her hips, though she didn't have much of a waist. "Keep turning." Her eyes followed mine, but I was more interested in studying her breasts. "How many boyfriends have you had?"

"I never counted them."

"And intercourse?"

"I'm not a virgin ... if that's what you mean ... my mum put me on the pill when I was fourteen, to keep me out of trouble."

I realised this was no amateur in front of me, but no professional either -- even though it sounded as if she had more experience than me at her age.

"How often?" I asked.

"Often enough ... look ... I'm no different to my friends. We do sex as often as we like ... and we like it," she said, flouncing back down on the chair. "Are we going to get on with this ... or what?"

"All in good time ... sex is like a good wine ... you don't just swig it back."

She relaxed at my comment and threw her head back and laughed out loud. "I just knew you'd know exactly what to do."

"I do ... we will do it my way ... there is no need to rush ... there's plenty of time."

She picked up her drink and took a long draught as if to say: take all the time in the world.

"Do you get fully naked with your boyfriends?"

"Not really ... it's hard to find the right place."

"Have you ever been undressed by a man?"

"Not fully."

"Come here," I said, my mind finally made up, "that's where I think we should start."

She narrowed her eyes without blinking, which made her look older -- more vampish -- then stood up and reached me in two strides.

"Kick off your shoes."

Her pink stilettos skidded to one side along the wooden flooring -- her breasts descending to my eye-line. I reached out and lifted the bottom of her white T-shirt over her head, pulled it free of her hair and threw it on top of the shoes. She didn't flinch as I surveyed the symmetrical mounds of her breasts, almost touching, protruding upwards from her bra.

I reached round her to unhook the bra. Her breasts hardly fell, as if they were implants. They were magnificent: proud and firm and round, with pink nipples that pointed upwards and outwards.

She stared down at me, not ashamed or embarrassed, hands on her hips, jaw jutted, aggressive. "You like that?" she asked.

I ignored the question and drew her to me, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth and sucking on it. "I love tits," I said in between moving to the other nipple, "and yours are perfect."

"Make me a real woman."

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

"It's the only thing I want ... it's why I'm here."

I undid the micro skirt and let it fall around her ankles. She lifted out one foot and kicked it away with the other. I admired the straightness of her legs: from the narrow feet with toes finished in the same red as her fingernails; through dimpled knees; broadening towards the top where they finished at her pink G-string.

"There's a lot to learn."

"I want to do everything."

"It could take ages."

"Take as long as you like."

"It's just sex," I said, making sure she knew what we were getting into, "it won't lead to anything between us."

"I want to fuck you ... not marry you," she said, her aggression returning.

"You're a remarkable young woman."

"I've got plans for my future ... this is just the beginning."

I reached forward and placed my fingers in the tape of her G-string, pink to match the bra, and worked it down and out of her crotch. It passed close to my face and I caught the muskiness of her natural odour, mixed with the Chanel Number 5 perfume. Her pubic hair sprung forward, as black and curly and wiry as a pan scrub. It covered a tight slit, youthful despite her boasts.

I stroked the pads of my fingers up the silkiness inside her leg. She shivered and instinctively opened her legs. I reached her cunt. She stood on tiptoe. I pushed a finger inside her pinkness. She shuddered, a dreamy look developing in her eyes as they half-closed.

"It's your turn to undress me now," I said, releasing her, wetness glistening on my finger, cooling my finger as it evaporated. I resisted the temptation to suck it off.

We changed positions. I stood in front of her while she perched on the edge of the chair. She wrestled with the tightness of my belt buckle until it slackened around my waist. She unzipped me and pulled down my trousers. I helped her to remove them, taking off my socks and shoes in the same movement. 

The bulge in my pants ached to be released. She covered it with her hand and stroked it gently and kissed it to leave the dark pink imprint of her lipstick on the whiteness.

She unbuttoned my shirt. I removed it and threw it onto the clothes piling up on the floor. Her eyes fixed on my bulge. She looped her fingers into the Calvin Klein waistband, working it down until my erection was beating in the open air. She took hold of it and pulled down hard on my foreskin and wanked me like a professional.

"I just knew you'd have a big dick," she said, covering it with her lips and swallowing a good half of it, eyes like half-moons looking up into mine.

My instinct was to fuck her rigid in the middle of the sitting room -- but resisted -- that's what boys do. My performance had to be better, to protect my image. I had to stop her.

"There are a few more preparations before we get too carried away," I said, disentangling myself, a tidemark of lipstick on my cock. I led her to the bedroom and pulled the duvet to one side. "Get under there and wait for me."

When I returned, she was propped up against the pillows, duvet thrown to one side, knees in the air, soles of her feet touching, fingering herself. Her audacity took my breath away. How I resisted the temptation to fuck her there and then, I don't know. I was proud of how I forced myself to wait.

I positioned her bottom on the edge of the bed and laid her back. She sat up abruptly when she heard the buzzing of my razor, the expression on her face a mass of questions. 

"This thatch must go ... it'll scratch my face to pieces." 

She laughed and relaxed and laid back, trusting herself to me.

I worked from the top of her mound before lifting her legs and opening them to get access to the delicate folds around the entrance to her cunt. She told me she'd never been shaved before and the hair was tough, so it took time. The scent of sex filled the space between us -- a mixture of crushed rose petals and sweat and urine -- as I fiddled around the soft tissue, finishing it off as smoothly as I could, fighting the desire to get on with the fucking.

"Feel that."

She stroked her fingers over her mons pubis and between her legs, pulling at the skin, revealing the internal layers of her cunt. 


Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 01



"I love it ... it feels so sexy ... like a porn queen."

"Keep it like that ... men love it."

I licked the edge of her cunt between her fingers. "How's that?"

"I'm so glad I came ... I knew you'd know what to do ... suck me and fuck me, John ... anything ... everything."

"Don't be in such a hurry."

"I waited so long for this."

"I told you: good sex is like fine wine ... you enjoy it more if you savour the moment."

"I've never got beyond half of cider."

"You'll soon get the hang of it."

"I've thought about this moment for so long."

I lifted her legs and spread them to open her cunt, then dived in with my tongue as far as it would go, licking around her vulva, up to her clit. She groaned, opening her legs as wide as a ballerina, and pulled my head into her, holding it tight. I sucked on her clit. She gushed juice. I drank it down. It flowed out of my mouth, down my chin, across my face.

I grabbed her ankles and forced her legs back until her knees touched her cheeks. This lifted her cunt and I pushed in again with my tongue, deeper than ever. She twitched, shuddered, then stiffened, taking in deep breaths, then started to squeal as I brought her to orgasm. I kept going until she writhed about beneath me and finally threw me off.

I felt honoured such a specimen of womanhood chose me for her first proper orgasm -- a day to remember for both of us.

She fell limp in my hands. I left her to recover, forcing my urges to wait for a few minutes longer. 

"That was wonderful," she said, opening her eyes, smiling a dreamy smile of contentment. "Better than masturbation ... I want more of that ... more of everything."

I took out a condom, but she grabbed it from me and threw it away. "I want to feel you ... not that."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm here for the real thing."

I lifted her legs over my arms and zeroed my cock on her cunt. Despite all the stretching I'd given it, it was too tight for the size of my erection, so I worked myself down and licked her over again, layering saliva across and into her. The lubrication worked. I gained penetration, pushing my cock half-inside her. She squealed.

"Make all the noise you want ... it turns me on to hear it."

She didn't disappoint and got louder the deeper I penetrated.

"Am I hurting you?"

"Keep going ... don't stop," she answered between breaths.

I lifted her legs over my shoulders. Within a few strokes, I felt the base of my cock caressing the newly shaved lips of her vulva.

I held it there, checking out the blurriness of lust that filled her eyes. My erection grew bigger when I remembered this eighteen year old was begging for sex and depravity -- begging me to deliver it. Then I fucked hard against the tightness of her youth. She clawed at my back, roaring me on as I slapped into her.

I grabbed her waist and pulled her onto me, falling back to let her mount me. We shuffled around while she positioned herself to take the full length of my cock inside her. 

Her tits swung down in front of my face. I took the first one in my mouth and sucked until her nipple began to expand, and repeated it with the other. Then I pushed her tits together and sucked both nipples into my mouth at the same time.

She was fucking me with gusto, rising up my cock and collapsing back onto it, increasing the speed and effort and noise with each thrust, pushing herself at me with all the strength she could muster.

I could hold out no longer. I needed to come. I pushed her backwards. I withdrew. I took my cock in my hand, and sprayed her with semen from her waist up to her chin.

She laughed. "Yeh ... now I really feel like a porn queen ... cum all over me. " I moved up and directed the second jet across her mouth. The slut licked at it while the rest of my load emptied over her face and tits.

"I love the taste of cum," she said, reaching down and taking my cock in her mouth to suck out the last throbs of juice. "I'll swallow whenever you want."

I kissed her for the first time, licking the come from around her lips and mingling it with our tongues. Then I squatted over her and massaged the jitz into her tits with my arse while she played with my cock.

We collapsed into the bed and wrapped arms and legs around each other. She pushed her crotch into my leg and held it fast before we fell into a deep sleep for what seemed hours.

-----

A frisson of excitement awoke me. Ashleigh lay across me, licking my nipple, her nipples lightly brushing my abdomen. "That was the best ever," she said.

"It's what you wanted."

"I want more."

She moved down and took my cock in her mouth and sucked and wanked it until it was fully resurrected.

"Lick down me ... suck my balls."

She needed no further instruction. She reached my balls and took each one in turn into her mouth, as if she'd been doing it for years. Her hand worked on me at the same time, the movement of her fingernails drawing crazy trails in the air. The sucking continued until I begged her to stop.

It normally takes me hours to recover from ejaculation. The bitch had me ready to go again within seconds.

I sat her back against the pillows, knees up, legs open and reached down and pushed the middle finger of my right hand into her cunt, working it up and behind her clit, stroking her inside. I added my index finger working further back and up, pushing into the side of her womb until I found the button.

"Can you feel that?"

"Fuck, yes."

"Tell me how it feels."

"Like ... I can't stand it ... like I want to piss."

"Good ... try to relax."

I forced her cunt further open, my hand half inside her, pushing and stroking vigorously, building up the motion. She groaned and swore at me and begged me to stop and begged me to keep going, finding it hard to take. Then I felt the whole of her lower body start to spasm against my hand, grasping my fingers until my knuckles ached.

I kept going -- a few more strokes -- the whole of her lower body pushing against my hand. She gasped for breath. Sweat oozed across her face and between her tits and across her body. She thrashed around. I could hardly hold her. I maintained the stroke.

Then she let out an almighty shriek. I felt her cunt relax, allowing my hand to penetrate further. Juice gushed from everywhere as she threw back her head and shook it violently from side to side; sweat turning her hair into wet coils that slapped against the pillow. She let out a final scream before collapsing in a breathless orgasm.

"What have you done to me?" she asked when she recovered the power of speech.

"I found your G-spot."

"I've never felt anything like that before."

"You said you wanted to do everything."

"Wow ... I never imagined anything like that."

I offered my cock to her. She swallowed the top half easily. "Take the lot," I instructed, "the full eight and three-quarter inches."

She worked down my cock, taking an extra bit on each attempt.

"Relax ... take it slowly ... breathe through the nose ... savour the moment."

Inch by inch, I felt the length of my cock disappear into her mouth. She spluttered and coughed and fought to breathe and gagged as her lips reached the base. She wretched and withdrew quickly, my cock dripping with her saliva. She caught her breath and descended on me again -- this time swallowing my cock in a single motion and sucking at it and fucking it with her mouth.

"How's that?" she asked, withdrawing again.

"You suck like a bitch."

"It's what I've always wanted to be."

"I've never met a girl like you."

"I love sex ... can't get enough ... I'm a bit weird, I suppose."

I turned her around into a soixante-neuf position and opened her vulva to reveal a tunnel of pinkness, twitching in anticipation. I sunk my tongue inside the sopping hole. She shouted me to go deeper. I licked around the edge of her cunt and back again to her clit, sucking at it and feeling it growing in my mouth. She continued to work on my cock.

I lifted up her legs while working my tongue around the base of her cunt and beyond. It reached the tightness of her arsehole.

She disengaged from me, breathing sharp breaths. "Fuck, yes ... give me more of that, you dirty bastard." I licked between her cunt and her arse, before zeroing in on her arsehole again, forcing my tongue against it.

"You dirty fucker," she cursed.

"Find mine," I ordered. She worked her tongue beneath my balls searching for it. I felt the wetness of her tongue flicking around my arsehole, across and round it, returning the complement.

"How do you like a taste of your own medicine?" she grunted.

"How do you like the taste of my arsehole?"

"I fucking love it," she said and stuck her tongue hard against me.

I turned her over and pushed her head into the pillow, arse in the air. She reached round and pulled at her cheeks, opening herself up while I licked her again. I made sure to leave a good wad of saliva around her rosebud and worked my thumb against it. I felt her arsehole open. I let my thumb slide in and worked it around the edge of the hole.

"Oh fuck yes," she screamed, "give it to me ... turn me into a whore."

I pushed my middle finger in, at first to the knuckle, then all the way and worked it against the inside. She started humping herself against my hand, my finger moving in and out of her body. I added another finger to the mix. She gasped as they went right to the top.

"You know how to treat a girl," she shouted, pushing and gasping and trembling beneath me.

I stopped to find some jelly from the bedside drawer and dropped a large dollop of goo straight on her arsehole.

"Ooh ... that's cold."

"It'll soon warm up."

I spread some on my cock and placed it against her arsehole. "This might hurt ... I'll stop if you tell me."

"Get on with it ... fuck me up the arse!"

I pushed at the door. It opened slightly. I pushed harder. My bell-end disappeared inside her arse.

"Fucking hell!!" she shouted, breathing hard. I pushed again.

"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ..." she said as the area around her arsehole stiffened.

I held back and let my erection stay inside her so she could get used to the sensation. Slowly, the grip of her arsehole relaxed around my cock, allowing me to push in further. She swore and shouted into the pillow. 

I rested for a few seconds then pulled out slightly before pushing in again. It took a few more pushes and pulls and relaxations to get my full length inside her.

"I'm in up to the hilt."

"I can feel it."

"How does it feel?"

"Different ... sexy ... dirty ... I fucking love it."

I held myself inside her for a few moments before starting to fuck her: slowly at first, slight movements only, building up a rhythm, increasing my speed, taking longer strokes, increasing the strength of my pushing. 

Throughout every phase, she bucked and pushed against my strokes and screamed and shouted. She quietened down and seemed ready to take more, so I fucked her with all my might, like I'd fucked her in the cunt earlier.

"Give it to me ... in the arse ... more ... harder ... fuck me harder!!"

Sweat ran down her back and mixed with sweat dripping from my head and chest. I was fucking her like a maniac, my heart booming inside my chest. Suddenly I felt her arsehole contract around my cock and she let out the loudest scream of the day as another orgasm ran through her body. She shook uncontrollably, my cock tight inside her.

It was my turn for an orgasm. I showed no mercy. I fucked harder. I felt it start inside my balls and flow up through my cock, spurting high into her arse. I felt every contraction in the base of my cock, held fast by her arsehole.

We collapsed in a heap, me with my cock wedged inside her arse, her with her head lost in the pillow, both of us gasping for breath. Then I heard a low moan start which turned into a howl and developed into laughter, but not normal laughter, more like an animal than a woman.

"Now I really feel like a porn star ... fucking fabulous."

"Did I hurt you?"

"Not half ... but it was nice hurt ... the sort of hurt I love."

We fell asleep again, my erection still inside her, gripped so tight it wouldn't relax. I awoke nearly an hour later, pleased to find I was flaccid, and started to withdraw from her. She winced with the pain but there was no alternative.

"I'll feel that for days," she said in a sort of exhausted way that told me she'd had enough, which suited me because she'd worn me out.

"Wait till I tell Danielle ... she won't believe me."

"What? Who?"

"Danielle's my best friend ... she's just like me, except she'd hot and really horny ... we tell each other everything."

"I thought you said nobody else would know."

"Not only have you fucked the shit out of me ... you've turned me into a liar," she said, laughing her head off, her tits shaking in unison.



Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 02



I read somewhere that we tend to make friends with people who have similar interests to ourselves. Danielle and I proved the theory to be true. From the moment we met, we became buddies, told each other everything, and shared everything – except boyfriends – we fought each other over boys.

It was as natural as getting out of bed in the morning that we had no secrets. The minute I left John's apartment after the best sex ever with a man, I couldn't wait to tell her. I knew she'd be jealous because she was hotter and hornier than me, if that was possible.

"Ash, where have you been?" Dani asked when I got to her house, "I expected you ages ago."

She put her arms around me and pulled me close to kiss my cheek. Our breasts moulded into each other's. Her short hair, streaked with blonde, caressed the side of my face as I kissed the air.

"It took much longer than I expected."

"Well, tell me all about it."

"It was fantastic."

"I want to hear every single detail," she said as soon as we reached the sanctuary of her bedroom, "and we've got all night because my parents have gone out."

"You are not going to believe this ... it was so fucking raunchy."

"You're making me jealous, you lucky tart," she said, clicking a Rihanna album on her iPod system, before jumping on the bed and sitting up against the pillows.

"I can still feel him inside me."

She patted the bed by her side. I climbed on and shuffled close to her. "You smell of sex," she said.

"I haven't washed ... my knickers are coated."

"There's nothing quite like the smell and taste of sex ... come on, Ash ... get on with it ... spill everything."

"Well, I told you I was right. No man in the world can resist sex when girls like us offer it ... no matter what age they are."

"It's never let me down."

"I'm determined my double-Ds are going to land me a millionaire one day."

"In that case, my double-Es are going to land me a billionaire," Dani said.

As we laughed about how easy it was to get our way with men, I thought: she'll be lucky – she's not pretty enough – you need the figure and the looks. Am I a bitch, or what?

"John tried to resist at first," I said, continuing my story, "but I made sure to sit opposite him ... and let my skirt ride up ... and he couldn't take his eyes off the top of my legs ... and then he looked at my tits ... and then he looked away ... but his eyes kept coming back and looking me over."

"Men are such simple creatures ... bless them."

"I could tell he was imagining what it would be like to get me undressed ... and give me a good fuck."

"You are such a fucking tease, Ash."

"When I told him a boy had never given me an orgasm ... you should have seen his face ... he blushed and didn't know where to look."

"They're all the same," Dani said, "they think through their dicks ... and can't wait to get inside your knickers."

"I told him boys just want me to suck them off ... and when we have sex they come really fast ... without caring about me."

"What did he say to that?"

"He kept shaking his head ... as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing."

We laughed and grabbed hold of each other and hugged and held each other close. I still felt exhilarated from my afternoon with John – and so horny that I kissed Dani full on her pert, pouty mouth. She responded and our lips slid on each other's lipstick and we swapped tongues for ages before coming up for air.

"I told him that no boy had ever given me an orgasm ... but I didn't tell him a girl had!"

"Sounds like it would have blown him away if you had."

"I love sex ... can't get enough of it ... boys ... men ... girls ... women ... I want the lot."

"Me too, Ash ... I want it as much as you ... and as often as possible."

"You're a dirty twat, Dani."

"I know ... and I intend to stay that way."

We kissed again. My hands searched inside Dani's clothes and we soon started stripping each other off. It didn't take long: I lifted her red tee-shirt over her head and flicked off the fastener to her black bra. The weight of her heavy breasts released, they slid down her chest and swayed before coming to rest with her large nipples pointing outwards. 

She threw her bra to the opposite side of the room. It hit a pile of makeup on her dressing table, which skittled all over the place. She leaned back to let me pull her matching knickers from under her miniskirt, which rode up to her waist to give me a full view of her sandy-haired bush.

At the same time, she had my top and bra off and started sucking on my left nipple, squeezing my right nipple between her fingers. I couldn't wait for what was to come next – I knew it would shock her.

"I've got something to show you," I said, disentangling my tits from her attention, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and standing up.

She watched while I pulled down my G-string from under my denim miniskirt and stepped out of it, her face full of questions. I threw it at her and she sniffed and licked at it.

"The gusset's covered in dried on cum and shit ... you dirty bitch."

"It's not stopped you sucking it," I said as she took the gusset into her mouth and began to chew at it, "who's the dirty bitch now?"

While she was occupied, I undid the skirt at the side and held it in front of me for a moment before dropping it to the floor.

"What do you think about this?"

Her brown eyes lit up and she pulled the G-string from her gaping mouth as she fought to find the words. She looked at me and at my shaven cunt and back again, throwing the wet panties to one side. "I love your cunt, Ash."

"He insisted on doing it to me." 

"What?"

"He said my thatch would scratch his face to pieces ... so he laid me back and shaved every hair off ... and I loved it."

"You look like a porn queen."

"Would you like to feel?"

"You bet I would," Dani said, leaning forward, her hefty breasts dangling in front of her. 

I knelt on the bed in front of her, offering my cunt. "It feels so sexy," she said, running her hand over and around, working in a circular motion until her fingers slid inside me. I was so well lubricated from John's attentions earlier, half of her hand disappeared without trying. 

"I like the feeling so much, I intend to keep it like this."

"I want you to shave me," she said, withdrawing her hand from my cunt and licking at the juice that glistened on her fingers. "I love the taste of sex."

"Then try some more," I said, walking on my knees to straddle her head, my cunt spreading open and ready for action. Her tongue flicked inside me, as she reached round and pulled me wide open to get better access. I squatted on her face, her eyes wide and looking up into mine, telling me how much she was enjoying herself.

She sucked and bit at my clit as I turned myself around, and reached down and parted the soft, thin hair around her cunt to give access for my tongue. In soixante-neuf, I sucked her clit, and pushed my fingers inside her, while she did the same to me – a sweaty mass of womanhood lost to each other's lust. 

My cunt was still sensitive from John's attention only an hour or so earlier, and I soon started to approach another orgasm. I held back until I felt Dani reach the same stage and with a final grunt and squeal and thrust, we both came at the same time, lapping cum from each other and trying not to miss a drop.

"Wow ... I like it when you talk dirty," Dani said as we moved to wrap our arms and legs around each other.

"It's freaky having a girlfriend like you ... my sex buddy."

"I think it's a good job we met each other, Ash."

"We're a couple of freaks together."

"Come on ... I want every detail about you and John." 

"I'll never get through it if you keep bringing me off like that every time ... where did I get to?"

"You've hardly started."

"Well, the first thing he did was to strip me off in front of him ... so he could get a good look at me."

"No disappointment there," Dani said, slipping her mouth over my nipple and sucking at it.

"Then he made me undress him ... and he is huge. He said his dick was eight and three-quarter inches ... but it looked longer because he'd already shaved off his pubic hair ... and I've never seen one so thick."

"He certainly sounds as if he knew what to do."

"An expert, I would say, Dani."

"Did you suck him off?"

"Yes, but not then ... later ... somehow, I managed to swallow every inch of his dick." 

"That would have choked me."

"He told me to take it slowly ... a bit at a time ... and breathe through the nose ... and I did ... and worked it over my tongue until my lips touched the base. Then I coughed and spluttered and wretched and pulled away quickly ... his dick dripping in saliva."

"Then what?" asked Dani, the light from her bedside lamps reflecting from her wide-open eyes.

"I swallowed the complete dick in a single motion and sucked it and fucked it with my mouth."

"You filthy bitch ... did he cum?"

"Not then, he seemed determined to hang out as long as possible ... but I wouldn't have minded."

"Get back to where you undressed each other."

"That's when we went into the bedroom and he shaved me." As I spoke, Dani worked her hand between my legs to feel the smoothness of my cunt.

"I'll get you to shave me later ... but tell me the whole story first."

"I wanted to get on with the sex, but he kept telling me to slow down ... and boring stuff about how sex was like savouring a good wine."

"That's what happens when you get as old as him, I suppose," said Dani.

"Then he started sucking my cunt ... and I felt gallons of juice coming and he drank the lot."

"You always produce gallons."

"Anyway," I continued, "he lifted my legs up until my knees were touching my ears and then dived straight into my cunt with his tongue ... and it went in further than ever ... and he flicked it over my clit ... and I came like a fucking train."

Dani removed her hand from between my legs and began to finger herself. "You are talking so fucking dirty, I need to masturbate," she said. 

I sucked on her right nipple to help her and pulled on the ring pierced through her left nipple – something I knew she liked. Her fingers blurred over her clit and she pushed her head back and arched her back and I held on with my teeth, her nipple enormous in my mouth, and kept pulling on her nipple ring. Then she let out a deep sigh and a low growl and fell limp on the bed beside me.

"Wow, I needed that," she said, a wide grin crossing her face.

"I think you're a nymphomaniac, Dani."

"Can't get enough ... keep going ... tell me more."

I continued as if the interval to allow Dani to masturbate hadn't happened. "Well, after he sucked me to a marvellous orgasm, it was his turn."

"I love being fucked after oral sex," Dani interrupted, "my cunt gets so sensitive and I feel every thrust."

"The problem was that I'd just cum and my cunt went into spasm and it wouldn't let John's dick in ... so he covered my cunt in spit and used it as lubrication. That did the trick and he soon worked his dick to the top ... it was very tight ... I felt every inch." 

Dani leaned over and ferreted around in her bedside drawer, returning with her largest dildo – a perfect replica of John's dick. She stuck it in her mouth and licked it and opened her legs and introduced it to her cunt. "Like this?" she said and pushed it up her soaking twat.

"My mum's got a vibrator that big ... I borrow it when she's out."

"I daren't use a vibrator, in case my parents hear it ... but this fills my cunt up to the top and I fuck myself with it quietly."

"The feeling of his dick inside me made me squeal and he told me to make as much noise as I wanted ... so I did ... and it seemed to turn him on more."

"It's turning me on just listening to it," Dani said, fucking herself hard with the dildo, pulling it almost out and pushing it in with gusto.

"Then he lifted my legs over his shoulders and penetrated me until I felt the soft skin at the base of his dick caressing the smoothness of my shaved cunt ... and slammed into me like a pneumatic drill."

Dani was doing the same alongside me, as if following instructions. I began to think I would never get to the end of my story. 

"I never come from penetration," she said, "but I love the feeling."

"Then he pulled me on top of him," I said, "and his dick went even further up my cunt. It felt like he'd split me in two ... and at the same time he was sucking and pulling at my tits ... so I fucked him as hard as I could ... to show him I could play that game, too."

"You fucking lucky tart, Ash ... I could do with some of that right now," Dani said, still plugging away with the dildo and pulling on her nipple ring.

"I felt him get even harder inside me and knew he was going to come ... even then he surprised me."

"What happened?"

"He took his dick out of my cunt and wanked himself for a few strokes and covered me in cum from my belly to my chin ... the second squirt crossed my mouth and he finished off on my face and tits."

"No wonder you taste of sex."

"Even that wasn't the end. He licked a dollop of cum off my face and thrust his tongue into my mouth so we could share the taste of it ... and then he made me suck his dick clean."

Dani took the dildo from her cunt and sucked it into her mouth before offering me a taste. She then stuck her tongue into my mouth so we could share the taste of her cunt – what a dirty cow she is.

"It sounds like he fucked you like a whore, Ash."

"And I loved every second of it."

"I can see why you were late getting here."

"That's because there's much more to tell you."

"I think I would have been shagged out by then, you fucking slag."

"You'd be begging for more, Dani."

"Like you were, you mean?"

"Actually, we fell asleep after that. Then I woke up ... and his dick was solidly erect against my leg while still asleep. He was snoring ... so I woke him up by licking and sucking his nipples. That's when I took his whole dick in my mouth ... but he didn't come ... he told me to suck his balls ... and I enjoyed that."

"I've always wanted to do that ... but there never seems enough time."

"The next thing he did sent me wild," I said. As I thought of how to describe it, I had a better idea. "Lie back ... I'll show you."

She sat her back against the pillows, knees up, legs open – her brown eyes wide and excited. I inserted the first two fingers of my right hand into her cunt, working them up and behind her clit, stroking her clit with the base of my thumb. Inside her, I worked further back and up, pushing into the side of her womb, just like John did to me.

"Can you feel that?"

"Fuck, yes, Ash ... he really did teach you things."

"How does it feel?"

"Like, I want to piss."

"That's what I said ... just relax."

I forced her cunt further open, leaving only my thumb outside, pushing and stroking vigorously at the wall of her womb, building up the motion. I found a spot that developed into a button the more I stimulated it, and knew I'd hit the target.

She begged me to stop and begged me to keep going, finding it hard to take – just like I did with John. But, I didn't stop I knew what she was feeling. Then her lower body start to squeeze against my hand, grasping my fingers, pushing against me. She gasped for breath. Sweat oozed across her face and ran between her tits. She thrashed around. I could hardly hold her. I maintained the stroke.

Then she let out an almighty groan. I felt her cunt relax, allowing my hand to penetrate fully. Juice gushed from everywhere as she threw back her head and shook it violently from side to side; sweat turning her short blonded hair into wet coils. She let out a deep moan and collapsed into a breathless orgasm.

"What have you done to me?" she asked when she recovered.

"I found your G-spot."

"Wow ... I've never felt anything like that before ... the best orgasm ever."

It took me a while to extricate my fist from Dani's cunt. As I did, I realised the music had changed to Lady Gaga – we'd been so busy I missed everything of Rihanna.

"I never imagined I was big enough to take a fisting," she said.

"With the amount of fucking you've done ... I'm not surprised."

"Did he get his fist into you?"

"I don't know ... I don't think so ... everything happened so quickly, I didn't know where I was half of the time."

"We've still got lots to learn, Ash."

"I knew it would be worth chasing John ... but never imagined he'd teach me tricks like that."

"I think we have turned into fully fledged bisexuals."

"We're more like multisexuals ... fucking boys and girls ... the best of both worlds."

"Was that it, then ... with John?"

I had to think where I was up to. "Oh no ... there's lots more."

"I've got to meet this man."

"Don't you dare, Dani ... anyway, I'm not going to tell you where he lives."

"At least tell me what he looks like."

"Well, he's over six feet tall ... with short fair hair and blue eyes."

"Is that it?"

"He keeps fit and is well developed ... and works in a bank ... or something."

"Do you think he's got enough energy for a threesome?"

Dani's question sent a shiver of excitement through me – the sort of feeling that tells you you're heading into something new and you know it will float around in your mind and nag away at you. I intended to fuck John again, but group sex never crossed my mind. It was something I wanted to try some day and her suggestion had its attractions.

"I've always wanted to try one ... and John sounds ideal ... do you think he'd be up for it?"

"Trust you to think about that, Dani."

"The way you're gripping my wrist tells me you're up for it, Ash."

"Shut up, you fucking pervert ... do you want to hear the rest of what happened, or what?"

"Don't let me stop you."

"Well, after he fingered my G-spot, we went into oral sex again ... that's when I swallowed the whole of his length, like I told you earlier."

"Did you make him cum?"

"I intended to ... but got sort of diverted."

"Diverted into what?"

"Well, he was licking around my cunt and he started working his way down ... and before I knew it ... he started licking my arsehole."

"Someone did that to me once and it felt lovely," Dani said, "but he chickened out and stopped and never did it again."

"I told John to give me more of it and licked his arsehole to prove it."

"You dirty fucking slut, Ash."

"Then he turned me over ... with my arse in the air ... and licked me over again ... and worked his fingers into me ... into my cunt and arsehole at the same time. I was well over the edge again by this time."

Dani started to play her fingers over my naked cunt again as I spoke. I opened my legs to help and she moved onto my clit – her other hand reaching between her legs. "I've always wanted to know what it feels like to be fucked up the arse," she said.

"It made me gasp at first, you know ... thinking that he was working several of his fingers into my arse ... and that feeling you get when you know it might hurt ... but you don't want it to stop ... because you're enjoying it."

Dani's fingers found the right spot on my clit – and on hers judging by the sneer on her face. 

"I want to know what it's like being fucked up the arse," she said.

"He smeared some jelly stuff up my arse and over his dick ... it was cold and made me shiver and realise how tense I was ... frightened even. Then he held the end of it against me ... and then pushed ... but I was too tight to let him in."

My tale held Dani in a spell. She stopped frigging both of us while I continued. Her face looked as if she was expecting something to fall on her head. Her fingers slowly slipped away from my cunt, her hand remaining cupped over the top of it.

"He pushed harder ... then I felt the end of it slip inside me ... and it hurt ... like a knife was splitting me open ... I didn't have time to think about it ... he pulled out slightly ... then pushed in further ... and my arsehole sort of closed in around his dick and held it firmly ... and the pain got even worse ... and I swore into the pillow."




Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 02



As I spoke the words, I relived the feeling of taking a dick up the arse for the first time. I felt exactly like the dirty slut that Dani called me.

"He held it there for a while ... neither of us moving ... and my muscles sort of relaxed ... and he pushed in further ... and it hurt again, so he stopped ... and he continued pulling out slightly and pushing until he worked his full length inside me."

"Then what?" asked Dani, impatient for me to continue.

"We stayed like that for a while, not moving ... his dick up to the hilt inside my arse ... then he started to fuck me ... slowly at first ... building up a rhythm ... then harder ... and faster ... until he was fucking me as madly as when he fucked my cunt earlier."

"How did it feel?"

"It felt different ... stimulating the area around my arsehole more than anything ... and it felt sexy ... and dirty ... the dirtiest sex I've ever had ... and I loved it ... and I told him to fuck me harder ... as hard as he could ... and it hurt like buggery ... and I loved it ... and I wanted him to go on and on giving me more hurt. Then my arsehole tightened around his dick and I had the strongest orgasm I'd ever had ... even stronger than when he found my G-spot ... and I loved it."

"You lucky bitch ... I always knew you were hotter than me," said Dani, beginning to find my clit again.

"Then I felt his cum pumping inside me ... and it went on for ages ... and we collapsed into a heap ... my head buried in a pillow sodden with my spit and sweat ... his dick firmly wedged inside me as we fell asleep."

"Show me ... do it to me ... I need to feel the hurt," begged Dani. The dildo was handy, so I told her to turn over and positioned her arse in the air and worked my tongue over and around her arsehole, just like John did to me. 

"Yes, give me more of that, Ash." I left a layer of saliva over her arsehole and worked my finger into it before pushing it inside her. "You dirty fucker, Ash ... don't stop." I worked another finger in and around until her arse tensed. I picked up the dildo and sucked at it, covering it in saliva, and pushed it against her arsehole. Nothing happened. She was too tight. 

"I told you not to stop."

"Hang on a minute," I said, leaning over her to find the tube of lubricant she kept in her bedside drawer. I dripped some around her arsehole and spread it around and inside her, before coating the dildo.

"Hurry up ... I want to feel it inside me."

"Shut up, you pervert ... you will enjoy it more if you savour the moment ... you mustn't rush into it," I said, amused to hear myself spouting John's advice.

I returned the lubed dildo to her arsehole and pushed against it. This time she opened up and I slid it in over the plastic bell-end. "Is that what you wanted, bitch?"

"Fuck yes."

"How does it feel?" 

"Like you're about to split me open."

I let it rest there for a moment, remembering how John had taken it easy with me at first, and let me adjust to the intrusion. I could still feel the remnants of the hurt. Then I pulled out slightly before pushing in again, keeping my movements in tune with her responses.

"How's that, Dani ... you like to feel dick up your arse, yeh?"

"Fuck you ... you fucking bitch ... give me more."

The dildo slowly disappeared inside her until it reached to the top – so I did as she said and fucked her in a regular motion. "Do you like to be fucked up the arse, bitch?"

"Yes ... fuck me harder."

I moved my left hand around her and placed it on her clit and pushed a couple of fingers inside her cunt while pushing and pulling on the dildo. This went on for ages as she writhed about on the bed, my tits hanging down, stroking her back, sending tingles of excitement through me. Then, suddenly, the whole of Dani's lower body erupted into spasm and she let out a shriek loud enough to bring out the neighbours. I didn't care. I kept going: fucking her arse; fingering her clit; and playing my tits across her body as it cavorted wildly beneath me. 

A final shriek came and her body collapsed with me on top, my tits pressed into her back, my hand jammed inside her twat, both of us panting as if we'd just crossed the line at the end of a marathon.

"How good was that, Dani?"

"It was the fucking best ever," she gasped, her head buried in the pillow.

"And that's how it ended with John ... his dick embedded firmly in my arsehole ... me full of nice hurt ... shit and cum everywhere."

"You know how to treat a girl," Dani said through staggered breath. And I smiled and cradled her in my arm as she worked her fingers behind her and inside my cunt and we fell asleep to the sounds of Duffy singing in the background.



Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 03



The telephone rang. "Hello ... is that John?" 

"Who's that?" I asked to a voice I didn't recognise. There was a brief delay -- as though she was deciding what to say next.

"You don't know me ... my name is Danielle ... I'm Ashleigh's friend."

It was my turn to go quiet, to wonder what was going on, and wonder if I'd done something wrong -- and this was payback time. "So ... what can I do for you?"

"Ashleigh told me everything about you ... and that."

Now I was getting worried. When a beautiful girl offers you no-strings sex and you exploit it to the full, it has to be too good to be true. Had these girls cooked up something between them -- something to incriminate me?

"It sounds like you and Ashleigh had a great time together."

Now I was convinced she was after something, so kept quiet, and let her do the talking so I didn't make matters worse. My heart began racing. My mind began to work out options. I started to prepare my defence.

"I wondered if you would like to get together ... and ... like ... do what you and Ashleigh did ... you know."

I felt the relief run through me as the tension drained from my system. "Am I hearing you right?"

"Yeh, sure ... I've got what you want ... you've got what I want ... why not?"

"Because girls like you don't just offer men like me everything for nothing in return."

"You did with Ashleigh ... and she got plenty in return ... so why not me?"

"I'd met her before, but I don't know you ... that's why."

"Well, you're never going to get to know me if we stay arguing on the phone, are you?"

"Where do you girls come from? First it's Ashleigh ... now you."

"You don't get it do you, John? Our generation is the first to grow up with rap music and porn ... we've heard and seen everything about sex ... got into it years ago ... and are always looking for something new."

"Find it with someone else then."

"Why should I when I know everything about you ... and your perversions? You won't be disappointed ... you can do anything you like to me. "

The stirrings in my groin began to shout at me, telling me not to be so stupid -- telling me not to care -- telling me to be a man and get on with it. The caution inside me spoke, "I need to think about this, Danielle."

"Well, I'm parked outside and it will take me a couple of minutes to reach you ... so take all the time you need."

By the time the doorbell rang, my erection was straining in my pants, my mind hallucinating about a girl I'd never met. I opened the door. She walked straight past me and took off her jacket and held it out for me, as if I was her servant. The room filled with a fragrance of spring flowers and spice. I couldn't put a name to it, but she was probably doused in one of those new perfumes they advertise on TV.

Danielle dropped her bag on the chair and stood with her back to the mirror on the wall opposite. "Well, what do you think?" she asked.

She was less pretty than Ashleigh and not as tall or slim -- but with lots to admire. I let my eyes run over her: medium height, made taller by her shiny black platforms; blonded cropped hair with a fringe crossing her brow; round face with brown eyes that danced with mischief; breasts heaving in a strapless black bustier, heavily wired to take the strain; black miniskirt; no stockings. A girl whose jaw jutted with confidence, who knew what she wanted and seemed determined to get it. 

"It feels as if a high class escort just breezed in ... ready for action."

"Hold that thought ... that's how I want you to treat me ... like a whore ... paid to do anything."

She looked me over just as much as I looked her over and, judging by the rise and fall in her breasts, seemed happy -- and excited.

"Are those breasts for real?" 

"Come and find out ... if you like."

"All in good time ... this is happening fast enough as it is."

"I have a surprise for you."

"You must've felt very confident about me to come so well prepared."

"Ashleigh told me all about you ... and your preferences."

Looking into the mirror behind her, I checked out her curves, her hourglass figure straining to break free of her miniskirt. Her eyes followed mine. She looked down and behind herself and worked her hands over the roundness of her bottom. She looked up at me through heavily made up eyes and spoke: "You can run your hands around my arse any time you like, John."

"What's the surprise?" I asked, with my erection about to burst out of my jeans.

"I've got no knickers on ... do you want to see?"

Ashleigh was full of surprises -- hard to beat, I thought at the time -- but this was turning out even better. Danielle seemed determined to keep the initiative and drive our first meeting forward. Had I been her age, I would have floundered. At twice her age, it was flattering -- and she was there for the taking -- anything I wanted to do. How often in a lifetime does a man get an offer like that?

"I want to see everything, Danielle ... in good time."

"I'm ready now."

"OK, anything you say," I said, turning the tables on her. It shut her up for a moment. I could almost hear her thinking the options through.

"In that case ... sit on the settee ... for your next surprise."

I sat in the middle of the beige leather. She walked towards me slowly, her stilettos clicking on the bare oak boards. Then she placed one foot alongside me, using it as a lever to stand up, above me. She lifted her skirt to her waist, exposing her cunt -- and showed off the second surprise -- it was shaven smooth.

"Here, John ... feed on this," she said, lowering herself towards my mouth, the folds of her twat opening to offer me easier access.

Her cunt glistened with juice and desire and sex. I thrust my tongue up and into her gash. Different cunts taste subtly different: Danielle's tasted of the usual sweat and urine mixed with crushed spring flowers, reminiscent of her perfume. I worked around and found her clit and sucked on it.

"Oh yes ... I give me more of that."

I grabbed her arse and pulled her into my face. I reached up to feel her breasts beneath the wiring of her bustier then rolled her over until she was under me. I sucked and bit at her cunt, pushing two fingers inside her and massaging my thumb in the space close to her arsehole. She clasped her legs behind my back, pulling me in, and grabbed my head with her hands, so firmly I could hardly breathe. Then she gasped and tensed and arched her back and gasped again and pushed my head away as I felt her cum ooze across my tongue.

"Wow, Ashleigh was right ... you really do know how to treat a girl," she said, fighting to regain her senses, "feel free to do that any time you like."

"You're off the scale, Danielle."

"I know ... I'm weird ... just can't get enough sex."

She sat up beside me and I looked down into her cleavage. She thrust out her chest as an invitation to the unspoken words that passed between us. 

"I've got another surprise for you, John ... but you'll have to find it."

"Stand up," I ordered, wondering what else she had hidden. She swung her legs off the settee, stood in front of me and kicked off her shoes. I ran the first two fingers of my right hand down her cleavage, and felt the soft tissue give way under my touch. The bustier seemed impenetrable, so I looped both hands over its top, into the softness of her flesh, pulling it down and away from her to expose her tits.

"You're full of surprises, Danielle." I said as the ring through her left nipple came into view.

"I love my nipple ring," she said, pulling at it, stretching out the enlarged nipple, "I can feel it all the time ... and it makes me feel special ... none of my friends would dare to have one."

"There are lots of things many girls are frightened to try."

"I love to do things other people don't do ... I'll try anything."

"Then, I think it's about time you got me out of my clothes," I said, swinging her around and changing places, with her now sat on the settee.

As I pulled off my tee-shirt, she undid my belt and button and tore down my zip, in a single movement. My jeans, socks and shoes joined her shoes in seconds. She felt through my white Calvin Klein's and around my erection. 

"I knew I was having the right effect on you," she said, yanking my boxers down to my ankles.

Without hesitation, she pulled down hard on my foreskin and swallowed my cock in one and wanked at me with her mouth. Her dark pink lipstick accumulated around the base as she attacked me over and over.

"Eight and three quarter inches, I would say," she said, looking up at me with moon eyes, "just my size." 

"You're a dirty bitch."

"The dirtier the better ... that's how I like it."

"You're going to get the dirtiest sex you've ever had before I've finished with you."

"I've got all night ... I told my mum I was staying with Ashleigh."

"Does Ashleigh know you're here?" I asked, remembering Danielle knew everything about me and how I fucked her best friend.

"Oh My God, no ... she'd kill me if she knew."

"How did you find me?"

"I pinched your number off her phone and looked up your address."

"You're devious as well as horny."

"Anything you say," she said, gulping my cock down her throat again while she fondled my balls.

"Wank me hard, you fucking whore ... suck me till I fill your mouth with cum."

She followed my instructions like a slave. I felt stirrings inside my balls, telling me I was about to cum. As if she knew, she switched her attack to my balls, taking them into her mouth one at a time and sucking on them like the biggest gobstopper you've ever seen. Her saliva dripped from her mouth and my genitals and down my legs -- stringy and sticky, just like cum.

She attacked my cock again. My balls began to twitch. My cock grew bigger in her mouth. She gagged. She spluttered. She looked up at me, lust shining from her brown eyes. I needed to cum. I extracted my cock from her mouth. Slaver dripped off it, down her chin, onto her tits, into her cleavage. I wanked at my cock, a few strokes. The pressure grew inside my groin. It felt like I was about to explode. 

My cock exploded. Cum shot in all directions. Imagine how pleased I felt as successive shots streaked across her face and tits and hair, to leave strands of pearly necklaces behind.

I like to taste my own cum, so fell on my knees, down to her level. I licked around her face and took a large dollop on my tongue and stuck it into her mouth where we sucked and swallowed and shared the confection. We came up for air, laughing, wallowing in my jitz. I followed it down and smoothed it across the expanse of her tits with my hands, catching my little finger in her nipple ring and giving it a pull. She squealed with enjoyment, while I finished massaging the tacky cum into her tits until only the smell of sex remained.

She looked a mess: hair matted with cum and sweat; mascara running from her eyes; eye shadow and lipstick spread over her face; the remnants of semen covering her tits and glistening on her black bustier; skirt wrapped around her waist like a rag; her shaven cunt in full view. I could have offered her a towel to clean up, but decided against it. I wanted my whore to look the part.

"You make great sex, Danielle."

"Look at the state of me," she said, catching sight of herself in the mirror.

"I like my whores to look like they've been well used."

"I look like I've been gang-banged," she said with a laugh and a shake of her head. She admired herself in the mirror, found her makeup from her bag and plastered an extra layer on her lips and around her eyes.

"Is that how you like your whore to look, John?"

"It's perfect ... don't change a thing," I said. Leading her to the bedroom, I pulled back the duvet and settled her down, her wide brown eyes excited in anticipation.

"You got any porn?"

"Have a look in the drawer below the TV."

I left to find two glasses and a bottle of red wine. When I returned, she was totally naked, sat propped up with pillows, knees in the air, feet wide apart, playing the part of the whore she was, her fingers inside her cunt. She was engrossed in the movie playing on the screen that dominated the wall opposite the bed -- one of those compilations with a bit of everything -- plenty for both of us.

"Do you like my tits? They're real, not fake like the women in the film."

"They are beautiful ... but you know that already, don't you?"

She smirked and lifted her right breast and stuck out her tongue and ran it over her nipple and shuddered as if someone had opened a window to let in a draft. Reaching down to take it in her mouth, she sucked it with a loud slurping noise for my benefit, while pulling on the ring on her left nipple. "I love my tits," she said, "they make sure I get lots of attention from all the boys."

"You are a fucking tease."

"I know ... and I play on it whenever I can."

"Oh yeh ... oh yeh ... yeh ..." came a breathless voice from the TV. We both looked over to watch a close-up of a cock fucking a well-used cunt.

I poured the wine while her attention was diverted to the porn queen taking another cock into her mouth. "Let's toast our wild night together," I said, offering her a glass.

"You're not like anyone else I've been with," she said, sipping at the wine with her eyes on the screen, "they want a bit of oral and a quick fuck, and they're finished."

I sat on the bed next to her and stretched out my legs. "Sex is like this wine," I said, holding up the glass of fine Burgundy and letting the glow of the TV shine through it. "Drink it slowly and savour the taste ... then you'll appreciate its flavour and quality." It was my best line -- and it worked every time.

"You haven't even tried to fuck me yet."

"All in good time."

We drank and toasted each other. I dipped my finger into my glass, coated it with wine and held it over her right nipple. The wine formed a globule before dripping onto her.

"Ooh, that makes me shiver," she said, the drop rolling down and around the bumps on her areola. 

I licked the drop of wine up before it ran away. Her nipple jumped to attention, so I took another finger-full and did it again. She laughed and laid back, her tits falling slightly sideward. I tipped a small amount of wine from my glass across her right tit and quickly followed it down with my tongue, lapping up every drop before finishing with the nipple firmly in my mouth. My erection began to recover.

She got the idea and knelt in front of me, her tits hanging loosely down her front, her face and hair still a mess of makeup and cum. My semi-erect cock in her hand, she pulled back the foreskin and dipped it into her glass. The end glistened with wine and she took it into her mouth, sucking off the liquid. My erection immediately grew too hard to dip into the glass a second time without wine spilling over the bed. So, she poured a small amount over it, moving quickly to lick it off before it reached the base.

"I like freaky things like this ... it makes sex much more enjoyable," she said, "the taste of cum mixed with the wine is fantastic ... the best wine I've ever had."

I laid her back and took a mouthful of wine, which I then dribbled across her breasts. I had to act quickly. Scooping her breasts into my hands, I licked and slurped at the wine as I chased it around her tits and nipples, in and around the ring, down every side, to make sure none of it reached the bedding. 

"Oh yeh ... oh yeh ... yeh ..." said a voice on the TV, as if passing judgment on my action.

"You know lots of tricks ... the sort that turn me on."

"And you're a quick learner, Danielle."

I opened her legs and pushed two fingers inside her cunt, to hold it open. Her expression widened, as if enquiring about what was going to happen. Her face went wild with excitement when I placed the top of the bottle against the opening.

"You dirty bastard," she said, a sneer of anticipation crossing her face.

I pushed the bottle inside her and heard the wine gurgle as it washed into her. She gasped and giggled at the same time. Pulling it out swiftly, I dived into her -- drinking the wine as fast as I could to stop it escaping. I swallowed most of it, gagging and spluttering on the rest. A small amount got away and ran down towards her arsehole and on to the sheet.

"Wow ... that's what I call savouring the wine, John."

"It tastes even better mixed with the natural juices of your twat, you fucking tart."

"Oh yeh ... oh yeh ... yeh ..." said the porn queen, but we had stopped watching.

The next time, I pushed the bottle into her as far as it would go, which was over half way, as her cunt, lubricated with fine wine, opened wide to accommodate it. From the amount of glugging inside her, I knew the next step would be difficult. I lifted her arse into the air before extracting the bottle and got my mouth to her cunt immediately. 

Wine went everywhere: spurting over my face and up my nose and in my eyes; gushing from her cunt, as I tried to slurp it and swallow it and catch it with my hands. Having covered her top half in cum, her bottom half was now awash. Holding her arse as high as I could, I followed the river of wine down and around her arsehole, trying to lick and suck up and drink every drop.

My face and hair and hands were soaking in wine. Her cunt and stomach and arse were soaking in wine. The bed was soaking in wine -- and we lay in the middle of it -- and laughed until we were breathless -- as breathless as the voices on the TV. 

I turned her over and over, chasing the last dregs and cleaning them off with my tongue. "You taste like a brewery, Danielle."

"And you behave like a sewer rat."

While my breath recovered, I stroked around her cunt. "You did a good job on this ... you shaved it really clean."

"Ashleigh did it for me."

"What?"

"I thought you knew, John ... we are ... like ... very close ... and stuff."

"How close is that?"

"Well, sort of ... you know ... like ... we look after each other."

"So when you're looking after each other ... does that develop into more intimate things?" I asked as I began to realise Ashleigh hadn't been fully honest with me.

"We have been known to get a bit carried away at times ... after a few drinks ... and that."

"Like sex, you mean?"

"Look John ... I thought you knew."

"So you're like recreational bisexuals?"

"If you want to put it like that ... I suppose we are."

"And you get her to orgasm?"

"Every time," she answered proudly.

"So she lied when she said she'd never had an orgasm?"

"Not exactly ... she said: she'd never had an orgasm with a boy ... there are lots of hair triggers among boys of our age, you know."

I laughed. I'd been suckered by two girls half my age. I always knew men didn't stand a chance when women dangled sex in front of them -- but twice -- and by teenagers -- how stupid can a man get? It sort of made me angry with both of my teenage sorceresses. But not so angry that I wanted to change anything.

Two porn queens started to lick and suck the hell out of each other's twats on the screen in front of us. Watching the action made me realise it didn't matter. Why should I care? Sex on a plate from two eager tarts -- it's what men dream of. 

"I told you, we're the new generation ... we had our first girl-on-girl session when we were sixteen," Danielle said, picking up on my mood.

"There were no girls like you when I was your age."

"Times have changed ... girls queued up at school begging me for sex."

"What did you do?"

"I told the young ones to come back when they were older ... and sucked and fucked loads of virgin cunt."

"And Ashleigh ... what was she doing?"

"She did the same, of course."

"I thought you girls wanted to learn new things from me ... it sounds like I've got lots to learn from you."




Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 03



"There's still plenty we haven't done ... nobody fucked me with a bottle of wine before today."

"I've still got plenty of tricks you'll like, Danielle."

"Ashleigh and me were thinking we could all get together one day ... and have a threesome ... how does that sound to you?"

I felt adrenaline course through my body. The offer to make one of my fantasies come true went straight to my head, where it mixed with the alcohol and the tension in my body. My chest thumped in tune with the beating of my erection. 

"From the expression on your face ... and the size of your dick ... I think you're definitely interested."

"We should make it a night when you and Ashleigh can stay over ... to give us plenty of time."

"Admit it ... a dirty bastard like you can't resist dirty fuckers like me and Ashleigh."

"Men like me know exactly what to do with whores like you," I said, rolling over towards her, the adrenaline in my system causing a little madness to start bubbling in my groin. The laughing finished, serious business entered my mind.

I stopped stroking her cunt and sunk my fingers into it. She flinched with surprise. There was little resistance after the stretching it got from the wine bottle. It was soaking and four fingers went in without trying. With a bit of twisting and manoeuvring, the whole of my hand went inside her. She winced. I formed a fist and pushed into her.

"How does that feel, you fucking bisexual slut?"

"It feels full enough to explode."

"You'd better watch out you fucking tart ... this might hurt."

I fucked her hard, with my fist, using her like a punch bag. Her womb closed in around my hand, grasping it tightly. I punched harder. 

"I've never felt anything like that before," she said.

"You should get your girlfriend to try it on you," I said, working her clit with my wrist as it moved in and out of her cunt.

Her breathing turned into sharp bursts. She pushed herself at me, lifting her arse off the bed, arching her back. She told me what a fucking bastard I was. She looked at me as if she wanted to kill me. She told me I killing her. She told me to stop. She told me not to stop. She fought to fill her lungs with air. She went quiet, tense, screwed up, her pelvic muscles crushing my fist. She gasped out loud and collapsed into the bed beneath me -- her head thrashing from side to side in tune with the orgasm I felt throbbing through my hand.

"Oh yeh ... oh yeh ... yeh ..." said the voice on TV, as if experiencing the contractions running through Danielle's cunt.

"You bisexuals fuck like animals," I said, fighting to extract my hand -- her cunt yawning red, and raw from the ordeal.

"My cunt says you're a fuck monster ... someone who needs taming."

"It'll take more than you to tame me, you fucking slut."

"I love it when you abuse me like a piece of meat."

I pulled her on top of my erection, penetrating her enlarged cunt to the top, no problem. "Fuck me, whore," I said, looking over her shoulder to watch a porn queen being double penetrated.

She moved her hips in a circular fashion, her tits swaying in front of me. I grabbed at them, sucking on one, pulling the ring on the other. She pulled away and started to beat me across the face with them. The ring hit my nose and it hurt. I yelped. It annoyed me again. She laughed and carried on fucking me.

I turned her over and around, kneeling up so I could fuck her from behind.

"Yeh ... fuck me hard," she said, head up, both of us watching a stud pissing on a porn queen, while she crouched and pissed on a girl beneath her. "I've never seen that before."

"I prefer the taste of wine," I said, pumping my erection into her. I leaned backwards and dropped a gob of spit onto her arsehole. She shivered.

"Wow ... I felt that."

I rubbed my thumb into the spit and pushed it through her arsehole. She flinched.

"Yeh, give my arse some action, John."

I pushed my thumb in as far as it would go, working the base hard against her arsehole.

"Abuse my arse you fucking bastard."

I reached over to find some lubricant in the bedside drawer, worked it into her arsehole and wanked some on my cock.

"Right, you fucking whore ... see how you like this."

I pushed hard against her arsehole. It opened wide and took my cock in up to the hilt in a single motion. 

She breathed deeply, gagging to speak. "Yeh, I love that ... fuck me as hard as that stud on the porno film."

"Oh yeh ... oh yeh ... yeh ..." agreed the porn queen, a cock ramming into her arse in time with mine.

"You like it up the arse, you fucking pervert?"

"I told you ... I love everything ... give it to me hard ... treat me like a piece of meat."

The bed swayed around beneath us. I reached around her to grab her tits and pulled her harder towards me. She met every one of my thrusts with an equally hard one of her own, my thighs slapping hard against her arse each time. Sweat dripped off my brow onto her back. She stank of booze and sex and sweat and perfume -- a heady mix.

I felt her arsehole contract around my cock, so I stopped fucking and held it there.

"Your dick's giving me nice hurt ... don't stop."

I'd never met a girl like Danielle before. She was bucking and fucking and shouting and watching the porn and swearing at me and telling me to fuck harder and faster. I kept my hand on her right tit and moved the other to play with her clit, maintaining the hard thrusts of my fuck. Some fingers slid inside her cunt -- so I was working her arse, her clit, her cunt and her tits all at the same time. 

Something had to give. It was me. I felt cum rushing from my balls and jet up inside Danielle's arse. I pulled out and she yelped with surprise and I turned her over and squirted the rest over her tits, up to her chin.

The picture of destruction daubed in makeup, which passed for her face, ran with sweat. I move up to shoot another load of cum across her nose, adding another layer of pearly drops to the effect. It looked as if my prostitute had been fucked by an army of porn stars.

We collapsed into the bed together, completely spent, and immediately fell into a deep sleep. I don't know how long it lasted, but it was dark when I woke up and I was bursting for a piss. 

The tinkle of running water came from the bathroom.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked Danielle as I found her lowering herself into the hot water. 

"I need a bath ... to sooth myself underneath ... I'm on fire."

Somehow, seeing her there sat in the bath, splashing around in a few inches of water, gave me an idea -- you know -- something you've never done, because the time wasn't right -- but you always wondered what it was like? It was one of those moments.

"You're my whore ... and I haven't finished with you yet."

She looked up at me, her brown eyes full of questions and expectation, and a hint of fear. "I can't imagine what's left that you haven't already done," she said.

"Then I need to broaden your imagination further ... if you want a wash ... I'll give you one to remember." 

I climbed into the bath in front of her and pulled back my foreskin and aimed my cock at her and pissed over her head and tits. I had gallons and made sure to soak her hair and face with my golden liquid, giving every inch a good wash.

"You dirty bastard," she said, fighting to get the words out through the piss. 

"Now that's what I call a wash, Danielle."

"You should be on porn films," she said with a gurgling laugh while massaging the liquid across her face and through her hair and into her tits. 

"Being a dirty bastard is better than a fucking pervert who likes to bathe in piss."

Looking up at me with scorn in her eyes and a torrent of abuse flowing from her mouth, I could tell she was plotting to get her own back.

"Two can play at that game," she said, laughing but not joking, expecting to be obeyed, "sit down ... come on ... now ... do as you're told."

I sat in the polluted water. She stood up, piss and water dripping off her. She squatted slightly and thrust out her cunt and pulled back on it and started to piss, directing it over my head and face. Its saltiness made a fine addition to the taste in my mouth -- a confection of her cunt and booze.

When she finished, I reached out to touch her twat, but she pulled back. "If you're thinking of fucking me in here ... I really can't take any more," she said. "As much as I hate to admit it ... you have well and truly wasted me." 

We laughed together. Laughter that summed up hours of discovery of the wonders of illicit sex between strangers -- something hard to follow or repeat -- although I felt sure we'd try our best -- something both of us would remember for the rest of our lives.

I drained the bath and refilled it with clean water, and washed both of us from the top of our heads to the bottom of our feet. She flinched at first but I persisted: making sure to be gentle; making sure to soap her tits and massage them well; making sure not to add to her hurt; making sure to work my fingers into every nick and cranny of her body; making sure to work my fingers into her cunt and her arsehole to leave no area unclean; making sure to wash her hair with my best shampoo; making sure to clean off the remnants of her makeup. 

She surrendered herself to my attentions, wincing occasionally when I touched a place that hurt -- her complaints diminishing the more I pampered her body. I finished the job off with a rinse from the hand shower.

I stood her by the bath and patted every inch of our bodies dry before wrapping her in a clean, white bathrobe.

The bedding looked a mess, but at least it hadn't soaked through the mattress cover. I threw a couple of white bath sheets over the stain of red wine and cum and shit, and laid Danielle down on them. A layer of antiseptic cream smoothed around the soft folds of her cunt and her arsehole finished the job, to her relief.

"I always believed I could never get enough sex, John ... you've proved me wrong."

"There's plenty more where that came from."

"Save it for next time ... I've learnt enough new lessons for one day."

We slept like innocents -- and never has a word been so misused -- neither of us was or wanted to be innocent. In the morning, we had a bit of oral and a quick fuck before I made some breakfast and packed her off home. No doubt to tell her story to Ashleigh. 

As I dressed, I had a long and satisfying wank thinking of the promised threesome with two beautiful teenage nymphomaniacs.



Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 04



What is it about my brother Dylan? All our childhood, he made my life a pain -- always mucking about and arguing and never growing up. Then he went off to university and came back all intellectual, spouting boring nonsense about equal rights and life and stuff. I imagined we'd drift apart as we got older and discover our separate identities.

When he came home this summer after his second year, he'd changed again. This time he was more down to earth and serious and talked more sense. It forced me to look at him like a man, rather than a brother -- and I loved the man he'd become. I think he also saw the woman in me, rather than the younger sister with girlish ways. 

We bumped into each other as I came out of the shower wrapped in a bath towel, my dark hair tousled, my face stripped of makeup. He looked at me and blushed and apologised for getting in my way -- not long before he'd have barged past me without thinking.

I noticed him watching me and looking away when I glanced in his direction, as though he was afraid of me. It was sweet to think he may have difficulty dealing with a woman like me close up. Then he bought me perfume for my birthday, which I knew was expensive and he couldn't afford it -- even with his summer job at the supermarket.

"Do you like the smell?" I asked putting my neck close to his face to let him get the full effect.

"It's wonderful," he said. As he moved away, his brown eyes peered down the front of my blouse, which was only buttoned half-way because at home we never bothered about things like that. With a mother like ours, who wore her cleavage like a badge of honour for all to see, wearing scanty clothes around the house was normal, especially in the summer.

He walked out of the room afterwards but, from that moment, I knew he was looking at me not just as a woman, but as a woman he would like to fuck. The impossibility of doing it sent a bolt of excitement through me. I already knew no man could resist me if I offered sex, but my brother? It was wrong. I tried not to think about it -- but the thought followed me around, like the scent of my new perfume -- the blood rushing around my head making my ears ring.

One Saturday evening, I was at a loose end. Dani had a hot date with a guy she met in the supermarket -- how she expected to land a millionaire when she kept fucking shelf stackers beat me. Mum was meeting her girlfriends and never got back early. I'd looked forward to staying over with John and letting him fucking the shit out of me again, but he cancelled, to do something for his mother. 

I was watching TV when Dylan came home from work. He looked exhausted, so I took pity on him and got him a ham sandwich and a beer. I poured myself a glass of white wine and joined him on the settee.

"You're wearing my perfume again." 

"And you smell of sweat," I said, reverting to the usual way we spoke to each other

"It's hard work humping boxes all day."

"Humping boxes -- is that what you do?"

"Give or take a bit."

"You must hump more than boxes at university," I said, laughing deliberately to wind him up. He choked on his sandwich and needed a slug of beer from his can to wash it down.

"I get my fair share."

"Tell me about it," I said, turning round to face him and noticing how his eyes moved from my cleavage to the TV screen before settling on my face.

"You've turned into quite a tease, Ash ... I bet the boys are all over you."

"I get my fair share."

"That friend of yours, Danielle ... she's as bad ... I fucked her last year, you know," he said, the admission of his success making him to sound more of a man.

"I know ... she told me."

"Is nothing private around here?"

"Not between Dani and me."

"She said you were quite good ... and she'd do it again if you asked."

"Only quite good?"

"Well, she said fucking good actually ... and you've got a big dick, apparently ... but I didn't want to give you anything to brag about."

"I've got plenty to brag about."

"Like what?"

"Like ... I've fucked lots of girls at university."

"I thought everybody did that."

"Like ... my friends bet me that I couldn't get to fuck this lesbian, who'd turned down everyone," he said, the pride in his voice telling me he won the bet.

"Are you still fucking her?"

"No, I dumped her after I won the bet ... but it was terrific while it lasted."

Dylan's beer ran out. So I poured him a wine and topped my glass up. "You got a steady girl?" 

"I decided to use the opportunity to fuck around with as many girls as possible."

"It sounds like you love getting inside any pair of knickers."

"Can't get enough ... and I have a few regulars ... so I never go short."

"We've never spoken like this before," I said, filling up the glasses again -- the wine helping us to relax -- and the talk to flow.

"It's not the sort of thing you discuss with your sister."

"We share a mother ... so I'm only your half-sister."

"I suppose that makes it OK then."

"I've seen you looking at me."

"Are you surprised? You wander around the house half dressed ... showing off your tits ... it's a lot for a man to take, you know."

"I like men looking at my tits ... they're my best feature, don't you think?" I asked, pushing out my chest and pulling down my jumper to display my cleavage and lacy white bra.

"Stop fucking with my head, Ash."

"I can fuck who I like." 

"Dani told me you fuck around."

"Sex isn't just for men, you know ... look at Mum ... and she's in her forties."

"If you weren't my sister, I'd have been up your cunt years ago."

"I love it when you talk dirty, Dylan," I said, throwing back my head and laughing, "and I know it's not all talk."

"You'll never find out."

"Do you think we inherited promiscuity from Mum?"

"She's been out of control since she split with your Dad," Dylan said.

"She's out with her girlfriends again tonight ... and is bound to pull someone."

"I think you inherited your tits from her."

"She's twice my size."

"Just think, Ash ... we used to suck on her nipples ... don't you sometimes wonder what it must have been like?"

"You're a pervert, Dylan," I said, topping up the glasses. "When you look at my tits ... I know you're wondering whether I'll make a good fuck."

"The word on the street is you're a terrific fuck."

Somehow, this made me mad and I flailed at him with my fists. I didn't care about my reputation -- I enjoyed boys chasing me because they wanted to fuck me -- and I allowed the ones I fancied to catch me. At that moment, with a lot of wine inside me, the thought of fucking sent me wild, especially as John let me down and the itch in my cunt needed scratching. Dylan took hold of my wrists to hold me off as we wrestled around on the settee.

We stopped. He let go of me. We looked at each other, breathing heavy from the larking around. Or, was it sexual tension? I looked into the eyes of a strong man who could look after himself and liked to fuck around with girls -- the sort of man I normally expected to leap on me and get my clothes off and fuck my cunt until it was raw.

Judging from the leering expression on his face, he seemed to be thinking along the same lines as me. But, he was my brother and the impenetrable sibling barrier fell back between us. It was enough to make anyone frustrated and mad and lash out.

It could have been that he was taller than me and slim like me and muscular and used to fucking his way around. Or, it could have been that I'd always admired him and wondered about him ever since my best friend told me how he'd fucked her. Or, it could have been that I should have been fucking John at that precise moment and my cunt felt neglected. Or, it could have been the wine.

Whatever caused my madness, family ties suddenly seemed unimportant. We kept staring at each other and the tension grew and we breathed deeply, in unison. From the expression on his face, I knew he was thinking the same as me.

"Think how exciting it would be if ... like ... you and me fucked each other," I said, draining the last drop of courage from my glass.

He nearly swallowed his glass with a mouthful of wine. The coughing fit took a while to pass before he looked at me through heavy brown eyes. "You're still messing about with my head, Ash."

"I know exactly what I'm saying, Dylan."

"If you were anybody else ... you'd have been fighting me off years ago."

"Are you chicken ... or what?"

"I think you're the pervert, Ash."

"Nobody needs to know." 

"Not even Dani?"

"Especially not her ... that's a promise," I said, holding his gaze with mine. 

From the way he ran his eyes over my cleavage, I could feel the temptation working through him. I pulled down my jumper again to give him a better view. His Adam's apple did a jig in his throat as he swallowed hard. He licked his lips. The dark bristles of his designer stubble seemed to stand on end as he churned the options through in his mind.

"It's dangerous, Ash."

"It's illegal ... that's what makes it exciting."

"My cock is straining at the thought of fucking you ... and behind Mum's back ... wow, what a turn on."

"The risk of her finding out is electrifying, Dylan."

"Who cares about breaking the law?"

"People do it every day."

He didn't answer. We both knew the score. He gulped down the rest of his wine and switched off the TV and stood up and grabbed my hand and pulled me up and led me to the door and switched off the light and led me upstairs to his room. I didn't speak. I didn't think. I didn't want to find any reasons to stop me and my brother from fucking.

His room looked like a student's doss house, dirty clothes slung in heaps and debris everywhere. The bed remained unmade from that morning. The atmosphere hung with stale sweat, tinted with aftershave. Everything seemed perfect.

"This is our secret, yeh?" he said.

I nodded and crossed my heart and looked him in the eyes, daring him to make the first move. There was no need to worry -- his mission was firmly etched in his jaw.

"You don't know how many times I've wanked off thinking about you Ash."

"Since Dani told me about the size of your dick ... I've imagined how it would feel wedged inside my cunt."

"I've always wanted to fuck you."

"And I've masturbated my clit sore fantasising about you."

Then lots of things happened at once: he grabbed me and pulled my jumper over my head in a single movement; I wrestled with the belt on his trousers; he pulled my bra down and sunk his head into my tits, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth; I had his trousers down and squeezed his dick inside his pants; he unzipped my jeans and pulled them down; I released his dick and pulled back hard on his foreskin; his hands were in my knickers, working his fingers up my cunt; I wanked on his erection, pulled my tits away from him, and fell onto my knees; he stuck his dick in my mouth, and grabbed my ponytail to push and pull my head, fucking my mouth. 

The tension of years of being denied the right to fuck each other, translated into ferocity. He fell back onto the bed. I followed him, his dick still firmly grasped in my mouth, determined to give him the fuck of his life. The danger of jail hanging over me increased the pulses of excitement running through my body.

"Fuck me now, Dylan ... like an animal ... like you've never fucked anyone before."

He needed no bidding. The rest of our clothes were off. He lifted my legs over his shoulders, found my cunt with his dick and drove into me as if his life depended on it. After a few thrusts, his dick penetrated me to the hilt and we ground into each other with all our might. 

It couldn't last. Within no time, I felt his cum spurting deep inside me, filling what little space was left.

He collapsed on top of me, gasping for air, his sweat mixing with mine. "Sorry Sis ... it was a bit quick."

"The times we fuck, I'm your lover ... not your sister ... OK?"

"I want lots more, Ash."

"I don't mind it being quick ... this time."

"The years of frustration got to me."

"It's best to have a quick fuck at first ... it clears away the tension ... now we can settle down to some really good sex."

"It works for me."

I pulled down the foreskin on his limp dick and wrapped my lips around his bell-end, sucking and licking the taste of my cunt and his cum. By this time it was clean, his dick was coming to life again.

He laid me on my back and sucked on each of my nipples in turn before working his way down my stomach. Crouched between my legs, he took hold of my ankles and spread my legs and licked down into my cunt, soaking with his cum.

"It's one of my specialities ... to clean out a girl's cunt after I've cum inside her ... I love the taste."

"You can do anything you like to me," I said enjoying the feeling of his hot breath on my cunt as his tongue lapped up the fuck-fluid. He latched onto my clit and sucked and bit at it, while inserting a couple of fingers inside me. 

I reached out for his dick and moved through a semi-circle into soixante-neuf so I could suck him at the same time. I remembered what John taught me -- to take it slowly and breathe through the nose, until I'd worked his dick down my throat.

"Wow, you fucking bitch ... you really are an expert ... nobody's done that to me before."

My mouth was too full to answer, but I felt excited at the thought of showing my elder brother something new. He withdrew from me, allowing me to concentrate on fucking his dick with my mouth. Then, his pubic hair tickled my nose, forcing me to gag and splutter and pull away -- saliva dripping from my lips and down his leg, like cum.

"I can't do with all this hair," I gasped at him, rubbing at my nose to remove the itch, "you need to shave it off."

"Like your cunt?"

"Do you like it?"

"I love it ... so smooth ... with a taste to die for."

"Shaving will make your dick look even bigger, you know ... imagine how that will impress the girls."

"They're already impressed ... they all want to try it out."

"How big is it?"

"It's big enough, thank you."

"Hang on a minute," I said, leaving him lying on the bed while I went to my room. I returned with a ruler and held it against him. Then I wanked him hard, to make him bigger, and sucked him again to make sure his dick was at the maximum. 

"Tell the girls it's nearly ten inches, Dylan."

"I'll tell them ten inches ... with any luck, the message will soon get around ... and when I'm fucking them, I'll think of you."

"It's the biggest dick I've ever seen."

"And it's going to spend a lot of time up your cunt, you fucking pervert."

"I love big dicks ... can't get enough ... you can fuck me any time."

"It's our secret ... two perverts fucking ... jailbait the both of us," he said, pulling me back on top of him. "I've waited years to have a good look at your tits."

My tits hung low over his face as he checked them out, turning them in his hands. "These are the most beautiful tits I've ever seen," he said, "big and perfect shape and symmetrical ... I've always loved them." 

He took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked at it, pulling it deeper and deeper inside. Then he repeated the action on the other. "Just as I thought ... they are fucking gorgeous ... something to be savoured."

"Like a good wine?" I asked, thinking of John's advice.

"Exactly."

I moved down and cupped my hands around my tits and took his dick into my cleavage. "Ever had a tit-fuck, Dylan?"

"I've never been given the offer."

I ran my tits up and down his dick. He groaned as I held him tight. It felt sexy. I caught sight of myself in the mirror on the opposite wall, behaving like a slut. I liked the look. After a few stokes, I pushed his bell-end out of the top and up to my mouth, tit-fucking and sucking him on each stroke. Dylan really enjoyed that. 

I could have kept going and made him cum all over my tits and face, but I wanted more than that. So, I made a mental note to try it on John the next time, as a warm-up to sex. Not that it did much for me, but was discovering that springing surprises on my lovers makes them hornier -- and I get fucked much better as a result.

"The foreplay's over ... time for the real thing," I said, releasing him and grabbing his dick in both hands and wanking on it as hard as I could.

Then, I laid back on the bed and lifted my knees and opened them as wide as I could. His eyes widened and looked at me and at my tits and at my cunt gaping open, inviting him in. Without hesitation, he grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs and lowered himself onto me, his enormous dick pushing into my cunt. Within a few strokes all of his ten inches was inside me -- his pubic hair stroking my shaven mound.

He rammed into me hard, nearly withdrawing each time to make each stroke count. I pushed back at him and we met in the middle with a bump, which made the bed shake and groan as if it was about to give way under the pressure.

Dylan built up speed and grimaced and fucked harder and sweat dripped from his hair onto my face. I didn't want him to cum, so I slowed him down and pulled away and sunk down to his dick, taking all of it into my mouth in one swallow. While I sucked off the taste of my cunt, he turned around and stuck his tongue into my cunt, searching out my clit again. I wanked away at his dick with my mouth from beneath him.

I felt that rush that comes just before I climax, a dizzy feeling that starts in my head and spreads around my body. Knowing I couldn't continue much longer, I got rid of his dick while he finished me off. 

It didn't take long. My pulse raced. I gasped for breath. I screamed. My groin began to spasm. My pelvic area contracted. My cunt was on fire. The wonderful feeling of being brought to orgasm washed through me. He carried on sucking. I felt I could take no more. I told him what a fucking bastard he was, and tried to throw him off. He held on and kept sucking my cunt. I came again. It felt as if my body was lifting off the bed. Now, I really could take no more. I swore at full pitch. I told him to stop. I thrashed my legs about in an attempt to push him away. 

He refused to stop. I fought him. He pinned me down with his weight. His large hands gripped my knees to control my legs. Our sweat acted as a lubricant, allowing our bodies to slide over each other as I twisted and turned. I arched my body in an attempt to shake him off. I screamed. He kept working my cunt. Another orgasm blasted through me. He kept going, taking me to another orgasm and another. 

I lost track of my senses. I lost track of how many orgasms he'd given me and where I was and whether I could take any more. He kept going. I collapsed beneath him -- completely spent -- beaten into silence -- unaware of where I was or what was happening.

He flung himself to one side, gasping for breath as if he'd just surfaced from a deep sea dive and needed oxygen. I felt the same, my heart pounding. Both exhausted, our chests rose and fell in unison as we sucked in air.

"Where ... did ... you ... learn ... that?" I asked, forcing out the words as I battled to draw breath into my lungs.

"From a post-grad student ... she made me go on and on ... until my jaw ached so much I had to stop."

"No wonder you're popular with the girls,"

"It's my trademark play ... it never fails."

"You can say that again ... my cunt is still throbbing ... here ... feel," I said, taking his hand and placing it over my cunt. A couple of his fingers worked their way inside me.

"I see what you mean," he said, starting to fiddle with his fingers.

"Oh no you don't ... I can't take any more right now ... later." I laughed, delighted with the thought of being brought to a multiple orgasm by my brother.

"I like to make girls cum ... they remember it afterwards ... and come back for more."




Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 04



"That's what makes sex so fucking incredible ... it's all the same ... but different every time."

He moved back on top of me. I opened my legs and let his dick slip back inside me, up to the hilt. We rolled over. I grappled my way on top of him, my tits hanging down over his face. He grabbed at them and sucked a nipple into his mouth, working the other between his thumb and finger. I rode him hard, my tits bouncing against his face with every thrust, my clit throbbing as his ten inches worked it backwards and forwards.

Now I was glad he'd cum quickly the first time. Now I knew he'd keep fucking me much longer -- and give me the fucking I wanted -- hard and long -- a depraved fucking from my brother.

He pushed me off and stood me on the floor, facing the bed, facing the mirror. I leaned forward and took my weight on my arms, my hands deep inside the bedding. Dylan came in strong, from behind, grabbing my tits and pulling me into him with every thrust. He forced me onto tip-toes each time. I pushed back at him to stay on my feet.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I like to watch while being fucked. My face looked a mess, my makeup spread around like a slag, my long dark hair shaken out of its ponytail. Sweat ran from my head and through my hair and onto my shoulders, and down between my tits. I gave him that sneering look that takes control of my face when I am being fucked, willing him to work harder. 

My cunt throbbed every time he pushed into me. I imagined that's how it felt being gang-banged. It's one of my fantasies, being fucked over and over until I lose my senses. When I reach this point, I don't care who's fucking me -- I just love it -- can't get enough -- don't want it to stop. It makes me feel so pleased to be a woman who can fuck forever, whereas men cum and it's over.

I spoke to the mirror. "Ever fucked one of your girls up the arse, Dylan?"

"I tried it on the lesbian ... but she was too tight ... so it didn't work," he said, between gasps.

"I love it up the arse."

"You are a fucking pervert, Ash."

"I've had lots of practise ... got my first fuck at fourteen ... at sixteen, I had my first girl on girl sex ... and at eighteen I lost my virginity up my arse."

"It's a mathematical progression."

"I know ... can't wait to find out what happens when I'm twenty."

"You'll be into group sex by then, no doubt."

"It sounds good to me, Dylan."

"We need some lubrication," he said, dropping a gob of spit down and onto my arsehole.

"Saliva only works in porn movies ... believe me ... we need something better."

"I know," he said and pulled out of my cunt before dashing into the bathroom. I heard him rummaging around and knew what he'd bring back.

"You've got the baby oil, haven't you?"

"Mum always keeps a bottle in the top of the cabinet."

"Do you think she uses it for anal sex?"

"It's been there as long as I can remember, Ash."

"I never understood why it went down ... but it never seemed to be used."

"We'll soon find out if it works."

Dylan dropped a dollop around my arsehole. He massaged it in with his thumb, which soon broke through and inside me.

"How's that feel?"

"You are a fucking bastard ... it feels the best."

"I love it when you talk dirty," he said as I watched his reflection, pouring oil on his dick and then wanking himself to spread it around.

"Take it easy at first ... until you're properly inside me."

He placed his dick against my arsehole. I felt his bell-end penetrate me. "Wow, that feels great ... hold it there for a second."

The tension in my muscles eased as he waited. He must have felt it too, because he pushed further inside. I gasped. He stopped and waited for the tension to ease again before pushing in deeper. In no time, his full ten inches was embedded up my arse. I realised it was easier than my first time with John -- and we'd done it several times since -- so I wondered if my arse was adjusting to the regular poundings.

There was no time to dwell on the thought. Dylan pulled almost out of me, and then pushed in, up to the hilt, a couple of motions that took my breath away.

"Are you sure you've never done this before? You sure seem to know how to please a girl."

He took that as a signal to grab my tits, his greasy fingers sliding around on them, and pulled me full onto his dick, while pushing into me. "Is that how you take it ... you fucking pervert? Hard up the arse." 

"Give it to me ... as hard and fast as you can," I shouted back, the pitch of my voice indicating that my scream switch was about to reactivate.

And that's what happened. Soon, he was pounding my arse with such force the bed moved beneath us, until it stopped up against the bookcase and could go no further. I shouted and swore and screamed at him to keep fucking me -- and then to stop because I could take no more -- and then to keep going because I wanted more nice hurt up my arse. 

In the mirror, I watched us working at each other like animals overtaken by some primeval instinct to copulate; to have my arse fucked like hell, while he ignored my pleas to stop; him pumping me full of dirty sex and abusing me until I could take no more.

Suddenly, I felt my arsehole contract around his dick and knew that I was going to cum again. I'm sure he sensed it too, because he fucked even faster. I felt his cum squirting inside my arse -- and reached a higher climax than before. He kept going until cum leaked out of my arsehole and down my legs with each thrust. 

We collapsed in a heap on the bed, sweaty bodies slapping against each other, breathing like horses that had just crossed the line at the Grand National.

"What do you think about that, Ash?"

"It's the best fuck I've ever had."

"I bet you tell that to all the fellas."

"Of course I do ... and it's usually true ... at that moment," I said laughing and coughing and feeling the thickness of his dick wedged up inside my arse with every movement.

"To think ... I've spent my life sleeping next door to a nymphomaniac ... and never knew."

"And I was in the next bedroom to a sex addict ... who was wanking off because he wanted to fuck me ... what a waste."

"I've cum gallons thinking about you, Ash."

We laughed and he slowly extracted himself from me -- every slight movement adding to the hurt in my arse. I told him to make sure none of the oil or shit on his dick got onto the sheets -- in case Mum suspected something when she came to wash them. He went to wash himself in the bathroom while I stuffed some tissues inside me.

"What do we do now?" he asked when he returned to lie beside me in the bed, and wrapped his long arms and legs around me.

"You can do what you like to me ... there'll be plenty of opportunities ... but nobody must know ... or suspect."

"Was it true what you said, Ash?"

"Was what true?"

"That Danielle would fuck me again if I asked her."

"Don't you ever get enough, you fucking bastard?" I shouted, sitting up and bashing him over the head with a pillow and laughing as my tits swayed with the motion and he tried to defend himself with his arms. 

He grabbed at me and found my tits and pulled me towards him and we had a long, hard kiss -- our first proper kiss as lovers. It seemed appropriate that it came after the sex and not before. He worked his way on top of me. I opened my legs and he slipped inside me again and I began to look forward to another fuck. Then the door slammed downstairs and we realised it was later than we thought and Mum was home.

So I disentangled myself from beneath him and grabbed my clothes off the floor and scooted off to my bed, next door. I left him repositioning the bed, to hide any evidence of our illegal activities.

I settled down with my light off, content my world now included sex so illicit that I couldn't tell anyone about it. Reliving the events of the evening, I planted my fingers firmly inside my cunt, laughing quietly to myself as I masturbated and thought about Dylan and the risks we'd take together -- the taste of sex filling my mouth.



Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 05



"Sorry I'm late," I said, out of breath, "I got held up in traffic and the parking is horrendous at this time."

"I'd given up on you," said Geeta, "you're my last client. Everyone's gone home, and I was about to shut the salon."

"It's OK, though ... isn't it?"

"Of course it is ... let's see what you're in for," she said, fingering through the appointments book. "Oh, full legs ... and a Brazilian ... we'd better get on with it."

She took me into the treatment room and told me to lie on the couch, while pulling on a pair of latex gloves and stirring the molten wax in the pot on the side table. Reedy mood music played from the speaker in one corner, punctuated with tinkling bells and strange violin sounds -- like oriental muzak.

"Not seen you for a while," she said, flashing her wide eyes at me before pasting my leg with wax.

"I'm so busy at the moment ... with my summer job and preparing for university ... and my social life is so-o hectic," I said, staring up at the brightness of fluorescent light over me.

"A beautiful girl like you, Ashleigh ... I bet the boys won't leave you alone."

"They all want to get their hands on me."

"Who wouldn't want to get hold of a girlie like you ... with your figure and looks?"

I liked Geeta. She was tiny compared to me with pencil thin arms. Her hands were small, but strong from years of massaging and pampering clients. I loved the golden brown colour of her skin -- something that would take me a fortnight in the Mediterranean sun to develop.

She always asked lots of questions, suggestive questions, probing into my affairs, as though she wanted to know everything about me. It didn't bother me. There was nothing to be ashamed of in my private life. Over the time I visited her, I'd told her lots about my relationships -- even filling in some of the details.

I winced as she worked away on my legs. Her professional pace told me she wanted to get the job done and go home. Our beauty parlour talk continued: about my social life; about leaving school; about the boys I'd meet studying law at university; about my summer job in my Dad's estate agent office; about trivia -- never finishing one topic before moving to the next. 

"You've never had a Brazilian before," Geeta said, as she finished off smoothing down my legs with lotion. Her soft brown eyes looked into mine, full of questions.

"I've been shaving myself ... but find it awkward."

"It hurts, you know."

"It'll be worth it."

"There's two ways of doing this ... you put on paper knickers and I work around them ... or the full on way.

"I'm not shy ... I'll take off my knickers and you can just go for it."

"You got a hot date then?"

"You're always very inquisitive, Geeta."

"I'll take that as a yes."

"You must think I put myself around a bit."

"That's what I did at your age."

The wax hit the area inside my bikini line and made me shiver, which surprised me because it was warm. Within seconds, she was zipping away at my bush and, after each pull, rubbing her fingers into the cleaned off area. I tried to listen to the music to ease the pain. 

"It's good that you've been shaving ... the hairs aren't too long. So what's it to be? Do you want me to leave a landing strip ... or do you want everything off?"

"I want every hair gone."

She started again at the top and I felt more wax slopping over my mound and running down slightly. It was smoothed over and whipped away in a trice. The pain made me jump as every hair was taken with it.

"How did you learn to do a Brazilian?"

"A friend and I paired off at college and we did it on each other."

"That must have been embarrassing."

"It was one of the most erotic things I've ever done ... it made us so horny ... we were almost ravishing each other on the bus home."

"I thought you were married."

"I am ... but I've had my moments," Geeta said, her eyes filling with mischief, letting me in on one of her secrets.

"I think being married would be too restrictive for me," I said, "I like my freedom too much."

"I had the full Indian wedding ... but the deal was that I could still have my girlies." 

The pain of another strip of pubic hair being yanked out from the roots overwhelmed the significance of her reply. This time, tears welled up in my eyes. 

"Doesn't he mind?" I asked as the hurt diminished under the massage of her strong fingers.

"Certainly not ... his part of the deal was to get to share some of them." She laughed and raised a sculpted eyebrow at me.

I felt my eyes widening as I looked up at the fluorescent light above me and studied the dead flies caught inside the fitting -- possibly killed by the boredom of the repetitive music. My attention was diverted by the next application of wax being spread across me -- each one getting closer to my slit.

"I never realised you were so naughty, Geeta."

"I know a lot about women who have Brazilian waxes, Ashleigh."

"Like what?"

"Like a woman only has a Brazilian for a lover ... man or woman ... and expects to be rewarded for going through the agony."

"You must have seen some sights."

"I've had the lot ... young and old ... large and small ... wide open and tight shut ... no two the same."

"How does mine rate?" I asked, opening my legs slightly.

She stopped work and looked at me, turning her head from side to side. "Young and tight ... but now I need you to open your legs wider ... to let me get at the intimate bits."

The wax was spread alongside my vulva, then zip and I felt the draught as another area became exposed. I worried what the tears were doing to my mascara as she started work on the other side, all thoughts of the muzak gone from my mind.

"Now I have to go further down ... so you must open your legs wider ... and lift your knees."

"What do you think when you are looking into an open vagina?"

"I concentrate on my work."

"Oh yeh ... like you're ever the professional."

She went quiet and continued to work on me, but the expression on her face told me she was sorting out a reply in her mind. "It's the aroma that gets me," she said, stripping away another area, "and when I see the juice glistening ... and I know my girlie is becoming excited because of what I'm doing to her."

"You mean ... like I am right now?"

She didn't answer but leaned back to admire her handiwork, dabbing around my cunt with soothing lotion. "I've done as much as I can with the wax ... but there's a few hairs left ... further inside ... where I need to use tweezers."

"Every single hair has to go."

"I will have to open you up a bit ... and touch you ... you know ... intimately."

"Let me help," I said, reaching down and using my fingers to hold my cunt open. She didn't hesitate and pulled away at me in quick jerky actions. There was no time to think about Geeta's feelings -- the extraction of individual hairs was painful enough for me to worry about -- that and the effect my mascara.

"All done," she said, which was a relief as I couldn't take much more suffering. She dabbed on more of her soothing lotion. Even the music seemed to help.

"It feels great," I said, working my fingers in and around my smoothly lotioned cunt.

"Who's the lucky man, then?"

"It's not as simple as that."

Her eyes grew as wide as moons and instructed me to answer the question. "I'm at a complicated stage of my life."

"Is it a lucky girl?"

"Neither and both at the same time ... a man near my age ... another twice as old as me ... and a girl, who's been my best friend for years."

"Are they casual or steady?"

"The younger man I've loved all my life, but it will never work out ... the older one is my fuck buddy, who teaches me lots."

"What about your girlfriend?"

"We tell each other everything ... and get a bit carried away at times ... you know ... but we're not dykes ... happy bisexuals." 

"I knew you were right for me," Geeta said. 

I didn't understand what she meant until she asked me the killer question: "Would you like me to give you the tongue test?"

"Did I hear you say what I thought you said?" I asked, my mind in a whiz at the thought of her tongue testing me.

"You know exactly what I said ... and understand what it means."

She looked down on me, jaw jutted, the Devil in her wide eyes, false eyelashes fluttering, face shining through her immaculate makeup. The dark pink gloss on her lips reflected the light from the ceiling. Her nostrils flared. She stared at me, unashamed of the implications of her question -- a question, I now know, she'd used to great success long before she asked me.

"I can't think of a better way to find out if you've done a good job," I said, goose pimples starting to break out on my thighs.

She moved to the bottom of the couch and placed her hands on either side of my legs and leaned over me and stuck out the longest tongue I've ever seen and proceeded to lick my naked slit, from the bottom to the top. 

I opened my legs to give her better access. She removed her gloves and repeated the action, working her tongue into me, touching my clit as it emerged at the top.

My cunt's been licked by many people, but never in such an erotic way. Every nerve ending in my body tingled with the pleasure of an expert at work.

"Wow, Geeta ... I'd say you've done that before."

"All my girlies have been through my tongue test."

"Did I pass?"

"Of course you did ... I've wanted to do that from the moment I did your first leg wax."

"You're so professional ... I'd never have guessed."

"That's because I wouldn't dream of doing it ... not until I found out more about you ... and you booked for a Brazilian."

"I suppose it's on the basis that I've only endured the agony for sex," I said, beginning to understand this beautiful woman.

"That ... and everything else you've told me ... about your preferences."

"There's only one problem, Geeta."

"What's that?"

"You've stopped."

"I knew you were the right type to become one of my girlies."

"How many have you got?"

She didn't answer, just leaned over me again and licked up my cunt while I lifted my knees and opened my legs as far as I could. This time, she stopped at my clit and took it between her lips and sucked at it before biting it lightly and then rolling it between her lips and sucking it again. 

Nobody had ever before, or since, brought me to such a quick orgasm. I pushed her away and closed my eyes and let the waves of bliss drift through me. 

When I came back to my senses, she was stood at my side, white teeth gleaming through the wide smile on her face. She leaned down and kissed me full on the lips, our lipsticks spreading around as her tongue entered my mouth -- offering me the taste of my cunt.

Within seconds, I was clawing at the buttons on Geeta's uniform top, desperate to get my hands inside her clothes and caress her warm skin. It was soon thrown on the floor. She wore a silky, red camisole and no bra. It joined the tunic on the floor, followed by her trousers and knickers.

Her breasts were like those of a young teenager -- so small they didn't need support -- unlike a woman in her twenties. Mine hadn't been that size since I was thirteen, in the days when I rubbed cream into them every night, urging them to grow. To compensate, her nipples were enormous and dark brown and protruded inches from her honey bronze skin. 

"I like your tattoo," I said, touching the multicoloured picture on the top left of her hairless pubic region.

"It's Goddess Rati ... the Hindu goddess of passion ... inviting you to use my body for sexual pleasure," she said, pulling at the skin around it to show off the brightness of the naked goddess in her gold headdress.

"Is that why she's waving that sword over her head ... and sitting with her knees up and legs open ... showing her cunt?"

"It's my own design ... I have another at the bottom of my back," she said turning to show me. It seemed at home amongst the tinkling bells of the music.

"I love them."

"You don't have any tattoos?"

"I'm not ready to commit my body to something I might regret in future," I answered, pulling her over me and taking one of her large nipples into my mouth and sucking at it like a baby, before transferring my attention to the other.

"When women suck my nipples ... shafts of electricity speak to me through Rati," she said, reaching down and working a finger into my cunt.

"What are they saying?"

"They are saying that I must treat your body like a temple."

"Yeh, sure they are ... you fucking pervert."

She laughed, took her finger out of my cunt and sucked on it. "You are the best temple I've tasted today," she said, dark eyes shining with depravity.

I enjoy all sorts of sexual activity. Sometimes, I crave bouncing-off-the-wall sex -- hard and vigorous -- which I can feel for days afterwards. At other times, I want the opposite -- slow and sensual -- and this seemed to be Geeta's strength. The first time with her really did feel the best ever.

"I want to taste you, Geeta." 

My mouth watered as she climbed on the couch and placed her knees either side of my face and lowered her naked cunt over my mouth. I stuck my tongue deep inside the pink softness as she slowly descended on me. It tasted spicy and musky, with crushed chrysanthemum leaves and a hint of sweat and urine and garlic. I slurped at it, quenching my lust for a woman -- and wondered what Rati was telling her.

She disentangled herself from me. Rati and Geeta's wetness slid down me, and came to rest against my cunt. She looked at me intensely, and her eyes widened as her lips descended on mine to kiss me again, licking the taste of her twat from my tongue.

Then she twisted her tiny body around to rearrange us into soixante-neuf. I searched out her cunt with my tongue and licked it from the top to the bottom and back again, before taking her clit between my lips and sucking on it until I felt it grow. 

Meanwhile, she worked on me, her long tongue searching out my depths before lapping at me as enthusiastically as a cat let loose in a dairy.

There is something special about a woman licking and sucking your cunt. The feeling is different to a man, whose bristles rub around the sensitive tissue, which can be a turn on if you want hard and dirty sex. But if you want slow and sensual sex, there's nothing to match the softness of a woman's face and lips and tongue working in and around your cunt -- and Geeta was an expert.

I wanted to bring her to a climax, to reward her for doing it to me, but she seemed content working slowly on me. I felt some of her fingers impregnate me, so I gave her the same treatment. She withdrew one finger and massaged it beneath me and against my arsehole. I wanted to do the same to her but it felt so exquisite, I didn't quite get round to it before she worked it inside me.

Her fingers played around inside the base of my cunt and inside my arse, teasing the delicate tissue between them. I never realised just how sensitive those regions were until Geeta worked her magic on me, all the while sucking at my clit and licking the length of her tongue inside my cunt. I lay back and surrendered my body to her.

A wave of ecstasy started to build up from the area at the top of my cunt and through my clit and surged up into my abdomen. My head felt detached from my body as pulses of intense contractions shook through me. It thrashed from side to side as I threw Geeta from me, gasping for breath, searching for words to stop her, to tell her not to stop, to thank her.

"Now you are officially one of my girlies, Ashleigh," she said, kneeling up over me with her hands on either side of my head, the cones of her breasts noticeable as her nipples hovered over me. 

"It sounds intriguing, Geeta."

"It's a very select group of women ... all beautiful or attractive in a distinct way ... all bisexual ... and horny."

"Lesbians can get so possessive ... bisexuals get the best of both worlds."

"Then they go back to their men, Ashleigh ... and tell them about it ... and get well and truly fucked as a reward."

"I want to make you cum, Geeta."

"Then suck on this," she said, kneeling back over me and lowering her cunt within reach of my mouth.

I licked at it and savoured the taste. Then, I turned her until she was beneath me. I grabbed her ankles in each hand and opened her legs wide and sunk my tongue deep inside her. Her body relaxed beneath me as I licked around her labia and up inside her.  

Her clit grew between my lips as I sucked at it. I worked a couple of fingers inside her and sucked and sucked and sucked. The gravelly noises she made told me I was hitting the right spot. A few minutes later, she exhaled suddenly and the muscles of her twat contracted around my fingers as she reached orgasm.

"Wow ... that was great ... you really know how to treat a girl, Ashleigh."

I could tell she expected me to stop -- but I had another plan. This was the first opportunity to try out the trick taught me by my brother, Dylan. I withdrew my fingers and held her legs open and continued to suck her cunt.

"OK, Ashleigh ... you've made me cum ... that's as much as I can take."

I ignored her. I carried on sucking. Geeta shouted at me to stop. I kept going. She told me I was a fucking bitch and tried to throw me off. But I was bigger and heavier than her and fought her and carried on sucking her cunt. She writhed about beneath me. 

Her cunt firmly wedged in my mouth, I felt her body tense. She lifted her arse off the couch and gasped as I brought to a second climax.

"No more ... please," she pleaded.

I ignored her. Sweat ran down my face and onto her cunt and I could taste it as it mixed in with the spiciness of her natural juices. She swore at me and told me what a fucking pervert I was and tried to throw me off again -- but I held on -- still sucking her clit. She screamed and arched her body and twisted and turned in an attempt to shake me off. I kept working her cunt.

Her body tensed again and another orgasm blasted through her. She seemed empty and gave up trying to stop me and lay back and let me do whatever I wanted. I carried on sucking her cunt and started biting her clit. Another orgasm shuddered through her, and another. My jaw started to twinge and I thought about stopping.

She must have felt me wind down a bit. "Don't stop ... keep going," she begged, totally subservient to my attentions.

I continued and took her over the edge to another orgasm, and another -- until they came in rapid succession -- almost continuous. I lost track of my senses, hardly aware of where I was. I kept going, determined to give her an experience to remember. I kept going until my jaw ached and I could take no more.

I pulled my mouth from her cunt and rolled my head away and laid it on her bare mons, my head swimming with the aroma of musk and sweat, my lungs bursting as if I'd just finished a marathon.

It took us ages to get our breath back so we could speak.

"I've just put you on the top of my list of girlies, Ashleigh."

"It's one of my best plays." I lied. It was the first time I'd done it to anyone -- but knew it wouldn't be the last.

"I loved it ... once I got beyond the first orgasm ... you could have done anything to me."

"I love sex with women ... beautiful and sexy women ... just like you, Geeta."

"There's nothing I can teach you."

"I'm sure there is ... and I'm a very willing learner ... I want to do everything."

"Not now ... it is late ... and I will go home to my husband and tell him how a beautiful promiscuous woman seduced me ... I'll tell him every detail ... and he'll get so horny, he'll fuck the shit out of me."

"I thought I was weird, Geeta ... you're worse."

"And while he's fucking me ... I'll think of you naked at one of my girlie-only parties."




Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 05



"What's that?"

"A dozen or more of us get together every month or so ... and the Goddess Rati makes sure we have a wicked time ... interested?"

"I've always wanted to get into group sex."

"This is your chance to try it."

"I fanaticise about being picked up by a stranger ... and being taken somewhere strange ... and gang-banged by his mates."

"If that's what you want ... I can organise anything ... but that's somewhere down the line."

"Count me in to your all girl party," I said returning to the subject before Geeta thought I wasn't interested.

"You will be the youngest ... some are much older."

"I'm used to sex with all ages." I lied again. Except for John, most of the people I'd had sex with were about my age.

"It has to be our secret, Ashleigh."

"I'm good at keeping my mouth shut."

"Most of my girlies are married ... ... so you need to be very discreet ... and I need your promise on that."

"You can depend on me," I said, wondering how I tell Danielle and keep the secret at the same time.

"There are a few more conditions."

"It's your party, so we play by your rules, Geeta."

"Everyone is hand chosen by me and has passed my tongue test ... you won't be allowed in if your pubic hair has grown back."

"I intend to keep my cunt as naked as this forever," I said, stroking my smoothness.

"You need to have it lasered ... I can do that for you, but it takes lots of sessions."

"I'll start saving up for it."

"Also," she continued, "no friends are allowed ... and bring a bag for your clothes as you can only wear shoes ... and be quiet when you arrive and leave ... the neighbours, you know."

"I'll park around the corner and be as quiet as a mouse."

"Do you ever attend the sexual health clinic?"

"I go regularly ... so you can rest easy on that ... I'm very clean."

"Excellent ... apart from that ... there are no rules."

"Do I pay anything or bring anything?"

"If I charge an entry fee ... it becomes a business transaction ... with all sorts of implications."

"That's OK ... I'll bring some wine and nibbles ... there's no harm in that at a private party."

"You won't spend much time eating or drinking ... there's much more interesting fare on offer." 

"It sounds exciting ... my cunt is getting wet at the thought."

"Save it for the night ... there are rooms to be private if you want ... although most of my girlies prefer group sessions."

"I feel privileged to be asked."

"You'll love it ... especially as I provide plenty of toys ... but you can bring your favourites if you like."

"I can't wait. When will it be?"

"The next one is Saturday week ... I'll send you a text with the details."

I dressed while making sure she had my mobile number. Then I kissed her again before touching up my makeup. The oriental muzak was still playing -- I'd not been aware of it for ages -- I'd been too busy with Geeta to notice.

"I won't forget about your fantasy ... I'll see what I can organise something for you," she said as I prepared to leave. 

I left the salon in a daze, as horny as hell, my imagination in overdrive at the thought of an orgy with a dozen women -- all handpicked -- and the prospect of more to come. 

I texted Danielle as soon as I reached the car: NEED 2 MEET. LOTS 2 TELL. CNT ON FIRE. NEED 2 FCK.

She replied: U'LL LUV MY PLANS. CNT BURNING 2. NEED 2 WNK WITH U. CUM NOW.



Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 06



The telephone rang. 

"Hello, is that John?"

"Yes, do I know you?" I asked of the familiar voice that I couldn't place.

"It's Sheila ... remember me? We met at the wedding."

"Of course I do ... you're the cousin of my cousin. I thought you'd forgotten me."

"Sorry, but I lost your card with the number," she said.

I smiled down the phone because I knew her daughter, Ashleigh, had taken it from her handbag, but had no intention of telling her. 

"You've got me now'" I said, as I remembered her dancing in front of me with her arms waving in the air and showing off her considerable breasts and enveloping me in Chanel Number 5.

"I wondered if you'd like to meet up some time, John."

Ashleigh told me about her mother: "She gets enough as it is." It was easy to imagine her getting lots of attention with tits like that, especially as she was ready to flaunt them -- and at an unknown man - me. 

Both Ashleigh and her mother appeared determined to get what they wanted. It must be in their genes, I thought. How could I object? My association with the daughter paid major dividends. Sheila seemed like a logical extension.

"Sounds like a good idea."

"We didn't have enough time to get to know each other at the wedding."

"That's because of Ashleigh ... I don't think she likes me." I lied. I knew exactly what she felt about me.

"Just the opposite ... I whisked her away before she got too involved with you."

"It didn't seem like that to me."

"I think it's important for youngsters to keep with people of their own age."

"Quite right," I said, compounding the lie, thinking of how Ashleigh and I and her friend Danielle had been having brilliant sex over the past weeks. The age difference had long since stopped being of any consequence -- if I could enjoy myself so much with girls half my age, why not with one older than me?

"Do you fancy a meal sometime?" she asked.

"I know an Italian restaurant in town ... we could meet there."

"I cook a good spaghetti bolognaise, if you're interested."

"What about Ashleigh?" I asked.

"It would be an evening when she's out."

"Sounds good to me," I said, hoping she wouldn't choose one of the nights Ashleigh slept with me.

"How does next Saturday sound to you? She's staying with a friend that night and won't be around."

So that's how I ended up sat in my car outside Sheila's house, just as the late summer light began to fade. The house looked new and how I expected: a small, detached property, trim and well looked after, on an estate of similar houses towards the edge of town.

I offered her the bottle of Moet, still cold from my fridge, as she welcomed me at the door and we air-kissed, close enough for me to appreciate the full effect of her perfume, which merged into the aroma of the bolognaise sauce cooking somewhere in the depths of the house. Michael Bublé crooned in the background.

Sheila stood to one side, allowing me to pass into the sitting room. She left just enough space to allow the front of my body to brush across hers. A first frisson of excitement tingled in my groin. I hoped it promised more to come.

The table was at the far end of the room, towards the source of the food smells. Two candles flickered in its centre casting a semi-light. She disappeared and returned with champagne glasses and placed them on the table and invited me to open the bottle.  

The activity made sure my eyes stayed off Sheila's ample cleavage that the tightness of her black dress showed off to full effect. One look at that dress and the sight of her breasts bulging from it dispelled any doubts about the possibilities of the evening. I felt the first stirrings of an erection.

The alcohol from the first glass of Moet melted away the fact that we hardly knew each other. We resumed the banter that started so spontaneously at the wedding, as if the gap of weeks in between never happened.

"You're a very brave woman," I said, sat in an easy chair in the sitting room. She sat opposite me on the settee with her legs tucked beneath her, covered by the silkiness of her long skirt, and replied with a quizzical look. 

"Aren't you taking a risk inviting a stranger into your house like this?" 

"How could the cousin of my cousin be a stranger? We're family now," she said, smiling until the dimples in her cheeks shone, her face curtained with blonded hair that fell to her wide shoulders and the gold necklace around her neck. 

"I suppose we are," I said, continuing the small-talk about the wedding and families and divorces, clearing the debris of our lives in preparation for the future. 

She leant forward to sip at her drink and her breast meat strained at the thin fabric of the black dress. I tried to look over her shoulder at the photographs of a boy and girl on the bookcase. It proved impossible -- my eyes were drawn back to the cleavage that started not far below her chin and disappeared into her dress about six inches lower. 

From the stare in Sheila's eyes, she understood the impact her bare flesh was having on me and the tension it created.

The story of her marriage was more interesting than mine. "We began to want more from our relationship," she said, "so we tried an open marriage. It was good fun at first ... like being a wild teenager again. Then he shacked up with a younger model ... and it finished us off. Not that I'm complaining ... now I'm free to do as I please."

"Except when Ashleigh's around," I said.

"She's off to university soon ... then both of them are gone ... and I'll be as free as air."

Ashleigh never told me, I thought. It made me realise that I was just a convenience in her life -- sort of a friend with benefits -- and what benefits.

The spaghetti bolognaise tasted delicious washed down with a smooth Italian red wine. There is something primeval about eating pasta -- twirling it around the fork and getting it in your mouth with lengths hanging off out and sucking in the last bit without dripping sauce down your chin. 

I noticed how Sheila's lips resembled Ashleigh's: pouty and generous and red with lipstick and, as she sucked in a dangling length of spaghetti, I knew they would be as perfect for oral sex as her daughter's. This thought caused the tension to spread further around my body. My cock reacted, forcing me to shuffle around in my seat to rearrange myself. 

There was much of Ashleigh in Sheila, with older skin and lines around her eyes and mouth and neck that she tried to cover with makeup. Across the table I imagined this continuing throughout her body and legs and bottom -- areas where Ashleigh's body approached perfection.

As I weighed her up and considered the potential of our evening together, I got the impression she was doing the same to me. It added to the excitement. I tried not to let it show, as she watched me, watching her.

Then it happened -- the trigger that released the tension and reduced the distance between us in an instant -- and dictated the progress for the rest of the evening.

At her next mouthful, a small dribble of sauce slid from the pout of her lower lip and landed on the top of her left breast. "Oh dear," she said, immobilised as the sauce began to journey south, "I need some help to clean this off."

Her light brown eyes questioned mine and begged me to take some action. I hesitated for a moment before going around the table and leaning over her and removing the trail of sauce with my finger -- allowing it to take a short trip into the softness of her cleavage. She turned to thank me and watch me put my finger in my mouth and suck off the sauce. 

"That was the best mouthful of the meal," I said, judging her response to be positive.

She didn't answer. She took her fork and deliberately daubed sauce around the top of her breasts. "You missed a bit," she said, looking over her shoulder, the moons of her eyes fixed on mine as the sauce ran down her front.

What can a man do when a woman is so clearly in distress? Let events take over, of course. And that's what I did -- after all, no gentleman would stand by and let the sauce ruin her dress, would he? 

I turned her round and got down on my knees and licked the sauce from her breasts, using my fingers to open up the gap so I could thrust my tongue between them, to chase the last drop.

"You're so resourceful, John."

"I'm always available to help a damsel in distress ... especially one with breasts like yours."

"They're my best feature, don't you think," she said, placing her hands beneath them and lifting them towards me.

"How can a man think when faced with such beauty?" 

"They need a lot of attention."

"And I'm the man to give it," I said, finding her mouth with mine. We kissed for an age, the taste of bolognaise sauce adding to the mix.

With her back to the table, I worked my fingers behind her, to release the zip at the back of her dress. I ran it down below her bra, which I also unfastened. Then the top of her clothes fell away from her body as if a dam broke with the pressure built up behind it.

She cupped my balls through my trousers and my erection responded to the unexpected attack. "I knew you were my type," she said.

"Do you like my lunchbox?"

"I love food."

"I'm a greedy man ... can never seem to get my fill."

"There's plenty on offer."

"The hors d'oeuvres are delicious, Sheila."

"Wait till we get to the main course."

"There's nothing better than a meal where you savour every course," I said.

"And have room left for seconds."

Her clothing fell down at the front, leaving her black bra supported on her nipples. I wasn't going to tell her that tits of her proportion were well outside my experience, though not my fantasies. I expected them to fall further when she stood up -- my knowledge of human anatomy telling me that gravity always wins in the end.

She raised her eyebrows at me. So I pulled the top of her dress and bra down fully to release her tits to answer her unasked question. 

Her nipples were dark and erect, as if someone had been sucking at them for hours. The areolas were as large as some women's breasts, with no distinct end -- they just merged into her breasts as their colour lightened.

"They are magnificent ... the sort of breasts men dream about ... and those nipples ... I've never seen anything like them ... beautiful nipples to match beautiful tits."

"So you like them?"

"They're gorgeous," I answered, getting back on my knees to find her left nipple with my mouth -- big enough to gag on -- while squeezing the other between my finger and thumb. Judging from her giggles, I assumed she liked what I did.

"A woman like me gets so much attention from men."

"It's hardly surprising."

"That's why I choose the men in my life most carefully ... I know they'll not be disappointed with my body ... I need to make sure they don't disappoint me." 

"There's nothing to complain about, Sheila."

"But it's just for fun, you understand?"

It's almost what I said to Ashleigh weeks earlier. I refrained from repeating her reply: I want to fuck you not marry you -- so I nodded my agreement.

She disentangled herself from me, hitched up the top of her dress and picked up the half-full champagne bottle, indicating for me to bring the glasses. Then she blew out the candles and led me upstairs, our half-eaten meal abandoned on the table. The next course was about to be served. My tummy rumbled with hunger. Michael Bublé started another song. 

The bedroom was flooded in the light of dozens of candles, the aromatic smell greeting us as she led me in. 

"It looks like you were expecting a guest, Sheila."

"And now he's here," she said, wriggling out of her dress and throwing her black bra on the carpet to join it. She stepped away from the pile of rags and towards me -- wearing just a matching G-string. Within seconds, she was at my mouth and clawing at the buttons on my shirt. The time for talking and assessing each other was over. My clothes joined hers on the floor.

Sheila's hourglass figure carried some excess weight, especially around the bottom -- something I assumed was needed to counterbalance the size of her breasts. I didn't care: a bit of cellulite on her thighs and arse; a stomach slightly overhanging her G-string; a couple of extra inches on her waist -- none of these things mattered -- they were a fair exchange for magnificent tits that swung around with her every movement before settling on her chest -- and they weren't as floppy as I imagined.

I prefer my women naked. Sexy underwear does nothing for me. It's an encumbrance, a barrier, a turn-off, and the only place for it is on the floor. "What have we here?" I asked as I removed her G-string and stroked her cunt.

"I thought you'd like it."

"I love it."

"A girl called Geeta at my beauty salon has been giving me laser treatment."

"Give her my compliments ... it's the smoothest cunt I've ever seen," I said, running my hand over her mons and letting my finger find the stickiness of her labia, "I hate pubic hair in my mouth."

"Not many men shave their pubes."

"It's part of my morning routine ... then my eight and three-quarter inches feels soft and sexy all day."

"It looks longer."

She laid back on the bed -- the weight of her tits making them separate and slide down each side. I squatted beside her and placed my hand under each one, and pushed them up until they framed her chin, her nipples stuck up into the air. 

"These are beautiful, Sheila ... a man could live among your tits for a lifetime ... and die happy."

"I get no complaints," she said, taking her left breast in both hands and squeezing it until the nipple stood to attention. Then she stuck out her tongue and flicked it over and around it, before taking the nipple into her mouth and sucking on it.

I repeated the action on her other nipple, and reached down to touch the extremities of her cunt. Her body tensed beneath me. We kept going, sucking her giant nipples together, her eyes closed, ignoring me, her breast meat deep inside her succulent lips. Then a little sigh and a slight gasp told me she'd arrived at some level of orgasm.

"I thought it was just men's talk ... that women can cum by sucking their breasts," I said, looking into the dreaminess of her light brown eyes.

"I've been bringing myself off by sucking my tits for years." 

"You give a beautiful show," I said, burying my head deep inside her love-pillow breasts to appreciate their softness around my face. 

"It took some practice ... now it works every time."

I worked a finger inside her smooth cunt. She opened her legs to give me better access, and another three fingers slid in to join it.

I was used to younger women, especially over the previous few weeks with Ashleigh and Danielle. Their cunts were tight slits which had to be opened and explored to dig out the labia hiding inside. Sheila is the oldest woman I'd ever fucked -- the only one to have children -- who'd been enjoying sex almost as long as my life.

Her cunt was different: large, generous, the labia visible outside her slit, hanging down, waiting to be licked and sucked and taken up into my mouth. And what a delicious mouthful it made -- lots of luscious tissue coated in exquisite juice that tasted of Chanel Number Five and crushed rose petals, with a hint of sweat and urine.

I opened her legs and crouched between them, lapping my tongue around and between the folds, slurping cunt tissue into my mouth. It took a while to reach her clit. When I found it, I took it between my lips and sucked gently. She moaned lightly, so I knew I'd hit the spot.

Keeping my mouth on her clit, I slid my fingers past my tongue. I pushed in deep. She shuffled around to ease my passage and my hand almost disappeared into her cavernous twat. I reached up and behind her clit to massage the wall of her vagina.

"Oh yeh, give me more of that," she said, twisting her fingers in my hair and holding my head tightly against her.

Her G-spot grew like a button while I sucked on the button of her clit. She shouted out loud as I worked on her and released the grip on my hair and threw her head back into the pillows, lifting her arse off the bed, her abdomen moving in tune with the rhythm of my fingers and mouth.

"Work my cunt you fucking bastard ... keep going ... harder ... fuck yes ... that's the spot."

I disconnected my mouth from her cunt to take in some air. Four fingers went fully inside her, my thumb landing hard against her clit. As I massaged her G-spot, I placed my other hand on the smoothness of her lasered mons to apply pressure from the outside. 

Sheila's head rocked from side to side. Her tits swayed backwards and forwards across her chest. The flab on her stomach wobbled. She shrieked. I kept up the stroke. She continued to push against it. Something had to give. It sounded like it could be the bed, which creaked and croaked like it was about to expire.

A low moan grated in Sheila's throat, which developed into a warble and then into a shout and then into a scream. Her pelvic muscles contracted around my hand -- her cunt spewing liquid as she reached orgasm. 

I kept my hand inside her. The pressure slackened when her muscles relaxed as she came down from the orgasm. Then I resumed the massage inside her cunt.

"Stop, you fucking bastard," she shouted, gasping for breath. 

"Shut up, bitch," I ordered, working both hands against her body and each other, inside and outside. 

"I can't take any more."

"This is for flaunting your fucking tits at me like a whore."

She sneered at me and retracted her lips to bare her teeth, then pushed against my hands again, shouting abuse at me and telling me she'd get her own back on me and how I'd regret it later. I told her I couldn't wait to get attacked by a pervert who sucked her own nipples to orgasm. 

"I am a pervert," she said, "and you'll find out how much ... you fucking bastard."

Her pelvic muscles contracted again around my hand and she grunted loudly as another climax flowed through her body. She begged me to stop. I carried on, my fingers starting to cramp against the force of her muscles. I ground my thumb into her clit rubbing it against her pelvic bone. 

I watched Sheila's wonderful breasts rising and falling as we collapsed on the bed next to each other, both breathing like we'd just returned from a run around the block. She'd had her turn -- now it was mine.

I knelt over her and pulled her tits together and placed my cock in the channel between them before clamping them shut over it. 

"Everybody wants to fuck my tits," she said proudly, "I love it ... few women can offer such a service."

"I bet you've had some cum spread across them in your time."

"Enough to drown in."

I took that as encouragement to start fucking hard into the soft tissue of her breasts. She helped. She pushed her tits together and worked them up and down my shaft as I pushed into her. I intended to cum quickly but was disappointed -- she had other ideas. 

She moved and hung her head over the edge of the bed and swallowed the whole length of my cock in a single motion -- until I could feel the softness of her lips caressing its base.

I stood on the floor to watch her at work and look at her tits, hanging loose, her nipples in line with her ears, while I fucked at her mouth. She didn't flinch or gag or gasp as other women would with my cock down their throat -- the sign of an experienced professional.

When she withdrew my length from her mouth it was covered in slimy saliva which hung down in strings and ran down my legs like cum. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled back hard on my foreskin, squeezing my cock at the same time. Her spit acted as a lubricant as she started to give me a wank the like of which I never knew existed. 




Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 06



Nobody, not even me, ever manipulated my cock like Sheila. She pulled it down hard, stretching the skin over the end, then pushed it up -- all the time squeezing it in the middle -- and kept going until my bell-end swelled and turned blue and felt as if it was about to explode.

"That's what you get for wanking my cunt raw, you fucking bastard."

"You'll damage me for life."

"I told you I'd get my own back."

"You'll blow a blood vessel if you carry on like that," I said, the pain becoming impossible to take.

"You men are all the same ... you expect to abuse women any way you want ... but can't take the punishment," she said, pumping and squeezing and wanking my cock with all her might, every motion adding to the pain. 

She held it still and ran her palm across the swelled knob-end. The stretched skin, thin and shiny, felt infinitely sensitive and looked fit to burst. She stopped. I exhaled with relief, but it only lasted moments.

She sucked on her forefinger, layering it in saliva, and reached around me, searching out my arsehole. "Open your legs, you fucking bastard ... I'm going to give you the wank of a lifetime."

Her finger slipped through the barrier of my arsehole. It was my turn to experience what it felt like to be touched up the arse. A couple of inches inside me, she worked her finger towards the base of my cock. The effect was electrifying. The whole area, through to my balls, contracted and the need to ejaculate became urgent.

"Let go of my cock, bitch ... I need to cum."

She sneered at me and laughed. "You asked for this, you bastard ... now suffer ... like you made me suffer," she said, then cupped her mouth over the end of my cock and sucked at it, pulling it deep into her mouth. Her hand still clamped around its middle -- her hand cupping my balls -- her finger stimulating my prostate.

Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, Sheila squeezed my balls. I've never felt so much pain as at that moment. I wriggled to get away from her grasp. I shouted for her to stop. 

She kept fingering and squeezing and sucking. I pleaded with her to stop. I tried to push her off, but worried she'd tear off my cock and balls if I tried too hard. She ignored me. 

Everything hurt. I swore at her. I needed to cum. The pleasure was overcome by the need to discharge my load, which I could feel inside my cock but it got no further -- the strength of her grip cut off its exit.

She kept going, like a demented animal. I called her a fucking whore. I called her a fucking pervert. I felt unable to take any more. I told her to stop -- then told her not to stop because I was beginning to like the hurt -- then became so disorientated with pain I didn't know what to say. 

"I need to cum," I said, hoping she'd relent. 

She didn't. She gave my balls an extra squeeze, grinding them together. It felt like they'd been hit with a hammer. My feet leapt off the floor. I screamed out loud, all inhibitions lost, unable to control myself any longer. 

Then, I went through some sort of barrier. The whole of my lower body went into spasm: my cock felt about to burst; my balls needed to be released from her grip and spew their load; the contraction in my prostate squeezed the base of my cock; my arsehole felt agitated. 

She stopped sucking my knob-end and removed her finger from my arse and grinned at up me as we both knew what to expect next. Slackening her grip on my cock released the backed up cum. It hosed across her face at full throttle -- a solid pearly line from her chin to her hair that glowed in the candle light.

I gasped with relief, unable to control my cock or the direction of the cum. She had other ideas and took my cock back into her mouth. It throbbed out cum so many times I lost count. She collected ever drop in her mouth.

Then she sat up in front of me, touching the sides of her mouth as cum started to dribble out, her eyes full of deviousness. She placed a hand under each of her tits and lifted them up towards me. Opening her mouth slightly, an opalescent ribbon of the nectar of my balls began to dribble out. It hung on her lower lip for a moment before running down her chin and dripping down onto her tits.

She massaged my cum with her tits and hands, until they were both coated in a layer of goo that shimmered in the candle light like baby oil. Then, she massaged the pearly drops around her face, as if applying cold cream. 

The smell of sex rose like steam between us. I inhaled its spicy fragrance before helping her spread the sticky liquid across the expanse of her tits, working it around her nipples, leaning forward to lick some of it off. 

I built up a dollop on my tongue and knelt down in front of her and rammed it inside her mouth. We swapped cum between us, not wasting a drop as we greedily worked it into our saliva. 

"Wow ... where did you learn that?" I asked when we stopped to swallow it down. 

"Did you like it?"

"I loved it ... although I think you've maimed me for life," I said, the pain throbbing through my cock.

"It's one of my specialities."

I offered my limp cock to her mouth. "Now you have to get my erection back up." 

She took it between her succulent lips. The pain made me wince. It soon passed as she licked the hurt away before swallowing my length. 

I pushed her back onto the bed and turned around, focussing my attention back on her cunt -- examining the protruding layers of her labia -- licking the glistening juice from the soft tissue -- then searching with my tongue to open a passage to reach the inside of her twat.

By the time I reached her clit, my cock was nearly erect in her mouth. When it was fully erect, I turned again and kneeled up and lifted her legs and held them wide open and offered my cock to her cunt. It went straight to the hilt in one thrust, the wetness of her labia lapping around the shaven base of my cock.

"Fuck me, you bastard," she shouted. 

I pushed into her as hard as I could, our pubic regions slithering around on each other, lubricated by sweat. We soon built up a rhythm, each thrust creating a painful memory of her half-mutilating my cock.

The glass of champagne on the bedside table was in reach, so I took a slug and poured the remainder across her tits. As I pounded into her, it went everywhere, coating her tits before I reached down to lick it off.

Then I pulled her around and on top of me, my cock still sunk up her cunt, her labia kissing my pubic region. She ground into me like a maniac. 

The enormity of her tits became clear when she leaned forward. They hung down almost twelve inches, her nipples stroking my chest every time she pushed down on me -- the smell of sex and champagne filling my nostrils. She dropped onto me and her tits spread out to cover the whole expanse of my chest.

I cupped her nipples in my hands, then pulled on them hard and squeezed them between my index finger and thumb until she squealed. She pulled away from me and began to swipe me across the face with her tits. 

I was in tit heaven. Every time her nipples crossed my face, I tried to catch one in my mouth, but never succeeded. So I grabbed one of them and stuffed it between my lips and held onto it with my teeth.

"You'll bite it off, you fucking bastard," she shouted.

I couldn't answer. My mouth was too full. But I relented and released my grip. I wanted her active and fucking, not disabled.

I turned her over again and grabbed the champagne bottle. She looked up at me as I positioned it at the entrance to her cunt. 

"Wow ... I felt that," she said as I pushed the bottle into her and the liquid glugged inside her.

"This is the tricky bit," I said, placing my hands beneath her arse and lifting it up from the bed. 

By the time I got my mouth to her cunt, the champagne was bubbling and fizzing everywhere. I drank it down as fast as I could, the bubbles up my nose and in my eyes.

"There's nothing like the taste of champagne ... especially when drinking it straight from your cunt."

"I knew you were my type the moment we met at the wedding."

"I wanted to fuck you there and then."

"It was obvious ... from the way you were looking at my tits."

"I fucking love them," I said, offering the bottle back to her cunt, "and I love your cunt, too ... so generous ... something to explore ... and enjoy." The champagne fizzed out in a rush and there was no way I could get to it all in time. It flowed around her twat and down between her legs. I followed it down with my tongue, lifting her arse in the air.

My tongue flicked against her arsehole before I chased the wine around the inside of her thighs. On the way back, I made sure to press my tongue hard against her arsehole -- it gave slightly. She sighed, giving me more encouragement.

She was so wet underneath, my index finger slid inside her arse with little resistance. I pushed it in fully. 

"You dirty fucker," she said.

"I'm only repaying the complement you gave me earlier," I said, withdrawing my finger and replacing it with two.

"The night is young."

"There's still a lot to do." 

"And plenty of time to do it," she said, looking mischievously into my eyes.

"I love fucking women who know exactly what they want."

"And can take lots of it."

I thumbed her clit with one hand while fucking her arsehole with two fingers of the other. I increased the number to three -- her arsehole expanded to take them and she didn't flinch.

"Fuck me up the arse, John."

"Give me some lubricant."

"The second drawer down," she said nodding in the direction of the bedside table.

I disengaged all my fingers to investigate. "Wow, there are lots of toys in here," I said, rummaging between them to the tube of lube. "Got any favourites?"

She made non-committal noises, as if to say she liked them all. I chose a transparent rabbit-type vibrator with beads that rotated inside, checked the battery had life in it and thrust it up Sheila's cunt. She nodded her appreciation as I switched it on full blast and placed the rabbit onto her clit.

Then, I turned her around, her head in the pillows, her arse in the air. I shot some lube onto her arse and my cock, massaged it around both and pushed myself against her. What happened next took both of us by surprise.

Perhaps I used too much lube, but my cock lost its way and went beneath Sheila. Before I realised what had happened, it was pushing up inside her cunt, alongside the vibrator.

"You know how to treat a girl, John ... I've never had a vibrator and a dick up my cunt at the same time."

"There's a first time for everything," I said, feeling the vibration running the length of my cock as I pushed it fully inside the tight fit of her cunt. I didn't need to fuck. I let the vibrator do the work and held myself inside her, enjoying the feeling of the toy doing its job.

She started to groan and I felt her cunt begin to contract, holding me even tighter inside her. I fucked her slightly, hardly moving, but it was enough to take her over the edge.

"OK ... that's enough," she said between gasps. "Turn it off."

I held the vibrator tighter and pushed it higher into her cunt, holding her from behind -- with my free arm and my body and my cock. She struggled to get free. I held on. She called me a fucking bastard and told me she couldn't take any more. I hung on tighter. She swore and shouted at me to stop -- then inhaled a lung-full of air before reaching another climax.

"You're doing it again ... you fucking bastard ... stop ... no ... keep going ... make me cum again ... you fucking pervert."

My cock began to ache as I struggled to control her fighting against me. So I extracted it from her cunt and rammed it up her well-lubricated arse -- keeping the vibrator jammed inside her cunt. Then I fucked her as hard and as fast as my throbbing cock would allow.

"Yeh ... keep going ... make me cum up the arse ... and up my cunt at the same time ... you fucker," she shouted loud enough for the neighbours to hear, not that either of us cared.

Sweat dripped from my brow and formed rivulets down my face and dripped from my chin. It dropped onto her back and ran down until it joined the mess of liquids in and around her arse. The whole of her lower body contracted against my cock and, from the noises she was making, I could tell she was about to climax again -- whether it was from her arse or her cunt or both -- was difficult to tell.

I didn't care because it was my turn to cum, too. I felt it building up in my balls and rushing through my groin and up my cock and spurting deep into her arse. At about the same time, she let out an almighty scream that echoed around the bedroom. 

We ended up in a pile -- my cock throbbing out cum -- her cunt and arse throbbing at orgasm -- the vibrator still working away. She pulled the vibrator out of her cunt and threw it across the room. It hit the floor with a solid thump. 

I lay on top of her. Her arse contracted around my cock, keeping my erection at full strength. I tried not to think about the mixture of lube and sweat and cum and shit up her arse -- and my cock wallowing in the middle of it. 

Michael Bublé was still warbling somewhere deep in the house. The CD must have been on continuous play, because I recognised the song from earlier. 

We fell asleep. It could have lasted for minutes or hours. I couldn't tell, but some of the candles had burnt out so it must have been quite a while since we came to the bedroom. 

I awoke slightly and heard her snoring gently beneath and beside me. My cock was still erect inside her arse. It wouldn't go down unless I extracted it from the clamp of her arsehole. 

Shafts of pain shot through me -- not surprising with the going over Sheila gave me earlier -- as I slowly withdrew from her arsehole. She woke and winced as I finally extracted my cock from her. We snuggled together for asleep again.

I became aware of Sheila moving away from me, but didn't want to waken. She returned from behind me. An oily finger worked its way into me as my senses came together again.

"Keep still," she said, rolling me onto my stomach.

I felt her fiddling about behind me, too exhausted to care. Then, what felt like a baseball bat, was pushed up inside my arse.

"What the hell's going on?" I shouted, now fully awake and trying to turn to remove the unexpected intrusion.

"Keep still, you fucker ... you're not the only pervert around here," she said as it went further up me. "It's my turn now."

I tried to see what was going on, but it was impossible. All I knew was that Sheila was pushing something up my arse -- and it was much bigger than a finger. Then I felt the softness of her body touch me and her massive tits sweeping across my back.

"I'm fully inside you now."

"What are you doing?" I asked, feeling like I was about to shit a melon.

"I'm fucking you up the arse with my double dildo ... the other end up my cunt ... how does it feel?"

"It hurts."

"Now you know how it feels to be fucked up the arse."

She pushed into and pulled out of my arse. It was a new experience. I imagine it's what gays do it all the time.

"I'm fucking you ... and fucking myself at the same time."

"You really are the weirdest pervert I've ever met, Sheila."

"I love fucking men up the arse ... they expect to fuck a woman wherever they like ... and never stop to think if it hurts."

"I've never had this done to me before."

"Good ... I like deflowering virgins."

She turned me over and fucked me from the front, my legs resting on her shoulders, her tits sweeping across my chest with every thrust. I'd spent ages watching women riding my cock and generally enjoying themselves. Now I knew what it looked like when I fucked them missionary style -- and how heavy my legs felt splayed up in the air.

Earlier in the evening, I imagined I'd shot my last load and thought I'd never get erect again. Sheila's stimulation of my prostate with her dildo, and the tightness around my arsehole, worked its magic on my cock. It started to grow again.

My erection developed until it pushed against her body with each of her thrusts. She reached down and grabbed it and started to wank it -- and also slipped a finger inside the top of her cunt to stimulate her clit.

"How do you like being fucked up the arse?"

"You know how to fuck a guy," I said, relaxing into the pleasure and wondering why I hadn't thought of trying this before. "You can fuck me up the arse any time you like, Sheila."

She liked my answer, and grinned in a quirky way that told me the dildo and her finger were creating the right effect on her cunt. 

Then things happened in quick succession: she worked the dildo out of her cunt and fell on my cock and sucked at it as eagerly; then she sat on my cock, which penetrated her cunt to the hilt in a single stroke, the wetness of her labia lapping against me; then she fucked me vigorously, her tits slapping together and across my chest and face. All the time, the dildo stayed embedded up my arse.

I took control and turned her over and fucked her as hard as I could. Every stroke made my arsehole contract around the dildo -- stimulating my prostate and the base of my cock -- keeping my erection rock hard.

"Fuck me harder, John ... don't stop ... fuck my cunt to death," Sheila shouted, the noise echoing around the house, drowning out Michael Bublé in the distance. 

Perspiration dripped from my body. Saliva oozed from my mouth onto the expanse of her tits. We didn't care. We were already covered in cum and sweat and champagne and body fluids and shit. The addition of more liquids improved the brew -- and the smell.

"Give it to me ... hard fucking ... that's what I like ... can't get enough ... more ... more ..."

I took my cock out of her cunt and moved down and stuck it straight up her arse. It went in up to the hilt, her arsehole contracting around its base, holding it tight.

"You dirty fucking whore ... take it hard up the arse ... just how you like it."

"Yes, it's what I want ... as much dirty sex as my body can stand."

The effect of the dildo and the smell and the sex worked its trick. I felt cum working its way up through my cock. I withdrew from her arse just as the first shot came out -- and it covered her cunt. I moved up to shoot the next load over her tits. Then up again to finish off over her face.

I collapsed on top of her. totally spent. Cum spreading between our bodies as they moulded into each other. I snuggled myself into the passion pillows of her tits beneath me, wasted, unable to stop myself falling into a deep sleep.



Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 07



"We're in luck," Danielle said when I reached her house, "my parents have gone away for a few days. You can stay as long as you like."

"Do you think they go for dirty weekends?"

"They seemed very excited before they left ... and I'm never allowed to see what they pack."

"They meet up with my mother regularly ... and I catch your dad watching me all the time when I'm here," I said.

"I think they love sex ... but ... hey ... so do we ... so what's to worry about?"

"Perhaps they were like us at our age ... so they're no different ... just older."

"And I think if I had a mother like yours, Ash ... I'd want to spend a night with her ... so there's no harm."

"I used to think it was weird ... you know ... fucking with older people ... but since meeting John, I've changed my mind."

"It's only sex, Ash ... doesn't matter how old you are ... it's what you do that matters."

"And John certainly knows what to do."

"I bet your mother could teach us a few lessons, too."

The conversation was getting a bit close to home, so I changed the subject. "Well?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in her direction. "What's your news?"

"What do you want first -- the good news or the bad news?"

"You know I only like good news."

"In that case -- I've arranged for us to have a threesome."

"You dirty bitch," I said. Adrenaline rushed through me at the thought. Hot tingles pranced around every inch of my body, even my fingernails.

"From the expression on your face, I can tell you're interested, Ash."

"I fucking love the idea ... the thought of sucking your cunt ... and getting fucked at the same time is enough to turn on anyone."

"We're a couple of slags," she said, her cherry-red cheeks telling me she felt the same as me.

We grabbed each other and laughed and hugged, my pink lipstick getting mixed up in her streaked hair. The excitement made us giggle. I felt horny -- so horny I could have stripped off and leapt straight into the threesome. 

"When's it going to be?"

"As soon we get the date together, Ash."

We scrolled through the calendars on our phones and reeled off possibilities. I went to open the bottle of white wine that I'd bought on my way over, while Dani sent some text messages. I wanted to know about the lucky man, but she waved me to be quiet while she concentrated.

"OK," she said finally, "it's all fixed for Wednesday ... seven thirty."

My heart was racing fast. I could hardly pour the wine without shaking. In a single day, all my fantasies had come true: group sex with Geeta's girlies; the prospect of a gang-bang; and now a threesome. I gulped at the wine.

"Who's the lucky man, Dani?"

"I've got another surprise for you," she said without answering my question. "I found my dad's stash of porn."

My day got better and better. I love porn. I pretend I'm the star in the movie: getting nailed by hunks with massive dicks; swallowing cock; sucking cunt; getting hosed down with cum; in orgies; keeping at it until I'm the only one left standing -- even if I can't walk straight.

"Let's watch some group sex -- with lots of well-hung cock and big tits swaying around and lovely shaved cunt."

"Sounds good to me," Danielle said, waving a DVD of non-stop sex parties in my direction. I looked at the pictures on the box while she slotted it into the machine. We settled down side by side on the softness of the honey coloured, leather settee, sipping our wine. 

While the credits were running, I stretched out my legs. "I've just had them waxed. What do you think?"

She reached down and ran a hand up and down them. "They're lovely and smooth." 

"Don't stop. See what else you can find."

Her hand progressed up my skirt. I opened my legs slightly to make it easier. A quizzical look crossed her face as she reached my G-string, followed by a smile and then a giggle as she realised what was going on.

"You've had the full Brazilian," she said, her hand exploring inside the lace of my pants.

"I got fed up with shaving ... it's so awkward and I kept nicking my skin with the razor."

"Let's have a look."

"I thought we were watching the porn."

"We can do both," she said.

A lost looking blonde in the film knocked on the door of an apartment. It might have been convincing had not the biggest pair of tits I'd seen for ages been bursting out of her tee-shirt --wearing a skirt that showed her arse -- with platform shoes so high it was almost impossible to walk. If anyone was up for being fucked, it was her.

I stood up in front of Danielle. She ran her hands up both sides of my legs and lifted my denim miniskirt. Within seconds, she hooked her thumbs in the top of my G-string and pulled it down around my ankles.

"It looks good enough to eat," she said. She nuzzled her nose against my slit and sniffed around, and then her tongue darted out and licked me from bottom to top. 

She pulled me towards her. I kicked off my shoes and G-string and pushed my cunt at her mouth. She fell back. I placed a knee either side of her head. My cunt opened slightly. She pushed her tongue deep inside me as I sat on her face. 

"Suck it, bitch."

Her tongue lapped around my labia until she found my clit. She bit and sucked and worked it between her lips. "I love ... the taste ... of ... your cunt," she said, in gasps between the action.

I disentangled myself and yanked off Danielle's jeans and tee-shirt and underwear, to release her large tits. Once I'd stripped her, I took off the rest of my clothes and leapt back onto the settee. We were soon into soixante-neuf, searching inside each other's cunt with our tongues. Vaguely aware of the blonde with big tits being manhandled by a group of men on the screen, I was too involved to care. 

In no time, we were sucking and biting and fingering each other like animals -- excited by the thought of a threesome. Her cunt oozed juice beneath me, tasting of sweat and urine, with a hint of spring flowers and a pinch of salt. She needed another shave. Her bristles rubbed around my mouth and cheeks.

My cunt was still sensitive from Geeta's earlier attention, so it took no time for Dani to bring me near to orgasm. I lost count of how many that made for the day.

We climaxed almost at the same time. Me first, then Dani let out a long breath as if she'd just surfaced from a deep sea dive. Our bodies melted into each other, the sweat on our naked skin smoothing away any friction.

She spoke first, but said what I was thinking. "I needed that Ash ... I've had lots of sex since we met last week ... but it's special with you."

"I love making you cum, Dani ... I hope we can continue forever."

"Me too ... you're such a promiscuous tart ... and your cunt tastes like I'm not the first today."

"I told you ... I've got lots of news."

"We're never going to see this film, are we?"

"It makes a good background ... and I like watching porn on a big screen ... you never quite get the full effect on the computer."

We sidled our naked bodies together and sank into the luxury of the leather -- our urges satiated for a while. We drank wine and pulled our legs up beneath us, for comfort and warmth, safe behind closed curtains, with just the light from the TV and a side-lamp.

The blonde on the movie was being well fucked by a black guy, while deep throating another who, in turn, was sucking on the silicone enhanced tits of a brunette to one side. 

"It's your turn first, Dani ... who've you been fucking?"

"You know I said that it was good news and bad news."

"Yes ... and I've had the good news."

"Well ... like ... the other news is that the threesome next week is with ... like ... John."

It took a few moments for the significance to sink in. When it did, I spun around and looked her square in the face. "You cunt ... you've fucked him behind my back."

"When you told me about him ... I couldn't resist ... and neither did he."

"I thought you were my best friend."

"Best friends always share things ... don't they?" she said, hiding in her drink, lifting her brown eyes to check everything was OK, smiling a meek smile of half-apology.

I laughed and remembered that I told John I wanted to fuck him, not marry him -- and realised that I couldn't think of better people to share my first threesome. She looked relieved as though she'd just confessed to a gross sin. We laughed together and the excited shudder of expectation thrilled through me again.

"You always amaze me, Dani." 

"It was fabulous, Ash."

"Was it how I told you?"

"Yes ... with some embellishments."

"I want to hear every detail."

The groaning drew our attention back to the screen in front of us. The black guy shot his load over the blonde's face. She smiled and spread the goo around with her fingers before sucking on them. The other guy then shot. She gagged and laughed, her face coated in pearly drops. We watched intently as the brunette leaned over and licked cum from the blonde's cheek and worked it into her mouth with her tongue. Everyone was enjoying themselves. We were.

"John told me I looked like a high class escort ... and treated me like a whore."

"How did you find where he lived?"

"I looked on your phone ... where else?"

"I thought you were going with a shelf stacker from the supermarket."

"Oh him ... we had a bit of oral and a quick fuck and he was finished ... that's why I went after John."

"I told you he was an expert."

"He worked a few extra moves on me, Ash."

"So I've something to look forward to."

"He made me cum in no time ... sucking on my clit and massaging his fingers around my arsehole."

"Yeh, he's good at that," I said, my fingers stroking my slit, up and down a few times to work up a bit of juice before moving inside. Dani already had a couple of fingers up her cunt and was slowly stroking herself, while pulling on her nipple ring. 

The massive tits of the brunette filled the screen. The shot panned back to show her riding reverse cowgirl on top of the white guy, his dick stretching her arsehole, her naked cunt glistening. A black girl, whom we hadn't seen before, stood on the bed and straddled the brunette who started to suck at her cunt and clutch at her dangling tits. The black guy then came back into the picture -- somehow he managed to get his dick inside the brunette's open cunt. Then the four of them humped each other. 

"I can fucking taste the sex, Dani."

"Now I've been fucked up the arse ... I can't wait to get a dick up my cunt and one up my arse at the same time ... and then get the shit fucked out of me."

"We're so alike ... I was thinking exactly the same."

"John dumped such a load of cum on my face ... it felt like he pissed on me ... especially when it started running down my neck and into my hair."

"Do you think we're weird enjoying things like that?" I asked, now certain I could taste cum, especially as it was shooting in all directions on screen.

"He massaged cum into my tits like cream ... I saw my face in the mirror covered in it ... my makeup all over the place ... he wouldn't let me wipe it off ... so it dried on me ... and I felt like a whore."

"We'd end up millionaires if we charged for it."

"It'd pay off our university fees," Dani said, not totally joking.

The thought hadn't occurred to me. I hoped it wouldn't be necessary.

"You should have seen his face when I showed him how I can suck my nipples, Ash ... it looked as if his blood pressure was about to explode."

"That's one reason why my nipples are so big ... I suck on them and masturbate at the same time ... every night to get to sleep," I said, taking a nipple into my mouth and sucking at it while holding my cunt open as Dani began to stroke my vulva.

"Try a bit of this," she said, dipping her finger in her wine and touching it gently on my other nipple. It sent a bolt of lightning from my tits down to my cunt. She reached down and sucked it off and my nipple grew like a bullet in her mouth.

"John started like that ... then he shoved the whole bottle up my cunt."

"Wow. What did that feel like?"

"The wine sloshed inside me ... it was cold ... and made me shiver ... the bottle stretching my cunt wider than ever."

"It must have gone everywhere."

"It did and he sucked and licked around and inside me ... drinking it down as fast as he could ... it was all over his face ... running out of my cunt ... down and around my arsehole."

"I bet the dirty bastard loved licking it off."

"He sure did ... and he pushed his tongue against my arsehole until it nearly opened up."

"Can you imagine sticking your tongue up someone's arse, Dani?"

"Not really ... but look at that," she said pointing to the blonde with big tits, who was pushing her tongue against the black guy's arse.

"And I can't imagine sucking a dick after it's been inside my arse ... gross."

"But then, Ash ... who'd have thought we'd love swallowing cum?"

"That's different."

"I'm not sure."

"You really are a pervert, Dani."

I reached over to pick up the bottle of wine and topped up our glasses. It was half-full. I held it out and looked at it and then at Danielle, raising my eyebrows.

"Oh no, you don't," she said. "Mum would do her pieces if we marked her leather suite."

I crouched down in front of the settee and opened up my cunt with one hand and lowered myself onto the neck of the bottle. Then I pushed it inside me, as high as it would go.

"Who's the fucking pervert now? Let's see how much you can get inside you." Dani said, scuttling off the settee and squatting down beside me to get a better view. 

"How am I doing?"

"It's about half way ... push down harder."

"My cunt won't stretch any wider," I said, feeling the hurt of being held wide open by the bottle.

Danielle took hold of the bottle with both hands and pushed it harder into me, until it felt as if my skin was about to split. Then she fucked me with it, hard and strong.

"I know it hurts, Ash ... the nice kind of hurt that adds to the excitement."

"Wow ... not so rough ... gently does it ... slow down, bitch."

With a final flourish, Danielle pushed hard then withdrew it completely -- and took a swig of wine straight from the bottle. "I love that ... wine and your natural cunt juices all mixed together," she said, licking the taste from around the neck of the bottle.

The rough treatment contrasted with the tender tongue test administered by Geeta a couple of hours earlier. Both had their attractions, but at that moment I needed the soft, slow approach to take the soreness out of my cunt.

"I need you to lick me gently, Dani ... just to help my cunt relax, you understand."

She needed little invitation. I laid back and opened my legs and let her lick the hurt out of my assaulted cunt. Every time she started to become more aggressive, I slowed her down, until it became so slow that she stopped and we lay still for a while, watching TV.

On screen, the blonde with big tits was guiding a white guy's dick into the gaping arsehole of a black girl, while another guy attacked her cunt from behind and she sucked on a black dick. A few manoeuvres later, and both girls were being double penetrated, side by side.

"I reckon it went inside me about nine inches," I said, observing the tide mark on the bottle, spread as far as the label.

"You can thank John for that ... I would never have thought of doing it."

"I suppose it's no different to using a dildo."

"Except they are shaped like a dick and don't stretch you so much."

"My mum's got some whoppers ... and I've tried them ... but nothing like that bottle."

"I've got a double dildo ... if you're interested," Dani said, raising her head from its resting place on my stomach -- her brown eyes full of wickedness.

"Where did you get it from?" I asked, knowing how difficult it was to get something like that delivered -- especially with hawk-eyed parents who were on the lookout for anything unusual.

"You remember that girl Sasha, at school." 

"That little twat pestered me for ages to have sex with her."

"Me too ... I told her she was too young."

"I told her I wouldn't touch a virgin. Then a week later, the cunt came back and told me she'd had sex with a boy."

"I couldn't resist her for long, Ash."

"She had her first girl on girl sex with me ... and kept coming back for more ... and now she's fucked every boy in the school and half the girls."

"Well, that's who I got the double dildo from ... Sasha ... the slag."

"Was that before or after she used it on you, Dani?"

"I tell you ... she's learnt a thing or two since we last had sex with her," Dani said, ignoring my question and standing up and going upstairs to find her new toy.

On the movie, a slim blonde with small tits appeared. She wore a strap-on dildo and was pushing it up the cunt of the brunette with enhanced tits, with a redhead helping it in with her hand. The three of them humped and sucked and fucked at each other's cunts, laughing and telling each other what it felt like and how they loved all-women sex.

"What do you think of this?" Danielle said as she returned.

I couldn't believe my eyes. She'd pushed the purple gel, double dildo halfway up her cunt and began walking around like a man with a dick. I grabbed at the loose end and pushed her back onto the settee. With both hands, I fucked her cunt as hard as I could with the dildo.

"Yeh, you dirty bitch ... give it to me ... see how far you can get it inside me."

I didn't want that. I wanted to try the dildo, too. So I ignored her and worked the loose end up my cunt. It was thick and ridged and slightly bendy, but my twat had been so well used that day, it could take anything. Within no time, our naked cunts were kissing as we slapped into each other -- our legs at an angle, touching each other's arse and stomach -- to get as close as possible.

"I love the feeling of fucking and being fucked at the same time, Dani."

She didn't answer. She was too intent at fucking me and enjoying the feeling and maintaining the rhythm and trying to fuck me harder than I fucked her. We began to breathe heavily -- but I knew I couldn't cum from penetration alone -- and I needed to cum to release the tension -- to feel the pleasure of being fucked by a woman.

With one last mighty heave, we pushed into each other for the last time. Then I pulled myself off the dildo and Dani got the idea and we turned to suck each other's cunt. It didn't take long. Within seconds, we both were gasping and cursing and screaming at each other as we climaxed at the same time.

The pulses of orgasm ran through me for what seemed an age. It took another age to get my breath back. It took more time before my head cleared enough to speak.

"If we carry on like this, Dani ... we'll wear our cunts out before we're twenty years old."

"I intend to fuck like this for the rest of my life," she said, a wide grin spreading across her face. "I take it you like the dildo."

"You bet I do."

"I'm getting a vibrator off her next time."

"What's this next time?"

"Well, Sasha is a delicious fuck ... and we intend to see each other often."

"I'm too busy at the moment, Dani ... but perhaps we could set up an all girl threesome one day?" I didn't intend to tell her that I wanted Geeta's girlie party first -- anyway, I was sworn to secrecy.

"The thought never occurred to me," she said, laughing -- the excitement in her voice telling me she was already on the case.

An orgy was developing in front of us. It drew our attention. Blondes and brunettes and redheads and black girls, some with big tits others with little tits, and all colours of boys with big dicks, covered the screen. They filled a large room and kept moving around -- fucking cunt and sucking dick and fucking arse in a great display of endurance.

"After John fucked me with the wine bottle, he fucked me up the arse ... and his dick was about the same size as that one," Dani said, pointing to the screen and continuing her story from where she left off earlier as the porn rebooted her memory.




Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 07



"Was that the first time up the arse?"

"The first time proper ... except when you pushed that dildo up me the other week."

"At least you knew what to expect."

"You can't beat the real thing ... a big dick buried in your arse is real sex ... and I want it every time from now on ... no more quick fucks with shelf stackers."

"That's why I pursued John in the first place ... to move on to a really experienced fucker."

"I was spent when he finished ... so sore underneath, I needed to sit in a hot bath to take away the pain."

"That's what I meant about wearing out my cunt ... guys just want to fuck and don't care about the damage."

"Just as I lowered myself into the water ... John turned up and called me a whore ... and that he hadn't finished with me."

"He gets very dominant once the fucking starts, Dani."

"Then he pissed all over my face and tits ... saying ... that's what I call a wash."

"I bet the dirty bastard enjoyed that."

"I couldn't see, Ash ... it was all over me ... in my eyes ... up my nose ... in my ears ... in my mouth ... I was gasping for breath."

"You twat, Dani ... that sounds totally dirty," I said, wondering what it would feel like if John pissed over me. 

"You're as fucking perverted as he is."

"You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"I enjoyed pissing over him to get my own back."

"You can try it on me some time if you like, Dani."

She looked at me and laughed. "Isn't it great being a pervert, Ash?"

I reached over and grabbed hold of her nipple ring and pulled her over towards me and kissed her full on the mouth. I reached down to her cunt. In no time, my fingers were inside her and hers were inside me and we were frigging each other while our tongues played tunes. 

She licked down my breasts and my stomach and into my cunt. Her eyes were like moons as she looked up at me to tell me how much she was enjoying the taste. I pulled myself open to give her better access and spread my legs -- knees bent, ankles resting on her shoulders -- and let her eat her fill. She soon brought me near to orgasm.

I needed to taste her -- to feel the softness of her labia against my lips -- to suck her inside out. Soon we were sucking and finger fucking each other, her clit between my teeth, my clit swollen to bursting point. 

The throbbing started in my clit. It drilled through me, forcing my arsehole to contract as the ecstasy spread throughout my lower abdomen. I let out a loud yell as Danielle brought me to another climax that seemed the highest of the day. 

Her clit slipped away from my mouth as I indulged in the dreaminess that follows orgasm. After a few deep breaths, my need to eat her twat returned, to suck it, to taste the juice that flowed from her body. I attacked her again like a woman possessed by a porn demon.

Danielle lay back to give free access to her cunt and arse. While I sucked at her, I extracted a finger from her cunt, coated in juice, and ran it beneath her, pushing it through the crease in her arse to touch her arsehole. She gasped. I circled my lubricated finger around her sphincter. "Yeh," she said, "keep going bitch ... make me cum up my arse."

"You fucking cunt ... how many times have I made you cum, Dani?" I pressed my finger against her arsehole. It opened up. I massaged around and up inside her.

"Not enough, bitch ... keep going," she said lifting her body off the settee to give me better access.

Rearranging myself, I pushed my thumb up her cunt and two fingers up her arse. I moved them in and out, building up a rhythm, fucking her in both places -- all the time sucking and biting on her clit -- my nipples stimulated with every stroke of my tits across her stomach.

I felt her tense beneath me. Then she gasped and I knew it wouldn't be long before she reached another orgasm. When it came, she let out a scream loud enough to drown out the noise of the porn stars, who we'd forgotten. 

"Wow ... nobody makes me cum like you," she said when she recovered, "how will I cope when you go to university?" 

"I can't wait to fuck everyone I meet when I get there."

"Me too ... I keep thinking about all that untapped dick and cunt ... waiting ... just for me to fuck and suck and finger."

We giggled and topped-up our wine and settled down again to watch the porn party. Being so preoccupied, we hadn't noticed all the characters had changed -- it didn't matter -- they were fucking and pounding and cavorting around with each other in the same way as the first lot. We loved it. We wanted to be treated like porn queens.

My hand found its way to Danielle's lower regions and the stubble around her cunt. "You really must have a full Brazilian ... it's so much softer."

She felt mine. "You're right."

"My girl, Geeta, does a brilliant job," I said, wondering how much else I could tell her -- and realising I'd only been sworn to secrecy on the girlie party. "She also offers extra benefits."

"What? Like discounts?"

"It's better than discounts."

She turned to look at me. "You've been up to something ... I knew it ... I can always tell."

I ignored her and pointed to the screen where a fat blonde with enormous, floppy tits was wanking with both hands on something like twelve inches of black man meat. His dick was so thick she could only fit the bell-end in her mouth. Within moments, he was fucking her tits, which were so massive even his length got lost between them. He pulled on her nipples, as big as many women's tits, and worked his dick out through the top, nudging her chin.

"I want more sex with black men like him ... with dicks like that," I said.

"Can you imagine how that feels up your cunt?"

"I read somewhere that it hurts ... and the best way to handle a dick that big is up the arse."

"I don't care if it hurts ... just give me the sex," Danielle said, "anyway, what about Geeta ... and the benefits?"

The memory sent ripples of excitement through me, down to my cunt which was at a point of extreme sensitivity after Dani's attentions. 

"Well, I insisted that every hair had to go ... even the ones inside me where she had to probe around with her fingers and tweezers."

"My cunt's tingling at the thought, Ash."

"When she'd finished, she asked me if I wanted her tongue test ... to make sure I was happy with the job."

"And you've never refused anyone who's offered a good tonguing."

"It was terrific. She licked me gently from bottom to top ... then I opened my cunt to give her better access ... and she did it again."

"I bet you were sensitive from the waxing and tweezering."

"Whatever it was ... every nerve in my body tingled ... she took my clit into her mouth ... sucking it ... biting it lightly ... rolling it between her lips."

"You are a lucky bitch." 

"I've never been brought to such a quick orgasm ... and when it finished ... waves of bliss drifted through me."

"I must have a Brazilian."

"But take it easy," I said, "you have to let Geeta do the running ... I've been going for months ... and she's sort of got to know me ... you understand?"

"If I push it too much ... it won't happen ... is that what you mean?"

I nodded and turned to watch the big black guy pumping gallons of cum across the fat tart's tits before massaging it in.

"Did Dylan get in touch?" I asked, changing the subject away from Geeta before I revealed too much.

"How did you know?"

"He asked for your number."

"We swopped a few texts ... and stuff," she said, the tone of her reply implying there was something interesting about the stuff they exchanged.

"What sort of stuff?"

"Sexy stuff ... pictures ... that kind of thing."

"You dirty bitch ... show me."

"No ... it's private ... between Dylan and me."

"I thought there were no secrets between us ... we even share John as our fuck buddy."

She reached over to her mobile phone on the side table and started to flick through some pictures. "You mustn't tell him ... you understand?"

The picture was a little blurred and not taken in the best light, but Dylan's giant erection was unmistakeable. I ought to know -- since we took the plunge a couple of weeks earlier, we'd taken every opportunity to fuck. I could spot his dick in the dark.

"Wow, Dani, that's some dick ... I bet you'll feel that when he gets it inside you."

"Ten inches ... that's what he claims."

"You're making me jealous, you fucking bitch," I said, pleased for Danielle, and pleased for Dylan, wishing I could be a fly on the wall to watch them in action.

"If I had a brother like Dylan, Ash ... I never stop fucking him."

"If I had an elder sister like your sister Zoe ... I'd suck her cunt inside out," I said, wondering why I hadn't taken more interest in her -- especially as the grape vine told me she was always up for fucking -- which didn't surprise me, being Danielle's sister -- it must run in the genes -- the parents are just the same.

"The bitch won't let me touch her."

"Well, you are sisters."

"You must have heard about her reputation."

"Actually ... she propositioned me once ... years ago," I said, thinking it's not too late to follow it up, now I was in the market for experienced fuckers.

"You never told me."

"It was a long time ago and I was fucking a six former -- you remember, Adam, tall with long hair, who now works in the City."

"So you turned Zoe down?"

"It was the wrong time for me ... but now ... perhaps I missed a chance."

"Let me know if you hit it off with her ... I'd like to get involved."

"You can't fuck your own sister, Dani."

"Why not? I'd fuck Dylan if he was my brother ... it's only sex, Ash ... I want to try everything."

I felt like a hypocrite. How could I blame Dani for wanting sex with her sister when I was fucking my brother most nights? The subject kept getting too close to home. I decided to change it again and took an interest in the sex party on the TV.

"You want to try everything, Dani? How about taking two dicks up your cunt at the same time?" I asked, pointing to a blonde with small tits and a skinny body being assaulted by a black and a white guy on the screen. 

"I want that and another up my arse and another in my mouth ... and I want them all to cum at the same time and smother me in goo."

"You'll just have to settle for Dylan shooting his cum on you."

"We'll do it tomorrow ... and lots more."

"Lucky bitch," I said taking another look at Dylan's erection on her phone. "What pictures did you send him?"

"He liked the one with my fingers stuck up my cunt the best."

"Show me."

I expected her to show me the picture. She didn't. Putting the phone to one side, she opened her legs wide and stuck two fingers up her cunt, as far as the knuckles. "It was a bit like that," she said, with a sly smile. Then she worked another finger in and pushed all three in as far as she could. "But it could have been a bit like that, I suppose."

I leaned over her and took hold of her nipple ring and pulled her towards me. At the same time, I place my hand against hers and pushed her fingers further inside her cunt. Then I worked two of my fingers in alongside hers, working her hand and mine in and out, stretching her cunt to the limit with every thrust.

"And that's how it feels to have two dicks up your cunt at the same time, Dani."

She giggled. "I love it ... can't wait for the real thing."

I thought of Geeta and the gang bang she'd promised to organise and realised I had a better chance of getting two dicks up my cunt than Danielle -- but had no intention of telling her anything about it -- not until after the event. The adrenaline began to flow again at the thought, so I took it out on her cunt.

"Yeh," she said, "treat me as rough as you like, bitch."

So I did. It ended in both of us reaching another orgasm. Fucked out, we watched the end of the porn video, which got us going again. In bed that night, we kept waking each other up and sucking cunt until we ran out of strength.



Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 08



This series of short stories chronicles the journey of Ashleigh and her friend Danielle, as they explore their sexuality, and progress from teenage sex to the wider reaches of sexual behaviour. They are written from different points of view, to give insight into how the experiences influence the individual characters.

Read the whole set of stories for a better understanding of the characters' motivation and personality, and watch their exploits unfold with people of both sexes, in single and group situations and within their families.

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My mobile phone rang. I didn't answer. I just sat up on my bed and listened. The deep breathing started. It got faster and deeper and went on and on. I began to panic and wonder if it was a mistake.

"Is that you Dylan?"

"Of course it is, you pussy ... how many other men do you get leering down the phone at you?"

"I just needed to check."

"Are we still on for tomorrow night, Dani?"

"We are if you tell me what's going to happen."

"First, I'm going to strip all your clothes off ... when I get you naked, I'll get my hands all over your tits and your cunt and your arse."

"That sounds good ... what's next?"

"Then I fuck you with all my might ... and cum in every hole ... and over your lovely tits."

"I'm going to swallow your dick ... and only spit it out when I can't breathe ... because you've filled my mouth with cum."

It went quiet again, with deep breathing in the background. "Are you wanking?" I asked.

"You talk so fucking sexy ... it's enough to make anyone wank."

"Have you got any pictures of yourself?"

"What ... like holiday snaps?"

"No you idiot ... pictures of you wanking."

"Wait a minute and I'll take some," he said. The phone went dead for a while. It bleeped. I stabbed at the buttons in my anxiety to see the picture.

"I like that," I said, studying the photograph of his hand wrapped around his erect penis, which looked so big because he'd shaved his pubes. "I can't wait to wrap my lips around it and feel it inside my cunt."

"You are a very dirty girl, Dani."

"Wait ... I'll send you a picture ... it'll be with you in no time."

I made the sexiest pose I could think of and photographed myself, making sure to get my tits into the shot but not my face. I took a few, chose the best, and sent it. I expected an immediate response. Nothing happened. My phone stayed quiet. I began to think it hadn't arrived. Then I heard the deep breathing again. I expected him to speak. He didn't. The breathing got louder. Then I realised what was going on.

"You're still wanking ... you fucking bastard."

"What do you expect when you send me a picture of your fucking lovely tits ... with your fingers stuck up your cunt? It's doing my head in."

"I love masturbating ... then I lick my fingers after I cum," I said, smiling to myself as I did his head in even more.

"You're at it again," he said then let out a loud gasp at the other end of the phone, which reverberated in my ear. 

"You've cum haven't you?"

"I've needed that all day, Dani."

"Send me a picture of your cum, you fucking bastard."

A few moments later, I was looking at a photo of cum splattered across his lower abdomen, with more dribbling down his still-erect dick.

My phone bleeped as another text message came in. It was from Ashleigh. She'd go hysterical if she knew what her brother and I were doing. Her news looked good, so I decided to turn Dylan off until the next night.

"Got to go ... roll on tomorrow ... we'll get along famously ... don't be late," I said to Dylan. He said his goodbyes and I knew the next night wouldn't come quickly enough for either of us.

I switched my attention to Ashleigh's text, and prepared myself for a night of torrid girl-on-girl action brought on by her Brazilian waxing.

That was yesterday. Today, I endured hours working on the checkout at the supermarket, only managing to take a quick look at the pictures of Dylan's prick in my breaks. They made me hot under my uniform -- tuning my body up for another night of sex and adventure while my parents were away.

After work, I had a long bath and relaxed while I shaved my cunt, trying to get to every hair and make it as smooth as Ashleigh's after her Brazilian waxing. Then I massaged cream into my shaven mound and just managed to stop myself from masturbating -- to hold on to the lusty feeling for what was to come later.

The doorbell rang. I switched off the TV and checked myself in the mirror: lots of plastered on lipstick and eye makeup; short skirt; no bra, high heels. Exactly the effect I wanted. I slipped off my knickers and hid them behind a cushion. Excitement gripped me. Everything seemed perfect for the moment I'd looked forward to for days. 

Despite the intimacy of our telephone sex sessions, I'd hardly seen Dylan for a year. He looked how I remembered: tall with good shoulders; large hands; dark hair ending in wispy curls now he'd let it grow longer; a square cut chin covered in stubble; eyes so brown they looked black in some lights; a deep voice; a wide smile from generous lips that reminded me of his sister Ashleigh

He didn't say anything when I opened the door. There was no need. We both knew what he came for. He looked as anxious to get on with it as I felt. We nodded and smiled as he entered the house.

"I want you to fuck the arse off me," I whispered as I held the door open and his ear passed close to my mouth. My heart pounded. My temperature rose. I felt giddy. 

My remark didn't change his expression, which was hardly surprising after the sensational sex messages we'd exchanged over the previous few days -- telling each other how we lusted after the other's body and how we longed to fuck each other to a standstill -- and the pictures of the previous night. 

Looking me up and down, a smirk crossed his face when he noticed I wasn't wearing a bra. His top lip rose slightly on the right side of his face. My nipples were on stalks, perfectly outlined by the flimsy material of my cheap, white top, slung by strings from my shoulders. 

"That's what I like about you, Danielle ... you're a fucking sex maniac."

"Did you enjoy the sexts I sent you?"

"I enjoyed wanking over that picture with your fingers up your cunt."

"If I had a sister who's so up for sex as Ashleigh ... I'd be fucking her ... not giving myself a hand job," I said, looking straight into his eyes, daring him to deny it. He didn't.

"Are we going to stand here looking at each other all night?" he asked, offering me a bottle of white wine as a present.

"You're all the present I want tonight," I said, taking the wine and turning my back on him to lead the way into the sitting room. I wanted him to check out the shortness of my denim skirt, cut down specially to show off the cheeks of my bottom. I wondered if he could spot I wasn't wearing any knickers.

There was no need to worry. Within seconds, he was clawing at my top from behind, dragging me back towards him. I made token resistance before turning to face him. He was like a man with ten hands -- inside my clothes and all over my tits and up my cunt and grabbing my arse and clasping me to him while our mouths slobbered together and our tongues fought like cats in a sack.

I love sex. You look forward to having sex with someone for days and can't think about anything else and fantasise about what he'll do to you and get excited about what you'll do to him. When you meet up, lust takes over and you rip each other's clothes off in your desperation to get naked. Then you're all over each other -- sucking and fucking and moving on to the next thing without finishing the first -- in the mad rush to do everything at once.

Dylan pushed me down, half on the settee and half on the floor. He stuck his dick inside my cunt from behind, fucking me with my head over the arm of the chair. His thrusts were so violent, the settee moved across the carpet beneath me. I pushed my arse upwards and back into him, our bodies slapping together when they met.

Then, I fucked his knob-end with my mouth while wanking at his length. I licked down his ten inches, intending to suck his balls -- but he was so hard they had disappeared up inside the base of his dick, to form a continuous member of solid man-meat.

The frenzy continued. Hands went everywhere again. He grabbed my ankles and pulled my arse to the edge of the settee and opened my legs to expose my cunt.

"I love shaved cunt ... much better to suck and fuck."

"I wanked myself off last night looking at the picture of your dick covered in cum, Dylan," I said, but didn't tell him his sister watched me do it.

"A slut like you needs a regular fuck."

"It's the biggest dick I've ever seen."

"I'm going to take more pictures of your cunt before I'm finished," he said, positioning his dick against my labia and pushing into me. Within seconds, his knob-end was hitting the back of my womb, taking my breath away with each stoke.

The settee moved again as he pulled out almost completely and pounded into me up to the hilt and repeated it, building up a rhythm, building up speed. I synchronised with his movement, grinding my cunt into him every time he reached maximum depth inside me, both of us snorting like horses on the charge.

It couldn't last long. The frenzy had to give. I was near to orgasm but knew I'd never reach it from penetration alone. So, he had to cum first. He started to gasp. He fucked me faster. Sweat ran down his hair and flew off into my face. I knew it was close. Then I felt warm liquid pumping inside me as he let out a long moan to signal the end.

He fell forward on top of me. I rolled him onto his back and removed his dick from inside me. Warm cum oozed from my cunt, cooling as it ran down my leg. I moved up over him, dribbling more cum onto his chest as I shuffled up to his mouth. 

The heaviness of his breath on my soaking cunt nearly got me to the orgasm I so wanted -- but not quite. He stuck out his tongue to lick at the cream pie of my cunt before searching for my clit. I turned to find his dick with my mouth. The spicy smell of his cum, mixed with the fragrance of my juices, took me closer to climax.

I lay on top of him in soixante-neuf: him sucking my clit and eating his own cum from my cunt; me licking his dick clean before swallowing as much of his length as I could; cum spread out to cover the space between his chest and my body; both of us drenched in sweat. 

The wave of contraction started in my clit. It spread across my lower abdomen and round to my arsehole. The whole area began to spasm. I could take no more. As the orgasm shuddered through me, I disengaged from his dick to let out a scream that echoed around the house. 

Dylan could have imagined I'd not had an orgasm for days. He didn't know his sister had given me several during the previous night. Not that it mattered -- you can never have too many -- and the latest orgasm always feels the best.

The tension eased from my body and I sank onto his, his dick in my hand, within inches of my face. I drifted into that sleep-like world known only to girls just after they climax -- a world impossible to reach by any other route -- a world of bliss -- a world where your body is sensitive to the gentlest touch -- a world where you want to live forever.

"You've learnt ... a lot about ... how to satisfy ... a girl ... since last time," I said between breaths, as I came back down to earth.

"And you're sucking cock like a porn star," he said to my cunt.

"You can do anything you want to me."

"I love fucking sluts like you ... who're never satisfied until their cunts are so sore they can't take any more."

"I bet I can keep going for longer than you, Dylan."

"It's easy for girls ... they don't have a cock to keep erect."

"You're doing a fair job so far," I said, watching his erection recover in front of my face. I pushed back his foreskin with my lips and sucked on his knob-end and then sucked his balls to make him fully erect again.

His length slid across my tongue, gagging me on its journey down my throat. I tried to reach my lips to the base of his dick but he was too big. Saliva dribbled down my chin and onto his legs, like cum. Then I sucked him like I'd never sucked before, wanking him at the same time.

"Come here, you dirty twat," he said, lifting me up off the floor and throwing me onto the settee and grabbing my ankles and opening my legs as wide as they would go. "I need another go at your cunt."

He pushed two of his large fingers inside me, quickly increasing this to three when he realised my cunt was big enough to take them. After finger fucking me for an age, he pushed the fourth finger hard into me.

"Yeh, give me more of that, Dylan," I said holding his hand tight against me, forcing myself against him, cunt juice gushing.

He snorted and laughed and pushed his thumb against my clit without changing rhythm. I felt my clit swell as he worked on it. Then, it was all change again as he extracted his hand and pushed his fingers into my mouth for me to savour the taste of spring flowers and sweat and a hint of spice left from his cum.

His mouth descended onto my soaking wet twat. He drank his fill of juice and looked at me and licked his lips before going in for more. His tongue worked on my labia as he sucked and bit at my clit. Another wave of contractions started. It made my head swim. I laid back and left him to it.

In no time, I reached a second climax -- not bad going, seeing as it felt as if he'd only just arrived. I didn't hold back and the noise of my satisfaction filled the room. The orgasm swam through my body, making me gasp for breath as if I'd just finished a hundred metres sprint.

I expected to rest and recover slowly, like the first time. Dylan had other ideas. He didn't wait for the contractions in my cunt to stop. He kept going -- sucking and licking and biting as if nothing had happened.

"Dylan ... stop ... I can't take any more," I said.

He ignored my pleas. If anything, his tongue lashed faster, and he sucked stronger and he bit harder. I fought him, wanting him to stop, needing him to stop. I pleaded again. He kept going. I felt another climax coming but felt as if I couldn't take it. 

My body pushed against him as if it had a mind of its own -- as if it knew what was coming and intended to make the most of the opportunity. 

The orgasm hit me. It felt like no other I'd ever had before. Not even Ashleigh had made me cum so strongly -- and so loudly.

I didn't realise how tense my body had become until I collapsed back into the settee. My cunt went into a spasm and the whole of my lower abdomen twitched uncontrollably. I let out a long low sigh. 

Dylan continued. I begged him to stop. It made no difference. He kept at it: sucking and licking and biting and rolling my clit between his lips. I didn't think my body could take any more. I fought against him. It made no difference. 

Then, I went through some sort of barrier -- and there was no way I wanted him to stop. Another orgasm swept through me. This time, Dylan kept going and going. I was too far away to protest. 

Orgasms flooded through me, one after another. I lost all understanding of where I was and who I was, drifting through a continuum that took over my existence.

I felt him roll away from me, but didn't care about anything or anyone. Drunk with ecstasy, the room was swaying. My brain, my body, my nipples, my cunt were throbbing. My hands were trembling. My legs were shaking. My toes were curling and uncurling. My toenails ached.

I became aware of Dylan propped up on his elbow, watching me. His heavy breath wafted across my tits and I shuddered as it produced another orgasm. I didn't believe it was possible. I tell you: it is.

"You OK?" he asked.

It was a while until I could answer. "What did you do to me?"

"I've never seen anyone react like that before."

"You have a special gift, Dylan ... nobody gives orgasms like you."

"I'm pleased you liked it."

"I'll never get another better than that ... you can come back whenever you like."

"I like," he said, pulling my nipple ring in his direction, with me behind it. He took my nipple, the ring and a large slice of my tit into his mouth and sucked at it. My body was so exhausted; I fell on top of him. 

My tits spread over his face. It was his turn to splutter as he fought to breathe. I should have released him, but didn't. I let him thrash around and ground my tits further into his face. He pushed me off and I landed half on the settee and half on the floor -- both of us laughing like crazy people.

"Give me a pose," he said, holding his mobile phone ready to take a shot.

"Keep my face out of it ... I don't trust you ... anyone could see it ... I don't want to be recognised." 

He nodded.

"You must send me copies, too."

He nodded again. I recognised the lust rising in him as I started to pose. I laid back and pulled open my cunt with both hands so he could see inside me. The camera clicked. I placed a finger inside my cunt. The camera clicked again. I pushed two fingers inside. Click. Three fingers. Click. I moved them around to different angles. Click. Click. Click.

I changed position and pushed my arse towards him. Click. 

I pulled on my arse cheeks so he could take a picture of my arsehole and cunt together. Click.

I pushed a finger inside my cunt from underneath. Click. Then I added another, this time up my arsehole. Click. Click. 

His dick was rock hard. He pushed it past my finger and into my cunt from behind, leaning back. Click. 

He withdrew and turned me around and offered his dick to my mouth. I licked at it. Click.

I wrapped my lips around his knob-end. Click.

I took a good length inside my mouth. Click.

"Wank me with your mouth, you fucking bitch," he ordered. "I want to take a video clip."

So I did and he filmed me. Then it was back to sucking and fucking again. He fell on my cunt like a man possessed by porn demons, anxious to keep up the momentum of the sex. This time, his hand went between my legs and his finger traced a figure of eight around my arsehole. Click.

He stopped licking my cunt and his tongue went further south until it reached my arsehole. He pushed against me, layering on loads of spit. The thrill of having the sensitivity of my anus tongued sent waves of lust through me. I wanted more. I wanted the ultimate. 

I grabbed the phone and turned the camera on him as he wetted my arsehole with saliva. Click.

Then his finger dipped into the spit and moved in circles around my arsehole before penetrating me. Click. 

I felt him push it up my arse. Click. 

Two fingers went inside me. He nailed me hard -- finger fucking me up the arse. Click. Click.

"Fuck me up the arse, Dylan," I said, anxious to move on to the main agenda. The phoned dropped to the floor with a clatter.

He positioned me on all fours, spread across the settee, and I felt something cold and oily being spread around my arsehole. I don't know where it came from. I looked around as he wanked some into his dick and felt him place his erection against my arsehole.

A few shoves and partial withdrawals and a few more shoves and shouts of encouragement and gasping, and his dick became fully embedded up my arse. My muscles tightened around his length as he held it there, waiting for me to relax before starting the onslaught.

I love the feeling of an erect cock inside my arse. I feel special, like I'm the only one who dares to experiment with extreme sex. I know it's not true, but don't care -- I like doing things other women would never entertain.

My arsehole relaxed as it grew accustomed to being impregnated with ten inches of solid dick. Dylan began to fuck me, slowly at first, responding to the tightness. He built up the speed and energy behind each thrust, until his dick was pounding me just as hard as it did earlier, up my cunt.




Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 08



I arched my back and let my head drop, propped up on all fours. He grabbed my tits from behind. He squeezed my nipples between his fingers, his fingernails digging in, and pulled me towards himself. Every time his shaven pubic region hit my arse cheeks, it made a loud smacking sound.

Then he fell backwards into the settee, pulling me on top -- cowgirl style, facing away. His dick went even deeper inside my arse, my arsehole stretched to straining point. Now it was my turn to ram into him, up and down, thrusting the whole of my weight for maximum impact.

I felt the next climax build. My sphincter contracted. It gripped his dick tighter. The orgasm started in the region around my arsehole and spread out and around the whole of my lower body, including my clit. 

We sweated and grunted and shouted each other on to more and harder and faster action. I felt the end drawing close. When it came, I let out another shriek -- loud enough to alert the neighbours and have them pounding on the door to check everything was all right.

Everything was all right. A few more thrusts as Dylan emptied his balls up my arse and we were done. Although the high didn't quite match the multiple orgasms of earlier, it didn't matter. The latest orgasm is always the best. So, it was the best.

My body became as limp as a stuffed toy. My head drooped. I collapsed backwards, into Dylan, gasping for air. We fell sideways, his dick firmly embedded inside my arse -- and immediately fell into a deep sleep -- our bodies exhausted from the intensity of our activity.

Dylan moved. I awoke. I had no idea how long we'd been asleep. My left arm was crushed beneath me, pins and needles pulsing from my shoulder to my fingernails. His dick was still erect inside me. As I moved to release my arm, pain ran through my lower body from the log wedged up my arse, held in place by the contraction of my arsehole.

He snoozed quietly behind me, his right hand still gripping my left breast, my nipple firmly fixed between his fingers. I arranged myself into a more comfortable position, flexed my hand until the tingling eased, and fell asleep again.

We both awoke the next time.

"We have to move, Dani."

"I don't know how ... your fucking erection is still massive."

"Your arsehole is too tight," he said, as he tried to ease his dick backwards, out of me.

"Ouch ... ouch ... ouch ... that hurts."

"I thought you liked it to hurt, you fucking bitch," he said, pushing into me, starting to fuck me again.

"Gently, Dylan ... you'll wreck my arse."

"I'd better stop then ... I need it to be in full working order for next time."

"You're fucking confident."

"I intend to give your arse a lot of hurt, Dani ... and your cunt ... there's still lots I want to do to you."

"Not here ... Mum would kill me if her leather settee was marked," I said, worrying that it may already be too late and, if I hadn't been so anxious to be fucked by Dylan, we could have gone to my room. "Try to relax."

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"Try harder."

"I can't get any harder than this," he said, "do you realise I've been wedged up your arse for nearly an hour."

"I bet you didn't realise you could keep your erection up for that long," I said, starting to laugh at what was developing into a comedy.

"Don't laugh ... it makes you grip my cock stronger."

At that, we both fell about laughing. You ought to try it: a dick wedged up your arse and neither of you able to move and laughing until you roll about in a fit -- both wincing as the hurt grew unbearable.

Somehow we managed to control ourselves and Dylan began the long and painful process of extracting his dick from my arse. A little at a time, he eased out of me. Then with an almighty pull, he clicked out. I nearly hit the ceiling with the pain.

"Next time," I said, tears washing mascara down my face, "use more lubricant."

"So there is to be a next time?"

"Fuck off you pervert."

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Take it how you like, but let's get you cleaned up first."

"Suck it clean, bitch," he said holding his semi-limp dick towards me.

"You must be fucking joking ... you're gross ... covered in shit," I said. I led him upstairs to the bathroom.

"I'm bursting for a piss." I watched him have an enormous piss before washing his dick and balls clean with a flannel.

"Here, give me that," he said, turning me around and pushing his large hand on my back to bend me over and wipe my arse clean 

I looked up to examine the mess of my face in the mirror: makeup wiped off to reveal a few spots around my chin; no lipstick, my lips looking thinner, less sensual; mascara running down my cheeks; hair like a tuft of straw.

"Do you think I'm weird, Dylan?"

He stopped pushing the flannel inside my arse in his attempt to remove every trace of shit, and looked at me through the mirror.

"I'm no expert ... but the girls I know come in three types." He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. The flannel cooled against my arse and made me shiver.

"Eighty percent want a boyfriend and do the normal things ... and ten percent want to fuck around ... like us."

"What happens to the other ten percent?"

"They're either not interested or dykes or junkies or really weird ... I keep well away from them."

"So there are lots like me ... who want to try everything?"

"That's the type I like the best."

"You know you can fuck me any time you like ... don't you?"

"I'm banking on it, you fucking slut."

"I want everything ... you know."

I watched Dylan's eyes narrow as the remark sunk in and he computed the possibilities. His dick nudged my arse, signalling its return to action.

"Would you like me to talk to a couple of my mates ... who could come round with me ... to give you a proper seeing to?"

I looked straight into the reflection of his eyes, his erection now hard against me, probing the cheeks of my arse. "That's exactly the sort of thing I'd love to try."

He didn't answer. There was no need. The look of lust on his face said everything. A smirk crossed his face. His top lip rose slightly on the right side of his face. He reached around me and took my tits in his large hands, and squeezed my nipples between his fingers as he pulled my body towards him. His dick pushed through the cheeks of my arse and beneath me to explore the entrance to my cunt.

I reached down to guide his dick inside me. Within seconds, he was working the full length of his erection in and out of me -- while we stared at each other in the mirror -- egging each other on to more sex.

"You know how to treat a girl, Dylan."

"You are a tremendous fuck."

"Like I said, Dylan ... I can take more ... lots more ... from you ... and your mates."

"I'll get on the case in the morning," he said, fucking me harder as I braced myself against the sink and pushed back into him. It didn't take long before I felt another gush of cum flood through my cunt and we stopped to catch our breath.

"It's what I want, Dylan ... lots of hard sex."

He lifted me up in his arms and kissed me and carried me to my bedroom and laid me on the bed. Within no time, we were licking and sucking each other again in soixante-neuf -- and his dick was growing in my mouth.

And that's how we spent the rest of the night: fucking and sucking and sleeping and waking each other up for another session -- until we declared a draw and slept like the dead -- spent and unable to take any more.

"I hope to hear from you soon," I said as I kissed him at the door when he left. He nodded without looking back.

I closed the door and decided not to tell Ashleigh anything about my forthcoming adventure with Dylan and his mates. That is: not until after the event. 



Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 09



This series of short stories chronicles the journey of Ashleigh and her friend Danielle, as they explore their sexuality, and progress from teenage sex to the wider reaches of sexual behaviour. They are written from different points of view, to give insight into how the experiences influence the individual characters.

Read the whole set of stories for a better understanding of the characters' motivation and personality, and watch their exploits unfold with people of both sexes, in single and group situations and within their families.





The late summer sun slanted through the window. I looked down from my window to watch the car draw up and park in the visitor's slot. They were early – a clear indication of how anxious they were to get on with it – as anxious as me.

It was my first time. I'd already made my mind up not to let it show, wanting the girls to believe threesomes were commonplace to me – after all, I was almost twice their age. As an insurance policy, I'd stopped wanking for the previous twenty-four hours and took Viagra a couple of hours earlier to make completely sure. I intended to satisfy this pair of sluts in any way they wanted.

My insurance policy began to pay dividends when I watched the girls emerge from the car. My erection was well underway as feelings of lust stirred deep in my stomach.

They both wore denim jackets. I knew there would be hardly anything underneath. From my vantage point, I hoped to look down their cleavages, but they covered up well. At least there were no neighbours around to see the shortness of their skirts: Ashleigh's in cream; Danielle's in red. The clicking of their stilettos was audible from my side of the double glazing.

They looked like any two girls you'd expect to see queuing outside a nightclub, ready for a bit of fun. But these were different. To them, sex was a social activity to be enjoyed and shared like any other. I was their plaything and could think of nothing to complain about.

The entry phone rang. I let them into the building. Judging from the level of noise as they came up the stairs, they were excited. The fits of giggling grew louder as they got closer. My erection was full on before they reached my door. I rearranged it in my pants.

I opened the door before they knocked. My gaze was met by two pretty faces: one with long dark hair; the other with bobbed, streaked hair; both of them flushed with expectation. They went immediately silent when I appeared. None of us spoke. We just nodded. They entered the apartment in front of me as if they owned the place, leaving a trail of perfume as thick as a cosmetics department.

They accepted the glass of the pink champagne I'd already poured, still hardly speaking. To relieve the tension, I raised my glass. "Here's to us," I said.

They looked at me and at each other and giggled. "Here's to sex," Ashleigh said, waving her glass in the air.

"Here's to threesomes," Danielle said, tossing back her streaked hair while she slugged at her champagne. 

We all laughed – a nervous laugh that heightened the tension. The alcohol seemed to go straight to our heads. We downed our drinks as if there was an unwritten agreement to get started with the main event. I decided to make the first move – and not to be too subtle – not with slags that loved cock.

"Right, girls ... when I put down this glass ... I'm going to bury my head in your two delicious pairs of tits ... and no arguing."

They giggled again and looked at each other and nodded – and rushed to hand me their empty glasses, as if to say: that's fine by us.

They threw their jackets to one side. Two gorgeous pairs of tits came on display, neither girl wearing a bra: Ashleigh's were slung in a white tank top; Danielle's heaved out of a black, low-slung tee shirt that showed off her great cleavage. The thin cotton tops showed their nipples in sharp relief.

"We dressed cheap and slutty," Danielle said, "just how you like it."

"You both look very sexy ... and very rude."

"We like to be rude ... don't we, Ash?" The girls giggled again as Danielle pulled down her tee-shirt to reveal the top of her nipples. "What you waiting for, John?"

"I'm admiring the show," I said, perching on the edge of the settee and beckoning them towards me. Their stilettos clicked on the oak flooring. I felt the temperature rise. The champagne made their faces flush even more red beneath their makeup.

Spoilt for choice, I grabbed at the spaghetti straps of Danielle's top and pulled them down her arms. Seams popped as her tits came into view. They dangled in front of my eyes and she shook them from side to side, to entice me.

"Tell me what you think of her tits, John," Ashleigh said, standing over me with a smirk on her face, her top lip rising slightly on the right side – and an 'I'm here to be fucked' look in her eyes.

"They are terrific ... big ... proud ... with nipples like door stops ... and that ring through her right nipple is begging for attention ... like this." I placed my finger through the ring and pulled. Her tit rose and she bent towards me.

"Suck it, John," Ashleigh said.

I needed no invitation and took her nipple and ring and as much of her tit into my mouth as I could – and sucked it until my cheeks hollowed.

"It's her turn now," said Danielle.

I kept her nipple in my mouth and reached over to Ashleigh, parting her long dark hair to place my thumbs under the straps of her white top. Moving quickly, I pulled the straps down and away from her hands to leave the top crumpled around her waist. Then I grabbed both of her tits and moved to take one in my mouth.

"That's what I like about John," Ashleigh said to Danielle over my head, "he knows exactly what he wants."

So as not to disappoint them, I took Ashleigh's right tit in one hand and Danielle's left tit in the other. Squashing them together, I managed to get both nipples in my mouth and sucked on them, hard. They both grew in size, enough to gag a man – but I held on in there, my face buried in the softness of delightful flesh.

Ashleigh reached her mouth over to Danielle's and they kissed and swapped tongues over me, while I continued to suck their nipples and press their tits together. I got a glimpse of the action in the mirror across the room. If this was what threesomes were about, I liked it – and we'd only just started. 

I hung on to their nipples with my mouth and freed my hands to search out beneath their skirts. I wasn't disappointed. Neither of them wore knickers. I found their cunts, naked, moist, and ready for action.

They carried on kissing while I fiddled around their cunts, trying to gain access with fingers. Ashleigh gyrated her hips and opened her legs to help; Danielle reached down and held her twat open for me. In no time I had two fingers from each hand up two different cunts at the same time.

Their nipples escaped from my mouth. I concentrated on their cunts while they carried on swapping saliva. For the first time in my life, I could compare the differences. I know cunts aren't all the same, but it is difficult to remember from one to the next what the differences are. 

Ashleigh felt tight. Danielle was easier to penetrate. I worked a third finger into her. She pulled her cunt wider and pushed down onto my hand to help me – such a slut.

By this time, they were sucking on each other's nipples. I got a front line seat watching two experts working away with their lips and teeth. I could tell what effect they were having on each other: both their cunts grew wetter, allowing my hands to penetrate deeper.

"You enjoying yourself down there?" I was asked, so carried away with finger fucking two beautiful women that I'd not realised they'd stopped working on each other's tits, to watch me.

"It's very nice ... thanks for asking," I said. An idea came into my mind. My fingers were dripping with cunt juice. I offered Ashleigh's to Danielle and vice versa. "Here try this ... tell me what you think."

"It's nice and tasty ... like perfume mixed with sweat and piss," said Ashleigh.

"You're a fucking pervert ... that's what I think," said Danielle, pushing the fingers back into her mouth and having a good suck at them.

"You're both right ... and for that you get a prize." I extricated my fingers from Danielle's lips and crossed the room to the bookcase. "Here's a present for each of you."

They took the white, shoebox-sized parcels from me, looked at each other and giggled. Ashleigh shook hers, but there was no sound. Danielle pulled on the pink ribbon, anxious to open it to see what it was. I couldn't take my eyes off their tits – young and prominent and naked and full of opportunity. My erection groaned inside my pants.

Danielle was first to her present. "Wow, you dirty bastard ... I love it," she said, waving it in front of Ashleigh, who started to demolish the box to get at hers.

"I've got the same," Ashleigh said, turning the end of the pink vibrator to see if it worked. It buzzed. "Thank you, John ... it's what I've always wanted."

"Look at me," Danielle said, lifting her skirt and stuffing the vibrator up her cunt, which was so well lubricated that it went in almost to the maximum.

"Let's have a better look," I said, unfastening her skirt at the side and dropping it down around her ankles. 

She kicked off her skirt and shoes, sat on the edge of the settee and leaned back and opened her legs wide and worked the full length of the vibrator inside her cunt, fixing the rabbit onto her clit. "Is that a better view?"

Ashleigh and I crouched down on the rug in front of her while she played the vibrator in and around her cunt, pulling on her nipple ring at the same time. She was gone, totally unembarrassed by being watched as she masturbated.

It was the trigger for Ashleigh to fall on me and start pulling off my tee-shirt and grabbing my cock through my trousers as I fought to get them off. My erection was gigantic. She swallowed my eight and three-quarter inches in a gulp, half-gagging as it went down her throat, one hand fondling my balls at the same time. 

I needed to suck her cunt, so turned her around and stuck my tongue inside her to taste and drink the love dew. I found her clit and sucked and bit at it. She breathed heavily so I knew I'd hit the right spot.

All the excitement and anticipation and lust of our threesome exploded in that moment. Ashleigh arched her back and thrust her cunt at my mouth, indicating she was about to reach a climax. The feeling in my balls told me I was about to cum. Danielle was snorting and swearing about how she was about to cum, too.

It happened in sequence: Danielle let out a loud, deep groan and gasped as she reached orgasm; Ashleigh spat out my cock and called me a fucking bastard, then fell in a heap beneath me as she came to her orgasm. I was nearly there.

"Get on the settee, Ashleigh ... next to Danielle," I ordered. They both knew what was about to happen and sat there, anxious for me to finish.

"Are you ready for this?" They nodded and opened their mouths. Danielle stuck out her tongue. I wanked at my cock a few more times, watching the expectation on their faces, the excitement in their eyes. 

Cum gushed out – enough to spray around both faces – followed by another dozen spurts. I thanked the heavens for my insurance policies.

Cum went everywhere: in their mouths; in their eyes; up their noses; across their foreheads and cheeks; into their hair. They laughed and gagged and swallowed and licked the translucent goo from around their lips. As it turned to liquid, it ran down their noses, through their eyebrows, down and off their chins, and onto their tits.

I licked the sticky drops from around Ashleigh's mouth, built up a layer on my tongue, and offered it to Danielle. She sucked on it and mixed it with her saliva and swallowed it down. Then we all licked and sucked cum off each other, until it was all used up.

"You're a fucking pervert, John," Ashleigh said.

"I love sharing the taste of cum ... you both know that by now."

"That's only for starters," Danielle said, "I want to do everything with both of you ... and to both of you."

"That's why I bought the vibrators," I said, "why don't you two go and settle in the bedroom ... I'll replenish the drinks and join you."

When I arrived in the bedroom with three glasses of pink champagne, they'd thrown back the bedclothes, and Danielle's head was clamped between the wide-open legs of Ashleigh, who was sucking on her own right nipple. I took a slug of wine and placed the glasses on the bedside table. They ignored me.

I switched the DVD player on, and some porn came on the television on the wall opposite the bed. It's not that I needed to watch the porn – there was plenty going on with Ashleigh and Danielle to watch – but playing in the background, it added a further dimension of sleaze to the proceedings. I knew the scene well: two studs double penetrating a blonde slag. It seemed the perfect addition.

Before that night, I'd only seen two girls having sex in a porn film. In real life, the sounds and smells grabbed me: Ashleigh and Danielle were grunting and slurping and squealing with pleasure; the room thick with perfume and sweat, and a faint residue of cum.

I sat on the edge of the bed to watch, knowing my cock needed time to recover. The signs looked good: my erection responded as the show progressed.

Ignoring me, the girls moved to suck each other's cunts, Ashleigh on top. They spent more time licking and caressing than I would – I'd dive straight in with my fingers and my mouth. Their more delicate approach seemed to produce the same results. In no time, they were both breathing like they were rounding the last bend in the four hundred metres.

Then they dug deeper inside each other. Danielle grabbed Ashleigh's hair, pushing her head hard onto her cunt. As she held it there, their bodies started to thrash around in unison, and then they started to shout at each other between the panting of their breath. 

It was enthralling. My cock agreed. It grew to its full length in my hand. I wanked at it slowly, to make it ready for the next encounter, unable to take my eyes off the drama in front of me, aware of another on the TV.

Ashleigh came first: she raised her head from Danielle's clutches and let out a long, drawn out gasp, working own her cunt backwards and forwards against Danielle's mouth.

"Don't stop ... you fucking bitch," Danielle said, pushing Ashleigh's head back against her cunt.

Ashleigh attacked her with vigour, the previous gentle approach abandoned. Her hand moved in, fingers disappeared into Danielle's cunt while she sucked on her clit. 

It didn't take long. "Stop, you fucking bitch ... I can't take any more," Danielle shouted. Ashleigh ignored her and kept going until she was thrown off by Danielle arching her back and thrashing her body from side to side.

They lay there for a while, pulling in air and blowing it out through pursed lips, eyes closed. Danielle kept her hands tight against her cunt, holding onto the orgasm, wanting to retain the pleasure.

The only sounds came from the TV as a black stud was pumping his enormous cock inside the arse of a white bitch with enormous tits. The girls slowly stirred, opened their eyes, and lay there watching the scene, their breath shallow, their bodies exuding an aroma of perfume and sweat, entangled with the unmistakeable smell of sex.

Ashleigh's eyes turned to me. "Did you enjoy watching that?"

"It was wonderful to see two young women totally at ease with their sexuality ... giving the performance of their lives ... better than watching porn."

"I'd like to watch women having sex one day," she said, "though, I'm sure I'd wank myself stupid if I did."

"You mean, like me?"

"You're a dirty fucker, John."

"I think it's time you got involve," Danielle said. "My cunt is groaning to be fucked."

"Your cunt's always ready to be fucked, bitch," Ashleigh said.

I didn't need any more invitations, swung my legs onto the bed, and settled down between the girls. They both turned towards me and I became the filling in the sandwich, another ambition achieved.

Within seconds, both of them descended on my cock. I put my hands behind my head and left them to get on with it while I examined the white paint on the ceiling. A tongue licked me. A pair of lips enveloped my knob-end and started sucking at it. At the same time, the licking continued in a line down my dick and back again. 

I looked down. The girls were licking each other's tongue and my dick at the same time. When Ashleigh saw me watching, she took it into her mouth and sucked on it, the half-moons of her eyes staring up into mine. At the same time, Danielle licked down my length. Then, they changed roles. I leaned back again, to enjoy the action. 

One of them took my whole length in her mouth; the other sucked on my balls – and I got one of those moments where the hurt and pleasure became equally intense. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, while my knob-end was being chewed, my balls squeezed and my dick wanked, all at the same time.

Then, my dick was being wanked hard. I knew it was Ashleigh from her position. Her attempt to hurt me was nothing compared to when her mother wanked me to within an inch of my life. 

"Why don't you cum, you fucker?"

"Because the evening is young and I'm saving it for later."

"We'll see about that," Danielle said, straddling me, pulling her cunt wide open and placing it over my mouth. "Keep working on that fucking dick, Ash ... I want to gag him with my twat."

It was the threesome men dream of – two sexy young women trying their best to get me to orgasm, taking advantage of my body. I reached up to grab Danielle's tits and pushed my tongue as far into her cunt as I could.

"I love that, John ... give me more," she said, working her cunt backwards and forwards over my mouth.

I tried to oblige, but it became increasing difficult with Ashleigh pulling back my foreskin hard as she wanked me, sucking and biting my knob-end in between. I could have easily let her bring me off, but decided to move onto something else.

I rolled Danielle's twat away from my mouth, pushed her around and lined the three of us up. "Suck her cunt ... while I fuck you from behind," I ordered.

The girls needed no encouragement from me. In seconds, Danielle was on all fours. Then, she took hold of Ashleigh's ankles, opened her legs wide and dived into her cunt. I watched a look of ecstasy cross Ashleigh's face as I placed my cock against Danielle's soaking twat.

As I pushed into Danielle, her body moved forward, ramming her mouth against Ashleigh's cunt. I pulled out. She relaxed. I built up a rhythm that developed into a ripple effect – where I pushed at one end and Ashleigh got the full force of Danielle's tongue at the other. Soon, we were grunting and groaning together.

"My turn ... my turn," shouted Ashleigh. We jostled around until my cock was embedded in her cunt and she was chewing at Danielle's cunt. "I've always wanted to suck cunt while being fucked from behind."

"Fuck her as hard as you can," Danielle shouted at me.

I obliged and rammed into Ashleigh, the wetness of her naked cunt slapping around the base of my shaven cock with every thrust.

Danielle looked at me, her eyes narrowing, her mouth thinning into a cruel smirk. "I want to see you fuck her up the arse," she said, "nice and tight ... and dirty ... with shit flicking everywhere.

"Oh, yes please," Ashleigh said, lifting her head from Danielle's cunt.

"Get the jelly from the side drawer, Danielle ... then slap some on her arsehole and work it around for me.

Danielle obliged. She took a good dollop and dropped it straight on Ashleigh's arsehole. "Keep still, bitch," she said as the sphincter contracted when the gel touched it.




Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 09



"It's cold."

"Stop complaining ... it'll get red hot any time soon."

Danielle extracted my cock from Ashleigh's cunt and sucked at the glistening love juice that covered it. "I love the taste of your cunt, Ash," she said.

"Let's see how you like the taste after John's fucked me up the arse."

"Shut up, bitch, and bend over further," Danielle said, clasping the back of Ashleigh's neck and pushing her head down into the bed. 

She smoothed some gel over my cock and massaged and wanked at it at the same time. Then she guided it towards Ashleigh's open arsehole, encouraging me to push inside her. 

Ashleigh groaned quietly as my bell-end pushed beyond her sphincter. I held it there for a moment to allow her to adjust to the pressure. There's nothing quite like the feeling of an arsehole holding your dick tightly, and then relaxing slowly as it accepts the intruder.

"Get on with it ... fuck her hard," Danielle said.

"I'm getting there ... don't be too impatient ... or I'll cum too quickly ... and there won't be anything left for me to fuck your arse with later."

"I'll suck your dick until it reaches its full eight and three-quarter inches."

"And I'll watch you begging him to stop while he fucks the shit out of you," muttered Ashleigh, her head buried in the of bed clothes.

"You ready, Ashleigh?"

"Of course she is ... fucking get on with it," Danielle said, grabbing my cock and pushing it further into Ashleigh's arse.

I went further inside. Ashleigh's sigh encouraged to Danielle to nod at me and push harder. I withdrew slightly and pushed in again. Ashleigh whimpered. I decided she was ready, withdrew slightly again, and then pushed in up to the hilt. Ashleigh took a deep breath, signalling that she could feel every inch.

"Now let's see you fuck her really hard," said Danielle, leaning over to look from one side, her tits dangling down, brushing against Ashleigh's back.

I obliged and fucked at Ashleigh's arsehole like I'd never fucked before. Danielle shouted me on, while working her hand beneath Ashleigh. Before long, I could feel her fingers working against my cock as they played inside Ashleigh's cunt.

"I can feel your dick, John," Danielle said, "I want to suck her cunt ... turn her over."

Between us, Danielle and I manoeuvred Ashleigh's body around: me with my cock embedded up her arse, my hands holding onto her tits; her with her fingers still working up her cunt; and Ashleigh enjoying every minute of it.

It ended up with me underneath, my cock fully inside Ashleigh's arse, and Danielle on all fours sucking at her cunt, her fingers still lost inside her.

"Is that what you wanted to watch, Danielle ... me fucking John with my arse ... like that bitch on the TV behind you."

She took her lips from Ashleigh's cunt to answer. "I want you to fuck me up the arse at the same time," she said, handing Ashleigh the vibrator I gave her earlier.

"Lube it up for me, bitch," Ashleigh said, grinding her arse into my cock. "Then turn around."

Within no time, Ashleigh had worked the vibrator up Danielle's arse – and both them were grunting and snorting and grinding with satisfaction.

Danielle took hold of the vibrator, held it firmly in place, turned herself around, and offered her naked cunt to Ashleigh, who didn't hesitate to lean forward to suck at its luscious juices.

And that's how we ended up: me with my cock up Ashleigh's arse and fucking her as hard as I could, my fingers pulling on her nipples; Danielle fucking her own arse with a vibrator; Ashleigh sucking Danielle's cunt, while working her hand furiously on her own. The porn on the TV competed with us – and we were winning easily.

It couldn't last. Something had to give.

I felt my balls contract and knew I was about to shoot my load up Ashleigh's arse. I let it cum and let out a deep roar as I pushed into her with every spurt. Her arsehole contracted. She stopped sucking Danielle's cunt, sat up, gave her own cunt one last stroke with her fingers, and roared with me as she reached orgasm.

That left Danielle. She was lying on her back, legs open, back arched, her vibrator lost inside her arse, her fingers playing with her twat, watching women sucking cunt on the TV behind her, lost in a world of her own. She heaved and let out a low groan, closing her eyes to concentrate on her orgasm.

Then we collapsed into a heap: my cock firmly stuck inside Ashleigh; the vibrator almost lost up Danielle's arse; the action on the TV the only thing to move.

We were all stunned with the effort and needed to recover. Eventually, Danielle spoke from behind closed eyes. "I love sex ... fucking love everything about it," she said. Ashleigh and I agreed with her. The two girls cuddled up close to me and we all fell asleep, spent.

It was fully dark when I woke up. The porn film had finished, white noise filling the TV screen. The girls snoozed quietly beside me. I was submerged between soft white flesh that felt lovely as I considered how lucky I'd been to meet such passionate, erotic and plain dirty women. The smile on my face grew so wide it made my cheeks ache.

My cock was pressed hard against Ashleigh's stomach. As I looked down, the first stirrings of an erection began to spread through my groin. The night lay ahead of us, and I intended to make the most of it. My smile grew wide enough to stop a bus.

My thoughts disturbed the girls. Danielle started to grind the wetness of her cunt into my leg; Ashleigh's hand began stroking my cock. Within no time, we started to kiss and caress and suck and fuck – and that about sums up the rest of the night – sucking and fucking with champagne everywhere and lots of dirty anal.



Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 10



This series of short stories chronicles the journey of Ashleigh and her friend Danielle, as they explore their sexuality, and progress from teenage sex to the wider reaches of sexual behaviour. They are written from different points of view, to give insight into how the experiences influence the individual characters.

Read the whole set of stories for a better understanding of the characters' motivation and personality, and watch their exploits unfold with people of both sexes, in single and group situations, and within their families.

I sat outside the house for ages, watching women arrive, every one of them alone. Some looked vaguely familiar. All of them wore long coats and I knew, as Geeta's girlies, they were probably naked underneath. The looks of determination on their faces told me they felt like I did: anxious for an evening of sex and deprivation. 

The thought of naked bodies concealed beneath those coats sent tingles through me, forcing me adjust my position in the seat. It's what I came for, uninhibited sex with a group of women who wanted exactly the same.

I didn't intend to be among the first. Just the opposite, I wanted to arrive when the party was in full swing. Then I could join in to whatever was happening. The vision of naked flesh sent more thrills through me, and I wriggled in my seat as the dampness of my cunt turned to wet and began to seep between the tops of my legs.

After about half an hour, it looked like all the girlies had arrived. So I got out of the car, making sure to pull my trench coat around me so that nobody could guess that I was only wearing a pair of red high-heeled shoes.

The door was open when I pushed at it. I entered, to be greeted by Geeta. She had a thin negligee draped around her and I could see the outline of her large nipples.

"I'm so pleased you came, Ashleigh," she said as we air-kissed.

"I couldn't wait ... but didn't want to be first."

"There's only one rule ... we don't use names ... just go and enjoy yourself ... everyone will welcome you."

I took off my coat, draped it over a chair on top of others, and kicked off my shoes.

"With a figure like yours ... you'll be a great favourite, Ashleigh. There are groups in the lounge and upstairs ... with a small bedroom if you want more privacy ... OK?"

"I'm sure I'll soon get the hang of it."

"Go ... enjoy ... there's nibbles and wine in the kitchen if you want them," Geeta said, steering me towards the door of the lounge.

The room was lighter than I expected. A tide of perfume, tinged with sweat and the smell of sex, greeted my arrival. My eyes were drawn to the large television screen at the opposite end, showing a group of lesbians having sex. 

I nearly tripped over the futons laid out on the floor where about half a dozen women were cavorting in a mass of arms and legs and heads -- their grunts and snorts competing with the lesbian movie. Another couple were humping each other in soixante-neuf on the couch against the left-hand wall, next to a young redhead pleasuring herself with a bright pink vibrator. Two women stood by the open kitchen door at the far end of the room, sipping red wine.

The oohing and ahhing of the porn stars on the TV became more audible as everyone in the room stopped -- and every eye fixed on me. I didn't care. It's what I came for -- to be the desire of every woman in that room -- to have another sexual fantasy fulfilled. I stuck out my tits and my arse to give them a pose. To let them see what was on offer.

One of the women by the kitchen door moved in my direction. She looked familiar. Her streaked, shoulder length hair swayed in tune with a heavy pair of tits, topped with proud nipples pierced with horizontal bars. The width of her hips and her sagging stomach indicated her age to be about twice mine. In the unusual context of the situation, it took me a while to recognise her. 

She was almost at my side before I realised it was Danielle's mother, Joanne. I felt my blood pressure rise and hoped I wasn't blushing. She put a finger to my lips to ensure I said nothing, a naughty glint in her dark brown eyes.

"No names, remember?"

I nodded in reply, too numbed by her presence to talk. Anyway, what could I possibly say to a woman I'd known most of my life?

"I always took you to be a confident girl," she said, "and you've grow up into a real cock pleaser ... a beauty with wonderful tits ... a lovely round arse ... a perfect figure." 

She ran her hand down my side and over my arse as if to emphasise the remark. It made me shudder.

"You're the last person I expected to see here," I said, trying to get my breath back.

"Geeta's very clever at choosing her girlies ... we're all the same ... highly sexed ... bisexual ... and willing to try anything."

"That's me ... I've been looking forward to this for weeks." I felt the tension ebbing from my body as my confidence returned.

"You must try out what's on offer upstairs, too," she said, leaning forward and kissing me full on the lips. 

Her red lipstick slipped around on my pink as our tongues delved into each other's mouth. I grabbed at her tits. She grabbed at mine and pulled on my nipples, before dropping to her knees to take one into her mouth and start sucking at it.

Joanne pulled me down onto the futons, forcing a space between a black girl and an overweight blonde, both also older than me. Her hand worked its way between my legs. I separated them to give her better access and felt several fingers slide inside me.

"You're very wet," she said, breathing heavily into my face.

"What do you expect when two over-sexed bisexuals meet?"

"I expect to suck your cunt and make you cum ... you dirty little bitch."

I took that as a signal to kneel up and grab her ankles and pull her towards me while I stretched her legs wide. The leer on her face gave me full approval, willing me to keep going. I leaned down into her, bending her knees as my head approached her wide open cunt. I studied it briefly, inhaling the sweet smell of sex. It was fat and pink and moist with more folds of skin than I'd seen on a cunt before -- I took that to be a sign of age and use.

My tongue circled around her outer labia as it searched out a route through to the juicy centre. She moaned quietly as her cunt opened around my tongue. I delved deeper into the darkness. The delicious taste surprised me. I stopped and looked up at her.

"You taste of cum, you dirty bitch."

"That's my husband ... he gets randy when he knows I'm coming here ... always give me a brisk fuck first."

"He's always looking at my tits."

"When I get home ... I tell him what I've done ... and we fuck like animals until we exhaust each other."

"I always suspected you were a pair of dirty bastards."

"You can spend the night with us any time ... we'd both love that."

I dug my tongue back into her cunt while I considered her offer, and wondered how I was going to tell Danielle about fucking her mother. I looked up again and moved up, my lips close to her ear.

"Have you ... like ... you know ... done anything with Danielle?" I asked quietly, not wanting the black girl alongside us hear anything.

"We'd never do that ... not unless she wanted to come to us," she whispered back.

I took that as a definite no. 

"Jim and I get very excited when we hear you girls in her bedroom ... you make so much noise ... we know you're having sex."

"She must have inherited it from you, Joanne."

"Like you did from your mother? And cut out the names."

I ignored the comment and stuck my tongue in her mouth, leaving it there while she sucked on her own cunt juice tasting of her husband's cum. 

I pulled back and looked her squarely in her brown eyes. "I love sex ... and want to try everything."

"Come around anytime ... you know where we live."

"Would you like me to encourage Danielle to join us?"

"That's for you girls to decide."

"From what she's told me ... I'm sure she'd love to ... leave it to me ... I'll find a way."

She didn't answer but the expression of joy in her eyes told me my answer hit the right spot. Who wouldn't want to have sex with Danielle? She loves it as much as I do and wants to try everything, too. Anyway, she once told me how she'd love to sleep between her parents -- like she did as a child -- but now as an adult -- and I knew exactly what she meant.

I swivelled around and placed my cunt at Joanne's disposal as I thrust my tongue back into hers. Judging from the frenzy of her attack on me, I could tell she was aroused at the thought of me arranging for Danielle to fuck, and be fucked, by her mother and father.

I searched out her clit and sucked on it until it started to grow between my lips. She was doing the same to me and I felt a few fingers slip inside me. I pushed three fingers into Joanne and felt her body stiffen beneath me as she exhaled loudly.

I tried to open her legs wider, but the black girl beside us was in the way. I forced the fourth finger in and pushed my hand in harder, searching out behind and above her clit until I found her G-spot. 

Within seconds, she was snorting and shouting at me to make her cum and telling me what a fucking bitch I was. The rest of the room must have heard -- the thought of which made me work harder on her twat -- I wanted to show them what I could do -- and wanted to do it to every one of them.

Then she bit and sucked harder on my clit and her fingers were inside my cunt and up my arse and I was loving it and got to that point where I couldn't tell what was happening down there and want the feeling to go on and on, taking me higher and higher. 

We both came at about the same time, screaming about how we loved sex with women and in public and how we loved being bisexuals and that it was the best sex we'd ever had. The latest sex is always the best to me.

I let the orgasm throb through my body, and couldn't say how long it took for my senses to return. The weeks I'd waited for that moment had been worth it. 

I wanted more. 

My head was firmly nuzzled against the side of the black girl. I moved my arm and found her breast. A further movement and my mouth fastened around her nipple. I sucked on it and it grew in my mouth -- and I felt great because I was moving on to another partner without any fuss or bother -- as if the most natural thing in the world was to have sex with strangers. 

The black girl lifted my head and kissed me on the lips. She tasted of twat. I suppose I did too. In no time, we were exploring each other's mouth with our tongues and our hands were reaching down between each other' legs to the smoothness of our naked pubic areas and down the slits to move inside each other's cunt.

I shuffled down to her cunt and smelt the sex on it, which told me I wasn't the first person that evening to have played with it. I licked around its edge while I opened it up wide to inspect the pinkness inside the metallic blue of her labia that blended into the blackness of her skin. She tasted of exotic spices and sweat and piss. I pulled her legs apart and probed the space with my tongue.

Her clit was prominent and large enough to suck into my mouth, like an extra nipple. She was underneath me, sucking and licking my twat and playing her fingers in and out and around my arsehole.

"Suck me bitch," she instructed in muffled tones, "make me cum ... like you did to that last bitch ... if you make me shout and shake ... I'll give you a bonus."

I had no idea what she was talking about, but didn't care -- I just wanted to share an orgasm with her. I probed inside her cunt with my fingers and searched out her G-spot. Her body clenched almost rigid when I started to work on it. We were both snorting and swearing at each other by this time. I became aware of being watched, and hoped all the dirty bitches were enjoying the show.

The black girl clamped her large mouth and lips so tightly to my cunt that I felt I'd cum first. I worked harder on her to catch up -- believing she'd never cum -- while I was about to explode.

Then she let out an almighty wail and started telling me what a dirty bitch I was. A wave of contractions ran through my body. My eyes opened wide as I fought for breath and allowed the orgasm to take me over. 

She reached down and held her cunt open. Her body twitched above me. A splash of liquid hit my face, bringing me back to my senses. She twitched again and I watched as a colourless liquid shot from her cunt. 

It landed on my nose and ran down, like thin cum. It was slightly sweet and tinctured with the unmistakeable taste of sex. The twitches continued. With each one, she groaned and pushed down and another shot squirted on my face.

I assumed this was the bonus she promised and tried to catch them with my tongue but missed most, my face getting covered in her cum. After about a dozen, they turned into oozes, which I licked away from her cunt when they appeared. Each time, she let out a low murmur, indicating I was hitting the exact spot. 

"Wow," she growled quietly, "nobody's made me cum like that for ages."

"I've never seen anybody do that before."

"Girl, you're a natural ... even though you're the youngest here ... I must get your address ... you must come over ... meet my husband ... you know," she said, licking her cum from around my lips before sinking her tongue into my mouth.

Before I could reply, an instruction was barked out from somewhere behind me. I recognised Geeta's voice. "Right girlies ... it's time to form a daisy chain."

As I wiped the cum from my face with the back of my hand, the overweight blonde who I first saw entwined with the black girl when I arrived, shuffled in front of me, legs open, offering her shaven cunt. 

"I want you to do to me what you just did to her," she said, gesturing in the direction of the black girl.

I smiled and moved onto my hands and knees, my arse in the air -- ready to attack her twat. Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed my buttocks from behind. I looked around to see the dark eyes of the young redhead studying my arsehole. She smiled briefly. 

Then everything happened at once.

A ripple of activity moved through the room as everyone began to pay attention to the sex on offer in front of them. I thrust my tongue into the blonde's cunt. As her face was covered in another cunt, all I could see was someone else's pale arse. 

Meanwhile, the redhead ran her tongue up from my cunt and across my arsehole, licking it back and forth. It was warm and soft and moist -- and sent a shudder up through my stomach to my nipples, and played around for a moment in my head before descending to make my clit contract. I clamped my mouth on the blonde's cunt and searched inside for her G-spot.

I felt the redhead push her thumb against the inside of my clit and work it against her fingers on the outside. I could only imagine what some other woman was doing to her cunt, as it was impossible to see past the mass of bodies. Her tongue rimmed my arsehole again -- another wave of pleasure spread through me and my body tensed.

I worked as hard as I could on the blonde's cunt, getting her towards orgasm, but my attention kept being taken with the continuous spasms working through me as the redhead kept working my arsehole and cunt.

The room filled with grunting and moaning and shuffling about, the noise of the porn video in the background spurring us on to bigger and better things.

"I'm going to cum," said a voice.

"Keep going," said another.

"Suck my cunt ... you fucking bitch."

"Keep working on my arsehole ... you fucking genius," I said, totally carried away between what was in front of me and what was behind, but not really aware of what I was saying, or doing.

The noise level increased. The taste and smell of sex filled my senses. The breathing became louder. The panting became sharper. Some were blowing hard. A shriek came from somewhere. A shout of 'don't stop' came from somewhere else -- accompanied by 'yes -- yes -- yes'.

It felt like the room itself reached orgasm when everyone seemed to climax at about the same time. Then we were all struggling for breath -- as if we'd completed a marathon, and all been winners. Then someone laughed and another joined in and a ripple of applause rang out.

I was too engrossed in holding onto my orgasm to join in. I lay there and held one of my tits, squeezing my nipple between my finger and thumb, my other hand working slowly on my clit. 

"I must get you number," the redhead said to me.

"Me too," said the blonde.

My diary was filling up. All I could think about was the fun Danielle and I could have with this lot. Then I remembered her mother, Joanne, and wondered how I'd deal with that one.

There was a lull in the room and the porn movie took centre stage again. Conversations broke out while some of the girlies went into the kitchen for some food and drink. I stayed on the futons and laid on my back and sort of drifted off.

My slumber was interrupted by the sound of women starting to regroup on the futons around me. I needed a piss, so refused the approaches of an overweight couple, and went upstairs.

After my toilet, I made a quick inspection of the bedrooms. One was locked. A couple were sucking each other off on a single bed in the second.

Most of the activity came from the largest bedroom. One girlie was spread out on a large bed, the centre of attention of four others: one with a mass of frizzy hair sat on her face; two others working on a large pair of tits; another with a dyed-black ponytail had her head deep inside the open stretched legs of the girlie.

It was impossible to tell much about the girlie, other than she had streaked blonde hair and, from the thickness of her thighs, was carrying a bit of weight. I felt she was older than me, but couldn't be sure. She sure seemed to be enjoying the attention. 

My arrival at the door caused a slight halt in proceedings. The frizzy hair straddling the girlie giggled, and narrowed her eyes at a mousy haired woman who looked up from sucking one of the girlie's nipples. Mischief was written on their faces as they shared information unknown to me.

"Come and have some fun with this," said the black ponytail who still had a couple of fingers stuck up the girlie's cunt. "She loves it," she said, casting a glance at mousy hair, who giggled.

The shaven cunt looked inviting. It was large and pink and puffy following lots of attention from these and, for all I knew, many other women. The vulva protruded, its moistness inviting the attention of my tongue. 

I didn't hesitate to lick around the labia and move inside to drink from this fountain of sex. It tasted delicious, reminding me of crushed rose petals and sweat -- similar to the taste of my fingers after I masturbate to orgasm.

"Give it everything you've got," the black ponytail said into my ear, "she loves it ... get some fingers inside her ... up her arse ... she likes that." The other women giggled, one of them laughed out loud.

The two working on her tits stopped and stood with the black ponytail to watch me. Determined to show these girlies I could do at least as much as them, I gave it everything. The frizzy straddle monkey turned around to look at me and continued to grind her cunt into the face of the girlie on the bed -- not that I cared -- I was too engrossed with the juicy cunt in front of me.

"Keep going."

"Make her suffer ... she can take anything this one."

"Are you enjoying this down there?" the frizzy hair said to the woman beneath her. A muffled sound of affirmation came back from down below. All four of the women laughed out loud. I was too busy to realise the significance.

The next I knew, the four women were stood around me in a circle -- watching me give the girlie a good sucking while I worked my fingers in her twat and up her arse. I felt her body tense beneath me as I massaged her G-spot. Then she let out a loud wail and snorted like a horse as I brought her to orgasm.




Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 10



The audience clapped. I disengaged from the twat, pleased with my success. The girlie looked up and started to thank me. Then disaster happened.

"Mum," I said in amazement, "I didn't know ... these bitches egged me on ... I wouldn't ... you know ... if I'd known it was you."

I dashed out of the room with the laughter of the four women ringing in my ears -- they knew all along -- and the others downstairs, including Geeta. The faint timbre of my mother's voice was lost in the noise as an argument broke out behind me.

Within seconds, I put on my trench coat and shoes. As I turned to leave, the black girlie thrust a business card in my hand.

"Give me a ring ... please."

I nodded and dashed out of the house, dreading the consequences.



Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 11



This series of short stories chronicles the journey of Ashleigh with her friends and relations, as she explores her sexuality, and progresses from teenage sex to the wider reaches of sexual behaviour. They are written from different points of view, to give insight into how the experiences influence the individual characters.

Read the whole set of stories for a better understanding of the characters' motivation and personality, and watch their exploits unfold with people of both sexes, in single and group situations and within their families.



The house was empty when I arrived back from Geeta's party. I threw off my coat and stood in front of the tall mirror in my bedroom – and examined myself in full nudity in the half-light of my bedside lamps. 

My naked cunt was sensitive to the touch from all the work done on it. It felt like a ripe plum in my hand. It throbbed. I winced. I squeezed and a rush of pain and passion and excitement ran through my body. I love that feeling when my body's all tingling after sex.

"What a pity I couldn't stay," I thought, feeling cheated, "just one more bitch to make me cum one last time ... that would have been perfect."

Then I started to worry: How would I get out of this one? How could I explain it to Mum? What could I possibly say to her? How would she react? Would she call me a slut and kick me out?

I spoke to myself in the mirror. "It's too late for excuses ... my only option is to confess ... get it out in the open ... accept my punishment." 

"She might be my mother," I said, squeezing my cunt again to get another burst of tingle through my body, "but we're both women of a certain type ... the type that love sex and depravity and want everything ... from girl-on-girl stuff to vigorous hardcore."

"Perhaps I should celebrate being one of few women who have sex with their mother."

I was getting into this. My voice rose as I snarled at my image and shouted at the bitch in the mirror as if she was my enemy – my tits thrust out in defiance. I began to rehearse what I'd say to her when the confrontation came, rambling around different arguments to defend myself. 

"I'm not a bad girl ... I don't get out of my mind on drink ... or do drugs ... or have tattoos and piercings ... and I look after my appearance, keeping slim and fit."

"I've done nothing more than you did at my age ... so I turned out like you ... so what?"

"You've spent a lifetime flaunting your body at men and women ... enjoying sex ... so why not me?" 

I ran my hand down and around my right breast, down my side, down my waist, around my hips, around my arse, down my thigh and back up to feel the smoothness of my shaved pubic area. I loved my body. I gave my cunt another squeeze to produce another rush of excitement.

"So get off my case, bitch ... I'll do what I want ... if you don't like it .... you can go and fuck yourself."

"It's your fault really ... what an example you set ... I must have inherited your genes."

I felt better once I'd arrived at the conclusion that my mother was a fucking slut and she made me the way I am.

I remembered the business card in my coat pocket, the one given to me by the black woman with big tits and voluptuous arse – the stranger I'd brought to orgasm – who squirted lady cum all over my face – the dirty bitch. The thought made me laugh out loud. The memory sent a quiver from my head to my clit. 

I read her name: Jessica. Call me, she said; come and spend a night with me and my partner. I couldn't wait to meet them and work on her cunt until it sprayed more lady cum all over my face, while he fucked me from behind. 

Perhaps an eighteen year old girl like me ought to feel embarrassed by thoughts like that – but I didn't. Just the opposite – I felt excited. Another tingle ran through me at the thought of meeting two strangers for sex.

"Wait until I tell Danielle," I thought. Then I remembered bringing her mother, Joanne, to a shuddering climax – and her inviting me to fuck with her and her husband, Bill. Explaining to Danielle how I fucked her parents was going to be harder than talking to my mother.

Only after I'd got those thoughts from my mind did I notice my face was wrecked: my mascara was spread around my eyes and across my cheeks; my makeup and lipstick and the extra layers of gloss were gone – probably deposited around the cunts of Geeta's bitches. A thin, dried-on layer of Jessica's cum glistened on my nose – I could still taste its sweet saltiness – dirty bitch.

I let my almost-black hair out of its ponytail and shook it down across my shoulders, my pink nipples stuck upwards and outwards in response to the lewdness of my thoughts. 

"I'm beautiful," I thought, without conceit, "I can get any man or woman I want." I laughed out loud. "Who could resist my pouty lips and my tits and my shaven cunt ... and my willingness to share them around?"

"I'm my own woman and can do anything I like ... have sex with anyone, anytime, anywhere ... even with my own mother." An involuntary shudder of excitement shot through me. It felt weird to be turned on by my own mother. I didn't care.

After a piss, I fell into bed without washing, so not to lose the smell of sex. Sleep was impossible. The events of the evening churned in my head – until I began to resent not finishing on a high with a final orgasmic flourish. 

I reached into my bedside drawer for the vibrator that John gave me when Danielle and I went for the threesome. Nobody was home but me. It was time to make as much noise as I wanted – and fulfil my need to bring the evening to a climax.

My cunt was well lubricated from the action earlier in the evening, so the full length of the vibrator easily slipped inside me. I threw off the sheet and got onto my hands and knees – my arse in the air – the vibrator at full throttle. I knew it wouldn't take long to bring myself off.

Turning the vibrator around inside my cunt, I held it hard against me, and directed the rabbit onto my arsehole. I gasped as I pushed it inside and held it there with one hand, my fingers stroking around my clit. The rabbit worked wonders on my arse, the tips of my fingers circling in and out of my arsehole.

I soon entered the world where the only thing that matters is the pleasure playing around your erogenous zones and through your head. That place where everything blends into one sensation and you don't quite know what's best – up your cunt or your arsehole or the tingling that pulses through your body and your nipples – as the sensation flows in and around you.

My breathing got heavier. Saliva drained from my mouth to wet the pillow. My mind buzzed with images of women and shaven cunts and tight arseholes and men with big dicks up my cunt and filling my mouth with spicy cum. I thrashed about, working the sex toy on myself harder and harder.

When the orgasm came my cunt contracted around the vibrator, and gripped it tight. At the same time, my arsehole contracted around the rabbit, and gripped that. I felt my clit pulsing against my fingers, held tight inside my cunt. My body began to spasm, then again and again. 

It was one of the most explosive orgasms I'd ever experienced – as if the stress built up during the anticipation of Geeta's party; and fucking about inside the cunts and arseholes of a bunch of strangers; and bringing my own mother to a climax all contributed to it.

I didn't realise how much tension I'd released until I collapsed down into the bed, dripping with sweat, my head soaked in the saliva that coated the pillow. I lay there and kept the vibrator up my cunt to hang onto the feeling of the orgasm. Nothing else mattered as I drifted into semi-sleep.

It sounded like a bird stirred in the undergrowth in my semi-consciousness. I awoke, exhausted but satisfied. The bedside lights seemed bright. The white figure in the doorway startled me.

"How long have you been there?" I asked, pulling the bedclothes around my shoulders. 

"Long enough to realise that my little girl has grown into a sensuous woman."

"I must have inherited it from you," I said, the words I'd so carefully rehearsed completely gone from my mind. I was too busy slipping the vibrator out from inside me and burying it beneath the pillows, without my mother noticing.

"We have to talk, Ashleigh."

I groaned inside. The moment had arrived. I tried not to look at her, trying to close my ears to the expected verbal onslaught.

"It's my fault," she said, baffling me as she signalled a truce. 

I picked up on her tone. "We can't help being the way we are, Mum." It didn't seem right calling her Mum. Like Dylan and I don't feel like brother and sister when we have sex – we're just lovers.

"We've been born with a gift," I continued, not quite understanding where the authority within my words came from. "I don't think we should beat ourselves up over it ... some women would kill for what we have."

My wisdom took the fight out of both of us.

"I knew nothing about it ... you understand?" she said.

"I don't regret it ... stuff happens," I said, the boldness of my words giving me the courage to look up at her.

"It felt like an expert working on me ... something special ... something most of Geeta's bitches would never achieve." 

"I first had sex with a girl when I was sixteen ... and I've loved it ever since."

"You and Danielle, I suppose ... you are lucky to have a friend like that ... with the same basic interests as yourself."

She came and sat on the edge of the bed, alongside me. I hung on to the bedclothes, keeping a protective barrier between us.

"Until tonight, Ashleigh, I thought I'd done everything that a woman could possibly do ... I can't believe my daughter has shown me something new," she said. "You do know it's illegal ... don't you?" She looked me straight in the eyes, her makeup as much a mess as mine.

"People do illegal things every day."

"Nobody must ever know."

"What about Geeta's girlies?"

"Don't worry about them ... they all have secrets ... some from their husbands ... they won't tell."

Her answer lifted one of my concerns from my mind. I leaned forward and kissed her full on the lips. My heart pounded. She pulled back. Her eyes opened wide. She inhaled. She stared at me.

"You really are a little vixen ... aren't you?" 

"No more than you would have been at my age," I said and leaned forward and kissed her full lips a second time. On this occasion, they parted slightly and I tasted the aroma of sex on her breath.

"You're determined to continue with this ... aren't you?"

"I'm only going to live once ... and I've already decided I want to try everything," I replied and looked her directly in the eyes and kissed her again and let my mouth open as hers opened in unison and played my tongue around her lips and into her mouth. I put my arms around her and felt her body press against mine.

She pulled away. "This is dangerous, Ashleigh."

"I love danger, Sheila."

She looked startled as we both realised I'd never called her by her Sheila before. "I call all my lovers by their first name ... there's no reason why you should be any different."

"You're a fucking tease, Ashleigh ... I bet you always get your own way."

I took that as a signal and reached out to her again. This time she moved towards me and our lips met in the middle and our mouths opened and our tongues met and we licked and sucked at each other. We stopped and gasped for breath and engaged our eyes before resuming the passion of our embrace.

It was time to increase the pace. I reached down and pulled at her blouse. Buttons popped and seams ripped – I didn't care – I just wanted to feel the enormity of her tits in my hands, against my face, against my tits. Her bra was off in seconds and her oversize breasts fell down her chest and swayed in front of my eyes.

"You will never know how many times I've fantasised about your tits, Sheila ... I love them." I lifted one in my hand – it was heavy – heavier than I'd imagined. The nipple was correspondingly enormous. 

"I don't see why men should have all the fun ... do you?" I said, twisting her nipple between my fingers and thumb and feeling it grow before latching my mouth onto it and sucking hard. Sheila panted, her chest rising and falling.

"You certainly know how to treat a woman, Ashleigh."

"Don't feel inhibited, Sheila ... you can do anything to me ... the naughtier ... the dirtier ... the kinkier ... the better."

She hesitated. I took her hand and placed it on my tits beneath the bedclothes.

"You like that, don't you Sheila? You like touching girls ... and sucking their young tits ... and licking their tight cunts ... don't you Sheila?"

She didn't answer. It wasn't necessary. The sneer on her face and the slight lift of her top lip told me I'd touched the right button. She couldn't wait to go down on me – yet there was still some hesitation.

"What are you waiting for? My cunt is groaning for action ... you wouldn't want to disappoint me ... would you? I've done it for you ... it's your turn now."

"How could I have raised such a dirty young bitch like you?"

"It's in the genes ... and it's the best inheritance you could have given me ... so come on, Sheila ... I want to see some action from you."

My instruction removed the last barrier between us and everything started to happen at once. Sheila threw the bedclothes off me to expose my full nakedness.

"That's more like it, Sheila ... let's see what you can do with this," I said, lifting my knees and opening my legs to expose my cunt.

She flung off the rest of her clothes in seconds and squatted between my legs.

"I love young cunt," she said and pushed her tongue up inside me.

"Fucking hell, Sheila ... you don't know how often I've masturbated at the thought of you doing that to me."

"You're a fucking pervert, Ashleigh."

"It's all part of my inheritance ... so don't stop ... I want you to make me cum ... you owe it to me ...for what I did to you at Geeta's party."

She turned around and positioned her cunt over my mouth while searching for my clit with her tongue. Her labia hung down over my face, outside her cunt, glistening with juice, willing me to take them into my mouth. I could smell the sex, but they were just out of reach – enticing me – bewitching me. I wanted to taste them and roll my tongue around them and push it between them and explore the depths of her cunt. 

I dug my nails into Sheila's generous arse and pulled her down towards me. I grabbed at her cunt with my mouth, and it tasted as sweet as I remembered – of crushed rose petals and sweat and piss. My tongue sank into it and I loved it.

There's nothing like that feeling of being a pervert, of having illicit sex, of doing things normal people don't do. My list was getting longer: regular fucking from the age of fourteen; sex with girls from the age of sixteen; anal sex from the age of eighteen; the recent threesome with Danielle and John; group sex with loads of women at Geeta's party; illegal sex with my brother Dylan – and now, my mother. I wanted more, much more.

Sheila disturbed my thoughts when she found my clit and began to roll it between her teeth. It took my breath away. I pushed my fingers up her cunt and searched for her clit, to give her a taste of her own medicine. 

My efforts were in vain. I'd already been brought to a climax several times that night, plus my own work with the vibrator, so my cunt was extremely sensitive. I knew it would take no time to cum again and Sheila was an expert. I gave up working on her as I felt myself going over the top just before wave upon wave of convulsions raged through my body.



I went into another world for ages and came to with Sheila looking down on me, leaning on one elbow, the expanse of her breasts filling the space between us. 

"That was wonderful ... thank you."

"You are something else, Ashleigh ... I feel proud ... that I could have raised a girl as sensual as you ... I envy you."

I was about to answer, but we were distracted by a noise at the door, as if another bird was rustling in the undergrowth.

"Is this a private party ... or can anyone join in?" Dylan said, with a grin so wide that it looked as if his face was splitting apart.

"There's something I didn't tell you, Sheila," I said, as she looked at him and then at me and back again.

She put her finger on my lips to stop me speaking. "I know everything that goes on in this house ... you don't think I couldn't hear you two at it ... do you? And the stained sheets, what about them?"

Dylan and I could find nothing to say. I thought we'd been quiet and careful.

"I heard Ashleigh complementing you on your big dick, Dylan ... so let's have a look."

He looked at me. I widened my eyes to encourage him. "You're always fantasising about Sheila's tits, Dylan ... what are you waiting for?"

"Yeh, Dylan ... I fancy a proper fuck ... think you're up to it?" Sheila asked. She turned to sit on the edge of the bed, spread her legs, held her cunt open with her fingers to give him a better view, then lifted her breasts and held them out to him. "If you've always wanted to suck on my tits ... what are you waiting for?"

Dylan licked his lips and that sneering look crossed his face as the right side of his top lip rose slightly. It looked like he couldn't take much more of her taunting. To prove me right, he started ripping off his clothes. 

"Ashleigh's right ... you have a lovely big cock ... and it's shaved to make it look even longer ... I love big cocks ... the feeling of them inside me is what I live for."

He got down on his knees on the floor in front of her, stuck two fingers up her cunt and buried his face in the expanse of her tits.

"That's my boy ... feast on my tits ... enjoy yourself."

"I love your fucking nipples, Sheila."

"You can suck my tits whenever you like, Dylan."

"Me too," I said, scooting round to grab the spare one and sucking the enormous nipple deep inside my mouth, while battling with the size and weight of her breast.

"This is what women were born for ... to give pleasure ... and take it at the same time," she said.

"We must be the biggest family of perverts in the world," I said.

"We are now," she answered, "and I want it to go on for ever ... my door is always open for you two ... my legs are always open ... my cunt always ready ... my arse ... you can do anything you like to me."

"We intend to," Dylan said, switching his mouth from Sheila's tits to her cunt. She lifted her legs over his shoulders to give him better access.

"I've listened to you two fucking for weeks ... and was so envious ... doing something even I hadn't tried ... how I wanted to join in ... I masturbated myself stupid thinking about it."

"No more wanking, Sheila ... just the real thing from now on ... now swallow this," Dylan said, moving from her cunt and offering his ten inch dick to her mouth.

She didn't need to be asked twice. Grabbing his dick, she pulled the foreskin down with such force it made Dylan wince. I'd never done that before and made a note to try it the next time I had sex with a man. She swallowed his full length in a single gulp – her generous lips circling the base of his dick as her cheeks hollowed with effort – working his dick, inside her mouth.

"Wow, Sheila ... you'll chew it off ... be careful."

"You're in the big league now, Dylan ... get used to it," she said, releasing him to take a breath. 

I was intrigued to watch an expert at work. She sucked and pulled his dick with her mouth – in and out – occasionally taking a breath – fucking it and holding it tight and wanking at it with her lips – then releasing it before doing it over again.

"You'll make me cum," Dylan shouted. That seemed to be her intention, as she didn't stop. Just the opposite, she increased the intensity of her attack.




Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 11



"You fucking bitch, Sheila," Dylan said, the deep redness in his face indicating the effort of withstanding such ferocity. Then he let out a roar and I knew he was about to cum. 

She pulled his dick from her mouth and wanked at it with her hands briefly before it exploded over her face. Gobs of white cum hit her across the nose and the mouth. She laughed while directing the spurts over her tits, covering them in more of Dylan's effluent.

"I love men who cum gallons ... it's so much more fun," Sheila said, grabbing both Dylan and me. "Kiss me Ashleigh ... lick Dylan's cum from my face ... Dylan ... you drink cum from my tits ... clean me up ... you dirty pair of fuckers ... then kiss me ... I want to taste cum."

I love the taste of cum and willingly obliged. I ran my tongue around Sheila's face soaking up the white globules before thrusting it deep inside her mouth and mixing cum with her saliva and swallowing the concoction. 

While Dylan followed suit, I found some leftover cum that had run down between her tits. I followed it down with my tongue and licked off every remaining drop and ran it around my lips to savour the saltiness of the juice.

Then we stopped and looked at each other and laughed at our inaugural sex fest. We all knew it would be the first of many, either as doubles or a threesome.

"Nobody must know about this ... it must be our secret," Sheila said. Dylan and I nodded our heads in approval.

"Now, there's just one more thing to clean up." Then she leaned down and took Dylan's limp dick into her mouth to suck the last drops of cum from it. "That's better ... now we're set up for the rest of the night."

"It's better to get a man to cum early on," I said, "then there's plenty more time to play around and for him to get me to orgasm before he's allowed to fill me full of cum."

Sheila understood and nodded. Dylan looked blank.

"Don't worry, Sheila ... Dylan's a repeater ... it won't take him long to recover and get another erection." As if on cue, we watched his dick grow in Sheila's hand. 

"I always knew you two were like me ... but could never ask ... I'm so pleased ... we're going to have such good times together." We all laughed again as we watched Dylan's dick grow even larger.

When Sheila laughed, her tits rippled. I touched them to make it stop, which made her laugh more. So Dylan joined in and we held a breast each and before long we were sucking her massive nipples. The laughing stopped. Things became serious again.

Sheila held both our heads to her tits, clearly enjoying the sensation. I slid my hand down to put some fingers into her cunt – only to find Dylan's large fingers had got there first. That didn't stop me. I slid two fingers alongside his, so she had a fistful inside her. She didn't complain. Just the opposite, she wriggled around to make it easier to penetrate her. I added another finger and pushed in further.

Dylan and I finger fucked her with vigour, in unison, each time going deeper as she opened her legs wider and wider. We disengaged from her tits to concentrate on her cunt. As I moved, she pulled me down on top of her, searching out my cunt with her tongue.

How could I resist? I left Dylan to the finger fucking and squatted over Sheila's head. My cunt widened as I got lower over her face and the feeling of her tongue licking around and then inside my cunt was divine. I grabbed her blonded hair and pulled her head towards me, while pushing my wide open cunt onto her mouth.

All thoughts of my cunt being sore somehow disappeared as Sheila worked on it. I don't think that anyone has penetrated my cunt deeper with a tongue than she did that night. I never realised how long hers was. It felt like a dick inside me, but softer and warmer. I loved the feeling and now return regularly for more.

Meanwhile, Dylan had moved and began to work his cock up Sheila's cunt. She pushed down on him and opened her legs, lifting them over his shoulders. He was soon pumping at her like a machine, sweat running down his forehead. Every time he pushed into her, her tongue seemed to penetrate deeper inside my cunt. 

The bed creaked so much with the weight of the three of us cavorting around. It sounded as if it wouldn't last the night. 

The only communication between us came in grunts and groans, but we knew exactly what each one of them meant. As if on a signal, we all changed position: I sat with my back on a pillow hard against the bedhead, my legs spread; Sheila turned around, her arse in the air; Dylan waited until we settled then thrust his dick up her cunt and resumed his fucking, this time from behind.

Sheila attacked my cunt again with her mouth. This time, she latched onto my clit, while slipping a couple of fingers inside me. I felt my clit expanding – growing like I had an erection – another first. Her lips wrapped around it while her tongue licked underneath, taking me to another high. Soon, I lost all understanding of where I was and what I was doing and what was happening as another orgasm slammed through me, forcing me hard back against the bedhead.

I think I must have passed out or fell asleep or something. The next thing I knew was Sheila's heavy tits were slapping against my face as Dylan was banging her hard from behind – with her shouting over my head: "Fuck me harder, Dylan ... split my cunt open."

I got out from under her and shuffled around to watch him slamming in and out of Sheila's cunt, his dick shining from the love juice extracted from deep inside her. 

"I want to see you fuck her up the arse," I said, "fuck the shit out of her ... and this time it doesn't matter if you get it smeared all over the sheets."

"Get the lube, Ashleigh ... and work it up her arsehole," Dylan said, without interrupting his stroke.

I had my own tube by this time, in my bedside drawer. In no time, I squirted a dollop onto her arsehole. Sheila winced as the cold jelly touched the delicate tissue, and she emitted a quiet wow sound.

"Now, Dylan ... get your dick up her arse ... and fuck her hard."

Dylan pushed hard into Sheila's cunt, and then withdrew completely. Hardly breaking his rhythm, he moved slightly – and I grabbed his dick and worked it around to pick up some of the jelly, and then held it hard against her arsehole. He pushed in and buried his full ten inches in a single stroke. She pushed back into him, enjoying every inch.

"You dirty pair of fuckers ... that's how I like it ... hard ... up the arse."

Dylan dutifully obliged and I watched his dick thrusting in and out of her arse, coated in lube mixed with shit – her arsehole opening wider and wider with each stroke – taking his girth with ease. 

I reached beneath them to search out Sheila's cunt. She shuffled slightly, opening her thighs to give me better access. I found her clit and ground my thumb into it. My fingers moved deeper into her cunt with every stroke until I felt Dylan's dick pushing at them, through the membrane, from inside her arse.

Releasing my thumb, I added it to my fingers and pushed harder up her cunt. Sheila went wild, thrashing around. Dylan reached his hands around her and dug his finger into her enormous breasts to stop them flapping around and throwing all three of us off the bed, which sounded as if it was closer to collapse under our effort.

"I fucking love that ... double penetration ... up my cunt and my arse at the same time ... fuck me harder ... squeeze my tits harder ... my nipples ... everything."

I formed a fist and pushed it up her cunt. My hand disappeared. The soft wetness of her labia caressed my wrist. I worked my fist in and out of her like a second dick, twisting it and punching up inside her with all my might, working my wrist against her clit. 

Sheila's cunt seemed to take on a life of its own. It clamped around my fist, holding it in its grip, Dylan's dick stroking the back of my hand from inside her arse. I pushed harder, deeper – showing no mercy – all three of us grunting like pigs.

The bitch exhorted us to fuck her harder. She wanted hard and dirty sex. We gave it to her without holding back.

I couldn't remember when I'd had so much fun. It doesn't get better than watching my brother fuck our mother up the arse, while I've got my fist buried up her cunt – while she loves every minute of it and begs for more – and harder. 

At the same time, I felt a bit neglected. Sheila was involved. Dylan was involved. Both of them were in fuck heaven. I was just watching. So, I reached for my cunt. It was swollen and inflamed from all the action over the past few hours from more women than I could remember. My labia were spread out and raw to the touch. I winced. My clit was raw to the touch. I winced again.

I placed my middle finger against my clit and held it there, tight. A pulse throbbed between them and amplified in my mind. I closed my eyes. In a weird way, it was soothing, while erotic – and gave me another connection with the two animals fucking the shit out of each other beside me.

Their snorting told me it wouldn't last much longer. Then, Sheila's cunt started to contract around my fist, holding it in a vice as her muscles clenched before her orgasm hit. The pain in my hand mixed with the throbbing in my cunt as I felt my hand would be crushed beyond repair.

Sheila screamed. Dylan screamed. Not to be outdone, I screamed too – as all three of us came to a simultaneous orgasm. Then we collapsed into a heap, breathing hard, like we'd just finished a marathon. The noise slowly abated as the spasms of the contractions in our bodies died down, and our breathing returned to normal, until the room became silent. Even the bed was quiet.

Dylan's dick stayed wedged up Sheila's arse. My hand stayed clamped inside her cunt. My other hand firmly clutched inside my own cunt. All of us sweating as if we'd spent an hour in a sauna.

It stayed like that until my fist felt numb under the pressure of Sheila's muscles. I tried to remove it, but it was too firmly held. So, I slowly loosened my fist and twisted my hand and pulled out gently – stopping when she groaned and clutched at her abdomen. I made my hand as long and slender as I could, to extract it. Even then, it was a slow and painful exercise, for both of us, although Sheila seemed to enjoy the sensation.

Eventually, my hand emerged – wet and glistening with a coating of cunt juice – which I licked at before offering it to Sheila and then to Dylan, so that we all could enjoy the taste and smell of the depths of Sheila's cunt.

Then it was Dylan's turn to extricate his dick from up her arse, and this turned into another long and painful event that Sheila enjoyed. It made me wonder what other painful sex she'd experienced. S & M was something I'd never thought about before. Watching her get further pleasure from pain made me wonder if it was something else to try.

There was no time to dwell on the thought. I fell asleep immediately. I dreamt of beautiful men and beautiful women and dicks up my cunt and sucking cunt while being fucked in the arse – and all the time my body was being swapped around from one to the other and my cunt was throbbing and I couldn't stand the agony of the pain – but I loved the ecstasy and wanted more and more. 

When I woke up, the bedclothes were dripping from sweat and I felt as if I'd spent the whole night having sex. I was alone and the sun was streaming through the chink in my curtains. Every part of my body was throbbing – especially my cunt – which was swollen to a size I'd never seen before. It was hardly surprising after all the attention it had received the previous night. 

A deep, hot bath gave me the relief I needed. A thick layer of antiseptic cream spread on the raw skin of my cunt helped to take the sting away, but it was still an enormous size, like holding a ripe peach in my hand. When I squeezed at it, that lovely tingly of hurt and sex and perversion spread through my body – and it stayed with me for most of the day at work.

I wondered if I'd ever recover enough for sex again. It didn't seem possible, but I knew I'd want more as soon as I could.





Watch out for the next instalment of the adventures of Ashleigh, her friends and relations. The next chapter will be coming soon.



Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 12



This series of short stories chronicles the journey of Ashleigh with her friends and relations, as she explores her sexuality, and progresses from teenage sex to the wider reaches of sexual behaviour. They are written from different points of view, to give insight into how the experiences influence the individual characters.

Read the whole set of stories for a better understanding of the characters' motivation and personality, and watch their exploits unfold with people of both sexes, in single and group situations and within their families.



I sat in reception fingering the business card thrust into my hand by the black girl I met at Geeta's party. A brown-haired man in a similar coloured leather jacket smiled at me from the seat opposite. Something about his stubble and the slight sneer on his lips and the glint in his dark eyes told me he could be my type. 

But, my type was anybody with a big dick and lots of energy and imagination – and men like that could be found everywhere.

The response in my look told him I might be interested, but not to get too excited because I needed to make up my mind. Anyway, I thought, "Why should I be interested in someone I meet in an infectious diseases clinic? He's probably riddled with every venereal disease known to mankind."

The girl two seats down from him looked as if she'd been up all night: her eyelids were heavy and kept closing; her head nodded forward from time to time; the shape of her blonded hair looked as if she'd been pushed up against a wall in a back alley; her makeup was smudged and her mascara streaked down her face. The leopard skin top and short brown skirt made her look cheap. The snags in her tights added to my conviction that she was a street prostitute.

The business card in my hand read: Jessica Thompson: Consultant. It sounded important. But, how could a woman in her early twenties have achieved such a position? I imagined she'd fucked the boss to get promoted. It seemed like a good idea to me – one I'd try some day.

I could still taste the lady cum that Jessica sprayed over my face after I'd sucked her cunt to orgasm, dirty bitch. The taste of sex is one of my favourites. The thought gave me a twinge in the crotch. I crossed my legs and worked my muscles to pull in the area around my cunt to amplify the feeling. 

The man opposite smiled again. I felt sure he didn't know what I was doing. It made my mind up: to ignore him and send Jessica a text to set up the threesome that she proposed with her and her partner. As I opened my bag for my mobile phone, my name was called.

The nurse took my history, again. She was one of those tall and thin and efficient and scraggy types, with no tits and of no interest whatsoever to me. I told her I'd experimented with anal sex. It was a lie. Anal sex had become a mainstream part of my sexual behaviour – and I loved every fucking minute of it.

Her warning about the dangers of mixing different types of sex made me think. I'd never liked boys using condoms. I love lots of cum, spread everywhere, splashed over my face and tits, and leaking from my cunt and running down my legs and massaging it into my body and licking it off my fingers. I found no reason to spoil the fun.

She took the samples and, as I had no problems or questions, the examination was over in minutes. Her tinny voice, telling me to take more precautions, rang in my head for ages. I knew she was right and thought about how to have the enjoyment of cum and lots of safe sex at the same time. I've still not worked it out.

A text bleeped on my phone as I left the clinic and walked down the steps to the street. The message was cryptic: "Still want a gng-bng?" asked Geeta.

Just looking at the words on the screen excited me. My heart raced. My cunt ran wet. My nipples swelled against the inside of my bra. Another of my fantasies was on offer, something I'd masturbated over many times since I'd discussed it with Geeta. I sent her an immediate reply: "Yes pls asap."

All thoughts of meeting up with Jessica and her partner vanished from my mind – a gang bang trumped a threesome any day. 

The next day, after texts back and forth, I found myself about to enter the bar Geeta told me about, just as the evening was coming alive. I felt out of breath, as if I'd run all the way there, but it was just the excitement of the anticipation, of the unknown, of wondering how I'd cope – just me and a gang of men – all of us gagging for sex.

The bar was dark and noisy and full of people, everybody seeming to have more important things on their agenda than me. I stood alone in the middle of a crowd feeling forgotten and lost. For the first time, doubts entered my mind. What if all the plans had fallen through? What if I'd been set up and this was a big joke? 

I needn't have worried. A man who looked to be in his late twenties, with shiny black hair and swarthy skin tugged at my coat sleeve.

"Are you Ashleigh?" he asked in a polite voice that took me by surprise – hardly the voice I expected from a gang-banger.

"You must know Geeta," I said, thinking he might be her husband.

"It's best not to use names ... don't you think?"

"The mystery makes it more intriguing."

"Are you ready?"

My heart leapt at the words. I hadn't realised how psyched up I'd become in anticipation of what the evening offered. A belt of electricity ran from by brain to my clit – as if I'd pushed a vibrator up my cunt on full speed. 

Meeting a bunch of strangers didn't concern me, or the dangers of being exposed to a gang of sex-mad men determined to fuck the arse off me. They could do whatever they wanted. I trusted Geeta, and the politeness in the man's voice dispelled any lingering doubts.

I wanted to say: "I can't wait to see the expressions on your faces as I strip off ... and show off my tits and my arse and my shaved cunt ... and get on with the fucking."

That was the time I realised how I was becoming an exhibitionist – not ashamed to show off my genitalia to men – or women – and do outrageous things – sexual things – and ignore the consequences. It makes me feel special to know I do things other people would never dream of doing.

I wanted to say: "You bet I'm ready. I can't wait to get loads of hard dick up my cunt and up my arse and in my mouth ... and get covered in cum ... and get fucked until I can't take any more." 

As all these things flashed through my mind, I couldn't find any words to answer him. So, I just nodded and followed him, wondering if he'd done this sort of thing before and where the rest of his gang were and how long it would take to get wherever we were going – I just wanted to get on with it.

He escorted me to a black car parked by the kerb, opened the rear door as if we were on a proper date and walked round the other side to join me in the back. I didn't know what to expect next – whether he'd start on me in the car, or not.

"You'd better put your seat belts on," the fair haired driver said over his shoulder, looking at me in his mirror.

I caught the reflection of his blue eyes and pale face and we smiled at each other. Something about his broad smile indicated he was as excited as me – and that he couldn't wait to fuck me. Then he whisked us off, around a few corners, past several traffic lights. We soon arrived at a block of apartments. 

The three of us almost ran up the two flights of stairs to the first floor, our feet clattering on the stone steps. A door opened by magic. We were expected. The noise inside the apartment fell to a hush, with just a pop song playing in the background.

"She's a fucking cracker," said a deep voice with a Caribbean twang.

If there was a time to run, that was it. But I didn't want to. The comment was exactly what I wanted to hear – I knew they wouldn't be disappointed – but still loved to hear men making complements about me.

"Let's see your tits, bitch," said another who sounded local. There was universal agreement with his demand as the men formed a semicircle opposite me. 

I surveyed the scene and did a quick check: a tall man with broad shoulders; a short one with curly hair; a red-headed one with pale skin; a black one with a wide grin; an Asian with straight black hair; plus the fair-haired, blue-eyed driver and Geeta's Asian husband – seven of them – and me. 

I removed my coat to show them my new dress – red and short and with a plunging neckline that showed off every contour of my bra-less tits. They gasped. Their eyes widened and stared, willing me to show more. 

It was my moment to be as exhibitionist as I wanted. To have the lot of them drooling over me and my body and imagining how they would fuck and abuse it.

"You like that, boys?" I said, cutting the tension in the air with my question.

"I fucking love it ... show us some more," said red-hair, his face flushed, his ears glowing with excitement. Everyone grunted their agreement as their basest instincts started to surface.

"How's that?" I asked, pulling my dress over my head and throwing it to one side and posing with my magnificent tits thrust forward towards them, my arse thrust backwards. More grunts of satisfaction came from the crowd.

I hooked my fingers in the top of my black G-string and bent forward as I lowered it to my red stilettos and flicked it to one side. There was a loud intake of breath and an even louder exhalation as everyone opposite me mentally licked his lips.

"I can't take any more of this ... she's asking to be fucked ... and I intend to be the first," said the tall man, starting to peel off his blue tee shirt.

Then, all hell broke loose as they competed with each other to be the first to get naked. The pantomime made me laugh and shudder with excitement – gagging for them to get on with it.

The tall man won. He advanced towards me holding his erect eight inch dick out in front of him. The black man assumed a position alongside him – his dick looked even more appealing – longer and thicker.

As it was my first time with more than one man, I didn't really know what to do. So, I did what they do in porn movies: I took a half-step forward and reached out and grabbed the two dicks in my hands and started to wank them.

"Yeh, you fucking bitch ... suck my cock," the black boy said.

The black dick felt the stiffest so I went down on it and wrapped my mouth around the bell end, while continuing to wank the other one. Then I transferred my attention to the white dick and wanked away at the black one.

"She's a fucking whore," the black man said. "Suck my dick again, bitch." As I swallowed the black dick, I became aware of a circle of men around me, all naked, all wanking away at their dicks as they watched me sucking cock. 

Then, hands started grabbing at my tits and pulling on my nipples and were between my legs and fiddling around my cunt and arsehole.

I was lifted up and the black dick slipped from my lips. A mouth clamped onto my cunt as I was held aloft and, as the tongue slipped inside my cunt, a finger ferretted up my arse.

It's what I'd thought about all day – me like a rag doll and men attacking my body from every angle – and I loved not knowing what would happen next – so I gave myself to them absolutely.

They carried me into the next room and threw me on a bed. Strong hands lifted my legs and parted them to show off my cunt. The fair-hair thrust his dick inside me, a sneer on his face, and started fucking me hard. 

A cock with red pubic hair pushed against my mouth. I pulled the foreskin back as hard as I could and sucked on it in time with every thrust up my cunt from the fair-hair.

The black man was sucking one of my tits. Straight black hair was sucking the other. A finger was snaking up my arse. Naked men surrounded us, still wanking away at their dicks – keeping them hard – waiting their turn.

The air was full of sweat and grunts, and me shouting at them for more between gags on the cock.

"I'm going to cum," somebody said. 

I had no idea if it was up my cunt or in my mouth or across my face or one of the others spunking over my tits. I didn't care. I wanted it all.

The fair-hair withdrew his dick from my cunt, took hold of it, wanked at it a couple of times and sprayed cum across my slit, up as far as my navel. He kept wanking until every drop of his man juice was expelled, and then shook the last one out.

Then he was pushed aside by Geeta's husband, the look on his face telling me he'd dropped the polite approach and was anxious for his turn. 

Without losing my grip on the red-hair's dick in my mouth, I wiped my hand through the freshly-delivered cum and worked it into my cunt, to add a bit of lubrication.

"The dirty bitch is wanking with cum," Geeta's husband said as he targeted his dick at my cunt, his voice rougher than when I met him in the bar.

The grunts of approval intensified. So as not to disappoint them, I worked more cum up my cunt with both hands and held it open to take his dick. The expressions on their faces told me they appreciated my little performance.

As Geeta's husband's dick pushed high into my cunt, I felt the dick in my mouth begin harden and thicken. I prepared myself for another gusher. Still, I didn't know where it would land – in my mouth, over my face, over my tits. Not knowing what would happen next was exactly was the fun bit, the exciting bit – exactly what I wanted.

The first spurt landed on the back of my tongue, the second spewed across my face across my right eye. The next landed in and around my open mouth. The look of satisfaction on his face as he wanked cum over the rest over my face told me just how much he was enjoying dominating me. 

The funny thing was: I felt I was dominating him – without me there would be no performance.

"How do you like that, boys? My face covered in cum ... that's what I came for ... who's going to lick it off for me?"

The question seemed to floor them. Poor souls, they were used to normal sex – a bit of foreplay, a quick fuck and then fall asleep, job done. Handling an expert like me was beyond most of their experiences.

"Let me clean you up," said the blue-eyed driver, "it's about time I got a turn."

His grinning face approached and one of the longest tongues I'd ever seen licked across my lips and my nose and my right eye, to my forehead. Then he pushed the white stickiness into my mouth and I sucked it from his tongue as it lapped against mine.

"I love the taste of cum," I said to universal approval.

"Turn the bitch over," said Geeta's husband, withdrawing his dick that glistened with cunt juice. 

In seconds, I was on all fours. He pushed his dick back inside my cunt and grabbed hold of my tits from behind, fucking me like his life depended on it. 

"Suck on that ... you fucking horny bitch," said blue eyes as his cock appeared in front of my face. I sank it in one, up to the hilt, my nose disappearing into the scratchiness of his fair pubic hair.

"Is that what you wanted?" I asked, releasing him and gasping for breath.

"I'm cumming," shouted Geeta's husband.

"We all want to watch," said a voice I didn't recognise.

I felt his dick pull out of my cunt and the thick white juice from his balls splash up my back and across my arsehole. Dirty bastard.

Blue eyes spotted his opportunity and pulled me down on top of him. He worked his body down mine, underneath me, opened my cunt with his fingers, and stuck his dick inside me. 

I sat upright on top of him taking the fullness of his length inside me – and felt cum run down my back and past my arsehole – to add extra lubrication as he thrusted with all his might.

He grabbed my left tit and pulled my nipple towards his mouth. As I bent forward, I felt a finger massaging cum around my arsehole.

"I love being fucked up the arse ... good and hard," I said, willing someone, anyone, to take up the offer.

I wasn't to be disappointed. A finger pushed up my arse, working the lubricant cum inside me. I looked over my shoulder and the curly haired man was surveying my arsehole. Then I felt the hardness of his dick push against it.

It took a few moments for the bell-end of the curly haired's dick to push inside me. I gasped. It's hardly surprising since I already had a dick up my cunt, my tits were being attacked from all directions, and I was sucking the thick, black dick in my mouth.

The cock worked itself further up my arse and further and further in short movements – until I felt pubic hair tickling my arsehole. Then the fucking really started.

The two men fucked me from beneath and behind as if they'd been waiting for the opportunity all their lives. At first, they were out of sync, pushing me all over the place. Gradually, they got more in tune with each other's thrusts until they both pushed and pulled in unison.

The black dick filled my mouth and I pulled it out so I could speak. 

"That's what I want, boys ... fucking everything ... fucking hardcore ... fucking double penetration ... triple penetration ... I want to fucking suffer ... make me fucking cum," I shouted above the grunts and groans and heavy breathing.

I then swallowed the thick, black dick - and sucked on it in time with the dick fucking me up the cunt from beneath and the dick fucking my arse from behind – and luxuriated in the triple penetration – gloried in being a fuck-bag for a gang of men.

I reached out sideways and took hold of two erect cocks from a couple of onlookers – and wanked at them with enough vigour to make one of them shout out in pain.

"Is that what you wanted ... you fucking bitch?" curly-hair said from behind me.

It was exactly what I wanted. It's what I dreamt about when I first saw it on a porn movie – being fucked to death by a gang of fucking bastards – and wanking off two more at the same time. I loved it.

Cum started to rain on me from all directions: the dick in my right hand exploded first, over my tits and dripping down onto blue-eyes' chest; the black dick pulled out of my mouth and covered my face in white, sticky goo; the dick in my arse stiffened and sprayed cum up my arse, then it pulled out and finished off across my arsehole; then blue eyes gasped beneath me and his dick popped out of my cunt to pump cum into the air – hitting my stomach before dripping back onto him.

"Keep it cumming boys ... I want more ... more," I said, writhing around on blue eyes' body. There was a large accumulation of cum on him and it felt delightful to massage it across my body and around my tits. I stank like a fuck-bag.

I pulled myself off blue eyes, sat up, and let cum run down and ooze off me. This time, I felt like the dirty bastard and I loved it.

It was getting very confused by this time. Hands were all over me, turning me over and attacking my tits and cunt and arsehole. Dicks were everywhere – some erect, others limp, others being wanked to erection – most of them wanting to penetrate some part of my body.

I was on my back, lying on top of someone I couldn't see. His dick pushed inside my arse from beneath me – this time with no ceremony – just a hard thrust straight up to the hilt. My arsehole felt so open, so welcoming, and took it easily. 

There was some muttering around me and I felt another cock pushing against my arsehole. The bastards were trying to double-dick my arse. I didn't know if I could take two dicks in the arse, but was about to find out – at least there was enough cum spread over me to provide the lubrication. 

Hands lifted my legs and spread them high into the air, holding them there. I felt the second cock push against the side of my arsehole. It didn't seem as if there was enough room to take it.

With a bit of grunting and finger work and pushing and encouragement from the others, the cock stretched my arsehole further and started to thrust its way up my arse.




Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 12



"Wow. Fucking hell, fellas ... you really know how to treat a slut like me," I shouted, half worrying what I'd got into, half worrying they might not get two dicks inside me – because, at that instant, that's all I wanted.

The second dick pushed further into me. I screamed and shouted and called them dirty fucking bastards – all the time knowing I was the dirtiest bastard of all.

The cock beneath me began to fuck me, in and out, building up a rhythm. With every thrust, the second cock pushed further inside me – my arsehole stretched to breaking point.

"Right now, fellas ... fuck the bitch with everything you've got," someone said from the crowd around me. As they did, I grabbed a dick and swallowed it.

It's difficult to describe how it feels to have two dicks up your arse and one in your mouth, all at the same time, fucking you at full pelt, with your arsehole feeling the pain at every stroke – nice pain – the sort of pain I like.

I went into a state of euphoria. My heart rate and blood pressure and breathing – all my body really – was at full power. I was snorting like a pig: snot and spit and sweat and cum spraying everywhere.

It felt as if I was running a marathon and all sense of feeling in every part of my body was overtaken by the need to reach the finishing post in first place. I lost contact with my senses – like I was having an out-of-body experience – like being high on drugs.

I have no idea how long it lasted. All understanding of who was doing what to my body left me. I was past caring, past any means of intervening in the abuse. I just wanted the feeling of total subjugation to the fucking to continue and never stop.

The next thing I knew was when two more streams of cum slashed all over me – as I collapsed in a heap – gasping for breath – my arse aching like I'd shit a melon.

I was in no fit state to do anything as I was turned onto my back and my legs were held wide in the air. A dick forced itself up my cunt from beneath, while another attacked me from the front as they started double penetrating my cunt. 

The fucking was immediate and fierce and energetic. My cunt throbbed as it stretched to breaking point. The fuckers didn't care. Their two panting bodies were fucking me like steam engines.

The dick had fallen from my mouth by now, as the room swam before my eyes. It was filled with people with dark hair and blue eyes and black faces and blondes and eyes I'd not seen before. A face I didn't recognise pushed his cock into my mouth. I sucked at it instinctively – as if I'd never done it in my life before. 

At the centre of everyone's attention, I wanked away at erect dicks, squirting cum in all directions to the laughs and shouts of the crowd. Willing hands smoothed it across my tits. Cum filled my mouth. I spat out the spicy juice. It joined the rest as it dribbled from my chin.

The two cocks were still fucking the hell out of my cunt. I nearly fainted when they pulled out of me simultaneously, and started spewing more cum to add to the mix covering my body.

Then someone poured cold beer over me. Then another dirty bastard pissed all over me. Everybody laughed and grunted their approval. 

I was beyond caring what happened to me. They were fucking me in the arse, up my cunt, one at a time, two at a time – I lost count. Then everything changed as they manhandled me so the next ones could have a turn.

I loved having countless men fucking the hell out of me. I loved them living out their basest fantasies at my expense. I loved the feeling of being at the centre of absolute depravity.

A moment's respite came. The crowd started to disperse from beneath me and in front of me and around me. I lay back on the bed, exhausted, gasping for breath. 

The moment didn't last long. Everything changed again. 

Someone started licking cum from my cunt, easing away the throbbing of the nice hurt. All I could see was a mass of black hair as I felt the softness of the tongue wipe itself inside me, searching for my clit.

The head looked up. It was Geeta. Her eyes looked greedy as she pushed some fingers inside me. 

The dirty bitch must have been watching everything, waiting for her turn to abuse my cunt. I had no complaints – the lapping of her tongue inside and outside my cunt felt divine – a total contrast to the hard pounding of the cocks.

The men stood around and watched, cheering Geeta on, telling her to suck my cunt good and clean, and make me cum like the fucking slut I was. 

She started to attack my cunt more vigorously, eating me. It took me a while to realise that someone was fucking her from behind while she sucked out my clit – dirty bitch. It didn't take long for Geeta to make me cum. 

"You fucking bitch ... don't stop ... keep going ..." I said, holding her head fast against my cunt, wanting her to bring me to the sort of climax suitable for my first night of total sex.

I couldn't finish the sentence. The orgasm came. It almost lifted me off the bed. My back arched and I pushed down on my heels to lift my arse into the air.

Then I collapsed into the bed. Totally spent. Totally satisfied. Aching in every bone. Every orifice in pain – stretched beyond breaking point. 

Someone threw a sheet over me. The room went quiet as people shuffled out. I slept.

Grasping hands woke me up. My dress was pulled over my head. My coat was thrown over me. Somebody led me from the apartment. Every bump in the car sent a spasm of pain up my arse. I was let out when we reached my house. The car disappeared as I walked to the door, every step agony, liquid cum running down the inside of my leg.

"Oh my God," my mother said, as I slumped into the house, "are you OK?"

I nodded as I caught sight of myself in the hall mirror: I looked like a horror movie – my beautiful dark hair like a haystack, caked in cum; my mascara looking like the prostitute I'd seen at the sexual diseases clinic; my face ashen with the pain spreading from my arse; my body giddy with exhaustion, and stinking of sex and piss and beer. 

My mother asked no questions. She took over, ran me a hot bath, filled it with bubble bath, and left me to it. No explanation was needed – she understood the needs of her daughter as well as I did. 

I was spent and exhausted and fucked to death. My cunt and arsehole were swollen and sore as I felt them to make sure they were intact. A smile fixed on my face. I laughed with the pain as I thought through the action of the evening, trying to relive every detail. 

Eventually the warm water and foam calmed me down, but I knew the threshold I'd crossed was one I'd go over again – and again.



Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 13



This series of short stories chronicles the journey of Ashleigh with her friends and relations, as she explores her sexuality, and progresses from teenage sex to the wider reaches of sexual behaviour. They are written from different points of view, to give insight into how the experiences influence the individual characters.

Read the whole set of stories for a better understanding of the characters' motivation and personality, and watch their exploits unfold with people of both sexes, in single and group situations and within their families.




I love my grandmother to bits – always have done – always will do. I visit her often, she's different. Almost every other grandmother I've met seems to have given up on life in their old age and is running to fat; with sensibly cut short grey hair, no makeup, and wearing clothes that have seen better days.

My grandmother is tall and slim; her hair is long, dyed and streaked to hide the grey, and worn in a ponytail most of the time; her generous mouth gives her a warm smile; she always wears lipstick, and mascara and jewellery; and her wide hazel eyes are filled with experience. She dresses fashionably and looks at least ten years younger than her sixty plus years.

She's never married but has lots of friends, many of whom go back years, so she is never without a companion. From what my mother says, I know she's got lots of stories to tell me. I always hoped she'd confide in me when I get old enough.

I spent much of my childhood with my grandmother, especially in those periods when my mother went off on one of her "benders" with the latest man, or woman, in her life. Some of my best memories are cuddling up with my grandmother in her bed, feeling safe and warm wrapped in her arms.

"Did you take my advice?" Grandma asked as we settled on her settee with a coffee in our hands. "You know, about moving on from boys of your own age and finding an older man with more experience."

"That's why I'm here ... to tell you all about it before I go to university ... just like you asked me."

"I want every detail, you know."

"Grandma, you are a rogue."

"I told you to call me Linda when we meet up as girls, remember?"

"OK, but I hope you're not trying to relive your youth through me, Linda."

"Certainly not ... now you are a grown woman ... I just want you to get the most out of my experience ... and not make the same mistakes as me."

We sat side by side, not quite touching, sipping our drinks, looking into the steam rising from our mugs. In those early days, there was still a slight feeling of unease. We were family, after all. 

Not that being family daunted me where my mother and my brother were concerned. Sex with them was terrific and regular. Now we'd broken through the voodoo barrier, I couldn't wait to jump into bed with them, as a twosome or a threesome.

With Linda, there was unfinished business that stretched back to my early childhood. A little secret she'd never allowed me to speak about. I hoped the moment to discuss it was close – and it would take our relationship to new heights – but it was up to her to open the subject, not me.

"OK ... let's start with the easy stuff," Linda said, "what's his name ... do I know him ... where did you meet?" 

"He's called John and we met at the wedding, so you have met him, if only briefly."

"I remember him ... tall, slim, dark hair, late thirties ... your mother was interested in him ... so he must have potential."

"He's not like any of the boys I've dated in the past ... and such a gentleman ... he didn't dive on me at the first opportunity like boys usually do ... he just took it steady ... and took me much further than I'd been before."

I felt her stir alongside me and the heat from her body as she squirmed a little in her seat. We moved closer together. I was pleased. This was turning out to be easier than I imagined but, with our little secret, I shouldn't have been surprised.

"I knew you were ready for an older man, Ashleigh ... trust me ... I know these things."

"You are sure you want to hear every detail, aren't you?"

"Of course I am ... It's exactly what I want to hear ... just keep going ... you can't shock me ... or upset me ... or tell me anything I've not heard before."

"John was in no hurry to get started ... just the opposite," I said, searching for the words to explain to her without describing the sex explicitly. After all, she was my grandmother. Despite her encouragement and wanting me to call her Linda, the chasm of the generation gap still yawned between us.

"Yes ... get on with it ... what happened next?" she asked impatiently.

"Well ... he undressed me slowly ... when I thought we would get on with it, he got me to do the same to him ... and strung it out for ages."

"He was probably playing with you ... testing your reactions."

I stopped again, needing to make sure Linda was happy about discussing the really intimate details. She turned and looked me straight in the eyes. 

"I understand this is difficult ... but just keep going ... think of me as Linda ... your friend ... not a relation."

"Yes, but ... you know ... I'm much younger than you."

"And I'm much older than you ... and have experienced all this ... and love the fact that my little girl is now a grown woman ... and experiencing it herself."

"It's still difficult for me."

"Don't worry, Ashleigh ... I did everything you're doing when I was your age ... and I hope you're finding it as exciting as I did."

"Where did I get a grandmother like you?"

"It's all in your genes, Ashleigh ... the women of our family are all the same ... you inherited it from me, so it seems obvious that we should share it."

"Have you shared this sort of stuff with my mother?"

"Why? Have you?"

I tried not to blush, but felt my face warming up beneath my makeup, and decided to ignore the question. There was no way I would ever divulge what went on in bed with my mother – some things just have to stay secret.

"I started by sucking his dick," I said, checking her reaction before continuing, not wanting to upset anything between us, ready to stop. 

She didn't flinch, so I kept going. "Then he took me into the bedroom ... I thought, this is it ... he'll jump on me now ... but he didn't." 

"He sounds like the perfect lover, Ashleigh ... I hate the fast fuck and fuck off types."

Her language made me think. I'd never heard her speak like that before. It encouraged me to keep going and not to worry about upsetting her.

"He laid me back and shaved off my pubic hair! The cheeky bastard told me my hair was like a pan scrub and would scratch his face to pieces." 

I laughed and remembered how soft and sexy my cunt felt that first time I was shaved – and how I keep it like that all the time now – and how I'd love Linda to run her fingers over it, her tongue too.

"Then he opened my legs wider than I'd ever done before ... and sunk his tongue deep inside my cunt."

Linda's body wriggled against mine, the intimate details of my first time with John clearly exciting her. I still wondered where all this was taking us. But, whenever I hesitated, she urged me for more – as if she was enjoying my experiences as much as me.

"You're a very naughty girl, Ashleigh ... and very lucky," she said, grabbing my arm and giggling. "I was just the same as you when I was your age ... I'll tell you later what we got up to in the sixties."

"It was the first time a man gave me an orgasm ... and I've never reached a climax from penetration alone ... so the fucking afterwards was better than I'd ever experienced."

"To top it off ... he covered me in cum ... from my cunt to my face ... the dirty bastard."

"I love the taste of cum, Ashleigh."

"You're just an older version of me," I said, realising this was easier than I imagined, and was so pleased. "I'd love to hear the stories of your sex life."

"Later ... I want to know what you and John did next."

"We licked cum off each other ... and swallowed it all down ... and fell asleep ... exhausted."

"I woke him up by sucking his dick and his balls ... and had him ready to fuck again in no time ... but he wanted to experiment with me ... and found my G-spot up my cunt and brought me to orgasm again ... it was wonderful."

"Make sure you hang onto John ... there aren't many men like him in the world."

"Then he started on my arsehole," I said, squirming slightly in my seat as I could still feel the abuse from my gang bang the previous Saturday night. 

At that, she almost jumped out of the seat, as if she could feel his eight and three quarter inch dick up her own arse. She settled down with her breasts firmly pressed against the side of mine.

She was right about the genes. For the first time I realised that Linda's breasts and mine were the same: large and round and with plenty of cleavage to be shown when the occasion demanded. Imagine how pleased I felt to realise that hers were still in good condition. It gave me hope for the future.

"Don't stop," she said, as I contemplated her breasts, "I want to know what happened next."

"He turned me over and pushed my face into the pillow ... my arse in the air ... then her smeared me with lubricant before fucking me up the arse with his fingers."

Linda's breasts started heaving with excitement. I could no longer hold back the desire to touch their softness. So, I reached up her jumper, inside her bra, and took her left breast in my right hand. She didn't look up or murmur. She just put her hand on top of mine and squeezed, encouraging me not to stop. 

"It never seems fair to me that boys get all the fun," I said, turning to look directly at her. "Breasts are beautiful things and deserve to be caressed and fondled by girls as well as boys ... don't you think?"

"I've always loved everything about the female body, Ashleigh."

"Are we weird, Linda?"

"No we come from a long line of bisexual women ... it comes natural to us."

"I always believed you were the same as me ... I'm so pleased," I said.

"I told you ... it's in our genes ... and started before me."

There was a fluttering sensation in my chest. It told me something exciting was about to happen – and that the history of my sexuality stretched far back.

"After my father died ... your great-grandfather, Ashleigh ... my mother lived with a woman I called Auntie May for the rest of her life ... imagine how confuse I was when I found out it was a lesbian relationship ... we didn't know about things like that in those days."

"Wow, how did that happen?"

"I heard strange noises one night when I was about thirteen years old ... I went to find my mother, but the sounds were coming from her room ... I looked around the half open door ... they were kissing and fingering each other and then they got into soixant-neuf ... and I watched them bring each other to orgasm." 

"Wow, what did they say?"

"They never knew I'd seen them."

"Wow, what did you think?"

"I crept back to my bed ... I was just becoming aware of men and women and sex ... but never imagined anything like that between women ... we were very innocent in the early sixties."

"What did you do?"

"I kept quiet about it."

"I'll bet you did, Linda."

"It was about the time when I started touching myself ... and I liked that ... and I imagined that my mother and Auntie May liked it too ... I knew that one day I'd be having sex with men ... and thought I might like sex with women, too."

"I think my mother knew ... she packed me off to boarding school shortly afterwards ... but we never spoke about her and Auntie May."

"At boarding school, I met girls who knew much more about sex than me ... by the time I was fourteen, some of us were experimenting with each other ... by the time I left at eighteen, some of us more adventurous ones were having sex with each other."

"I bet your mother never imagined that would happen."

"It was one of the best things in my life," she said as I felt her nipple stiffen between my index and middle fingers. She squeezed my hand against her tits again. "Tell me what happened next, Ashleigh."

"Well, he fucked me up the arse ... it was the first time for me ... I'd always wondered what it would be like ... and I loved it."

"You'll never forget the first time you had anal sex, Ashleigh ... it's dirty ... the sort of thing most women would never try ... enjoying it puts you on a higher level ... makes you feel special."

"He pushed his eight and three quarter inches inside me ... slowly at first ... then faster ... and I kept calling him a dirty fucking bastard ... and that made him push into me harder ... and I loved it ... I told him to fuck me even harder ... until we were fucking like maniacs ... then he squirted a great load of cum up my arse ... and fell on top of me ... totally spent."

"Did it hurt?"

"You bet ... it hurt like hell ... but a nice kind of hurt ... the kind I like ... for days, when I sat down, I felt his dick firmly wedged up my arse ... and him fucking the shit out of me."

"You're a real woman now, Ashleigh ... and I'm proud of you ... and that you have the courage to tell me all about it," Linda said, kissing me firmly on the lips in her excitement. "Do you remember our little secret?"

"I've never forgotten it."

"You were staying with me when your mother was off on one of her sex benders ... you came into my bed and fell asleep in my arms."

"I've wanted to talk to you about it for years."

"I woke up and found you sucking one of my nipples ... like a baby desperate for milk ... your teeth gripped onto me and my nipple swollen like a plum."

"I always was a greedy girl," I said, laughing, "and horny."

"It was delightful ... so I pretended to be asleep, so it wouldn't stop ... nobody has ever given me such enjoyment by sucking my tits as you did on that night."

"I would have done it again any time you wanted, Linda."

"No ... I couldn't allow that ... you were only six years old ... much too young ... I put a stop to it by calling it our little secret ... and made sure nothing like that happened again."

"Until today, you mean."

"Now you are a no longer a child ... but a grown woman and able to make your own decisions ... now we can continue from where our little secret left off."

"I love you, Linda ... and will do anything for you."

"You can do anything you like to me, Ashleigh ... I will never discourage you ... I love you too much for that."

She sat back while I moved in front of her and pulled at her jumper and bra, forcing her large breasts to flop forward. I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked it with all the might I could muster.

"You will never know how many times I've masturbated and thought of that night and sucking your tits, Linda."

"I don't want you to stop at my breasts, Ashleigh ... I want you to touch all of me."

"You and I will get on famously, Linda ... I can't think of a better way to spend time with you."

I reapplied my mouth firmly to her nipple, my dark pink lipstick smudging around her breast, while lifting her skirt. She opened her legs to make it easier for me to slide my fingers up the inside of her thighs to the wetness of her crotch.

"Bite my nipple, Ashleigh ... make it as big as a plum."

I sunk my teeth into her areola and, as I sucked, I felt her nipple growing even bigger in my mouth. Linda winced and encouraged me to try harder. I was so worried that I'd bite her nipple off, I didn't dare.

My fingers shifted the edge of her knickers to one side until I felt the soft wetness of her cunt – imagine how pleased I was to find that she kept it shaved. A bit of twisting and turning of my hand and I pushed inside her, the soft tissue moulding itself around my fingers and coating them in warm slime.

Unable to restrain myself any longer, I detached my teeth from her nipple and pushed her down into the settee and lifted her skirt above her waist and pulled down her knickers. Once her cunt was exposed, she opened her legs wide and raised her hips, offering its pink wetness to me.

In a micro-second, my tongue was up her cunt, drinking down the taste of crushed rose petals and sweat and urine. I pushed my tongue inside her as far as it would go, as she thrusted down onto me.

I had fantasised about this moment for years, from the day I tasted the juice from my own cunt and became aware that women sucked each other to orgasm. Now I was anxious for more – and needed both of us to be naked.

She was on my wavelength as she helped me pull at her jumper and bra, removing them in a single movement. Her skirt came off as fast, the zip and fastener bursting in the frenzy to remove it.

While I was stripping her, she grabbed at my tee-shirt, pulling it over my head. My bra fell off as she fiddled behind me. My breasts swayed in the space between our bodies and my nipples lightly touched hers. A wave of ecstasy flowed through me and she shuddered beneath me – engaging her eyes with mine in a look of expectation and lust. 

In a single movement, I grabbed her ankles, pulled her forward and sunk my tongue back into the wide-open gash of her cunt. Her fingers sank into my hair and pulled my head hard against her.

"I need to taste you, Ashleigh."

I kept my tongue firmly up her cunt while I yanked her down onto the rug on the hard, pine floorboards. Nothing could stand in the way of two experienced bisexual women determined to satisfy desires that had been on ice for a dozen years.

I swivelled on top of her and lowered my cunt onto her mouth. A couple of licks from her almost brought me to a climax. Then her tongue entered me. It felt like nothing I'd felt before – like I was being fucked by a wet six inch dick. 

I sucked at her cunt to prove I could give as good as I got, but knew it was an uneven contest – and I was losing. I didn't care. I just wanted to cum. So, I let it happen. As the wave of ecstasy radiated through my body, I felt giddy – and happy – and satisfied.

"Wow, Linda ... that tongue of yours is something else," I said when I eventually came back to my senses, slumped on top of her, my face against her thigh, my nose hard against her cunt.

"You are phenomenal, Ashleigh ... such aggression and passion ... I've hoped for years that you'd enjoy sex as much as me ... a woman to share all my experience with."

I stopped listening and stuck my tongue back into her cunt – she may have finished me, but I hadn't finished with her. Her clit fitted snugly between my lips, accessible and prominent like a small pebble.

"Fuck, yes ... suck my clit, Ashleigh ... bite it ... make me cum."

Her body tensed and I felt the pulse in her cunt throbbing against my lips as she pushed into me. She rolled me over to get on top of me, her legs wide open, her cunt gushing with juice.

I'm a cunt sort of girl. Hard ones like rubber, soft ones like chewing gum – I love them all. At that moment, I knew that old ones were no different to the younger ones I'd enjoyed so far. It was as if I was experiencing what my cunt would be like in forty years' time – and was excited to realised it would be no different.

I worked a finger beneath her and ran the tip around her arse hole. Her body stiffened further and I knew I had her exactly where I wanted her – totally under my command. In no time, her clit throbbed against my lips and her cunt tightened around my mouth as she reached her orgasm.

"Fuck, yes ... don't stop ... keep going ... more ... more ... yes ... yes ... yes ..." She started by screaming the words, the volume decreasing with every word until it was no more than a murmur.

Suddenly, her body collapsed on me, all the tension released in an instant. Her cunt was over my face and I watched a squirt of ejaculate spray over my lips and face, then another and another. I licked the drops off her cunt and my face – and swallowed it with relish – a perfect end to our first encounter.




Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 13



We cuddled up on the floor together – Linda enveloping me in her arms and clutching me to the voluptuousness of her tits – just like we did years earlier. I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it gently as we both fell asleep.

The coldness and hardness of the wooden floor woke us. My leg was numb and my naked arse was freezing. I clung to Linda for warmth. My coat was on an adjacent chair and she pulled it over us.

"We used to have a little secret, Ashleigh ... now we have a big secret ... I think it's best if nobody knows about what we do in private ... don't you?"

"It would only cause problems if anybody knew about our new arrangement," I said, thinking how many secret liaisons would I finish up with before my sexual development was complete?

"I take it you are happy for what you call our new arrangement to continue?"

"Of course I am ... but I need you to tell me something."

"I'd do anything for you, Ashleigh ...what do you want to know?"

"I need you to teach me how to squirt cum when I reach a climax ... you're the second person to do it to me ... and I love it ... but I can't do it."

"Of course you can ... it's easy ... you just need to practise."

"I'll practise with you any day, Linda ... but what do I have to do?"

"Tell me what it feels like when you reach orgasm," she said.

"It's like I've climbed a mountain ... that I'm gasping for breath in the thin air ... that I'm falling over the edge ... but I don't care because all my inhibitions have gone ... and I want it to last forever."

"Is there anything else?"

"What more could there be, Linda?"

"Is there anything going on with your cunt?"

"Yes, it's throbbing and hurting ... a nice kind of hurt ... the kind of hurt I like."

"Is there anything else, Ashleigh?"

I thought for a moment before answering. I'd never analysed what was going on in my cunt when I reached orgasm – I was just so pleased to have reached it.

"The only other thing I can think of is that I feel like I want to piss ... so I hold back to make sure I don't spoil the moment."

"That's the answer ... don't hold back ... do the opposite."

"What if I do piss?"

"Trust me ... you won't piss ... but you will squirt cum ... so the next time you climax and feel like you are going to piss ... then force it out and your lady cum will squirt like mine ... practise when you masturbate ... you'll soon get used to it."

"I can't wait to try," I said reaching up and kissing Linda full on the lips. She opened her mouth. My tongue touched hers and a frisson of excitement ran through me. Before long, she was pressing her super-long tongue down my throat – my experience of swallowing big dicks coming in really handy.

"It's useless here," she said, "we have to move ... follow me."

She pulled me up, pulled me into the bedroom, pulled the duvet back, pulled me into her bed, and pulled the duvet back over the pair of us. Then she rolled on top of me and forced her tongue back into my mouth. I sucked on it like a baby drinking from a bottle of milk.

"Tell me a story ... about what it was like when you were eighteen, like me," I said between kisses.

"I was your age in the swinging sixties ... at least some of us were swinging ... most people weren't at it like us ... we were the first generation to take the contraceptive pill ... there was no porn ... and little opportunity to find somewhere quiet to have sex."

"I went to a pop festival ... can't remember where or when ... I know I didn't hear much music ... I drank a bit and smoked something and ended up in a tent with a boy ... long dark hair and beard and piercing eyes, that's all I remember of him ... except we fucked like animals ... it felt so liberating ... in the middle of a field ... in the dark and fucking ... it was wonderful."

"These days, Linda ... if you look at a boy he expects sex."

"I look at young girls like you, Ashleigh ... dressed in flimsy clothes ... showing off your tits and long legs ... and wish I was your age ... so I could do it all over again."

"Anyway, I fell asleep in the tent ... when I woke up, a different boy was on top of me ... so I thought, what the hell ... and opened my legs and let him get on with it ... then another came and thrust his dick in my face ... so I sucked it down ... and I loved the thought of being a dirty girl."

"Another of them turned me over and spread some cum from my cunt over my arsehole ... before I knew what was happening, his dick was up my arse ... and he was fucking me like a train ... it hurt like mad ... and I loved it."

"The word must have got around because more boys arrived ... I don't know how many ... and I fucked the lot of them ... two and three at a time ... I didn't care ... I got covered in cum from head to foot ... got hooked on group sex ... and double penetration ... and I loved it."

"Then someone else came and it felt different ... it was a girl ... she had long blonde hair, all tousled and wild ... she started eating cum out of my cunt ... she sucked my clit and brought me to orgasm ... the first of the night for me ... and I loved it."

"I thought of my mother and Auntie May ... and was desperate to taste her cunt ... it was also full of cum ... so I cleaned it out for her while she continued to suck my cunt ... and we both loved it."

"Then the boys joined in again ... and I was being fucked and sucking dick and sucking cunt ... and I loved it."

"In the morning, everybody left ... I never knew any of their names ... and never saw them again ... but that night changed my life."

"Having group sex would probably have happened sooner or later," I said, sounding as if I was worldly wise, having experienced a lesbian orgy and a gang bang.

"When I got home, my mother took one look at me and put me straight in the bath ... I looked a wreck ... and my hair was stuck together with cum ... I felt such a slut ... and I loved that feeling ... and couldn't wait for the next pop festival so I could do it all again."

"I always knew there was something different about you," I said, remembering that my mother did exactly the same to me when I returned from my gang bang.

"It's why I never married ... I've always been too promiscuous ... too untrustworthy ... I just wanted to have sex with who I wanted ... when I wanted ... and I've never regretted it."

Everything suddenly made sense: Linda with different men all the time; and different women; never the same person for long; and the looks my mother gave her – not that she was any different.

I made a decision at that moment. I was never going to marry – I'm too promiscuous – and want sex too much – and want it to stay that way. Being a slut for nearly fifty years worked for Linda and it would work for me.

"About a year later," she continued, "I finished university and dropped out to live with some friends in a commune ... it was all the rage then ... to drop out of society and live off the land and be self-sufficient."

"Of course, it was all rubbish ... we were all too interested in fucking to have any energy left to work the land ... so it didn't last long.

"There were about a dozen of us ... and other people would turn up and stay for a while and disappear ... we had a large house out in the wilds, miles from anywhere ... which suited us because we wore hardly any clothes ... it was wonderful while it lasted."

"Free love, we called it ... when anyone could have sex with anyone else ... anytime ... anywhere ... in any combination ... and I loved it."

"In the evening, we had communal meals around a large table ... then one person would lie on the table ... to be covered in fruit, jam, cream, anything we had."

"I'm quite an exhibitionist, Ashleigh ... so I was always the first to volunteer ... I wanted the others to look at me when they licked me clean ... while I played with myself and showed off my party trick."

"What party trick? Show me ... I want to see it."

Linda needed no further bidding. She rolled over onto her back, lifted her legs up and stretched them wide open. She then licked her hand and covered it in saliva. Glistening with spit, she inserted two fingers inside her cunt, quickly followed by another and then the fourth. Twisting her hand, she tucked in her thumb and it followed the fingers up her cunt. Another twist and her whole hand disappeared as she fisted herself.

"Wow, Linda ... how do you do that?"

"It's amazing what you can do with a little practice," she said, twisting her hand again and withdrawing it from her extended twat, covered in juice. I grabbed it – and licked and sucked the juice from her fingers, like the dirty bitch I am.

"I love fisting myself in front of other people ... I love the look on their faces ... like you now, Ashleigh."

"Have you ever eaten fruit from a girl's cunt, Ashleigh ... or chocolate ... or nuts? You should try it sometime ... you'll love it."

"Everyone set to ... licking it off ... and then the sex started again ... and it could go on for days ... until every last one of us was exhausted."

"One day, an Australian turned up ... he called himself Bruce, but it may not have been his real name ... he was tall, with black hair and stubble ... bronzed and fit and handsome ... he had a big, fat dick ... and I fell for him immediately ... we fucked like animals ... in the house ... the barn ... the farmyard ... the fields ... the woods ... we fucked solid for a month ... and he got me pregnant."

"Are you sure it was him, Linda?"

"Quite sure ... he was the only man I fucked in that month ... anyway, your mother has his eyes ... and you inherited his thick, shiny hair."

"So that's why there's a mystery about who my grandfather is." I said, lifting my hair, feeling its lush thickness as it ran through my fingers, and thinking of my tall, bronzed, black-haired grandfather.

"I told him I'd missed my period one night in bed ... the next morning he'd disappeared ... and I never saw him again ... spineless bastard."

"That's why I called your mother Sheila ... in memory of my fantastic Australian lover ... the best ever."

"That's probably why mum and I are both sex addicts ... it's in our genes."

"Some of the other women in the commune got pregnant about the same time and it split us up ... but it was fantastic while it lasted ... my mother and Auntie May came and rescued me in their battered, old car ... and took me home."

"That's quite a story, Linda ... you should write it down and get it published ... it would be a best seller."

"I much prefer to relive it, whenever I can," she said, rolling on top of me and finding my cunt with her fingers ... do you like vibrators?" she asked me.

"Mine costs me a fortune in batteries."

"Have a look in the top drawer and choose something."

I leaned over to find the drawer stuffed with vibrators of all shapes and colours – all entangled with wires and plugs. I chose the largest: at least twelve inches long and as thick as my arm, with a wire to plug in so there was no problem with batteries. It was impossible to imagine I could get it up my cunt, but I always was open to a challenge.

"You've chosen my favourite, you dirty bitch ... you'll need lubrication to get all that inside your cunt."

Linda picked up a tube of gel but didn't pass it to me. Instead, she squirted a dollop onto her right hand – the hand that had just been up her own cunt – and pushed me back into the pillow with the other hand.

"Open your legs, bitch," she said, taking the vibrator from me and plugging it in before laying it down between us.

She pushed her index and middle fingers into my cunt in a single stroke, quickly following it with her ring finger. My cunt expanded easily to take them. Her little finger followed and she stroked the four fingers in and out of my cunt in line with my slit. 

It felt divine as she fucked me with four fingers, massaging her thumb against my clit at the same time. Then, she twisted her thumb and pushed it into the mix up my cunt. 

"Wow," I shouted, as her knuckles passed my pubic bone, stretching me wider than even having two dicks up my cunt the previous Saturday night.

"This cunt's seen plenty of action ... I'll soon have it ready to take the vibrator," she said and, with another twist of her wrist, she turned her hand at right angles. I felt her form a fist inside my twat.

My vulva felt as if it was about to split open. My pubic bone felt like it would be crushed. Just when I thought I could take no more, she started working her fist inside me, as if I was a punch bag. 

I laid back and placed my feet down on the bed, my legs as wide as they could go. This was the kind of sex I wanted – vigorous and excessive and fabulously dirty – the sort of sex normal people only dream about.

I reached down and lifted up my right breast and raised it to my mouth and fed the enlarged nipple into my mouth and sucked on it harder than I'd ever done before. 

Then everything changed. She removed her hand from my cunt in a single movement. Even more painful than when she inserted it, I shouted out and started sweating and gasping for breath and thrashing my head from side to side.

There was no time to recover or even think about it. Linda thrust the vibrator up my cunt to the full extent of its more than twelve inches. It disappeared entirely, but I felt its girth as it massaged every square inch inside my twat.

It took my breath away when she switched it to full speed. It seemed to fill the whole area from between my legs up to my stomach – and it vibrated like a goods train – shaking every fibre of my body.

"I knew you could take it all, Ashleigh ... you're my sort of girl ... a dirty and sexy fucking bitch," Linda said as she knelt in front of me, enjoying the fun of fucking a young girl, reliving her youth.

I was lost. I felt like I was teetering on the edge of a cliff – about to fall off at any minute. My cunt expanded as the vibrator did its business, filling every inch of it. I started to grind my body into the rhythm of the vibration. Then I became aware the vibrator was bringing me to orgasm – something that had never happened by penetration before. 

It didn't take long. I gasped as the orgasm swept through my body, from my clit to my brain and back again.

I felt like I'd fallen over the cliff. Like, I could take no more – like, I was about to piss. I didn't hold back. I pushed down as Linda withdrew the vibrator from my cunt, her face close to my twat, watching its reaction. 

I felt a squirt of ejaculate fill my twat – a second squirted across my thighs – another squirted down my leg

"That's my girl ... keep squirting," she said, her face so close it took the next squirt – her breath on my cunt – and another – then I felt the liquid running down and around and across my arsehole.

I lost count of the number of squirts from my cunt – and ended up lying in a pool of wetness. 

It was one of those times you remember for the rest of your life – when you have total sex – and end up completely satisfied and spent.

I fell asleep in Linda's arms and woke up hours later, because she was working her long tongue up and down the slit of my cunt – the dirty bitch. 

"I want more, Ashleigh ... much more," she said. "I want you to fuck me ... and hurt me ... and make me cum."

Who was I to argue? I loved fucking women of all types ... and she was one of the best. I dived back into her drawer and found a long purple dildo with a handle and bobbles running down it – and knew exactly what to do with it.

"Turn over bitch," I said, and squirted a dollop of lubricant across her arsehole. She shivered when the cold gel hit her and I rubbed it over and into her arse, working it well up with my fingers.

"Yes, Ashleigh ... I want more of that."

The dildo slipped easily up her arse, each bobble forcing a whimper out of her as it disappeared inside her body. I took it slowly, making every movement count towards her enjoyment – and my delight in fucking a woman up the arse with a lethal weapon.

I let it rest there for a moment until the tension in her body started to ease. That was the moment I was waiting for – the moment to begin my attack on her arse. I felt the lust cross my face as my lips retracted into a smirk.

I pulled the dildo almost out. She gasped. I pushed it back in again, full, to the hilt, in a single motion. She gasped harder. Then I fucked her with the dildo like I was rodding the drains – and she screamed the house down – the dirty bitch.

"Don't stop ... I want more," she shouted.

I got her to kneel up and rammed the twelve inch vibrator up her cunt, turning it to the maximum. I liked the look of the double penetration of dildo and vibrator, and my smirk widened as it was my turn to enjoy the fun.

Holding the vibrator up her cunt with my left hand, I resumed the rodding action with the dildo in and out of her arse. No woman could last long with me fucking them like that, and it proved to be the case.

Linda's screams diminished as she got into the rhythm and she started to gyrate her lower body in time with my fucking actions. She was sweating heavily and the smell was dirty and sexy at the same time.

It didn't take long. Her body tensed. Her head went back. Then she let out an enormous moan – long and deep and loud. Then she collapsed into the bed as wave after wave of orgasm washed through her body.

I kept the vibrator going and watched her body squirming. She begged me to stop. I kept going. She cried. I kept going. Her body went into spasm. She told me to keep going. I continued to rod her arse. She let out a wild scream. The energy drained from her body as she writhed about on the bed.

After a while, she switched off the vibrator and we fell asleep again – her with the vibrator up her cunt and the dildo firmly embedded up her arse – me with the broad smirk on my face. I'd taken sex with a woman to a new level and felt even more depraved than ever. And I liked it.



Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 14



This series of short stories chronicles the journey of Ashleigh with her friends and relations, as she explores her sexuality, and progresses from teenage sex to the wider reaches of sexual behaviour. They are written from different points of view, to give insight into how the experiences influence the individual characters.

Read the whole set of stories for a better understanding of the characters' motivation and personality, and watch their exploits unfold with people of both sexes, in single and group situations and within their families. 

*

The big day finally arrived. Me, safely delivered to university, my mother gone home, the previous night's farewell dinner done and dusted.

I woke up on my first morning of total freedom -- no family, no work, no worries. Peering over my duvet, my small dorm room was filled with my stuff and a pile of official paperwork: registration documents, hand-outs, circulars, forms, information, rules and regulations. 

This was it. My future lay ahead of me and I couldn't wait to get on with it. I showered and layered on plenty of black eye make-up and pink lipstick overlaid with gloss. The sloppy grey dress I threw on hung loosely from my shoulders and finished at mid-thigh level. It looked good with a pair of thick, black tights and shiny black ankle boots with a small heel.

In the corridors and over breakfast, it was all hellos and introductions to people destined to become new neighbours and friends, possibly lovers. I eyed them over: some of the boys had potential; one or two of the girls seemed to have that look in their eyes -- the gaydar look that lesbians swear by. I made some mental notes to follow up in the future.

After registration, the place to go was the Great Hall where the university societies and clubs laid out their stalls to entice Freshers like me to enrol. Fresher's Week was for socialising and meeting new people and getting laid, and for me that meant every night and in every possible way.

I never imagined so many different leisure activities existed. There was something for everyone: drama, singing, debating, mountaineering, potholing, and sports of every kind -- some I'd never heard of.

For some reason, tae-kwon-do appealed -- self-defence I suppose. Or was it the tall, fair-haired hunk flexing his muscles at the back of the stand, alongside his equally attractive black friend that made me linger? A few rounds fucking them seemed very appealing. I flirted, signed up, and left with a couple of phone numbers.

The Law Society was a must, seeing as that was what would be studying for the next three years of my life. Everyone on that stand looked sober and academic and boring -- not my type at all. I began to wonder if I was studying the wrong subject.

I lingered by the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgender stand. It felt a bit too obvious for a bisexual like me to join. I had no interest in gays or people worried about their gender, but lesbians? It sounded OK to me.

The stand was busy and didn't need to pull in recruits as eagerly as many of the other groups. The gays looked more feminine than the girls, and more vocal as they swanned around exhibiting themselves to Freshers.

A voice took me by surprise as it whispered in my ear. "Are you concerned about your sexuality?"

A tall, slim girl with short, bleached-white hair, dyed with streaks of red and yellow, heavy mascara and deep red lipstick stood beside me in the university tee-shirt, a denim jacket and tight jeans. She gave me no chance to answer.

"Lots of Freshers are like you ... and this is their first opportunity to answer a question that's been rumbling around in their mind for years."

"Were you confused when you were a Fresher?" I asked, falling into the spirit of the conversation and wondering where it might lead.

Asking a question also gave me time to assess the girl while she sought an answer. Was she a lesbian? Or bisexual like me? No matter what, she was definitely my type. I got a whiff of her perfume -- it mixed with the imagined taste of her cunt as it hit my gaydar.

"No. I'd worked myself out long before I came here," she replied, swishing her long fringe from her eyes. "Want to join? There are lots of girls like you ... don't be shy." She bent her mouth close to me and whispered. "You'll enjoy every minute of it." 

I felt her hot breath on the side of my face and inhaled another draft of her scent. I knew the dryness of my mouth could only be relieved by the taste of her cunt.

"I'm sure I will ... especially if they're all as appealing as you."

She looked into my eyes, then looked me up and down, then raised her nose to inhale my perfume, then licked her lips, like an animal assessing the potential of its prey. The taste of her cunt continued to develop in my mouth as she got closer, and a frisson of excitement flowed through me. 

"You don't look like the sort of girl to be intimidated ... the name's Alice."

"I'm Ashleigh ... are you a lesbian, Alice?"

"No, not me ... I put the bi in bisexual ... it's so much more fun ... you should try it."

"I've been thinking for a long time that it doesn't seem right that if men get so much pleasure from a woman ... why can't a woman enjoy it just the same?"

"I love girls who like to experiment, Ashleigh. Is that what you want? Or are you just a tease?"

"Coming to university is liberating ... I want to try everything it has to offer."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded. She nodded. An unspoken message passed between us. She went to talk to a Goth-looking girl behind the desk. They both turned to look at me, their faces serious and fixed. It was clear they thought me to be a novice. I gave them a smile in an attempt to look young and pretty and innocent. 

I wondered how long it would take me to pull a girl when I went to university, never imagining I would land a good looker within a couple of hours -- and she was throwing herself at me. 

Alice was a few years older than me with a fresh complexion and tight jaw line. Her tits were small, more in keeping with a slim girl of about my height. That didn't bother me -- it was her cunt that interested me.

"My place is just around the corner," she said when she returned. She looked at me in a quizzical manner to make sure she was picking up my signals correctly.

I had no intention to play hard to get, realising this was an opportunity -- not only for sex with a new girl -- but also for her to introduce me to the bisexual scene. My cunt went liquid at the thought of all those new girls experimenting with their sexuality, and me helping them to discover it.

"Let's go," I said, linking her arm and drawing her close to my side.

Alice exchanged glances with her Goth friend, who looked enviously at us as she propelled me through the crowd of people, and out of the Hall. She was on a mission and seemed just as eager as me to get to her place and explore the sexuality of a this new stranger in her life -- me! 

At first, we walked leisurely through the autumn sunshine. At each corner, our speed increased. We were almost jogging when we reached the entrance to her building. Her excitement came through in her voice -- she never stopped talking and it got higher and higher. 

I told her nothing about me, preferring to maintain the mystery.

By the time we reached her front door, I knew she was a post-graduate economics student; originally interested in a career in finance; now intent on developing her own business; intent on making a name for herself; intent on making lots of money, and spending it. 

Then, we ran up the two flights of stairs to her first floor apartment. We were gasping for breath as she unlocked her door. We fell inside together.

The door locked shut behind us. Our lips met. Our arms tightened around each other. We held each other close. Our lipstick smeared around. Our tongues licked against each other -- gently at first -- increasing in aggression as we explored the deeper regions. 

I love that moment when I first kiss a person I've just met, and desire floods through my body. My whole being can't wait to tear off their clothes and get on with the sex and fuck and get fucked. 

Animal instinct took over. We grappled at each other's clothes. Alice's jacket and tee-shirt came off easily. Her tits stood prominent when I removed her bra. Her nipples were larger than I imagined -- pointed and dark brown -- I couldn't wait to feel their erection in my mouth. She pulled my dress over my head and gasped at the size of my tits when she released them from my bra. I could tell she was delighted. 

Not a word was spoken. The only sounds came from our frenetic breathing. 

We collapsed onto the floor. We didn't care about the cold hard wood. That's what being amoral is all about -- hard fucking, anytime, anywhere. She pulled at my tights and peeled off my knickers with them at the same time. Wrestling with the fastenings on her jeans took me a bit longer, but I soon had them off.

Alice pushed me down and grabbed me by the ankles and spread my legs wide. I raised my knees as her mouth hovered over my cunt. She looked at it and then at me and smiled and slipped out her tongue just before sinking it into the depths of my body. 

I reached down and pulled my cunt open as wide as it would go. Her tongue flicked against my clit. She worked her fingers inside me.

"You're a very naughty girl," she said.

"You can do anything you like to me, Alice ... I love it." 

The fact that these were almost the first words I spoke to her since leaving the Great Hall seemed to enhance salaciousness of the moment -- especially as she pulled at my clit with her teeth and started to roll it between her lips.

I needed to taste her, to feel the softness of her cunt against my lips, to drink her sex juice. I sat up and turned her over and ran my hands up her bare legs, past the tattooed barbed wire at the top of her thigh and the flash of colour on her stomach, to find her shaven cunt wet with anticipation.

"It seems I'm not the only bad girl around here," I said before dipping my tongue into the glistening wetness and licking her cunt from bottom to top. It was as juicy as a peach and tasted of cum -- the dirty bitch must have had sex already that morning -- and with a boy.

"I never realised you were so experienced, Ashleigh."

"You never asked ... you just assumed."

"I had you for a novice."

"You were wrong ... I'm a fucking amoral bitch, Alice ... it's how I am ... I'm a certifiable bisexual, just like you ... and crave as much cunt and dick as I can get ... and I love sucking cunt that's full of cum ... like yours is right now."

"We'll talk about that later," Alice said, moving into soixante-neuf so we could both take full advantage of the cunt on offer. Imagine my surprise when my face was filled with a huge tattoo in red and yellow and blue that grew on green stems from the depths of her cunt. I was too busy to inspect it closer.

I sucked on her clit while feeling mine grow in her mouth. The feeling of lust spread from my cunt, up through my nipples and into my head. It swam around for a moment and then the orgasm started in my clit. Her cunt began to gush juicy cum at about the same time as mine and I knew we were in sync.

It didn't take long before we both gasped as two powerful orgasms hit at about the same time. Alice collapsed on top of me, her body merging with mine into a heap of naked womanhood on the empty floor.

We lay like that for ages, until the hard boards dug into my skin. "There's nothing more liberating than casual sex with strangers," I said, shuffling to make myself more comfortable. "Women ... men ... couples ... groups ... I love them all."

"You never know what they'll do next ... that's the most exciting bit." 

"We are so alike, Alice ... it feels like I've known you all my life ... but I know hardly anything about you."

"All you need to know is that I'm a dirty fucking bitch ... and I can spot another when I see one ... and I see one right in front of me."

"So what are you going to do about it?"

"Come here, bitch ... and I'll show you," she said, getting to her feet and offering her hand to pull me up.

She led me the few steps to the bed, stood me against it and pushed me back so that my arse was on the edge and my feet on the floor. Kneeling down in front of me, she grabbed my ankles again, lifted my legs high above my head and lapped her tongue back inside my cunt.

Then she moved down and started to lick around my arsehole.

"Yes ... give me more of that, Alice."

Her tongue circled my arsehole again then moved up and over the hill before sinking deep into my cunt and licking it from bottom to top, finishing by rolling my clit between her lips. I relaxed and let her get on with it as she repeated the treat over and over.

"What do you think, Ashleigh?"

"If this is university life ... I like it ... I want to stay here forever."

"Don't move ... I won't be long," she said, letting go of my ankles and throwing my legs sideways onto the bed.

I heard her rattling about in a drawer and she returned with an armful of sex toys. "Do you have any favourites, Ashleigh?"

"I like them all ... the bigger ... the faster ... the better ... you choose." 

"This is my favourite," she said, taking a long, fat, purple, double-ended dildo. I watched as she spat on one end, massaged it around, spread her legs, and manoeuvred it up her cunt, the other end hanging out of her like a dick.

She pushed me onto my back, lifted my legs over my head again, and spat a gob of spit onto my cunt, working it around with her tongue to act as a lubricant. Then she fed the spare end of the dildo inside me. We pushed against each other, gently at first then with all our might. 

The dildo disappeared inside us with every thrust -- until the wet lips of our cunts kissed each other as they met in the middle. We ground our clits against each other, our legs in an X shape. We were both breathing as if we'd just finished a five mile run, well on the way to orgasm. 

A spark of pleasure flooded through me, my cunt stuffed with dildo. I manoeuvred myself on top, my tits swaying in front of her face while I pushed and ground harder into her cunt -- imagining how great it must feel to be a man fucking a woman. We gasped each time our cunts slapped together. 

I slid my finger inside my cunt, placing the tip on my clit. Alice sighed as my bent knuckle worked against her clit at the same time. A few more pushes and we were snorting like pigs, our clits throbbing in tune with each other. We both climaxed. I let out a loud groan, my cunt gripping the dildo so tightly I felt every contraction of my orgasm.

I felt the need to piss. So I pushed down and my cunt ejaculated, my cum squirting out between our bodies, flooding the dildo, and down into Alice's cunt. I pushed into her a few more times to make sure we were both dripping wet.

"Wow ... you must teach me how to cum like that, Ashleigh."

I didn't tell her that I learnt it from my grandmother. I knew Alice was liberated, but some things have to stay secret.

We shuffled into a comfortable position, keeping the dildo firmly wedged inside us, pulled over a sheet, and fell into a deep sleep.

I've lost count of how many times I've fallen asleep with a man's dick embedded in my cunt. When I woke up, the feeling was different. Instead of a flaccid, almost unnoticeable, dick inside me, the dildo was as large and stiff as the first time Alice forced it inside me. 

The only time I'd experienced anything like that was when I'd fallen asleep with a vibrator up my cunt. But, this was different -- Alice's cunt was still on the end of the dildo -- and the heat of our bodies and the smell of sweat and sex filled the space between us.

It was still my first morning at university. In addition to masturbating before I got up, I'd already had a further two orgasms with a complete stranger -- and one of them was from penetration -- something that had never happened until a couple of weeks ago. University life was already exceeding my wildest expectations. 

As if she could hear me thinking, Alice's eyes opened wide and looked into mine. 

"You're a dirty fucking bitch, Ashleigh."

"And you're just the sort of friend I hoped to meet ... someone with a lovely sweet twat who can make me cum ... and get me into the girly scene."

"What about the boys?"

"They're easy ... I never have a problem ... they find me."

"What I like is that boys think they know everything about sex ... but it's us girls who are the real experts."

"So who's cum did I drink from your cunt, Alice?"

"He's called Josh ... I buddy up with him sometimes ... you'll like him."

"You wouldn't be jealous?"

"There's lots you don't know about me, Ashleigh ... I use Josh for one thing ... he has the biggest dick in town ... not just long ... but wide and hard ... just right to give my cunt a good stretch."

"Where do I find him?"

"I'll introduce you." 

"I prefer sex with men older than me ... young boys never seem to master their hair triggers."

"You won't be disappointed with Josh ... he's older than me ... and he can cum and cum and cum."

"He sounds just my type."

"It sounds that anyone who can fuck or suck is your type, Ashleigh."

"That's because I'm a sex addict ... I fucked my first boy when I was fourteen ... my first girl when I was sixteen ... and since I've been eighteen it's been anal and threesomes and lesbians and groups and gangbangs ... my cunt and arsehole have been stretched to the limit .... and I've loved every second of it."

"It sounds like you are always up for sex."

"People throw themselves at me all the time ... for example, last week I was working in my Dad's estate agency and this woman came in ... it took me a while to realise she was the gym teacher from my old school, Miss Jones."

"I like athletic types, Ashleigh ... they have so much stamina."

"We all fancied her at school ... she's a bit like you, Alice ... tall and slim with a pretty face and nicely proportioned tits, but with a fair ponytail that swishes when she runs."

"Glad you like my tits ... but they're not in your league," she said, reaching down and licking my left nipple before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it.

"Miss Jones told me it was impossible for teachers to get friendly with pupils these days," I continued while Alice enjoyed herself on my tits, "but now I'd left school it was different."

"That was a come-on if ever I've heard one."

"First I noticed that look in her eyes ... that gaydar look ... and then I passed her a pen and she touched my hand ... only slightly, but it sent an electric bolt through me ... and she gave me the look again."

"What did you do?"

"I didn't have to do anything ... she told me her boyfriend was away on business ... and that I could come round to her house any time ... meaning, to come soon ... before he returns."

"So, when I approached you today, Ashleigh ... it's all in a day's play for you, isn't it?" 

I nodded as I continued my story. "I didn't want to make a fool of myself ... so I texted her ... in case I'd misinterpreted her signals ... she texted straight back ... and told me she'd always fancied me."

"Who wouldn't fancy these tits?" Alice said, sucking my right nipple deep into her mouth.

"Let me show you something," I said. 

I reached down and gathered up my left breast in my hand, lifted it up to my mouth and sucked hard on the nipple until it disappeared into my mouth -- then I played with it -- letting it partly out and sucking it back in again.

"What does sucking your own tits feel like?"

"It feels just the same as when you do it to me ... a ripple of pleasure that goes through me ... up through my head ... it's best when I masturbate at the same time ... I get the feelings working together ... and it gives great orgasms."




Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 14



"You're a lucky bitch, Ashleigh ... I wish I could do that."

"It makes me very horny ... like that text from Miss Jones ... my cunt was dripping all day after that ... and I couldn't take my mind off her."

"That's what I like about texts ... they are like secret messages and you can be more explicit without causing too many problems."

"I was round her house at seven that evening ... all dolled up and ready for action ... with a short skirt, no tights and a low cut top to show off my tits."

"You're a dirty bitch, Ashleigh."

"She wore a short dress in a flower print that hugged every contour of her body ... she wasn't wearing a bra ... and her erect nipples told me she was ready for anything." 

"You're making me excited just listening to this."

"I like telling people about having sex ... especially my friend Danielle and my fuck-buddy, John."

"You'll be telling them all about being fucked on your first day at university by a crazy postgraduate student called Alice."

"Of course ... and how we fucked with a big, fat double dildo until we made each other cum ... and then talked about it as it lay on the bed beside us ... while we sucked at my tits."

"What happened next with Miss Jones?"

"Well, when I got to her place, we sort of air-kissed ... but it didn't quite work right and her lips imperceptibly touched mine ... I think she did it on purpose, but it made that electric bolt flash through me again ... then we were sat on the couch ... and she leaned over and moved the hair from my face ... and kissed me gently on the lips ... wow ... it felt like I was breaking all the rules kissing a teacher."

"But she wasn't your teacher any longer ... so you could do anything you liked."

"Exactly, but I like breaking the rules ... doing things other people don't do ... it gives me a buzz."

"I know lots of ways to break the rules, Ashleigh ... first, tell me about Miss Jones."

"The soft kissing didn't last long and we soon had our tongues down each other's throats ... then we were stripping each other's clothes off ... and I found she had no knickers on ... which sent me wild and I stretched open her legs and piled into her cunt ... it was lovely and tasted of honey mixed with sweat and piss ...

"And it was real honey because she told me that after my last text, she dipped her finger into the honey jar and masturbated with it ... while thinking of me ... that was a real turn-on ...

"And we got into soixante-neuf and sucked each other's cunt and then we were in bed and she had lots of vibrators and they were up our cunts and up our arses and we kept cumming and cumming ... until we were exhausted and fell asleep ...

"And we kept waking up and the sucking and fucking continued until all the vibrators were dead ... so we carried on using them as dildos ...

"In the morning, the sheets were covered in sweat and honey and cum and shit ... and piss."

"What piss?"

"When I made her cum ... she pissed over me ... not much ... just a bit each time ... so we had lots of pissing."

"You're sure it wasn't cum?"

"No, cum is sweet ... piss is salty ... you can't mistake them."

"I could hardly walk the next day ... I was so tired at work ... and so sore ... but I like being sore because it sort of makes the sex keep going up your cunt and up your arse so you get even more out of it."

"You are a really dirty bitch, Ashleigh ... I'm so glad we met ... I've got lots of plans ... I'm sure you'll like them."

"You're just my type, Alice ... I just want to have as much sex as my body will take ... I can't get enough of it."

My story clearly made an impression on Alice. Within seconds, she had my legs in the air and stretched them wide open and sunk her tongue deep into my cunt, wrapping her mouth around it and sucking on every inch. When she reached my clit, I came almost immediately -- and treated her to another spray of cum, all over her face.

"You must show me how to do that," she said, but I was past talking and fell asleep again.

When I awoke it was afternoon. Alice was sitting next to me drinking coffee and eating biscuits. Mine were on the bedside table and I devoured them as if they were my last meal. Sex always makes me hungry.

"I can get you into the group sex scene, if you're interested," she said.

"I love group sex ... all that double penetration ... never knowing who's going to do what to me ... women sucking my cunt while men fuck me ... cum splashing everywhere ... and never knowing which direction it will come from next."

"Do you like parties, Ashleigh?"

"Actually, I'm not a big party girl ... I don't get drunk or take drugs or anything like that ... I like to stay in control of myself ... sex is my drug ... parties with sex that's my scene."

"Have you ever been to a total swapping party ... with men and women ... singles and couples?"

"I've had lots of threesomes ... a lesbian orgy ... and one with me and just men, until a woman joined in ... I lost count of how many ... I didn't care ... I just wanted to fuck and be fucked."

"You are a dirty girl, Ashleigh."

"I love group sex ... can't get enough of it ... love experimenting ... love that feeling for days after when I can't walk straight ... like my cunt and arsehole have been stretched to the limit ... and I've still got a dick wedged up there and can't shake it off."

"There's a party a week on Saturday run by my friends Dave and Sheena ... a couple with pots of money who are a really dirty pair ... they'll love you, Ashleigh ... what with those tits and such a lovely wet cunt ... and such a dirty mind."

"Watch it, Alice ... you'll make me horny again."

"I don't think it takes much to make you horny ... a sniff of cunt ... the bulge of an erection ... and you're there with your legs open."

"I can taste your cunt from here, Alice," I said, licking my lips in front of her face. I swear she was ready for sex again.

"Dave and Sheena have a big house in the country ... I sort of arrange for uninhibited girls like us to go ... who like showing off ... and having sex in front of everyone ... I'm looking for another ... are you game for a real swingers party?" 

"It sounds exciting ... I love being an exhibitionist ... having sex with everyone watching ... then joining in."

"Have any of your lovers given you a present after you've had sex with them, Ashleigh?"

"Oh yes, John always gives me presents ... underwear ... sex toys ... porn ... that sort of thing ... he also gives me money to buy clothes."

"Are you happy with that?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Well," Alice said, hesitating, "if you come to Dave and Sheena's party, there's several hundred in it for you."

"What sort of girl do you think I am?" I asked, looking into the deep blueness of her eyes.

"John gives you presents and money."

"I know, but he's a friend ... I'm not a prostitute."

"All women are prostitutes, Ashleigh ... we all use sex to get what we want ... a certain man ... or a woman ... or to get in places ... or land a job ... lots of things."

"Well ... yes ... I suppose so ... but that's not the same as being paid ... is it?"

"Of course it is ... all women are bought."

"What even married women?"

"Don't get me started ... they're the worst ... they get the lot ... a house ... a car ... a family ... kept ... taken on holiday ... and their husbands can have sex whenever they want ... it's said that most men only get married for free sex every night."

"I'd never thought about it like that ... anyway, I'm never going to marry ... I'm too promiscuous and want to be free to fuck who I want, when I want."

"If you played your cards right, Ashleigh ... you could pay your way through university ... a beautiful girl like you ... tall, slim, big tits, nice round arse ... and willing to do anything ... you can earn a fortune... why give sex away for free?"

"I do sex for the fun ... the pleasure ... the satisfaction of knowing I'm in control ... not for money." 

"I was the same as you at first ... then I ran out of money and kept extending my loan ... it's all paid off now ... I've got money in the bank ... and wealthy people who want to give me more."

"I'm not stupid, Alice ... I understand what you're saying."

"I started with myself ... then other girls wanted to be involved."

"And you're offering me the same?"

"Remember I told you I intended to set up my own business when I finish my research? Well, I already run a small -- but select -- escort business ... and am always looking for girls who are totally uninhibited ... just like you." 

"I'd never considered going that far."

"Join me and you get the lot ... girls ... men ... couples ... groups ... it's great fun ... you get to choose ... you can do anything you like in between ...and I can introduce you to more extreme types of sex ... if you're interested."

"I'll have to think about it."

"You're at university now ... this is a place where you have to experiment with new concepts ... to seek out different ways of looking at the world ... to open your mind and let your imagination run free."

"I intended to do my own thing ... certainly until I found my feet."

"That's OK ... you'll find plenty of sex to keep you entertained ... let me know when you change your mind."

"Don't you mean if I change my mind?"

"I mean when you change your mind ... girls like you and me are always looking for the next big thing ... the next sexual adventure, Ashleigh ... and there's lots more out there."

"I suppose there's nothing wrong in taking a couple of hundred to fuck and be fucked at a sex party that I'd do to for nothing ... it's starting to sound OK."

"You can stop whenever you want ... and fuck who you like ... but think of not being a penniless student like the others ... and what about the clothes you could buy?"

"I'd only be interested in doing it at the top end ... you know ... international call-girl style with really wealthy people," I said, realising that a degree and a jet set lifestyle could work well together.

Alice looked at me and I stared back, our eyes close together. It's not what I expected, but the idea was growing on me. Sat up in bed, sipping coffee, nibbling biscuits, stark naked, the smell of sex in the air, with a woman I hardly knew, was a strange place to do a business deal that could affect the rest of my life. She nodded slightly. I nodded back. We both knew I was in. 

"What are these more extreme types of sex you mentioned?"

"Have you considered bondage?"

"Giving it or getting it?"

"When you get it, you are totally immobilised and anyone can do anything to you ... it lifts sex to a different level ... you're begging them to stop and begging for more at the same time."

"I've seen what they do to girls in porn films ... and always imaged I'd try it one day."

"I love it, Ashleigh ... being totally subservient ... and not being able to stop them ... there's nothing like the feeling of total inhibition."

"That sounds exciting ... but I do like to be in control."

"Learning how to immobilise people so that you don't harm them takes time ... Dave and Sheena are teaching me ... there's lots of money to be made being a dominatrix ... and I intend to add it to my business portfolio."

"It sounds good to me, Alice."

"That's for the future ... for now, what do you think about my tattoo?" 

I laid her back and ran my hand over her stomach and inspected the tattoo. It looked like a pair of flowers, but it wasn't. The flower heads were figures, intertwined into an art nouveau effect: on one side, a man stood fucking a woman from behind; on the other, two women were sucking each other's cunt in soixante-neuf. The green stems were their legs, tapering down until they disappeared inside Alice's cunt. The girl receiving the attention in both pictures was clearly Alice, with her short white hair and bright red lips. 

"That must have taken some doing."

"It's my own design ... I developed it with Zoe at the tattoo salon ... she's a hardcore lesbian ... I'll introduce you, if you're interested."

"It's always nice to meet new people," I said, and we laughed because we both knew I'd want to have sex with Zoe.

"You'll like Zoe ... she's a dirty bitch, just like you ... she's covered in tattoos ... and piercings ... all over ... her nipples ... her cunt ... everywhere ... a real animal ... she'll go mental when she sees you ... and won't be satisfied until she's fucked and sucked every inch of you."

"She sounds just my type."

"One of her tattoos is an orgy scene around her arse and cunt ... all women ... she's a real artist."

"I've never been interested in tattoos, Alice ... I can't get over the thought of what they'll look like when I'm old ... it's always put me off."

"Zoe and me got so horny when she showed me her tattoos ... my hand was inside her cunt in seconds ... and hers in mine ... it was so spontaneous ... and then we fucked the shit out of each other."

"Did she charge for your tattoos ... or was it payment in kind."

"I insisted on paying ... after all she's in business ... like me."

"How did you get into charging for sex then?"

"It happened by accident really."

I raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"I met this man in a bar ... his name was George ... we ended up at my place and he fucked me well and true ... he left me a hundred as he left ... I told him it wasn't necessary ... that I love sex and do it for free ...

"The next time he left me a hundred again ... he told me it was his contribution to my rent ... so I carried on taking it ...

"I saw him every Thursday and we developed the same routine ... he liked me to wear dirty knickers ... he stripped them off me ... then I sucked him off while he sniffed and licked at the knickers ... then he came all over my face and tits ... and wiped his cum off with the knickers."

"I like kinky sex, Alice ... it breaks up the routine."

"When he finished, I sucked him up again to a nice hard on ... then he fucked me up the arse ... I like that ... it feels so dirty ... then he wiped the shit off his dick with my knickers ... and took them home with him."

"Sounds just like my type."

"I think the hundred was conscience money ... he told me his wife wouldn't do oral on him ... and certainly wouldn't let him fuck her up the arse."

"So, you performed a social service ... keeping his marriage together."

"I suppose so ... and the money came in handy ... it paid my living expenses and for all the knickers I needed to buy ... and kept my student loan down."

"Sounds like good business, Alice ... every student should have one ... or two or three ... getting paid for something they enjoy and would do for free ... and no loan to pay off at the end."

"So you're beginning to see the sense of what I'm offering ... but you'd have to go to the STD clinic regularly."

"I go every month."

"There's a nurse at the university clinic ... Maxine ... a black girl with tits so big she can hardly fasten the buttons on her uniform ... we've all been trying to get into her knickers."

"I'm thinking that if I just did a few bits on the side it would stop me racking up too many debts ... but not as a long term occupation," I said, bringing the subject back.

"George stopped coming and I never saw him again ... his wife must have found out ... I really missed the money at first and decided to do something about it ... I signed up with an escort agency first and they gave me plenty of work ... students are in great demand in this town ...

"I soon worked up a client list ... and kept going ... before long my business started to grow ... and I got into couples ... there's a lot of money to be made from couples ... it's all driven by the women ... and they can be very demanding ...

"I call myself Francesca ... it sounds more exotic, sexier ... the clients like it, too ... what would you like to call yourself, Ashleigh?"

"Something like a porn star ... Cherokee or Texas ... perhaps Angelica ... I don't know really ... yes I do ... Holly Dubois ... that's it." 

"Dave and Sheena will love Holly Dubois.

"It sounds a bit like Holly do twat."

"Dave and Sheena are regular clients ... they took me on holiday to their villa in the south of France ... it was really exciting ... a continuous fuck fest ... we stayed naked most of the time ... sunbathing and fucking whenever we liked ... often at the same time ...

"They had lots of French friends who kept dropping in ... and joining in ... those fucking French ... they love swapping and group sex and anal ... lots of anal ...

"One time, there were five of us ... Sheena was kneeling with her back to me while I fucked her up the arse with a dildo ... behind me, the Frenchman was fucking me up the arse, squeezing my nipples between his fingers ... behind him, Dave was frantically fucking him up the arse ... and behind him the French woman was pounding Dave up the arse with a strap-on ... I could hear her pendulous tits slapping against his back with every thrust."

I realised my fingers had strayed and were slowly massaging the button of my clit. It must have been going on for a while because I felt quite aroused. Talking dirty always does that to me. I laid back squeezed my left nipple between my finger and thumb, and continued to masturbate, listening to Alice's story.

"We got into a rhythm ... starting at the back and ending with me thrusting the dildo up Sheena as hard as I could ... the men came first ... but the women could have kept going for hours ... 

"You should have seen the shit and cum on the sheets afterwards ... and we were covered in it ... so we all dived in the pool to clean off ... and I ended up being fucked under water ... while sucking out the soppy cunt of the French woman sat on the edge ...

"Then the women gathered around the men and we watched while they sucked each other off and fucked each other up the arse ... that was the first time I'd been involved with two men fucking each other ... the Frenchman loved it ... and so did Dave ... the dirty fucking bastard ...

"They have a special room there ... kitted out for bondage ... the French woman demanded to be tied to a frame ... her legs wide open and her arms outstretched ... she couldn't move ... then we fucked her relentlessly ... first normally ... then with dildos on long sticks ... vibrators ... tennis rackets handles ... anything ...

"I felt sorry for her and never imagined one person could take so much abuse ... but I really enjoyed it ... fucking her with a dildo and telling her what a fucking bitch she was ... and giving her a bit of a slap ... she kept pleading to be set free ... and then for more abuse ... you can't imagine how powerful I felt ... it was terrific ...

"Then they let her loose and grabbed me ... I didn't get a choice ... but I didn't resist much ... I so wanted it ...

"Trussed up like a chicken, they fucked my face and my cunt and arse ... and double penetrated me ... then double anal ... double cunt ... dicks and dildos everywhere ... and they stood around me and pissed over every inch of me ... in the end I couldn't hold back ... and pissed myself ... 

"When they let me down ... I was dripping with cum and piss and shit from head to toe ... I collapsed into the pool of piss on the floor ... too exhausted to move ... my conversion to a slut complete ... and determined to do the same to anyone I could ...

"Wow, Alice ... you are miles ahead of me," I said, stunned by what she told me, my heart pounding at the thought of so much new sex to experience -- my fingers still wedged inside my cunt.

"You'll love it, Ashleigh ... you're just like me ... a slut to your roots."

I wasn't in any mood for further discussion. I could smell the sex on her -- dirty bitch. I needed satisfaction. I took hold of her ankles and lifted her legs and spread them to expose her cunt -- glistening with juice -- the juice I had to taste again.




Ashleigh's Carnal Friends Ch. 14



"Yes, Ashleigh, suck my cunt ... put your finger up my arse ... I'm your dirty slut ... make me cum," she said as I sunk my tongue deep inside her cunt.

I reached out for the double dildo that was still lying on the bed. I turned her over and spat a big gob of saliva on her arsehole. Then I massaged it around with my finger before working it inside her. The dirty bitch pulled on her arse cheeks to make it easier for me. I moistened the dildo with some lubricant and fed it up her arse.

Her experience in anal sex meant her arsehole easily stretched to take the width of the dildo. I soon worked a half of its length inside her.

"Fuck me up the arse, Ashleigh ... fuck me hard ... like the French ... make me cum," Alice said, her head pushed into the pillow, her arse in the air.

I positioned myself beneath her -- so I could suck on her cunt while using two hands to fuck her arse with the dildo -- but it was not enough -- I needed her to suck my cunt at the same time.

So, I moved us around into soixante-neuf and pounded her arse with the dildo in front of my face. I could taste the juice of her cunt and smell her shit at the same time -- the whole lot merging into a cocktail that made me even more sexed up.

It took longer for us to reach a climax that time. I didn't care -- I never want the sex to end once it starts. She came first and I came shortly after. Then we sank into the bedding and slept like the exhausted pair of sluts we were, our arms and legs intertwined.

I was totally spent when we awoke. For some reason I needed to get back to my own room -- to my space. Fortunately, it wasn't far. Every step was pain, nice pain from the sex with Alice. I had intended to inspect the local talent that evening. Instead, I slept for a further twelve hours, dead to the world -- dreaming of ivory towers full of potential -- full of sexual potential.

The next morning, I awoke ravenously hungry and raring to go. University was already exceeding my wildest dreams -- and I was in a hurry to experience everything on offer.