0 comments/ 33882 views/ 0 favorites Lady Belinda By: johnniedee004 Belinda was feeling concerned. Her close friend, Jean, had told her over a drink in the bar following their committee meeting that evening - in confidence of course - that their popular director, Johnnie claimed to have made love to all the ladies in the society who were worth having. This puzzled her. He hadn't had her, for one. Nor had he had her other close friend, Lois, because she would have told her – and Lois would have welcomed the attentions of Johnnie. She was besotted by him and often confided in Belinda that she would open her legs as wide as she could for Johnnie. In addition to all that, Lois was by general consent the most beautiful – most gorgeous member of the group – and not yet thirty! And Belinda herself was very well proportioned and good-looking, if not quite stunningly so. So there was some mistake somewhere. Jean admitted to her that Johnnie had told her this in response to her question to him, after they had made love in the back of his car. That did not surprise Belinda, since Jean enjoyed a variety of lovers behind her husband's back. And he did the same, so Jean explained. So it was by mutual consent. ('Tell me, Johnnie,' Jean had asked quietly, whilst relaxing after the event, ' how many of the women in the society have you had?' 'What? Oh, all the ones worth having,' was his smiling retort. 'But you're the best,' he had added gallantly.) So as Belinda stepped out of her clothes getting ready for bed, she examined her figure in the mirror of her dressing room, turning one way, then the other. A few ripples of fat here and there, with a thickening waist perhaps, but smooth skin, nice full breasts with well-defined areola and nipples. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and the inner labia just visible in the gash of her plump vulva. The thought that Johnnie wasn't attracted to her – for that was the implication of his remark to Jean - upset her somewhat. Not that she was particularly attracted to him, but he was now becoming a challenge to her ego. Perhaps it would be interesting to make love with him just to assure herself that she did appeal to him. The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea – and the more attractive Johnnie became. As she climbed between the silk sheets of her bed, her husband John appeared naked from the bathroom. He was two years older, but he had one problem that had affected their love life. He had an oversized cock. Many women, of course, drool over large cocks, probably the ones who haven't had one inside them. But John's was a full ten inches and very thick. Belinda would be the envy of her friends if they knew, but the truth was that it hurt her when they fucked. On one overzealous attempt at intercourse, the skin across the base of Belinda's vulva – her fourchette - had actually torn. It was very painful and took ages to heal over. There was no pleasure for her in making love with such a massive penis. They resorted to manual and oral sex, but his cock was too big to be fully drawn into her mouth. And she was never very good at masturbating his massive cock. Just as a woman knows best how to bring herself to orgasm, so a man knows best his most sensitive areas to achieve ejaculation. So John and Belinda always finished themselves off. Some mornings, Belinda would half open her eyes to see John sitting up in his bed, gazing down on his hard erection reaching up his chest. His hand was wrapped round the upper end of the shaft pumping it. By bending his head low, he was able to take the head of his cock into his mouth, which is what he was often did. His loins would writhe and jerk until, with a sudden jolt, his buttocks bouncing, head thrown back, his cock would explode over his neck and shoulders. After a few moments of calm, John would slide out of bed and into the bathroom whilst Belinda quietly played with herself. Watching her husband masturbate his magnificent cock usually turned her on. As he showered, she would rub her clitoris to a mild, but satisfying orgasm. So, she had not objected when he sought to stay his sexual appetite elsewhere. But she herself had never seriously thought of straying. The deceit and excuses would all too much trouble to keep up and she enjoyed her life of luxury too much to jeopardize it. She watched casually as John climbed into his pyjamas, the large cock sprouting from the forest of thick hair, dangling and swaying between his hairy thighs. If only it was half the size, she thought, life would be very different. It wasn't the only cock she had seen, of course. She had been brought up with dogs and horses, but it was when she was at college in Oxford that she had her first real sight of men's cocks. * * * * * It happened when, with her friend, Pamela, she had accompanied four young students on a picnic outing one particularly hot Saturday afternoon. They had fooled about and romped around after the sandwiches and wine, rolling in the grass, running about and playing tag. Silly games. The exercise tired them, and as they flopped into the long grass, sweating, panting and laughing, Belinda's skirt had ridden up to expose her brief diaphanous knickers, leaving little of her vulva to the imagination. Her friend was also lying on her back panting for breath, knees bent, so that she too was showing her skimpy underwear. Unknown to her, though, tufts of her dark pubic hair were sprouting from the legs. For four young lusty men fuelled by the wine, the sight of soft forbidden fruit inflamed their minds. Two of them, to reciprocate in a show of bravado, opened their shorts and under pants to expose their soft cocks to the two girls, waving them lewdly. Belinda and Pamela laughed loudly at the sight, pointing to the swaying cocks. 'Good heavens,' cried Pamela in mock surprise, 'what are those supposed to be?' 'Watch,' one of the guys commanded, 'and you'll find out!' And he stood facing them, legs apart, beginning to play with his cock, so that it stiffened and grew quickly to a handsome size. His friend followed suit whilst the other two men looked on with amusement. Although laughing, Belinda's eyes were glued to the sight, watching in awe as the cocks filled and grew. 'Have a feel!' the young man suggested. Belinda and her friend shook their heads in refusal, still unable to stop laughing at the sight of the two men, with stiff cocks swaying before them. But the sight of two hard cocks interested Belinda. She examined the weapons with absorbed interest. One had a sharp upward bend in the shaft, though both were about six inches in length she guessed. The colour of the skin differed – one pale and the other swarthy – as did their skin texture. The shorts had been dropped and kicked to one side, exposing the men from the waist down, so that Belinda had a clear view of the genitals. The foreskin mesmerised Belinda. It slid down over the head to reveal the shining glans, before sliding back over it. And the testicles hanging low from the base of the shaft in their wrinkled bag held her attention. Her attention was entirely concentrated on her first sight of male genitals. |The swarthy cock of the second guy was straight, but tapered from a thick base to a narrower tip, with smaller head. The veins showed through the skin like knotted whipcord, giving it a rugged look. His testicles were bunched up to the base of the shaft. She was very tempted to reach out and play with these handsome cocks. Then, without any warning, the guys threw themselves on top of the women, falling between their thighs, pinning their shoulders to the ground. Flimsy pants were dragged roughly aside, whilst both giggling women struggled, but the weight of the men on top of them prevented any serious opposition. It was still a game – or so Belinda thought. Not expecting any serious assault on their bodies, the women were completely taken by surprise, unable to avoid the stiff cocks invading their hairy vulvas. They started to object and struggle. Belinda felt the hard swarthy shaft prodding against her groin, searching for the virgin opening hidden between her lips. It was scary! The other two men were laughing, removing their own shorts and underwear to join in the game, helping to drag the pants down the legs of the women, who were now crying out for them to stop. But to no avail. Struggle as they would, each of the women was held down, legs held apart, with the stiffened cocks having found the labia lips, nudging between them, trying to force penetration. Belinda's friend was the first to cry out in pain as her defences were breeched. She felt her own tight vagina, though always damp by nature, being ravished by the stiff cock pushing hard against it, gradually gaining entrance to that secret treasure. The situation had turned from laughter to a serious attempt at rape. The cock managed to gain access, in and out of the mouth of her vagina, seeking full penetration, and to her revulsion, Belinda felt herself begin to lubricate. She wept with frustration at the absurdity of it. Here she was, trying to defend herself against unwelcome invasion, and all the time her vagina was giving the intruder an easy passage. It was like a nightmare. She couldn't believe it was happening. Belinda felt the cock filling her, finally managing to push its way deep inside. But she felt completely numb. No sooner had it found its length, than it quickly withdrew to sprinkle starchy sperm in several jerks over her golden curls. She looked down to watch the erupting cock. Belinda had never seen an ejaculation before, watching it until the last drop. Though captivated by the sight, she fell back onto the grass, relieved that it was over. But she was mistaken. The other man now dropped between her thighs and promptly skewered her with his cock. It slid straight into the wet gash to its fullest depth. His thighs bounced up and down on her, his cock thrusting in and out in rapid strokes. Belinda was exhausted by the struggle, realising that to continue was a waste of effort with the first guy kneeling on her shoulders, holding her down. With his bare groin over her face, Belinda had a close look at the testicles and the softening cock, stained with her juices. She could have bitten them hard, but feared for her safety. The cock drove hard in and out of her vagina. The young man's breathing came hard and erratic, until after what seemed forever - but was only a minute or so - he too withdrew with a loud grunt. Belinda looked down again, as if in a dream, to watch sperm gushing over her. The other two men had likewise violated Pamela. After the assault, the women lay still in the trampled grass. Belinda's friend was sobbing, her shoulders heaving, her pants torn. The men were some way off, pulling on their underwear and shorts, before slinking away, laughing and joking together, comparing their experiences. Belinda sat up to comfort her friend, though she herself felt in need of some sympathy. She felt at her vulva gingerly, wet with sperm. It was swollen and tender to the touch. The sperm had tricked over the lips. She examined Pamela's vulva as well, with its surrounding of sperm-sodden hair. The lips were red and pouting. As they cleaned up, they agreed that it would be of no use to complain to the authorities. They just would not be believed. It would be said that they had encouraged the men, taunting them - egging them on. But they made sure that the men's reputations were ruined in their college, with two of their lecturer friends publicly condemning the four rapists. * * * * * As Belinda recalled that first sight of men's genitals, her mind speculated on Johnnie's equipment, wondering if, and how she might become one of his conquests. Her hand strayed between her thighs to cup and squeeze her vulva, which had dampened with her thoughts of sex, whilst drifting off to sleep with the vision of a stiff penis on her mind. The following Saturday was the last night of the current production at the theatre, and it was usual to have an after-show party for the company. As the Secretary of the society she occasionally went to them, though they were mainly intended for the cast and crew to let their hair down and have a final analysis of the past week's events. Some parties were known to develop into an orgy of drinking and snogging, with dancing and party pieces. But she knew Johnnie would be there, so decided to go along. She had a ticket for the final performance, though her husband preferred to watch football on the television. A small number of the committee always sat together to watch the final performance. She took particular care in getting herself ready for the evening, selecting a smart, light two-piece, and loose fitting silk underwear. Earlier in the day, her hairdresser had replenished the golden sheen of her hair – a mousy colour by nature – and softened her usual swept-back style to a rather less formal cut. She looked superb! After the show, during which Belinda had fantasized at length about the forthcoming event, she excused herself from the other members, sauntered into the lounge where she was greeted on all sides by various members, and immediately bumped into Johnnie who was on his way to the bar. 'Hello, Bel! You're looking very attractive this evening! Can I get you a drink? G&T is it?' 'That's most kind of you darling. Yes, that would be lovely. Where are you sitting? Oh, I see your wife over there. I'll join them if you don't mind.' And she did. Johnnie's wife, Charity, was already in good spirits and the group laughed a lot. Belinda surprised herself by calmly looking at Charity, thinking 'I'm going to seduce your husband tonight, all being well.' She had no guilty conscience about it, since Charity was well known for her own affairs. When the time came to leave for the after-show party, Johnnie was delighted to hear that Belinda was going along as well. Belinda had brought the Mercedes this evening, rather than her small sports car. She parked a little way from the house, under a street lamp, locked the Mercedes and strolled up to the large house. It was a large, very comfortable place in large grounds, belonging to a member of the cast who was a successful solicitor. After hanging her coat, Belinda was handed a drink by the genial host, and edged into the lounge. The room was already full of noisy people drinking and chatting. It was warm in the room and lit only by a couple of table lamps. Belinda caught sight of Johnnie straight away, latched onto him and managed to engineer herself to perch on his knee, in an armchair in the corner of the room. She was slightly tipsy and feeling good. Johnnie was likewise relaxed and chatty. Belinda was known for her down-to-earth, businesslike approach, so decided to use direct tactics. 'Well, this is cosy, Johnnie. I don't think I have sat on your knee before, have I darling? Anyway, there's a small matter I want to talk to you about. Entre nous, of course. I am told by a good friend of mine, who shall be nameless of course, that you have made love to all the suitable women in the society.' He smiled up at her with look of amused surprise. 'Now, that can't be true, because you haven't made love to me – nor to my dear friend Lois, who would be very willing to make it with you.' Johnnie looked even more surprised. 'Would she? Well … There's a thing! I never thought of Lois as wanting a little on the side. I mean … one so beautiful and elegant. So remote even. And as far as you go, Bel … well, a titled lady – and a very attractive one at that - doesn't want to become involved in casual affairs, does she? After all, she has her position to keep up – her reputation to protect.' 'Oh! Really? Why not? Look, Johnnie darling, I may be Lady Belinda, with a titled husband, mansion and dogs, and all the trappings, but I'm still a woman. People may believe butter wouldn't melt in my mouth, but I do have a normal appetite and a normal interest in men. And you interest me, darling. More so since I was told that you were … well … available. Well, so an I.' 'Jean is a chatterbox. It was her who told you that, of course! I merely said what I did because she has fooled around with several men - and I was merely insinuating that she wasn't the only fish in the sea, trying to make her a teeny bit jealous.' 'Well, you didn't. Only me!' Her hand had casually found its way onto his lap, fingers quietly touching and gently searching for the bulge, squeezing the contents. In fact, she was deliberately teasing his cock, which was beginning to stir with the attention it was getting. Johnnie was taken aback by her audacious behaviour. 'I am surprised. Are you suggesting …?' 'No, I'm propositioning you. Why don't we go sit in my car for a while, darling? There's a new tape I bought I'd like you to hear. And we can have a frank exchange of our thoughts. We need a serious talk.' Not waiting for a reply, she stood up, pulled him to his feet and led him into the hall. No one took any notice of them. Johnnie's wife was in deep conversation with the local drama critic. Belinda and Johnnie put their glasses on the hall table and slipped out into the dark drive. Walking hurriedly to the car, she unlocked the doors and quickly slid into the back seat, Johnnie moving in after her. He door clicked shut. The windows were of tinted glass, though light from the street lamp gave a low glow inside. Johnnie was given no time to admire the luxurious upholstery. No sooner had he sat in the seat, than Belinda rapidly unfastened the buttons of her top shrugging it from her shoulders with impatience, letting it fall to the carpet. She leaned over him, put one arm round his neck and immediately kissed him passionately on the lips. During the prolonged kiss, she rubbed the palm of her hand all over the front of Johnnie's trousers, desperately seeking the idol of her dream. Needing no further encouragement, Johnnie thrust his hand up Belinda's skirt, caressing her warm thighs whilst seeking the hairy gash between them. The lips were swollen, wet and sticky with love juice. He found the vagina to be set rather higher in the vulva than was usual, and the clitoris was, like a tiny penis, fully exposed to his searching fingers. Belinda gave a gasp, squirming with excitement. She'd forgotten the thrill the stolen encounter – tasting the forbidden fruit. Johnnie couldn't believe his good fortune. Getting his hands in Lady Belinda's panties to explore her warm hairy vulva was a dream come true. She had always seemed remote from mere mortals. Unattainable. And yet, here he was, toying with her pubic curls - fingering her delicious labia. And he was about to fuck it! Thanks to Jean for passing on his comment. He had no idea Belinda was attracted by him – or any other man for that matter. His only disappointment was that he was unable to study her genitals in detail. He was obsessed with female vulvas. They held an infinite fascinating to him. Every one was different from another and Belinda's felt fabulous – plump, warm, cosy and inviting. Suddenly, Belinda backed away and purposefully unbuckled his waistband, unzipping the fly, before dragging his trousers and underwear over his hips and thighs. He raised his buttocks to make it easier for her. She tugged them over his ankles to allow his legs to spread open. Her attention turned immediately to the stiff cock that had sprung up from the patch of light brown curls. With a dry mouth, Belinda took hold of the cock she had longed to see, admiring the hard smooth surface in the dim glow of light. It was beautiful – and regulation size! Straight and rock-hard. Easing the foreskin down, she examined the purple head, now covered with love's dew. Her mind was in a whirl. She had never behaved in this way ever before. But Johnnie's cock fascinated her. What must he believe of her? She felt like a common tart, not thinking straight, but right now, her only thought was of getting that cock deep inside her vagina. She was torn between the need to explore it by touch and sight, and the need to sink it into her impatient gash. The impatient vulva won. Lady Belinda Throwing her leg across Johnnie's lap, she hoisted up her skirt at the same time. Dragging her panties to one side, she kneeled over him, positioned her eager vulva over the head of the cock, peeled the labia apart with finger and thumb, and slowly impaled herself, sighing with complete fulfilment as it pushed apart the wet, fleshy vagina. Her juices were running freely. She had almost forgotten what supreme joy it gave her to have a cock filling the crevice nature had designed for it. Slowly. Gradually filling her vagina. It was bliss. Fully embedded, she remained sitting with the cock resting in the fleshy container made for it, relishing the ecstasy. 'Mmmm! Wonderful,' he muttered. 'You have such a lovely body. Smooth and marvellous.' She became conscious of Johnnie's hands cupping her breasts. He had not been idle. The clasp of her bra was unfastened, slipped over her shoulders, allowing the breasts their freedom. As Belinda sank his cock into her, squeezing her inner muscles, he weighed her full breasts in the palm of each hand, massaging and kneading them. The nipples filled and hardened. He felt her heart thumping hard. 'Beautiful breasts. So soft and firm. You are a gorgeous creature, Bel darling,' he whispered. 'You have a lovely body, made for loving.' Belinda wallowed in the attention. She slowly rose and fell on the cock, concentrating on each little flicker of sensation from within her sensitive vagina. Her muscles flexed, exploring the contours of the intruder, fuelling the delicious tensions stirring inside her loins. She rocked up and again, now in a continuous movement, lifting herself to the very tip of the shaft and sinking to its fullest depth. 'Oh, yes! Yes!' she moaned quietly. 'This is unbelievable! Your cock is absolutely made for my vagina.' Eyes closed, her mouth set in concentrated grimace, Belinda eased her loins up and down on Johnnie, increasing the pace of the rhythm little by little, focussing her mind on the growing turmoil throughout her nervous system. Weak muscular spasms jolted her limbs. Tension mounted in her legs and thighs. He breathing became unsteady. 'Yes! Yes! Yes!' Leaning over Johnnie had presented Belinda's breasts close to his face. He latched his lips first onto one stiff nipple for a prolonged suckle, then the other, his hands caressing the rising and falling buttocks. The moment of penetration had given Johnnie that supreme feeling of elation he always had when his cock first penetrated a woman's vagina. Belinda's was surprisingly taut, though well lubricated. A small vagina giving a wonderfully tight fit, which he knew would soon raise him to near ejaculation if he wasn't careful. 'That's fantastic,' he assured her, his fingers now dabbling with the rim of her rear passage and fingering the labia clutching his cock. She was very wet with her oozing juices. He started to jerk his loins in rhythm to hers, lengthening the stroke with each thrust, relishing the supreme feeling of delight in his cock as it slid back and forth in her wonderful vagina. Belinda was now panting and writhing with a growing tautness in her muscles. The whole of her loins were shaking with a craving for relief. Her trembling legs were straining to reach that wonderful moment when the tension snaps. It was blissful agony. She desperately wanted her orgasm, yet wanted the sensation racking her body to last forever. It was sheer ecstasy for her. She was whimpering and moaning. Snatching at her breath. Bouncing furiously on Johnnie's cock. She was out of control! 'Oh, my God! Oh, yes! Let me come! Please make me come!' In desperation, she pushed her hand between their bodies, and with stiffened fingers, frantically grappled at her clitoris, seeking the final thrill of orgasm. But it wouldn't come! It hovered on the brink, driving her to distraction. Her fingers got more and more frenzied in their action. The delightful agony was unbelievable! 'Oh fuck me hard darling! Hard! I'm coming! Coming! Oh shit!' These were words not usually heard from her lips, but Johnnie had pushed his middle finger deep into her anus. That was it! It triggered the orgasm. Belinda's body jerked violently. Her whole body shook and trembled. Huge spasms, one after another, shuddered her loins and thighs. It seemed to go on forever! Belinda gave a long silent scream. But it was more than Johnnie could withstand. As Belinda stabbed onto his cock, her body thrashing around, the spring within him tightened from his toes. Contractions rippled up his legs and into his thighs. Muscles tightened. A powerful convulsion slammed his loins. His cock exploded with an almighty jerk, spurting the contents into the deepest reaches of Belinda's vagina. Belinda collapsed onto Johnnie's body, exhausted and relieved. Her body positively glowed with pleasure. It was far, far better than she had expected. It was heavenly. 'I didn't have the chance to withdraw, darling' he whispered. 'Sorry!' 'I'd have killed you if you had!' she retorted. 'Right in the middle of my wildest moment!' They kissed at length as his cock, still deep within her, slowly deflated. 'Was I worth having, darling?' Johnnie laughed quietly. 'You're the best of the women!' he kissed her breasts. 'Pig!' she mocked. 'We'd better go. Thank you for the most exciting orgasm of my life. I shall treasure the memory. I hope the others enjoyed the experience as much as I did.' 'Shall we not repeat it?' 'No, darling. I might get to like it too much, and fall in love with you. I mustn't do that. But it was unforgettable.' Belinda mopped them both up with a tissue in the door of the car, lingering on his softening cock as she wiped it dry. They dressed silently and quickly. Belinda fixed her lipstick before sliding out of the back seat after Johnnie, and returning to the house. They slipped in to the house round the back to find everyone busy filling plates with food. They hadn't been missed. Slipping into the hall for their wine glasses, they passed Charity pressed in the corner under the staircase, in the arms of the local critic. They kissed with hunger, his hand deep inside her bra, squeezing her ample breasts. Her own hand was between them. Although not obvious to others, she had his cock in it and was gently jerking him off. Belinda went up to the bathroom to repair her make-up, whilst Johnnie returned to the dining room for a plate of food, but he was waylaid in the doorway by a drunken young woman, who dragged him away through the back door. Coming out of the bathroom a few minutes later, feeling elated and refreshed, Belinda came face to face with Charity who was making her way in. They smiled at each other. Belinda noticed a trickle of sperm on the corner of Charity's mouth. She couldn't resist pointing it out as they crossed. She felt no guilt at having had Charity's husband eject his own sperm where nature intended it. Perhaps she should have tasted it first. To avoid the temptation of getting further involved with Johnnie at the party, Belinda thanked the host, made her excuses and left. In any case, Johnnie was not to be seen among the many guests. It had been a most satisfactory and extremely pleasurable event for her. Perhaps they should repeat it after all. She was grateful to Jean for the gossip that led up to it. All she needed to do now was find a way for Lois to enjoy the experience as well. They could then form the 'fucked-by-Johnnie' club. As Belinda drove home, feeling warm and contented, thinking about the events of the evening, Johnnie was being felated with great enjoyment and skill by the young lady, whilst he grappled with her small, floppy breasts, behind the bushes at the side of the garden. He filled her mouth with his sperm. Lady Belinda's Awakening (Those readers who have read Lady Belinda will know how she lost her virginity in a rape whilst at college by Oxford undergraduates and how her interest in sex was rekindled by Johnnie, a theatre director, in the back of her Merc. Her friend Lois had confessed her interest in the guy and Bel decided to do her a favour.) Belinda couldn't remember when she first fancied studying and fondling the body of her friend, Lois. Certainly, Lois is very beautiful – almost too beautiful, in a way. With a perfect oval face, large turquoise eyes, she closely resembled Audrey Hepburn's look of pure innocence, a flawless skin and bone structure. Excellent figure. Belinda herself was not exactly plain, but her pale looks were more down-to-earth. A blonde version of Nigella Lawson, perhaps. Her face was rather more square, with eyes a moist pale brown, her nose a tad too long, with a wide mouth and fairly thin lips. She had a smooth skin, a good figure, and always dressed elegantly, though sensibly, but Lois always managed to look like a model. Tall, slender and stylish. In fact Lois really was a model in her way. She was a dress designer of some merit and, several years earlier, had been commissioned by Belinda to design her wedding dress. She now ran a very successful design house, dressing many of the aristocracy. Of course, being chosen by Belinda, the future Duchess, for her wedding outfit had given her seal of approval and introduced her to many other high society clients. Lois had done well out of it. The sumptuous city apartment they were now sitting in was evidence of that. It was during that period of seemingly unending fittings that the two women had become close friends, and Lois became Belinda's confidante, a relationship that had lasted. Lois discovered that the future Duchess was a normal woman with normal, naughty feminine interests. Other society friends were part of the circle, all of whom indulged in their passion for the stage by becoming members of the local theatre group. Indeed, Penny had been a professional actor until she married a very wealthy twit, whilst Jean was a college friend who now controlled her own family estate. They all loved to tittle-tattle about other people and men in particular. As secretary of the theatre group, Belinda heard much gossip. There had never been any physical relationships between the women, though they shared a feminine interest in things sexual. For Belinda, fancying Lois wasn't a feeling that had suddenly come over her. Not at all. It had crept up on her but it was only now, when she looked across the coffee table at her friend, chatting about a mutual friend, Johnnie, that she found herself wondering what a lover she might make. She studied Lois's sensuous mouth with lips that seemed to be begging to be kissed, her mysterious eyes and flawless skin. Would her vulva reflect her facial qualities? She had often wondered in a casual way. There had never been any sexual pull between them, though they shared their sexual intimacies. Of course, during fittings of intimate clothing, Lois had touched Belinda's body in several private places, with a suggestion of sensuality at times, Belinda thought, but all in the line of professional work. There was no question of getting turned on. Lois knew a lot about her client's figure. In fact, Belinda had a low sex drive. Not that this had always been so, but in the last few years other interests had taken precedence. Her husband, the Duke, had married her for her elegant beauty and social standing more than anything else, and certainly sex between them had not been too satisfactory. John had a whopping big cock for a start, which did not suit Belinda at all. Some women claimed size was everything. But not Belinda. It hurt during intercourse. She was not a virgin when she married. She had been raped whilst at college in Oxford by a couple of undergraduates, which left her with little respect for the male sex. Her wedding night was uncomfortable, spent trying to keep her husband's monster cock from full penetration. On the occasion that she failed, with his enthusiastic thrusting, he had torn her fourchette. It was very painful and took some time to heal! But she was already pregnant and used that as an excuse for abstinence. After their son and heir was born, the Duke was discouraged from having intercourse with her, and encouraged to find his sexual satisfaction elsewhere. Belinda contented herself with occasional masturbation when the need arose. But now in her late thirties, she was aware of a growing interest in sexual matters. She was masturbating more than usual and found herself looking at men with a heightened sexual curiosity. Right now, Lois was telling Belinda how jealous she was when she heard the details of Belinda's lovemaking with Johnnie. Belinda had known for some time that Lois had fancied Johnnie, so lost no time in sharing her experience with her. In fact it was their friend Jean who had first whetted Belinda's appetite for him, telling her that he had claimed to have made love to all the eligible women in the theatrical group. Well, he hadn't approached Lois, nor had he even made a pass at Belinda, much to her dismay, so she determined to do the reverse. And she did! It was a really memorable adventure ending with an out-of-this-world orgasm to complete the renewal of her interest in sexual activity. She realised what she had been missing all these years! Perhaps it was the talk of seducing Johnnie that brought the possibility of caressing Lois's body into Belinda's mind. It was true that she had shared with Lois details of her love making with Johnnie. In fact, it was she who had engineered the encounter on the back seat of her Mercedes, during an after-show party in the large house of the group's chairman. Fully aware that it was the chairman, amongst several others, whose ambition was to get into Belinda's knickers, it was Johnnie who actually did. It was Belinda who had put him there. She thought it would be very sexy indeed, to place that same cock into Lois' welcoming vagina. So she set to work to arrange the event. 'I started by letting Johnnie grope me whilst sitting on the arm of his chair. It was so thrilling, with all those others around.' 'Grope? You mean between the legs?' 'Of course! Where else?' 'That's not very becoming of a Duchess, behaving like a common slut.' 'Don't you believe it! We can all be sluts deep down! Don't you agree? Even a Royal Princess can let a footballer score between her goal posts, and have a polo player ride her bareback. She really was a royal slut! Couldn't get enough cock, I was told – in confidence of course!' 'And all over the tabloids!' 'Exactly! So I can perform with a theatre director, can't I? A handsome one at that! Discreetly! Anyway, no one would possibly imagine it of me would they? The duchess having her soaking wet pussy groped in public!' 'God, no! You are the image of uprightness - staidness and charm personified!' 'That's the public image expected of me. I do have a lot of public engagements to perform darling. It would never do for them to snigger behind my back at these dos.' 'No, of course not, darling! But you mean nobody noticed? Him with his hand up your dress. Not very chic, my dear. Where was his wife, anyway?' 'Charity was being groped in the dark, under the staircase!' she laughed, 'whilst discreetly tossing off her partner.' 'And that's a very sensitive place to be groped! Sounds like a sex orgy.' 'For one or two, yes. Anyway, like the princess, Charity is fairly free with her favours. Hey, all this talk of sex is turning me on, Lois! Stop it at once!' Belinda laughed, teasing her friend. 'It's you who's doing all the talking!' 'Anyway, I confessed to him that it was you who really fancied him. I was just trying him out first!' 'Really, darling. That wasn't kind!' But Lois was curious! 'What did he say?' 'Nothing. He was too busy suckling my nipples.' 'I'm green, darling! Green!' 'I know. And I'm getting turned on. Must be the memory of that lovely cock.'' 'Well, you can always masturbate, darling. There's no-one here to stop you!' 'Ah! I'm not sure a public display is my cup of tea,' she smiled. But realised with surprise that she wouldn't really mind at all, in front of Lois. The thought of doing so both astonished and thrilled her. Could she actually be interested in masturbating, or even making love with Lois? What she didn't realise was that Lois was making a pass at her, trying to encourage her to expose herself. Lois fancied Belinda. She was a bisexual at heart. Although she loved to feel a good stiff cock inside her, another woman was rather more subtle in matters of sex. 'Hardly public, darling. This is my drawing room, for goodness sake. Besides, you can't go through the rest of the day feeling frustrated. Get it out of your system. In fact, you're turning me on, as well.' Belinda laughed in disbelief. 'Are you a regular masturbator, then? Do you realise, Lois, that in all these years the two of us have never discussed masturbation. Well, not in detail.' Lois laughed. 'Too busy talking about the real thing! Besides, I thought you'd be embarrassed.' 'Embarrassed? Me? Well … I don't usually discuss such intimate details, that's true. But I've never really thought of you doing it to yourself.' She looked Lois in the eyes. 'Do you do it?' 'Oh, when there's nobody suitable around, I have no choice. And a beautiful body like mine needs constant attention. What about you, darling? You have your husband, of course.' 'No dice! Haven't had sex with him for years. Finished shortly after I gave him his son and heir. John has his mistresses, of course. No shortage of offers I believe. But not me. But I do need the odd orgasm now and then. Too risky having lovers. Oh! Johnnie was just a flash in the pan. Very pleasant – but a flash.' 'I wouldn't mind him flashing in my pan.' 'Never actually thought of you as a sexy sort ... apart from the usual gossip. You look far too innocent.' 'We're all sexy sorts under the right circumstances. You obviously don't know me as well as you thought!' Belinda realised with surprise that her vulva was decidedly leaking. She could feel her pants filling up! And, in some embarrassment, she wondered if Lois was in the same condition. It amazed to realise that she wouldn't mind finding for herself. She'd really love to press her fingers between her friend's thighs and feel her. But Lois anticipated her questioning. 'Darling, I'm wet through! Do you think I should phone Johnnie and ask him round straight away?' Belinda laughed at the thought. 'He could make love to us both! I'm soaking as well. Why don't we arrange a coffee morning for him, you and me?' 'A you fuckoffee morning?' They laughed. 'And we'll ask Jean, and his old flame, Penny? I'm sure she'd be game for a bit of fun.' 'Four to one?' 'Then you can join the club.' 'Club? What club is that?' 'The Johnnie-fucked-me club.' Lois laughed. 'Why not? I'll tell you what! We'll have a lingerie party. He'd like that.' Lois opened her dress to display her underwear. A white silk halter bra with matching French knickers trimmed with the finest Brussels lace. Hooking her thumbs into the top of her knickers, she eased them down her long legs before stepping out of them. She faced Belinda with a smile, swinging her hips first right, then left, in the manner of a model, to show off her narrow waist and broad hips. Belinda was rather taken aback by the mass of dark pubic hair that spread down her inner thighs and peaked up as far as to her navel. No good for a bikini unless you're an exhibitionist, Belinda thought. 'Do you think he'll approve?' Lois asked. Belinda swallowed hard as she watched her friend unhook her bra and whisk it away to allow the full-cream breasts to fall forward, showing the wrinkly brown areolas, each with a circle of several goose-pimples round the perimeter and dark hazelnut nipples. Lois ran her hands over her pear-shaped breasts in a sexy, provocative manner, lightly rubbing the teats. Belinda's imagination ran riot. She speculated on what Lois's vulva looked like. Her eyes were drawn to the loins. The hair was so thick that the lips of her vulva were completely hidden within the curls. But not the stands of starchy liquid that had seeped onto them, evidence of her aroused state. 'I'm sure he will,' Belinda muttered after taking in the gorgeous vision. 'And he's not the only one!' Lois moved towards Belinda, speaking in a low husky voice. 'I am Aphrodite, darling, the Goddess of love and desire. Within me is my dark secret, the shrine of desire and the altar of love at which man may worship.' As she whispered the words, murmuring with pleasure, she ran one hand over her flat belly, her swollen groin, over the clitoral hood and between the slick lips below, before her fingers parted the labia, the middle finger slipping into her vagina, giving her a sensual flick in the loins. Removing her finger, now coated with her juices, she laughed lightly, pursed her lips and put the finger between them. Unable to prevent herself, Belinda put her arms round her friend's narrow waist and gently raised her face to kiss the full nipples, one after the other. She rolled her lips round them, revelling in the feel of those hard marbles in her mouth. 'What about your lingerie, darling?' Lois breathed softly. 'I imagine that you too have a delicious shrine hidden within those milky thighs. Trickling with the honeyed lava of desire. Our bodies were intended by nature to be attractive – to be worshipped – to be penetrated by man's cock. Often. We should pamper ourselves, darling. Let's see.' Lois put her arms round Belinda, kissing her lips tenderly. Belinda enjoyed the feel of a smooth soft cheek against hers, rather than the rough textures of a man's face, the sensuous lips with the tongue prising them apart. The stiff tongue snaked into Belinda's mouth, exploring her inner cheeks. It was long and probing and thrilling. Belinda responded by pushing her own tongue between Lois's teeth. Lois took the sides of Belinda's sweater in each hand and lifted it over her head. That done, Louis kissed the side of the neck and behind the ear lobes, sending thrilling shivers down Belinda's spine, whilst lifting her to her feet, before undoing the fastening at the side of her skirt and lowering the zip. The skirt fell to the floor, leaving Belinda in her knickers and bra, in a daze of pleasant eroticism, in the arms of her friend. 'We need a rehearsal,' Lois whispered. 'Take off your bra and pants.' Lois eyed Belinda up and down, taking in the details of her body as she undressed. Very lovely, she thought. Belinda removed her underwear and stood facing her friend. Their eyes met and Belinda knew by the look in her eyes that Lois wanted her body. Although she had a few ripples of fat here and there, with a thickening waist perhaps, her skin was smooth, her full breasts were nice and firm with smallish, well-defined smooth areola and small nipples, perched on top of the boobs. Her blonde pubic hair was not too profuse, and neatly trimmed. The inner labia were plainly visible in the gash of her plump vulva. She looked defenceless and meek. Sitting on the edge of the settee in front of Lois, she trailed her fingertips over her friend's thighs and hips, kissing her navel, running the tip of her tongue over her taut belly and into the plentiful bush of hair. She heard the sigh of pleasure and felt the ripples of delight run through Lois as the legs parted. Falling to her knees, she moved her mouth to the area between the thighs, she muzzled the stiff mound and buried her nose in the peak of the vulva, rubbing it against the engorged clitoris. She breathed in deeply to sample the smell of the damp, warm aroma of Lois' perfumed sex, as she parted the labia with her nose and tongue. Lois felt the turmoil building in her groin. She didn't want to come so soon – she wanted the thrill of a new experience to last. Playing at lesbians was not new for her – though she suspected, rightly, it was for Belinda. She thought of Belinda as casual and cool, if not exactly an ice-maiden. She would have to give her friend the orgasm of a lifetime to convert her to feminine love. Kneeling to face Belinda, both women were now as randy as hell, full of anticipation. Belinda was unsure of herself and her newfound sexuality. Their gleaming eyes were fixed on each other, glowing with lust. Their lips brushed each other's repeatedly, nibbling and tonguing, as Lois gently eased Belinda into the corner of the settee, cupping her hand gently against the wet gash. Then she slowly hinged the thighs wide, to expose Belinda's firm vulva in all its golden glory. Belinda looked down on her friend, whose eyes were glued to her feminine charms. The neatly trimmed pubic hair, the damp soft lips. She could feel her vagina leaking, clogging up the mouth of her secret passage. Lois was stroking Belinda's body that was responding with shudders of delight, her eyes glued to the view in front of her. She was idly fondling the inside of Belinda's elbow, giving her a sensual thrill. The idea of another woman inspecting her genitals for carnal enjoyment, was a confusing but exciting thought. It was a curious reflection that she herself had never really examined her own genitals at close quarters. Mirrors are not the same. Lois would already know the intimate details her body better than she herself. The tiny tongues of pink flesh that surrounded the puckered opening to Belinda's secret passage, were flexing open and close, with the instinctive jerking of the inner muscles. Lois was fascinated. The saliva-like love juice was seeping from the dark interior of the vagina. At the top of the gash, peeking from its hood, was the small button which could trigger untold physical delight. Swelling from each side of the hood were the inner labia, generous flaps of coral-coloured, lightly crumpled flesh flanking the urethra. The vagina itself was set rather higher than Lois expected. But then, all women are different, she thought. Like men, thank goodness. The whole pink picture was framed with tender, plump outer lips, lightly covered with silky golden hair, shimmering in the shaft of sunlight that fell across her thighs. Belinda was desperate for Lois's approval. She took Lois's face between her hands, encouraging it to close in on her vulva. The feeling of cool breath on her labia increased her anticipation. Her body lurched suddenly as Lois tongue flicked the clitoris. The attention paid to her genitals was now swamping Belinda's thoughts. Her whole body was alive with trickling sensations. Her skin tingled. Her groin lurched and twitched inside. The feeling of excitement grew stronger in her. Her muscles tensed and tightened, like a coiled spring. Her thighs trembled and shook as she reached to her very core for her orgasm. Now panting and writhing with a growing tautness in her muscles, the whole of her loins were shaking with a craving for relief. Trembling legs were straining to reach that wonderful moment when the tension snaps. It was blissful agony. She desperately wanted her orgasm, yet wanted the sensation racking her body to last forever. It was sheer ecstasy for her. Moaning with agonised rapture, the waves of lust shuddered throughout her being. Louis' mouth was driving her crazy, clinging on to her labia, licking and lashing, her tongue jabbing in and out of the hot vagina. Her tight rosebud entrance didn't escape attention, either. The long, stiff tongue penetrated it, after licking carefully around the rim, where the honeyed vaginal juices had trickled. God! Lois was working her body like a delicate instrument. When she felt Lois unexpectedly pushed her index finger deep into her anus, that did it! It triggered the orgasm. Belinda's body jerked violently. Her whole body shook and trembled. Huge spasms, one after another, shuddered her loins and thighs. It seemed to go on forever! Her loins were clutching at the orgasm, spasm after spasm, lurching wildly as the climax finally erupted from the very pit of her being, bursting through her like an exploding rocket. Belinda's agonising scream was almost silent, as though she wanted to keep the intense joy to herself. Lady Belinda's Awakening Lois was both surprised and overjoyed by the power of her friend's orgasm. As Belinda recovered, Lois cupped the vulva in her palm, gently cuddling it. She smiled as she knelt beside her, tenderly kissing her nipples before engaging with her mouth. They kissed tenderly for some time, lips and tongues playing together, whilst Belinda stroked Lois' breasts with one hand, feeling her soft vulva with the other. Murmurs of untold delight escaped Belinda's lips as she slowly recovered from her ordeal, her breathing regaining its composure. It had been an orgasm to remember – fantastic! - surpassing that with Johnnie, she decided, because the surroundings were more relaxed. During the embrace, they slowly rolled onto the floor with Belinda on top. It was now her chance to examine Lois' dark secret. Explore that shrine she begged for. She would mirror the things that Lois had done to her. After smothering her face and neck with kisses, she licked and nibbled her way down to her friend's groin, paying attention to her navel on the way, whilst nipping and rolling the nipples with her fingers. Into the forest of hair growing on the hard mound, her lips and tongue sought the peak of the most exclusive part of Lois's body, probing the creases of flesh until they encountered the clitoral hood. A light jerk announced their arrival at the crucial spot before her stiffened tongue snaked between the honeyed labia, exploring each crease in the valley, to find its way into the warm private pocket. Belinda studied the vulva in detail as she kissed and nibbled. The brownish-pink ridges of flesh grew down the inner slopes of the outer lips, heavily covered with a black fleece, until the ridges joined together below the vaginal opening. That vital lair was protected by four substantial petals of wet flesh. They reminded Belinda of a third set of small labia. Hidden within these little lips was the mouth, the gateway to the dark mystery of Lois' whole being. The delightful entrance to the alluring passage of her shrine - to the altar of Aphrodite, the goddess of love and desire, now agape with desire. Lois's words were a barely audible hoarse whisper. 'You are now in my garden of paradise, darling! Search for the shrine. Adore it! Worship it!' Belinda lightly kissed the hollows of her inner thighs, blowing gently on the vulva. Slowly, the guardian tongues parted to reveal the secret yawning opening, clogged with her starchy secretion. The mouth dilated and throbbed, urging its juices to ooze over, to trickle thickly down to the entrance to her other passage. After softly rubbing the tip of her nose, lips and tongue over the entire valley of delight, allowing her stiffened tongue to investigate the taste of the sweet, precious emission, she engulfed the whole inner labia in her mouth, sucking and gently chewing with her lips. Belinda felt the loins shaking and trembling, begging for more. With hands now exploring the whole delicious body of her friend, her eager mouth devouring the delights of her vulva, Belinda was aware of the slow increase in the tension in Lois' loins. They were gently twisting and swaying. The muscles in the groin jolted with light spasms. Murmurs and groans of pleasure became more intense. The head rolled from side to side as the whole body starting to tremble. Belinda was astonished and delighted by her own enjoyment of the act, and the reaction of her friend. Sharing the sexual arousal of another woman was a new experience for Belinda. And a most erotic one. She delighted in dabbling in the forest of hair, the swollen outer lips, the delectable inner labia, the juicy lips of her inner mouth. The pretty puckered anus was covered with her juices. Belinda snaked her stiff tongue into the centre of it. But she was even more amazed when, with a lunge and a great cry of fanatical relief, Lois' vagina erupted with a splash of juices. They splattered over her face. After cleaning up each other, with many kisses and licks, and getting back into their clothes, Belinda admitted to Lois over a glass of Martini, that she was not aware that some women ejaculated, like men. But they both agreed that it took another woman to fully understand and exploit the physical needs and sensual spots of another woman. 'I agree that there's nothing like the feel of a substantial cock inside you,' Lois admitted, 'though for cunnilingus, give me a woman any time. They know what they're doing. You were great darling.' 'I have never before been inclined to make love to another woman, and have certainly never seen another woman's genitals at close quarters, let alone listen to her cries of ecstasy as she came, but I found the experience exhilarating and intensely satisfying. That was an astonishing orgasm you had.' 'It was all your work, darling. You learn quickly.' 'I hardly know what possessed me.' 'Well, whatever it was, I'm glad it did!' 'It was fantastic. Anyway, can't stay, so now, lets organise our lingerie party! Friday? Meantime, perhaps we should repeat that performance if you're game.' 'Anytime, darling! You are a wonderful lover!' 'Will it be as good the second time, do you think?' 'Even better!' Lois was glad she'd converted Belinda. They would have much pleasant fun together. And with the prospect of getting Johnnie deep inside her, she was full of high expectations for a happy sexy future. 'I'll confirm Friday if okay. Now I must go,' said Belinda. 'I have a meeting of the Regional Mothers' Union to attend. Guest of Honour!' 'Not Calendar Girls, then?' They laughed as they raised their glasses to one another. Lady Belinda's Bargain (After seducing Johnnie, the Theatre Director, in the back of her car, and being herself seduced by her good friend Lois for the first time, Belinda arranged a coffee morning for four friends and Johnnie, for a sex party. Two earlier stories cover these events.) * After her lesbian experience with Lois, to her amazement, Belinda realised that she was, after all, bisexual. It had never occurred to her that Louis was sexually attractive, until that morning when she spilled the beans about her affair with Johnnie. Knowing that it would make Lois green with envy, she gave every detail of how they had made love in the back of her car, which only succeeded in turning them both on. She planned to have Johnnie fuck her friend, with two of his other ex mistresses, at a special coffee morning. It was then she saw Lois from a different perspective. That of a lover! Encouraged by Lois, the two had stripped off and had spent some time discovering and enjoying each other's body, bringing about several wonderful orgasms. They agreed that, though a good firm cock took some beating, when it came to cunnilingus, a woman knew best how to satisfy another woman. But they decided that they would go ahead with their plan to have Lois fucked by Johnnie. And so it came about that the following Friday, in the middle of the morning, Johnnie was lounging in Lois's sumptuous apartment, with the sun streaming through the polyester gauze ivory curtains, flooding the room in a golden glow. Flowers were everywhere, filling the room with their exotic scent. Belinda and Lois were fussing over coffee, whilst Jean and Penny sat on the soft leather sofa, chatting about the upcoming auditions for The Mikado. All the ladies were dressed in fine kimonos to add atmosphere and to stimulate Johnnie's imagination. Music from the operetta was playing softly in the background. Lady Belinda was in her well-organized, efficiency mode, clearly in charge of the proceedings. She had warned Johnnie that he would be expected to entertain the four of them and, if necessary, to pander to their whims. She had also told him that there would probably be some kind of dress parade for him to consider. The ladies had in fact met a half-hour earlier, to change into the sensuous range of underwear that Lois had provided for them, each with beautiful matching Japanese kimonos. Lois was a highly paid society dress designer, who had some years ago designed Belinda's wedding dress for her marriage to the Duke, so she knew all about getting women to look their best. The underwear hid little of their figures, with tantalising views of breasts, hips and pubic areas. It was arranged that each one would parade before Johnnie in the style of a model showing off their clothing. Whilst changing, they exchanged experiences with Johnnie. Penny was a college friend of Belinda's, and married to a wealthy, hard-drinking twit – for his money and position of course – and secretly despised him. Little Dick, she called him, on account of his diminutive cock and his lack of sexual finesse. That was in contrast to the Duke, whose monster cock was the cause of Belinda's abstinence. Other women were welcome to sample the freak penis! And they did! 'Monster cocks are not to be admired – particularly when they rip you apart,' Belinda had complained to the others. 'Average in all things sexual is my preference.' Like Belinda, it seems that Penny too, had enjoyed a groping session whilst sitting on Johnnie's lap at a party, whilst her husband stood drinking with his pals in the kitchen. It had been her aim to get him to ejaculate whilst sitting in the chair, but he managed to turn the tables on her and she had to get up to avoid a betraying orgasm! It was then that she planned to get him into her bed during their London trip. It was whilst she and her friend, Mary, were spending a weekend in London, that Penny had invited him to spend the evening at the theatre with them – which ended with Penny and Johnnie between the sheets together. Even so, he had not seen her naked body, since she got into her nightwear in the bathroom, and insisted on having the light out whilst they fucked. She thought it more romantic and wicked that way, but in reality she was dissatisfied with her small boobs and didn't want to show them. But she was able to confirm to the others that he had an exceptional sexual appetite. Johnnie had maintained his erection for over three hours, fucking her continually. He ejaculated, to her certain knowledge, four times during the night. 'Pull the other one, darling!' was Lois' response. 'He's a sexual athlete,' she told them. 'Always had a high sex drive, he told me. And, boy, did he have a strong drive! He came into me and just went on fucking 'til he came again!' So, it was with a high expectation that the four waited for his arrival. Johnnie came in looking very clean, elegant and suave in his white silk open-necked shirt, linen jacket, wearing cream mohair trousers. After welcoming kisses on cheeks, he took a seat in a large armchair, wondering why the ladies were dressed in Japanese attire. As Belinda handed him his coffee, she gave Johnnie a pill to swallow, telling him that all would be revealed to him shortly, much to the other ladies' amusement. He was, naturally, curious about the pill she gave him. Nevertheless, he trusted her. 'Don't worry darling. It's to improve your awareness. Trust me.' It was, in fact, a ciallis pill that Lois had stored in her drawer in case of erection failure on the part of her lovers. She swore to the other ladies that it would have Johnnie erect in a few minutes flat. Coffee cup emptied, Belinda relieved him of it, and sat on the arm of his chair. 'Now Johnnie, we are going to show you a display of underwear. And perhaps a little more if you show keen interest.' Belinda explained. 'Jean has agreed to be the first model for us.' Jean was not in the same elegance class as Lois and Penny, being rather short and more than a little overweight. But she had handsome features – not exactly pretty – and a head of shining auburn hair that fell in curls to her shoulders were her best feature. Johnnie remembered her asking him which of the women in the theatre group he had made love to. They were both tipsy, and Jean was pulling up her knickers as she asked her question, whilst Johnnie zipped up his trousers. He had just finished fucking her very hard from behind, hidden vy the garden shed in the grounds of the group's Chairman, one dark evening during an after-show party. Johnnie looked round at the four women. Three of them he had fucked, it's true. But Lois had eluded him. He thought she was rather proud upper class, and a bit above his expectations, so he hadn't really tried. But then, he had thought the same of the Duchess until a few days ago. It was she who told him, whilst she was fucking him in the back of her Merc, that Lois fancied him. Belinda's voice brought him back to the present. 'And here we have Jean in a skin tone basque by Candice, delicately cut in claret silk, with the finest Belgian lace trimmings, with matching sheer silk stockings and the briefest of thongs.' To the melody of 'Here's a howd'ye do', Jean deftly untied the belt and slipped the kimono from off her shoulders, to drape behind her from the elbow. The basque she was wearing was of a sexy transparent mesh, with a disguised centre zip fastener, delicate frilled edging and trim. The matching thong had side bows and suspenders held up the silk stockings. It was all very revealing and stylish. It suited Jean's figure, giving gentle support to her pendulous breasts whilst accentuating her large areolas and brown nipples. She sashayed in front of Johnnie, showing first one profile, then the other before swiftly unzipping the bodice and opening it out. Her large breasts sprang out, swaying before his eyes. Jean caressed them seductively before untying the bow of her thong. 'A wonderful pair of boobs, with plenty of flesh to fondle. Very large, but suckable nipples and a lovely plump, warm pussy to fuck. But then, you know all about that, darling! You've sampled the delights of Jean already.' With a graceful swing of her arms combined with a pirouette, during which Jean disrobed, she ended in a second arabesque position, breasts dangling from the ribcage, arms held out in triumph, naked in front of the girls and Johnnie. The arabesque gave them a glimpse of her plump genitals, the puffed, thick heavy labia thrusting from the hairy slit and her substantial clit. Belinda was astonished by this act. Not by the act itself, but because she realised that she was looking at Jean with new interest. It was as though she was seeing her as a sex object, as through a man's eyes. She was suddenly different from the friend she gossiped with over coffee. She was voluptuous and desirable. Big breasts, large areolas and thick thighs. And a succulent set of labia. As Jean completed her arabesque their eyes met and both knew immediately that they wanted to make love, to explore the other's body. The look between them lingered, making quite sure that Belinda had read the message correctly. Penny was the next to take the floor. Her kimono was gold in colour, embroidered with a colourful scene from the Karma Sutra, depicting a prince toying with four attractive ladies. She danced a few steps to the right, then to the left before throwing open the kimono to show off her underwear. In contrast to Jean, her figure was slight and her boobs petite. 'And Penny is wearing a sheer silk bodice in ecru, edged with exquisite gold lace, having a built-in, uplift padded bra to bring out her boobs, which as you know Johnnie, are rather small. Matching French knickers with complementary gold lacing, complete the set. These are nice loose fitting pants, with a discreet super-absorbent pad, to allow easy access to prying fingers at parties and to absorb any unavoidable telltale discharge.' During the description, Penny slid the kimono from her shoulder allowing it to shutter to the floor behind her, leaning forward to afford Johnnie a view of her nipples before placing one foot on the chair beside him. This move allowed him to focus on the leg of the open knickers, where he could see clearly her vulva encased in its frame of dark hair, with the thin lips of the inner labia separating the outer bulges. He remembered with pleasure the fucking he had given it. During the exhibition, Belinda looked down at Johnnie's trousers, to see that his cock was stimulated by the exotic sights. It pushed hard against the fabric of his slacks. She laid her palm along its length and smiled sweetly at him, but his eyes were fixed on Penny, whose thumbs were now inside the elastic of the knickers, slowly pushing them down. 'Penny too is beautiful in a different way. Small, elegant boobs topped with well-defined areolas and chunky nipples, narrow-waited with a lightly covered groin in dark brown hair.' As the knickers reached her pubic region, she swiftly turned her back to them, lowering them to expose the rounded, taut cheeks of her pert bottom. She wiggled them to dislodge the knickers altogether whilst unclasping the fastening of the bodice. Stepping out of the knickers, Penny removed the bodice with an elegant gesture, turning to face Johnnie and Belinda, arms thrown out. Her small boobs showed their swollen dark areolas and large hardened nipples. Her narrow waist accentuated the mound with public hair growing sparingly over it and into the creases, down the sides of her vulva. Her thighs were slender and set apart so that her genitals were open to view at all times, though the inner labia were completely concealed in the gash. Belinda squeezed Johnnies cock. 'That feels very interesting, darling. We'll examine it in closer detail a little later. Because now, it's my turn to display the sexy underwear.' Belinda had stood in front of Johnnie, untying her sky-blue kimono, embroidered with another erotic scene from the Karma Sutra. She opened the garment to expose her body. Her firm breasts were supported by a wispy, under-wired bra of the palest blue, decorated with fine embroidery in silver threads. Her loins were covered with a triangular piece of delicate open lace – an almost net-like thong enclosing her vulva. As she twirled round, Belinda unfastened the bra, which fell to the floor, before untying the thong. She stood, hands on hips, facing Johnnie. 'There. You weren't able to see what it was you were penetrating the other night. Here it is. Take a good look at the aristocratic torso that immersed your cock in it.' Johnnie was engrossed in studying the figures of the three naked women. All different in shape and size, but all adorably attractive. He could hardly believe that his cock had entered each one of their secret parts – that they had allowed him see their orgasmic writhing and contortions. His cock was, of course at full stretch. It was at its most rigid. Almost painfully so. 'And now for Lois. She is our Aphrodite of the day. Our beautiful goddess of love.' Belinda stood to one side, allowing Lois to step forward in her nil green kimono. She did a few twirls, right and left, until finally she slipped the kimono from her shoulders when her back was to Johnnie. She had a loveliest of the figures. Gently sloping shoulders, superb buttocks and perfectly shaped thighs and legs. When she turned to face Johnnie, he gasped in delight at the sight of her creamy, pear-shaped breasts, hanging low, perfectly round areolas topped with hard dark brown nipples. In fact, just as one read about in romantic tales. 'There you are Johnnie,' Belinda smiled. No underwear because Aphrodite doesn't need any. She is our sacrifice today. You are to worship her body and make love to it with our help. She will then be one of us. Fucked by Johnnie. But first, it's your turn to undress.' As she spoke, she took Johnnie by the arm and stood him up facing the naked Lois. The other two women joined Belinda to unbutton Johnnie's jacket, shirt and trousers. They slowly stripped him of all his clothes. As Belinda slid his underpants over his hips, she grasped the rock-hard shaft, marvelling at its hardness, until he stood naked before them, his solid erection swaying. He was glad he kept his figure in trim. No overhanging beer belly! Taught buttocks and neatly trimmed mousy-coloured pubic hair. His chest from free from body hair, giving him a smooth, clean appearance. His pale cock was straining hard, straight and hard, pointing up to his chin. The women stood gazing at it with rapt attention. Belinda fingered it lightly. 'What a piece of work is a man, as Hamlet said. How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, in form how admirable, in action how like a god - the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!' 'Was he referring to man's genitals?' Penny laughed. 'Perhaps! But you must admit that the penis is a remarkable instrument. And there you are ladies. A perfect example That's what life is all about. That is what we women crave to have thrust between our legs. That is what nature, in her goodness, has provided for we women to play with. To bring it to its spurting conclusion.' 'Wow! Not a monster, Johnnie, but, boy! is it rock solid!' Jean also touched it with curiosity, the cock that had shagged her hard. The cock was, indeed, stiffer than Johnnie could ever remember. A little over six inches, it felt to be bursting as it thrust upright against his navel, the testicles slung low below the base of the shaft. Penny and Lois also fingered the stiffness. Belinda continued. 'To enter the private pocket, the secret we women carry between our thighs. Made to stiffen and harden. To allow deep penetration. It is the god that nature fashioned to enter the shrine of our goddess – that secret passage leading to the altar of untold delight. The ultimate bliss! And of course, we women are programmed for our imagination to react to the sight of such an idol. To prepare our bodies for its invasion.' The four ladies were stood close to Johnnie, fondling him, stroking his testicles and cock. Caressing his body. Belinda drew their attention to the pearl of liquid that had formed at the head of his cock. 'He's eager, ladies. I think perhaps we are eager as well.' Placing her hand between Jean's thighs, Belinda ran her middle finger between the chunky labia, lingering to take full pleasure in feeling the soft lips, to emerge with a dribble of liquid on the finger pad. She held it to Johnnie's lips. He opened his mouth and sucked it clean. 'Woman's nectar! There! Jean's portals are well oiled - prepared for worship.' And Belinda then ran her finger between the slimmer thighs of Penny, inserting it up to the first knuckle into her vagina and twisting it around as Penny squirmed, before scooping the juices from her. She presented this to Johnnie's lips for him to lick clean. 'Penny's copious honey is certainly ready for a cock.' 'Mmm! Yes please,' Penny murmured. Belinda's own juices were the next to be sampled and, finally, Lois's vaginal syrup was gathered on Belinda's two middle fingers. As she withdrew them, all saw that it was covered a plentiful taster for Johnnie to suckle. 'There, Johnnie. We are all properly lubricated, prepared for copulation.' 'Hmm! All very sweet and all rather different,' was his verdict. 'And all ready for the mighty sword to pierce their defences. But three of us have already tasted the thrill of your weapon, so it is only right that Lois, who has not had that honour, should be the first to be offered up. She is to sacrifice her body to the god of lust.' She went down on her haunches in front of Johnnie, to plant kisses on the head of the handsome cock, licking away its pearl, whilst Jean and Penny escorted Lois to the bay window where stood a long occasional table, covered with several cushions, pointing into the room. They perched Lois on the end facing the room, before the women laid her back along its length. Her breasts sagged slightly to each side of her chest whilst her long legs hung over the sides of the table to display her heavily endowed hairy vulva. The two women each took hold of one of Lois's ankles, hinging them wide open as they raised them high. Her wonderful vulva opened out, the outer lips stretching apart to reveal the inner valley, showing the crumpled flesh of the labia, which parted to reveal the dark secret recess of the private centre. It was already smothered in a starchy liquid. Jean's fingers gripped the generous slippery flaps of the dark supple flesh, carefully exploring every crevice and crease with delicate fingers, preparing the shrine for its worshipper. The dark opening of the vagina itself was protected by four smaller, pink lips, pouting and oozing. The source of the same starchy liquid. Taking Johnnie by the arm, Belinda brought him to bend over Lois's reclining figure, thighs wide apart showing every detail of her entire private parts. Belinda bent over Lois's vulva to breathe in the delicious scent of her body, planted a loving kiss on the lips about to receive their guest. Taking his hard cock, she placed it against the opening of the vaginal shrine, slowly inserting the head between the soft lips. Lois gasped as the weapon intruded into the mouth of her passage. Johnnie looked down at his cock entering a heavenly paradise. There is nothing quite like that first encounter with a strange lady's genitals, wet and yearning. A new valley to explore and enjoy. Johnnie examined every feature of her beckoning inner labia, sensing the quiver in her loins at the touch of his cock. This was another dream come true. He concentrated. He took his time. Another ambition achieved! To be about to penetrate the lovely Lois. 'Aphrodite is anxiously expecting the arrival of a new warrior, to conquer her shrine and worship at her divine altar.' Lady Belinda's Bargain The three women were spellbound. The cock slowly edged through the tiny tongues of flesh guarding the gateway to her rapture. Only Penny had previously seen a man penetrate a woman before, but for Jean and Belinda it was a new experience. They watched as Lois' vagina dilated, the petals opened to allow the entrance of the stiff cock. Her whole body was alive with trickling sensations. Her skin tingled. She flexed her muscles as her groin lurched and twitched within. The feeling of excitement grew stronger in her. Her muscles tensed and tightened, like a coiled spring. Johnnie was ready to penetrate her now. His cock poised at the entrance of her shrine. The shrine she cherished. The place of worship that gave her such wonderful sensations. Her precious gateway! She was about to offer up the secret of her most treasured possession to this masterful idol. She adored cock! She wanted Johnnie's more than anything else in the world right now. With great deliberation and tenderness, the thick shaft began its awesome journey into her shrine of mystery and rapture. She felt the folds open to receive him, swallowing the wonderful invader The vagina throbbed – it opened and closed in a slow rhythm, drawing in the shaft to explore the inner secrets until the whole length was fully submerged in the centre of the black forest, whilst Lois murmured and sighed with deep pleasure. Lois's nipples and breasts were being fondled by the two friends, stimulating her even further, heightening her anticipation of an explosive orgasm. She responded by caresses their breasts. Jean's large ones and Penny's small ones. Meantime, Belinda had moved to the top of the reclining Lois. Her eyes were swimming with joy as she gazed at her friend. Belinda gave her a long, tender kiss on the lips, pressing her tongue into the mouth. 'How's that feel?' she whispered. 'Is that good?' 'Delicious, darling. Absolutely divine!' was the muttered reply. 'Give me your pussy, then my bliss will be complete.' 'Okay Johnnie. Let nature take its course.' Johnnie started to plunge in and out with firm, deep strokes. He watched as the vagina clung to the shaft, reluctant to allow it to withdraw, coating it in love's lubricating juice. It was out of this world – to be fucking Lois, with her beautiful buttocks spread before him, the hairy gash split apart by his cock. He concentrated on enjoying the feel of the stimulated nerves of his penile skin caressing her vagina. As he thrust his hips at her, he put his arms round Jean and Penny who were still holding her legs, stroking their buttocks, before slipping his hand between the cheeks. Jean's chubby vulva, all sloppy and wet, with its large clitoris was resting in the palm of one hand, and Penny's sleek, slender vulva, leaking juices into the other. It was a fantastic sensation to cup a woman's silky, warm vulva in the palm of your hand, and as Johnnie paddled his fingers in each of them, relishing the delight, the two ladies bent over Lois, taking a nipple each into their mouths. They suckled and licked the perfect boobs. Belinda straddled her thighs over the beautiful face, rubbing her wet vulva lightly over the nose. She felt her friend's tongue start to lap at her labia, the stiffened tongue push its way inside the musky vagina, stimulating and teasing the clitoris. The tongue licked her anus, penetrating that dark secret, before returning to the succulent labia juices. Belinda looked Johnnie in the eyes, she was caressing the soft smooth body of the reclining nude, teasing the clitoris with the tips of her fingers. Belinda and Johnnie gazed mischievously at each other as Johnnie fucked the moaning Lois with long regular strokes. 'How's that for a fuck darling?' she whispered to him. 'Heavenly!' 'Better than me?' she asked wickedly. 'Different – not better!' he gasped. 'You're all wonderful creatures. I could fuck you all.' 'You will, darling. You will! That's why you're here' Their lips met in a passionate kiss as her body started to react more strongly to Lois's searching tongue. She murmured into his mouth 'that's the whole point of the morning. It's a fuckfest! The four of us want to feel your lovely cock inside us.' Lois was in paradise! Her body being penetrated by the man she most wanted to enter her whilst she lapped the delicious pussy of her friend. Nipples being nibbled and kissed heightened the carnal feeling enveloping her whole body. Her conscious mind concentrated on the delightful feeling of being fucked. Every nerve end in her vaginal passage was thrilling to the caress of the cock. She wanted it to last forever. But she knew the twitching muscles in her groin would soon build up, her clitoral stem shimmer with joy, the anguish becoming almost intolerable. She was gasping with joy, every thrust an ecstatic thrill. 'Oh, yes!' she breathed into Belinda's pussy. 'Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! This will be a exceptional orgasm. Fuck me. Slowly, slowly.' Penny was astonished at the sight. God's wish! The holy union of man and woman. To participate was one thing, to observe closely another. She watched in wonder as Johnnie fucked Lois, his prick sliding in and out of those fleshy folds, its lips clinging on to the lurching body as she cried out in agonising ecstasy. Jean was engrossed in studying the other women's bodies. Their breasts and nipples. Their genitals. The scent of each other's flesh. Alluring. All different. All assisting the increase in her carnal sensation. She was really turned on. Watching Johnnie fuck another woman was exhilarating. His fingers playing with her pussy at the same time were bringing her to a quick orgasm. She shuddered with the thrill. All five were now huddled close together. Johnnie was thrusting hard into the splayed body of the reclining Lois, with Jean and Penny on either side of her, nibbling her breasts whilst Johnnie played with their vulvas, and Belinda, kissing Johnnie, sitting astride Lois's face being brought to the boil by her exploring tongue. It was then that Lois's body went into a series of convulsions. Her body jerked and leapt at the thudding of a throbbing cock. She gasped, moaned and cried with agonised delight. 'Oh, God! That's great! Fuck me! Fuck me!' Lois tried to hold her climax at bay, but with Belinda's sweet vulva massaging her face and mouth, varnishing them with her juices, whilst the two other ladies nibbled and sucked on her sensitive nipples, and Johnnie drove in and out of her with vigour, the orgasm swirled around, just below the surface of her loins, teasing her. Then, quite suddenly it slammed through her like a bolt of lightning. She bit on Belinda's clitoris, bring her friend to a mini climax as she continued kissing Johnnie. Lois's ejaculation swamped Johnnie's cock. But it continued to thrust in and out of her vagina with increasing force. Johnnie was reaching for his own orgasm, his muscles clutching for the climax, clenching hard as Lois squirmed beneath him. His fingers continued searching for the clitoral climax of the two other ladies. They were both murmuring with joy, tensing and flexing their loins. Johnnie was enjoying every minute. Every thrust. Belinda kissing him hotly. Feeling the sopping pussies of two women. His body was a mass of quivering nerves as his loins built up tension. He couldn't really control it any longer. His loins clutched at the sensation, trying to trigger the ejaculation. Then it came! Ahh! His whole body stiffened, every muscle at full stretch. Johnnie's face screwed up as he quickly withdrew from Lois, his seed surging up his quivering shaft. The sperm spurted with much force into the air, falling on Lois's neck. 'Yes! Yes!' cried Jean at the sight. 'Excellent!' she adored watching cocks explode! 'Oh, wonderful,' was Penny's response to the magic of the ejaculation. 'The essence of life.' Belinda looked down to see the second splash make a trail of white pearls down Lois's belly. Quickly lowering her head, she caught the third gush in her mouth, before taking the shaft in her hand to jerk the remaining three splashes from the heavily juice-coated cock – the generous coating of Lois's ejaculate. Jean and Penny fought over the final drops of sperm, ending up licking the shaft and kissing each other's sperm-covered lips, as Johnnie backed away. With Lois still tonguing her pussy, Belinda leaned over her friend's body, licking away Johnnie's seed from her neck and breast, before fastening her mouth over the sperm-washed, swollen vulva, biting and chewing the labia and clitoris. They both wallowed in long rippling feelings gently shaking their loins. Jean and Penny were now standing in the middle of the room in a full passionate embrace, kissing and fondling each other, as Johnnie looked on in deep amazement. Four lovely women he had fucked but never seen naked until now, were openly toying with each other's genitals in a most lascivious way. His cock remained as solid as ever. Belinda recovered from her climax, got off the reclining Lois, and the two of them embraced with a tender kiss, before turning to Johnnie. She put her arms round his buttocks and pulled him to her, pressing the hard cock against her groin. 'Our turn, now, Johnnie. I have heard of your claim to multiple ejaculations and your equipment seems still in good order.' She took hold of his cock and led him to the table. 'Just lie on the table here and Penny or Jean might want to take advantage of you.' Johnnie did as he was asked. Belinda knelt beside his waist to finger and lick his hard shaft. Lois joined her at the other side, the two of them paying their deference to the idol of the goddesses. 'My turn for cock!' Penny approached him, straddling his waist. Lois presented the cock to the mouth of Penny's pussy, sliding straight between the thin labia into the dilated vagina without any preliminaries. Penny then lost no time in bouncing up and down, gasping loudly and squealing with happiness. Her fingers played eagerly with her clit to help increase the agitation in her loins. As Penny fucked, Jean and Belinda turned to each other. One look was enough. They fell into each other's arms, kissing fervently, hands desperately clutching at their vulvas, fingers finding the soft folds, the valleys and the wet vaginas. Belinda was curious about Jean's oversized clitoris and thick labia. Sliding down to her knees in front of her, she examined her vulva with great interest. Jean was certainly endowed with a monstrous clitoris and generous sex lips. It was not a small penis such as are found on hermaphrodites, but an oversized lump which was permanently uncovered, almost like a third labia, resting on the hills of the twin lips, of unequal size, but heavily swollen. The stimulation was rapidly affecting Jean's mental stability as she held Belinda's face grinding it into her loins. Her body was on fire with carnal desire, shaking and trembling. Belinda kissed and licked and nibbled. Jean's knees buckled as the wave of orgasm kicked into her groin, her cries of ecstatic pain pitiful to hear. 'Bloody hell! I'm coming! Coming! Coming! Shit!' she cried. Meantime, Lois had taken up a position above Johnnie's head, offering her sweet vulva to his mouth. Johnnie accepted the invitation with pleasure. He took her beautiful labia and clitoris into his mouth, sucking and lapping at them, the excited loins jolting around. He pushed his tongue deep in and out of the honey pot. She enjoyed a rippling orgasm of more gentle proportions than the first, before disengaging. After those moments of oral stimulation, Lois crossed to a side table where she had already put ready some standard white candles. She took one up, crossing to behind Penny, to insert it into the rear passage of the bouncing buttocks, holding it there to fuck her anus in the same rhythm as her bouncing pussy. The effect was immediate. Penny's head thrashed from side to side as she shrieked out her rapture. Erratic convulsions shook her body as her orgasm swept through her. Lois joined her, grabbing her face to kiss her eagerly and violently. The two were joined in simultaneous thrashing orgasms. After Jean's quick achievement with Belinda, she quickly changed over, impaling herself on the stiff cock, allowing herself a leisurely fuck, relishing every stroke of the shaft in her secret shrine, using the candle to stimulate her anus, having seen he effect it had on Penny. 'Fuck me baby. Fuck me rigid. Fuck me cool! Yea! Yea, yea!' Meantime, Lois took the shaking Penny in her arms to soothe her, one hand cradling her weeping vulva, comforting the sensitive folds, kissing her neck and shoulders. Penny responded by fondling Lois's breasts and returning the kisses. The two caressed and kissed as Jean was getting her fuck. Belinda knelt by Johnnie's head, smiling at him. Their eyes met in a long tender gaze. 'You are fantastic, Belinda,' he said as his cock serviced Jean. 'What a party.' 'Not over yet, darling. There's me still to come. Orgasm, that is.' She laughed quietly. 'No, I've already had a couple, but I want one with you when Jean's finished. What a marvellous clit she has. Fascinating!' And she looked down at the bouncing Jean, her large clitoris grinding against Johnnie's groin with each stroke. 'I'll tell you what, Belinda,' he gasped. 'I'm ready to come again. Argh!' And his loins bucked as he discharged into the lurching loins of Jean, who, realising that Johnnie was spurting into her, also snatched an orgasm, crying out in triumph. As Jean raised herself from the reclining body, Belinda slithered forward to put her mouth against Jean's vulva as it started to leak Johnnie's sperm. She licked it all out with her tongue. 'Share, share!' Lois cried. Kneeling in front of Belinda, they kissed with open mouths, allowing the starchy seed to pass between them. 'Right, ladies. Now you've all shared Johnnie as I promised, I think it's about my turn.' The others agreed wholeheartedly. So it was that Belinda and Johnnie had their fuck lying on the rug in a close embrace. The others watched, casually toying with pussies and breasts, as the couple on the rug spent several minutes in an affectionate act of love, Johnnie penetrating fully Belinda's beautiful, tight vagina time and again. She wrapped her legs tightly round his waist, sighing with contentment, relishing every stroke. She wanted him to be inside forever. The man she had shared with three of her friends. He was wonderful. As Johnnie kissed her repeatedly, whispering words of love and admiration, Belinda mind was abandoned in a sea of erotic romance, realising with growing disbelief that she was falling in love with him. She didn't want that! Just sex! But it was too late. Her heart was being taken prisoner! Johnnie kept up the rhythmic thrusting until Belinda's body, slowly responding to the attention it was getting, her loins tensing and flexing, finally reached a satisfying, long rippling orgasm, assisted by Lois, expertly toying with her clitoris. 'I love you, Johnnie,' she whispered into his ear, barely audible. 'I want you always and forever!' And Johnnie's responded with intermittent tender kisses as Lois fondled his genitals. He finally felt his own tension rising. Flexing his muscles, he reached deep down to engage the trigger which eventually let loose the flood of semen. The third coming was not too powerful, just three spasms, to anoint her vagina. 'Just for you, darling,' he whispered back. 'I love you too.' They lay quietly in each other's embrace for several minutes, Belinda's eyes awash with tears. She was shattered by the revelation that cupid had smitten her. Humbled! When the others had all left, back in their kimonos, Belinda confessed to Lois that she had fallen in love, agreeing that the experiment had gone well. 'I didn't want that, Lois.' 'From now on, darling, we'll keep Johnnie to ourselves though. Can I share him still?' 'Of course! He's ours to share. I love you both.' And they kissed gently.