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The Sally Spring Party

By: bad_hobbit



In the UK there is a company - British readers will know it well - that sells lingerie and sex toys through high-street shops and 'parties' for ladies only. (Sort of 'Tupperware with a buzz'). In this story, I've called the company 'Sally Spring'. I hope you enjoy, and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated.

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If someone had asked me just a few weeks ago whether I'd be prepared to expose myself in skimpy underwear, let alone masturbate in front of a room-full of women, I'd have said they were mad. That's really not me -- not me at all. So when Karen asked me if I'd like to go with her to a Sally Spring party, I was really a bit unsure. True, the thought of looking at sexy underwear and sex toys for an evening did sound fun, but in a group of other women?

You see, Derek isn't very -- well, adventurous might be the word -- in bed. Sometimes he seems to go through phases when he buys me some nice lingerie, or takes me out for a romantic meal. Every now and then we'll sit down and watch some soft porn on the telly, but mostly he's not that fussed. I suppose I've come to accept that he's not much of a sex-oriented person, and I've turned down my own sex-drive over the years. I still keep fit, and I make an effort when I go out, but I sometimes wonder who I'm doing it for.

"Come on Brenda, you'll enjoy it," Karen said for the umpteenth time. I think the truth is that she wanted to go, but didn't want to be there on her own. So I agreed. For some reason I didn't tell Derek. I just said that Karen had invited me out for an evening with some girlie friends and I might not be back until late.

The party was at Joanne's place. She's someone who Karen and I vaguely know, in a different department at work. She'd given the invite to Sonia, in our department, who'd asked Karen, who'd asked me. So it was a bit strange at first, with Karen, a bunch of strangers and two people I was on nodding terms with. They were a bit of a mixed bunch -- some rather giggly girlies in their twenties, and quite a few like me somewhere between 35 and 50. But then Jo got the wine and nibbles circulating, and Sue, the party organiser, introduced herself and a very pretty girl of about 25 called Annette, who she said was her model and demonstrator for the night.

They started with a few silly warm-up games, passing round some rather bizarre toys and asking us to guess what they were or what they were for. I quite liked the idea of the vibrating cock ring, but the male g-spot stimulator was a bit bizarre for my tastes, and the anal beads all looked a bit on the large side -- not something I'm into. Then Sue passed around some lubes and novelty condoms and the like, and the third glass of wine went down a treat, so we were all getting a bit giggly and silly by then. 

Then Sue put on some music and announced that Annette would model some of the outfits. And she did, and I think we all felt a bit jealous and a bit turned on at the same time. Annette has a lovely body. Slim, great legs, nice pert boobs, pretty face, long dark hair and skin I would have killed for. She started off modelling this 'naughty nurse' outfit -- the sort of thing a real nurse would be struck off for wearing. Then a French maid, all frills and garters, and a sort of PVC policewoman. Then it was on to underwear -- some negligees, lacy bra and knickers sets and stuff like that. The costume changes didn't seem to take very long -- there wasn't much for the girl to put on or take off -- and we were all pretty relaxed by then thanks to the wine.

Finally, Sue asked Annette to model stuff from the 'Naughty Miss O' range. Sue had given us all catalogues and order forms at the start of the evening, and I could see from the pictures that these were rather more raunchy than the other stuff. There were what I would call 'bondage' outfits -- lots of leather straps, cuffs and collars with loops on for chaining someone up. There were also some rather odd ones in PVC that took Annette quite a while to get on and off. The tight-fitting leggings seemed very sexy on her -- you could see the outline of her pussy lips, and they hugged her pert little bum in a very sexy way -- but some of the other things like masks and restraints and the like were a bit pervy for my liking.

Finally, she modelled some very naughty outfits with holes in all the interesting places, and I found myself getting quite wet just looking at her and thinking about what the garments were for. First she came in wearing a latex peephole bra and a pair of latex panties with a zip from front to back. I thought that looked quite exciting, but a bit impractical. If a guy unzipped you he might either catch your pubes in the zip or scratch his knob trying to slip it through the gap. The second outfit was nicer. It was silk and had ribbon lace-up bits on the bodice to give access to the titties, and a very naughty lace-up bit between the legs. When someone asked how it worked, Annette showed how the bodice undid -- her titties looked very pert, and I could see that her nipples were hard -- and then she undid the bow in front of her pussy, and slowly drew out the ribbon. The fabric covering her slit just fell open, and we were all staring at her smooth pussy lips. I couldn't help noticing that she was wet.

Anyway, she left the room and came back in a set comprising a lace bodice, garter belt and stockings, and a pair of open crotch panties. These made no pretence of covering anything important, and I thought they must feel strange and rather sexy to wear, as they would sort of squeeze your pussy lips together as you walked but leave your skin exposed to the air. I came over all tingly at the thought. Then she modelled two or three other ultra-naughty sets, including one which was designed to nestle in your slit and rub on your clit, one with a plug that went inside and could take a vibrating bullet, and one with a cut-out around the bum-hole. I think we all felt that this last pair might be taking it a bit far, but the idea of walking down the street on the verge of coming because of a pair of knickers with a built-in vibrator seemed very naughty.

Sue asked for a round of applause for Annette, which we all felt she richly deserved, and she went back to another room to change. Sue then showed us lots of vibrators and other toys, and we were able to try them out against the skin of our arms. One girl in a short skirt tried a 'rabbit' against her inner thigh and ordered one then and there.

About ten minutes later, while ladies were placing their orders with Sue, Annette came back in, dressed in the jeans and t-shirt she had had on when she arrived, and sat next to me. I offered her a glass of wine, which she accepted and gulped at. I told her she had done a great job and that she looked fabulous. She smiled at my compliment. I told her I'd never have the courage to do what she did, and no-one would want to look if I did. Then she looked at me a bit strangely and said, "You know, Brenda" reading my name badge, "I think you would be very surprised. I started work with Sally Spring alongside several ladies of about your age. None of them were as fit or attractive as you are, and now they really enjoy it. They get a slice of the commission for everything sold, and they're doing very well. A lady with a body like yours -- what are you, size 8? -- would do famously."

"Size 10 more like, but thank you -- you've made my day. But I couldn't -- I just couldn't stand up there in front of a load of strangers in sexy underwear and -- and even less."

"You know, I used to work in a shoe-shop. My boyfriend was really boring and I had a rubbish sex life. A friend invited me to a Sally Spring party, and I went along because I thought I'd find something to spice things up and get my boyfriend more interested. I bought some sexy underwear and a French maid's outfit, and it sort of did the job for a while. Then I was trying it on in the bedroom one night and thought 'actually, I look pretty hot in this.' So I took a couple of pictures of myself with my digital camera and put them on this site called 'what boys want' that I'd seen my boyfriend looking at. Of course, I hid my face so no-one would recognise me, but the following week I'd got loads of guys rating my pictures saying how hot I looked."

"I'm not surprised," I agreed. "You looked pretty hot to me, and I'm a woman!" It was meant to be a bit funny -- you know, amusing -- but she gave me this odd look and I wondered whether it had come out a bit pervy. But I did mean it -- she looked very horny -- or perhaps 'squishy' was more the word -- in her outfits.

Anyway, Annette seemed unperturbed and continued with her story. "Then I was in the shop one day and a lady came in to buy some shoes and I recognised her as the organiser of the party. So we got chatting and she said I'd make a great model for Sally Spring, and I could make more money than I was doing in the shop. She suggested I went round for an audition, and I admit it was a bit scary. I had to walk into a room wearing just some skimpy underwear and actually try to look sexy. It's hard when you're in an office, embarrassed to hell and wearing just a few bits of lace, and a complete stranger tells you to go into a room full of strangers and 'look sexy'. I did my best, but I just felt silly, and I thought 'oh well, that was that.' So I got dressed again and this lady comes up to me and says 'OK, the first party is a week on Thursday at such-and-such-a-place, so don't forget to do your makeup. The contract will be in the post.' I'd got the job, and I didn't even know whether I wanted it or not. But I went along that first night, and I made £20 in fees and another £30 in commission, so for two hour's work that was pretty good. I try to do at least four parties a week now, and it's good fun. I really enjoy it, and it helps pay the bills."

"You certainly seemed to be enjoying it up there. I could tell." I said this with a sort of naughty smile, remembering the erect nipples and the glistening pussy lips.

"Did it really show that much?" Annette's eyes widened. "Only when I get to the last bit, with the straps and the open crotch stuff, and the one that plugs inside me, well by then I'm normally rather turned on. It's especially good if there are some nice ladies in the audience -- I sort of focus on them and it gets me hotter."

And then she gave me a smile and a wink, and leaned closer. "The reason I was so long getting changed back into my clothes is that I had to go into the bathroom and frig myself off with my little vibrator. You're not shocked, are you?"

"Of course not. What you do gets everyone really horny, not just you." I don't know why I said that, but she gave me this really saucy, conspiratorial sort of look. "I'd recommend some of the vibrators, too. The lipstick one's really useful, and if you can't get off on a 'rabbit' then you're probably dead!"

So that night, I ordered a 'rampant rabbit', and a lipstick vibrator for the handbag. On a whim, I also ordered the open crotch panty outfit in black. I think Sue was a little surprised when she saw the order form, but she seemed happy to take my money. Then Karen and I thanked Sue and Joanne for the party and said goodbye to the other ladies. Just as I was leaving, Annette came up to me and handed me a card. "If you ever fancy giving it a try, Brenda, just call me." Then she gave me a little kiss, which quite surprised me.

That night when I got home I was still quite excited. I was still wet from watching Annette in that raunchy underwear. Derek was sitting in bed, reading a book when I got in. He asked about my evening, kissed me and was about to turn the light out when I stopped him and gave him one of my 'do you fancy a bit?' kisses. I think he was a little taken aback -- even more so when I slid my hand down into his pyjama bottoms and started stroking his cock -- but he soon got the message. Fortunately he wasn't in one of his 'I'd-love-to-sweetheart-but-I've-got-to-get-up-for-work-tomorrow' moods, and he definitely got even more interested when I bent down and started sucking him. Soon he was nice and hard, and his pyjamas and my nightie were on the floor, and we were in a 69 across the bed, with him on top and his tongue in me and my mouth rather full.

But that wasn't what I wanted, so I pushed him back a bit and asked him to fuck me. I don't normally like using language like that. It sounds a bit coarse -- the sort of language that nasty little teenagers use on street corners to get attention. But I just wanted to get him inside me and I know Derek likes me to use words like that so I just did. And he did -- fuck me, that is. Doggy style, frigging my clit, the way I like it. And he seemed to know I wanted him to talk dirty in my ear while he was doing it. I closed my eyes, and I could see Annette's shaved pussy, framed by those naughty crotchless panties, glistening with her juices, and then I came -- miraculously before Derek for a change.

"You were a bit fruity tonight. What came over you?" he asked, when we'd cleaned up and were having a last cuddle before lights-out.

"You did," I joked. "All over my bum and my legs -- and the sheets by the looks of it."

"No, you daft cow," he said, giving me an affectionate squeeze. "You must have had a bit of an interesting evening to get you in the mood like that. Was there a male stripper, or were you watching porn movies."

"Nothing like that," I lied. "Just girlie talk. Some of them were talking a bit about sex and it sort of got me going."

"What were they saying?" he asked, his curiosity perking up.

"Never you mind! It was girlie stuff and I'm not revealing my friends' secrets." And I didn't intend to reveal my own just yet.

The package arrived the following week. I work part time, and it was one of my days off, so I waited until Derek was out and gave everything a test-drive. The lipstick vibrator was fun -- I got myself well on the way to a climax, but stopped short because there was more to sample. 

I decided to try on the crotchless panties, under a short-ish skirt. I walked up and down in front of the mirror in my best heels and this little outfit, lifting the hemline and posing. It looked pretty sexy, though not quite as sexy as Annette's because unlike her I hadn't shaved. Still, having got myself wet with the small vibrator, feeling the panties squeeze my pussy lips and make rub them rub together as I walked was really squishy. So I decided to move on to the 'rampant rabbit'.

The 'rabbit' -- well, let me tell you that Derek was going to have a lot to live up to. It was bigger and thicker than him, and he doesn't have a clit vibrator on top of his cock -- though oddly, there was a 'free gift' of one of those vibrating cock-rings with the package. I sat on the bed facing the mirror, hitched up my skirt and opened my legs. I switched the 'rabbit' on and slid it inside me, and about two minutes later I was coming stronger than I'd done in months. It helped that I could watch this big thing sliding up inside me, see my pussy framed by those outrageous crotchless panties. Seeing my own face when I was coming made me even hotter.

The panties got a bit wet in the process, but I left them on as I cleared the packaging away. It was then I noticed a compliments slip, signed by Sue and Annette. Sue had written 'thanks for the order -- hope you enjoy the products', and Annette had written 'don't forget to call.' And despite the fact that I'd just come, I started feeling tingly all over again.

So I decided to go out into town, shopping. I went to my wardrobe to get changed, but then I thought -- 'no! Sod it, I'll go out like this.' So off I went in the car, skimpy little top, short skirt, heels, dark glasses - and these insane crotchless knickers. As I walked around the shopping centre I could feel the air on my pussy, and I kept looking round to see if anyone could see up my skirt. When guys looked at me, I couldn't tell whether they were thinking 'she's hot', or whether I'd given them a glimpse of pussy and they weren't sure what they'd seen, or whether they were thinking 'mutton dressed as lamb'.

Sally Spring have got a shop in the centre. I've never dared go in there before, even though Derek has tried to persuade me. But this time I went and looked around, and it was mostly the same stuff as at the party. Just looking at it made me even more squishy, thinking about Annette in those outfits. I bought some lubricant and a pair of those lace-up panties, largely because I remembered what Annette had looked like in them. For some reason, I just couldn't get her and her smooth pussy out of my mind.

Later, I sat at a table in a café and reached under my skirt. I was so wet! I quietly got the lipstick vibrator out of my bag and pressed it to my clit. It must have been like one of those 'When Harry Met Sally' moments, only in reverse. Here I was, actually having an orgasm in public and trying not to show it. I'm not sure if anyone noticed, but I felt that everyone in the place must have seen this middle-aged tart frigging herself off in the middle of Caffè Nero.

As I wiped the vibrator and put it away in my bag, I saw Annette's card again. On an impulse, I took out my mobile and called. It rang a few times and I got her voicemail, but I was too embarrassed to leave a message, so I finished cleaning myself up with a napkin and left. Part of me felt a bit silly, but part of me felt liberated. I was behaving really sexily for the first time in years, and it was all for me. There wasn't a cock to please, just my own sweet pussy which had had two climaxes in a few hours. And I was still feeling fizzy.

I was in a shoe shop, trying to pose in front of one of those angled mirrors at foot level to see if I could see up my own skirt, when suddenly my phone rang. I jumped, I can tell you. I grabbed it and hit the green button. "H-Hello?"

"Hi, this is Annette. I just missed a call from you. Who is this, please?"

"Oh, Annette! Hi, it's Brenda. Remember me? From the party?"

"Brenda! Oh yes, of course I remember you, silly! I've been waiting for you to call. Do you want to come round and talk about the modelling job I mentioned?"

"Modelling job? I -- I didn't think it was that serious. I mean..."

"Actually, now would be a really good time. I'm just back from a photo shoot and I've got a whole suitcase full of outfits you could try. And I've also got loan of a video camera and tripod, so you can see what you look like. Where are you now?"

Video camera? What was I getting into here?

"Hello Brenda? I said, where are you at the moment?"

"Ah -- in the shopping centre."

"Great. I only live just round the corner. I'm at eighty-two Fairfax Road, just past the fire station. Do you know it?"

"I -- I'm sure I can find it." What was I agreeing to here?

"Great. Shall we say about 20 minutes? I'll get the kettle on."

Annette's place was small but nicely furnished and comfortable. When she opened the door, she looked stunning. Her make-up was slightly over-done, like she was going out for a glamorous night clubbing, and she had a short flared skirt and a tight wrap-over top on. She was also wearing a sort of collar with a ring on it, like I'd seen in the collection at the party, which I thought a bit strange.

"Brenda! Great to see you. You look fabulous. Would you like a cup of tea?" She was calling me fabulous, when she looked like something out of the pages of a glamour magazine. We sat and drank tea, and she asked what I'd bought in town. I blushed as I confessed what I'd got from the Sally Spring store.

"Yes, they're pretty," she said. "But you ordered the crotchless panties from the party, if I recall. How do you find those?"

I think I must have blushed even more. Of course, she would probably have discussed with Sue about who had ordered what.


The Sally Spring Party Ch. 02



Chapter 2 - Pretty as a Picture

 (C) Bad Hobbit

It's taken me quite a while to get round to taking Brenda to the next level. Hope you enjoy it as much as she does!

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"Now just let me do the talking, and watch what happens. You don't need to do anything if you don't want to, but let me know if you change your mind. I know what you're like when the juices start to flow."

I gave Annette a playful slap on the arm. She had talked me into going with her on a glamour shoot, basically to observe and to give me an idea of what it was like. I'd been doing the Sally Spring round for several weeks, and although Annette was sometimes with me, I was increasingly doing it solo. The money was useful -- maybe three sessions a week, giving me around £600 in total so far -- but I'd never get rich. Annette had told me that the starting rate for a photo shoot would be around £200 a session, and that would be just showing her breasts. She hinted that if she showed more, or even had sex with the photographer or another model on camera, she could make £500, even up to £1,000 for a single session. It sounded fascinating -- and rather scary.

Annette had told me that the photographer -- a guy who called himself Brad, probably because he fancied he looked a bit like Mr Pitt -- was actually fun to work with, not at all pushy and actually very good looking. She had worked with him before, and had shown me the results of one of his photo-shoots earlier in the week; black lingerie, open legs, toying with a dildo rather suggestively. She told me that after the shoot she had actually had sex with Brad, and that he was very good. That made me a bit jealous. I felt that Annette was my lover. I didn't want to share her with anyone, male or female, which was really a bit selfish as I still had regular sex with Derek. In fact, since the parties started, I'd found that I wanted sex a lot more, and both Derek and Annette were getting the benefit. And of course, me.

I really don't know what Derek thought was going on. Annette spent quite a lot of time at the house on the days that neither of us were working. Usually soon after Derek had left for work, she and I would get into bed and spend an hour or so making love. Sometimes it was slow, romantic and very sensuous. Sometimes it was hot, horny and dirty. But it was always fun. One morning Derek came back unexpectedly and nearly caught us at it. I had to bustle Annette into the shower and pretend to be looking for clothes in my wardrobe, and fortunately he didn't seem suspicious, though he did try to sneak a peek of Annette while she was showering, before I shoved him on his way. I also noticed that he took more trouble with his appearance these days, and the way he looked at Annette annoyed me a bit. I don't know why it should have done. After all, it was me, not him, who regularly got between her thighs.

So here we were, in Brad's studio. Annette was going to do a photo-shoot, and I was going to watch. The studio was set up so that a corner looked like a bedroom, with mirror-door wardrobes, fluffy rugs, a big bed -- everything you needed to make it look like the woman was in her own home. There were lights, cameras, reflectors and the usual photographic stuff, as well as a computer with a big screen set up for photo editing in the opposite corner. And in easy reach, a box full of dildos, vibrators, tubes of lubricant, blindfolds, handcuffs and other stuff I didn't want to look at too closely. I was a bit concerned at what I was walking into, I must say, though I reassured myself with the knowledge that Annette had done this before, so it couldn't be too scary.

And I needn't have worried. Brad turned out to be very pleasant and fiendishly attractive -- big blue eyes, white even smile, high cheekbones, nice, strong jaw, blonde floppy hair and a distinctly fit body. Annette had explained to Brad that I was curious about glamour work. He looked me up and down, and I thought 'Oh no, he's going to make some remark and I'm going to feel two inches tall and wish I'd never come'.

What he actually said was "I hope after you've seen me work with Annette that you decide to pose, Brenda. I've been asked to provide some pictures for a special MILF feature next month, and you could be the star of that if you wanted. It would be worth around three hundred -- more if you'd be a bit more adventurous."

Three hundred quid? I was tempted, but terrified. "What does 'MILF' mean?" I asked, wondering if it meant I had to do something strange with animals.

"It stands for 'Mother I'd Like to Fuck'. It means sexy older ladies -- like you -- that lots of guys go for. I've got one or two other models lined up, but you're definitely the prettiest I've seen. I could put you in the centre spread."

The words of that old song came back to me, a bit distorted. "My blood runs cold -- my granny is a centrefold!" But three hundred quid! I have to confess, I was very tempted.

"I -- I'll think about it for a bit. Can I just watch what you do with Annette before I decide?"

"Sure." He threw me a very winning smile, and then sat me down on a sofa facing the bed. 

Annette had come dressed in a nice, cream-coloured wrapover dress, which set off her lovely olive complexion. Brad starting taking pictures, and Annette started taking her clothes off. She slid the dress slowly back and down her arms. Underneath, she had a white lacy bra and tiny thong panties, with matching suspender belt and white stockings. Brad just moved around, clicking away as she removed the dress, posed in the underwear, then slid onto the bed and started to reveal more. First, a bra-cup pulled down; then the thong panties pulled to one side, then bunched and pulled into her slit, exposing tantalising glimpses of pussy lips.

I watched as Annette removed her bra and panties, and Brad took her through a range of poses; kneeling on the bed with her bum in the air , legs parted; on her back, legs spread, opening her pussy lips with her fingers; knees up to her boobs, displaying her slit. It was all a bit blatant, even gynaecological, but I could see Annette was wet -- and so was I. Brad kept moving around, taking pictures from all angles, and I could see from the bulge in his chinos that he was also turned on by it all. I'd have thought that he'd seen it all before, and sticking his camera lens into a girl's slit was all part of a day's work for him. But of course I felt that Annette was a bit special, and maybe Brad agreed.

After quite a few pictures, including some real close-ups, he handed Annette a cock-shaped vibrator and asked her to play with it. She licked it, rubbed it over her nipples and up and down her thighs, then slowly homed in on her pussy. She clearly enjoyed the feeling of the buzzing toy on her clit, but Brad was angling for more.

"Slide it inside you", he said softly. I was also eagerly anticipating watching her use the toy in that way. I was reminded of Hazel's request at my first Sally Spring party, eager to see me use the 'rabbit' in that most blatantly sexual way. "Go on girl, fuck yourself with it!" Her words had goaded me to masturbate in front of a roomful of strangers, and now I watched as my lover slowly slipped the buzzing plastic penis into her wet vagina. I had performed this particular act on Annette more than once, had her return the favour and enjoyed sessions when we had watched each other masturbate in this way. (We once had a race to see which of us could come first -- Annette won.) In this context it looked so horny I had to resist putting my own hand under my skirt.

Within a couple of minutes, Annette was writhing on the bed, now thrusting the plastic toy deep inside herself, now running it along her inner lips, finally pressing it to her clit and moaning out a strong orgasm. Brad was eagerly capturing every moment with his camera, and he was clearly very aroused.

"Beautiful! So beautiful Annette! I think that was your best photoset yet." Brad leaned across and kissed Annette on the lips. "Can I get you a drink? You must be thirsty after all that exertion," he asked, solicitously.

Annette asked for water, so I got up, poured a glass and took it to her. "You were fabulous. That was so sexy!" I smiled, and bent to kiss her as well. Our kiss was warmer than Brad's -- a kiss of lovers.

"Oooh!" said Brad. "How about a girl-girl session?"

"Not right now, you greedy boy!" Annette replied. "I'm spent for the moment."

"Hmmm, maybe later then?" Brad let the question hang in the air. I tried to ignore it, but his next question was aimed at me.

"So Brenda, you've seen what the photoshoot is all about. Would you like to have a go?"

I was very turned on by what I'd seen, but still terrified. "I -- I don't know. What would you do with the photos?"

"Like I said, I have a particular commission in mind for a specific magazine. They'll use it for the mag and their subscription-only website. So don't worry -- you won't be splashed all over the Internet."

"Would they -- are they likely to put my picture on the cover?" I could just imagine me, tits out, grinning down from the top shelf of W H Smiths for all the world to see.

"Probably not -- at least, not a full-cover spread." Brad was clearly anticipating my concerns. "But even if they did, these days men's mags are sold in semi-opaque polythene wrappers, so someone would have to want to buy it and take it off the shelf before they would see the cover pics. So you needn't worry. The only people who will see you are guys who pay for porn, and they're not likely to tell anyone they've been buying girlie mags or visiting porn sites, so your secret will be safe. So how would you like to pose?"

Brad's smile was sexy and seductive. He'd already made the assumption that I would go through with it -- and to be completely honest, so had I. It wasn't just the easy money. It was the thought of being a 'glamour model' -- at my age! It was the thought of turning on a young guy like Annette had done, and maybe lots more through the pages of the magazine. It was the sight of Annette getting wet and coming through the sheer, naughty thrill of posing naked and provocatively.

Brad asked me what I was wearing and what I'd feel comfortable doing. To be honest, I'd dressed with the expectation that I might actually do it. I had on a slinky knee-length dress and some of my favourite undies, as well as stockings and suspenders, at Annette's suggestion. For me, I favoured black, as white didn't work so well against my rather paler skin. I'd taken a lot of trouble over my make-up, including nail polish and a fresh waxing of my pussy -- though I didn't tell Brad that. I'd also worn a velvet choker with a pearl motif, which Annette thought looked sexy on me.

Brad suggested that I should do a strip, rather as Annette had done. "Imagine you've been on a romantic date with a handsome young lover. You're in his bedroom and he's going to make love to you. Undress the way you would to entice him into sex. Look at me, look at the camera. Seduce us."

Actually, I was trembling. I don't think I'd ever seduced a man in my life. Most of my first times with new lovers -- all a long time ago - had been very spontaneous, spur of the moment things. The guys may have planned them, but I hadn't -- though once or twice I'd certainly hoped for and anticipated being seduced. (That is, I'd put on my best undies and taken condoms and breath fresheners in my handbag).

This was all unfamiliar territory. I'd done the striptease bit a few times with Derek, but it's not the same when the object of your attention is a bit paunchy and looks more like Johnny Carson than Johnny Depp. My first thought is 'you'll look ridiculous, stripping for a hot young guy like Brad.' But then I thought -- 'but he asked me to do it. He wants me to play to the camera.'

"I -- I think you may have to guide me a bit. I haven't really done anything like this for a while." I smiled coyly.

"Sure, Brenda. Just take it nice and slow. Just show me how sexy you are. I'm really turned on by you. I want you. I want to know that you want me too. Can you do that?"

Oh God! Could I show Brad that I fancied him? I'd been trying to hide that fact for the past hour, but now...

Brad placed me in front of a long mirror, unzipped my dress and made me slip it down at various angles and in various positions, bending over to unfasten my shoe on a stool so he could take some shots up my skirt and down my cleavage. 

Brad kept snapping away. "Smile, Brenda. Remember, I'm going to be licking your pussy in a few minutes."

My stomach gave a jolt. Oh, if only! I was already so wet I could feel my panties getting soaked, juices seeping into my upper thighs.

My heart was pounding as I slowly took the dress off. Now I've got a good figure for a woman of my age, but I'm not Annette. I don't have the lustrous skin and the ultra-tight bum and the oh-so-firm boobs. I'd dressed up what I do have as prettily as possible. The panties were those with the ribbon lacing the crotch -- fortunately black and shiny, or the big wet patch would have been clear for all to see. The bra was a strapless 'push up and out' type I'd bought only a few days earlier from the Sally Spring catalogue. It lifted my boobs up and presented them, without covering very much at all. My nipples were hard and tingly. I wanted to touch them. Actually, more than anything, I wanted Brad or even Annette to touch them.

"Wow!" said Brad, "you look even better without your clothes, Brenda. Lovely tits, if you don't mind me saying so."

Actually, I didn't mind at all. I was creaming my panties, relishing a hot young man ogling me through his camera, making sexy, complimentary remarks.

"I love the outfit," Brad continued. "You look fabulous in stockings, and those panties look very sexy. And if I'm not mistaken, rather wet."

I never thought I looked that good in suspenders. Annette has this taut young body, and the straps just float over her skin. I'm a bit more fleshy, and I think I bulge out around the lace. Brad clearly didn't seem to think so. I realised, to my surprise and delight, that he still had quite a hard on. This couldn't still be left over from Annette -- this had to be for me!

Almost the first thing he asked me to do was unlace the ribbon from the panties. "Nice and slow, Brenda. Let me take lots of shots as you open up that naughty slit." Whether he meant the slit in the panties or the flesh one underneath, I wasn't sure, but the way he talked to me, the way he looked at me, had me trembling.

Once the bow-fastening was undone, the satin ribbon had to be drawn slowly out to open the crotch of the panties. This was quite fun in itself -- the slippery satin rubs on your pussy lips as it slides out. Brad made the most of it, taking shots from lots of angles, including lying on his back on the floor as I straddled him. Once the ribbon was out, he had me spread the opening wider so that the fabric framed my pussy, and then run the ribbon between my pussy lips. The friction on my clit and inner lips made me gasp, and Brad was quick to capture my facial expression, as well as close-ups of the action down below.

Then it was onto the bed, for lots of poses involving me opening my legs, or pulling my nipples to my mouth to lick them. This is one feat I can do that Annette can't. Her boobs are firm and beautifully shaped, but no more than a B cup. Mine are rather bigger and quite a bit softer, so I can pleasure my own nipples if I wish. Normally I wish someone else would do it for me -- they're very sensitive when I'm aroused.

Finally the bra and then the panties came off, though Brad lingered over both. I don't know how many shots he could get on a memory card, but I suspect that he'd already taken at least a hundred of me. As with Annette before me, the poses became more blatant, spreading my legs and giving the camera a serious 'come-on' expression. Actually, I felt so horny by now that Brad had dropped the camera and his trousers and shoved his cock into me, I wouldn't have objected.

"God, you're so wet, Brenda. Why don't you put your fingers in your slit and play with your clit?"

Without a thought I did exactly as Brad suggested. Oh, it felt so good! The sensations were getting so strong. I turned my head, and saw Annette on the sofa. Like me, she had her hand between her legs. It always turned me on to watch Annette masturbate -- usually so much so that I'd have my own hand or mouth between her legs after only a few moments.

Brad saw where I was looking and glanced round at Annette. "Hey, Annette. Would you like to join Brenda here on the bed?"

Annette stopped masturbating for a moment. "How much, Brad?" she asked.

"Oh -- another two hundred."

"No. At least four. Each." Turned on as we both were, Annette knew when she could make some proper cash.

"What? That's a lot of money, Annette. Another eight hundred just for a girl-girl session. And we haven't asked Brenda yet if she's interested. Are you, my sweet?"

Through my erotic haze, I realised that if I let Annette make love to me now, we would both walk away with £700. Not bad for an hour or two's intense pleasure.

"Ye -- yeah. Please" was all I was able to gasp.

"OK. Tell you what. Seven hundred between you. How does that sound?"

"Unacceptable," Annette replied immediately. I was about to beg my lover to give me release and she was holding out for a paltry fifty quid each!

"OK, deal," said Brad. "But, Annette -- I get to fuck you after you've finished with Brenda."

Annette got up off the sofa. "Deal," she said. She almost threw herself onto the bed alongside me.

And suddenly, everything had got a bit more scary and a bit more exciting. I was going to make love with Annette, in front of a camera. Guys were going to buy pictures of me with my fingers and my tongue in my sweet girl's pussy, and hers in mine. I had no doubt that Brad would capture our orgasms in close-up detail. And then I was going to watch while this young hunk stuck his nice young cock into my girlfriend. This was way beyond anything I'd ever imagined myself doing, even when I entered this studio.

But I wasn't going back now. Annette's first kiss was hot, hungry, demanding. Our sessions were usually slow, languid, romantic affairs, with lots of skin contact and gentle caresses before homing in to the sensitive areas. Now we were already far beyond that, and we gave Brad exactly what he was looking for. Our mouths and fingers found breasts and nipples, probed each other's slits. Annette knelt over me, sucking at my hard engorged nipples, (which I adored), pressing her smooth, stockinged thigh tightly against my open pussy. We rolled over, and my fingers plunged into her wet, open love-hole, thrusting almost savagely in a way I knew she loved when she was very aroused. 

Our cries and moans seemed to be exciting Brad as much as the scene we were showing him, He was leaning over us, snapping away, encouraging us with phrases like 'that looks so hot, Annette', and 'oh yes, Brenda, let me hear how much you're enjoying that'.

We shifted position a few times. I got Annette to kneel up, and fucked her with my fingers while I licked around her tight, puckered bum-hole, which I know she loves. We moved into scissors, which I think really turned Brad on, and which I usually like a lot. It's very erotic, rubbing pussy to pussy with another (shaved) woman, especially one as sexy as Annette. Unfortunately, we found that our suspenders were a bit scratchy on each other's inner thighs, so we quickly moved into a 69, licking and sucking each other's pussies. Annette slid a finger, slick with my juices, into my bum. I love a finger in me there -- nothing bigger, just a finger, skilfully inserted and withdrawn. Annette knew how to make it feel very good. So we lay there, with Annette crouched over me, my head towards the foot end of the bed, as I licked and sucked and finger-fucked my hot young lover. Brad circled us, closing in to get pictures of pussies and faces.




The Sally Spring Party Ch. 02



Then I noticed that he had put his camera down and had started to undress. He was obviously preparing to take up the second part of the deal -- to fuck Annette. From my position, upside down on the bed, I admired his strong, smooth torso as the T-shirt was flipped off. When the chinos were unfastened and pulled down, I realised that he wore no underpants, and naked, he looked extremely tasty. Like us, he had dispensed with pubic hair, and his cock and balls were smooth. A guy's scrotum can't really be called attractive, but Brad's erect cock, with his balls tight and drawn up, looked about as nice as any I'd ever seen.

Brad's cock was a bit over average size, and definitely larger than Derek's. He was circumcised, quite long, with a nice rounded head and quite a thick, smooth, lightly-veined shaft. It had been nearly fifteen years since I'd got this close to a guy's cock that wasn't my husband's, and this was quite a thrill.

As I watched, he drew closer, tearing open a condom packet, obviously intending to put on the rubber and slide into Annette as she crouched on all fours over me. I was looking forward to the view, but on impulse I decided to take a more active role. I reached out, took hold of that hot organ, pulled it towards me and engulfed that nice, velvety head with my lips.

In my younger days I used to pride myself on my blow-jobs. Once, in my twenties, I went to a party and managed to suck off three guys in one night. One of them reciprocated with a pussy-licking that felt pretty good at the time (I was quite drunk) and another one gave me quite a pleasant shafting. Then, about a year later, I met Derek and settled down. He was dependable, solvent and he made me laugh. He enjoyed my blow-jobs, but he was no Adonis in bed. You win some, you lose some.

So now, madly, impetuously, I was sucking on a cock that wasn't my husband's. A very nice cock, attached to a very hunky guy, as a prelude to him fucking my best friend and lover. And I was doing a pretty good job of it, if I say it myself, relaxing my throat and giving him lots of wet tongue and lips. 

Then Annette turned her head to find out why I'd stopped servicing her pussy, and realised what was going on. "Hey, Brenda, bad girl! Put that boner down! It's mine, and Brad knows where he has to bury it!" She slapped my thigh playfully.

Reluctantly, I let Brad's cock slide out of my mouth, and reached up to take the condom from his hand. When I was younger, one of the tricks I enjoyed doing for my boyfriends was putting on a rubber with my mouth. After fifteen years of condom-free sex with Derek, I hoped I could still remember how to do it.

Actually, it was pretty easy, and I rolled the rubber tube about half-way along his cock with my lips before using my hand to complete the job. I used to hate the taste of the lubricant they used, but this one was nicer -- well, less unpleasant than I remembered. Once the rubber was on, it was just a matter of lining up Brad's cock with Annette's very wet and open hole.

Brad didn't hang about. No gentle probing for him -- he just shoved it straight in. Then he pulled right back and did it again. Annette moaned loudly, but this was definitely not in protest. Most of our lovemaking didn't involve penetration, but when it did, I knew that Annette, in a very aroused state, like nothing better than a hard shafting with a dildo or vibrator. Brad had obviously picked this up, and was using the next best thing -- or maybe the next better thing. And I was getting a close-up view of the action.

It was strange; a bit like I guess porn movies must be (though I never watch them), only for real. A close up of a fit guy's cock thrusting in and out of a girl's -- my girlfriend's -- pussy. Every so often, Brad would pull right out, then thrust in hard again, and Annette would moan or squeal. Her cries were a bit muffled, as our bodies were between us and she usually had her tongue somewhere in my pussy. And I could see Annette's pussy lips stretch and ripple as Brad fucked her vigorously.

I wasn't neglecting my duties, either. I was still licking at Annette's clitoral shaft, and just occasionally tickling the head with my tongue, and I'm glad to say that I managed to extract a few moans from her myself. On the few occasions when Brad kept still, usually buried to the hilt inside Annette and just grinding his cock around inside her, I reached up and licked his balls. I think he started doing the 'deep grinding' thing a lot more after the first time; I know guys love to have their balls licked, and Brad's were smooth and velvety, so it was fun to do it, and I didn't end up with stray pubic hairs between my teeth!

Finally, Annette was moaning like she was going to die, and I closed in on her clit for some serious tongue-work as Brad increased his pussy pounding. Annette normally produces a lot of juices -- maybe it's her age -- but when I felt, heard and interestingly saw her coming, she gushed even more. My face was covered in her juices -- not a problem, except it made my make-up run. But it was so erotic, feeling and seeing the spasms in the muscles of her pussy and her slick, pink lips trembling, as well as hearing the orgasmic cries I'd heard many times before, but never tired of hearing.

I was really close by now. If Annette had kept on licking me, I'd probably have come myself. Instead, she lifted her head and moaned -- "Come in me, Brad. Come for me now!"

But instead, as the ripples in Annette's pussy subsided, Brad stopped thrusting and pulled out. "I think Brenda wants some of this."

I was surprised. For a moment I thought "No! I'm a married woman. I don't go around fucking young men!" Then a little voice inside my head said "No, you just fuck young women, and bits of plastic in front of an audience!"

Annette climbed off me, turned round and kissed me. She looked totally radiant, flushed from her orgasm. "That was gorgeous -- thank you, both of you." Brad leaned close for another kiss. Then Annette looked at me. "Do you really want Brad to fuck you, Brenda?"

I looked back into her big, dark eyes. "I -- I'm not sure..." I murmured.

She reached down and started stroking my clit again. "He's very good. You'd like it. I think you'd find his cock feels really good inside you." 

I couldn't work out why, but it seemed that Annette really wanted Brad to fuck me. I looked up at him, his taut, nicely-muscled body, his big blue eyes looking at me with the sort of hungry expression I hadn't experienced in a long while -- and that nice, long cock. I thought about what I was doing, how I would be cheating on Derek, how it was so wrong. And how gorgeous and sexy Brad looked. 

Annette and Brad were both smiling at me with knowing expressions. They could tell that I was so tempted. But I couldn't -- I just couldn't...

Then Brad just put his hands inside my knees and spread my legs apart. Annette's long, clever finger stroked across my clit and probed inside me. And then Brad was over me, poised on his strong arms, his long, muscular legs between mine, his smooth chest almost touching my nipples, his cock... 

His cock was just lazily nudging my pussy lips and the entrance to my vagina. I looked up into those huge blue eyes; saw the sheen of perspiration already on his face after what he'd been doing to Annette; smelled the aroma of mixed cologne and pussy juices that filled the studio; felt that insistent nudging of his hot, rubbered cock against my entrance; and heard him say, "So what's it to be, Brenda?"

"I -- I...." I stammered. 

Then Annette, dirty girl that she is, stroked my clit again, which felt gorgeous, and bent low to whisper in my ear. "Go on Brenda. Why don't you just let go and remind yourself what it feels like to be fucked properly, by a real man."

I should have been outraged at her insult to my husband. At the time, all I could think of was that she had a point, and so did Brad, and it was aimed exactly where I most wanted it. My heart was pounding, and I could feel the pulse in my neck and hear a sort of rushing noise in my ear. There was only one thing to do.

"Yes", I gasped, hoarsely.

"Yes what?" Brad smiled cheekily at me.

"Yes -- yes, please," I gasped again. All I wanted now was for that hard rod of flesh that kept teasing my opening to finally fill me up.

Brad grinned. "Very polite, Brenda, but are you trying to say 'yes, please, fuck me'?"

I was having difficulty breathing. I think I had tears in my eyes. My chest felt so tight, but my nipples were almost unbearably hard and sensitive and my pussy was on fire. "Yes!" I gasped again, this time a little louder. "Please. F-fuck me?"

Brad didn't answer at first. I was just aware that the pressure at the entrance to my vagina increased, and slowly, slowly, Brad slid his cock into me. My eyes welled up, and I think I let out a long moan, as he filled me up, so deep, so fully, in one long stroke, gentle but irresistible. Sometimes when Derek's a bit frisky, he'll try shoving it in me quite hard at the start. It can be exciting, or it can be painful. Usually I need him to slide it in and out a bit first to spread my juices around before he can go in to the hilt.

Brad's bigger than Derek. He's quite a lot longer and he's a fair bit thicker, but I never had any problems. It may have been because I was now so wet you could float a boat in my slit. It may have been that he was slow and very skilled. However, all I felt was this gorgeous sensation of being filled up by a very handsome, very sexy man.

"You're crying, Brenda. Am I hurting you?"

I looked up at his handsome face, blurred by my tears. He looked genuinely concerned. I sometimes think Derek would only look at me like that if I started to bleed.

"No. It's -- it's -- beautiful. So good. So full"

I wondered dreamily whether Brad's was the biggest cock I'd ever had inside me. A few years ago, Karen had organised an office outing to a Chippendales show, and I'd seen cocks there that would literally make your eyes water -- and probably not the way that Brad's was at that moment. Just like any other girl, I like to feel full, but there can be just too much of a good thing. I did try Annette's big dildo once, but it felt uncomfortable, and it seemed rather silly to be trying to shove something like that into myself when I had a girlfriend like Annette who could make me come like a rocket from five minutes' clit licking.

Anyway, I reckoned that Brad's must have been the biggest cock I'd had in at least fifteen years, probably ever, and it felt glorious. (I don't recall many of my handful of lovers before Derek as being particularly well-hung). As Brad picked up speed and began sliding in and out more rapidly, it was so beautiful, so sexy, so luscious that I stopped worrying about cheating on Derek as I became more aware that this felt so much better than anything Derek had ever given me. 

Brad did something Derek rarely does; he kissed me, gently and very sensuously, as his thrusts began to pick up pace. His kisses were almost as sexy as Annette's, and she can make me cream my panties by just kissing my mouth. Then he started to lick and nibble my neck -- I love that. And his lovely, taut body was brushing my skin as he moved in and out, up and down along my body. It was delicious.

And Brad just kept on fucking me. As I said, I never used to be a fan of dirty talk, but that's the only way to describe what he did. It soon became too lustful, too animal to be called 'making love', and I was loving every single thrust, every time his hard abdomen pressed against my open pussy lips. And I could tell that he was really enjoying it -- a fit, very handsome young man was really enjoying fucking me! He was doing it for my pleasure and for his pleasure - not as a special favour to Annette, or for the cameras.

The cameras! In panic I looked around to see if he was recording this. I couldn't tell. He hadn't been using a video camera during the sessions -- or at least not one I could see - and I didn't think the stills camera would be running on its own; certainly, the flashgun wasn't popping. I relaxed a little.

By now, Brad had already been going for longer than Derek normally managed after a whole Viagra tablet. Each stroke was deeper than I was used to, and he'd stretched me quite a bit more than Derek had ever managed. The sensations were new, beautiful and incredibly sexy. Then Brad arched his back, changing the angle subtly -- which felt fabulous -- and bent down to suck my nipples.

Have I said that my nipples are very sensitive? Well, when I'm as aroused as I was then, sucking on a nipple is like sticking an electric shock through me. I must have been moaning and crying out incoherent crap, and my head was thrashing from side to side. Then Annette, who had been gently stroking my pussy in a way that kept me simmering nicely -- she knows exactly how to do that, the young minx -- leaned in and started sucking on the other nipple, while ramping up the pressure on my clit. I knew I was moments away from coming, but Annette wasn't finished. She slid her other arm under me, and teased around my bum-hole with one of her long, clever fingers. My juices were everywhere by now, so she had no trouble slipping the finger inside my tight hole, just the way she knows I love.

The feeling of Annette's finger rubbing up against Brad's cock inside my body, plus two throbbing nipples being sucked and an insistent gentle rubbing on my clit pushed all my dials into the red zone. My first proper orgasm with Annette had been pretty spectacular, and she and I had had some pretty wild times since, but this was even better. I love Annette and the things she does to me, but it's still hard to beat the feeling of a fit young man between your legs, a nice big cock filling your pussy, and everything else that a woman can do for you ladled thickly on top.

Annette says I screamed. She could be right. All I was aware of was this amazing rushing sensation all through my body. Perhaps that's what it feels like when you take something like Ecstasy. I've never tried drugs, but I was definitely on my own private ecstasy trip. I was just squealing and yelling all sorts of crap, most of it obscene. I was vaguely aware of clawing at Brad's back and moaning "fuck me, fuck me," over and over, and Brad gasping out "I am fucking you, Brenda. Hadn't you noticed?"

And he certainly was. As I was coming down from my mega-orgasm -- I don't know how long it lasted, maybe a minute, maybe an hour, I lost track of time -- I was aware that he was still fucking me. Derek normally lasts for five minutes tops, normally less, so I've got used to him bringing me off with his fingers or mouth and then fucking me afterwards. It doesn't feel so good, coming with an empty pussy, but it's better than not coming at all. (Derek usually falls asleep soon after he's come, so if I don't get in first, there's nothing left for me afterwards.) Even with Annette, I like a finger or two in my pussy or bum, or a vibrator in me, so I can grip on something when the orgasm hits. It sort of prolongs it for me, and with Brad's cock in me -- not to mention Annette's naughty finger -- my climax lasted for ages. And so did Brad.

Well I love a good fucking as much as the next girl. (The next girl in this instance was Annette, and I know she loves a good fucking, as I'd just witnessed the first of several good fuckings that she has enjoyed in my presence). However, sooner or later, the pounding has to stop or a girl gets sore. And I really wanted Brad to come for me; it would be so good if wrinkled old me could make this gorgeous young man come.

So I kissed him, I rode his slim hips even harder with my legs, I arched my back and moaned more obscenities in his ear, just like I knew Derek loved. "Come for me, Brad. Come in my pussy. Fuck me hard in my -- in my cunt. Come inside my cunt, Brad." You know, all that sort of shit that blokes love.

Brad's body was covered in perspiration by now, but he kept on thrusting. "Make me come, Brenda," he panted, "but I hate -- coming in rubber. Will you - do it with your mouth -- for me?"

Like I said, I quite enjoy sucking cock. I think I'm good at it, but Derek takes advantage and wants it all the time -- when he's interested at all - and as his pussy-licking is so-so, I've learned to ration the blow jobs. Also, he likes to thrust, and I'm not a fan of having something shoved roughly down my throat.

Now with Brad, we're talking about a different scenario. Here's a gorgeous guy whose cock I'd already tasted, and I was more than willing to suck him as deep as I could take him. I've never been a great fan of the flavour of semen, and Derek's isn't among the tastiest I've ever had, so I don't often let him come in my mouth. Frankly, I almost didn't care what Brad's tasted like after what he'd just done for me.

"Of course, Brad. I'd love to suck all your lovely spunk out. Just stick that lovely big cock in my mouth and I'll show you what I can do". Same old bollocks, but men love it!

So Brad slid slowly out of me, and in one movement whipped off the rubber and slid up the bed. He straddled my chest, and slid his cock between my boobs. There are quite a few things that Annette can do better than me -- she's younger, fitter and sexier -- but she's not equipped for titty-fucking. I am, and I let Brad slide his lovely big dick in that valley between my globes, bending my neck forward so I could take the tip between my lips at the end of each thrust.

Then Brad lifted up and shuffled forward, and he was kneeling astride my shoulders, sliding his cock properly into my mouth, I took him as deep as I could, not minding the stretch to my jaw, just enjoying the hard, sexy meat in my mouth, savouring the salty pre-cum. We rocked together, him fucking my mouth, at first tentatively, then more urgently, me bobbing my head to match his rhythm, for about 30 seconds. 

Then he moaned loudly, and I felt and tasted the first spurt of his cum. I was pleasantly surprised by the taste; slightly sweet, a little bit spicy. Brad was quite deep in my mouth at this stage, and I was struggling not to choke as three, four, five spurts of thick, gooey fluid hit my throat. I managed to swallow -- hard to do with your mouth stretched wide -- and concentrated on relishing the sensations of his pulsing cock against my tongue. I could feel his body shuddering, hear his loud moans of pleasure, and I felt an amazing sense of power and fulfilment to have done that to him.

Yes, I'd done it. I'd stripped, I'd teased and seduced. I'd caressed and licked my lover in front of the camera. I'd sucked cock, been royally and comprehensively fucked by a gorgeous young man, and swallowed the guy's cum. I'd come like an express train. And I was now £700 richer. This was definitely the life.

Brad's body stopped heaving, and he slowly withdrew his softening cock from my mouth, leaving a sticky trail down my chin. Annette leaned in and licked it off. "Any more for me?" she asked, before taking Brad's cock in her mouth and sucking it. Brad moaned again, and he grabbed Annette's head, holding her still as if it was all too much for him.

When Annette released him, she turned to me and kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. "Mmmm! I can taste him in your mouth. You greedy girl! Did you want to keep all of that for yourself?"

She smiled. I smiled back, and kissed her again. "Thank you, Annette. If it hadn't been for you, I'd never have done -- any of this. It's been fantastic."

"So, Brenda, do you want a regular modelling contract? " Brad was smiling down at both of us as he wiped the sweat, pussy juices and dribbles of semen from his body with a towel. "I can arrange it for you. It pays well; even better if we use the video camera."




The Sally Spring Party Ch. 02



"I -- I'll think about it. It's just that -- I don't know how far I want to go yet. Will I get a copy of the magazine when it's published?"

"Sure. I'll get a copy sent to you."

Annette chuckled. "Better send it to me and I'll pass it on. I don't think we should risk it falling into Derek's hands!"

"God no! And Brad -- you swear that this will only be for the mag and a subscription site? I don't want those pics all over the Internet."

"Don't worry, Brenda. Trust me. I'll send you -- or Annette -- the url and a free password so you can see what we publish and what the other photo sets look like. I promise you that you'll be the most gorgeous MILF on their site, and I guarantee that when their customers have had a look at your pics, they'll be demanding another set from you. Now, drinks, anyone?"

Although it was a bit early, I enjoyed the wine. Annette and I showered together -- Brad sneaked a few more pics as we washed each other and fooled around a bit -- and then we collected our cash and kissed Brad goodbye. (Annette negotiated another hundred each for the shower scene, so we each left with £800 in our purses and a nice glow between our legs). When we got back to Annette's, we rekindled that glow, and I came again with fond recollections of Brad's cock still vivid in my head, a nice big vibrator in my pussy and Annette's naughty tongue on my clit.

Two weeks later, Annette sent me an innocent-looking email, hidden within which was a url and a password. Derek was out, so I clicked on it and went to the site. I entered the password, and there was a montage of thumbnails of women and girls, each representing a category of pictures and videos. Annette smiled out at me, wearing only a leather collar and chain, her hands behind her back and a dildo in her pussy, heading a category labelled 'BDSM'. And there I was, my boobs falling out of my push-up bra, legs wide open, spreading my pussy lips, over a 'MILF' label. A little shiver ran through me. I looked - well, sexy in a way I wasn't really expecting.

I clicked through, and there were thumbnails of maybe twenty women. I don't want to sound conceited, but I think Brad was right when he said I would be the sexiest. Some of the others had what I'd call rather saggy boobs. There were quite a few 'muffin tops', flesh bulging over the tops of panties, or around suspender straps. And there was a fair amount of cellulite in evidence.

When I saw my pictures, I looked -- well, raunchy is probably the best word. As I'd agreed with Brad, they'd called me 'Bee' on the site. (I don't think that Brenda is a good name for a glamour model, and the less people knew about the real me, the better). Perhaps Brad was a very clever photographer, but my skin looked really nice and smooth, and my boobs looked firm, and there was only the merest hint of the dreaded wrinkly stuff on my thighs and bum. I was looking out of the screen, giving a very sexy come-on, showing off a body that I was proud of, and which compared very favourably with my peers. And it was getting me wet again.

I went back and looked at Annette's set -- or should I say sets. There were three; the one she'd done immediately before me, another one shot outdoors somewhere, wearing lots of white linen and lace to start with, and finishing by frigging herself off, squatting naked and open-legged by a tree, and the 'BDSM' one. This involved her wearing the Sally Spring leather outfit, plus the collar I'd seen her in. Some shots had her tied to a big brass bed, with a chain between the collar and the bed-frame. In others, she had her hands cuffed behind her back. In several, she had dildos and vibrators in strategic places; on her nipples, in her mouth, in her slit, inserted in her vagina. In the final couple of shots, there appeared to be a small vibrator in her bum, as well as a larger one in her pussy, and she was kneeling up, handcuffed to the bed frame. Hmmm -- it seems she had broader tastes than I knew about.

In the 'girl-girl' section, I found the set of Annette and me. By now I was so wet that I had to get my 'rabbit' out and fuck myself to a rapid, intense orgasm with it, remembering the feel of Brad's cock inside me.

I replied to Annette's email with a quick 'thank you for this -- I just had to pop out and feed the rabbit!' and went to shut down the computer. It was then that I noticed the more hardcore components of the site. On an impulse, I clicked on a thumbnail of a heavily made-up girl with a cock between her lips, over a banner marked 'Oral'. There were the usual pictures, mostly of much younger women sucking cock. And in the middle was a picture Annette, with another girl, each of them with a guy's cock in their mouths.

It seemed I was finding out a lot about my young lover -- perhaps more than I wanted to know! 



The Sally Spring Party



"They -- they're very nice," I stuttered.

"Nice? I think they're about the naughtiest thing in the catalogue. Do you like wearing them?" The way she looked at me, her eyes seemed to be shining with a sort of wicked excitement. She wasn't trying to embarrass me, I felt sure. She was just enthusiastic about what she was selling.

I decided to 'fess up. "I -- I think they're really - hot. In fact -- in fact, I wore them round the shops today. They made me feel -- very sexy. I'm -- I'm still wearing them now."

"Can I see?" I wasn't sure I had heard her right.

"Sorry?" I stuttered.

"Can I see them? I'd really like to see you wearing them. I'm wearing a pair, too. Look." And with that, she lifted her skirt. Her pair were white, while mine were black. Her pussy was shaved, while mine was a bit hairy. But I could see that we had one thing in common. We were both wet.

I tried to remain matter-of-fact. "Oh, you look so pretty in yours. I'm afraid I'm rather too hairy -- I think I need a trim up or a wax." I shyly lifted my skirt as she had done, and she looked down at me, then up at my face and smiled the prettiest smile I think I've ever seen.

"I think it looks lovely." At my incredulous look, she said "No, I mean it!" Then she dropped down onto her knees in front of me and did something that took my breath away. She kissed my pussy.

Before I could react, she slipped her tongue into my slit and just ran it along my slit. I gasped. Then she did it again, moving her hand up to ever-so-gently open up my pussy lips and lick me just a little harder.

"You taste delicious, Brenda. I knew you were wet when you arrived. I've been wet for ages, thinking about you coming round." Then she licked me again and I moaned out loud. "Do you like that, Brenda? I love doing it."

Derek licks me like he's trying to lick up a choc-ice before it melts. Annette was so soft, so gentle, exploring every curve and crevice. Just her tongue. No probing or poking, just that ever-so-soft touch, finding sensitive bits of me I never knew existed. It seemed like only a few moments and I was sobbing -- literally sobbing -- as I came.

The next thing I knew she was hugging me, kissing me with those sweet soft lips. I could taste pussy juices -- my pussy juices -- on her mouth. "Did you like that Brenda?" she asked, innocently, almost as if she was asking if I liked the tea.

"It was beautiful, Annette. You were beautiful -- you are beautiful. I -- I..."

"Oh Brenda, that was lovely. Would you -- would you please do the same for me now? Only I'm feeling terribly squishy inside and I'd much rather that you made me come than I did it myself while you watched. Though I'll do that if you don't feel..."

I stopped her with a kiss -- probably the first time I'd kissed a woman like that, all hungry and wanting. "Annette -- I'll do anything you ask. Anything!"

And then I was on the floor with Annette, pulling up her little flared skirt, and I was slipping my fingers into that sweet, beautiful shaved slit. Then I tentatively went down with my mouth, trying to emulate what she had done for me. I've never done anything sexual with another woman -- never. This felt strange and sexy and romantic in a way that's very different to doing it with a man. Licking round and over and between Annette's smooth, sexy pussy lips was so different from licking or sucking a guy's cock. For a start there's the taste and smell -- a sort of salt-sweet flavour and a scent of perfume, rather than the slight mustiness you get with a guy. And then you can swirl and slide and probe with your tongue. You don't have to struggle to get something far too big past your teeth and hold it there while you choke and your jaw aches.

And I could see these soft, pink, pouting lips, the outer ones baby-smooth and glistening, the inner ones rose-pink, slightly crinkled and thickly coated with pussy-cream, and framed by the white lace of those naughty panties. And my tongue and my fingers just wanted to explore this new and forbidden territory. So I used my fingernails on her inner thighs, and when I looked up she had unfastened her top and was playing with her own nipples. And I wished I had a mirror so I could see us, Annette's long, sexy legs spread wide apart, the white lace of her panties soaked with her creamy juices and my saliva, framing the beautiful layers of pussy lips, with my tongue swirling and probing her cleft, pressing into that hot, wet hole, focusing in on the little bud.

Then her hips were bucking, and she was moaning loudly, and I could feel the ripples of her orgasm through my tongue and my lips, and I felt so proud and happy that I'd done that for Annette.

When her climax had subsided, I slid alongside her body, dipping my head to suck and lick at her hard, long nipples. Then we kissed again.

"Mmm. I can taste my pussy. You were so good, Brenda. I bet your girlfriends really like the way you lick them."

"I -- I don't have a girlfriend. I'm sort of -- married." I stammered, surprised that she thought I was a 'regular' at this.

"But when you gave me the 'come on' at the party, I thought you must be on the pull! So when was the last time you made love with a girl?"

"Come on? I -- I didn't think... I've never -- never had a girl. Honestly."

"Never? So you're not bi-, then?"

"Well -- I suppose I must be, after what we've just done. Only I never really thought about it. You see, when I saw you modelling those outfits, so sexy and beautiful and so obviously turned on by what you were doing, it got me turned on as well. But Annette -- that's the first time it's ever happened to me like that. You're the only one. Normally I'm just a boring wife, shagging my boring husband. I just don't know what got into me."

"Well, nothing yet, but I've got a strap-on we can use if you like?" She giggled at my look of shock. "No really, Brenda. I'm bi-sexual, not lesbian. I like both cock and pussy, believe me. Those party evenings turn me on because maybe I'm a bit of an exhibitionist and I like to turn other women on. When I could see you getting excited, it got me really hot."

"Me? What was so attractive about an old bird like me? There were some girlies at the party who were nearer your own age and much prettier than me. They were getting seriously into it. I'm sure one of them -- that one in the short skirt - wanted to try out the rabbit on her pussy in front of everyone! Surely they don't get more turned on than that at a party?"

"Well sometimes they do." She got a strange look in her eyes but didn't elaborate. "But you're not old, silly! Look, I don't know what your actual age is, and I don't want to know. You're just sexy -- slim and well toned and you look like you've had quite a lot of sex and you enjoy it and it doesn't embarrass you. Those girlies were just getting silly and showing off. If I'd made a pass at any of them they would have run a mile or had a fit of the giggles. But you -- you just looked darkly sexy in a very grown-up sort of way. And it's also nice to know that someone fancies you."

"God, was I that obvious?"

She kissed me, all sweet and flirtatious again, in a way that made me go fizzy inside. "Not really, Brenda my sweet. Just to me. I know what to look for, and it seems you don't know how to hide it from another girl. But don't be embarrassed -- look where it led us! Now, fancy a glass of wine? And then we can talk about this job."

We sat on the sofa, sipping the wine, and Annette picked up two photo albums, one rather thicker than the other. She opened the slimmer one, and I recognised the outfits. "These are pictures they take when you do your first rehearsal for the modelling job. If you like, they'll do you another batch later on as you get more experienced -- like a portfolio -- but you have to pay for those."

"So this is you before you'd done any actual parties? Wow, they look sophisticated and confident."

"I was shaking so much it's surprising the photos aren't blurred. No, it felt sexy after a while, but I'm sure the photographer threw away most of the first batch, because she got me to wear quite a few outfits again. By the end, I was creaming, I tell you. I told the woman behind the camera that I'd probably need to take some samples of the toys away with me, and she sort of smiled strangely, and before I knew it she was kissing me. I was really surprised -- probably a bit like you were. I'd been standing in front of her, giving it a lot of the old 'come on', but perhaps doing it a bit more than I might have done if it had been a male photographer. I don't know whether she mis-read the signals, but I sort of froze. But she didn't stop. She got her fingers in my pussy and found how wet I was, and I just sort of caved in. And that was almost my first time with a woman. She wasn't nearly as pretty as you, but she made me come really strongly, and it was exciting going down on her."

"So it was the Sally Spring modelling that got you started with girls, too?"

"Well, not exactly started, and not exactly girls. I did have a thing for one of my teachers when I was in the 6th Form. We didn't do anything about it until the day I left. I went round to her house and she put her hand on my breast and I kissed her and we ended up in bed together. But afterwards she seemed to feel so guilty about it -- I think she blurted it out to her husband and they had a big row -- that it never happened again. Then I did it with this photographer, who was a full-time lesbo. So when I saw the pictures and thought 'wow -- is that me?', I picked a few out and sent them to an agency I saw advertising for glamour models. They contacted me and asked me to go for a test-shoot."

"Wow -- what was that like?" I asked, completely spellbound.

"Well, rather sleazy and a bit scary, if you must know. I was in this hotel room with just this guy and his camera equipment. Late 40s, balding, bit of a beer-gut -- definitely not my type. So we agreed a fee, and I dressed up in my scanties and he took a few dozen pics. Then he wanted the bra off. Then he wanted me to spread my legs and pull the panties to one side, and I wasn't not too sure about that, but I agreed. Then he wanted the panties off, and my legs wide open, and I was getting less sure by the minute. Then he asked if I'll do anything else. I asked him what he had in mind, and he said 'POV shots.' When I asked him what that was, wondering what 'POV' might stand for, he said 'Point of View. Pictures of you giving me a blow-job. Stuff like that.'"

"Oh my God! So did you?" I was horrified.

"Did I Hell! He was fat and ugly - and smelly. If he'd looked like Brad Pitt -- even if he'd looked like my ex, I might have done it for the money he was offering, but not with him. So I told him, as politely as I could, that I didn't do that, and if he was finished, could I have my money? Then he made a grab for me, so I shoved him away and we sort of danced around the bed, me stark naked and him holding his camera. So then I opened the window, intending to shout for help, and he came in close, so I grabbed his camera and held it out of the window. It was a nice camera, and we were on the third floor, so dropping it wouldn't have done it any good. He finally backed off, and I made him give me the cash he owed me, and I grabbed my clothes and legged it. He came after me, but I threw the camera back at him and ran. I had to dodge into a stairwell, 'cos I was starkers and I had to get dressed before I could leave."

"Scary! So that put paid to that, I suppose. Poor you!"

"Oh, you live and learn. But that wasn't the end of the story. I saw another agency advertising, and they seemed more professional, and they had an office address rather than just a phone number, so I checked the place out first and then went in. They said they liked me and my pictures, but I needed a professional portfolio. They took quite a few pictures, in a proper studio, with a woman present throughout the session so the photographer couldn't try anything on. Shame really, 'cos he was quite cute! The boss liked what he saw, and they've been giving me work ever since. I was at a photo-shoot today, as it happens -- hence the outfit. They really liked the bondage collar. Here, have a look at these."

Annette opened the second album. These were much more explicit that the Sally Spring ones. Some were quite 'romantic' - soft focus, lingerie, dramatic lighting. Others were more straightforward 'girlie' mag fare; some just topless shots, others nude with her legs spread. One or two doing suggestive things with a vibrator, but no actual insertions. Oddly, I found them all a serious turn-on. The girl I'd just been licking looked really hot, spread open wide like that. The pictures just made me want to lick her all over again -- all over!

"Now Brenda," she said, obviously pleased that I was enjoying her photos, "I'm not suggesting you should try the glamour modelling just yet, though there are definitely a few mags that I'm sure would be happy to give you a photo-shoot."

"What -- you mean, 'Middle Aged and Saggy' Magazine?"

"Don't be silly, Brenda. There are lots of young guys who like to look at more mature ladies, if they have good bodies like you do -- which is in no way saggy! No, what I was suggesting is that you give Sally Spring a try. As you've seen, it's fun, it's non-threatening and pays well. I take home around £60 for around 2-3 hours work -- or should I say pleasure. That's about four times the hourly rate I got in the shoe-shop, and I get my own wardrobe of sexy clothes and all the toys I want at discount prices. Plus I get to meet people like you." We kissed again. "So what do you say? Want to try modelling some of these things and see how you get on?"

The first outfit we tried was a sheer negligee and thong panties. I'm not a great fan of thongs. I feel that they don't really go with my bum, and the bit between your legs can slide into your slit and chafe. "That's the whole idea with these," said Annette, pulling them up tight under my crotch. "They're soft and silky and they sort of rub you up the right way." Annette set up the video camera, and I did a few sashays up and down her small lounge. She showed me how to walk so I would get a bit more wiggle into it, and I tried again. The silk was definitely feeling interesting between my legs, and the negligee showed off my titties rather nicely, even if I say so myself.

"I think you might need to shave if you want to model those outfits," Annette said after a few moments. I looked in a mirror and agreed. "In the meantime, I'll get you some of these boy-short things out. They look better than thongs if you're a bit hairy."

And so we went through a range of outfits. She had some PVC ones she hadn't modelled at the party, and one or two of these were interesting. They fitted very tightly, which I thought would be a problem, but the boy-shorts and the tight, low-cut top made my bum look sexy, moulded to the contours of my pussy and pushed my titties up and out. The friction on my nipples made them stand out, and the squeeze between my legs was -- well, let's just say Annette would have had to clean the suit out thoroughly afterwards. I already knew I loved the crotchless outfits, so I modelled my own, including the ribbon ones I'd bought earlier that day. Then Annette tried me with some of the leather outfits, with the straps across my body but with everything of importance hanging out.

When she stopped the session and gave me some wine, I gulped it as she had at the party. She connected the camera to her TV and played it back, and for some reason I didn't feel at all self-conscious frigging my clit while watching myself posing on the screen. When Annette saw what I was doing, she smiled and said "Allow me." She took my hand away from my pussy and replaced it with hers. That felt gorgeous. Then she put my fingers in her slit, and we watched the video for a few minutes with both of us getting more excited, kissing and touching one-another's breasts while we frigged each other's pussies. Finally neither of us could stand it any longer, and almost by telepathy we rolled onto the floor in a 69 and drank deeply from each other's flowing fountains until we both came.

After I'd phoned Derek to tell him I'd met a friend in town and could he get his own tea, Annette and I had a bath together, towelled off and climbed into her bed. It was so lovely, feeling her young, soft skin against me. We kissed a lot more and played around and licked and fondled, and she got out some toys and we played around some more. It was strange and thrilling to have a girl fuck you with a vibrator whilst simultaneously licking your clit. It was almost as thrilling for me to do that to Annette, and experiencing her orgasm -- the sight, the sound, the erotic movements, even the aroma of her pussy in flood -- were almost as good as experiencing my own.

And when we'd both calmed down, she said "So why don't I sign you up as a model? You can come with me on my next party with Sue, try it out, see if it's for you. If you like it, and Sue is as impressed as I think she'll be, we'll have a word with the bosses and see if we can get you a contract. Shouldn't be difficult. What do you say?"

A week later, I was trembling in my heels, wearing just a long coat and some very scanty underwear. Annette and I had agreed which items each of us should model, based on which looked best on our respective bodies. Sue was in agreement, and thought it would be better with two models, as there wouldn't be gaps between showing off each outfit. Sue introduced us to the ladies present, and I downed two glasses of wine before I started. (I'd already had one before we left Annette's). I'd taken the plunge and got a Brazilian wax the previous weekend, as it was agreed I needed to be smooth, and we all thought it would be better than shaving to avoid re-growth. It was bloody painful, I'm not ashamed to say. However, Derek really liked it. I said that I'd had it done as a special treat for him -- I still hadn't mentioned my try-out at Sally Spring. It certainly had the right effect, and I got a good tongue lashing and then shagged for at least ten minutes -- almost a record for Derek.

But here I was, slightly squiffy and scared shitless, frankly. I kept looking at Annette, and she was smiling and saying it would be fine. The ladies all seemed to be fairly mature and very nice. Sue went into her usual ice-breakers and I had another glass of wine. Then she said it was time to see the clothes.

Annette and I went into the dining room, which was through some double-doors from the lounge, which we'd decided to leave partly open, so we could change behind them and then appear, rather than keep opening and closing them. So Sue started up the music she used, and Annette shed her coat, and underneath she was wearing a lace bra, panties and stockings outfit. As she went in, there were some loud screeches and 'ooh!'s. Then it was my turn. I summoned up all my courage and sashayed in, wearing the negligee set and silky thong. To my amazement, no-one sniggered, no one gave me that dreadful 'mutton-dressed-as-lamb' look I was expecting. One lady said to her friend 'ooh, that's nice, don't you think?', and her friend replied 'yeah, it looks good on her, but I haven't got the figure for it. Her tits don't sag like mine, and I've got cellulite on my hips.' Which meant she thought I didn't! And that my titties didn't sag. I suddenly felt a lot more confident, posing in a shred of see-through chiffon and a few ribbons of by-now rather wet silk that disappeared into my by-now rather wet pussy.

We breezed through the rest of the show, with me wearing the PVC stuff as agreed, because as Annette said, I bulged out more at the top. (I said I also bulged out more at the bottom, but she refused to accept this, and in fact I was pleased with what I'd achieved after a solid week of gym visits and a virtual starvation diet!) We shared the leather stuff -- in fact, we went in together, both wearing strappy outfits that left nothing to the imagination, and the looks on the ladies' faces were getting me very hot indeed. I could see them looking at my pussy. I could tell that they knew I was wet.




The Sally Spring Party



When we got to the open-crotch panties, Annette and I modelled our own black and white sets, with matching stockings and peep-hole bras. The ladies were open-mouthed. I'm sure I saw one of them spread her catalogue over her lap, then slide a crafty hand under it and up her skirt.

It was the end of the show, and when Annette and I took a bow, they were all cheering. As we turned to go, our hostess for the evening, a rather pretty woman called Yvonne, who I believe was in her early thirties, said 'Girls, please stay with us for a moment. Several of us are really interested in those outfits and we'd like to take a longer look if you don't mind. You've given us a lovely show, so have another drink and sit down for a while.'

I was a bit surprised, but Annette and I sat down in the armchairs provided while Yvonne refilled our glasses. I thought absently that that was probably my sixth. One of the ladies, I think she was called Hazel, was concerned that the lace might be a bit scratchy, and asked if she could try on the outfit. Sue explained that for hygiene purposes they don't allow that. However, I suggested that she could try the bra if she wanted, as she looked about my size. She agreed and I unhooked it and passed it to her, and she headed for the dining room. I didn't feel at all embarrassed at sitting here with my titties on display and my bare pussy framed in a scrap of lace in front of all these women. In fact when one of them asked to feel the lace to decide whether it was scratchy, she traced the edge of the panties down from the waistband towards my pussy and said softly, "my, you're wet!" I just smiled. Hazel came back into the room, stripped to the waist and wearing my lace peephole bra, and I told her how nice her titties looked in it. She seemed pleased.

Sue had started demonstrating the toys by now. She was showing off a new model, which didn't look anything like a conventional 'dildo style' vibrator. It was shaped a bit like a Chinese fortune cookie, if you've ever seen one of those, or maybe a bit like a rather flattened set of orange segments stuck together - whatever. Anyway the ladies wanted to know how to use it, and Sue was demonstrating on her arm, and one lady says "Yes, but what does it feel like on -- you know -- your pussy?"

I heard myself say "Here. Let me show you." And I reached over and took it out of Sue's hand, opened my legs and rested it against my slit. It felt gorgeous. It's shaped to fit over an open pussy and sit right on the clit, you see, and I was really enjoying it. I was vaguely aware of Annette and Sue looking at each other and then at me, probably thinking 'what the hell is she doing?' But the ladies seemed fascinated. They kept asking "What does it feel like? Can you feel it right on your clit? What about further back?" No-one seemed in the least surprised or upset that I was effectively masturbating in public, and they could see from my expression how much I was enjoying it.

Then Sue said "OK, Brenda, that's probably enough for now." I handed back the device quite reluctantly, but I could see from the expressions around me that the women were quite turned on by my little display and many of them would be placing orders.

Sue moved on to a couple of other vibrators, including the lipstick one and the cock ring, which I endorsed in my rather inebriated state. "Derek, my husband, has used ours, and it's good, particularly when he stays in fairly deep and keeps the clit contact going. Almost as good as a 'rabbit'."

"So you've had sex with a rabbit, have you Brenda? I'd have thought they weren't very well hung and didn't last long!" Yvonne quipped. The ladies giggled.

"What Brenda means is this," Sue said, pulling a 'rampant rabbit' out of her bag. "It's our best seller. If you can't come with one of these, you probably can't come at all. I think you can all see how it works."

"Yeah, but could Brenda demonstrate it for us?" I think we were all surprised when Hazel said that. I was actually feeling so horny, as a result of the show and the vibrator demonstration, that I was gagging to get the chance to come. I'd been wondering whether Annette and I had time to go back to her place and have some fun. Hazel looked at me, and I could see in her expression and the hard nipples poking through the lace that she was feeling the sort of hunger I had when I'd first seen Annette. Only it seemed to be aimed at me!

Sue said "I really don't think that we should ask Brenda to demonstrate something so personal, do you?"

But I replied "Sue, I'd be really happy to do it, if the ladies want it. My only condition is that if I do, you let me come, 'cos that last demo got me so close I'm feeling in real need right now."

Sue looked around. Yvonne said "Do it, girl! I want to see." The others nodded, and there were echoes of 'yeah, do it' from around the room. So Sue handed the device over to me, clearly a bit fazed by what was happening. I switched it on, spread my legs and slowly slid it in.

Despite what you must think from what I've said, I do like the feel of a cock inside me. Derek's OK -- some of my earlier boyfriends were better -- but he really can't get me off with his cock on its own. Sometimes he can frig my clit while doing me doggy style. Sometimes we use a small vibrator on my clit in missionary or cowgirl. Whatever; it's usually the combination of a cock inside me and a buzz on my clit that gets me off strongest -- except, of course, when Annette licks me.

The beauty of the rabbit is that you get two in one. You slide it in, and it does all the movement, turning and a bit of thrusting of its own accord -- literally screwing you. Meanwhile, those soft little rabbit ears just buzz your clit in a way it's impossible to do any other way; softer and gentler than a normal vibrator, almost like a very, very fast tongue. 

I knew as soon as it was inside and I'd ramped up the speed to maximum that I wouldn't last long. What made it even stronger was the audience. All around me, ladies were staring at my sopping, wide open pussy as I swirled the rabbit around inside me. "Go on Brenda, fuck yourself with it!" I heard Hazel say. I think the others gave her an odd look, but I was too far gone to really notice. I switched to short, stabbing motions with the vibrator, doing as Hazel had asked, just like a guy who's about to come inside you. And the beads around the outside kept swirling on my g-spot, and the ears kept tantalising my clit and my pussy lips. And then I was coming and coming and my hips were bucking and I was moaning out loud and... and...

And then everyone burst into spontaneous applause. Hazel leaned over and kissed me. She said "Brenda, that was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen." Then she whispered "Could you come round sometime for a private show -- just you and me?"

I kissed her back and whispered "We'll see."

Then Annette came over and hugged me, and said "That was amazing Brenda. Completely against the rules, but amazing." She dropped her voice and said "And it's got me as horny as hell."

Sue broke the mood by saying "OK, ladies, that concludes our show for tonight. So if you'd all like to complete your order forms and pass them to me, we can let Brenda and Annette get dressed."

So Annette and I went into the dining room to change, and no sooner were the doors shut than Annette grabbed me and had her tongue half-way down my throat. "God, you were amazing! Please frig me off, now. I'm absolutely creaming!"

She grabbed my hand and pushed it into her open slit. She was right, she was incredibly wet. We kissed and groped and caressed while my fingers went to work on her clit and in her hole, and it was only a minute or so before I felt her coming, gasping and bucking violently. When she finally subsided, clutching at me, she said "God I needed that. Thanks."

We dressed quickly -- just pulling on t-shirts and skirts over our underwear. I'd retrieved my bra from Hazel, who was still giving me the come-on as I helped her out of it, and put my coat on, ready to go. Sue broke off from her order taking to have a word.

"What do you think you were doing tonight?" She looked quite angry. "I could get the sack if it gets around that we do live sex shows at our parties!"

I was quite hurt. I thought I'd done well, I'd had a great time, and the ladies really seemed to like what I'd done. I apologised and said I hadn't really thought about the consequences.

Then Annette asked her not to be so hard on me. "So just how much did we sell tonight, Sue?"

Sue smiled. "Well actually, they've all ordered rabbits, most of them have bought the new, external vibe as well, and I've sold six of the open-crotch sets. Oh, and two of them have asked for the leather strap outfits. So all in all, we've shifted about three times as much as the average. So maybe your little show wasn't such a bad idea after all. Sorry if I was a bit hard on you!"

Annette and I took a cab back to mine, as it was nearer and we were both too drunk to drive. Derek was in bed again, so I told him my friend Annette would be staying the night, and I'd go to make up the bed. Annette waved from the bedroom door, and I could see Derek's interest prick up at the sight of an attractive young woman in a short skirt. She said she'd see him at breakfast, and I told him not to stay up as we'd probably be chatting for a while yet. He said "You women, always gassing. I'll put the light out -- just don't be too late. I've got work in the morning."

I shut the bedroom door, took Annette to the spare room, and we almost clawed one another's clothes off. We didn't bother to make up the bed. We just collapsed on top of the covers with fingers and mouths roaming everywhere. By the time we'd finished in 69, our crotchless panties were soaked and we were both desperate to keep the noise down in case we woke Derek.

"Brenda, you were amazingly hot tonight. I'd never have dared to do what you did."

"Well, it was mostly the booze, I have to admit. If I hadn't been well gone I would never have had the courage. But it just seemed so natural and right."

"It certainly looked hornier than anything I've ever seen outside my own bedroom -- even more than a porn flick. And don't mind Sue. She'll be so pleased with what she's sold tonight that she'll be more than happy to take you on another session."

"But won't you be losing work if I do parties with Sue?"

"I'm not worried, sweetie. You see, I'm doing more of the glamour modelling and it pays a lot better. So I'd be happy if you took on all of my Sally Spring work, if you'd like to. You're really good, and you'll make some good money. And then maybe I'll introduce you to the glamour photography. Think it over. Now you'd better get back to your own bed before your husband gets suspicious!"

TO BE CONTINUED...