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Sarah and Jenny Ch. 01

By: teppictoo



Every Thursday Jenny came over for coffee. Sarah was a great neighbour, always happy to help whenever Jenny needed anything. They had known each other for nearly a year and had grown quite close, to the point of talking about quite personal and intimate things. 

Sarah was perched on a bar stool in the kitchen, sipping her coffee. She was wearing a short blue skirt and a figure hugging t-shirt. She had a great body and could certainly wear that style of clothing, despite being the wrong side of forty. Jenny was ten years younger and kept herself fit and trim too. She wore jeans and a white blouse, something she had just thrown on in the morning madness at her house. All the kids and her husband had been successfully dispatched out of the door on time, and Jenny was now looking forward to spending some calm time with Sarah. Her visits to her friend's house had become the highlight of her week.

"It's so good to sit still," said Jenny.

"It gets easier as time goes on," said Sarah. 

"I can't wait!" said Jenny.

"Don't wish it away," said Sarah, "because all of a sudden they're gone."

Jenny was sitting on a casual chair. She sipped her coffee, and looked up at Sarah.

"You miss them?"

"Every day and all the time," said Sarah. 

Jenny smiled. 

"But I've got you to keep me entertained now, haven' I?" And the two friends chatted away about things friends chat about. Jenny did most of the talking – her life was busy busy with her husband and three children and all the to-ings and fro-ings that entailed. Jenny was past that stage and listened with amused interest as her friend told her about school and home and her husband's work and her daily preoccupations. Then, as often happened, when Jenny had talked and talked and talked and finally run out of words, she said "But you don't want to hear about me. What about you?"

Sarah smiled down at Jenny, put her cup on the bench, and slipped off her stool. As she did so her legs opened slightly and Jenny saw that she was wearing black knickers. 

"Nice, aren't they?" said Sarah

"What?" said Jenny.

"My new black knickers."

"Oh," said Jenny, blushing. 

"It's okay, you're allowed to look. Dave bought them for me." She lifted her skirt and did a quick twirl. "You like them?"

Jenny smiled at her friend. "Beautiful," she said. "I'm jealous." 

"Would you like to borrow them?" said Sarah.

"What? No," said Jenny. "People don't borrow knickers!"

"You can do if you like."

"I meant I was jealous that Dave bought you knickers. Tim never does that. He probably doesn't even know what size I am."

"I'd say an 8. Sometimes a 10, depending on the style. Tim has never bought you underwear? Really?" Sarah went to the kitchen cupboard and took out a tin. "Do you fuck much?"

"Sarah!" said Jenny. 

"Well? Do you?" She brought the tin to the table and sat down, opening it. Inside were chocolate digestive biscuits. She offered them to Jenny, who was holding her coffee cup close to her mouth, clasped firmly in both hands. She shook her head at the biscuits, and as she looked up into Sarah's eyes tears welled up in her own. 

"Oh darling," said Sarah, laying her hand on Jenny's arm. "I'm sorry."

"Ever since Tom was born," said Jenny, "it's not been the same. I don't know why, I didn't keep the baby bump for long, I lost all my fat really quickly, he just seemed to lose interest in sex. Did that happen to you?"

Sarah smiled, took her hand off Jenny's arm and picked up a biscuit. "No," she said. She took a bite of the biscuit, a slow, deliberate almost sensual bite. "No, it didn't. Dave fucked me before, fucked me during, and fucked me after."

Jenny smiled at her friend. "Lucky you." And she dived her hand into the biscuit tin and grabbed a biscuit. "I suppose you orgasm all the time too?"

Sarah nodded, smiling.

"God!! I can't remember the last time I did. It's not fair." She took a big bite into the biscuit which sent crumbs showering all over her blouse. She chewed furiously, then put her coffee cup down on the table. A tear slowly made its way down her cheek. 

"Here," said Sarah. She leaned over and very meticulously started picking up the biscuit crumbs with her fingers, and putting them into her mouth. One by one, from Jenny's breast, her neck, her lap. Jenny watched in silence, motionless. She quietly swallowed what she was chewing. 

When Sarah had collected and eaten all the crumbs, she raised her finger and wiped the tear from Jenny's cheek. She put her finger to her own lips and kissed the tear away. Jenny realised she was holding her breath.

"Would you like to?" said Sarah.

It took Jenny a moment to understand what Sarah meant. She was looking Jenny full in the eyes from only a few inches away. Jenny could smell her friend, and feel the heat of her body. She was a very attractive woman, no wonder her husband couldn't help but fuck her. 

Jenny smiled and nodded. "I've forgotten how," she whispered.

"Well that's no good," said Sarah. 

"Tim has forgotten too," said Jenny.

"We don't need Tim," said Sarah. 

"Then......" started Jenny, but before she could say anymore, Sarah brought her hand up and, using the back of her hand, gently rubbed Jenny's right breast. 

"We don't really need men at all, in actual fact." Sarah lifted her hand from Jenny's breast and put her index finger on Jenny's lips, circling very slowly around the outside before coming to a halt on the top. She pushed ever so lightly inwards.

"Do we?" she whispered. 

Jenny couldn't move. She could feel Sarah's finger nudging her lips; she could smell Sarah's lovely body; she could see the glint in Sarah's eyes, deep brown eyes that drew you in and swallowed you up. Sarah's breath was warm and soft, and smelled faintly of chocolate biscuit, but there was another smell there, one she recognised but hadn't experienced for a long time. It was the smell of lust. 

What should she do? She'd never been with a woman before, it was just not something that had entered her world, but she didn't feel repulsed or disgusted or even particularly uncomfortable. It was so lovely to feel wanted. 

Before she could say anything Sarah removed her finger and leant forward. She touched Jenny's lips with her own, ever so slightly, just a brush, just a faint contact, but it was enough for Jenny to feel a surge from within her and she moved her head forward and pushed her lips onto Sarah's. But Sarah pulled away.

"All in good time," she smiled as she straightened up. "Now stand up."

Jenny remained seated. 

"I don't know, Sarah," she started, "if it's what I want."

"Yes you do. Now stand up and come over here." Sarah stepped away from the table and stood next to the wall opposite. Jenny looked at her. She was beautiful. Long dark hair, brown eyes, long legs, and little short skirt. And underneath she knew, black knickers. Jenny stood up.

"Good girl," Sarah smiled. "Over here."

Jenny slowly moved to where Sarah was. Sarah took her by the hand and manoeuvred her so her face was against the wall. 

"Now do exactly as I say," said Sarah.

Jenny took a deep breath, closed her eyes, then opened them again and looked round at Sarah. "Ok."

"Keep your hands on the wall. Up, higher. That's it. I'm going to take your jeans off."

"Ok." said Jenny.

"Good girl." Sarah brought her hands round and unbuckled Jenny's jeans. She lowered them down, exposing Jenny's knickers. She pushed the jeans to the floor.

"Kick," she said, and Jenny kicked the jeans away from her feet.

"Good. Now," said Sarah. "Keep your hands there, no matter what I do, you keep them against the wall."

"Ok," said Jenny.

"You ok?"

"Yep. It's just I've never...."

"Done it with a woman before."

"No."

"It's okay, don't worry. You'll love it."

"Will I?"

"I promise."

Sarah brought one hand to Jenny's bottom, and stroked one cheek over her knickers.

"Oh dear...." whispered Jenny.

"Just relax," said Sarah. "It's just me."

"I know. I never thought...."

"Don't think. Just feel. This is about your body. Forget your busy little mind for once, just feel."

"Ok, I'll try. This is very strange."

Sarah brought her hand to the top of Jenny's knickers, and slowly slid it down inside. Jenny let out a quiet moan.

"Oh god," she said. 

"Just feel," said Sarah. She ran her finger down between Jenny's buttocks, and round til she could feel the hair of Jenny's pussy. She could feel Jenny's breathing alter, quicken. Sarah ran her finger up Jenny's puss lips, and on the way back she slipped it inside just a little way. 

"You're already wet, you naughty girl" said Sarah. 

Jenny moaned and turned her head round a little. "Yes," she smiled.

Sarah moved her finger back up along Jenny's buttocks, and this time she pushed her finger in further so that she could feel the intense heat of Jenny's anus. 

"Ohhh!" said Jenny. 

"Have you ever been fucked there?" said Sarah.

Jenny shook her head. "Never," she said. 

"It's the best," said Sarah. "Just squat down a little." As Jenny slipped down the wall a little way, opening her legs and her buttocks, Sarah put pressure on Jenny's anus with her middle finger, and slowly it slid inside.

"Oh, oh, oh," sighed Jenny. 

"Hmmm," whispered Sarah into Jenny's ear. "The best."

"It's...." said Jenny, "incredible." Sarah started to move her finger slowly in and out.

"Lovely," she said. 

"Ahh, wow, wow, ahh," moaned Jenny.

Sarah continued this for a few minutes, her finger going deeper and deeper into Jenny's anus. 

Then she leaned to Jenny's ear and whispered "I want to kiss you." 

Jenny tried to move her head round, but she could only get half way. They tried kissing but neither could get into a suitable position.

"Oh please," said Jenny. "I want to kiss you." Her breathing was quickened and her eyes were sparkling. She had a tear half way down her cheek. 

Sarah slowly pulled her finger out of Jenny's anus, and with that Jenny span round and before Sarah could do anything, Jenny had grasped her head between her hands and had planted her lips on Sarah's. She pushed her tongue into Sarah's mouth and kissed her, kissed her hard and deeply. It was as if she had never kissed before.

After a number of minutes Sarah drew Jenny's head back and looked her deep in the eyes. 

"I have other lips for you to kiss," she said. Without further ado she put her hands on Jenny's shoulders.

"Down. On your knees," she said.

Jenny looked at her. "I've never....." she said.

"I know," said Sarah. "On your knees, legs apart. Then you can bury your face in my pussy. You'll know what to do."

Jenny slowly sank to her knees, and before long she was kneeling in front of Sarah, her face an inch away from the hem of Sarah's skirt. Sarah lifted her skirt to expose her black knickers once more.

"I can smell you," said Jenny. 

Sarah put her hand behind Jenny's head and pulled her into her pussy. "Taste me too" she said. Jenny moaned and pushed her nose into the material of Sarah's knickers. She kissed, and licked, and smelled, across and up and down. She kissed the skin on either side of the material, and then pushed her nose back into the centre of Sarah's pussy.

Both women were moaning and groaning. Suddenly Sarah pulled Jenny's head back and looked down at her. She smiled.

"Oh wow," said Jenny, "you taste wonderful."

"Yes," said Sarah.

"I want more."

"But without these'" said Sarah, pulling at her knickers.

"Let me," said Jenny, moving back to kiss the black material. She hooked her fingers into the sides and slowly pulled down. Bit by bit Sarah's pussy was exposed.

"Oh! Beautiful" said Jenny. "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful." As the knicker material came free from Sarah's pussy, Jenny plunged in again and buried her face in the hot wet musty depths of Sarah's quim. She licked and sucked and kissed and licked again, quickly finding Sarah's clitoris and lavishing attention on it with her tongue. Then she buried her nose into Sarah's pussy, and licked again. 

"Wait, wait," said Sarah, "lie down." Jenny did what she was told, and watched as Sarah stood above her and slowly lowered herself onto Jenny's face. This time it was Sarah who took control, rubbing her pussy up and down Jenny's face, riding her hard. Jenny was like a woman possessed, she could not get enough of Sarah's pussy. From time to time Sarah would move along a little further allowing Jenny access to her anus, which Jenny licked with equal vigour, pushing her tongue up inside when she could. Once again Jenny found Sarah's clitoris and this time she licked and bit it until Sarah started to tremble and shake. She came with an explosion and sat herself down on Jenny's face, her juices running down Jenny's cheeks as she came in an intense orgasm. 

The two women stayed locked together until Sarah had come down and the waves of orgasm had passed. Sarah slowly stood up. She lean down and kissed Jenny.

"Wow!" said Jenny.

"You were supposed to have the orgasm," smiled Sarah.

"I had no idea," said Jenny, "what I've been missing all these years."

"My turn," said Sarah.

"I love cock," said Jenny, "but wow! Pussy is something else."

"Take all your clothes off," said Sarah, "I want you naked."

Sarah and Jenny Ch. 02



After their first encounter Jenny stayed away from her friend's house. Even though she had really enjoyed herself, in fact amazed herself at how she had reacted to having sex with a woman, she felt it wasn't quite right, wasn't quite her, wasn't quite what she wanted. She couldn't put her finger on what it was exactly. When she got home after their love-making she had sat on the edge of her bed and cried. She was still wet from the excitement, and she still smelt of Jenny, but the enormity of it all overcame her and she sat for a long time on her bed, unable to move, not really thinking of anything in particular. It felt as though her mind had shut down, even though her body clearly hadn't, and she just wanted to sit in the quiet and the dark and let the world outside pass her by. She was dimly aware that her husband would be home sometime, and that she would have to pick up the kids from school, but they were both far off realities she would attend to in due course. Right now she just wanted to sit. 

Over the course of the next few days Jenny was very quiet. She went about her chores diligently, she ran her house efficiently, but she didn't go running and avoided other people as much as she could. Tom didn't seem to notice the change in her behaviour, and Jenny was thankful that he didn't make too many demands in the bedroom. He did insist on a blowjob one morning, and she happily obliged, in fact she was almost relieved to have his large, hard cock in her mouth. If he was surprised at the energy she displayed bringing him to orgasm, and the obvious enjoyment she was showing, he didn't remark on it. Jenny usually let him cum in her mouth, and Tom was too engrossed in his own feelings to notice Jenny's eyes roll to a close as she swallowed his semen. As was his practise he quickly got up and had a shower. She lay on the bed, still. There were no tears or smiles, she just felt...content.

Jenny spent her mornings busying herself about the kitchen. Her lawyer mind wouldn't let her leave the morning mess for very long, she liked things neat and tidy. Once the kids were a bit older and she had returned to work she might employ a home help, but for now it was her and so she got stuck in. Her main kitchen window looked straight across to Sarah's house and into Sarah's kitchen. It was by making eye contact through the windows that she and Sarah first started communicating. First a smile, then a wave, then some miming of sillinesses, then finally Sarah came round to ask her over for coffee. And that's where it all started. Sarah was only there some days, she ran her own business in town and was away quite often. But then she also worked from home, so Jenny got to see her quite a bit then. 

Jenny stood at the sink and gazed into Sarah's kitchen. She was nowhere to be seen. What should she do? She couldn't ignore her friend for ever, she'd have to talk to her again one day, probably soon, or things would get very awkward and embarrassing. Tom and Dave spent time together so they would soon notice if things were difficult between her and Sarah, and there would be questions. No, she'd have to have it out with Sarah, tell her that what they did was a one off and that she, Jenny, did not want a repeat but did want to be friends and could they go back to how they were before? That wasn't unreasonable. 

As she was thinking this strategy through, Sarah's car came round the corner and pulled up in her driveway. The door opened and out stepped Sarah. Jenny gasped, and only just stopped herself putting her hand to her mouth. She did take a big breath though, and had to put her hand on the sink to steady herself. Sarah looked absolutely stunning! She was dressed in a short tight black pencil skirt, a close-fitting white blouse, she had high heels and dark stockings and she had her hair tied up. She had a briefcase in one hand. Jenny was breathless. In fact she was holding her breath and had to tell herself to breathe. She had never seen her friend dressed like that before. She was simply gorgeous.

As Jenny stared, Sarah saw her and broke into a big smile. Then she waved. Jenny waved back. Sarah made a tipping cup motion with her hand, and pointed to her house. Jenny understood - invitation for coffee. She felt weak. She sagged at the knees. She couldn't breathe... but she summoned up enough energy to nod. Sarah smiled again and held up five fingers - five minutes. Jenny nodded again. Sarah pursed her lips and blew a kiss to Jenny then turned and walked quickly to her front door. Jenny watched her put in the key, open it, and disappear indoors. 

Jenny sat at the kitchen table, breathing heavily. Oh God! Memories of their last meeting flooded back, the sight of Sarah's black knickers that started it all off, the taste of Sarah's pussy, her breasts... no, no, no! She didn't want that, did she? That's what she had to tell her friend, no more, just friends from now on. No more. She took three deep breaths and stood up. No more, she told herself, and moved towards the door. She caught a glimpse of herself as she passed the mirror in the corridor, and she stopped. She was wearing a flowery summer dress which, she had to admit, showed off her body very nicely. She was pretty too. And for some reason she could not fathom, she raised the hem of her dress until she could catch a glimpse of her knickers. White. She dropped the hem, told herself not to be silly, and strode off purposefully to have coffee with her next-door neighbour. 

Sarah welcomed Jenny with open arms. 

"Hello Jenny! I've missed you," she said, "how have you been?" She threw her arms around Jenny and gave her a huge hug. Jenny could smell her friend's perfume, and a hint of... of... no, it couldn't be? 

"I've missed you," repeated Sarah, holding Jenny back at arm's length to look at her. "And look at you, so lovely in that dress. It really suits you." And she pulled Jenny back into her arms. "Oh I've missed you!"

Jenny came up for air.

"Hello Sarah," she said quietly. "Have you been to work?"

"Yes," said Sarah, "shareholders' meeting this morning. It's only me and Dave and Dave's father but we have to have them every month." She stepped back. "I love that dress! I'd love to see what's underneath too." She smiled.

"I, er, I need to say something Sarah." 

"Let me kick off these shoes and get the coffee on and then I'll be ready to listen. Oh it's so good seeing you again." She filled the kettle and took two cups from the cupboard. 

"But before you say anything let me first apologise."

"Apologise? What for?" said Jenny.

"For everything! Sit." And she gestured to a bar stool, the one she had been sitting on when they last met. Jenny slid onto the stool, and waited.

"Well, I feel terrible about last time."

"You do?" said Jenny.

"Of course I do. It was unforgivable of me not to contact you after we, well, after last time, but I've been so busy with work and... everything. I should have rung you to see how you were."

Jenny looked at Sarah. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes but determined to fight them back. She was about to start her little speech when Sarah leaned over and grabbed her hands. She squeezed them tight. 

"I'm so sorry, Jenny, but I have a confession. I told Dave about us."

Jenny's world went cold. She wasn't sure what she had heard. Did she hear correctly?

"You...?"

"I told Dave about us." Sarah tried a smile.

"You..." said Jenny. 

"I told Dave what we did, and all about it."

Jenny was speechless for a moment. She looked at Sarah, and this time tears did well up and fall from her eyes. Finally she spoke.

"Why?" 

Sarah let go of Jenny's hands and stood up. "Let me show you something," she said. 

Sarah walked round the bench and stood in front of Jenny. She started to unzip her skirt.

Jenny stood up and backed away. "Please Sarah, I don't want that..."

"No, no, Jenny, just let me show you something."

"I don't want to see, Sarah."

"Please just let me show you," said Sarah, pulling the zip to the bottom and wriggling out of the skirt, which she let fall to the ground.

"What are you doing?" said Jenny.

"Just one minute more," said Sarah. "Please."

Underneath the skirt Sarah was wearing a white slip. Despite her protestations, Jenny was intrigued over what her friend was doing. Sarah turned around so she had her back towards Jenny, and then she bent herself over one of the stools and lay there, her bottom pointing towards Jenny. 

"Lift up my slip," she said. 

"Why?" said Jenny.

"Please," said Sarah. 

Jenny paused for a moment. This was not what she wanted, she told herself, I decided I was not going to do this again. But in spite of herself, she saw her own hand reaching out to Sarah's bottom. She lay her hand there very gently. Sarah shivered.

"Lift it up and look," said Sarah. "Then you'll understand." 

Jenny moved her hand to the hem of Sarah's slip. She pinched the material between her fingers, and slowly pulled it up her friend's legs. Up it went exposing Sarah's nylon-clad legs, up past her knees, up her thighs, up to the pattered part at the top of the stockings. Jenny saw that Sarah was not wearing a garter belt. She pulled the material up further until she saw Sarah's bottom and the black material of her knickers and then she pulled the slip right over Sarah's bottom. Then she stopped. And stared. And took a sharp intake of breath.

"What?" she whispered.

Sarah wriggled. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Jenny moved her hand from the slip material and put it gently on her friend's bottom. There, right across both cheeks, starting on one side, disappearing beneath the black material of her knickers, and continuing on the other side, were one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, nine bluey-red marks, stripes, straight, parallel stripes. 

"Sarah, what?" said Jenny.

"Dave caned me. Twelve stokes. Twice."

"What? How? Why?" Jenny took her index finger and very gently placed it on one of the stripes. "He caned you? With a cane?"

Sarah laughed. "Of course with a cane! Hence the name caning."

Sarah lifted her bottom of the stool. "Take my knickers off, have a proper look." 

Without knickers Sarah's bottom looked even more impressive. There were indeed twelve strokes, three had been applied diagonally across the other nine and were hidden underneath the knickers. 

"Did it hurt?" asked Jenny, running her hand very gently over Sarah's punished bottom.

"It hurt like hell," she said. 

"But why?" said Jenny. 

"Let me up," said Sarah. She slid off the stool and stood up. Then she sat back down on the stool. Her knickers were half way down her legs, her slip crunched up around her waist. Jenny was still standing, but she too sat down on a stool. 

"I remember you telling me that Tom doesn't really take much interest in you, sexually," said Sarah.

"Well, it's not quite..."

"Dave does. A lot. He knows everything about my body. Everything. So after you went he came home and we ended up fucking, like we often do, and he knew something was up. So he asked me."

"And you told him!" said Jenny.

"I had to," said Sarah. 

"You could have lied," said Jenny.

"I had to tell him," said Sarah. "That's just how we are." 

"Then he caned you?"

Sarah bent forward and pulled her knickers up. Jenny watched as the material closed round then enveloped Sarah's pussy. 

"We have an agreement about, well, we call them 'misdemeanours,' It's usually a spanking, but for big ones..."

"Where did you get the cane from?" said Jenny. 

"We have some."

"Some?"

"Equipment."

"Wow." Jenny held out her hand and touched Sarah's face, stroking her right cheek. "Did it really hurt?" she asked.

Sarah smiled. "I'll show you if you like."

"No thanks!" said Jenny. She stood up and walked away from Sarah. "But now Dave knows about us, he'll tell Tom, and there's no chance Tom will..."

"Spank you?"

"No," laughed Jenny, "no chance of that. He'll throw me out."

"Would he really?" asked Sarah.

"I don't know. Probably. Maybe" Jenny paused. 

"Well," said Sarah, "that's all right then."

"I really ought to be really mad with you, Sarah. But I can't be. You poor thing. A caning! Does that really happen? Wow." Jenny paused. "Hang on. How is that alright?"

Sarah smiled. She stood up, adjusted her knickers, pulled her slip off and kicked it away, and moved close to Jenny.

"Because, summer dress lady, I told you a little fib. I didn't tell Dave who I had sex with."

"But. You said..."

"I told him it was with a woman, but he doesn't know who that woman is."

Jenny looked at Sarah, who was circling her very closely, moving very slowly, not quite touching her but close enough for Jenny to smell her and feel her heat.

"He'll guess," said Jenny.

"No he won't," said Sarah. "He doesn't care as long as it is not with another man."

"But he caned you."

"Sex with a woman is still a misdemeanour," said Sarah, "but not a cardinal sin." 

Sarah moved right up close to Jenny and put her hand on her bottom, giving it a squeeze.

"No, Sarah, no more," said Jenny, "despite everything, and what you've told me and have told Dave and what he might know and might not know and what we did last time and everything, I was going to say to you that once is enough and I don't want..." but she couldn't finish because Sarah had put her finger to her lips to stop her talking. 

"Nonsense," said Sarah. She took Jenny by the hands and turned her so they were face to face. "I know it was your first time, but I also know it won't be your last."

"But..." said Jenny

"No buts," said Sarah, "You and I are going to fuck. That's all there is to it."

Jenny looked down at their hands. "What about the canings?" she asked.

"I shall enjoy the pain all the more knowing it is for you." And she took Jenny's head and pulled it towards hers. They kissed long and deep and wet. 

"On one condition," said Jenny.

"What's that?"

"That I get to kiss the cane marks."

Sarah smiled. "Now?" she asked.

"Now," said Jenny smiling. 

The two friends separated. Sarah turned and resumed her position on the bar stool. Jenny hooked her fingers into the side of Sarah's knickers, and slowly peeled them off. She was breathing heavily. She lifted Sarah's feet to remove the knickers from her ankles, but then brought the garment up to her face and buried herself in the material. She inhaled deeply. 

"What are you doing?" said Sarah, trying to twist round to see.

"Smelling you," said Jenny. "Keep still."

Jenny put the knickers down and leant forward. The cane marks were still quite prominent after a week, but there was no heat left in them. Jenny traced each one with her finger and then followed up with ever so gentle kisses. She nibbled them with her lips. She licked each one with her tongue, then kissed them again. Sarah lay quite still, and let out an occasional moan of pleasure. Jenny found that she could get a different reaction from Sarah if she pushed her tongue into the crack between Sarah's buttocks as she passed along each stripe. The deeper she pushed, the more Sarah wriggled and moaned. Then Sarah whispered. "Please," she said. 

At the same time she brought her hands round to her own buttocks and slowly pulled them apart, exposing her anus to Jenny's fascinated stare. Jenny had never examined this particular part of the body before, but remembered the incredible sensations Sarah had caused in her when she finger-fucked her there. She tentatively leaned forward. She could smell Sarah's pussy and knew that she was hot and wet, but Jenny's interest lay in the little button of a hole that lie just above it. Sarah pulled her cheeks further apart. Jenny was fascinated by the movement of the hole.

Slowly Jenny extended her tongue. She started just above Sarah's pussy, which was now damp and glistening. She lay her tongue on Sarah's skin and slowly licked upwards, just touching. Sarah moaned and moved. Jenny pushed on upwards, her tongue alive to the heat and damp and taste of Sarah's body. It was salty. A little further and Jenny could feel the texture of Sarah's skin change, she knew she was starting on the little button of Sarah's anus. It was a perfect swirl of skin, round, slightly darker than the surrounding area, and surprisingly, it had a sweet taste to it. Jenny has been prepared for some unpleasantness, she had steeled herself for it and was determined to carry on for Sarah's sake, but to her delight she found the taste of Sarah's bottom quite appealing. 

She liked it! Sarah clearly did too. Jenny flattened her tongue to cover the entire hole, and she licked upwards. Sarah moaned. Jenny came back and repeated her performance, licking Sarah's anus again, this time more forcefully. On the third pass Jenny stayed with her tongue in place, and licked and licked Sarah's delightful anus. Then she pushed her tongue a little way into the hole, Sarah responded with moans and wriggles and she tried to pull her cheeks apart further to open herself even more to Jenny's ministrations. 

Jenny was enjoying herself and beginning to lose control as she licked and pushed and licked some more. She suddenly changed target and ran her tongue right up Sarah's pussy. As it slipped inside Jenny's tongue released the wetness that was building inside her pussy, and Sarah moaned and cried out. Jenny plunged her nose into Sarah's pussy and pushed it in as far and as hard as she could. Then she ran her tongue up Sarah's pussy lips and returned to her anus, where she again pushed her tongue in and licked and licked and licked. Sarah was now panting and squirming and moaning and in a few more short breaths she came, with Jenny's tongue inside her anus and her fingers inside her pussy. 

Sarah cried out and with her cry she pulled her buttocks ever wider. Jenny dissolved into a panting, crying heap, unable to stop herself licking and kissing and drinking in Sarah's juices. Her own knickers were soaked by this time bit she didn't care, she just couldn't get enough of her friend's pussy and ass and anyway, she knew her turn would come soon enough, and as far as she was concerned, no amount of orgasms could better the extreme pleasure she was finding in her friend's body. This was without doubt the best day of her sex life ever ever ever.



Sarah and Jenny Ch. 03



And so it was settled. Despite Jenny's misgivings, she and Sarah were going to remain lovers. Sarah was delighted that her pretty next-door neighbour was going to be what is crudely described as her fuck-buddy. She had no desire to leave her marriage, and she loved her husband as much as the day they got married, but she knew herself very well and had discovered years ago that she needed her fill of pussy from time to time. She loved the female body, with all its softness and roundness and its wonderful smells and tastes, and to be quite honest, the female body was quite simply sexy in a way the male body was not. 

She loved the male body, but in a different way. She loved the hardness of the male, the strength in the muscles, the raw and simply overwhelming power of a strong male body. Her femininity responded in an animalistic way. She wasn't a timid or shy retiring female by character, but when it came to sex with her man she loved to feel dominated and taken by him. 

It was different with Jenny, the sex was different, it was more sharing and intimate and giving. Maybe that was just because they were both the same gender and therefore had the same things to bring to the relationship, rather than entirely different things as was the case in a male-female coupling, but whatever it was she realised she needed both. She needed her man and his hard cock and his forcefulness, and she needed Jenny and her soft wet pussy and her sensitivity. 

She did wonder though where their relationship might go as it developed and grew, these things had a tendency to wander into territory not imagined at the beginning. Jenny seemed to be a very innocent woman in many ways, but most people had their dark sides which only became apparent once they were exposed to new situations. The thought of Jenny having a dark side quite excited Sarah. 

Jenny found herself in a happy place. Her liaisons with Sarah seemed to have taken the edge off her troubles with Tom. She knew things hadn't been right for some time, but they had got on with life and produced two more children and were muddling through. Tom seemed happy enough, he didn't ask much of Jenny as along as she keep the home ticking along. He knew that in some ways Jenny was too good for him, 'a cut above' his mother had said, but she chose him so what had he to complain about? 

Jenny for her part had found Tom's honest, almost childlike, approach to life quite appealing after the complex and competitive legal family she had been bought up in, and she had settled for a life which involved children, sporty weekends, fishing and barbeques. That was until Sarah came along. 

Sarah... She loved saying her name. Sarah was more the sort of person Jenny should have married - bright, sassy, uninhibited, willing to try new things, aware, sensitive, alive... all the things that Tom was not, and she, Jenny, found appealing. Having sex with another woman had never been on Jenny's agenda, but somehow it all seemed natural now, and, well, right. Did that make her a lesbian? She still had sex with Tom, and she knew Sarah still had sex with her husband, a lot by the sounds of it. 'He's always fucking me," she had said. So were they lesbians or not? 

They obviously had lesbian sex, but did that mean they were lesbians? Did it really matter? Not to Jenny. She was so happy to have this little secret in her life, and such a powerful, astonishing secret at that, that she couldn't care less what labels belonged to what. She loved having sex with this woman and it made her happy, so what did anything else matter? 

One afternoon Tom came home with some news. 

"We've been asked out to dinner," he said. 

"Have we? Who by?" said Jenny, a little surprised. They didn't have a lot of friends and dinner parties were not something they had much experience of.

"Sarah next door," said Tom. 

Jenny thrilled at the sound of her lover's name. "Sarah? Well that's a surprise. Does she say why?"

Tom pulled an envelope out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Jenny. 

"It's Dave's 50th birthday on Saturday. She's having a shindig."

"A shindig?" said Jenny. "What's that?" 

"A party, a do, you know, a shindig." Tom was smiling.

Jenny opened the envelope and took out a card. On the front was a photograph of a woman wearing a short black skirt, a white blouse and black black stockings, looking directly at the viewer with a caption "I'll take no excuses - come or there'll be trouble."

"Racy card!" said Tom. 

"Hmm," mumbled Jenny. Her heart was beating fast as she opened the card. 

Inside in elegant handwriting was a message.

"Please please come to dinner to celebrate Dave's big milestone - 50! 

We'd love you to join us - it would be so nice to catch up."

Then there was the date and time and address, and at the bottom it said "Dress - appropriately."

"Well?" said Tom. 

Jenny closed the card. "Well what?" she said.

"Shall we go?" said Tom. 

Jenny felt nervous. Excited, but nervous. Wasn't this a bit risky? What was Sarah thinking? Suppose something came out about them? Some little comment after a bottle of wine that would give them away. Dave already knew that Sarah was sleeping with a woman, surely he'd get suspicious? But then, they couldn't not go, that would look suspicious too. 

"Do you want to go?" said Tom, holding out his hand to take back the card. He opened it again. "What does 'Dress Appropriately' mean"? 

"Appropriate means in the right way, the correct way," said Jenny.

"I know what appropriate means, I mean what does appropriate dress mean for a dinner party for a 50 year old?"

"Oh I see, sorry."

"I'm not stupid, you know. But dinner parties are more your scene than mine, I don't think I've ever been to one. Not a formal one like this one sounds."

Jenny looked at her husband. "Oh, just smart casual I suppose."

"What, tie and jacket?" said Tom.

"I'll wear a nice dress," said Jenny.

"So we'll go then? You could wear your blue dress. You look good in that."

Jenny nodded. She was thinking of her little black dress. 

"Yes, we'll go. It'll be fun. I don't have a blue dress, Tom." 

The next day there was a small brown envelope in the mailbox addressed to Jenny. Her pulse raced when she recognised the handwriting on the envelope. Sarah's. 

She carried the mail into the kitchen and threw the letters on to the table. She took out a small kitchen knife and carefully slit open the brown envelope, being careful not to disturb Sarah's writing. Inside the envelope was a plastic sealable bag, and inside that was...some black material. Jenny's heart raced. She unzipped the plastic bag, and slid a finger inside. She could feel a very light material, like nylon. She rubbed it. She smiled. 

She withdrew her finger, raised the plastic bag to her nose, and took a long, careful sniff. She had to sit down. The smell was faint but unmistakable. She smiled even more. She put her hand into the plastic bag and slowly pulled out the folded item, which she placed in the palm of her hand. It was Sarah's black knickers, the ones she wore that day when they first got together, that delicious morning not so long ago.

Jenny unfolded the material until she had the garment lying in her hand. She stared at it. Then she raised it to her nose and inhaled again. Ahh, the delightful, delicious smell of Sarah's pussy! Wonderful! She then lay it on the table top, unable to take her eyes off it, and put her hand back into the brown envelope. Inside was a card.

The front of the card was a big, red lipstick pair of lips, which Jenny first took to be a print until she looked closely and she realised it was actually real lipstick. Sarah must have done this herself! Inside the card there were some words in Sarah's handwriting.

"Remember these? I have been wearing them for two days just for you. I want you to wear them for two days too, Friday and then Saturday to the dinner. We'll have to find a quiet moment so I can kiss them off you... Sxx"

Jenny looked down at the knickers, and then back to the card. She put her finger onto the cotton part of the material - it's called the gusset, isn't it? - and gently rubbed. Then she pushed her finger inside the knickers and turned them inside out, so that the part where Sarah's pussy would have been in contact with the material was uppermost. There were two white stains. Pussy stains. From Sarah's own pussy! 

She just sat and stared, stroking the material and the white stains and wondering why, how, she had come to this! Intoxicated by another woman's underwear! Life was bizarre. She shook her head. Bizarre, but quite quite wonderful. 

Something made her turn her head and look towards the kitchen window. Perhaps it was the thought of Sarah, brought on by the sight and smell of her knickers? Jenny stood up and looked through her window into Sarah's kitchen. There Sarah was, standing on her kitchen table, her arms above her head, gyrating slowly to music that Jenny couldn't hear. 

She twisted her body this way, then that, she bent over and wiggled her bottom, then stood tall and flexed her hips, she held her two hands above her head, and then waved them to one side then the other. Jenny was so transfixed watching her friend that she hadn't consciously noted to herself, even though she must have registered it with her eyes, that Sarah was utterly and totally naked. 

The dance continued. Sarah looked at Jenny through the two windows, and then blew her a big kiss from her wide smiling lips. Jenny could see that Sarah's lips were dark blood red. She had seen those lips somewhere before! She reached down and picked up Sarah's card, and she held it up next to her own lips and blew a kiss back. Sarah mimed that she received it, by tapping her hand against her pussy. She laughed.

Jenny held Sarah's knickers above her head and swirled them round and round in her own style of dance, and when Sarah pointed at them with delight, Jenny brought them down and sank her face into them. Sarah sent her another kiss, and a big wide smile. 

Then Sarah disappeared from view. She must have climbed down off the table, but she wasn't gone long before she was back, and this time she had something in her hand. She started her dance again, and held her hand up to show Jenny what she was holding. Jenny couldn't make out what it was. It was long, and green. Green? Sarah flew it around her head a few times, then brought it to a rest between her breasts. Against the pale colour of her skin Jenny could make out what it was... but surely not? What would her friend be doing with a... cucumber?

Jenny made a face to let Sarah know she didn't understand, but Sarah was already moving onto the next stage of her dance. She slowly lowered the cucumber down between her breasts, an inch at a time, then down across her stomach, slowly slowly, gyrating her hips and swaying her body all the while. The cucumber reached the top of her mons, where she had a small strip of hair, and at the same time she started squatting and standing, squatting and standing, lowering the cucumber a little more each time. Suddenly Jenny realised what was going to happen, and she put her hand to her mouth and shook her head. Sarah returned her gaze, and nodded her head. 

Sarah's other hand found its way between her legs and Jenny watched astonished and mesmerised as she ran a finger along and into her pussy, then along and in again, then she bought the cucumber all the way down her pussy, tip first, right down to the bottom, she turned it around and in one long thrust she pushed the cucumber into her pussy and squatted down all in the one movement. Jenny gasped.

She watched Sarah's eyes close, and she saw the cucumber emerge only to be thrust back in again. And again. Sarah started to ride the cucumber, up and down she went, she stood up then sat down, each time the cucumber entering then exiting her beautiful pussy, she was obviously enjoying the experience by the look on her face. Her eyes were closed. Her spare hand was employed at the top of her pussy, and Jenny could tell that her middle finger had found her clitoris and was working it. What a sight! Her beautiful lover fucking herself with a vegetable! That's one for the grandkids, Jenny thought, bursting into laughter. 

But her laughter was short lived. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a car pull into the driveway. She looked across and to her horror she saw Sarah's husband Dave get out. She looked back to Sarah and tried waving at her but Sarah was too engrossed in her activity, she had her eyes closed and was clearly in her own little world. Oh God, thought Jenny. She saw Dave walk round the front of the house and disappear. 

She knew the front door was only a few feet from the kitchen, so any minute now Sarah would be discovered. In an instant Jenny decided there was nothing she could do so she quickly stepped to one side to hide herself from view to the side of the kitchen window, behind the curtain. She could watch without being seen. 

For some reason she suddenly became self-conscious, so she scooped up Sarah's card and the envelope and the plastic bag and Sarah's knickers, and she tucked them all behind the Nigelissima cookbook on the shelf next to her. Then she had second thoughts and she retrieved the knickers, which she put to her nose for a smell, then held in her hand, like some sort of security blanket. Or perhaps it just made her feel closer to Sarah.

In the time Jenny was sorting herself out, things had happened in the kitchen opposite. Sarah was no longer on the table fucking herself, in fact Jenny could not see Sarah at all. Dave was certainly there, she could see him standing leaning against the oven. He was talking across the room, where, presumably, Sarah was. Poor Sarah! Poor darling Sarah! 

Imagine being discovered on your own kitchen table with a cucumber in your pussy! Fucking yourself! Tom would...well, Jenny had no idea how Tom would react, this was so outside the realm of anything he could imagine. Dave was a more enlightened man, but even so. The humiliation of it all! Poor Sarah. 

Then something extraordinary happened. Sarah reappeared from the other side of the kitchen. She was still naked, and she was carrying the cucumber in one hand above her head like a weapon, like a club. She strode up to Dave, raised the cucumber as high as she could, and brought it down on Dave's head with what looked like a blood-curdling yell. Jenny gasped.

The cucumber broke in two, one part shot off to one side and demolished the some plastic containers, the other part remained in Sarah's hand. Dave and Sarah stood glaring at each other eye to eye, barely six inches apart. Jenny held her breath, and put her hand over her mouth in surprise. Would they come to blows? Was Dave really angry? Jenny feared for her friend.

She needn't have, for the next moment Dave's face lit up and he burst into laughter. Sarah followed suit, and in no time they were locked together laughing their heads off, arms around each other's shoulders, both shuddering from the laughing that was wracking their bodies. Jenny couldn't hear anything, but she could imagine the noise coming from that kitchen. 

She breathed and relaxed, and after a moment watching her friend and her man together, she started crying. She didn't really know why, it just came to her and she indulged herself. 

Then things changed again. Jenny watched as the laughing subsided and gave way to kisses, long, deep kisses between Sarah and Dave. Dave's hands were all over Sarah's back and hair, he pulled her head back and kissed her neck, she in turn started tearing at his clothes and Jenny watched in astonishment as her friend ripped the clothes off her man, leaving him as naked as she was. 

Sarah stood back and admired her handiwork, then turned her back on him and lay herself across the table. Sarah opened her legs as far as she could, and grasped the table with both her hands. She was offering herself to Dave. 

Without any hesitation Dave stepped forward, grasped his large erect cock in one hand, and guided himself into his wife. He went in slowly but he went in in one push as far as he could go. "Fuck her," whispered Jenny as she watched the show. "Fuck her, fuck her!" 

As if he could hear her, Dave started his slow rhythmic thrusts and he began the long slow business of fucking his wife. Jenny watched on from behind her curtain, intent on seeing every movement and expression from the two of them. She had never seen two people fucking before. She rather liked it. 

"What's so fascinating?" said a voice from behind Jenny. Before she could react Tom was standing right behind her. She didn't speak or turn around. There were some moments of silence as the two of them watched the show opposite which was gaining in intensity. Jenny couldn't move, she was terrified. Her heart was thumping in her ears. She thought for a moment that she might faint, she came over all weak and shivery, her eyes began to spot and lose focus. Then she felt a hand on her waist.

"You like that, do you?"

What could she say? Whatever she said would be the wrong thing, Tom wouldn't understand, no doubt he'd be disgusted and leave her. What could she say?

"You're home early," was what she did say. Tom's hand grasped the other side of her waist. They were both still staring at Dave and Sarah fucking in the house across the way. Sarah's breasts were swaying with the rhythm of the action, loose as they were as she leant on her elbows on the table, and Dave was pulling out so far that the watchers could clearly see almost the entire length of his cock as he went about his work. "Not much bigger than Tom's" was the thought that came into Jenny's head. It's odd the things that come to mind at times. 

"I ran into Dave at the service station," said Tom. He paused. "Not a bad cock on that man," he said. Jenny was so shocked that she didn't react. Tom went on.

"Yeah, so he said he was going home early to spend time with Sarah. He said he likes spending time with Sarah." Tom paused. "I can see that," he said. Jenny could feel one of Tom's hands creeping down the side of her waist, and slowly start making its way across her belly. 

"So I thought to myself," he continued, "bugger it, I'll do the same. I haven't been home early for ages. I'll surprise my wife." His hand had reached the fold in Jenny's wraparound, and with a flick of his finger he lifted he material and inched his hand under her skirt and onto her knickers. Jenny gasped.

"Cos you see, I like spending time with my wife too." Tom's hand moved slowly down the front of Jenny's knickers, and then one finger found its way to the edge of the material where it met her leg. "And I was wondering," he said, "if she likes spending time with me." The finger suddenly pushed its way under the elastic of the knickers and into Jenny's pussy. 

In the other room Dave suddenly stopped. He grabbed Sarah and pulled her upright, spun her round, lifted her back onto the table, pushed her backwards, grabbed both her knees with his hands, pulled her legs apart, then stepped forward and, without any assistance or guidance, plunged his cock back into her pussy. Sarah pulled her legs back as far as she could and they started fucking again, harder and more urgently than before.

Tom moved his finger up and down Jenny's pussy. "Wet," he said. "But is that for me, or from that?" he said, indicating with a nod the goings-on in the kitchen opposite. 

Jenny could find no words. She had never known her husband to behave like this before, but then she had never been in this situation before either, so she was at a loss as to how to behave herself. Fortunately Tom came to her rescue in the most unexpected way.

"But then who cares?" he said. He withdrew his hand from between her legs, grasped her by the shoulders, spun her round so that she was facing him, and said the words he used so often when he wanted pleasuring - "Blowjob". 




Sarah and Jenny Ch. 03



As Jenny sunk to her knees she smiled to herself. That was his idea of foreplay. It wasn't much of a technique, but it was at least direct and unambiguous. There was no chance of confusion or crossed-wires in their love-making. By the time Jenny's knees had reached the floor Tom had unzipped himself and was in the process of pulling out his cock. 

Jenny settled herself as she usually did, with her bottom resting on her upturned feet. She could usually last a good ten minutes like that before her toes began to hurt. Ten minutes was ample time. 

Tom in the meantime had taken up Jenny's position behind the curtain from where he was watching the show opposite. When Jenny took his cock into her mouth he let out a low moan, closing his eyes for a moment. But he soon opened them and, as Jenny set to her task, he began a running commentary on the action of his neighbours just across the way. 

Jenny was too engrossed in the blowjob her husband had requested to follow what he was saying, but she caught snippets and understood that he liked her friends tits, thought Dave was a bit fat around the middle, would like to roger Sarah, and speculated that Sarah's pussy would be a 'good feed.' Jenny grinned in a full-mouth sort of way at this, she knew it to be true!

The fucking next door went on for five minutes more, and Tom came in under the ten minute mark as was his custom. All four of the participants were fulfilled by the end. Dave and Sarah fucked themselves to a standstill and ended with a groaning, moaning orgasm, unheard in their neighbour's house but seen by the man standing behind the curtain. Tom received the blowjob he wanted and was happy in his own self-belief that his wife had enjoyed herself in the giving of it.

And Jenny...well Jenny was the only one of the four not to have an orgasm, but she didn't care because she had discovered yet another unbelievably exciting way to take enjoyment from sex, and that was to have the taste and feel of a man's cock exploding in her mouth but with the intoxicating smell of her female lover in her nose, courtesy of Sarah's two day old black knickers that she had held to her nose as she sucked her husband off. 

On his third orgasmic spasm she had whipped the knickers away and tucked them into the cookery bookshelf, somewhere between Sumptuous Desserts and Finger Lickin Food for Parties. 

Next episode - The Dinner Party