1 comments/ 37332 views/ 1 favorites Talking the Talk! By: Purplepumper Chefs and cooks are legendary for their fiery tempers and lack of political correctness; when I used to work in kitchens I was no exception to the rule! I started training when I was 17. From hiding in the toilets in tears because I had been shouted at, I progressed to realise the only way I could survive in a very male dominated environment was to swear constantly and talk the talk with the rest of the team. I have to say nothing is off limits to chat about in the kitchen - chefs will talk about anything and one of the main topics of conversation in any kitchen will be sex. More specifically, who is homosexual and might bumming or licking each other out? Years ago I worked with a woman chef who I got on very well with. We could talk about anything and our conversations were so lewd, we could make any male colleague's jaw drop within a minute or two and used to enjoy doing so. Our girl on girl chats mainly centred on Kate (I'll call her that) and the things she liked doing in the bedroom. She would send even the hardest male chef running for cover with her tales of her S & M experiences which included spanking her girlfriends, tying them up and her particular fetish -- watersports! She also spoke of her preference for women with large labia, and I can still remember the shocked silence in the kitchen when she asked what my private parts looked like saying she hoped that I had something in my knickers for her to play with should I ever give her the opportunity. One day while preparing desserts together for a special lunch which Princess Anne would be attending, we finally went too far when my colleague began paddling my arse with a rolling pin for a joke. This was a very important day and not surprisingly the head chef was furious -- he chucked a bucket of water over us and sent us into different sections of the kitchen so we were out of shouting range. The fact that we were no longer allowed to make pastry together was the talk of the catering staff, who ribbed us mercilessly for the remainder of the time we both worked at this particular catering establishment. But what I didn't understand was while that I was joking, my colleague could not have been more serious. So it was that one night we all went out on the booze after work as one of the team was leaving. I found I'd missed my last bus home and Kate said that I could crash at hers, so off we went back to her flat. When we got in Kate offered to wash my clothes so I'd have something clean to wear in the morning when I left. I went into the bathroom and stripped off before handing them to her through a crack in the door. As I turned on the shower I suddenly remembered I'd got some toiletries in with my work stuff, so went out with a towel around me to get them. Kate was in the kitchen sorting out some washing to put in with mine to make a full load and she didn't hear me come back in. As I found my wash bag, something made me look up. Kate was standing in the kitchen with her face buried in the panties I'd just worn for a 14 hour straight shift in a hot kitchen. I was transfixed with shock, but deep down I wasn't surprised. Without saying anything I crept back into the shower and as I washed my hair wondered what to do. When I came out a few minutes later Kate went in to take a shower herself, saying she wouldn't be long. I sat watching TV, knowing there was no way I could leave as I didn't have enough money for a cab, so I thought I'd just have to be assertive if she tried anything on. When Kate finally emerged from the shower she opened a bottle of wine and rolled up a joint and for a while we just sat smoking and talking. I'd just worked 14 hours without a break or much to eat so it wasn't long before I was out of control and flopping around on the couch in the big top she'd loaned me. One of my very large breasts peeped out and she complimented me on it saying that I had got her share of the tits and went on to say I had a great big arse which she found very sexy. We carried on smoking, chatting and listening to music. After a while, I dimly became aware that Kate had slid her hand under the long top she'd loaned me and had begun stroking my thigh. I asked her to stop. She apologised and did so. We resumed smoking and drinking red wine, and talking about people we had been with. What we liked doing with them was also discussed in great detail. This woman had made no secret of the fact she was gay in working hours and as I already said I knew exactly what she liked to get up from our chats in the kitchen. And I trembled at the thought of what she might want to do if I gave her the chance. There is nothing I enjoy better that a good shagging. At the time I couldn't see how things would be remotely interesting without a fit guy with a big, hard cock ready and willing to give me one. So I countered Kate's stories with tales of some of my exploits with boyfriends, which included fast, rough sex with a waiter in the walk in fridge at work, and giving another boyfriend a blow job in the back of a London black cab. Again Kate started stroking my thigh as she told me for the umpteenth time that a cock is not essential to have a good time in bed, or indeed whatever location I fancied sex in. In my pot filled haze I dimly thought about what people at work would think about this, but I didn't try to stop her as she pulled my top off so that I sprawled totally naked with my legs flopped open. I felt Kate's lips on mine and her body weight on top of me. I was shocked at how good it felt to have a woman kiss me like that and couldn't even think of stopping her as she ran her tongue around my neck and gave me little, biting kisses. Her mouth got lower and lower until she kissed each of my nipples in turn before bringing them up between her fingers and sucking them. I knew where this was going and I didn't think I could go all the way so once again I said I wanted this to stop. Kate's reply was to slide her fingers between my legs and deep inside me, before withdrawing them and putting them to my mouth and telling me to lick them clean. She asked me if I had ever tasted myself before, and of course I had to admit that I had, many times. Then she said, "So don't you think you are a bit selfish not to let me taste you too", before sliding her fingers into my now soaking snatch and licking them herself. I remember telling her then that I had already seen her sniffing my panties and that enough was enough. I tried to get up to leave. Kate whispered she was sorry and asked me not to go, saying nothing would happen that I didn't want. So I sat down and we carried on chatting until once again her hand drifted between my legs followed soon after by her mouth. Finally she slid on to the floor and knelt between my spread legs, and leaned forward. I felt her tongue running up and down my swollen labia. By this time I didn't want this to stop and quit worrying about my pubic hair; and whether my labia were large enough for her liking as she drew each one into her mouth in turn and sucked on them. Kate just kept her tongue coming and coming. As it probed into every corner of my pussy, I heard myself go out of control - squealing and moaning like a whore as she stuck two fingers inside me and worked them slowly as she nibbled at my clit. It went on for what seemed like hours but maybe that was just the pot I'd been smoking doing its job. She teased me and teased me with her tongue then moved her fingers inside me before switching over to lick out my now sopping snatch and lightly stroke my butthole at the same time. By this time I was begging to be allowed to come and finally as she flicked her tongue across my clit I did so. As Kate climbed back on to the sofa and lay with her head in my lap, I could smell my juices which were smeared all over her face. I knew that I was being very rude and selfish if I didn't pleasure her the way she had just pleasured me so I asked where her bedroom was. I said I thought we should continue this in a bit more comfort. We walked through to it and Kate lay down on the bed. As I began kissing and touching her it felt odd caressing a woman's curves and soft skin rather than a man's hard body -- she was a big girl like me. Some men like their nipples sucked and played with so I was already used to doing this -- it did not feel strange at all as I ran my tongue round and licked Kate's left nipple before drawing it into my mouth to suck it. It was just another nipple so I thought to myself "so what?" as it hardened in my mouth. As I progressed downwards I began stroking her stomach and licking her belly button as I tried to get my head round what I was going to do next. Smelling Kate's juices as I kissed her inner thighs and the feeling of their hot, damp softness sliding against my cheeks started to turn me on. The light was still on so it gave me the chance to examine Kate's pussy in more detail before moving in for the kill. She was shaven and this showed off her large protruding inner labia. They were attributes I knew she was very proud of because she had told me that at work - several times. As I began to play with them and watched them puff up even more, I remembered her telling me that as a teenager she had pulled them out for prolonged periods of time to enlarge them even more. Finally I knew I had to do this thing so I started by kissing around Kate's snatch before going on to tease those cushion like inner lips with my tongue. As I kneaded her clit with my fingers she moaned with pleasure. After a while I swopped over and concentrated on playing lip service to her clit but after a while got bored. I decided I wanted to show the bitch just how damn good having a full up cunt feels. I'd noticed a very large candle by Kate's bed when we went in the room. I picked it up and after spreading those enormous pussy lips wide, attempted to ease it inside Kate. She asked me to stop saying she didn't think she could take the candle as she had never been with a man before. I made her lick it wet then persuaded her to let me proceed to gently but persistently push it in her to the hilt as I continued to nibble at her clit. In the end Kate agreed that maybe just maybe that candle would go in all the way as it all but disappeared inside her. I began gently thrusting the candle gradually getting rougher when I saw Kate starting to enjoy the unbeatable feeling of having something big and hard giving her a good, rough seeing to, until she started to bellow before climaxing with an explosive roar. At that moment I lost my grip on the candle and it left Kate's snatch like a bullet out of a rifle. It flew across the room before it hit the white painted wall and left a spattered, smear mark, then dropped to the floor. After laughing ourselves sick we fell asleep in each other's arms until the next morning when I woke with a rocking hangover remembering that I had to go to work. Leaving Kate in bed I set off but when I tried to get on the bus realised I had left my wallet behind so went back to her flat. As soon as Kate saw me at the door she started kissing and stroking my hair, and led me back off to the bedroom. And as I followed her already wet between the legs, I thought I'd die if anyone at work found out about this. Talking the Talk! Ch. 02 As I followed Kate I already knew that there would be no way she'd be allowing me to go to work that day. I'd only returned to her flat for my purse but I was unable to stop the slut as she kissed me full on the mouth, her tongue sliding into my mouth to meet mine. Her hands wandered all over my body touching me wherever she damn well pleased. Fingers slipped into my bra... wandered down to the waistband of my trousers until my clothes seemed to come off me in one seamless movement - she had no struggles with zips or hooks like my boyfriends did. I was butt naked and spread wide on the bed before I could say knife. After gently biting my neck Kate moved on down to my nipples, and began licking and sucking them in turn. As she raised her head back up and invaded my mouth with her tongue once again, she slid two fingers inside me. I groaned out loud, but I was worried. I was due into work in an hour and said so to her as she began stroking my clit with her thumb. "Call them and say you are ill", was her answer as she rang our workplace then handed me her mobile. Despite me clamping my legs tight shut, she forced them open again and began licking me out while I tried to talk and explain my absence. As I tried hard not to hump Kate's mouth with my pussy, I heard the news that I'd called in sick being relayed by the sous chef to my colleagues who all laughed. It was then that I realised that they already knew where I'd gone to sleep off our excesses of the night before. My cheeks flamed red and hot at the thought of what they must be saying, and I wondered what kind of a hard time I'd have at work when I next showed up for a shift. I also wondered if my unscheduled sleepover had been planned and if Kate had got what she wanted with the help of our workmates -- perhaps a couple of them had helped get me drunk so that I would forget the time. Kate suddenly stopped giving my soaking snatch her full attention, and got up and walked off to the bathroom. Suddenly left hanging; I begged her to come back and finish what she started, but when she did she was holding a razor. However I wasn't afraid. I knew her very well so I instantly realised what she wanted me to do. But I was determined that my pubic hair was going nowhere. She demanded to shave me but I was adamant that this was not happening. In the end she got the message and simply asked me to do it myself saying she hated to go down on a hairy minge. I thought about this and remembered that the licking out Kate had given me the previous night was quite the most fabulous I'd ever experienced. I had to have her continue stroking my throbbing clit with her tongue more than I've ever needed anything in my life. But I was terrified of a razor being anywhere near my inner labia and began to plead with Kate using this as a reason to refuse. She seemed to back down and I relaxed when she said, "Come on then get dressed, let's go out for breakfast -- I'll treat you". Although I'd have rather Kate continued to lick my pussy, I got dressed and an hour later had to admit I felt very much better with a double espresso and a fry up down my neck. On the way back to Kate's flat, she steered me into a beauty salon saying she wanted to drop in on a friend who worked there. Once we were inside I quickly realised I'd been tricked. I wasn't sure if the beautician who came over was a man or woman but he or she certainly seemed to know Kate. And it wasn't long before my panties were off again and I was laid out with my legs spread ready to have my pubic hair removed. Kate remained in the room despite my protests and seemed keen to watch the proceedings. By this time I'd discovered that the beautician was a woman and her name was Gloria -- she asked how much pubic hair to take off so to please Kate I asked for a "tidy up". Slapping down on my thigh so hard I yelled, Kate coldly said "She's having a Brazilian Gloria or I won't lick her pussy again -- at the moment it's like going down on a brillo pad flavoured with anchovies"! I couldn't bear the thought of no more lickings, so I gave in and trembled as talcum powder was applied to my skin. By the time hot wax was spread over my quivering snatch, I was terrified and had tears pricking my eyes. Kate was delighted to be given the job of holding the skin of my outer labia taut for the paper strips to be laid over the wax. After briefly wondering if the two of them really needed to get their faces so far in between my spread legs to see what they were doing, I experienced one split second of agony as my public hair was ripped away, then a burning sensation. Finally I felt a warm towel being placed on my smarting pussy, and was surprised that it actually made it feel better. Kate insisted I stayed as I was, and after a close visual inspection between my legs, said she could still see some hairs underneath and told Gloria to get rid of them. I was made to go on all fours with my arse in the air - Kate watched gleefully as Gloria spread hot wax on my nether regions and as she did so they talked about the price of a pint as if I wasn't in the room. I yelped in agony as the last of my pubic hair was ripped away and as I stood up and pulled my panties back up, realised I was in way over my head when Kate told me to take my top and bra off and said, "Which one do you think would look best with a ring through it Gloria"? I started sobbing and replied that I didn't want either of my nipples pierced. Kate just laughed at me saying, "You're my bitch now and you will do what I fucking well tell you to, but as I am in a good mood you may choose which nipple gets the ring"! When I said I wanted to go I was told, "Fine but no more lickings then"! I complained about the goalposts being moved saying I'd had my pubic hair removed as requested, but the thought of never feeling Kate's very long and mobile tongue inside my snatch again made me rethink my decision in a hurry. Miserably I pointed to my left tit and sat down. Gloria spread a liquid that smelt like antiseptic on my nipple telling me not to be afraid as she did so. She then make two marks on each side of my nipple before producing what appeared to be a pair of tweezers with a hole in each blade. I was too terrified even to cry when the holes were lined up with the marks on my nipple, and was nearly sick when a large needle was quickly pushed through the hole on one side of the tweezers, through my nipple and out the other side. Before I had time to blink a stainless steel sleeper was pushed through my nipple and closed up. Finally the rivulets of blood were quickly cleaned off my breast and a plaster placed over my mutilated nipple. I wasn't able to put my bra on again because of the pain and said so. Kate's reply was that she hadn't told me I could get dressed yet and there was one more thing that had to be done. When I realised she wanted to get her name tattooed on my right breast, I finally stood up for myself. I quickly put my clothes on, before running braless out of the salon leaving her to pay the bill for my treatments. I found that running hurt my punctured nipple, so I'd slowed to walking towards the bus stop by the time Kate caught me up. She was laughing as she told that she had something for me to read and sign at her flat. I already knew that she liked to give her bitches contracts to sign and I was having none of it. I wanted Kate to lick my pussy again but I also wanted to be able to get some cock if I fancied it -- there was no way I was ever going to be exclusive with her. To my surprise Kate said that this would be fine, but she just wanted to clarify a few things to avoid misunderstandings. When I saw the contract I found out her requirements of me. These were that I was to hand over my worn panties to her at the end of every shift we worked in the kitchen, and if we weren't on the same shift I was to save them for her. The second was that I should keep my pussy hair-free at all times. In addition when we went out together I was never to wear panties at all. Finally I was asked to write in my hard limits in a blank space on the contract, and it was written below that these would always be respected. I wrote in just eight words. No watersports or scat. No animals. No children. Then I signed my name. My reward was to be treated to the best licking out of my life. As Kate sucked on each of my inner labia in turn before putting her tongue to work on every nook and cranny of my snatch, I wondered how on earth I was ever going to be without the bitch again. I felt something huge sliding into my vagina and realised I was being penetrated by the same candle I had used on Kate the previous night. Briefly embarrassed that I was able to take it to the hilt much more easily than she had, I started hollering and was unable to stop myself from moving my hips in time with the thrusts. I didn't care about the pain in my left breast as Kate continued to pump the candle into me long and hard. Finally I climaxed like a rocket making so much noise that the upstairs neighbours banged on the floor, shouting at us to be quiet. The candle had a leopard skin pattern on it. Once I had returned the favour and given Kate another good fucking with it, we noticed that the print was wearing off. Suddenly concerned at the thought of the dye lingering inside us we headed off for a shower. Before going in I mentioned to Kate that I was just going to the loo and I would join her in a minute. Her response was to refuse to allow me to close the door and stand waiting as I sat down. I reminded her that I had said no water sports. "OK I hear you", she said "But there's no harm in watching you pee is there? Now shut up and go, you slut!" Realising she wasn't going to give up I urinated with my legs tightly clamped shut so she couldn't see anything, and wiped myself before following her into the shower. I've had sex in the shower with boyfriends but have never experienced anything like what happened next. Kate slapped my backside to indicate I was to bend over and started chastising me with a loofah, saying that it would tone up my lardy arse. I already had a sore nipple and this extra pain started to irritate me even more, but she just kept on beating me until I begged for mercy then rammed something very hard into me from behind and started pumping it. Realising that she was trying to fuck me with a hairspray can I became afraid the lid might come off and get stuck inside me. I pleaded with her to stop. Fortunately she saw sense and decided enough was enough. After drying me off, she led me back into the bedroom telling me to stand in front of the full length mirror to have a good look at my newly hairless pussy. Kate found a torch and shone it between my legs as I squatted close to the mirror. As I spread my legs as wide as possible so I could see everything in great detail, I have to admit that I liked the look of my hair free snatch a great deal. When I ran my fingers over the smooth skin of my outer labia, the wicked, sexy and decadent feel just made me want to keep on touching myself. As I pulled my inner labia apart, Kate knelt down beside me and directed her light so that I was able to inspect myself in great detail via my reflection in the mirror. As I did so I knew that the pain and embarrassment at the salon had been worth it just to hear her say how beautiful I looked between my legs, and that she planned to lick me out as often as possible. And I no longer cared what the people at work might say about us. I wanted to be Kate's bitch for always. Talking the Talk! Ch. 03 When I was a child my parents thought it was a good idea to send me to a good, strict co-ed grammar school - I have no brothers. This turned out to be a mistake - I wasted my time there from the start and no amount of bribes, threats, detentions or punishment could get me to work. My behaviour went from bad to worse when I discovered boys at about fourteen. They also noticed me as I'd grown to 5ft 8ins tall by the time I was twelve and needed a bra to control my increasingly large breasts. Since then I've been out with lots of guys of all ages, nationalities and physical types. I've also always had many platonic male friends as well as lovers and have talked with many men over the years about sex - both at work and in my private life. After having conducted extensive research, I've come to the conclusion that many straight men have only two questions on their minds when they start dating someone new. The first is will she swallow my sperm? The second is will she let me fuck her up the arse. However there is a third thing lurking in many men's minds which any bi or bi-curious girl will know only too well. The minute you tell your latest boyfriend you've been with a woman -- or even mention fantasies about it, they'll always ask if you are up for a threesome, usually naming your very attractive girlfriend who they secretly fancy the pants off. I've experienced some PC talk that the man of the moment cares about me and he wouldn't want to watch me pleasure someone else, but I know that's just what they think I've wanted to hear. In reality he'd love to be in the sack with me and one of my hot friends. I just know it. In the 1980s when I was backpacking and working my way around the world, I spent time working on a moshav in Israel. Pretty soon after I arrived, I hooked up with the local bad boy, much to the disgust of the local community and other volunteers. I was warned of Avi's liking for the ladies and told of the three kids by different local women he already had, with his history of shagging any of the more liberally minded, less discriminating female workers from overseas who happened to be up for it. His alcohol consumption and second job in dealing in soft drugs were also thrown at me by the concerned farmer I worked for but nothing could put me off. I liked Avi. He was a street smart chav who lived for the moment and I was a foul mouthed, boozed up party girl who enjoyed the notoriety of being his girlfriend. It was a match made in heaven and I revelled in the fact that I was the topic of a lot of gossip -- most of it uncomplimentary. I didn't give a flying fuck that I was intensely disliked by the many of the UK volunteers --laughing in the faces of the people who said I was, "a disgrace to the British". It was said to me several times that a relationship between an Israeli man and European woman cannot work out. What we had was far from a relationship as we were fuck friends and nothing more, but it's true there were some cultural differences which caused lots of heated rows, as well as some great times in bed. I soon found out that Avi was open-minded about monogamy, but only when it was him that was screwing around with others. His chauvinistic pride was dented when his friends whispered to him that I did the same, but on the whole there was an unspoken agreement that the thing we had wasn't exclusive on either side -- it suited me fine at the time. Pretty soon after we got it together, he popped the question when he noticed me eyeing one of his mates' girlfriend's breasts. "You want to make fuck with her too"? Mr Subtle asked to find out if I'd go with a woman. The thought hadn't entered my mind at this stage, but while we were on the subject I told him that I had enjoyed women in the past. Quite frankly Avi was just a little bit thick and I could see by his face he was filing this information away in his Neanderthal brain, although he said nothing more at this point in time. He'd often turn up without warning when he wanted sex or to socialise on a Friday night, when the more dissipated volunteers partied underground in a bomb shelter. Along with many others I used go to the village shop and buy a bottle of local vodka costing a shekel, then empty it out into a soft drink bottle and top it up with whatever. There was always lots of pot freely available courtesy of the seedy Avi who usually bought many of his friends with him, despite the efforts of the farmers to try and keep them all out. We were quite often all up when the sun rose on a Saturday morning - the people who hadn't pulled would sit outside with a black coffee and watch who came out of whose houses. One hot Friday evening my boyfriend arrived with some of his liberal minded friends and their girlfriends to join the Shabbat party - they had no problem with doing whatever took their fancy on what is the beginning of the Jewish Sabbath. As they drank and smoked I noticed that there was one woman who appeared to have come without a boyfriend and that she knew my man well. I wondered who she was. I have to admit that I found her very attractive. I am taller than the average woman but she was taller -probably close to 6ft. She wore a simple short sleeved white T-Shirt which showed off her bare toned midriff. This together with her dark eyes and long black hair, added up to a very beautiful woman who obviously worked outside in the sun. Her tight, blue cotton shorts left nothing to the imagination and I could not take my eyes off the very obvious camel toe that was formed from them digging deep into her crotch. I saw my boyfriend speak to her and although I was unable to understand what I could hear of their conversation as they spoke in Hebrew, became aware that they were talking about me when I saw the woman look over at me. When she caught my eye she gave me a warm smile. Curiously I went over to be introduced to her and learned her name was Erit. I was unable to take my eyes off her as she started to chat to me in her heavily accented English. As we discussed the countries I'd visited and my time on the moshav -- I began to have one thought on my mind. What Erit would look like naked and lain out with her legs spread wide on a bed. As I shared the joint she offered me I found myself looking at her very kissable mouth and perfect white teeth. I fantasised about what her bare pussy might look like under those clingy shorts -- and wondered how she dared go out dressed like that. In the 80s shaving wasn't as popular with women as it is now so it didn't occur to me that she wouldn't have pubic hair but I knew a real woman when I saw one and guessed that her inner labia must be as engorged as her painted red lips - not all tucked away into a neat, Playboy style little slit so there'd be nothing to suck on and play with. I visualised a prominent clit I would be able to stroke easily and was very excited by the thought of having to spread out a pair of huge pussy lips wide to gain access to it. Her breasts were fairly large in proportion to her slim figure and I could see the outline of her big nipples under her tight top. I thought about how I'd like to cup and stroke those beautiful mounds in turn as I kissed her, and imagined moving on down her neck to lick round each saucer like areola. The pictures running through my mind made me wet between my already hot and sweaty thighs. It dawned on me that this woman knew what I was thinking, and had the same images about my body in her mind. I knew then that my sleazy boyfriend had invited her along for a reason. I decided that he was not going to be involved in the threesome he was planning -- or even be allowed to watch Erit and I get it on in the sack. At around 2am the party broke up and people started to head off home. I began walking with Avi and his friends back to their local village, along with some of the other moshav volunteers who guessed if they tagged along with us, there might be more drinking, smoking and fun. Most of them also knew like I did, that Avi was a security guard for the local gym and swimming pool with a key to the premises, and that there was often a chance of a late night skinny dip if he was in the mood. Sure enough he was so after stripping off we all cavorted in the pool for a while and I had the chance to get a closer look at Erit's body -- it was even more sexy naked than I could have begun to imagine. Her enormous, very dark nipples and full breasts gave away the fact she had probably had a child at some point, but there wasn't a stretch mark to be seen on her body. Smooth, tanned skin and firm muscles with all that long black hair attracted glances from most of the men as well as me. There was a triangle of dark pubic hair hiding her snatch so I was left to wonder if it was as lovely as I imagined it might be, as she walked towards the pool and dived in. Someone put a tape of The Talking Heads on in a cassette player in the poolside office and turned it up to max. Some couples openly fondled each other in the water for everyone else to see while other shyer pairs crept off into the shadows. As the noise level and lack of inhibitions increased the local police arrived. I saw them speak to Avi, and laugh as they surveyed the scene. This wasn't the first time that shocked local residents living on the upper floors of the blocks of flats around the pool area had made a complaint about the Friday night activities. Avi shouted at us all asking us to get dressed and leave as soon as we could. Within a few minutes we all filed out past the grinning policemen who I suspect would have loved to join us, and began walking towards the village itself. People began disappearing as they arrived at their homes. I was disappointed that I hadn't been able to get closer to chat some more to Erit in the pool as Avi had spotted my roving eye and cornered me in the swimming pool, but perked up when she started walking with us. As we arrived at Avi's house he said, "Erit sleep on the couch, she have far to go home". I knew my boyfriend's tiny little mind only too well and I still really believe that he didn't realise how transparent he was, but decided to let him continue to think I was going with the flow. We sat on the sofa and talked and laughed, but although Erit started stroking my thigh I did not respond immediately as we drank and smoked. Avi sat watching us and not saying much but I could tell that he'd got a hard on at the thought of the action he thought he was about to be involved in. I strung out the chat as long as I could and after a while began to respond as Erit's hands begin to wander. Avi's eyes were out on stalks as he watched us begin to touch each other's breasts. Although his capacity for alcohol was legendary at times, I was always pretty good at wiping him out of beer and pot when I visited him. On this night the fridge was empty very quickly as Erit seemed to be able to hold her drink as well as I could. Suddenly I thought of a chance to get Avi out of the house that probably wouldn't be repeated. I asked him if he could find any more cold beers at one of his friend's houses. He complained about this at first but when Erit asked him to go to look for some too, agreed to go and see if an obliging neighbour had a few spare bottles. As he obediently walked to the front door I winked at Erit. As soon as we were alone I learned over towards her and kissed full on the mouth. She immediately responded and we started tearing each other's clothes off like there was no tomorrow. "I don't want Avi with us", I said. "He's been planning this, I know it". Erit agreed saying that he'd told her that I was bi-sexual and had asked her if she would participate in a threesome with us. She went on to say that she had slept with Avi many times herself. We agreed that although he had a big dick and he knew how to use it, he didn't have too much up top. We talked about walking back to the bomb shelter we'd been partying at or even just going out into the desert to a cave we knew to be alone, but eventually agreed it would be more fun and naughty to keep Avi out of his own house. I had a key to the front door so we locked and bolted it and hauled the sofa behind it to make a barricade. Then we unplugged the electric oven and pushed it in front of the locked kitchen door. Despite the stifling heat we also shut and locked all the windows. It's impossible to stay dry even when making minimal movements when it's summer in the Negev desert. The act of moving furniture and a cooker had us both bathed in sweat within seconds but we didn't really mind. I suggested hitting the shower together but Erit began licking the sweat of my neck and breasts, saying she didn't care. As I pulled up her head to face me; I kissed her again before putting my hand between her dripping thighs, to let my fingers do the walking. I was delighted to feel that her rather prominent clit was tucked between large, protruding labia as I'd visualised earlier that evening. Like all most bi and lesbian women I've always found big pussy lips an instant turn on but didn't get down between them with my tongue immediately. Instead I gently bit her neck then kissed and sucked on those big dark nipples as I continued to rub inside her throbbing slit with my fingers. As I did so I heard Avi return. As he realised what we'd done he proceeded to try and break in without success. The area's proximity to the volatile Gaza Strip made all locals very security conscious so like his neighbours he had fitted his home with strong doors and locks. He continued to try and batter down the front door for some time as he alternately begged and pleaded to be let in. As I finally started to probe Erit's gorgeous snatch with my tongue and tasted her sweat and musky juices, I licked around her huge cushion-like, pussy lips to the sound of our mutual fuck buddy trying to get in his own house to join in. He lost his temper and began to abuse us, calling us cunts and whores which inflamed us even more - somehow his foul language made the whole thing extra exiting. As I slowly licked Erit's clit I gently worked two fingers inside her, she came like a rocket as Avi broke the glass in the bedroom window. As he reached in to release the lock, Erit was off the bed with its sweat soaked sheets like lightning. She reached under it and as I looked at the object she pulled out, realised that I had frequently had sex in a bed under which my boyfriend kept a gun. She let the safety catch off and pointed the gun at Avi and said something in Hebrew I didn't understand. The message was obvious and even shit for brains Avi got it loud and clear -- three was a crowd! After calling us cunts one more time he was quiet. Any traveller in Israel will soon get used to seeing lots of young soldiers of both sexes carrying firearms. However I didn't really think I could go on with what we were doing with a shooter under the bed so I asked Erit to take it out of the room. She put the safety catch back on and placed it just outside the bedroom door. When she returned she began licking her drying juices off my lips and chin, before kissing me until I thought I was being consumed by her. Her tongue invaded my mouth as her hands moved all over my body before she attempted to sneak in my back door entrance with her index finger. Muttering how tight my anus was Erit asked if I ever had been butt fucked by Avi. I truthfully replied that he was a caveman who'd asked for this sex act on our first date when I told him I had my period, but I hadn't let him try it because I was afraid that his very large penis would do me some damage. I went on to say that once I'd been woken up at sunrise by him trying to penetrate my anus without so much as a good morning or warning -- and that it hadn't occurred to him to use lubrication. We agreed that this was plain rude and that we definitely didn't need Avi or his big dick to have a good time in bed - then Erit resumed fingering and playing with my pussy, until I begged her to lick my clit. As she complied I felt her long, mobile tongue pry into every part of my snatch before it lapped into my sopping cunt hole as she tasted me. As she sucked on each of my inner labia then slowly ran her tongue up and down the length of me, I began squealing and moaning. Erit continued to keep it coming and coming for what seemed ages but always slowed down as I came near to climaxing. I began to beg and plead with her to let me orgasm but she refused to give in and teased me for what seemed like hours. Finally she got up and went to the kitchen -- thinking I was being left in the lurch I wondered how I'd ever be the same again if she didn't come back and finish what she'd started, but was reassured to see her return with some ice cubes in a glass. I realised that she knew as well as I did that Avi loved nothing better than the feel of pumping his cock into an ice cold mouth, before shooting his load down its owner's throat. As she shook the glass long and hard next to the window, we knew that he would hear the noise from outside and guess what was happening in his bed. We laughed when we heard him call us cunts for the hundredth time. Finally Erit put the glass down, got back on the bed with me and continued to dish it out long and slow. After picking up an ice cube and running it over my nipples and belly, she trailed it down between my legs and stroked it along the sensitive area between my labia as I writhed and moaned uncontrollably. I could hear the noise I was making but was unable to stop myself as her tongue slid back and forth across my clit without letting up as she continued to use the ice cube to help her fuck me. And as I finally came I knew Avi and I were history.