4 comments/ 25572 views/ 13 favorites The Red Sports Car By: lordchilworth Let me start by assuring you that I'm neither rash, nor prone to acting without forethought. My name is Emma Thornton, I'm thirty-seven, with two kids in their mid-teens and a career in commercial property brokerage. My old man couldn't cope with the stresses that having a young and growing family inevitably brought, and headed out for easier grazing in newer pastures. We haven't seen or heard anything from him ever since he left. It took a year to stop falling further behind and nearly eighteen months for me to stop blaming everything and everybody else for the predicament in which I found myself. For the last fourteen years, as a result of hard work and astute judgement, things have improved each and every year. We've reached 'comfortable' now, with an old brick property that we've renovated and extended ourselves. The rest of the county seems to have come round to our way of thinking and these days this is a very popular place to live, so I'm paying a mortgage on it that's less than six percent of its value. The kids have learned to ski and Genie, my youngest, keeps a pony in the paddocks that are between the house and the road. Last year Kira, ever the tomboy, decided to save up what she earned at her gardening jobs so that she could purchase an off road motorbike, which she takes for long rides through the wilderness of the huge mountainous national park which adjoins the edge of our property. Mostly I just make sure that there are adequate supplies in the house and they just get on with their lives. Don't get me wrong, we all spend time together and get on as well as any family I've ever come across; it's just that we're all busy and happy in the independence within the interdependence that we have. My girls and me... we're good friends. Sometimes my work makes me suffer long hours; occasionally I have to meet clients who've travelled after hours. I'm a great salesperson and it's because I've done the hard graft that over the years I've worked my way up to the position of senior partner in the business. ------------------------- Manchu Industries need a continental headquarters and this evening I'm meeting with their Director of Expansion to discuss the possibility of his corporation taking the entire development that our company is building an hour and a half over the state border from the new international airport. We have a lot going for us, not the least of which is much cheaper rates than they would get if they located in one of the cities which were trying to attract such a prestigious name. We have better housing and transport than any big city and I'm going to show him that just living somewhere as beautiful as we do makes for better working conditions than any city could ever offer. The site nestles just off the interstate with forest-covered mountains offering a fantastic frame to the offices where we will meet; there are two staff members waiting with me, Steve Hunter runs the legal and contracts side of the organisation and Mandy Ewing manages the office staff back in town. There are eight tables set up, each with a scale model of another of our interpretations of their specifications. If any of them are taken up our company will profit by many millions. He's late; I walk over to the air conditioning controls, and it surprises me to find that they're not set very high; I'm sweating because the wait is getting to me. I pick up my bag from the floor by the small conference table set just beyond the models and decide to freshen up in the ladies room at the end of the corridor. If the office felt hot then the chill from the ladies room almost makes me stagger; immediately the sweat is gone. I rinse my hands quickly at the sink; checking while I do that my makeup is fine and needs no improvement. I spray a quick shot of breath freshener into my mouth and examine myself in the long mirror on the back of the door. I'm wearing a matching calf-length blue pinstripe skirt and conservative jacket over dark hose and shining black pumps. For just a second, as I look, my mind wanders as a shiver of loneliness bids me to ask myself why it was that I was feeling so lonely lately, and what was so wrong with the way that I looked that it was more than a decade since the last man had made a pass at me. I shrug my shoulders and push such thoughts to the back of my mind as I head back along the corridor to the office; I'm just in time. If you had asked me how he'd be arriving, I would have said in a limousine with a driver who would be wearing a uniform and cap. The windows at the front shake at the bark from the car which arrives at some speed in front of the building. It's an angry red streak and then, in an instant, it's stopped. Darkened windows hide the driver as it pulls alongside my Mercedes. Next to the Merc I can see how low slung it is. It makes my beautiful silver saloon car look like a clumsy off roader; you'd be forgiven for expecting to find a gun rack in the back and some baling twine in the glove box. There doesn't seem to be a straight line involved anywhere in its gorgeous design - it's curvy and sensuous, made to a European ethos a zillion light-years from the macho brutality of American sports cars, made to insinuate itself between the molecules of air - not to smash them out of its way. I'm so jealous that I throw myself a one liner to cheer my spirits. "But I bet he's only got a small dick." Mandy and Steve laugh politely until the door of the car opens and she steps out. She's wearing tight black leather driving gloves, a black flared trouser suit above slim super-shiny unadorned slip-ons with two inch squared heels. Her skin has a definite, if light, Asiatic hue to it, but the shade screams falsehood at the viewer because of the shocking white-blonde short spiky hair that tops her head. Her eyes are covered at first by large round sunglasses in black frames. She removes the shades and looks directly along the mirrored windows, before walking assuredly towards the entrance. I was all thumbs for the entire meeting, but it didn't matter, the decision had already been made in China. She seemed about to hold out for a better deal on prices, but changed her mind after a short walk around the prepared ground. Two and a half hours later she informed us that she was satisfied and that Manchu were willing to head with purpose towards contracts and told Steve that his counterpart at her company would contact him by lunchtime the next day. As the meeting was drawn to a close I asked if she'd like dinner or if she was heading back to the big city. She told me that she had the last two days of the week and the weekend to compile a report for the boards' perusal on an expected schedule for the eventual opening of the Manchu facility here. She told me that she was booked into a hotel inside the national park and that she was heading that way. We were standing at the back of the offices looking at the wispy clouds gathering in the last of the evening sun; in early summer around here the sunset doesn't happen until way after ten, but we were heading up to that time. Mandy and Steve made their exit with quiet goodbyes; Steve reminded me that a cleanup crew were due inside fifteen minutes and that they would lockup afterwards. "My name is Mitsui; it is alright in American business for us to become less formal after work?" "Oh, yes... please call me Emma. Would you let my company treat you to dinner here before you head off to your hotel?" "How about if we share the bill and go as friends - not as anything to do with business? But before we go anywhere I've been wearing these all day and I need to change into some more comfortable clothes. I could do it in the bathrooms here, I suppose?" "There's no need, my house is ten minutes away and I could get changed too, you could follow me in your beautiful car." "Would you like to ride in it? I could bring you back here for yours after the meal, if you'd like?" How could I refuse? It was so low slung that I had to slide in rather than climb. She reached over to show me how to work the two seat belts which met in an 'x' at my bellybutton; she smelled of apples. The seat felt moulded to the contours of my body, and from inside the windows didn't look darkened at all. I was going to tell her of my daughters and the situation at home while in the car, but found that I wasn't initially capable of speech when I felt myself pushed gently but firmly back into the seat as we pulled away. I pointed out directions rather than trying to raise my voice over the noise of the engine, which seemed to be directly behind our heads. I watched her gloved hand as she worked the stick shift between us; she seemed so poised, easily in charge of this insane four-wheeled beast. It took less than five minutes to do the journey and as she switched off the engine outside the house it took me a few moments to gather myself. Nothing ... nothing had ever felt like that before. There were no lights on in the house but there were notes from both girls reminding me that they'd both be staying with study friends in preparation for exams the next day. I remembered that I had noticed something about the tests on the family organizer when I'd jotted down that I'd be late that day. I showed Mitsui to the guest room and we both went off to change. I decided that I had time for a quick shower. The cares of the day were stripped from me along with the dust and I was feeling more than just refreshed as I dried my hair. As I was choosing between outfits, wearing just a slip and pantyhose, she knocked on the door. Before I had a chance to answer she pushed down on the handle and walked in, naked. I couldn't help but stare; I'd never seen an Oriental, of either sex, without clothes on. There wasn't a single hair anywhere on her body below the shock of bleached blond on her head; her skin was blemish free, toned to perfection, wrapped over muscles and bones - everything in perfect proportion to everything else. I wanted to hide myself, immediately feeling cumbersome and ugly... a mountain mare next to a Lipizzaner. "Do you have some moisturiser or body spray that I could borrow? I've just remembered that I should have bought some as I came through the duty free shops," she said, "and if I don't use lots when I'm travelling by air or spending too much time anywhere that is air-conditioned my skin dries so that I start to look like a yellowed walnut." "Sure..." I murmured. It took an effort to drag my eyes from her as I walked across the room to where my make-up sat on the dressing table. I didn't recognize what I was feeling ... it had been such a long time, and I must have been befuddled by the combination of everything that had happened since Mitsui had first come into sight in that red sports car. She thanked me before turning and leaving my bedroom. For a second or two I thought that the sticky stream which had passed through the sheerness of my gusset and was beginning to run down the inside of each of my thighs meant that for some reason I had lost control of my bladder. I was so confused within myself that I had to sit on the bed, realizing that it wasn't urine - I was as turned on as I could ever remember, and nothing overtly sexual or even sensual had happened. I thrust the jumbled thoughts clogging my mind to the 'leave this until later' zone and I hurriedly dressed, trying not to keep Matsui waiting. A little make-up - it seemed pointless trying to compete, and I was done. She was drinking a glass of water in the kitchen as I loaded a tiny purse for the evening. I noticed that the kitchen clock was reading nine fifteen. "We should probably make a start." She put the glass down and turned. "Let's do it then... do you want to drive us there? It'll save you having to try and talk over the engine noise." I wasn't thinking that it had been more than a decade since I'd driven a stick, or that the blood-red beast under offer was probably more powerful than all of the cars I'd ever driven in my entire life; I don't think that I actually had a coherent thought. "You'd let me drive? Oh boy, oh boy! Let's party!" The key didn't fit into the steering column or the dashboard; it wasn't even shaped like a key! A bar with indentations wrapped in a spiral pattern that slotted into a space alongside the stick shift sparked the console into life, then a button adjacent to it brought forth the sharp bark as its engine ruptured the air with its call before dying back to a more throaty rumble. Even as I selected a gear I could feel that the fresh knickers, which had replaced the soaked pair a few minutes before, immediately lost the battle to keep the flood gushing from my pussy. The thought flashed across my synapses that maybe it would seep through my dress as well and stain the dark calfskin seat. We pulled away and suddenly I was empowered, the throttle responding with more... something - just more than it seemed that I could ever need. There was no screeching of tires as it took corners, just the feel that the further I pushed it, the more it would stick to the road. Every curve and every length of straight road - stretches that I had known all of my life, were now a new adventure. Far too soon we were turning every head in the restaurant as we pulled up outside. The valet thought that he'd died and gone to heaven as Matsui handed him the keys. "Take good care of our baby while we eat, please." We took a table in its own alcove and ordered soft drinks; we hadn't spoken about who was going to drive after the meal, and I for one could never disrespect the immense power of the car by trying its patience while I was under the influence of alcohol. I knew that it could kill us both with my first mistake. We ordered our food from the waiter who delivered our drinks; she sipped hers for a few seconds, as if in ponderance, before quietly speaking. "I want to make you come on my fingers, and on my tongue. I can smell how turned on you are and couldn't help but notice the wet patch you left on the car seat. I need to have you; I can hardly restrain myself from reaching out and touching you as we are sitting here. Will you join me in my hotel for the night? Or perhaps, if I beg, you'd stay the whole weekend?" I can't tell you whether the food was good or bad; I ate in a daze of mechanical actions. I hadn't dared reply to her questions aloud, and so just nodded my head. As I did I had to grip the table with both hands as the gentle, unfamiliar shudders of an orgasm shook my frame. I could tell that she noticed, and watched a bead of moisture appear on her top lip before rolling slowly between her slightly opened lips and into her mouth. Her eyelids drooped as if she had suddenly become drugged. It was just as well that the tablecloth hung down to nearly the ground. As the waiters delivered our starters, I was initially startled to feel her bare toes reaching under the table to caress my calf. Before the main course she was worming her toes under my skirt and past my knickers to stroke and pat the lips of my cunt. I wasn't swooning so much that I couldn't respond in kind and rubbed at hers through her slacks. She wasn't wearing any underwear and I could feel her lips parting as I pushed my big toe and the seam of her pants into her pussy. I could feel her moistness increasing; neither of us seemed to care of any consequences when we eventually stood up to leave. Maybe, anyone who might have been watching wouldn't have noticed that we were hurrying through our food, I don't know - or care, but we were. "No coffees, we'd just like the bill please." She left a hundred for the food; I left the same amount as a tip. To be continued... ------------------------- The author would like to express his sincere thanks to Hotti for her editorial expertise. The Red Sports Car Ch. 02 The valet remembered us - how could he possibly forget - and the car was waiting outside with its doors opened as we exited the restaurant. Matsui tips the valet a twenty and she heads for the passenger door as I slide into the driver's seat. The valet runs round so that he can close her door behind her, as well. I had already fastened the racing seatbelt in an x in front of my sternum and was checking the mirrors when she spoke. "According to the sat-nav, we're thirty minutes from my hotel and I'm not ashamed to tell you that I don't believe that I can keep my hands off you for that long. I need to taste you more than anything I can remember before in my entire life. I think that perhaps I might be temporarily satisfied if I lick my toe - no, cancel that last one, I lied - I don't think that I can control myself. We need to get away, anywhere. What about a lay by? Is there a field, a motel, a wood?" I push in the key and press the starter button; immediately the crisp bark of the engine is transferred through the chassis and the seat directly to the centre of the fire within me which it had ignited a few hours earlier. As we pull away from the restaurant I head towards my home; I know that my two daughters are away for the night but I don't think that fact even entered into my consideration. If I could have thought of somewhere closer, I would have chosen there instead. My very existence feels almost in a state of nervous panic as I accelerate away at speeds which before today I would have called foolhardy or even lunatic. But these are desperate times; for a fraction of a second I glance towards Matsui, then quickly do a double take… her eyes are fixed on me, her mouth is slightly agape and her tongue hangs as if spastic from the side of her lips. I note the rapid rise and fall of her breasts and, even over the thrilling throb of the engine, seem to somehow be able to hear the staccato rate of her breathing. Her lust is so apparent and commanding of the atmosphere within the slightly cramped interior that I am momentarily overtaken by the up welling of another orgasm within my crotch. Subconsciously I realize that I am trying to rub my thighs together to help myself in my body's desire to come. This isn't the normal me. I would describe myself as a fun person, but I'm always sensible and responsible. Tonight I have to fight to regain some semblance of control over these crazy animalistic urges, just so that I can be sure that I might live long enough to act on them as soon as we reach my home. Even concentrating hard enough to make me perspire doesn't stop my mind from flashing subliminal shots of my passengers' naked form. Somewhere else further back in my mind there are voices trying to make themselves heard over the clamour of my body for sexual release; they are almost loud and clear enough to enter the state of mind that I am in, but I don't want to hear that this isn't me: that I'm a responsible mother and upstanding member of the local community, that I'm straight, that I like dicks. In a cloud of sprayed gravel we are both pushed forward in our seats by the desperation of my braking when we arrive at my house. I press the engine stop button and spring the seatbelt by slapping at the quick release on the x fastener, Matsui immediately does likewise and I have to evade her hands as I push open the door and scrabble out of the car. On both sides of the beautiful vehicle, the doors are left ajar as we rush up the steps to the door. As I grab blindly in my purse for the door key, she catches up to me. Her arms snake around me and she grabs a handful of each of my tits; for half a heartbeat I feel her hot breath on my neck before she bites the sinewy rope of tissue behind and below my left ear. I can feel my body's desire to swoon limply in surrender before her assault, but I fight the urge. I struggle with the lock for a second or two before we stumble inside. She kicks out behind her and in the background to the tumult that is going on in my head I can hear the door slam shut. There's time for me to realize that my nipples have hardened to solid points under her assault and for my eyes to close to slits as I revel in the pleasure that her teeth are giving my neck, and through that point of contact seemingly every erogenous area of my body. There is a lightning storm of epic proportions going on right now inside me and all over my body and I can't stop the low moan that erupts from my core. "No… no, in the bedroom. I need to be naked with you…now!" I hardly recognize the words which tumble from my mouth, the last now so low as to be the rumble at the start of a subterranean earth movement. But they reach through her lust and she releases me. I grab her hand and dash for the stairs. A step inside my bedroom and she is tugging at my top. I turn to face her, slipping into her grasp. In an instant we collide, our lips mashing together. She is already back to pulling upwards on my top as my hands brush down the soft material of her satin vest and onto the slight curve of her behind. I pull her to me until our bodies touch in an unbroken line from breast to thigh. Before I am overcome and just as our tongues meet to engage in a short duel of electric shocks in the front of my mouth, I step back and away. For a second she looks confused, until she realizes that I have instigated the break to facilitate the quicker removal of my clothing. I grab at the top, almost ripping it as I pull it roughly over my head. My skirt is only held up by a single button and its zipper. My fingers feel as sensitive as lead sausages and as equal to the task as such, so the button flies to parts of the room unknown as I tear at it. A pause for breath as I step away from the fallen garments whilst reaching to the front fastener on my bra; a shrug of my shoulders and it falls behind me and I look up - she has been far quicker than I and is already naked, her clothes discarded as unimportant in a pile at her feet. I stop with my hands still at the waist of my pantyhose, unable to continue because my eyes are feasting on the sculptured perfection before me. The need in her eyes is a palpable force, stunning - almost sobering - in its intensity. But now there is neither place nor time for trepidation or the slightest glimmer of fear. She steps towards me and reaches for me, not to grab me but to unexpectedly push me backwards. I half-stagger away, until the bed hits the back of my knees and I fall onto the deep mattress, a place only shared before occasionally with my girls when they were young; then she is on me, her eyes ablaze. She pulls down my hose and in a second they are gone, floating out on the ether behind her as she casts them away, before my legs come back down she has torn off my knickers and with one hand stuffs them into her mouth, her tongue out to taste the wetness that I have left on the gusset, before spitting them out and to one side. In an instant she has moved until she is astride of my thighs; she leans eagerly down and bites again at my throat, this time to the right side of my windpipe, while her hands once more gain possession of my tits. I can feel the hardness of her nipples as they push at my stomach. She spreads her knees and pushes her crotch down so that it has contact with my flesh; her fingers and thumbs move up the slopes of my breasts and grasp my nipples. ‘Is that too hard? Is that pain? Is this taking things beyond the pleasure zone?' As I wonder, suddenly my brain works out that the wetness I can feel on the front of my thighs is leaking from her smooth cunt; the realization rips from brain to body in a rush of tsunami proportions and flashing lights as an orgasm so epic that for a second before I melt into its awesome presence, I suffer a fleeting microsecond of fear that it might be too much, that I might die from so much joy. "I don't care! Oh, god! Oh my god! Yes…" My cry starts as a shout then a scream and into a soft hiss. I barely have time to take a breath before my body's is sucked into a further vortex of physical joy, there is the thunderous roar of two oceans meeting inside my head, huge and powerful, physical enough to carry the zillion active nerve endings jangling away incessantly in me on. My nipples are being twisted and pulled at the same time; the sensation is nearly, but not quite, painful - they have become focal points for stimulation beyond my earthly knowledge. I do not deliberately flex my torso or arch my back up in the direction of the pull; I don't consciously realize that I immediately start to pull back against her nails. She stops chewing on my neck and peers into my eyes. I feel her cunt, smearing wetness as it travels, moving up my thighs until it brushes the hair of my pussy… I push my hips up to meet it and open my mouth to scream as a total mind-fuck takes over. I can't think, or see and suddenly I realize that my scream is silent. She is kissing my mouth and then biting my bottom lip and there is more, as I twist and buck upwards, my clitoris strains and pushes itself through the down of my pubic hair until for a fleeting moment it touches the trim lips of her cunt. I think that I passed out for a second or two. In a daze, I nearly panic as I come around, feeling slightly claustrophobic at the closeness of my lover and confused at what is happening to me. In one movement I have rolled her off me and onto her back alongside me. I grab her hands in mine and push my face close to hers. "No! Don't touch me! My body will implode, my mind will turn to mush and I will die if you do… and before I die I want to have spent some of my time learning to please..." I look into the depths of those gorgeous brown eyes and I'm in love and in lust, I feel as if my voice will crack and that I might weep tears of joy as I continue... the physical release an exegesis after years of being without. "To please this vision of perfection... this bringer of such pleasure beyond anything she has ever experienced before." Our hands grapple a little as I push hers above her head. She stops struggling and relaxes when I start covering her beautiful face with kisses. Her skin caresses my taste buds with apples and honey, I remember that I have hands as well and independent of thought they sweep over her form, outlining her shape, caressing and trying desperately to commit to memory all that they feel. This is not a love like any other experience of mine... a glorious confusion. Her brow is without a hint of harshness in its texture as my kisses continue; indeed it is soft and downy as the fluff that covers some babies. Close up, the Asiatic hue to her skin covered in perspiration has taken on the look of flawless, polished marble. My lips kiss and nuzzle their way to her ear, to skin softer even than her face. My tongue runs in a search pattern around the delicate whorls before darting inside to taste the warm darkness there. It isn't tart or dirty tasting but as delicately flavoured as everywhere else that my lips have been on her. I am so turned on by the empowerment of taking control that I start to worry that I may well orgasm again, and not be able to stop until she removes herself from my presence and my memory - and that is an intolerable thought. Her breasts are so small that they don't even fill my hands; her nipples so hard that it seems as if her entire tit has stiffened in response to the attention they are getting from me. She pushes back against my hands and I grow more adventurous, digging my fingers into the fleshy mounds before grasping and pulling back on them. A moan escapes through her clenched teeth and her eyes momentarily flutter open as I become more aggressive. I nibble on the lobe of her ear before biting more forcefully on her neck. She twists her lower body seeking contact between us further down - who am I to refuse such a beautiful lady? I let go of her boobs and pull her onto her side before pushing my legs down the bed so that we are lying beside each other. I stop biting and sucking on her neck and my lips seek hers out; they meet before mine open and I push my tongue through her lips until I can taste the inside of her mouth and feel the smooth enamel of her teeth. Our tongues twist and probe at each other, exchanging beaded lengths of saliva; the taste sends tremors through my body to my crotch. She spreads her legs in order that she can wrap them around my thigh, pressing her cunt against me there, humping at it whilst making mewling sounds through our desperate kisses. One of my arms worms its way under her and my hand grasps the back of her head and neck pushing our mouths closer until our teeth grind against each other. The other hand travels down the gentle lines of her back to the rise of her buttocks. With her legs wrapped around mine as they are, I cup her shape at the crack between those luscious cheeks before feeling down the same crack towards the heat of her sex steadily rising and falling as she dry fucks me. As I feel the gorgeous roundness of her ass, she pushes it back against my hand; I grab a handful of its lusciousness, revelling in its texture and firm muscles. Our lips part for long enough for her to speak. "When I've been naughty would you spank my bad little girl's behind for me?" Even in my orgasmic, befuddled state that's enough of an instruction for me. I slap the cheek that I had been fondling, then again ... and again. Her tongue assaults mine with renewed vigour. The hand that I have been holding her head with ruffles her spiky hair before gripping it until I feel her stiffen, then I push and scratch at her skull. Her cunt slams as fast as raindrops in a thunderstorm against my thigh, rising to the slap of my hand before slamming rapidly against my leg. Her tongue starts to thrash uncontrollably around inside her mouth and she makes a groaning noise. She is going to come on my leg - I am making her come, and I marvel at my newfound power. Her hands drop down from above her head and I feel her nails at once raking my naked breast and digging through my hair at my scalp. The new sharpness of her nails sends me once more over the edge. My shaking and writhing in turn vibrate signals through my leg between the lips of her dripping pussy to stimulate her further, her eyes flicker open and closed unseeing as she charges from one orgasm into another even more intense. We are generating so much heat, that still quivering and juddering from such sexual excess, we pull our upper bodies and faces away from each other. Her orgasm sends me flying blindly into another of my own, and her body responds likewise. There is no conscious thought, just unending waves of constantly increasing pleasure. No human being in possession of a nervous system could have kept it up and we were no exception... our drooling mouths, fluttering eyes and twitching limbs the precursor to a deep sleep, still entwined together. ------------------------ To be continued... The author wishes to sincerely thank Hottie for her: help, advice, criticism, flattery and of course her editing The Red Sports Car Ch. 03 Not quite satisfied with my rest, I'm awoken by the chug-chug of Kira's motorbike as she slowed on the road to come through the gates and into the driveway. Before I am properly conscious and able to collate everything, my nose picks up the sweet smell of honey overlaid with apples and pears... Matsui! Oh fuck! My eyes flip open faster than the shutters shoot up during a bank raid; she's still asleep, her beautiful form only minutely covered by the corner of the top sheet. Her body at rest is even more beautiful; here on the bright blue sheets her skin tone looks only barely Asiatic, her short spiky shock of blonde hair even more contrasting. But I haven't time to gawp, and wistfully slide away from her, turning smoothly; in three silent moves I'm quietly closing the bedroom door and pulling the belt around the white satin house coat that had been hanging from the hook on the back of the door. I'm filling the coffee machine as Kira's bike coughs to a halt outside the back door. She's already shouting as she enters the house. "Mum! Are you home? Who's...?" For a second she's quiet as she comes to the realization that I am three feet rather than half a state away, then fifty decibels quieter she continues - at speed, "Is that car… did you get lucky? You did, didn't you? Mum! You old dog you.... what's he like? He must have been pretty horny 'cuz you both forgot to shut the doors on the car..." The questions are coming too quickly to answer, so I don't even try; she continues at the speed of youth as she walks past me to the fridge. "Is he up? If he's not, I probably won't get a chance to gawp because I have to be at the Searle's in ten minutes to finish the garden so that it's perfect for Cassie's wedding shower... I'm taking this big pot of yogurt for breakfast... what's his name? What a snazzy looking car... do you think he'll let me drive it?" she pauses to breathe, "Will he still be here this afternoon? Oh no... it doesn't matter, I'm busy this afternoon... sorry Mum, I can't stop to chat... if I'm going to stay with Natasha tonight I'll call and let you know..." She only stops long enough to plant a quick peck on my cheek before she's back out of the door. "See you later... have a nice day... he smells quite nice on you... you dirty young trollop you!" She is laughing as she closes the door and is gone. The bell on the coffee machine rings and I drop a couple of cubes of sugar into my mug before placing it under the nozzle. It's Blue Mountain and the sweet, almost chocolate taste brings a warm smile to my lips as it does its wake-up job. I walk outside to close the doors on Matsui's car - my daughter was right, we had been too crazy with lust to even push them shut when we'd returned from our meal last night. The car is so low slung that I have to stoop to run my hands over the length of its' red body. It's warm in the morning sun, but it's not the sun that's causing the seepage from my pussy. It's not even that it's hers... at least not completely because it's hers. I notice that I'd left the keys in it when we'd got back and reach in to remove them from the centre console. The smells of her combined with the car produce a lustful shiver and I close my eyes to revel in the memories. I walk around its curved rear end, with its understated spoiler, to close the passenger door. Close up, everything about it looks so deliberately designed, so exactly right, so at one with all of the other bits of it. Maybe that's why it makes me feel as differently about it as I do; I love my Mercedes, sleek and quiet, comfortable and easy to drive... but I've never felt lust towards it - and there is no doubt about it, none at all - I definitely lust after Matsui's car. I don't even understand what exactly it is that I want to do with it... but it makes me gush. Back in the kitchen, I am adding sugar to my second cup while waiting for the toaster to finish when she makes me jump. Her arms reach round me, hands cupping the upward slope of my breasts as her fingers immediately seek my nipples and her body presses up against mine. "Is there enough coffee for me?" My nipples harden into her grasp and I want to close my eyes and throw my head back into the neck nuzzle which I hope is coming. My hopes are realized and expectations bettered as she bites first one side, then the other. As I slip from her grasp she pulls and tweaks my nipples as if petulant. "Do you take cream... or sugar?" "Both – lots of both." "I'm making toast; there're eggs or cereal if you'd rather?" "Toast is fine... or nothing if it will get you back into my clutches quicker." I laugh, evading her again as I get plates from one of the lower cupboards. "We could eat first, and then I want to shower and get myself clean again. I want to taste clean and fresh..." I pause to look at her and I feel the warmth inside that her presence causes. "Matsui... I don't know if I'm being forward about this or not, but I have to tell you that I have never felt this good about being with anybody - never in my whole life - and I don't want to make you feel compromised or harried, but I think that I've fallen in love with you." In a step she has me in her arms again, her expression serious and her eyes searching mine. "Please don't say that... please... unless you mean it." ------------------------------------------------------------------- Eventually we eat, sitting on the tall stools at the breakfast bar, juice and coffee supplemented by toast and English marmalade. I can't believe that she too loves the bittersweet condiment; my girls believe that it's calling the alien flavours and textures of marmalade normal which causes the British to have such an obtuse sense of humour. Even as we eat, Matsui and I are unable to stop stroking each other. We decide to share a shower. Completely without embarrassment she sits naked on the throne for a pee, as I sit on the bidet covering my legs with hair removal cream prior to the shower. The water temperature is set automatically to how I like it "I hope that you like it hot?" I ask. The look she gives tells me of the double entendre I had unwittingly said, and it says 'yes! You bet I like it hot'. The water comes from twelve outlets in the four uprights and from four nozzles above our heads; hot and hard, the shower copiously caresses us. For a few seconds we turn in its massage as the depilatory cream on my legs is rinsed away. Then we wash each other; she has brought her own shower gel and natural sponge and I take them from her hands and start on her. The sponge seems unduly rough against the softness of her skin as I start on her arms, but she murmurs for me to rub her harder. As I progress beyond her arms, over her shoulders and down her back, she holds her arms above her head as if trying to guide the water jets more accurately. There are no signs that there has ever been any hair in the pits of her arms and I press and drag the sponge down her sides and over the elegant curve of her behind. I turn her round and start on her front; her chin pulls up allowing me access to the length of her wonderful neck. Her nipples stand proud from her petite breasts and her stomach shivers gorgeously as my hand makes its way to her pubic mound. "Lean back against the glass and I'll be able to do your legs," I say. One at a time I hold her perfect lower limbs in one hand as I sponge their length with the other. I massage the soap between her toes with my fingers, squeezing and pulling at each toe... I can only resist the first foot; as I rinse the second I lean closer and suck her big toe between my teeth and into my mouth. One after another I suck at her digits licking their undersides and dragging my teeth up and down each ones length. She writhes against the glass, eyes closed, water pouring down her body. I slide her leg over my shoulder and move in on her cunt My hand is still soapy and I turn my fingers upwards as I rub the bubbly mixture over her labia. She spreads her legs as I rub back and forth, reaching round to clean the crack of her bottom and the puckered entrance to her behind. The water falling down the length of her body rinses the soap as I move my head in closer. My hands move around her to grasp her cheeks, spreading and kneading as my tongue seeks the clitoris that is already freeing itself from its cover and starting to stand proudly from her beautiful hairless pussy. The muscles in her body harden as I reach my target; immediately she is thrusting away from the glass towards my tongue. I only flick her button a couple of times with my tongue before sucking it between my lips to my teeth. My teeth move around it as if they were chattering from the cold - instantly she stops thrusting and her whole body becomes rigid. Her hands come down from above her head, fleetingly touching my hair before pressing palm first against the glass surround. I hear her strangled screams above the noise of the shower and feel the imminent arrival of an orgasm of my own, empowered beyond belief by what I was doing to her. Her first squirt hits my chin - just a drop bouncing back into my mouth, its taste giving the lie to my first impression that perhaps she'd lost control of her bladder. Ejaculation... another something that I'd read about without ever really believing the reports. Thicker than pee, without it's astringent tang, it's sweet and florid. I drop my bottom jaw so that my mouth covers her entire vulva just in time for the second spasm as again her pussy ejaculates. Again and again, eight times in all, fluid hits the back of my mouth. I swallow over and over. In the aftermath of her orgasm, she grabs the hair at either side of my head and pulls me upright, her leg sliding off my shoulder to the tiled floor. Her eyes are wide and there is an animal glint to them that I haven't seen before; as she mashes our faces together her lips and then her tongue seeking mine. I hardly get more than a cursory application of soap before she assaults my pussy with two, then three fingers. She is rough with me, her eyes still ablaze as her fingers thrust in and out of me. With her other hand she rubs through the hair at my clitoris for a few seconds until my orgasm approaches when she switches to slapping the protruding bud with the flat of her fingers. It's too much and my legs give way as the lights in my head become all encompassing; Matsui holds and then lowers me into the shower basin, never removing her fingers from my pussy, and returning to slapping my clit as soon as I was safely down. Two, three, and four more slaps and I'm pawing at her to stop, as I fear that I'll black out and drown before she relents. Much later, I call the two girls on their mobiles and, perhaps fortunately, they are both switched to the answering service. I leave a message telling them that I'd leave a hundred bucks in the usual place in case it was needed (not to be frittered), and that I'd be back on Sunday. I added that my mobile would be switched on if there was an emergency. Matsui drove us across the corner of the national park to her hotel, the sat-nav spouting directions and giving warnings of impending hazards. The difference between what I would have been willing to try in the car and what she was, was a chasm as wide as the horizon and as long as my life. The curve of the seat held me snug as she slid the back end out around bends and flung the thing into corners, at what seemed like deadly speeds. I am helpless, my knickers drenched and my nipples pressing against the crossed seatbelts. I am held on the edge of a breaking orgasm with every second that the engine throbs its vibrations up through the floor; it's a wonderful torture of waiting and yearning. My eyes bulge, a scream silent in my throat as a tractor pulls suddenly onto the road ahead, once again the little red car surprises me - the nose tips towards the road surface as the brakes take hold in a quarter of the distance that my car would have slowed in and we're at ten miles an hour in half an instant, slowly approaching the tractor as it drives on. She glances across at me reassuringly, but her expression changes as she sees the expression on mine. "Do you get like this over anybody's car, or is it just this one?" I don't get a chance to reply as she presses down hard on the accelerator. The engine barks and then screams in response to the signals from her foot. In two shakes we are around the tractor and in a few hundred yards it is out of sight behind us. I come without touching myself a couple of minutes later. The hotel is two four storey blocks facing each other, ends on to the road; Matsui has the penthouse suite which occupies the entire top floor of one of the buildings. It has its own lift discreetly at the end of the foyer, and two uniformed flunkeys who carry our bags up for us while the hotel manager, eager to please, shows us the amenities in the suite. There are two bedrooms, two reception rooms each with a bar; added to that are a gym, a sauna, a private dining room with seating for a dozen and a half, and a staff chef, maid and butler. At the dining room table we sit down to the business that Matsui is there to complete; for the most part I am no help whatsoever. She only needs to ask for clarity on a couple of details. Otherwise she composes, corrects and finishes her report in under an hour. The maid has unpacked for each of us - separate rooms - our little secret makes me smile to myself. The chef hurries a late light lunch and at two we take our food outside on the apartment's huge patio. The food seems fine, although a little fussy for my taste; Matsui notices my expression and giggles her agreement. She asks the chef to prepare some late night snacks and then gives the staff the evening off saying that we had arranged to eat out. She doesn't want to hang around the suite, so we decide to explore the peak road that runs in a forty mile circle through the least accessed parts of the park. It soon becomes apparent that the road surface is built more for off-roaders than cars such as hers and we slow to a much more sedate and, I must admit it, less thrilling speed. We have a chance to admire the magnificence of the place, below the boughs of trees that were full grown when Europeans first made it to this part of the country; the land looks new and invigorated with abundance. Twice we startle deer as we make our way along the road. In more than two hours we haven't seen another vehicle. Aside from the occasional jet stream overhead, we could have been alone on the earth. The scenery is beautiful, interrupted occasionally by breathless views. The shadows have started to lengthen as we return to the hotel; we notice a place that advertises itself as having a French trained chef outside a village a couple of miles before we get back and determine to try its wares after a shower and change of clothes. The chef is still preparing a vast array of countless different snacks - we hadn't been specific enough in our instructions, and he didn't want us to be disappointed. His presence means that we each shower alone. I find her out on the patio looking down at the building opposite. "Are you a voyeur as well?" I say as I walk up behind her. "Oh yes, it makes me horny to watch, but usually there is nothing to see." My question hadn't been serious, and it is a second or two before I can collate this new strand of information about the woman to whom I had declared my undying love just a few hours ago. She continues to talk without turning around. "I have found if something turns me on, then it's often easiest to not try and work out why, just how. I trust myself to be a caring and compassionate person, so whatever it is that turns me on is more likely to be okay than not." She turns and I can read the love in her eyes. "I hope that there are things that I've never considered which I'm going to explore with you. I've been thinking all day since we left your home about us and I want to come here... to somewhere close to you, maybe as project manager to the new headquarters - I don't know what the job will be, but I find myself feeling things I'd only dreamed about. I do love you Emma," she takes a deep breath, and after a brief pause, blurts, "Now!" She shakes herself out of her thoughtful pose and suggests that we 'go get fed'. The food is good; a homemade foie gras on chunky bread is followed by a dish described as Mediterranean paella, which arrives at the table on its own trolley in a huge flat pan full of shrimp and octopus, saffron rice, peas and peppers, along with mussels still in their shell and a lobster chopped roughly into eight chunks on the top. The place is only half full as we finish the main course; as the waitress clears our plates Matsui asks for the dessert menu. A couple of minutes later a tall thin man in a full chef's suit, including tall white hat, stops by our table. In a French accent too gruff to be Canadian, he asks us if we enjoyed the paella that he had cooked for us. Both of us were quick to show our appreciation; he seemed pleased and asked if we liked chocolate. On learning that we did, he left us. A few moments later, the waitress asked us to be patient as the chef prepared our dessert, assuring us that the wait would be worthwhile. We talk; with every passing minute and every new disclosure, I become more and more convinced that I have found my soul mate. For a moment I become scared that there were a thousand reasons and ways that our lives might have never collided with each other, that I might have missed out on it all. But I remind myself that I haven't, that I'm here with her right now. Twenty minutes later the dessert arrives in two martini glasses. Dark, almost black, the waitress announces it as Chef Breton's chocolate mousse. If there is a sin against the reputation and skill of all other chefs in history, then this is it. Hardly sweet but totally chocolate, it is mostly bubbles and yet it is so rich that your tongue and every taste bud tells you it must be bad for you. Before we have finished, each in reverent silence, the chef arrives back at our table, he holds a finger to his lips and encourages us to finish. Nothing short of death could have stopped me. He walks us to the car and invites us to visit again; we assure him that we will. The journey back to the hotel is over before we have even vaguely recovered from the dessert. The suite is lit but empty, the huge fridge bulging with platefuls of food. We crack into a bottle of Krug that we find chilling in one of the doors and take our glasses out onto the patio. The night is warm without being hot and sweaty and here, away from the streetlights of town, there are countless stars in the cloudless sky. While I'm looking up Matsui makes her way to the edge and starts to peruse the now lit windows below our level. In the background I hear her voice without being able to discern what it is that she is saying; I decide that it must be her asking for a refill so I wander back inside to collect the bottle and its ice bucket. She comes in from outside as I'm on my way back out. I notice that she seems eager or flustered about something. "Come and have a look what we can see..." We stop to leave the champagne on the table; she takes my hand and leads me to the edge of the patio at the far end of the roof. Only a few of the windows have the curtains drawn to shield the rooms from our prying eyes. "The restaurant and conference centre are on the third and fourth floors this side, so they feel safe... does this feel deliciously naughty to you?" I nod my head as she leads me on. "There're a couple of hopefuls and at least one definite - check these two out" I follow the line of her arm. Two floors below at the corner of the building, the forms of two bodies naked and wrapped in each other's arms tangle in a distressed-looking sheet. It takes a few seconds before I realize that they're both women. Before, it had felt naughty - schoolgirl kind of naughty; now it feels like a sexy, smutty kind of naughty. The Red Sports Car Ch. 03 She pulls up the hem of my skirt from behind me, running her other hand between my legs against the thin gusset of my knickers. "I have to fuck you while we watch them." Her fingers push aside the material and rub along the line of my slit; I push back against them, wanting them inside me. The scene changes as one of the two women gets onto her hands and knees, her arse facing me. Her partner climbs behind her before tracing a line with her tongue up her thighs to the curve of her behind. She spreads the cheeks before her and then plunges her face between them. "Oh yes... looks as if they like a little rimming as foreplay; have you ever tried that?" My heart is beating ten to the dozen as I shake my head in response to the question; she pushes the top of my body forward until I am bent onto the safety rail. In one move the skirt is up and over my back and the material of my panties pulled aside. Immediately I feel her warm breath on my arse cheeks, before she worms her way between them and I feel her tongue against my back door. The sensation is staggering; I can feel the rapid approach of an orgasm. Below us, the woman on her hands and knees falls forward onto her elbows; as she does I realise that she is young. Her hands grip the bottom sheet as an orgasm overtakes her. I know that I am not far behind her, and as I start to pass beyond the realms of control she brings her partner up so that they can kiss once more. As they do they break for a second, and that's when I realise that the one who had been doing the arse licking was none other than my elder daughter, Kira. Too late to think straight, I come hard, pushing my tits into the railing. I reach behind me as if I'm trying to get more of Matsui into the space occupied by her tongue. As I struggle, I realise that my daughter has stood and is drawing the curtains; as she does, she looks up... straight into my eyes. To be continued... Once again my sincere thanks for the time, guidance and editing that hotti provides. The Red Sports Car Ch. 04 Panic! Somewhere inside there's panic; it's trying to get out but there's a tongue still lathering my arse that's got my attention right now and the orgasm that it's giving me is overwhelming any kind of argument that my normal self might be trying to put forward. Nobody has ever even played with my arse before, and for the dozenth time in the last two days I've discovered another layer of pleasure that I had previously denied myself. God it's so good - dirty, naughty, horny, good; wicked-to-the-bone good. Her fingers and short nails dig into the curves of my butt cheeks and Matsui takes a break from her rimming to bite each side - a nibble, another harder bite, and another; her nails scrape down the back of my thighs sending shivers up and down the length of my body. My legs feel momentarily weak and I worry that they might stop holding me up, but her hands return to a more supporting role as she rises, biting at my spine as she does, making her way to each side of my neck. "Did you like that? Do you like my tongue in your arse?" Her questions are interrupted by the ring from my cell phone which is on the table a few metres behind me. As my wonderful Asiatic lover hears it, she stops her biting and fondling, pulling my skirt back down to cover the scene of her recent conquest. "You'd better get that ... it might be one of your daughters." Now the panic starts to make its dreaded way through to the forefront of my mind. There's no time to explain what I'd just witnessed and anyway, I had shelved that in itself for later evaluation... down-prioritised by a brain that had only recently become a full member of the hedonists' clique. As I staggered back to where my purse lay on the patio table, I was trying desperately to pull myself together enough to compose answers for whom I just knew had to be calling. "Hello?" "Mum? It's Kira. Where are you mum? Were you spying on me? What's going on? What did you see?" My mind is reeling and I feel too confused to answer the rapid fire questions. She starts again. "Mum - are you there mum? What are you doing on the roof? Is that the penthouse suite? I need to talk to you, Mum." There's a slight pause, still not enough time for me to formulate a reply. "We're coming over, Mum... I want an explanation!" The phone link is cut and I try desperately to work out some order to my thoughts. "Matsui, help... it's my eldest..." I flutter my hand vaguely in the direction of the railing. "We've been watching my eldest daughter, and she saw me. She's on her way over. Oh my god! What am I going to say?" "Did it turn you on? Because if the answer is yes, then maybe you should explain that to her. Is it still turning you on? Even after you realised that it was her and her girlfriend?" I can't get my head round her questions either; she wasn't saying anything that I might have expected her to say. But they sank in. My pussy was swimming with cum and it hadn't even been touched. I thought quickly. Yes! I was still turned on with the unexpected pleasure of my voyeuristic act. My god, what was I becoming? Getting turned on watching my daughter make out - someone to whom I had given birth and suckled at my breast. I had to clench my thighs together as the realisation of a different me produces yet further stimulation to once more threaten my balance. I lean heavily on the table; as I do, Matsui is behind me and her arms enclose me. Her voice is reassuring as she first kisses and then speaks into my ear. "We can play this anyway that you want. Do you think that she could see what I was doing to you? If we're going to hide the truth from her, then we'd better get our stories straight." "I've never lied to her... I'm so scared about starting now. She asked me if I was spying on her. We've got no time to make up a story; she's only going to take a minute to get dressed before she'll be here. Christ, I need more time! This is a serious head-fuck." She takes my hand and turns me to face her. "I love you and want to learn to love your family as well. I am here to support you in any way that I can. Let's go inside and try to calm ourselves just a little before she gets here." Back inside she makes her way to the bar. "A little something to calm your nerves? A scotch?" "Vodka please... is there any juice?" "Of course, there's some of everything laid on here." She delivers a tall glass, even puts ice in it. She taps hers to mine and raises it to her lips. "Salut!" I gulp a mouthful before she removes the glass from my hand and places it, with hers, back on the bar. Then her arms are around me again and I can feel the warmth from her body against mine. Her hands rub up and down my back gently and slowly I melt to her lips. Perhaps, for the first time since we'd met, our lips meet without their foremost motivation being lust or urgent hunger. This time the kiss is gentle; I realise that I don't think that I have ever felt so loved. Every second of it helps rebuild my shattered confidence. I realise how much I had changed - and was still changing - the moment I felt myself becoming more turned on than worried. Before I have a chance to re-examine what is going on in my head, the telephone by the door rings. Matsui lets go of me and walks briskly to answer it. "Yes? Yes of course, send her up. Pardon me? Yes, send both of them up." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I recognise the girl who's with Kira; it's Stephanie, her best friend since junior high. They both look mad as all hell. Before they can speak, Matsui does. "My name is Matsui; your mother is my guest here." Stephanie just glares at me, confusion and fear partners in her look. Kira's words come out in a rush. "What are you doing here? I thought you were at home with your new boyfriend!" "People don't usually mistake me for a boy," Matsui replied calmly. "Do you mind, I was trying to speak with my mother..." Kira started. "What do you mean? Are you - did you - is it your car?" "I'm absolutely sure," Matsui said wryly, "from what your mother and I both observed that you don't need it spelled out to you." "Why were you spying on us?" "No, you've got it wrong, we weren't here to spy on you; I started just looking in windows and dragged your mother over to see what I'd found. I didn't know that I was watching her daughter. It was the horniest thing I'd ever managed to clap eyes on and wanted to share it with the woman I've fallen in love with. She didn't realise that it was you and your... friend, until I was already following your example." Confusion is etched deep on the face of my wonderful daughter as she tries to collate what she is hearing with things that she feels she has been sure of all of her life. I walk towards the three of them; I feel that maybe now is the time for a hug. Before I get there Kira rushes towards Matsui and into her arms. Almost before I realise what is happening Stephanie is in mine. There are tears running down her face and there's a pleading and vulnerable anguished look across her features. The root of her anxieties is revealed by the rush of her words. "Please don't tell my folks, they just wouldn't understand... they just wouldn't. My dad thinks that gays should be treated with drugs in institutions, and if they were to discover that their only child is a filthy dyke, I don't know what would happen." I put my arms around her - I think it was to try and reassure her, but within seconds such thoughts are being overtaken by something more primal. I feel my nipples hardening and before I can withdraw so that she doesn't notice, hers react as well. Her face stops burying itself into my shoulder turns to look at mine, her eyes no longer weeping. No words. In a second her lips are against mine and her tongue is trying to worm its way between them. I pull her closer and open my lips at the same instant. Then everything is in a whirl. Steph and I, still without a single word, drop slowly to our knees, our tongues brash and urgently seeking to stimulate each other. Her hands are trying desperately to work my skirt down past my hips. STOP! The voice screams inside my head and my lips withdraw from the kiss. This is my daughters' girlfriend; she bites at my neck, still pushing my skirt down towards my knees and the floor. I have played tennis with her mother for ten years. Over her shoulder, as one of her hands pushes my panties down and the other reaches under my top to my tits and their erect nipples, I can see Matsui and Kira. Holy fuck! But that's horny. They stand in profile to Steph and I; Kira's arms are around my lover, pulling the two of them closer to each other until there is no gap visible between their two bodies. Matsui is holding both sides of Kira's face as the two of them hungrily kiss. They suddenly break apart and start to undress themselves. Clothing falls in a minor multi-coloured flurry; it is as if they are alone as they merge back into each other's arms. Matsui has one hand behind Kira's neck and as their kissing restarts the other has snaked its way down her back to the bubble of her backside; it flattens as it follows the curve before Matsui dips her middle finger into the cleft between Kira's cheeks. Kira's hands completely cover Matsui's small breasts, her fingers gripping then pushing, digging in and drawing back to pull at the tall hardened nipples. Steph has found her targets and simultaneously her hands attack my left tit and the sopping morass that she has found in my panties. There is no subtlety to her advances; I feel my breast being squeezed hard enough to make me wince momentarily, she looks up at my face for an instant before continuing, one then two fingers push past my pussy lips and invade my insides. Hard, deep in, to the knuckles, then out, another one is added and three slam back into me. "Urgh!" I grunt. Back out and the three become four. Oh god! Out again to be joined by her thumb. In the next fraction of a second an alarm warning goes off in my head, it'll be too much, too large, I'll be split in two, I should stop her, but there isn't time before her entire hand slams back up into my cunt, it doesn't even slow down at her knuckles and I look between us as her entire hand disappears into me. "Argh!" This time a low scream. But it's not pain; an orgasm races at light speed to overwhelm me and I fall forward to her. She pushes me back but it's too hard and I go beyond upright and fall backwards, my knees slip out from underneath me as I land on my elbows. She grabs my boob and pushes hard and I'm flat on my back legs bent knees in the air. Her hand is still inside me and she forms a fist beyond the entrance to my vulva, the expansion inside me sends another shock orgasm through me. I gasp for my breath, only able to take in small amounts of air between the rushes of my orgasms. Now her fist doesn't leave the confines of my body and she pushes it towards the tight neck of my womb before withdrawing it until her wrist appears outside my body. Holy shit! That was in beyond half way to her elbow. In and out, clenching and unclenching her fist, spreading her fingers until they are pushing in different directions against the inner walls to my pussy. In and out, she increases the rate. She is still kneeling, now between my thighs, still as fully clothed as when she had arrived in Matsui's suite. She lets go of my breasts and pulls herself into a more upright position, one where she can more fully observe the treatment that her other hand was giving to my cunt. I reach down my body to where I can feel her arm at its juncture with my dripping insides. I start to rub at my clit, but she reaches my hand with hers and pushes it away. I stare at her, wondering why she did that. Her other hand flattens before dropping rapidly towards my clit. Slap! But her aim is off and her fingers only attain half contact with their target; it does the job though and immediately my body twists and lifts as another, more intense orgasm sends lights to flashing in front of my eyes. Slap, again and again as her fist simultaneously pushes in and out, all the way to my cervix. "Fuck me! Oh, my god fuck me harder! Smack my clit, yeah, oh yeah." My fingers grab at my own nipples, twisting and pulling until they send signals of red hot pleasure to add to the flashing lights that the overloading of my senses is causing. My entire body flushes: hot, cold hot. I can't seem to get enough air in with each breath and I can only hear a dull roaring, the sound of distant surf in my ears. Then fireworks, nothing distant about them, in fact I seem to be in the middle of the display. "That was awesome! My god, but you come real good; Miss Thornton, do you think you could do some of that for me?" Her words, whispered in to my ear, bring me back to some more ordered sense of reality. I open my eyes and she is leaning over my prone form, my knees are no longer up; my legs akimbo, I am completely naked and she is undoing buttons on her blouse as she speaks. "You've made me so hot Miss Thornton, this is so naughty. I want to cum so bad, will you make me come, Miss Thornton?" Her words remind me of a million taboos that we seem to be ignoring and the reminder makes me turn my head to see what Kira and Matsui might be doing. Matsui is on splayed knees and elbows with her head dipped between my daughters open thighs. Kira is pulling my Matsui's crotch down onto her face, her fingernails digging into the flawless flesh of my beautiful lover of these last two days. As I watch, her head pushes up so that she can reach the deep brown puckered entrance to Matsui's arse with her tongue. She turns and for a second I am scared, but now she smiles with her eyes before shuddering, half closing her eyes and emitting a moan from around her busy tongue. My beautiful daughter was coming on my lover's tongue right there, next to me. As I look back Stephanie has removed the last of her clothes, discarding a red thong onto the pile beside her feet. She glances for a moment at her girlfriend and my lover before turning back to me. "I like to be bitten and slapped, please miss; I love it when Kira chews on my clit." Then she moves until she is standing astride of my waist. As she drops to her knees she starts to shuffle forward until her pussy starts to dominate my view; her nether lips are dainty, just a puckered line through the light covering of strawberry blond hair that covers them. They glisten and as I watch a drip of her juices gathers on the slope of her labia to drop into the valley between my breasts. Her lips are being lowered to mine; her hands reach down and hold the top of my head. Just as my tongue reaches out for first contact with this nineteen year old beauty's gorgeous cunt, another drop forms, this time on the other labia and it lands on the tip. Different from Matsui's (the only other pussy I had ever tasted), Steph has a taste not of apples and honey but of elderflower with a backing of a slightly tart redcurrant. Immediately I crave more of this ambrosia and reach around her to grip the small rounded cheeks of her bum to pull her closer. My approach is too dainty for her liking and as I gently pull, she roughly thrusts. Her cunt is against my mouth, I slip my tongue out to lap at the dew that I see on the edges of her hidden cunt and she thrusts again. This time my teeth are pressed against her lips. "Bite my pussy Miss, bite it to make me come real good!" I open my mouth wider to comply with her request, mashing at the outsides of her cunny; as I do her clit engorges and grows until it becomes visible. My top teeth graze it as it appears and her body jerks upwards and then back down for more. I capture her clitoris by sucking at it with my lips, once inside the confines of my mouth I set my teeth to chatter on her hot spot. Her body arches back and up, she's still holding my head with both hands so my mouth remains clamped onto her cunt. "Yes Miss! Yes Miss, you're making me come, Miss Thornton!" Rapid fire thrusts as if she's trying to cram more of herself between my teeth and she comes. Her juices flood out and I manage to catch them so that they form a pool in my mouth. I bite back down onto her clit, this time maybe a little harder than before; she shrieks as another orgasm rips through her, and I bite again after a few seconds and she pulls away. She falls forward of my head her pussy still pulsating visibly just on the periphery of my vision. She comes again, mechanically clutching at herself as she does. My god, doing that to her has made me feel so powerful! I turn over and get up onto my hands and knees. Her breathing heaves and sobs, her head is down resting on her arms, but her arse is in the air, held up, there for my perusal. My hands find and roughly pull apart those petite buns exposing a sight that almost made me come on the spot. Her arse puckered and then winked at me; I slather and drool like a running dog, biting at that most forbidden of places, as I do she comes again, and again, over and over as I chew at the same place I had seen my daughter performing a rim job, less than half an hour earlier. My efforts have run her right out of steam and she continues to shake and make subdued squeaking noises against her forearms for minutes after I have stopped. As I straighten up from my endeavours I can see beyond the wasted teenager to where my daughter and my lover are also now so sensitized that even touching each other anywhere seems to spark another round of orgasms. Matsui is stoking Kira's hair and Kira is gradually curling up, kitten-like against her. My, oh my! It's still not even that late on Saturday night... and maybe we have the rest of our lives to see where we get to next. -------------------------------------- May I express my warmest appreciation for the help from my editor Hotti The Red Sports Car Ch. 05 This chapter is dedicated to mummy's dirty angel... * * * * * * A month later and... Today's the day that Matsui's moving into my home... she's hardly been back to Hong Kong since the day that we met. But I haven't seen her for ten long days while she packed her home in Asia and have missed her more than I ever hoped to miss anyone, this is love and I love having it in my life again after such a long gap without it. Colours seem brighter, scenery more wondrous and food tasted better. But it hasn't all been plain sailing. My girls and I live in a small community whose more staid members are not at all happy about the 'perverts' who seem to have infiltrated their social strata. For a while it looked as if I might even have problems at work, but I confronted everybody who seemed to have an issue with my circumstances and forced them to examine their own prejudices; it's harder to be a bigot after any problems were pointed out to be theirs not mine. I had worried how my youngest daughter Genie was going to take the news that her mother had fallen in love with a beautiful Chine lady. I needn't have, as Kira told her before I'd got back from my dirty first weekend away at Matsui's suite. Kira and Genie met me at the front door when I arrived home from work on Monday evening; Kira had her arm around Stephanie, Genie was holding hands with Annalee her study partner - who seemed to spend half her life at her house. I didn't need a script to work it out... Mum was the last to discover her true sexual orientation; my girls had been hiding theirs from me for fear of offending or hurting me: Kira for five years, Genie for three. We talked, the six of us, and decided that we had entered a new episode in our lives. The most important thing to all of us was that we agreed that we had to tell each other of any fears or worries just as soon as they came up. Matsui, quiet at first as she gave my family and I the chance to clear the air if it needed it, took the conversation into discussing specifics rather than generalities. We decided that what we did in our private lives was not open to the scrutiny and criticism of those outside of the group and that we owed it to ourselves to find and follow whatever it was that made us happy.