1 comments/ 152218 views/ 9 favorites The Ski Lodge: First Night By: quinn rogan (Author's note – from time to time, in this story, there will be references to previous experiences enjoyed by Janet and Mary. More (intimate!) details of these can be found in my stories – "New Year's Revelations" and "One Night at a Party".) Their breath frosting in the chill late afternoon air, they tumbled out of the SUV, and Pete fiddled, frustratingly, with the key to the impressive timber-built lodge. "However did you get this place?" Mary asked Janet, as they hopped from one foot to the other, trying to keep warm. "A friend of Pete's father owns it, and he lent it to him for a couple of weeks. Pete's parents were supposed to be coming with us, but they can only come for one week, now, so we've got the place to ourselves till next Saturday," Janet replied, in between exhorting her husband to 'get a move on' opening the door. "Oh, you're lucky," said Mary. "We've only got the one week – we go home on Saturday." At that, the door swung open, at last, and the four of them hurried inside. The log fire in the open-plan living-area was still alight, but only just, and Pete and Charlie went out through the back door for more logs, while their wives set about preparing the much-needed coffee. "So," said Janet, "how did you enjoy your first day's skiing?" "I thought it was wonderful," giggled Mary, recollecting the number of times she had slid down the nursery slopes on her behind. "How about you?" "Aye, I enjoyed it," smiled Janet, in her East of Scotland brogue. "I'm really glad we met you two, though – I'd have felt a real idiot if Pete and I had been the only adults falling about all over the place! Mind you, Howie was very patient, wasn't he?" "Oh, yes," agreed Mary. "Although he isn't how I pictured a ski instructor! He's a bit older than I thought they were – and a bit skinnier! He's very nice, though – and he obviously knows what he's doing." Janet looked at her, quizzically. "He seemed to know what he was doing with you OK, anyway," she commented, drily. Mary coloured up. She had thought no-one had noticed. The first time Howie had helped her to her feet, she had wondered if the contact of his hands on her breasts was accidental, but there had no question about it, second time around. As his hands slid under her armpits to lift her from the snow, they had definitely cupped her breasts, and squeezed them – and, as Mary had struggled to regain her standing position, with Howie behind her, there had been no mistaking the hard ridge she had felt, momentarily, pressing against her bottom. It was odd, Mary thought, how she saw these things differently, in the last year. Almost her first thought, after she was back on her feet, was how Charlie would enjoy hearing about how the ski instructor had copped a sneaky feel of his wife's tits. She would wait till they were back home, of course, before she told him, and then, between them, they would conjure up a story in which things would go much further ... But, for Janet's benefit, she laughed lightly and said – "Yes, I suppose he's used to picking up 'damsels in distress'! Anyway, I liked him – I'm glad he's coming tonight." "Aye – he should be good company. I bet he's got a lot of stories!" said Janet. "I bet, if we're anything to go by!" laughed Mary. "It was very good of you to invite us back for dinner, too – thanks. And you're sure you've got enough food, and so on?" "Oh, yes," said Janet. "It's just a couple of bottles of wine – and Pete's malt whisky – we're short of, and the boys can pick that up in town when they go down." "Aye, we can't manage without a bottle of Highland Park," put in Pete, as he lumbered through the kitchen with an armful of logs. "Are you sure you'll be OK on that road?" asked Mary. "It'll be dark before you get there – and there's fresh snow falling." "Ach, we'll be OK," pronounced Pete, dismissively. "It's only about a 40-minute run – and we're used to snow, in Scotland. We'll be back by the time you two have got the dinner on." Dropping his load of logs on the hearth, Charlie took the cup of coffee Janet handed him, and gratefully sank into a chair. "This is a great place," he said, looking round. "You should see the pokey little hotel room we've got, in the town." It was on the tip of Janet's tongue to suggest that Mary and Charlie join them to stay at the lodge for the rest of the week, but, just in time, she bit back her invitation. After all, they had only met the other couple that morning, and, although they all seemed to get on very well, it might be advisable to get to know them a little better before making a commitment she might regret. Also, she thought, there might be definite advantages to having the place to themselves, as a delicious memory flitted across her mind's eye of how she and Pete had rolled around, naked, in the snow the previous night before he chased her inside and took her, ferociously, on the rug in front of the roaring log fire ... She looked up and caught his eye, and he grinned. She knew that he knew what she had been thinking, and a pleasurable shiver ran through her. She dropped her eyes, aware that her face was reddening, and glad that it was still flushed from the day's exertions on the slopes. "Right!" said Pete, standing up. "The sooner we get away, the sooner we'll be back. Ready, Charlie?" "Sure am!" responded Charlie. The girls accompanied them to the door. The snow was falling quite heavily. "You be careful!" warned Janet. "No worries!" called Pete, as he swung up into the driver's seat. "Just get on with the cooking, woman!" The engine roared into life, and Charlie waved to Mary as they bumped across the rough ground towards the single-track road. "I'll give him 'cooking'" Janet growled, as the girls shut the door behind them. "I'm going to get some of this gear off, then have a big glass of wine, beside that fire, before I even think about cooking!" She led Mary into the second bedroom and showed her where everything was. Left alone, Mary took off her outer layers, but decided to keep her jeans and jersey on, meanwhile. She was still a little chilled from the afternoon in the cold, and the jeep had been a bit draughty. She returned to the living area. Janet was pouring two large glasses of sparkling white wine. She was still wearing her tight ski-pants, but had donned a red polo-neck sweater. She was quite tall – about five foot eight inches to Mary's five-four – and, Mary thought to herself, she was 'handsome', rather than pretty, with her long black hair and well-defined features. She was still wearing her glasses, which made her look a little severe. She's got a lovely figure, though, thought Mary, taking in the other girl's high, firm breasts and shapely buttocks, and her slim waist and straight shoulders. "I bet she strips well," she thought – and then was surprised at the surge which ran through her, as her imagination pictured Janet, undressed. It was such an unusual reaction that her legs sagged a little, and she sat down rather quickly, and heavily. Janet looked up, concerned. "Are you OK?" she asked, carrying the glasses over. "Yes, thanks," mumbled Mary. "I think I'm maybe just a bit tired – all that exertion!" "Yes," laughed Janet, "skiing gets to the parts other activities don't reach! Cheers, anyway," she added, holding up her glass. "Yes – cheers," responded Mary. "Here's to a good evening!" "Aye," came the reply. "If those two make it back! My Pete's not the Formula One driver he claims to be – and that snow's getting quite heavy ... Anyway, we'll manage fine by ourselves, if need be – and they can always bunk up in our hotel room, if need be – if they get stuck in the town!" "Oh," said Mary. "Do you really think …?" "No – not really. They should be OK," said Janet, dismissively. "Unless, of course," she added, "they fancy a night down there, on their own!" Mary didn't know quite how to take that, so she just nodded, and took another mouthful from her glass, which, to her mild surprise, emptied it. Janet noticed and, emptying her own, stood up to go into the kitchen, to fetch the bottle. Mary couldn't help noticing the sway of Janet's hips as she passed in front of her, and felt, again, a little frisson of excitement. She had never experienced this reaction to someone of her own sex, before, and it alarmed her. Inevitably, her mind was dragged back to the night, last summer, when she had found herself sexually 'sandwiched' between her friend, Beverley, and Bev's husband, Tony, and recalled that it had been Beverley who had pulled off Mary's bra and put her hands on her exposed breasts. Mary had sensed, dimly, then, that, although Beverley had ostensibly been exposing her friend's breasts for Tony's pleasure, Bev had derived some stimulus, herself, from feeling them and, at the same time, pressing her own large, bared breasts against Mary's naked back. At the time, with her hand closing round Tony's stiff, excited erection, Mary's attention had been focussed on the heterosexual elements of that encounter, but later contemplation had called to mind Beverley's references to 'girl/girl' encounters from her school and college days. But Mary had not dwelt on these with any sense of envy – so why this reaction to Janet, now? Coming back to the present, Mary realised that Janet had refilled her glass, and was speaking to her. "Sorry!" she said, with an embarrassed half-laugh. "I was somewhere else, then!" "Aye," came the thoughtful reply, "and it looked like an interesting place! I was saying – you've no worries about Charlie, on the loose in the town, then?" "Oh, no," laughed Mary, genuinely, this time. "Quite the reverse, actually!" Janet's face lit up with a gleam of interest. "Now, what can you possibly mean by that?" she asked. Mary blushed, and took another drink. "Oh, nothing, really." But when the other girl stayed silent and continued to look at her, speculatively, sitting forward, holding her glass in her cupped hands, Mary felt compelled to go on. "Well – it's just – he's more interested in – what I do, than doing it with other girls, himself." Janet stayed silent, a little frown of concentration on her high brow, an eyebrow arched in further query. Mary felt as if she was digging a hole she couldn't get out of, and tried to end the discussion. "It's hard to explain," she said, with an attempt at a shrug. "And not worth the bother!" "No," said Janet, unexpectedly, and Mary noticed that the knuckles of the fingers gripping the glass had turned white. "No," Janet repeated, "I think I maybe know where you're coming from, on this one. Do you mean – he likes you to … tell him things?" "Well – something like that," said Mary, feeling very uncomfortable. "Oh, it's just 'pillow-talk' – it's nothing, really." Janet leaned back, and carefully put her glass down on a little table beside her, then leaned forward again towards Mary. "Can I tell you something?" she said. "I'm not quite sure why I want to, but I've got a feeling we've got a lot in common, you and I, and there's something I'd like to 'run by' you." Mary could sense a tension in the other girl's voice and, although she felt they might be straying into dangerous territory, she nodded. Janet reached for her glass, and took another drink. "Just over a year ago," she said, "Pete got a bit the worse for wear at a New Year party and a friend of his helped me to put him to bed, in our flat in Edinburgh. His friend – his name was Hugh – stayed for a cup of coffee, and – well – one thing led to another and we started kissing." She stopped, and drained her glass. "It went further than that – much further. A girl at the party had got a bit drunk and done a dance where she ended up topless and – well, that's how I ended up with Hugh. I was stripped to the waist and Hugh was – well, you know, kissing and touching me – and then I realised his hand was inside my panties, and I wanted him to go even further!" "Then, we heard a noise, and I came back to my senses and bundled Hugh out of the flat. The noise turned out to be Pete, getting up to go to the toilet, and, when he came out, just after Hugh had left, he was more randy than he'd been for ages." She stopped and reached for her glass. Seeing it empty, she refilled it, took a long swallow and put it down again. Now feeling uncomfortably warm, Mary pulled off her heavy sweater and also had another drink. "He seemed to have sobered up completely," continued Janet, "and he practically dragged me into the bedroom. I found out, later, that he saw me, with Hugh, and, instead of making him mad, it turned him on! While he was making love to me, he started asking questions about me – with other men. He had never spoken about that before, but now he wanted to know about when I had had my first sexual experiences – getting my breasts felt for the first time – feeling a hand in my knickers – touching a guy's penis – that sort of thing." "And it really turned him on! And, even more surprisingly, he wanted to know if I had let anyone touch me, since we had been married and, when I said I had, I thought he'd explode with excitement, and begged me to tell him all the details!" She fell silent, then smiled and said – "Am I getting warm?" Mary looked at her, still trying to take in what she had heard. She spoke, hesitantly, her voice low, as though she was in fear of being overheard. "Charlie saw me with someone's hand up my sweater one night – at a party. It was a friend of ours – called Billy. It wasn't the first time I had let him do that – in fact, I had let one or two men do it, at parties, before ... " Janet interrupted – "You mean – let them feel your breasts?" "Yes," Mary lowered her eyes, her face glowing. "Did you let them feel - inside your bra?" "Yes – sometimes," said Mary. "I enjoyed it, too – I've always enjoyed having my breasts touched, and I thought Charlie was probably doing it, too – with their wives!" "And he wasn't?" laughed Janet. "He says he wasn't," affirmed Mary. "And I think that's true, although I know some of the other girls did – do that." "How many of them got to feel yours?" asked Janet, her tongue running round her parted lips. Mary thought, carefully. "Six, I think," said Mary. "We go to quite a lot of parties!" Janet looked across at Mary, a reflective smile on her face. "I'm not surprised you're popular," she remarked – then held her hand up. "Oh, I'm sorry – I didn't mean, because you let them feel you up – I meant because you've got lovely breasts. I hadn't seen them before you took off your sweater, but – well, they're really – well, lovely!" She was now studying the front of Mary's white t-shirt quite openly and frankly, and Mary felt the heat coursing through her body. In an agony of embarrassment, she felt her nipples involuntarily pucker and harden. She wished she had been leaning forward, like Janet, but she couldn't move, now – it would be too obvious. She hoped that Janet hadn't noticed the swellings growing against the thin material of her shirt. "Did you go any further – with any of them?" asked Janet. Her eyes were bright with aroused interest. Mary's embarrassment increased, as her mind flashed back to the night in Beverley's kitchen ... "Not really – well, not at these parties," she replied, then, seeing next Janet's next question framing itself on her lips, hastily carried on. "You see, although Charlie likes hearing about me – being touched – he doesn't like the thought of me – well, going 'all the way' with somebody. Although I did come very close, one time ..." Then she hastily added – "Anyway, how about you – when did Pete tell you he saw you – with Hugh?" Janet leaned back, a reflective smile on her lips. She drained her glass again, and poured refills for both of them. "Well, not at the time," she said, quietly. "It was only after – you know, I can't believe I'm telling you this. I've never told anyone before." "Well," said Mary, "don't go on if you don't want to – but, we do seem to have a lot in common, and – I'm telling you things, too, that I've never talked about with anyone else." "Aye," murmured Janet. "It is good to just talk about it all. Well, the fact is – Pete actually set me up to – have sex – with Hugh, while he watched!" Mary's mouth fell open. "Did you do it?" she asked. Janet nodded, a dreamy reminiscent smile on her face. "It happened like this," she started, then told Mary about the night Pete had brought Hugh home, after their evening of playing pool. When Janet had finished, Mary's eyes were like saucers, her cheeks flushed. "And then he admitted he had spied on you, with Hugh, at New Year?" "Yes," said Janet, " but when he saw Hugh's hand inside my panties, he took fright and made a noise, to stop us." "Why?" asked Mary. "Well, he thought I was going to let Hugh – you know – fuck me, and he didn't think he could handle that, so ... " "But I don't understand," said Mary. "If he didn't want Hugh to – do it – then, why did he ...?" "He changed his mind," said Janet, simply, then added, "just like Charlie will!" A surge ran through Mary. "Do you think so?" she whispered. "Yes, I do," came the reply. "It's only a question of time. Tell me – have you ever wanted to feel another guy's cock inside you? Never mind Charlie, or what he would say – how about you?" "Honestly?" said Mary. "Honestly!" said Janet. "I'd really love to fuck Billy," Mary said. "I came close – very close – to it, one night on the beach. He had his finger inside me, and he made me come, and then he wanted me to masturbate him, but we were disturbed and … well, it didn't happen. But it's probably just as well, because – because – oh, Janet, I really did want to fuck him!" "So – if you hadn't been disturbed – you would have let him have you?" "I'm honestly not sure. I don't think I would, but I was pretty far gone, that night." "But it's because of Charlie, that you wouldn't have – not because you didn't want to?" "Yes, I suppose so. Well – yes, definitely, because I really did want it that night, with Billy." "How about now? Now that you know how Charlie feels?" "Well," said Mary, "he still doesn't want me to – actually fuck other men." "But how about you? Whose body is it?" asked Janet. "What?" said Mary. "Listen," said Janet. "It's your body, isn't it – not Charlie's! At the end of the day, it's up to you whether you have sex with someone – or not, as the case may be. I didn't fuck Hugh because Pete wanted me to – it was because I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to feel his cock inside me. I'm not saying I would have let him fuck me, on the side, without Pete knowing, but I certainly didn't just fuck him because Pete wanted me to. And I think, if I was you, and I got another chance to fuck Billy, I'd take it. Charlie doesn't own you, Mary – especially now." "I've thought a lot about this," she went on, warming to her subject. "Pete – and Charlie – have 'moved the goalposts' on this. We're not 'classic' married couples, now. If our men like the idea of us with other men, they can't set the limits. We're free individuals, and Charlie can't tell you to suddenly squeal a maidenly 'No' at Billy when you're lying there, legs open, his hard cock nudging your vagina – just because Charlie says that's your limit!" She looked across at Mary, at the serious expression on the other girl's face, and suddenly started to giggle at the image her words conjured up. Mary's serious expression cracked and, within seconds, they were convulsed with laughter. Doubled up in mirth, they finally ended up on the rug, rolling around hysterically, their laughter re-doubling in intensity each time one caught the other's eye. At last, they calmed down and lay flat on their backs, side by side, gradually controlling their giggles. Janet took a deep breath and propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at her friend. The Ski Lodge: First Night "Well, that's what I think, anyway," she said, her voice still bearing a trace of the recent hysteria. "Yes – I think you're right," responded Mary, solemnly, controlling, with an effort, the temptation to burst out laughing again. "No – you are right, Janet," she went on. "It's my body – I control who touches it – and, whatever! Mind you, when I'm with Billy, I think it controls me!" She looked up at the other girl. Janet was watching her with a curious intensity and, again, Mary felt a thrill course through her – a thrill she had previously experienced only when a man looked at her in that way. She wanted to sit up – she felt, somehow, vulnerable and exposed, lying on her back under the other girl's unblinking gaze – but her body was reacting to the expression on Janet's face and, somehow, she didn't want to break the spell… Dimly, Mary became aware of an unfamiliar sound – tinny, musical – then Janet muttered a low curse and jumped to her feet. She rushed into the kitchen, and Mary heard the sound of her voice, answering the telephone call. As Mary got to her feet, too, she staggered a little, and realised that the wine she had drunk had had more effect than she had been aware of. "That was Pete," said Janet, appearing in the kitchen doorway, clutching the now silent mobile in her hand. As she spoke, she crossed the room briskly and peered out into the evening. The sky was full of falling snowflakes. "They're stuck in the town," Janet went on. "The mountain road's closed till the morning, when they can get the snowplough out. They're going to have to spend the night in your hotel room." Mary couldn't gauge her reaction to the news. In one way, she welcomed the chance to have a long, uninterrupted evening with Janet – but, in another .... But Janet had something else on her mind. "Pete obviously found a bottle of Highland Park," she remarked, drily. "Oh," said Mary. "Oh, well – if they're stuck down there ... " "Mmmm," said Janet, reflectively. "Aye – he had quite a lot to say ... " Then she metaphorically shook herself and said – "Look, we'd better get ourselves something to eat, before we put away any more of that wine!" Mary was slightly disappointed that what had been going on before the phone call seemed to have been dismissed from Janet's mind, but recognised the wisdom of having something to eat. "I'll come and help," she said, following the other girl into the kitchen – and inadvertently admiring the shape of her bottom in the tight jeans. They started preparing the vegetables, side by side, in silence, then Janet said – "Pete's asked Charlie to move your stuff up here tomorrow – he wants you to stay with us for the rest of the week." "Oh, Janet, I'm sorry!" cried Mary, stricken with embarrassment. "We can't do that!" "No – no," rejoined Janet. "It's not that – I was going to ask you, anyway. Although I was going to get Pete's OK, first!" Mary sensed that Janet was annoyed that she hadn't been consulted – come to that, Charlie hadn't thought of clearing it with her first, either! "No," Janet continued, her voice softening. She turned to look at Mary. "You know I'll love having you around for the rest of the week." She was looking into Mary's eyes. Mary flushed, and nodded. "Me, too," she whispered. Impulsively, Janet hugged her. It was a friendly gesture, no more, but Mary luxuriated in the feel of Janet's breasts pressed against her own. She wanted to return the hug – to hold Janet tighter – but she had a knife in one hand and a potato in the other, and thought better of it. Janet released her, with a final squeeze, and turned back to the worktop. "They've been talking – the two of them," she went on, as her fingers flew and the pile of sliced tomato grew. "I think they've found out what they have in common, too!" "Oh," said Mary, her cheeks flaming at the thought of Charlie telling Pete about – well …… "I think they're hatching plans ... ", Janet left her words hanging in the air. "Oh," Mary said, again, confused and unsure. This was all happening too quickly. First, the strange, magnetic attraction she felt every time her eyes lit on the tall Scottish girl at her side – and, now, the thought that Charlie might be planning – well, what? Wife-swapping? Janet suddenly flung down her knife. "Oh, I can't be bothered with all this," she said. "There's a frozen lasagne in the freezer – let's microwave it, and have another drink while we talk about this. You know what's on their minds, don't you?" She flung this over her shoulder as she strode through to the freezer. Without waiting for a reply, she returned and slid a huge lasagne in to the microwave, quickly punching the buttons. The light came on and the microwave hummed into life. "You know what they're thinking, Mary?" "Yes, I think so." "Well, how do you feel about that?" "Well," Mary tried to answer honestly. "To be honest, Janet – on a sexual level, I might actually enjoy it. I know he's your husband, but – well – Pete's rather nice, and, if we all got on as well as we have, so far – well, it could be pretty – exciting! Don't you think so? Don't you enjoy your 'bedtime talks' with Pete – imagining other men, and situations, and – things?" Janet looked at her in surprise. "So – you're all for it, then?" she said, opening a fresh bottle of wine, and carrying it back through to the living area. "I didn't say that," answered Mary, quietly, "but, on a sexual plane, the idea – excites me." She didn't mention that, for her, part of the excitement would be watching Charlie undress Janet and ... "But," she carried on, "I would want it to be as much our decision as theirs. And it will be – it can't happen unless we want it to happen. All I'm saying is that – I might want it to happen. How about you?" Janet chewed her bottom lip, then grinned, mischievously. "Aye – I might, too!" she responded. "But if it happens – it'll happen when we want it to – both of us – and not before! God, they've got a bloody cheek – the pair of them!" "Yes, they have," Mary agreed. But, already, her mind was racing ahead, picturing possible scenarios, and her breathing quickened. She took the glass Janet offered her, and sank into her chair again. "So," said Janet, sitting opposite her, "it looks like Charlie's overcome his reluctance for you to go 'all the way' with another man, then? I mean – they must have more than a bit of 'heavy petting' on their dirty little minds, then!" Mary laughed, nervously, and took a long sip from her glass. How would she actually feel when – if – the time came when she opened her legs to receive another man's cock? What was Pete's cock like – what if it was a lot bigger than Charlie's? She realised that she could always ask Janet. The thought made her giggle – she would have to have something to eat, soon! The phone rang, again. Janet had brought it through with her. She picked it up, punched a button, and said "Hello." An expression of surprise flitted across her face. "Oh, hi," she went on, then listened, her eyes widening – her mind, to the watching Mary, obviously racing. Janet glanced over at Mary, then away again. "Yeah, well, look, Howie," she said, at last. "It's – well, just give me a second to think." She held the phone against her breast, her eyes turned up to the ceiling. Mary had forgotten about the invitation to Howie, as well, but, if she had thought, would have assumed that Pete would have put him off, too. Janet put the phone to her mouth again. "No, that'll be fine, Howie. We'll see you in about half an hour – oh, by the way, I'm afraid it's just going to be frozen lasagne out of the microwave – is that OK?" "Fine – we'll see you then." She punched a button and pushed out a deep breath. "Well!" she said. "We've got company for dinner, after all. That was Howie – asking if he could bring Paul along – remember? – the Australian guy who dropped by just after lunch?" Mary did remember him – a tall, quiet man – probably in his early forties, like Howie. "But – didn't Pete tell Howie about ...?" "Apparently not," said Janet. "It must have slipped his mind – what with the excitement of getting a bottle of Highland Park this far from civilisation! Well, that's up to him ..." Her mild irritation at her husband was clearly re-surfacing. "Oh," she went on, "and Howie – and Paul – are leaving later tonight. They have to help out for the rest of the month at another ski-run about sixty miles away, so we won't be seeing Howie again." "Oh, that's a pity," said Mary, her disappointment genuine. She had been looking forward to Howie's help in her first faltering attempts at skiing. "Yes, I thought you'd be sorry to hear that," grinned Janet, a mischievous smiile lifting the corners of her mouth, which had turned down when she had been speaking about Pete, earlier. "Anyway," Janet said, briskly, "we've got half an hour to make ourselves presentable – I don't know about you, but I need a shower!" ................................................. "Well, that was great, girls," said Howie, putting his knife and fork back on his empty plate and draining his glass. "Yes – terrific," echoed Paul. "Thanks a lot! It was a lovely meal." "Our pleasure," smiled Janet, warmly. "I'm just glad there was enough to go round." Privately, Mary reflected that there had only been enough to go round because the two girls had restricted themselves to small helpings, but the men had brought two bottles of wine each and had both been delightful dinner-table companions. They each had a fund of stories about their adventures on the slopes, and there had been a lot of laughter during the meal. Janet had been in particularly good form, weighing in with some good tales of her own about her student days, back-packing in America, and making sure everyone's glass was kept topped up. Mary had noticed that, several times, she had looked directly in Paul's eyes when she was laughing, and, once or twice, had placed her hand over his when talking to him. Mary, herself, had felt more than a little drawn to the laconic Howie and had flushed when she caught him quietly regarding her, with a smile, when one of the others was talking. Janet cleared the plates away, then lifted the bottle once again and emptied it into the glasses. She shook it, to clear away the last drops, then sat down, still clutching it. Conversation had momentarily ceased and the others watched as Janet placed the bottle on its side in the middle of the empty table and twirled it. They watched as it spun round, slowly, then stopped, the mouth pointing at Paul. "Spin the bottle," said Janet, dreamily. "Did you ever play that? When you were kids? Question, truth or dare?" "Yeah," said Howie, with a slow smile, and Paul nodded his head. "It must be one of those 'international' games," he said. Mary looked at Janet's expression, and her insides tightened. Something was going on in her friend's mind ...... "So, Paul," said Janet, quietly. "It looks like you're 'it'. What do you want – question, truth or dare? You get one refusal – only one, mind." Paul raised his eyes and looked at her. He took a sip from his glass. "OK. Try me with a question," he said. "OK," said Janet, her tongue running round her lips. "You are married, aren't you?" He nodded. "So – have you ever cheated on your wife?" Paul laughed. "That's two questions – it's my turn, now!" Janet opened her mouth to protest, then laughed, too, as Paul seized the bottle and spun it. They were quiet as the bottle whirled round, then rested, facing Janet. Paul smiled. "Question?" he asked, and Janet nodded. "So, Janet – have you ever cheated on your husband?" he asked. "Not – as such," replied the girl, her face a little flushed, but meeting Paul's stare boldly. "Oh, I don't think that's a good enough answer, Janet." Paul appealed to the others. "No, that won't do, Janet," said Howie. He looked at Mary for support. Mary took another drink to fortify herself. She was unsure about where this was leading, but she could feel an excitement building up in her. She nodded her head. "I agree – you've got to explain – more." "OK," said Janet. "I did let a guy go further than he should have done one New Year, but – he didn't actually – make love to me." "But not far short of it?" pressed Paul. "Not very," agreed Janet, "but that's all I'm saying!" "Lucky guy!" said Paul, and his eyes raked over her upper body in frank admiration. Janet's thin yellow t-shirt was fairly tight and the firm mounds of her breasts were clearly visible. She reached forward and twisted the bottle. Mary felt her tension rise as it slowed, then stopped – but it was pointing at Howie. "Question, please," he said, his eyes amused. Janet looked at him and, once again, her pink tongue moistened her lips. "Right," she said. "Did you enjoy feeling Mary's breasts when you picked her up today?" To Janet's delight, Howie's face reddened, and she laughed. Mary felt her own face begin to burn, and hid it behind her glass. Howie blew out his cheeks, then grinned and said – "Well, of course I did! It's a perk of the job!" He wouldn't look at Mary, though, and, to forestall more questions, he twirled the bottle and they watched as it came to rest, facing Mary. Howie lifted an eyebrow, questioningly, and, on an impulse, Mary said – "I'll take truth." "What does that mean, exactly?" Howie asked Janet. "She has to tell the true story of something that's happened to her," replied Janet, then added – "shall I ask Mary this one? I know more about her than you do." Mary's heart sank, and Howie nodded. The evening had taken an entirely unexpected turn. He had not been disappointed to learn that Pete and Charlie were snowed up, leaving the two wives to entertain him and Paul, but he hadn't expected anything more than a pleasant meal and conversation. This situation was beginning to look – well, promising, at least. "OK," said Janet. "Tell us about the night on the beach, Mary." Mary turned fiery red, and shook her head. "Is that a refusal?" asked Janet. "Remember – you only get one, and we get to choose the next one – question ..." she hesitated "... or dare!" Having some idea of what Janet might come up with, next, Mary took a deep breath. "We were at a beach barbecue," she started, in a low voice, her eyes fixed on the motionless bottle in the middle of the table. "There was a bit of – horseplay – and a friend called Billy chased me into some trees and started kissing me. I kissed him back and – and, then, he touched my breasts and, after a while, well, he took off my top and began kissing me – there." She stopped, and raised her eyes. Her audience was rapt with attention and, although she didn't know it, each of the men was experiencing the beginning of an erection – and was glad of the table to hide it under. "Go on," insisted Janet. "There's more, isn't there?" "Yes," Mary almost whispered. "Then he began to touch me – down below. He put his hand inside my shorts and … and my panties and stroked me until … until ..." her voice trailed away. "... until you came!" Janet finished for her, and Mary agreed – "Yes." She spoke softly, her voice trembling. There was a short silence, then Paul said "Wow!" Janet leaned across the table and covered Mary's hand with hers, squeezing it. "Well done!" she said. "Right – it's your turn, now." Mary looked up and met the men's eyes. She could see that they both had a mental picture of that night on the beach and, suddenly, seeing the expressions on their faces, her spirits lifted and she chuckled as she gave the bottle a vigorous spin. She hoped it would point at Janet, but it settled on Paul. "Question," he said. "Oh, no," put in Janet. "It's got to be truth or dare, now – you've had your question already." "OK," replied Paul. "Truth." Mary thought for a second, then said – "OK, tell us about the last time you were unfaithful to your wife!" A slow reminiscent smile crossed Paul's face. He looked at Janet. "She was Scottish," he said. "We met at a conference and had dinner together. She was about my age – she came from a place called Tobermory – do you know it?" "Aye – it's on an island called Mull," said Janet, "but I've never been there." "Well, she talked a bit like you," said Paul, then laughed. "What's the joke?" asked Janet. "Oh, nothing," said Paul. "It's just – oh, I'll explain later. We got on very well during dinner. She seemed quite serious and sober at first, but when she lightened up, she got quite – flirtatious – and, when I walked her back to her hotel, she asked me up to her room for a cup of coffee." "When we got into her room, there wasn't much doubt about what we were going to do, and she turned out to be very passionate. We were both undressed in no time at all. She had glorious big round breasts and her pussy was completely shaved. You'd never have guessed, seeing her during the day, in her business suit, that there was a shaved pussy lurking underneath ..." He paused, and drank from his glass. "I brought her off – with my tongue – first of all," he went on. "She was very noisy, and – that's what I was laughing at, Janet. She made noises I had never heard before – sort of 'Unh! Unh! Unh!' – and she said that's what they did, in Scotland!" He looked straight at her and, for the first time that night, Janet was lost for words. She coloured up, and looked away. Paul's erection stiffened beneath the table, and he wondered … "What happened then?" asked Mary, her lips parted, eyes bright. "Well – what you'd expect, I suppose," said Paul, suddenly, it seemed, lost for words himself. "You know – the usual things." "Did she – you know – go down on you?" asked Mary, and Paul nodded, his eyes flickering towards Janet, who had regained her composure. "Do you still see her?" Janet enquired. "No – she went back to the UK," answered Paul. "We agreed we'd only have that week, and that would be it. We're both married and – well, neither of us wanted any – complications." "OK?" he went on, after a brief silence, in which each of them was busy with their own thoughts. Paul spun the bottle, slowly. Mary's heart raced as it came to rest, pointing at her. Still, she could still get away with just answering a question. "A question, please, Paul," she said. "Right," he said. He looked at her and grinned, evilly. "Honest answer?" he asked. Mary nodded, wondering what was coming – it couldn't be that bad, could it? "Did you like it when Howie squeezed your tits, today?" Mary's face flamed, and her mouth dried. She felt her nipples pucker and harden and a rush of moisture lubricated the channel between her tightly-compressed thighs. She wanted to look away, but gathered her courage and returned Paul's level stare. "Yes," she said, then turned to Howie. "I enjoyed it – quite a lot! I'm sorry you're leaving – I'll miss you." Howie stretched out a hand and ruffled her short dark hair, then he leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll miss you, too, Mary," he said, letting her go. "Another spin?" suggested Janet, hardly daring to believe the way things were working out. With trembling fingers, Mary twirled the bottle. Howie's mouth on hers had been strong and warm – she remembered the hardness of his erection pressing against her ski pants that afternoon as his hands had gently squeezed her breasts ... The neck of the bottle was pointing towards Janet. She looked at Mary, trying to figure out what her friend had in mind for her, but Mary looked distracted. "Truth," Janet said. Mary's mind raced. With a shock, she realised that she was trying to think of something which would push Janet and Paul closer together, so that she and Howie ...... The Ski Lodge: First Night Suddenly – "Can I make it three questions, instead?" said Mary. Janet looked surprised, then said – "OK." Crossing her fingers that she was on the right track, Mary asked – "When did you last shave – down there?" Involuntarily, Janet glanced over at Paul before answering, with a little blush – "Tonight, when I showered, before dinner!" For the first time that evening, she took off her glasses. Mary felt a little glow of success at having guessed correctly and, she hoped, having further whetted Paul's interest in her friend – if, indeed, it needed whetting! She was also aware of a personal curiosity about Janet's most intimate area, and her lips dried a little as she framed her next question. "Is it completely – bare?" "No." The monosyllabic reply was accompanied by an enigmatic smile, and another glance at Paul. "Oh," said Mary, not sure how to go on. She had never shaved herself down there, Charlie being a devotee of the 'bush' – the thicker and hairier the better. She wondered what Howie favoured, and her insides leapt as she realised she was now mentally committed to finding out ...... "Last question?" asked Janet. Mary thought furiously. "Well," she said, eventually. "What's it like – describe it." Janet shook her head slowly. "That's not a question, Mary," she said, then drew a deep breath, and went on. "Tell you what – if you'll do a 'dare' – I'll show you!" The tension round the table was palpable. The two men didn't dare to move, and Mary knew the point of 'no return' had been reached. Her mouth was as dry as a bone, her stomach churning with excitement. "All right," she stammered, then watched as Janet stood up from her chair and pushed it back. Lifting the front of her t-shirt slightly, Janet popped the button on her jeans and slowly unzipped the front, revealing yellow panties, matching her t-shirt. She eased her jeans over her hips to a point halfway down her thighs, where they stayed. Then she gradually rolled down her panties, revealing a thin strip of pubic hair, running in a straight line down towards her vaginal area. She carefully eased her panties down, watched by an enrapt audience, until just the very top of her vaginal slit was visible. Paul, and Howie, were both massively erect beneath the table, and both had to exert huge self-control to keep their hands in view. Mary, too, was very wet between the legs – fascinated by the sight of her friend's neatly-trimmed bush, and the tantalising glimpse of what seemed to be a glistening, aroused vagina peeping over the top of the rolled-down panties. Janet looked directly at Paul. "You like?" she breathed, and he nodded, his breathing jerky as he swallowed, hard, trying to moisten his mouth. Without covering herself again, Janet switched her gaze to Mary. "Now your dare, Mary. I dare you to let Howie feel your tits again!" Mary said nothing, and sensed, rather than saw, Howie rise from the table and come to stand behind her. She felt his hands rest gently on her shoulders. She closed her eyes and reached up to take hold of his wrists. She pulled them slowly down her chest and sighed with pleasure as she felt his fingers brush the tops of her sensitive breasts. Then his hands closed round them, and squeezed, gently. Mary's nipples were bursting with desire, and she closed her hands round Howie's, forcing them to hold her harder. His hands tightened on her yielding, firm flesh and he trapped her aching nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Janet reached over and took Paul's hand from the surface of the table. She guided it to her exposed pubic area. His fingers ran down the narrow 'landing-strip' on her flat belly and his middle finger slid beneath the elastic of her panties, teasing the top of her lubricated slit, then found the erect button of her clitoris. Janet gasped as he flicked it, and looked over to where Howie's hands were already lifting up Mary's t-shirt, his mouth fastened on hers in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Janet took Paul's other hand and, as his hand slid deeper into her panties, pulled him to his feet. She saw the bulge in his jeans and slid her hand across it, caressing the underside of his distended cock through the rough material, and led him to the bedroom she shared with the absent Pete ... Mary's eyes were still closed as Howie's tongue slid into her mouth. His fingers expertly parted the clasps on her front-fastening brassiere, and she moaned as he dexterously teased her exposed nipples. She could feel a hard pressure against her upper arm. She wanted to feel it in her hand, and reached across – then suddenly remembered Janet and Howie! Her eyes snapped open. The chairs on the other side of the table were empty. She gently eased Howie's mouth away from hers and looked around. "They went that-away," breathed Howie, with a slow grin. "Should we get more – comfortable? – on the rug?" "Mmmmm," said Mary, rising from her chair. As she did so, Howie deftly slipped her t-shirt, and opened bra, over her shoulders and head, then turned Mary to face him, his hands on her shoulders. He stared at her revealed upper body in undisguised admiration. "You're a real knockout, Mary," he said, sincerely. "Your breasts are beautiful." He bent his head to kiss her nipples, in turn, and Mary groped blindly at the front of his jeans. The penis which nestled in her splayed fingers felt thick – thicker than Charlie's – and Tom's – and Billy's! She fought back an urge to giggle as she made mental comparisons with 'cocks I've felt in the last year' and, even at this moment, wondered if she'd have to lie a little to Charlie about the girth of this one. Then she felt Howie's hands cup her bottom and his mouth descended on hers again and she gave herself up to the moment. She pulled at Howie's t-shirt, but she could only raise to his shoulders. His hands left her bottom and he pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was slim, but his muscles, especially in his arms, were well- developed. She ran her fingers over his chest and rested on his hard shoulders. Howie was bending, now, kicking off his sneakers and socks. He reached for his belt buckle, but Mary forestalled him, pulling it open while he happily transferred his temporarily idle hands to her naked breasts, cupping and squeezing them while Mary pulled his zip down and slid her hand inside to fondle his hard length through his jockey shorts. She marvelled at its thickness and tried to imagine it stretching her as it entered ... Howie pulled her down on to the rug. He reached down and dragged his jeans off, kicking them away, and Mary took hold of the top of his shorts, and pulled. They were damp at the front and she momentarily rested her palm on the leaked precum, then tugged. Howie's thick, engorged member sprang up, released from its confines, and Mary stopped, examining it, then experimentally fitted her hand round it. Her fingers couldn't meet, and her vagina twitched in anticipation of fitting itself round it. Howie's hands were now busy with Mary's slacks, sliding them down her thighs. For a second, Mary wondered if he would expect a 'tailored' pubic area like Janet's, then, as he lowered her panties, Howie's sigh of satisfaction reassured her. As Mary's thick triangle of dark brown hair came into view, Howie let out an involuntary "Ohhhh!" of admiration and his cock jumped at the sight of the engorged labia nestling in the moist undergrowth. One hand pushing Mary's panties downwards, he plunged the other into her dark, dank forest of hair, his finger slipping into her wet opening. "Ohhhh!" he groaned, again – then again as Mary's fingers slid up his rigid member. "I'm sorry, Mary," he muttered, "I can't wait." His knees pushed between her thighs, which opened willingly, and Mary, still holding his cock, guided it to her opening. As she felt his knobhead touch her cuntlips, she held her breath, consciously widening her thighs as far as she could. Her hands came up behind his back, then slid down again to grip his hard athletic buttocks. He slid forward, gently, and Mary felt her vaginal muscles stretch, but not painfully, to accommodate his unfamiliar girth. She was still holding her breath, though, as inch by inch, he entered her – then she felt his heavy testicles rest against her bottom cheeks and let out her breath, at the same time tightening her muscles around this new invader, as if to welcome it. She was rewarded with an ecstatic groan of pleasure from Howie, and he began to slowly withdraw, then slide in again. Howie knew how to pace himself and, despite Mary's relative inexperience with anyone other than Pete, it didn't take long for them to establish a perfect rhythm for riding each other, and they were lost in their mutual, shared island of lustful sweetness...... ...... as they entered the bedroom, Paul's hand still caressing her exposed vagina, Janet kicked the door shut behind her, then turned to face him. Her hand was still clutching Paul's erection through his jeans. She looked up into his face. "Will you do me like you did her, Paul? Your other Scottish fuck? Please!" Janet allowed herself to tumble backwards on to the bed, and frantically dragged her jeans and panties down her thighs and calves, and kicked them off. She lay on the bed, totally naked beneath the waist, exposing her shaven vagina to Paul's incredulous eyes. She parted her thighs, wide, and raised her knees. "Come on, Paul," she beseeched him, hoarsely. "Bring me off with your tongue." Her fingers darted down between her thighs and slid up and down her newly-shaven slit, teasing her long, pink clitoris. In truth, Paul thought, Janet was even more attractive, and exciting, than his previous Scottish 'affair', and, although he ached to uncover Janet's beautiful breasts, and to pierce her glistening vagina with his throbbing erection, he happily sank to his knees on the carpet. As his head reached between her splayed thighs, his tongue sliding up and down the length of her lubricated vagina, Janet whimpered with pleasure and, lowering her knees, draped her legs off the end of the bed, keeping her thighs fully spread as Paul expertly flicked her clitoris with his tongue, alternating with long licks up and down her full, engorged pussy lips. As if by instinct, Paul's hands crept up over Janet's taut stomach, slipping under the material of her t-shirt. As his fingers made their first contact with the material of her bra, and felt the first gentle slope of the girl's breasts, his tongue straightened and pushed deep into her vulva. Janet gasped in ecstasy, and her agile fingers wriggled up her back and unfastened the clips on her bra. Paul felt the material loosen and pushed his tongue even deeper inside her as his fingers slid under her bra and made the first contact with the naked flesh of her succulent breasts. He felt her hands close over his as they cupped the firm mounds and, at the same time, felt the twin pressures against his palms, of her rigid, sensitive nipples. Simultaneously, he ran the tips of his fingers over her nipples, and sucked her clitoris between his lips, flicking it quickly with the tip of his tongue. Janet jerked, as if in a spasm, and her moaning increased in intensity. Paul's cock was almost painfully erect inside his jeans, begging for release, but he was experienced enough to know that, once he had brought Janet to orgasm, she would soon be ready again and, next time, it would be her vaginal muscles which would be coaxing him to climax. His thumbs rasped across Janet's thick, distended nipples, his hands squeezing her - as yet unseen - breasts hard, bringing forth more gasps from the squirming girl. He could taste the juices flowing from her aroused pussy, his tongue occasionally reaching down to lap them into his mouth. Then he felt her gasping moans take on a rhythm and he knew she was approaching orgasm. The rhythm quickened and rose in intensity and he squeezed her breasts, hard. His lips closed round her clitoris and he sucked it into his mouth. His tongue, straight as an arrow, flicked the end of her clitoris mercilessly – then, suddenly, she was over the top. Her moans turned into one long strangled shriek of ecstasy, and her hands clamped round the back of his head, forcing Paul's face down between her jerking, bucking thighs. He continued to tease her clitoris as she spasmed above him and he felt wave after wave of orgasm shoot through her. It seemed to last for several minutes but, eventually, she lay still, like a dead thing, flopped back on the bed. Paul waited then, experimentally, touched her clit with his tongue again. Janet let out a little gasp and he felt her body ripple. He smiled to himself, then gently squeezed her left nipple. Another gasp, and another ripple, told him what he wanted to know. Gently, he caressed the girl's body, bringing her back, gently and slowly, from her semi-conscious state. Unobtrusively, he removed his clothing, then rose from between her thighs to lie beside her on the bed. As his head lay beside her, Janet opened her eyes and gave him a sleepy smile. "How was it for you?" she breathed. Paul grinned and leaned across to kiss her. Her lips were warm, moist, receptive. He tongue slid sinuously into his mouth and he felt his cock begin to stiffen. He slid his hand over her chest, gently cupping a perfect breast. She purred with pleasure and lazily slid her t-shirt and bra over her head. "Like what you see?" she smiled, cupping her breasts in her hands, offering them to him. "Nice tits?" "Great tits," he said, catching her mood. "Your whole body is made for fucking – endless fucking!" Janet shivered with pleasure. "How would you like me then, tiger? You can fuck me any way you like, after what you've just done for me!" Paul lay back, pretending to consider. "How about you come over me and sit down on my rod, this time, so I can play with your gorgeous tits while you give me the ride of my life?" Janet smiled and rose from her recumbent position, looking, for the first time, at Paul's erection. "Hey – nice big cock," she said, reaching out and taking it in her hand. "Does it like to be kissed?" "Oh, sure," grinned Paul, and sighed as Janet's lips closed round his knob-end. Her tongue laved the tip. "Does your wife do this for you?" she asked, raising her head, momentarily. His cock jerked and Janet gave him an enquiring look. "She's that good, eh?" she added, but he shook his head. "No – it's not that – it's …" "What?" the girl asked, as his voice trailed off. "Oh, it's just something I imagine her doing," he confessed, slightly shamefaced. "With someone else?" asked Janet, latching on quickly. Paul nodded. "Who?" she asked. "Oh, not a special person," he replied, then went on, his cock visibly stiffening. "She works in the academic world and goes off on a lot of conferences with professors and the like, and I have this fantasy that one of them – a older fellow, with white hair, immaculately dressed – calls her into his office and she strips down to very skimpy underwear and kneels in front of him, and takes his dick out and sucks him off." "I'm not really sure it's just a fantasy," Paul added, his voice thickening. Janet raised her head, watching his face closely. Still holding his now very erect cock in her hand, she ran her tongue round its tip as he continued – "She's a very sexy woman – and very independent. Some of these professors have a lot more than books on their minds and – sometimes – I can really convince myself that she does actually do that – and, oh, I'd love to watch her!" As he finished speaking, Janet bent her head again and took his full length into her mouth. As Paul's hands came round and squeezed her dangling, full breasts, Janet shivered with excitement at her own daring. The different thickness and texture of Paul's cock, from Pete's, reminded her that this was the first one, apart from Pete's, she had closed her lips round since her marriage. Paul's felt coarser, and thicker, than Pete's, and Janet slid her finger and thumb round the base, feeling the throbbing vein against her fingertip. Paul's hands were now very tight on her breasts and Janet worked her wet tongue round the ridged contours of his rigid penis. She could feel her own juices running as her personal arousal grew, and she squeezed her thighs together as best she could as she saw Paul's testicles tightening and felt the pressure build up in the throbbing vein. For a few final seconds, she gripped his cock tightly, to delay the inevitable eruption then, as he groaned ecstatically, she released her hold fractionally and luxuriated in the sensation as the first stream hit the back of her throat. "Oh, Christ, Janet!" Paul was gasping as he forced his hips upwards, fucking her mouth. "Oh, Jesus! Oh, God – you are sensational!" Janet was working her throat muscles, and her lips, sucking out and swallowing the thick creamy liquid then, at last, she felt Paul's penis begin to subside in her mouth and sank beside him on the bed, his softening cock still engulfed in her warm mouth. Her hand slid up his thigh and cupped his balls gently. She hoped he was a quick recoverer – the itch between her own thighs was becoming unbearable again. Paul lay on his back, breathing heavily. Janet moved her head slightly and let his recumbent cock slither out of her mouth and flop onto his belly. Janet looked at it – even flaccid, it had an impressive girth. "So," she breathed into his ear, "does your wife do that for her favourite professor? Do you think she takes his cock out of his immaculate trousers and slides it between her lips, feeling it grow hard inside her mouth?" She looked down and saw Paul's cock jerk. "I'm sure she's done it," went on Janet, softly. "What sexy woman wouldn't take the opportunity to tease an older, clever man to erection with her body, then use her hands and her mouth to make him come? I think your wife does it all the time – that's the main reason they take her along. I think she does it for all these professors. They take turns with her – and she loves it." She reached down to feel his stiffening erection. His cock was now standing clear of his belly, and his hand slipped between Janet's thighs. She moaned as his finger slid along her wet slit. "Sometimes they all do her together," continued Janet, remorselessly. "As many as six in one room – they tell her to show them what she's wearing underneath today and, once she's down to her transparent bra and panties, she goes round them, one by one, unzipping the trousers of their Armani suits and taking out their gnarled old cocks. Sometimes, she has to kiss and suck it to bring it to erection, but then she finishes with her hand, so that the come goes all over her, sliding down inside her bra, so that it sticks to her tits, and she has to go about like that for the rest of the day ..." Janet poised herself above his revived erection and gently lowered herself onto it. Paul groaned as he felt his cock slide into the gentle warmth of her vulva and his hands reached up to grasp her breasts. Janet began to ride him, going up and down on his cock, a hand reaching behind her to cup his heavy testicles. Paul was now thrusting up into Janet's body, his hands squeezing her tits mercilessly. "Yes, that's what happens," gasped Paul, hoarsely. "And then she comes home and she wants me to fuck her to relieve the itch between her legs and, all the time I'm doing it, she's remembering what she had to do for these guys, but it all stays in her mind! Why can't she tell me about it – describe it to me – tell me how it feels, half-naked, on her knees, some old guy's hard cock between her lips, her tongue ...... Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrgh!" Paul's hands were grasping Janet's naked hips, forcing her down on to his pulsating prick, when his second orgasm exploded, and she pulled his head up, mashing his face into the warm yielding flesh of her breasts as she felt the jets of sperm shoot up inside her. She thrust down so that her clitoris was jammed against the rigid thickness of his shaft and suddenly her own climax rushed up on her and she called out, ecstatically ......