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Those Days of...Ch. 20-25

By: TonyDowse





Those Days of...Ch. 20-25



'Overwhelmingly yes, to the first, and hardly at all, to the second. What happened after you broke through was so incredible that I immediately forgot all about what little pain there had been. Then although the feelings you aroused were almost too strong to handle, I didn't really want you to ever stop.'

'Actually I was amazed I didn't come more quickly, I very nearly did before we even got on the bed, and once I got inside you, wow! You're so tight, and were so wet! It was an absolutely fantastic sensation. But when I found I could keep going I was getting worried that I would make you really sore, but at the same time what I was feeling was just too powerful, I had to go on. You do understand don't you?'

'Of course, of course. And as I said, although the feelings were getting almost too strong there was no way I wanted you to stop.' I said, grinning up at him.

We cuddled tight and the unusual feel of having something inside my pussy added to the pleasures the closeness of his body and the passionate kisses he gave me. We lay there for a long time, our bodies slowly recovering from their exertions, kissing, fondling and enjoying the feelings that still flowed through us. But after a while, and some time after he seemed to have fully recovered from our love-making, I noticed an increase in the tingling sensations I was feeling in my pussy. At first I ignored it, then thought I must be imagining it. But it continued to grow and soon got to the point where I could no longer ignore what was happening, it felt as though his cock was again growing, stiffening, and that was turning me on again.

I'm not sure which of us did what to the other, whether it was the feel of his growing cock that re-aroused me, or whether my imagining that it was doing so made me realise that my body was more than ready to start again and so took steps to arouse him. Whichever it was, the result was the same. Although his cock was soon almost as hard as it had been before, I realised he might need me to do more than 'just lie back and enjoy it' that time, so I wriggled out from under him, got on top and then, basically, fucked him.

In spite of the fact we were both still recovering from the first one, my pussy was a little sore and I felt sure his balls had been completely emptied, that second climax hit us both almost as hard as the other one had. Perhaps he was less nervous about the situation itself. Maybe because I was on top, in charge, relieving him of the responsibility of what we were doing. Maybe he just liked it better that way.' she added with a grin. 'Whatever it was, it was just as fantastic, especially as that time I made sure I kept my eyes open so I could watch the changes in his reactions as I varied the speed and force of what I was doing. Even if I hadn't had his cock to pump up and down on, I'm sure that just watching the look on his face as he climaxed would have been enough to make me come again, having both made it even better and my own climax even stronger.

After that I wasn't surprised to see him fall asleep beneath me and when I was sure he was settled I slid myself off him, unable to do much about the minor flood of stuff that suddenly flowed out as his then flaccid cock finally unplugged me. I took a long, hot shower and then liberally applied a soothing cream both over and inside my pussy. Then as I fixed my hair I looked at myself in the mirror, and suddenly I realised that the face that looked back at me was no longer a girl's, it was a woman's.  

It was a mind-opening experience. As though the final piece of a jig-saw, when put in place, suddenly, somehow changed the entire picture that all the other pieces had previously been making.

From somewhere, by then buried deep in my head, came memories, some from years before, others from more recent times.

Thinking back, I realised that it had started when he began to get more strict with me, when I could no longer twist him around my little finger, as I'd always been able to do in the earlier years. Odd thoughts came back to me, that I hadn't set out to seduce him, that I was just using the new weapon I found I had, to get my way with him as I had always been able to do.

I remembered that I had done some things quite unconsciously but that I had been quite deliberate about others, especially when Mum hadn't been around. Things like leaving my bed-room door half open when I was getting dressed, going between my bed-room and the bath-room in just my undies, leaving the buttons on my blouse undone. Even the recollection of those acts now seemed silly, but I remembered that at the time I could see from the reaction on his face that they had been effective, that there must have been many times when I succeeded in making him feel incredibly frustrated.

Then my memories leapt forwards, to only a short time before, the dress. How I had first tried talking to Mum and that no matter what tactics I used I just couldn't get her to budge. So, after that negative result, I had decided to wait until an evening when she was out and then have a go at Dad.

Then it suddenly occurred to me that what I had done was to actually change the structure of an already long and complex inter-relationship between three people.

On the one hand I had got what I wanted, not just the dress material, nor even proving that I could still manipulate Dad, but that I had proved that he loved me, loved me properly, as a woman, as he loved Mum, not just the so-called, abstract sort of love that all families are supposed to share.

But at the same time, in doing that I realised that depending on Dad's ability to balance his love for the two women in his life, it was possible that I might well have created some sort of a rift between us. How would he react? That was the key.

I put on a respectable looking nightie and covered it in turn with my robe then went through to the kitchen to make a hot drink, and while I was doing that I heard him stir, get up and head for the bath-room. He was gone a long time and I began to wonder if he was sick or something and was about to go and check, when he came out.

He'd wrapped a towel around his waist and had an odd look about him, an expression I couldn't identify. I'd made him a drink too and as I offered it to him I asked. 'Are you all right?'

I felt better when he smiled, gave me a quick kiss and then answered. 'All right? I'm bloody exhausted. Not that I'm complaining.' He took a sip from the mug then looked up again and asked in a concerned tone of voice. 'More importantly, how are you?'

'I'm fine, a bit sore, nothing that a bit of cream can't fix though. Other than that, I feel great, a real woman at last, thanks to you.'

His face changed again, the smile slipped away and was replaced by a frown. 'Yes, we must talk about that'

'Not now, not tonight! Don't spoil it for me, we'll talk tomorrow, if we must.'

To my delight he agreed and even suggested that we might sleep, and he emphasised sleep, together in the big bed, if I wanted to. Of course I wanted to! And that's what we did, went to bed together, cuddled for a while and with our arms around each other, just drifted off to sleep.

I woke a couple of times during the night, never having shared a bed with a man before I discovered that it wasn't all love and romance, he rolled about a bit, a couple of times pushing me to the edge of the bed and although I found he didn't snore, from time to time he certainly made some strange noises. But I even enjoyed being disturbed, sharing the intimacies that Mum knew so well made me feel even more grown-up.'

Chapter 22

Repeat Performance

The ache that had developed earlier had become more nagging as the gradual arousal developed into a virtually full erection. It wasn't just that her description of what had happened was in itself strongly arousing, so graphic that I had a series of powerfully vivid images to cope with. On top of those, as she talked she naturally moved around a little, and as she did that my attention was drawn from what was going on inside my head to the reality of her body. Her nakedness was covered by only a light robe and from time to time I was given glimpses of parts that lay beneath.

But she didn't seem to have any idea of what she was doing to me and continued on with her story. 'I woke first the following morning and slipped into my usual routine, we both had to go to work of course so there was not much time for talk, or anything else either. I found that my pussy had made a remarkable recovery during the night, it was still a little sore but I reckoned that by that evening it would be ready for anything again, and hoped that the wonderful things that had happened the previous night were just a foretaste of other times we had yet to come.

The day flew by, I think I spent most of it recalling the sights, smells and feelings of what we had done, and day-dreaming about what we might do that night. I decided to cook something special for him, as he had for me, and then of course spent even more time wondering just what to wear for him. I toyed with the idea of actually wearing nothing at all, maybe just an apron, but eventually decided that intrigue would be even more stimulating for him and mentally ran through the various things in my wardrobe to see what combination would be best.

Getting away as early as I could, I stopped off at the shops for a few things, including another bottle of the same wine that he had bought and, having got the food started, took a quick shower, fixed my make-up and got dressed. I had decided on what I thought would be a saucy outfit, combining a brand new lacy, black bra and panty set with a sheer blouse and very short, flared skirt that I still had from when I had briefly taken up ice-skating a year or so earlier. From the back the panties were more like a g-string and the skirt was so short that I knew that if I bent over he'd be able to see a virtually naked bottom, and I planned on making sure he got to see that view, at least a couple of times. The bra was all lace-work, showing almost as much skin as it hid and as my breasts really didn't need a bra anyway and the blouse was completely see-through, its purpose was purely to draw his attention to them, as if that were necessary.

I had half expected him to get home early too but he was quite late and when I went to greet him it was obvious that he had stopped off somewhere for a couple of drinks. He didn't say anything at first, just stood there quietly, an almost sad look in his eyes, but after a nervous couple of seconds, he looked down at my breasts, then looked away, looked back at them, and only then looked up into my eyes.

'Stunning Barbara! Quite stunning, you'd tempt a saint. And although I've been wrestling with my conscience all day, unfortunately I've discovered I'm no saint.'

'I'm glad I do, and that you're not.' I answered with a grin as I slipped my arms around him and snuggled close.

'I had to meet a couple of people, had a drink or two with them, that's why I'm a little late.' He explained.

'I don't mind, it gave me time to get dinner under way and get dressed for you.'

'Undressed would be a better description.'

'Would you prefer me in a track-suit or something?'

'No, no. I certainly wasn't complaining.' he answered, again taking a long look down at my breasts, then, finally breaking into a smile and adding. 'What was that you said about dinner?'

'I can have it ready for us in twenty minutes. Oysters, chicken casserole with rice and chocolate mousse for desert. Unless you'd rather have baked beans on toast.'

'No, the menu sounds great. Did you say oysters?'

'Yep.'

'Is there any special significance about that as a first course?'

'That's for you to decide.'

'You're expecting a repeat performance of last night?'

'Well actually I was hoping for a new production.'

'New production?'

'I recognise that I have a lot to learn and I was hoping you would start to teach me.'

'In all honesty Barbara I don't think we're going to find you need too much teaching, I think you have a natural gift.'

'You mean I'd make a great whore?'

'No, a great lover.'

With that he finally took me in his arms and kissed me, all the time we had been standing there, my arms looped loosely around his waist, aware of that strangely remote look in his eyes, I had the feeling that he was holding himself away from me. But as his arms finally came around me, pulled me against him and I felt his lips press hard against mine, the nagging worry I had been feeling slipped away and I responded quickly and eagerly.

I didn't let that embrace go on for too long though, I was hungry for the feel of his cock inside my pussy but I was greedy, I wanted it in peak condition. I wanted him refreshed, fed and fully aroused before we started anything serious. So after a minute or so I slipped out of his arms, telling him I'd get dinner ready while he showered and changed.

He took longer than I had expected but when he finally re-joined me I could see that he had shaved too, he'd put on a sports shirt and just a pair of shorts and a quick glance down at the crotch told me two things, one that he didn't have any pants on underneath them and secondly, that he'd been thinking about me while he has getting ready, his cock was quite obviously already semi-erect.

As we began to eat the oysters I noticed that his eyes never looked up into mine, when they weren't looking down at his plate they were constantly being drawn to my breasts and it was only when I asked if he was enjoying them that he looked up.

'The oysters I meant.' I said, adding with a cheeky grin. 'Though I don't think you've noticed them really, you've been too busy perving.'

'I thought you liked me looking at you.'

'I do, that's why I dressed this way. I'm not complaining. Anyway, from the look of things earlier I'd guess you were anticipating getting a good look at me even more than you were to having your dinner.' He gave me a questioning look and I smiled as I explained.

'When you came in from the bath-room, your friend looked as though he had been woken up by something you were thinking about.'

He grinned back sheepishly and said. 'Not really surprising is it? After thinking about last night all day then coming home to find you dressed like that, as I said, you look stunning enough to tempt a saint and I'm not one of those.'

'You've been thinking about last night too?'

'Of course I have.'

'What? Tell me what you've been thinking.'

He took a while to answer. 'Oh, all sorts of things. I started out quite determined that we must both forget everything that's happened in recent weeks, and that last night would be the very last time. But as the day wore on I found I just wasn't able to get rid of the memory of how you looked, how strongly you responded, and of course what you made me feel.'

I held my breath, dreading what he might say next. When he simply sat there, staring at me, I decided to pretend I hadn't heard the first part of what he'd said. 'It was good wasn't it?'

'Good! It was bloody fantastic!'

I couldn't help chuckling at his automatic and enthusiastic response and replied. 'For me too, it was just as fantastic for me remember. And I hope it's going to be just as good again tonight.' I added as I got up and started to clear the table.

While I was serving the main course I made sure I had to bend over a couple of times, to get the food out of the oven and plates from the cupboard. I don't know if he noticed the first flash of bottom I gave him, but he certainly didn't miss the second. He gave a small, low whistle of appreciation and as I turned and smiled at him I saw a wicked gleam appear in his eyes.

'I thought you were strictly a breast man?' I said.

'Maybe I am, but a few more shows like that could soon convert me.'

'I don't know that I want to convert you, but I'm glad you appreciate what I've got. How about your friend?'

'He appreciates it just as much, believe me.'

Having put the plates on the table I stood behind him and, reaching down over his shoulder felt the hard ridge his cock was already making in the front of his shorts and gave it an couple of quick squeezes before moving away again.

'Just checking.' I said as I sat down to eat.

Neither of us actually said very much as we ate and drank but the looks that passed between us said much more than words could have anyway. His eyes had visibly darkened, a sign I recognised from other times, clearly indicating his growing arousal, and I guess, if the sensations inside me and down between my thighs were anything to go by mine probably had a similar look to them. The warm moist feelings I had been getting on and off during the day, when I recalled the events of the previous evening, had returned and were growing steadily stronger. My pussy was positively wet and I knew from the scratchy feel of the lacy fabric of my bra that my nipples had become quite stiff.

When we had finished I cleared the plates and was standing at the sink, rinsing them off, when I heard him get up, then felt his arms slip around me. His hands cupped the heavy fullness of my breasts and I felt the hard length of his cock pressing against the back of my thigh. He bent and kissed my neck and as his fingers squeezed and fondled me I felt both my body responding and his cock jerking strongly as I pressed myself back against it.

'God, I want you!' he whispered gruffly, pulling me hard back against himself. And hearing the desperate urgency in his voice, I replied. 'Take me then. Right now, do it to me here.'

He paused for a second, then moved backwards and I heard the sound of him unzipping himself. As he did that I pulled my panties down, stepped out of them and, moving away from the sink and bending myself forwards over it, spread my legs wide apart and lifted up my bottom for him.

Then I felt the warm touch of his hands on the backs of my thighs and began to tremble with anticipation as they slid slowly up and over the tight curve of my arse. His touch was soft and gentle and triggered shivers up and down my spine as they lightly caressed each cheek, ran down the backs of my thighs and then back up again, slipping between them, then fingering the soft, tingling folds of my pussy.

Of course I'd expected that the next thing I'd feel would be the blunt pressure of his cock-head against my pussy, so I was momentarily bewildered when I felt him getting down on his knees. Then both bewildered and incredibly excited when instead of that I felt his hands pushing my bum-cheeks apart, then his tongue, teasing the puckered hole between them.

I'd never felt anything like that, it was electrifying! The sensations were so incredible I lifted myself higher so he could more easily reach me, then squirmed with ever increasing pleasure the longer he continued doing that.

Although it was the urgency of his need that had got us into that position in the first place, and the feel of my responding body must have increased the strength of that, in spite of what he must have been feeling he kept going. Maybe he'd always fancied pressing his face against my arse, maybe he just wanted to be sure my sex was really saturated before he tried to get his cock into me. I didn't care what his reasons were, I'd have been happy to stand there and let him continue whatever he wanted to, just so long as he continued giving me those lovely feelings.

In fact I got very close to reaching a climax from just the feel of his tongue, and perhaps it was feeling the way my body was shuddering that prompted him to move on. The next thing I consciously felt was his hand slipping up between my thighs, easing them further apart and then what I'd originally expected, the head of his cock being slid between them.

But even then, and to my surprise, he didn't simply push it straight up inside me, instead he fitted it into the slippery channel between my pussy-lips, so that as he slowly moved his hips back and forth the head rubbed up and down over my clit. And after what he'd already done to me that, plus the feel of the shaft sliding backwards and forwards, was simply more than I could stand. So, as the burning feelings inside me grew stronger and stronger I heard myself cry out. 'Inside me! Please! I want you inside me, now!'




Those Days of...Ch. 20-25



Hearing that, he reached down and as I felt his hand fumbling with his cock I lifted myself higher, feeling the hot hardness of his shaft against my inner thigh then his cock-head probing and finally pushing into my sex. When I felt it slipping home I pushed myself back on to him and we both groaned with pleasure as it went further and further up inside me.

And by comparison with what I was feeling right then as his cock opened and filled me, even the wonderful thrills his tongue had just given me seemed like mere tickles.

Using his hands to spread my arse-cheeks wider, he slowly pressed it deeper and deeper and as I accepted more and more of his cock I found that in that position I could actually feel it throbbing and pulsing, I got the impression that it was actually still growing, getting even longer and harder, stretching me wide open. Then his hips gave a sudden, sharp forward jerk, I heard him give a deep satisfied grunt and that plus feeling his thighs pressing against my bottom told me I finally had all of him inside me.

'Oh God! That feels good, so unbelievably good!' he moaned. But the incredible mass seemed to have driven all the breath out of me and - 'For me too!' - was about all I could manage.

After a short pause his hands gripped my hips and he began to move slowly back and forth, again, as he had the previous night, at first using just short, almost tentative movements. As my body responded I began to push myself more firmly backwards on to him, trying to let him know I was all right and wanted more than that. The combination of what he was feeling himself, plus the encouragement I gave him obviously gave him confidence and I got even more excited when I felt his strokes getting more powerful, penetrating deeper.

Whether it was because he had been getting aroused during the day by thoughts of the previous night, or simply the thrill of having me so spontaneously, from what I could feel going on inside me I felt sure he was going to come very quickly, and very, very powerfully. And I'm sure that the thought that I had been able to turn him on so strongly speeded up my own response because I felt my own climax approaching just as quickly.

In fact we came together, or maybe he was just a split second ahead of me. I was just about to, when I felt his cock surge, heard him cry out, then felt the first load jetting hard into me, and at that moment my own orgasm began too. He grunted as he continued thrusting and, forgetting his earlier caution, he slammed himself up against my arse as he exploded over and over again. I heard my own voice crying out from the force of his pounding cock, and felt my contractions tightening my pussy, as though it was trying to grip the slippery, pistoning shaft, trying to urge every last drop from him.

When he finally stopped he lay forward and, with his cock still jammed hard up inside me, he hugged me tight, passionately kissing the back of my neck.'

Recounting that episode appeared to be as disturbing for Barbara as hearing about it was for me, though in completely different ways of course. She was recalling an event that had been not only physical but emotionally powerfully too, I was simply imagining an experience, my brain providing the pictures, my cock responding in the only way it knew. The quivering length of it was becoming extremely hard to ignore, and I had to cope with the almost overpowering urge to get up, flip Barbara over on her stomach and provide her with a repeat performance of the fuck she had just described.

But even as I struggled with those she continued, and again I fought down my natural instincts as I listened to the drama she was unfolding for me.

'We stayed locked together like that until long after we had both stopped shuddering but as I felt his cock finally shrinking, he slowly relaxed his hold. Then, as we parted and straightened up I felt the warm sticky mess leaking from me and running slowly down the inside of my thigh. He turned me, took me in his arms and kissed me again, even more passionately, on the mouth.

'Are you all right?' he asked nervously when we eventually broke apart.

'Of course I am, I'm not that fragile.' I said, smiling at the look of concern on his face. 'A bit sticky at the moment though.' I added, lifting my skirt and looking down at the stuff trickling its way down my leg. 'Would you get a damp cloth and a towel from the bath-room, so I can clean up the mess we've made.'

He looked down at what I was talking about, his jism, thinned by its mixing with my own juices, had left a shining trail all the way down my inner thigh and was still moving slowly downwards over my calf.

'Not much of it is there. It felt as though I was being drained dry.'

'There's quite a bit still inside me I think.'

'You are on the pill aren't you?' he suddenly asked, anxiously. 'I remember Helen, Mum saying she had agreed, just in case, some while ago now.'

'Yes, no need to worry about that. But I do think you'd better get that cloth for me please.'

He not only got it, he used it, he'd soaked it in warm water and the sensations he created as he knelt in front of my and slowly sponged me clean and then patted me dry were really very nice. He did my lower leg first, then my thigh, then had me lift one leg so that he could reach up and gently but thoroughly clean my pussy too, taking far longer than was really necessary and obviously enjoying doing it just as much as I did having it done to me.

When he was finally satisfied he gave his cock and balls a quick rinse before slipping his shorts back on again, but when I went to step into my discarded panties he stopped me.

'Leave them off for me, please.'

I grinned cheekily and said. 'Are you hoping for another session soon then?'

'Maybe not immediately, but it's nice knowing you don't have any on. I can touch you can't I?'

'Any time, you know that.'

'Well, it's nice to be able to feel you properly.'

'What about me?'

'What do you mean?'

'Don't you think I like touching you too?'

'Do you?'

'Come on, you know I do.'

'So?'

'So, if you want me to leave my panties off for you, what about you leaving your shorts off for me?'

'Would you really like that?'

'Why wouldn't I?'

'I don't know, I thought women thought differently about that.'

'Maybe some do, maybe with some men I would, but with you, I like to see you, watch your reactions, see when you are getting, well, let's say, getting interested.'

He grinned back at me. 'O.K. - if that's what you want.' Then unzipped himself again and stepped out of his shorts. 'Do I leave my shirt on or take it off too?'

'You're not cold are you?'

'Heavens no.'

'Off then.'

'O.K. but you have to take your blouse off in that case. Leave that bra on though, it's about the sexiest looking thing I've ever seen.'

'I thought you would like it, I bought it specially for you, you know.'

I guess we'd have been a peeping-tom's delight, padding around like that, Luke completely naked and me in just a skirt that barely covered my bottom and a bra that did more to draw attention to my breasts than it did to cover them.

We had a glass of wine each, then while we waited for the coffee to brew, sat and had desert. Afterwards we left the dishes for the morning and went into the lounge-room and half watched a movie on TV. I'd covered the cushions on the settee with a large towel and while we watched, and especially during the commercial breaks, we both took advantage of the availability of each other's body. There was a lot of exploring, gentle caressing, kissing, nibbling and well before the end of the movie when I thought I simply couldn't stand any more teasing, he slipped off the settee and, kneeling on the floor between my legs, pulled me forward so I was lying half off it, then buried his face between my thighs and began to lick my pussy.

I completely lost track of time and the thrills he gave me were so indescribably strong that I didn't try to keep a count of the number of times I came but the towel soon became saturated by the amount of fluid that literally flowed out of me.

When finally I just couldn't take any more of it I managed to weakly push him away but when he stood up, grinning like a mad thing, the lower half of his face glistening with pussy juice, I saw that his cock looked more than ready to take over from his tongue. And, much to my own surprise I found that just the sight of it in that condition gave me renewed energy, so when he helped me to my feet I took hold of it and led him to the bed-room.

I knew exactly what I wanted, I wanted to ride him again, as I had the previous night. In control, being able to watch what was happening to him, seeing the changes reflected in the expressions on his face. As my immediate needs had already been taken care of this time I would be able to concentrate on giving him pleasure, and take as long about giving it to him as I wanted to.

That's exactly what I did, and if his reactions were anything to go by, I truly think it must have been one of the best fucks of his life. Even though by then I had seen him come quite a number of times and I distinctly remembered the words he had said only the previous night. - 'That was absolutely the most incredible experience of my life Barbara. You are simply an unbelievable lover, men would kill for what I've just experienced.' The explosive intensity of that climax, when I did finally let him come, made his earlier one seem like a damp squib in comparison.'

Chapter 23

Finale and Fantasy

She looked across at me, our eyes meeting for only the second or third time since she had begun her story and I could see that there were tears filling them as she said.

'I think that was the cause of what followed. I think it was just too strong for him, his reaction to me I mean. If I'd just given him a bit of fresh excitement it might have been all right, things might have turned out differently. But instead of creating a loving relationship between the three of us, as I had wanted to, I triggered something incredibly powerful inside him, something he couldn't control and maybe didn't even understand, something that instead of creating love between us all became unbelievably destructive instead.'

I got up and went over to her, not with lust as I had earlier wanted to but with sympathy and concern. But of course I had forgotten my cock and it hadn't had time to subside from the arousal her descriptions had caused. It was only when I saw her tear-filling eyes drop that I remembered it and looking down I saw that it was poking, almost vertically, out between the two halves of my bath-robe.

Maybe the sight of it like that helped her over the sudden feeling of remorse that had swept through her, bringing her back from those traumatic memories to the reality of the world around her. Perhaps the outburst had been caused by the fact that she had been forced to bottle up inside herself many of her thoughts about Luke's death, she'd been unable to express them to anyone.

But when she looked back up again I was relieved to see that through her tears her familiar, mischievous grin had returned and ignoring the feelings that still surged deep inside myself I sat beside her and gently held her.

'I don't really think that's what happened Barbara, I think it was just an over-reaction to his feeling of guilt, guilt brought on by the social pressures against that kind of relationship. No matter how logical you try to make your wish for a shared, loving relationship between the three of you, society just wouldn't tolerate it and, if you're completely honest with yourself, you know that's true, don't you?'

She didn't look me in the eye, just nodded. 'I suppose so. But he didn't have to kill himself!'

'Maybe he didn't, maybe he did. That was really up to him, it was his choice. But try to think how your mother felt about it, after all she had nothing to do with any of it, she was just the innocent victim of what happened, and had to cope with losing both of you, her husband and, in effect her daughter too. Instead of feeling sorry for yourself try to remember how incredibly difficult it's all been for her.'

She suddenly started to sob and as I pulled her closer she began crying quite uncontrollably, I held her but did nothing to stop her, feeling it best to finally let her get it all out of her system. Later, when she had regained her composure, I made some fresh coffee and also poured a solid drink for us both and sat beside her on the settee. After she had a fair-sized sip of the drink she seemed much better and I risked returning to the subject.

'Do you want to tell me what else happened, that last day together I mean, or would you rather forget it?'

'No, I'd rather finish it. I'm sorry about the crying bit, I haven't been able to do that before, it's all been bottled up inside me for so long now. But talking about it is making a difference. I really feel so much better Roger, you don't know how much you've helped me.'

'I've only been listening, and at the same time getting jealous.' I responded with a grin.

'Jealous? What of?'

I could tell from her tone that she was genuinely bewildered by what I'd said.

'Of what you were talking about, that it wasn't me on the receiving end. Your descriptions were very detailed, and created very vivid and stimulating pictures Barbara. As you saw when I got up a while ago.' I reminded her.

'But you've known for some time that I was attracted to you, and you've made love with me now, you know you can again, any time, any time you like, you sweet, silly man. Why on earth would you get jealous of something that happened a long time ago?'

'Just a male response Barbara. Try to put yourself in my place, there's this incredibly attractive male, wearing virtually nothing at all and every time he moves you can see various, exciting parts of him. He's giving you a minutely detailed account of a series of intensely exciting sexual encounters he's had with someone else. If you were in that position don't you think you might get sexually aroused, and a bit jealous?'

'Yes, of course, silly of me. I seem to miss the obvious sometimes don't I.' She rested her hand on my thigh, her fingers curling down over it, squeezing slightly as she looked deep into my eyes and asked. 'Do you want me, or would you like me to take care of you, now?'

'I can't think of anything I'd like better Barbara, but let's get the story over with first, then see how you are feeling. O.K.?'

'O.K. - but if you get that excited again just remember that you don't have to put up with it, I love getting you off, any way you like, or you think you might like, anything at all.'

It was obvious from the way she said it that she meant every word of what she said, and that knowledge alone was enough to re-arouse me, the fact that she left her hand where it lay on my thigh, added to the slow rise that I felt starting up inside me again as she continued her story.

'Well, where was I? Oh yes I remember, I'd got to where I'd given him that phenomenal climax. After that of course we both fell asleep and slept like logs until mid-morning on the Saturday.

Over a sort of brunch type breakfast we agreed that with Mum coming home the following day it would be better if we got all the chores done that afternoon, so we could feel free to enjoy the evening together, and that's how we spent the next few hours. Contrary to what I had half expected, I found Luke was obviously feeling extremely sexy, I had thought that he would be feeling tired, drained but it was quite the reverse and he grabbed a kiss or a quick feel whenever he got the chance. It was as though what we had done together had stoked rather than dampened his inner furnace, and I certainly didn't object to finding that he felt like that.

It came to a head while I was busy scrubbing the kitchen floor. I'd got pretty hot and sweaty in the process and as I was wearing my usual in-door gear, shorts and T-shirt and hadn't bothered to wear a bra under it, the perspiration had made the T-shirt cling pretty tightly to me. I had just about finished when he came in to get a cold drink, then stopped in mid stride and just stood there looking down at me. I could tell from the look on his face that he was burning up and realised that it was the way the shirt was clinging to my breasts that had finally got him so aroused. To cut a short story even shorter, he made a grab for me and before I really knew what was happening he'd got my shorts and panties off and I was lying on my back on the kitchen table. A couple of seconds later I felt his cock being jammed hard up inside me and after a few minutes furious fucking he'd pumped several more massive loads of semen inside me.

That seemed to quieten us both down for a bit and we actually got the rest of the house cleaned, the shopping and the washing done and by about five o'clock were pooped but pleased with ourselves. We were having a cup of tea when Luke suggested that rather than start cooking, we go out for something to eat. I was thrilled, not just at not having to cook and then wash-up but with the chance of going out with him, as a woman rather than as his daughter.

As he didn't want us to go to one of the local restaurants we sometimes visited, in case we bumped into someone we knew, he made a booking at a place he knew from work. I asked him if he'd like me to make myself look particularly special for him. When he said he would I said that in that case I didn't want him interrupting me while I got myself ready, as he had a couple of hours earlier. He said he wouldn't, but of course he did, as I thought, and had really hoped he would. But although I was more than happy to let him grab a quick feel or a kiss, at least before I had finished my make-up, I wouldn't let him go too far, not just because I thought that once we started we'd end up running out of time but also because I wanted him really fired-up for later. I wanted a repeat of the power I had felt the previous night.

Obviously as we were going to a restaurant I couldn't flaunt my body in the way I had been able to for him at home, so under the black cocktail dress I had decided to wear I put on the sexiest pair of undies I had. It was black, the bra no more than a pair of half-cups that exposed everything from just below my nipples up, and as the panties were really just a tiny g-string I decided not to wear any panty-hose. From his immediate reaction when I let him catch just a brief glimpse I knew he was going to find it difficult to wait for a really good look.

We chatted easily and shared a few laughs during the relatively short trip to the restaurant and as we sipped pre-dinner drinks while we looked over the menu together. But once the waiter had taken our order, even though we continued chatting I saw that his eyes were constantly flickering down, unable to stay away from the show my breasts made. Admittedly the dress was designed for girls with something to show-off and the kind of bra I had on under it only lifted and accentuated their firm roundness even more. As I was determined that later on we would have an even more spectacular session together than we had enjoyed the previous night I was quite happy to know that his sexual tension was rising from simply looking at me.

I noticed that he wasn't the only one in the restaurant who was getting an eyeful, apart from a couple of younger guys quite nearby, whose girl-friends obviously weren't impressed with the way they kept looking over in my direction, the poor waiter was having a real problem. It had started when we first walked in, got worse when he had helped me to my seat and went downhill from there on. Every time he came by, with the menus, to take our order, to check if things were all right, to top up our glasses, to re-check that things were all right - and so on an so on - he ended up staring straight down my cleavage.




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I thought it was funny, the poor guy got so flustered he forgot what excuse he had come up with to come by our table. He brought things someone else had ordered, he collected plates we hadn't had a chance to use, then returned them, you name it, he did it. And all the time he just stared down at me, at my breasts.

As I said, I thought it was funny, but I could see that poor Luke was beginning to get upset by the performance. So when we had finished our main course and the waiter once again came by with the desert menu, then stood right beside me, staring straight down the front of my dress, I shouldn't have been as surprised as I was when Luke got up from the table. The movement caught the waiter's eye and I could see the look of surprise on his face as he saw Luke standing there, staring fiercely at him.

'Sir?' he asked in a confused tone of voice.

I had to hand it to Luke, even though he was livid with rage, he kept his cool, he didn't rant and rave and I guess that nobody but myself actually heard what he said. But the icy, controlled anger in his voice was quite clear to the waiter.

'If you don't keep your piggy little eyes from staring down the front of the lady's dress I'll shut them both, and I'll shut them so hard it'll be weeks before they can see anything at all. Understand!'

The waiter stood there for a moment, trembling, then nodded, put the menus down on the table, turned and almost ran back to the kitchen. Luke watched him go, then turned to look down at me, and I couldn't help grinning when I saw his eyes do exactly the same thing as the waiter's had, stare straight down the front of my dress. I also saw that, unlike the waiter, Luke already had an erection.

'Do you want desert Barbara?' he asked in a strained voice and when I shook my head he took some money from his wallet, put it down on the table and said. 'Let's go then, all right?'

After the brief but dramatic display I also felt it was best to leave, we would both have felt uncomfortable knowing everyone was talking about us, wondering what had happened, so we left and went back to where he had parked the car. On the way I held his hand tightly and tried to calm him down a bit. 'He wasn't doing any harm Luke, don't be so upset about it. Anyway, when you were standing above me I noticed that you couldn't help doing the same thing.' I added, smiling up at him.

He walked in silence for a bit and I sensed his angry tension was lessening. 'It would be hard not to look Barbara, you have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen. But he made such a meal of it, almost drooling over you. That's what finally got to me and naturally I got angry, any man would.'

'I know, and you handled it very well, without making too much fuss. But I don't want that to spoil the rest of the night for us, it's over now, forget it, let's enjoy the time we have together.'

We had reached the car by then and as I stood, waiting for him to open the door for me I felt a shiver run up my spine and a complex whirl of thoughts ran through my head. I realised I had got some strange sense of enjoyment from the small drama. By doing nothing other than sit there I had been able to affect two men so strongly that one had come very close to fighting over me. That was a heady feeling. In a funny sort of way it was similar to the feeling I had enjoyed the previous night, when I had ridden Luke to that quite mind-blowing climax. Then I had been in control too, had been able to watch his reactions to what was happening to him, see the intensity of it reflected in the expressions on his face, know that it was me that was causing it.

I realised that on each occasion I had experienced a feeling of power, and that I had enjoyed it!

When he took me in his arms, he was shaking all over and he just held me for a while, then kissed me, hard. 'Let's go home.' I said when he gave me a moment to breathe. He nodded, let go of me and let me into the car.

He drove in silence, I kept one hand resting on his leg and from the way it flexed and trembled I knew his tension still hadn't completely dissipated. So, when we got home again I suggested we have the coffee we had missed out on at the restaurant. I don't think he really cared one way or the other but he agreed and having put it on I asked him to watch it while I went to the bath-room.

When I returned to the kitchen I found that he was still standing where I'd left him, staring down at the coffee pot. I slipped my arms around his waist and asked quietly. 'What's wrong, what's the matter?'

He didn't answer straight away, just stood there and I could feel the tension that still gripped him. Then he turned, took me by the shoulders and holding me at arm's length, looked down into my eyes. There was a strangely sad look in his and my heart immediately went out to him, but then when he spoke I felt it sink.

'We have to stop, we can't go on like this Barbara.'

'Why? What do you mean?'

'You know that whatever you say about our relationship, what we are doing is wrong. Apart from that it's not fair to Helen, your Mum I mean. We can't keep this up with her around, we'd never be able to hide it from her, imagine how she'll feel when she finds out, could you hurt her that much?'

'But she doesn't have to find out Luke. We can be careful, enjoy being together those times when we can. We did it before, it was no different then.'

'But it was different, it was as though we were playing a game, now things are getting serious.'

'What do you mean?'

'Making love to you properly, that's different to getting each other off, as we were doing before. My feelings are different too.'

'In what way?'

'I want you for myself. That's why I got so angry at the waiter, that's when I realised how things have changed.'

'But you do have me, as you always have, what I feel for you is something I could never feel for anybody else.'

'That's not quite what I mean.'

'I don't understand, how does actually having sex make it different? It's just an expression of what I feel for you, what we feel for each other.'

'It's more than that Barbara, much more, it is for me anyway. I just couldn't cope with trying to hide what I feel for you, how much I want you. Even now it's going to be hard enough, in fact it might already be too late. If we were to carry on I know that at the very least we'd end up hurting Helen more than she could bear. We just have to stop, that's all there is to it.'

I could see that the way he was feeling made it pointless to argue, tomorrow was another day and he might feel differently in the morning. I really couldn't accept or believe that it would be the last time, but, just in case, I was determined not to miss out on the opportunity to have him again.

'Whatever you say. But on one condition.'

'What's that?'

I slipped out of his arms, stepped back, unzipped my dress and simply let it fall to the floor and stood there in just the skimpy black underwear. I didn't say anything for a while, just watched him, his eyes stared, roaming over my body, returning again and again to my almost fully exposed breasts, his hands clenching and unclenching, his face showing the strain he was under.

'Fuck me, one last time, if that's what it really has to be.'

I watched as he fought his conflicting emotions but when he gave a sudden sob, came forward and virtually grabbed me to himself I knew I had won.

I left my dress lying where it had fallen and as we went through to the bed-room I was undressing him, tugging his shirt out of his trousers, fumbling with the buttons, not wanting to give him any time in which to change his mind. He was helping with one hand, feeling me with the other, and his quickly rising excitement aroused my own so that by the time I knelt in front of him, to help him off with the rest of his clothes, I was almost as worked-up as he was.

When I had got his trousers off and he had only his pants left on I stared at the hard ridge his cock was making in them and when I pulled them down it immediately sprang upright, rearing above me, quivering. The shaft looked like the handle of some sort of primitive weapon, the head, already a dark plum-red, was so swollen that the velvety skin was drum-tight and shiny. And, stirring me almost as much as the sight of him did, was the powerful scent of his arousal.

I gently closed both hands round the shaft, he shuddered and groaned at the touch but other than that, he stood quite still, his hands down at his sides. I could sense the battle going on inside him, and was reminded of the very first time I'd touched him, when I'd set out to get his agreement to me having the expensive dress material, and had ended up sucking him off. As it had been then, it was as though he was desperately trying to fight off what he was feeling. But even though his head may have been trying to ignore what I was doing, as my finger-tips wandered lightly up and down the quivering length his cock definitely responded, in fact it actually seemed to grow even bigger.

Then as I continued caressing him I saw the rest of his body beginning to react, the muscles in his thighs and across his stomach flexing as the pressure rose inside him. That time I resisted the temptation to taste and feel his cock in my mouth because I didn't want to risk missing out on feeling such a massive thing inside my pussy by making him climax prematurely. Instead of doing what I'm sure he'd expected me to do I used my free hand to get my bra off, then, lifted myself a little and trapping his cock in the valley between my breasts, pressed myself against him.

She paused to take another sip of her drink and I had an extra few seconds to visualise the scene. Two memories seemed to flow together, what she had said to me earlier - 'If you get that excited again just remember that you don't have to put up with it, I love getting you off, any way you like or you think you might like.' - and the time Helen had got me off by taking my cock between her breasts.

The sudden thought of Barbara doing that to me, with her even more magnificently full breasts, brought my cock back up to full size, but even as my imagination began to expand on the thought, Barbara's voice brought me back to reality.

' - thinking he probably couldn't take too much more of what I was doing to him I slipped the g-string off, went across to the bed and knelt on the edge of it. Then turning and looking back at him I said. 'I want you. I want that magnificent cock right up inside me. Then I want to feel you come, come as you've never come before.'

He stood there for a moment, looking across at me, at the inviting display my bottom made and maybe still trying to fight down the thoughts of what it would feel like to plunge himself into my waiting pussy. But it was no more than a momentary pause. The reality of his need overcame his sense of morality and when he came to me, unlike other times, there were no preliminaries. By then he was too far-gone to worry about making sure I was aroused, he just needed to fuck me. I used one hand to help guide the head into my already slippery hole then, taking my weight on my arms, I relaxed, opening myself for him and as he shoved it hard and deep, I heard our voices blend as groans of both pleasure and sheer relief broke simultaneously from both of us.

His fingers dug deep into the fleshy part of my hips, holding me steady, his balls slapping loudly against the backs of my thighs each time he drove forwards. His grunts and groans got sharper, louder as his action got faster and faster and he was so massive, getting so deep he was reaching parts of me that he hadn't the other times. In some ways it was as though I was being fucked for the first time, certainly he was triggering a whole new range of sensations every time he thrust up into me. So even though it hadn't been my main objective, because his fucking was so forceful I was helpless to stop it and it wasn't long before I felt my own climax surfacing, then heard myself shriek as it rocketed up through me.

I don't even know if he realised I'd had one. If anything, his fucking just seemed to get more powerful and as pleasure-surges continued coursing through me I began to thrust myself backwards, groaning and sobbing as his pistoning cock produced even stronger waves of ecstasy.

Then, just as I felt his cock finally expanding inside me, heard his grunting becoming more desperate and I knew I was about to be inundated with his jism, I heard another voice, even louder, more piercing than ours. But even as it shouted protestingly - 'Noooo!' - I felt him come, explosively, hearing my own wailing cries as I felt his cock pumping again and again and again each time he rammed himself into me.

The other voice I'd heard was Mum's of course, she had come home a day earlier than we had expected her to, friends who had been coming down to the city had offered her a lift. She'd had so many other things on her mind that it hadn't occurred to her to ring us.

I'd rather forget the rest of that night, it was terrible, crying, shouting, anger, guilt. In fact I really don't remember too much of the detail, it's all a sort of blur, Mum's totally distraught anger, Luke and I's guilt. Mum's first thought was that Luke had raped me. When I told her it hadn't been like that at all, that I'd wanted to share him with her, had virtually seduced him, that just seemed to make it even worse.

Anyway, I guess you know the rest.' she said, emptying what was left in her glass at a single swallow.

'Most of it.' I answered as I got up to pour us both a fresh drink, and once again I completely forgot my cock and that what I was wearing wasn't designed to cover it when it was fully aroused. I only remembered it when I saw her eyes drop down as I turned to give her the glass and when she saw the state I was in she looked up at me and said.

'No arguments this time. I'm not leaving you wound up like that. Come here.' she added, beckoning me closer to her.

I stood in front of her, looking down I had a similar view of her breasts as the waiter in the restaurant, and understood exactly why he had behaved as he had, like both he and Luke, I was also mesmerised by them. She slid one hand up between my legs, her slender fingers curling under my aching balls, squeezing and gently rolling them while she used the palm of the other to lightly stroke the smoothly taut skin of my cock-head.

My cock jerked higher as her touch sent a surge of excited anticipation through me and as she continued on with those delicate but thrilling caresses and I watched her lush breasts slowly swaying from side to side, I felt it responding, thickening and hardening even more.

Just when I thought I couldn't stand too much more of it she looked up. 'What would you like me to do for you Roger? Anything you'd especially like?'

The thought returned, the thought that had come to me when she was recounting the start of the last time she had been with Luke, which had reminded me of the time Helen had taken me between her breasts. The thought of having Barbara doing that to me, having my cock squeezed between her even more magnificent breasts. 'Yes.' I answered.

'What?' she asked eagerly.

'Take me between your breasts.'

'I haven't done that before, it sounds exciting.' she thought for a moment. 'How would I .....? Oh I know! Wait just a minute!' she added, suddenly springing to her feet and heading for the bath-room, leaving me standing there, my cock inflamed, twitching and jerking from the sensational way she had been handling it.

While she was away I slipped off my bath-robe and tried to imagine what she had in mind for me. She wasn't gone long and when she returned she had a towel in one hand and a small bottle in the other. Slipping out of her house-coat she spread the towel on one arm of the settee, sat on it and spread her legs apart. I glanced down at the tempting pinkness of her pussy-lips but then watched as she opened the bottle, tipped something into her hand and then smoothed it over the inner curves of both breasts, liberally coating the deep valley between them.

'It's body oil, it's quite safe. Now come here, let me relieve some of that pressure for you.'

I noticed that both of her nipples had started to swell from just the brief touch of her oil coated hand, which had given her breasts a glistening sheen. I couldn't wait to feel the sensations that sliding up between them would give me and stepped forward, my cock quivering in anticipation. As I moved she lay back a little, making it easier for me to do what I wanted and as I moved between her legs she slipped her still lightly oiled hand over my cock-head and back along the shaft, coating it too with a thin film. Then, using both hands to lift and press her breasts closer together, she created a narrow valley between the two globes of firm, creamy flesh.

The valley was widest at the bottom, where her breasts curved out from her rib-cage and I slid my cock-head into that space, then, taking hold of her by the shoulders and slowly thrusting forward, I pushed my cock up the tight, oiled channel.

The sensations were electrifying!

Barbara looked up, watching for my reactions and smiled as she saw the expression on my face. 'Is that good?' she asked unnecessarily.

'Unbelievable Barbara, quite unbelievable!' I answered in a hoarse voice, then began to slowly move my cock up and down that valley of sheer delight.

As she picked up the rhythm of my movements she adjusted the amount of pressure she was applying to her breasts, keeping them close together as I pushed forwards but increasing the strength of the sensations I was getting by pressing them even more tightly together as I withdrew. The resulting sensations were completely different to anything I had ever felt before. The slick, oiled surface allowed me to slide back and forth, but the firm flesh seemed to mould itself around me, squeezing my cock from end to end, triggering the firing of every single nerve cell. As the cannonade of pleasure-sparks continued shooting up through me I thought was in heaven, the feelings were simply indescribable and the pleasure centres inside my brain quickly became totally overloaded.

I heard myself groaning as the level of my excitement escalated higher and higher, and looked down at the sight of my cock plunging up and down that luscious valley. The bloated head had turned a deeper shade of purple, the veins along the shaft had become even more pronounced and I could tell from the increasing ache in my tightening balls that their contents were already churning.

Barbara caught my eye, a look of happy satisfaction showing on her face. 'That feels lovely, and I can tell how good it is for you. The look on your face says it all, not to mention how big and hard your cock's got. And from the feel of it it's going to shoot your jism all over me any minute now, isn't it?'

I was in no state to answer her because all too quickly from my point of view, just then I felt it starting, that sudden, unstoppable surge as the seething well was tapped and I felt the accumulated semen jetting up through me.

Her eyes had been flicking up and down, watching the strength of what I was feeling reflected on my face as well as the effects it was having on my body. But as she felt my climax approaching she kept them fixed on my cock, staring unblinkingly, obviously not wanting to miss the sight of that first blast.

It was explosive, my body must have put every ounce of strength behind that critical thrust, and as I felt my balls jam themselves hard up against the base of her breasts, the thick, creamy gout spewed out, splattering itself right across her face and on up into her hair. 

'Aaah yes, yes, that's lovely! Come on, don't stop. Give me more! Let it all come!' she cried out excitedly, urging me on, squeezing her breasts even more tightly together, increasing their electrifying friction.




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I couldn't have stopped, even if I'd wanted to, and that was just the first of many. In response to the agonising ecstasy that wracked my body I thrust convulsively. Grunting at the intensity of the unbelievable thrills I was feeling as it continued pumping up from somewhere deep inside me, then squirting out over her, adding more and more to the mess the first load had caused.

When she finally saw I was virtually done she licked off what she could reach with her tongue, giving me a broad grin of satisfaction at the amount she had been able to drain out of me, and even as the pressure inside me gradually subsided and she saw that I had nothing left but a few, final spurts, she held me there, squeezing her breasts even tighter together. 'That was wonderful, something quite different. And.' she added as she smiled up at me, her face covered with trails and splodges of semen. 'It looked as though you enjoyed it even more than I did.'

'It was incredible Barbara. Just incredible.'

'Have you done that before?'

'Just once, with Helen. But this was much more powerful than that was, your breasts are bigger, firmer, and with the oil on them, wow!'

'I must remember that for another time.' she said, finally releasing me. 'Now we'd better clean up some of this mess.'

She used the towel she had been sitting on to wipe me down and then to get the quickly caking semen off her face. But there was nothing she could do about the stuff in her hair. 'Maybe it's a good conditioner.' she said with a laugh. 'Anyway, I'll have to wash it again in the morning.'

'It is the morning Barbara.' I reminded her, pointing to the clock. It was nearly three thirty.

'Good heavens, I hadn't realised how long I'd been talking. You must be dead on your feet.'

'A bit weary, but very pleasantly so, thanks to you.' I added, taking her in my arms and kissing her. Only realising just how tired I actually was when my body totally failed to respond to the feel of her nakedness pressed close to me. 'But even so, there's one part of all this that you still haven't explained.' I added.

'What's that?'

'Where Julia fits in, how you got to know her in the first place.'

'Ah yes, of course. That must have confused you. Do you want me to tell you about it now? I'll have to back-track a little, but it won't take long.'

Although weary, as I thought we might not get another such opportunity I said she should go ahead and sat down as she started to tell me what had happened.

'I was at college, very depressed and mixed-up, still having to take quite a few pills just to get through each day, and being totally anti-social, especially as far as boys were concerned. While most of the rest of the students were creating a constantly shifting scene of sexual activity around me, I was one of the few who was apparently totally disinterested in any of the variety of approaches the boys made to me. So I guess I was a natural target for a couple of the girls who weren't interested in boys either, girls who preferred their sex with other girls.

At first I didn't twig to what they were after, I just thought they were being friendly, and initially I was a bit angry when I did finally wake-up to the fact that there was more to it than that. Anyway, to keep it short, one evening, I gave in to one of them, and found I quite enjoyed it, it wasn't what I needed but it made me feel nice and in a way it helped take my mind off the enormous load of guilt I was carrying.

Julia was one of the occasional lecturers, she gave a couple of lectures in the business section of our course, talked about the role of women in business, and, as I soon found out, had a bit of a thing going with the girl I'd gone to bed with.'

'So I had been partly right!' I thought to myself. 'There had been more to Julia's sex-life than I had known about.'

'She never made a direct approach to me but I saw her looking at me and got the feeling she'd like to. But my friend talked about her almost non-stop, how elegant she was, how successful, where she had taken her, and as that had included the occasional afternoon in bed together, even describing her house in minute detail.

Then, quite a long time later, there was that amazing morning, when we all met because I fell over. As I've said, I was already attracted to you physically, and got very pissed-off when I realised that you and Helen had been to bed together, and that you refused to do the same with me. Then, from odd bits of conversation with Mum, about what had happened between you, I got a really funny feeling about the house, and it suddenly dawned on me that it sounded just like the house the girl at college had visited, Julia's house. Of course I'd known she was married, but just couldn't believe the coincidence.

Anyway, I was determined to have another go at you and as Mum had put your phone number in her book, I rang, hoping that it would be you that answered. It wasn't of course, so then I mentioned my friend's name and made out that I was after a copy of one of the lectures she had given us. Julia must have remembered me, and perhaps because she was going through a bit of a flat spot at the time, she came on quite positively, suggesting that rather than simply posting it to me, we meet for coffee so we could discuss the paper.

I couldn't really refuse, and in a funny sort of a way I was intrigued too and got to wondering what sex with her would actually be like. But I was still determined to reach you, so rang back again a few times during the next couple of days, but each time it was Julia who answered the phone and I had to keep finding reasons for the call, which got more and more difficult of course.

As it was you I had first asked for I suppose she got suspicious, thinking I was your girl-friend or something. Anyway we met, she told me she'd immediately remembered me from college and then came on very strongly, which I admit I found quite exciting. One thing led to another and when she invited me round to see her that Saturday, ostensibly to go through another of her lectures, I guessed where we'd end up, and decided I might as well experience whatever she had in mind for us.

So it was an odd situation, with both of us having you as the secondary player, even though you didn't know anything about it. I saw Julia as a way of getting closer to you, she thought you and I already had something going on. But regardless of that, we actually enjoyed each other, in a completely different way to what you, Mum and I have of course.

The week we had away together was a lot of fun and living together is pretty good most of the time. But I don't think either of us will be exactly broken-hearted when it comes to an end. I'm not sure just what Julia is looking for but I know it isn't me, and I certainly wouldn't want to spend too much longer in a purely female relationship. Apart from anything else, there's just no substitute for a hot, hard cock.' She added with a cheeky grin.

So, Julia and Barbara had got together as a result of an almost improbable set of coincidences, without which none of what was now happening to us could have come about. I couldn't help wondering what other twists and turns life still had in store for us, and what joys or sadness they would produce.

But by then my brain was too tired and too full to be bothered even thinking such thoughts and we returned hand in hand to the bed-room. Helen didn't look as though she had stirred in our absence but as we slipped into bed, one on either side of her, she murmured in her sleep and snuggled herself up against us. I lay there, recalling some of the things Barbara had told me, the new pictures I had inside my head, and especially the wonderful feelings I had experienced from having my cock between her breasts and, with the memory of that, within a few minutes I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Chapter 24

The Call of the Wild

Not surprisingly, we all slept late on the Saturday morning, Helen woke first and although I was still half asleep I was vaguely aware of her slipping her arms around me and pulling herself closer. Some time later, when she had found she was getting absolutely no response from me, she got up to go to the bath-room and as Barbara was still dead to the world, when I heard Helen go along to the kitchen, I got up, slipped back into my bath-robe and stumbled out to join her.

Barbara and I had left our cups and glasses beside the sink and as Helen heard me coming she turned and gave me a lovely smile. 'Good morning lover.' she said as I stood behind her, slipped my arms around her and kissed the side of her neck. 'It looks as though someone had a disturbed night.' she added as she pressed herself back against me.

'Yes, Barbara couldn't sleep and got up to make herself a hot drink, that woke me and we ended up talking for nearly two hours. It all came out, it was a bit difficult for her at times, a few tears. But I think it helped her, I think just talking it through will have made a difference.'

'Oh, that's marvellous Roger. Thank you.' she turned in my arms, gave me an enormous hug and kissed me hard.

'Careful, careful.' I said as I eased her away from me. 'The beard's a bit heavy, I don't want you scratching your face.'

'What about scratching somewhere else instead?'

'That might have to wait until a bit later lover.'

She grinned up at me, her eyes twinkling. 'I see, not ready for me yet, still a bit drained after last night are you? I knew the two of us would be too much for you to handle.' she paused, then added. 'Was it just talk that kept you and Barbara up, or did you find a more practical way of consoling her?'

'Actually it was she that consoled me, if that's the right word.' I admitted, wondering if I was doing the right thing, but recognising that she'd find out what had happened from Barbara at some time anyway.

But I needn't have worried, she seemed happy enough about it, she just wanted to know what and how, and when I described what Barbara had done for me she seemed to actually get quite excited.

'Oh good, I guessed you'd been thinking about doing that with her for a long time. She would do a much better job for you than I was able to, her breasts are a much better shape for it. Was it as good as you'd imagined it would be darling?'

'Marvellous.' I answered, then explained how Barbara had made it even better by using the body oil, adding. 'But she's going to have to give her hair a good wash this morning, there's a fair bit of me still stuck in it.'

'I can imagine.' she said with a laugh. 'How much detail did she go into, about she and Luke I mean?'

'A lot, just about everything they did together I should think. That was the real problem, as well as everything else she has going for her, she has a real talent with words, her descriptions were so graphic I couldn't help getting aroused. She couldn't miss seeing that of course, and took pity on me.' I added sheepishly.

'I understand Roger. I don't mind, that's what this week-end was all about remember. Sharing with each other. If I hadn't wanted that as much as Barbara did I would never have arranged things like this. You can do whatever you like with her, you won't upset me, believe me.'

'It's just that you weren't there to share in it, I didn't want you to think I was sneaking behind your back.'

She grinned wickedly. 'I liked what you did 'behind my back' last night, though you were anything but sneaky about the way you did it.'

I presumed she was referring to the way I had fucked her arse and was in one way glad of the opportunity to get off the subject of what Barbara and I had done together. 'Was that as good as you thought it would be?' I asked.

'Oh yes! Much, much better in fact, very exciting, very powerful. It was wonderful Roger. We can do that again sometime can't we?' she added eagerly.

'Of course, whenever you like.'

'But not right now, right?' she said mischievously.

'True.' I admitted. 'I don't think I'm quite back to full charge just yet.'

'O.K. - you go and shower, shave and all those things. I'll start getting some breakfast together, then I'll shower after we've eaten. We have to get your strength back, there's another day, and another night ahead of us.'

As I stood under the shower and let those words run through my head again, I wondered just how much staying power my body would prove to have.

There was a wonderful smell of bacon in the air by the time I had finished, which made me realise just how hungry I was. 'What do you have in mind for today darling?' I asked when I sat down to eat.

Helen smiled as she answered. 'Well I can tell you what we are not going to do, and that's the chores. They can wait.'

It had become one of our routines to get all the cleaning and other necessary jobs around the place out of the way on a Saturday morning, leaving us free to enjoy the rest of the week-end. But by the sound of things she had something more interesting planned for us.

'So, what then?'

'We thought, if it was a nice day, and it looks as though it will be, that we might get out into the fresh air, maybe go for a trip down into the National Park.'

I picked up on the word 'we', and wondered if they had thought up a programme for the entire week-end.

'But of course only if you fancy that too.' she added.

'Sounds fine to me. What about lunch, do we take something with us?'

'We thought we'd have a barbecue, there are plenty of places set up inside the park. In fact.' she said with a cheeky grin. 'We've already got most of it ready.'

'So much for any fancy I might have, it sounds to me as though I'm being organised, in the nicest possible way of course. Just tell me what you want me to do.'

'Just help us, and of course, keep your strength up. That's why we thought of a barbecue, good red meat. Now, I'd better get into the bath-room, perhaps you'd wake Barbara and get her moving too. Whatever way you like.' she added as she got up from the table.

'I'll just take her a cup of coffee, it sounds as though I might be called on later and I'd hate to be unable to respond and disappoint you both.'

'Oh I doubt you'd do that anyway Roger. But whatever you think, I'll leave it to you.'

After she had gone I put fresh coffee on to brew and while I was waiting for that I washed-up our breakfast things and re-laid the table for Barbara. I doubted she would want a cooked breakfast but felt equally sure she'd want something. Then poured a coffee and took it through to the bed-room.

She had obviously just woken and was half propped up in bed, her eyes still blurred from sleep, but her breasts were definitely wide-awake. As she had pushed herself up the sheet had slipped down, exposing both glorious globes, and the semi-erect nipples that tipped them. I could only think that she must have woken from having some sort of erotic dream and in spite of what I had just said to Helen I couldn't resist the temptation. Having put the cup down on the bed-side table, I knelt beside her, leaned across and cupped the nearest one, thrilling at the feel of her still bed-warm, silky skin and then lowered my head, took the budding tip between my lips and gently sucked on it.

She sighed softly and one hand slipped behind my head, pulling me more tightly down against herself, encouraging me to fondle and suck her more strongly and as I happily did that I saw her other hand slip down beneath the sheet and could then tell from the way it moved that she was using it to further stimulate herself.

It was very quick and not very strong but as she held me even tighter and as the movements beneath the sheet became even faster I heard her breathing quicken, then with a small gasp of pleasure, her body shuddered to its climax. She held me there for a few minutes while her body slowly relaxed again, then letting go of me she twisted and pressed her lips to mine.

'Thank you. That was a lovely way to wake up.' she said when the kiss came to an end. 'I'd been dreaming about us and as you could apparently tell, I'd got rather turned-on by it. You came in at just the right moment.'

'What was the dream about?'

'Guess.'

'I've no idea.'

'Last night, the last thing. Remember?'

'If you're talking about what I think you are, I'm not very likely to have forgotten am I.'

'I'm glad of that. Well that's what I was dreaming of, having your gorgeous cock between my breasts, that's why they were so sensitive, why I came so quickly when you sucked them.'

'I'm glad you enjoyed it too, it was mind-blowing for me, as you saw, and as you'll see when you have a look at your hair.' I added with a grin as I smoothed the area where my caked semen had set it into flattened patches.

'That'll wash out, I'm just glad that it was so good for you, we'll do that again sometime won't we?'

'Whenever you like Barbara, just whenever you like.'

Just as Helen had, when I'd given her a similar answer a few minutes before, Barbara's response was an immediate and eager. 'Now?'

I chuckled at her enthusiasm but pushed away the hand that dropped over the edge of the bed and started to grope around for me. 'Right now is probably not a good idea, I gather from your mother that we have a trip to the great out-doors scheduled.'  

'Oh good, we're actually going then?'

'So I've been told, and it sounds a good idea to me too, we can't spend the entire week-end in bed.'

'We could.'

'If we did I doubt that I'd be much fun for you by tomorrow.'

'I wouldn't be so sure about that, but O.K., I liked the idea of a bit of a trip too, so, where are we up to?'

'As you see, I'm virtually ready, I've had my breakfast. Your mother is in the shower, so if you go and have something to eat, then you should be able to have your shower. I'll get the car organised while you are doing that, then we can be off. O.K.?'

'Sounds fine. And a cup of coffee in bed too. Such service.' she said, giving me another, quicker kiss. 'I'll just have this, then I'll get up and get moving.'

In less than an hour we were actually under way, Helen beside me and Barbara and some of the barbecue gear behind and after we had made our way through the usual Saturday morning traffic and got to the outskirts of the city we found the going easier and quicker.

Until then I had been busy concentrating on driving, but the girls, as I still found myself thinking of them, had been chatting freely all the while. Initially they'd discussed different parts of the park we might make for, recalling other trips they had made and as those had of course included Luke it was natural that in time one thing should lead to another and that Helen should refer to the talk Barbara and I had had during the night. From the easy way Barbara answered I got the feeling that my impression had been right, that just talking about it had in fact helped her a great deal.

In fact, at one point it was Helen who seemed to become the more introspective of the two. 'I've often wondered if it would have all happened if I hadn't said 'no' to you having that dress.'

'Which dress Mum?'

'The dress for the ball, that Luke ended up buying the material for. If I had done that it might have all been so different.'

I remained silent, recalling what Barbara had told me during the night, about her disappointment at Helen's refusal and how she had then decided to try to get Luke's agreement for her to buy the expensive material.

'That was when it started, wasn't it Barbara?' I heard Helen ask, her voice breaking into my recollection of Barbara's recounting of the event. 'He bought it and you were so excited that, well, I can imagine the rest.'

'No Mum, it wasn't that way, it had already started before that. I think he bought it because by then he knew just how much it meant to me.'

'Before that? I hadn't realised.'

Suddenly I realised from the tone of surprise in Helen's voice that I probably then knew more about the detail of the sequence of events between Barbara and Luke than she herself did.