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Click hereKat's tongue is, coincidentally, wicked beyond belief. She can lash a girl with it endlessly, until she has climbed up to staggering heights.
Her fingers are deadly weapons too.
Oh me oh my, her fingers!
Playing with myself as I type, I am remembering the feel of Kat as much as revelling in the picture of her attending to Lizzie.
Shallowly at first, in no more than the depth of first knuckles, Kat is stimulating that important area just inside Lizzie's vagina; that area where she's super-sensitive.
(Meanwhile I'm similarly stimulating me!)
Then Kat is in deeper. Using two fingers she's plunging in and out, leaving little to the imagination and going for it urgently. In and out, in and out, her fingers so fast they can only be seen as a blur and her tongue is still wickedly lashing away at Lizzie's erect clit.
Thirty seconds later Lizzie cums, big-time.
And good grief, here I go as well!
Chapter Four
Afterwards, during the following Wednesday night, Kat assured me (under conditions of complete secrecy which I am blatantly ignoring, tee hee!), that she had decided to take control from a very early stage.
'To shut her up if nothing else,' she told me, beating the same old drum.
Turned out Lizzie wanted to be taken control of. Turned out Lizzie couldn't have been happier.
Don't ask me for the rationale. All I can say is that sex tends to be horses for courses. I've known aggressive lesbians in my time but the vast majority want to share. Or to take turns. And who can object to that?
Ask me, sex is a sharing thing. Sometimes a girl wants to top, sometimes she doesn't. In honesty I like it that way: predictably unpredictable and all that.
Plus a change is always good in an established relationship. "New" wears off after an hour or two but "change" is always intriguing.
Not that Lizzie and Kat seemed to have changed a great deal.
'When I stopped kissing her she immediately started gabbling again,' said Kat. "She was saying nice things but it was an endless stream.'
'And so . . .' I prompted.
'And so I took your advice and sat on her face.' Kat guffawed. 'And just like you said, she kept on chattering away for ages. Best vibes I've ever had. And it worked exactly the same when I tried it again, every time.'
'You tried it again more than once,' I said with a chuckle, stating not asking.
'I tried it again loads of times,' Lizzie assured me, shaking her head in mock disbelief. 'I know that I'm preaching to the converted, but the girl's beyond being merely good-looking. Gabbling aside, everything she does turns me on.'
'So carrying on as we were Sunday afternoon wasn't really an issue?'
'No way was it. I was well up for shagging her in Dave's bed.'
Except Kat being Kat, she didn't say "shag".
As if I cared at a moment like that.
*****
Please accept my (insincere?) apologies for not continuing with my friends' adventures. I reckon you have heard enough already. And my trusty left hand is cramping. Bearing in mind that I knew not and cared not what the other two were up to at the time, let's explore Sunday a little further.
By that I mean my Sunday, not theirs.
And yes, I'll stay double-handed on the keyboard from now on; cross my heart I will.
Honestly . . .
*****
Fed and watered we left the Busfeild around three o'clock. Practical as ever, Dave nipped round to her place and re-emerged with a travel bag full of clothes.
'I can't be late to work in the morning,' she explained. 'So I'll get ready at yours.'
Practical as ever, I'd called Ali's taxi and he arrived perhaps three seconds after she came down her garden path.
Yet another Morton to Micklethwaite cab journey; and yet another kiss and cuddle in the back.
Okay I admit it! We'd been having sex for the best part of a day and I still had the urgent need for more.
Perhaps needless to report, the geese were not a problem. Well, they weren't after I went into the farmhouse and came back with fistfuls of carrots.
Note for would-be burglars: Guard geese can be distracted by carrots.
Not that I'd recommend it. A stranger throwing a guard dog a drugged steak might just work but a stranger throwing anything to my flock of geese would be on a loser. Unless they know you or I've cleared you in advance, a handful of veg ain't going to stop my guys.
Never mind the Second Amendment; I have the right to bear geese.
Try to rob me and you'll wish you'd been merely shot.
And that's before I come out to practice my karate on your sad sack of an ass.
Geese accounted for, ignoring the rest of Hunters Farm we went straight to my room. We didn't pass Go and we did not collect £200. Instead we slowly undressed each other and took turns to kiss each other's nips.
Forgive me if I've said this before but, in my opinion, the sight of a fully erect female nipple is both beautiful and awesome. It is very possibly the best sight in the world. And feeling a nip as it goes hard and swells between my lips and on my tongue is ace. I can't think of many better sensations.
Come to that, right now I can't think of any better sensations.
Duly aroused, we climbed onto my bed and tried to find sixty-nine ways to sixty-nine (an old game of mine, but always a good one). Then, around position number twenty, Dave surprised me.
Yes, out of simply nowhere she popped a finger into my anus.
'Oh,' I exclaimed as she wiggled it in exploration, 'that's nice.'
She responded by pulling out, but not for long. Almost immediately she pushed in two fingers and resumed her wiggling.
'It feels like this isn't a first,' she observed wryly.
'You can if you want,' I said, almost whispering.
'I can what?'
'In that middle drawer,' I told her, pointing. 'There are harnesses, dildos and lube.'
'Are you proposing anal?'
'Of course I am.'
'I'm a giver rather than a taker,' she warned.
'That's cool. Give me as much as you like.'
I watched Dave as she approached the set of drawers. From some angles she seemed boyish but from behind she was quite shapely and extremely sexy. I felt a stab of desire and fought it off. I had made a proposal and therefore could not retract it.
Honour had to be satisfied.
Nosily, Dave snooped in my top drawer first. 'What are all the scarves for?' she wondered.
'Tying up, blindfolding and gagging,' I replied. 'You want the next drawer down.'
Conversely, she looked in the bottom drawer and, gasping, assured me she had never seen so many vibrators in her life.
'What do you need all these for?'
'Variety,' I said with an awkward shrug. 'Try the middle drawer for goodness's sake.'
'You have three drawers packed full of toys! That's practically gluttony.'
'Tell me about it. But tell me later, not now. I'm in a hurry if you're not.'
Dave finally opened the middle drawer and, after assuring me she'd never seen so many dildos in her life, selected a harness and a relatively small and realistically shaped toy. Expertly strapping it on, she came back to the bed with the familiar plastic bottle clasped in her hand.
'I'm rather excited,' she said.
So was I. By then I had got into the most whore-like position I could think of: on my knees with my face in the bedcovers and my ass in the air.
'Go for it girl,' I said, 'and the sooner the better.'
Kneeling behind me Dave reinserted two fingers then dripped lubricant onto me, using the crack of my bum as a channel and working it into me with steady, confident strokes.
'Nice, nice, nice,' I endorsed.
From that position I couldn't see Dave or our reflections so I didn't witness her lube the dildo but, from the motion of the bedsprings, I guessed that was what she did next.
Then she ran the tip of the sex toy up and down my natural "channel" and pressed firmly against my ring.
And she was in me, just like that. Not all the way, understand, maybe only an inch or so but in me nevertheless.
'Nice, nice, nice,' I sighed, 'more, more, more.'
Dave shifted position slightly, recompressing the bedsprings, and pressed in a little harder. I let out a squeal of delight as I felt the realistic glans slide in deeper and deeper, widening me as it went. And I squealed again as I felt her hips collide with my firm buttocks.
Nice, nice, nice!
Now she really was in me. She was in me up to the hilt and I loved it. That indescribable feeling of fullness, that incredible pressure on my G-spot, coming from the different angle . . .
What was there not to like!
Using a steady pace, Dave drove into me again and again. It seemed we were set forever and I for one was not complaining. My orgasm control was suddenly supreme and forever wasn't at all long enough.
And then Dave's hand slid down my abdomen and three of her fingers were deep in my vagina, pressing my G-spot from the other, more familiar angle. Every nerve in my body rejoiced. Dave's palm was right there on my clitoris too, rubbing over it as her fingers worked their magic and the dildo moved in and out, in and out.
Yes, relentless and better than best; that was Dave in action.
Orgasm control phooey! I started to cum and simply couldn't stop. I honestly don't know whether to count it as one hour-long orgasm or a hundred short climaxes thirty seconds apart, each more powerful than the last.
If the latter was the case then number one hundred turned my bones to jelly. Screaming all sorts of nonsense I flopped, unable to maintain any position, whore-like or not.
Chapter Five
Amazingly Dave hadn't had enough. All that effort expended in pleasuring me and still she was up for more.
'Those scarves,' she said as I lay face first on the bed, gasping for breath but otherwise unable to move, 'they sound like fun, don't they?'
I didn't even have it in me to nod. 'Whatever,' I mumbled, 'but don't expect me to do any doing.'
'That's fine by me,' she cried, bouncing upright as if she was a new-born lamb; and one full of the joys of spring at that.
Yet again I stared at her bare rear. Yet again I felt a stab of desire and fought it off.
This time it wasn't so much of a matter of honour; this time I had no bones in my legs so I simply couldn't have molested her, stab of desire or not.
Watching her was enjoyable though. The sight of her sexy ass even inspired me to roll over and get a better view.
Hmmm, I thought, maybe I'm not past it after all.
Out of a rainbow of options Dave chose green scarves. 'They match your eyes,' she told me.
As if it was the first time I'd been told that!
I was ready to give Miss Clever Clogs' advice about sliding knots but didn't need to. There again, Dave was very much an outdoor girl. She hiked and climbed cliffs. For all I knew she might have sailed boats as well. Tying knots obviously came as naturally to her as licking clits.
'Right hand,' she commanded, very much the girl in charge.
I held out my right hand obediently and two seconds later it was secured to a rail at the head of the bed.
'Now give me your left hand.'
Before I knew it both my hands were fastened to the same rail, and fastened there well. I couldn't have escaped even if I'd wanted to.
'I'm not going to gag you,' Dave announced, 'because we'll need your mouth. And I'm not going to blindfold you because I want you to see. In fact here, try these for size.'
Surprising me again, she took off her glasses and put them on me. I blinked owlishly a while as my eyes adjusted to them. The lenses weren't as powerful as they looked. Never having needed specs I'm no expert but, to me, it seemed Dave's sight needed little assistance. Maybe, like Vic, she wore her frames mostly as a fashion accessory.
'They suit you,' she said, as if reading my mind. 'Now excuse me while I revisit those drawers.'
Looking up at the overhead mirror I saw she had a point. Tied to the bed with my arms either side of my head in a V, sweaty and wild-haired, I still managed to look good. Being naked and tanned helped, but the glasses added a little je ne sais quoi.
In all honesty I'd have fancied having a go at me.
So evidently did Dave.
'I'll save the magic wand vibrator for another day,' she said, holding up one of my Feeldoes. 'I'm going to do most of today's doing with this.'
I watched her deftly inset the shorter pony end into herself and raised a grin as she straddled me and put the horse end in the valley between my breasts.
'Nice,' I said as she began to move.
'Nicer still,' I added when she took hold of by boobs and pressed them together, giving both of us the benefit of extra friction.
Dave must have had me like that for at least half an hour. Savouring the experience I alternated between watching her face and watching the pair of us in the mirror. Her expressions were truly fascinating; so too were our reflections. And for once my fanny behaved itself. I only came once, right at the very end and in collusion with Dave's third orgasm.
(By that I mean she came three times whilst shagging my breasts; she'd cum lots of times before that little treat, obviously.)
Inching upwards, she brought the horse in reach of my mouth.
'Suck me,' she commanded.
Here's an aside for you. When I bought my first strapless device I read all sorts of articles about it and followed the advice given. In other words I practiced alone, walking about while wearing it to get those important muscles trained. I also spent a lot of time jerking off as if I was a man, getting used to the sensations even tiny movements of the horse could cause inside of me.
That practice and training paid off in more ways than one. I never, ever lose my grip on the pony; unwanted pop outs just don't happen; I'm well-versed on both ends of the device . . . and I'm able to give devilishly good blowjobs to lucky girlfriends.
But I need to use my hands to maximize the blowjob experience.
And Dave wanted me with my hands tied behind my back.
(Well, tied upside my head, but nowhere near her horse, that was for sure.)
Needless to report I tried my best, using only my mouth, lips and tongue to move the pony inside her as much as possible. Dave responded by undulating gently, in time with my attentions. She also moaned and groaned a lot and came quite early on.
'Don't stop,' she urged, 'I want more.'
Still wishing I could bring my hands into play I sucked, licked and bobbed my head. Sadly it was yet another position where I couldn't watch reflections. The feelings were fine, though: the steady motion of the horse in my mouth, my awareness of Dave building and building.
That second time in my mouth she really did cum like a man, her gentleness gradually changing to urgency, her moans and groans becoming grunts and growls. Trust me, when she finished I genuinely expected to feel a jet of hot saltiness splashing the back of my throat.
Next she took me down there, her lower body on mine, straight arms holding her torso up and off me. There was good and bad about that. On the positive front I could see us in the mirror again, I could also see the excitement flitting across Dave's face and the angle of penetration was divine. On the negative front I wanted to run fingers through her short brown hair; to sink fingernails into her bare back; to tweak her diamond-hard nipples . . .
But my hands were still out of commission.
Best I could come up with was to wrap my legs around her and pull her into me ever-harder.
'Untie me,' I panted.
'Not listening,' she replied, adding skilful twists and turns into her constant changes of rhythm.
Don't ask how long she kept at me. It was ages and aeons rather than minutes and hours. And it was superb; every last second was superb.
Better still, she orgasmed more than I did. For every one of mine she came twice or thrice.
(I'd say more but I believe "thrice" is as far as that line of thinking goes.)
Eventually, maybe halfway through, she relaxed her arms, lowering her torso, adjusting that angle of penetration, ensuring lots of breast-to-breast contact and shagging me harder than ever.
Yes, yes, yes!
It was sheer, undiluted bliss. What did I say about forever not being long enough? Scrap that; if I had my way she'd still be taking me here and now.
Chapter Six
Somehow the clock had ticked around to midnight. Our bodies were motionless but still joined by that wonderful toy. Dave had been doing most of the doing for eight hours and had called timeout. I had bones in my legs again but needed a breather, so I didn't complain.
How could anyone complain after a seeing-to like that!
'That was astounding,' I assured her, girlishly, breathlessly, 'but it's time to unfasten me.'
I was still wearing her glasses. Dave, still on top of me, deliberately breathed on them, steaming up the lenses.
'You unfasten yourself,' she said, laughing.
Not for the first time I decided laughing transformed her. From being merely extremely beautiful, laughter made her exquisite.
Right there and then I told her I loved her. Yes, that stupid mouth of mine came out with it, without bothering to engage my brain.
Yet again!
Dave stopped laughing and frowned. 'I'm crap at loving,' she said.
'We've been making love for a day and a half,' I observed, 'and the last thing you are is crap at it.'
'I mean relationships. I always screw up.'
I wanted to mention Kat but didn't dare. Dave and Kat had cohabited several times and were only recently reunited. Yes, reunited and wantonly sleeping around already. And Vic was there in Kat's equation too. I wasn't sure if Dave knew about Vic so, taking the coward's way out, I changed the subject.
'I read about this new sort of a relationship the other day,' I said, 'No Label Dating, they call it.' I chuckled. 'I must be a trend setter; I've been doing that sort of thing all of my life.'
'You just used the L word,' Dave reminded me, practical as ever.
'I love lots of people,' I replied smoothly (I hope!), 'I won't bore you with the full list, but there are quite a few on it. I can like and desire a girl without wanting to tie her down.'
That struck Dave as funny. When she stopped guffawing she at last undid her expert knots and I flexed my arms, chasing away the pins and needles.
'Tie a girl down,' she said unnecessarily. 'What a hoot!'
'I happen to like being tied down.'
'So I noticed.'
Cue more mutual girly laughter.
'I want to see you again,' I reminded her. 'I don't do commitments, but I do want to see you again; and more than just once.'
'Okay,' she said.
That was good enough for me. Fixing actual dates could wait. Suddenly all that mattered was us getting back into action. And by then it was definitely my turn to do some doing.
'I really enjoyed tonight,' said I, squeezing her bum. 'You are an expert in the art of pleasuring a woman. But now it's time for me to pleasure you.'
Dave breathed on her/my glasses again, steaming them up again. Unfastened, I was able to wipe them in time to see her mischievous leer.
Omigod, practical, sensible Dave had a mischievous side!
'Give me that Feeldoe,' I said sternly.
She responded by thrusting it in and out of me, quickly picking up a rhythm.
'Not like that. Take it out and pass it to me.'
'I will, but only if I can stay on top.'
'You're joking.'
'Am I heckers like.'
Her face was serious so I took her at her word. 'Fair enough,' said I, 'take it out and pass it to me.'
Steaming up her/my glasses one final time, Dave pulled the horse out of me with an audible plop. A second plop just one instant later confirmed she'd removed the pony end.
'Here,' she said, passing me the toy.
Impulsively, I licked the pony, tasting her on it, feeling the retained warmth of her.
'Nice,' she said, grinning down at me.
'That's my line,' I protested, pressing the shorter end into me, clasping it automatically and tightly.