The Holiday

Annoyed, Sara shook the bottle which sprayed over Phillipa’s top and soaked Jen in the process. Completely hysterical with laughter they stumbled into the bathroom to clean up. Phillipa peeled off her vest top and dropped it in soggy heap in the bath. Jen gave Sara a funny look, it was weird to see a teenage girl happy to show off part of her body to complete strangers.

Jen was about to find a towel when she burped and dropped in the bath. She laughed out loud, farted very un ladylike and fell fast asleep.

“Oh man,” Phillipa said, slurring her words. “She can’t hanandle her booze.”

“Towel. Need some ofthat towel business,” Sara replied. She swigged from the vodka bottle she had brought with her.

The tiny hand towel wasn’t big enough for either of them. Sara wasn’t going to get dry and decided that since Phillipa had already removed her top that she could go ahead and do the same. She wasn’t bothered by the fact that she would be showing off hr breasts to a stranger since the stranger didn’t seem to care that she was doing the very same thing!

Sara splashed water onto her chest to get rid of the sticky coke. Phillipa did the same. Sara couldn’t help but sneak a peek at Phillipa’s huge white breasts which must have been a 40e which Sara thought was being nice. Phillipa rubbed a wash cloth over them and Sara watched how they bounced and swayed. She was so pissed that inhibitions were the last thing on her mind. Without realised what she was doing until she did it, Sara reached out and gave Phillipa’s tits a quick squeeze making a “honk honk” sound as she did so.

Phillipa span around and stared drunkenly at Sara, eyeing her up, swaying on her feet a little and staring at Sara’s breasts. Then she grabbed them and did the same, her big hands grabbed Sara’s smaller 36d breasts and wobbled them about.

They both collapsed in a fit of giggles before stopping and staring at each other. Sara wasn’t sure what they were about to do but she did feel the atmosphere change. She was very vaguely aware of about to cross a barrier she hadn’t crossed before, if she totally honest would never have crossed it if she hadn’t been so completely drunk. Past lovers had told her she always got horny when she was drunk.

Sara looked at Phillipa’s face. The next morning when Jen and Sarah looked at pictures taken of Phillipa on their cell phones they realised Phillipa wasn’t exactly a looker, far from it really. She was overweight, had a manly face and was very gruff and rough. But that night that sort of thing wasn’t important or even noticeable.

After a pause, during which they both eyed each other up and Jen giggled in her half sleepy half drunken stupor, they started taking their clothes off. Sara unzipped her skirt, tore away her panties, socks and shoes and watched Phillipa do the same. Then they stared at each other once more. Sara knew she was a little overweight, and was losing it all the time at the gym, but knew that alcohol or not that Phillipa was way fatter than she was.

Phillipa was chubby, she had a large stomach, a roll of fat under her breasts and arms, large thighs and a huge bush of pubic hair, some of which spread onto her stomach up to her navel. Her stomach was lined with stretch marks and a few spots. She didn’t shave her arm pits either. In the cold light of day Sara would have turned her nose up at such a sight saying it was gross. Right then and there she didn’t care, she was eyeing Phillipa’s body with erotic eyes. Her heart pounded in her chest.

“Letss getton with it,” Phillipa slurred. “We’re both horny as fuck right?”

“Very horny,” agreed Sara.

“Gurd, we don’t have time ter muck about.”

Sara nodded in agreement. “I never done this with another woman before,” she said, feeling the room sway around her.

“I done it before,” Phillipa stated.

She bent over and lifted Sara’s breasts, sucking each nipple hard while her free hand reached down and rubbed Sara’s pussy. Sara almost fainted from the touch, she was amazed at the situation she was in. The sober part of her knew this was weird, a first for her, something she hoped she wasn’t going to regret, but wanted to remember.

She had never looked at women in a sexual way her whole life until that moment and was slightly nervous. Her drunkenness and arousal tried to shove aside any silly feelings she had, although a small part of her couldn’t help feel that this was wrong somehow, that she didn’t really want to go through with it. She felt so horny that her body just took over regardless of what her brain was feeling. Her body forced her to groan loudly in pleasure as fat Phillipa touched her body.

“Like that huh?” Phillipa grunted. “Do it ter me.”

Phillipa put a hand on the back of Sara’s head and pulled it down to her breasts. Never having done that sort of thing before Sara took each large nipple in her mouth and sucked hard, rolling them between her lips and lapping them with her tongue. Phillipa seemed to like it as she moaned and grunted and rubbed her hand on Sara’s pussy more, her fingers roughly fondling her clit.

“You do it gurd,” Phillipa said.

She raised Sara’s head and pulled toward her own. They kissed, Phillipa forcing her tongue into Sara’s mouth making Sara suck on it like it was a miniature cock. Phillipa suddenly pushed 2 fingers right inside her soaking pussy without warning.

“Oohh…oh fuckingg helll…” Sara yelped in surprise and intense pleasure.

“Yeah you like bein a lezzer doncha?” Phillipa grunted into Sara’s ear as she held onto her and shoved her fingers inside her. “I Reckon yer a bitofa slut, a right fuckin horny bitch. I’m gonna make you cum.”

“Ohshitoshitoshit….oh christ…yesyes doit…make me fucking cum….” Sara yelled as she felt her climax rushing to boiling point. “Finger my cunt…ohyes…yesyesyes…I’m a slut…yespleasedoit…more…”

“Thas it, slut…cum on my hand. Fucking cum!”

Sara trembled as her climax hit her. She wobbled against Phillipa’s huge meaty body as her ‘friend’ fingered her pussy faster, harder and deeper. Her juices ran over Phillipa’s hand like she was pissing.

“Fuuucckkkk….I’m cumming….ohyeaaaahhhh…!!!!”

As soon as Sara had calmed down and got her breath back, Phillipa grinned stupidly at her, then kissed her deep. She pulled her hand away from Sara’s pussy, licked her dripping fingers then pushed them in Sara’s mouth. Sara licked her own juices from Phillipa’s fingers, enjoying the sweet musky taste.

Sara glanced at the bath rub and her sleeping friend. Jen was out cold and totally oblivious to Sara’s situation. Would she tell her in the morning? Would Jen remember anything from tonight? Sara wasn’t she if she thought it a good idea for Jen to remember anything or be told what had happened.

“Do me now. Do me,” Phillipa ordered. “Finger fuck my cunt.”

Phillipa turned and leaned against the wall opposite the bath, pulled Sara in front of her. She took Sara’s hand and roughly pushed it against her massive bush of pubes. Sara found Phillipa’s open inviting vulva was soaking as she started rubbing Phillipa’s pussy lips, feeling how soaked they were already. Phillipa kissed Sara again, her tongue drooling over her face, her breathing was ragged and deep. Sara had no choice but to let Phillipa slobber over her sweaty skin.

“Yeah that’s it…urghyeah,” Phillipa grunted as they snogged. “Get yer fingers in my cunt bitch and fuck me hard.”

Sara pushed 2 fingers deep inside Phillipa’s pussy. They held onto each other. She could feel Phillipa grabbing her breasts, sucking her nipples hard.

“Yer doin gurd,” Phillipa moaned. “Use more fingers…urghyeah…that’s better…now fuck me fast…yeahh like that…urghshit…”

Sara had 4 fingers inside Phillipa’s wide dripping pussy and was pumping them in and out fast, shoving them up inside her hard. They were both gasping for breath and shaking.

“Urgghfuckk…want yer other hand…use it on me clit,” Phillipa cried out, stumbling against Sara and almost knocked them both over. “Give me clit a fucking…gurd rub…ugh yeah…fuckin make me cum yer horny bitch…”

Sara moved her other hand under the roll of fatty stomach. She leaned against Phillipa and began searching for Phillipa’s clit, which wasn’t hard to find as it was huge! It stuck out like a small fat cock and as soon as Sara started rubbing it Phillipa went nuts.

“Yeah that’s fuckin gurd!!! Rub it harder!! Fuckin makeme cum!! Harder you fuckin slut whore!! Yer…ohyer it’s gurd…”

Sara was forcing four fingers in and out of Phillipa’s pussy and rubbing her cock like clit while trying to lean against the fleshy mountain of a woman in case she fell over. The sweat was pouring off Phillipa, dripping off her nose and chin, splashing over her huge breasts and running between their sticky bodies. All the while Phillipa was screaming and moaning for more and more. Sara was exhausted.

“Come on bitch!!” Phillipa bellowed in Sara’s ear. “Fuckmefuckmefuckme!!!! Make me cum!! Wanna cum!! Want you…urghyeah….fuckme….want you to fingerme till I fuckin cum….urgh…ohyur…”

Sara was doing the best she could. Phillipa was like a huge elephant bucking and shaking against her. Every part of her wobbled, her red face, her gigantic breasts, her rolls of fat and her stomach. Everything moved and bounced against Sara as she continued to finger Phillipa.

“Yer a fuckin bitch whore…urgh…” Phillipa grunted and smiled. “Look at me whore. Look at my face…ugh…yeahthasgurd…”

Sara raised her face away from Phillipa’s hot sticky breasts and looked at Phillipa’s frantic red face.

“Keep lookn at me…urghfuckme…yeah…I’m close…yeah oh…close ter cumin…keep looking at me when I squirt…you do this gurd…tell me you’re a whore…go on!!”

“I’m a whore,” Sara said, almost breathless now.

“Yer…urgh…fuckyeah…keep frigging me clit…force yer fingers in me bitch…what are you?”

“A bitch.”

“Right. You like fingering women doncha? Ohyer…fuckkkk…anysecond…any fuckin second…tell me what you like you cunt lovin bitch…urgh…COME ON!!”

“I…I like fingering women’s cunts,” Sara said. She just wanted Phillipa to reach her orgasm so she could collapse on the floor and pass out. “I want you to climax…”

“Gurd….yeah I like it….you talk dirty for first time lezza whore…I…” Phillipa’s eyes went wide and her body stated to shake. “…fuckkkkkk! Yeah bitch, fuck me harder….do it!!!! I’m cuming!!!! FINGER ME HARDER BITCH!!!”

Sara stared at Phillipa’s face as her whole body shook violently.

“FUCKKKK!!! I’m CUMING!!! YUR!!!! URGHHHHHH….OH….URGH URGH….YEEEAHAAHHH!!!! HERE I GOOOOOO…YERYER URRRRGGGGHHH….FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!”

Phillipa’s orgasm hit her so hard she bounced off the wall almost knocking both of them in the bath tub and almost certainly hurting Jen. Sara forced her body forwards to prop Phillipa up against the wall. Sara continued to push 4 fingers inside Phillipa’s pussy and rub her oversized clit as she climaxed. It felt as if Phillipa was pissing as juices squirted and oozed over Sara’s hands and legs.

Things calmed down. Phillipa caught her breath and Sara sagged and removed her hands from fatso’s body and collapsed onto the toilet, her body sore and sticky from sweat and drool and Phillipa’s pussy juice.

Phillipa stumbled across the bathroom and bent over. She grabbed Sara’s head and snogged her deep and hard, forcing her tongue once more into Sara’s mouth. They parted and Phillipa grinned.

“Yer was a gurd fuck,” she told Sara. “Not bad one bit. Maybe next time I get your face between my legs and on my puss and we’ll have some real fun. What you say?”

“Sounds good,” Sara said weakly. She was exhausted.

“Get yer friend outa the bath,” Phillipa said. “I gotta get some sleep.”

With that she stumbled out of the bathroom. Sara heard her banging around for a moment then silence. Wherever she was she hoped she has out cold for the foreseeable future. Sara managed to get dressed. She was still drunk enough to find dressing hard but not enough to know what she had just done. Why had she done that? What the hell was she thinking? She knew she could act a bit weird when she got aroused but that was just stupid!

She couldn’t decide if she should feel pleased at having experienced something new, something exciting, or if she should feel violated at having that fat sweaty shit force herself on her. Had she been sexually violated? She didn’t think so since she had enjoyed 80% of it but then she probably felt sick because of the ugly personality and ugly body of the woman she had done it with.

Sara just wanted to get back to the cottage and get to sleep. She managed to wake Jen and they stumbled out into the cool night air, found an taxi and that was where she fell asleep. Jen told her the next morning it was like a tag team. Jen falling asleep in the bath, then Sara falling asleep in the taxi.

Sara decided not to tell Jen about the night before just yet. She would wait and see if the time was right before saying anything to anyone. Besides she had to get it all straight in her own head first.

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Truth or Dare

The following evening all four decided to stay in, open a few bottles and play a few games, just relax. That day they had been shopping, relaxed by the beach in the afternoon and were now happy to enjoy each others company.

As the night deepened the wine flowed and they were all a little drunk. They had played an adult version of charades and a fun drinking game Shane picked up on their shopping trip. Dan suddenly decided that a good game of truth or dare was in order.

There were agreements from all parties and a bottle of wine was hastily spun on the coffee table. The dares were pretty lame to start with, drink half a bottle of wine without stopping, Sara had to simulate a blow job on a bottle of wine and Shane took a dare to run around the living room with his pants on his head.

The bottle landed on Sara and Jen smiled.

“Okay Sara, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Oh that’s a good choice,” smiled Jen. “Now then…let me think. Oh I know! I got a good one. Have you ever done it with a woman?”

Sara almost stopped breathing. Could her friend know about last night? She was feeling herself getting embarrassed. She thought fast.

“One word answer okay?”

“Sure.”

“Then I can spin the bottle?”

“That’s fair.”

“Okay,” said Sara, happy with her plan. “Yes I have done it with a woman.”

Silence. No one moved or spoke. She saw the look of shock on everyone’s faces. Her embarrassment was over. She basked in the shock of her truth and before anyone could started asking questions she had spun the bottle.

“Wait a second,” said Shane. “We need to hear more about this!”

“Damn right we do!” said Dan.

“Too late,” said Sara with a big grin. “One word answer was what I had to give and now it’s my turn! Oh…look at that…it’s landed on Jen!”

“So it has,” said Jen with a worried look.

“Right then,” said Sara. “Truth or dare, Jen?”

“I choose….truth.”

“Another fine choice,” Sara said with a smile. “Okay. Jen, if you have ever done it with a woman you have to tell us about it.”

Jen stared at Sara with shock on her face. “Bitch.”

Shane laughed then looked very serious as he saw the expression on Jen’s face. He glanced at Dan then Sara.

“Jen?” he asked. “What’s your answer? You haven’t done it with a woman have you?”

“Well I…I don’t think it was really much…oh shit.”

“Sounds like there’s a story here,” Sara said with a sly smile.

“Jen?” questioned Shane.

“Um…sorry Shane,” Jen said looking very guilty.

“You have?!!!!” yelped Shane. He closed his eyes. “Jesus. When? With who? Shit. You have to tell us…tell me at least.”

Jen looked pleadingly at Sara who shrugged. “Sorry Jen, rules is rules. Confess and we will forgive you for your sins!”

“Fuck.” Jen sighed. “Okay. Fine. Right. I’ll tell you all. Sara, you’re an evil bitch and I’m going to get you back big time!”

“Only when it’s your turn!” said Sara swigging her wine.

“Come on!” Dan said. “We need to hear the juicy story.”

“Yes. Yes,” Jen said. She took a big gulp of wine and a deep breath. “It was two years ago when we were in St. Lucia.”

“St. Lucia!” Yelped Shane. He looked shocked and excited at the same time. “You never told me anything.”

“I kept it a secret. Sorry.”

“I thought we had no secrets.”

“Do you want to hear the story or not?” Jen asked, slight anger in her voice. “I can still say fuck you to everyone and go to bed if you’re going to be nasty.”

“No, no,” said Shane. “Okay, tell us what happened.”

“My little story isn’t much to tell,” Jen said. She leaned back on the sofa and sipped her wine. “Two years ago Shane and I went to St. Lucia, we took Tammy and Georgina with us this time since the year before they moaned when they didn’t come with us. We wanted time on our own before and the girls didn’t like being left with my parents . We took a 7 day cruise around the Caribbean and then another 7 in St. Lucia which is where this brief encounter with a woman happened.”

“Jesus,” said Shane.

“No. A woman,” Sara said with a chuckle.

“We stayed in a very nice hotel with its own private pool, gym, spa and all the top notch stuff. The girls loved the activities which gave Shane and me time alone. We sunbathed and relaxed by the pool most days and spent the evening with other families at dinner. A family we got to on well with was the Young’s, Catrina and..”

“John,” finished Shane. “I remember them. John was a nice chap.”

“Yes. They had two girls and a boy who loved playing with our girls. It was great in the evening as there wasn’t a lot for the kids to do so they got on well with each other. A couple of night Shane and John played snooker together while me and Catrina sat by the pool in the evening air.”

“And that was when you did it?”

“Shane!” Jen snapped. “Stop interrupting me!”

“Sorry. Go on.”

“We discovered we had a lot in common. Scuba diving, music, even liked the same films and books. By our third night we were chatting like we’d known each other for years. Catrina was a lovely woman, very striking in her appearance. You agree Shane?”

“Sure do. She was very attractive for her age, forty something I think she said, right?”

“Forty four,” Jen said. “She liked to wear long silk evening dresses. They seemed to flow over her thin body like water, made her look very attractive. She even confessed to me that she didn't wear a bra other than for support at the gym. She was gifted in that her chest had always remained pert and buoyant even after breast feeding her children.”

“Lucky,” said Sara.

“Very,” agreed Jen. “Anyway, on our last but one evening together we got rather drunk and talked about our sex lives. I can’t say I ever did that much with any friends at home…” she gave Sara a knowing look. “…and I admitted that sex with Shane was still very good but occasionally lacked a spark, sorry Shane.”

“Great,” mumbled Shane.

“Catrina knew what I was talking about as she told me the spontaneity had drifted away from hers and Johns sex life. I was excited to find someone I could speak to about this area of my life and we spent the rest of the evening swapping our stories and sharing fantasies.”

“Dirty cow,” Sara said, smiling.

“That’s me.” Jen topped up her glass. “Okay. Hard part now. We both shared a common fantasy…which was…was about…shit…which was to be sexually physical with a woman. Neither of us had ever acted on our fantasies although we both admitted it was an illicit act that turned us on.”

“Jen…Jesus…you never said…”

“Sorry. I really am.”

Sara saw the situation was looking a bit bad. She didn’t want to ruin her friends lives. “You don’t have to carry on, Jen.”

“No. It’s okay. I want Shane to hear this. Deep down I think he likes the idea of me being with a woman. Shane?”

“It’s every man’s fantasy. Dan, you agree?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Shall I carry on?”