Thursday Night Delight

With her kissing him hard, kissing him urgently, he felt a weakness in his knees. Hev was a pure force of nature and he quickly realized he was an only too-willing victim.

Then, who knew how long later, her hands were moving. Avidly sucking her probing tongue, it at last dawned on him she was further unfastening her mannish shirt. Not that it seemed mannish right then.

Did it fuck! Right then it was the sexiest shirt ever invented.

And Hev's hands were seeking his. Continuing her tireless tongue probing, she purposely led his own hands upwards and onto her (no longer covered) breasts.

Cue a quick, unforgivable cum in Henry's underwear.

Already!

'Feel me,' Hev ordered, briefly breaking mouth-to-mouth contact before resuming with a vengeance.

What was a guy supposed to do in a situation like that?

Henry groped her beyond incredible tits. Instinctively he gave her persistent tongue access to his mouth, even if he was unsure what her real objective was.

As if he cared!

Finally, aeons later, Hev switched tactics. Still pressing him back against the oak door, she said it was time to "progress".

That meant she sank slowly to her knees, unfastening his trousers as she went, not caring as for the state of his underwear, deftly exposing him and avidly plonking his distinctly wet cock into her mouth.

Scraping those adorable tits down his trembling thighs in the most becoming way.

Delight, delight, delight!

As a veteran of numerous blowjobs Henry couldn't complain in the slightest. Later, when Hev told him that "blow" came from "below" he laughed like a hyena. Not that Hev was a laughing matter.

Hev was better than best.

And omigod, a just-inside of-the-doorway below job was only the start of it . . .

*****

Heather had never once considered going down as demeaning. In her considerable experience going down was a favour for a treasured lover. Or for a brand-new lover, come to that, regardless of gender or other such trivialities, treasured or not.

As for favours she favoured herself. Giving was as big a power trip as taking, wasn't it?

Arguably bigger.

Kissing, stroking, tenderly manipulating, occasionally sucking on Henry's impressive willy. Not too big, not too thick but deliciously hard and complete with a supersized glans. He had considerable restraint as well. Always one for a challenge, Heather accelerated, spurred on by her own excitement.

Or maybe his restraint was lacking after all . . .

Henry, pinned to the front door as he was, groaned out loud. 'Hev, I'm going to . . .'

Cum, she thought gratefully. What on earth am I doing it for if not that!

Surprising herself (well, very mildly so) she came first. Henry followed maybe thirty seconds later, and somewhat spectacularly. Eternally grateful, Heather kept on eating, chewing and sucking, determined to keep him just as hard as could be.

Yum, yum. She eagerly swallowed his offerings, devouring every drop of his salty seed.

And she kept going long after his final, fading squirt.

'Come on,' she said, satisfied that he was able to stay upright and still extremely interested, 'let's go upstairs and get horizontal.'

'That's not it?' Henry gasped.

'Haven't even started,' Heather smirked. 'How do you want the next course? With or without Pinot?'

*****

It turned out "upstairs" was wildly optimistic. Firmly led by Hev, waddling with his pants down around his knees, Henry made it as far as the third step of her impressive staircase. Then, without as much as a by your leave, she sat him down and clambered aboard, topless but still in sheer stockings and a very, very sexy work skirt.

Watching her pull her knickers conveniently to one side was a lifetime highlight.

She was shaven to hairless and visibly glistening.

Wetter than wet, hotter than hot.

Feeling her lowering herself onto him was incredible; like sinking deeply into a baking, exceptionally welcoming wet oven.

To borrow her words: "Yes, yes, yes!"

Acting on impulse, his hungry fingers found her gorgeous tits again. Acting on impulses of her own, Hev began to bounce up and down on his almost painfully hard cock.

But not like a madwoman. Hev had control and was steering them in the right direction. Eager as she was, she stayed reined-in. Deep, deeper and deepest, quick for while then slower than slow.

All nice, nice, nice.

Two ejaculations into proceedings and Henry was confident of his own self-control. Except Hev oozed a degree of confidence no politician could ever match.

Fuck but she was good.

Fuck but she was proficient.

And didn't she cum a lot! He hadn't taken tally but reckoned she had climaxed at least a dozen times already. To some extent it was easy to tell because she announced them, although sometimes they'd arrived in twos or threes, and then her announcements became rather punctuated.

What an orgasmic lady. She had to come from Venus rather than boring old Planet Earth.

But enough heroine worship. By some minor miracle Henry lasted almost a whole hour that third time, doubtless thanks to Hev's earlier programming.

Milked to heck and back or what?

But not forever. 'I'm going to cum,' he eventually groaned, unable to hold off any longer.

'Let's make it together,' Hev replied, as if she heard similar entreaties all the time.

'On ten.'

'Hev, I'm . . .'

'You are not. Ten . . .'

'Hev,' he protested, to no effect whatsoever.

'Nine, eight, seven . . .' she continued, spreading the numbers apart by agonizing seconds.

Henry gritted his teeth and tried to think of tranquil things: bluebirds flying over cornfields, whales in a safe harbour . . .

Six, five, four,' Hev went on remorselessly.

Close to death . . . the small death at least . . . Henry as good as wailed.

'Three, two, one!'

And they had lift-off. No previous climax had been anywhere near. And Hev showed all signs of being as happy as Henry was.

She even thweamed out, 'Yes, yes, yes!'

Then, while every muscle in his body was still quivering and trembling, she beamed down at him.

'Time to get horizontal,' she said as a reminder. 'Would you prefer a nice pinot first?'

*****

'Great,' he said in bed, perhaps a million hours later but certainly at silly o-clock next morning. 'What can I do to repay you?'

'You could shag me a couple more times,' Hev replied. 'Or better still, I could shag you for ages and ages.'

'I'm . . . well, I'm a bit . . . limp just now.'

'I could get you hard in two seconds,' Hev responded, moving her crafty hand. 'Here's how.'

She lied. It took less than a microsecond. Lying there, swollen again and very much in her clutches, Henry gasped.

'I'm yours,' he confessed. 'Do whatever you will.'

Chapter Three

That next span of sex was good but not ideal. Put frankly, Henry couldn't finish. Not the world's most pressing problem but one for a girl to bear in mind.

Finally, when even Hev was starting to tire, he repeated the old refrain.

'Darling, oh my darling, I'm gonna . . .'

This time his splash of seed was much more modest. And this time it really was the end of the road.

'That's me,' he sighed and, two moments later, he was knocking out zeds.

*****

Heather downed the last of the pinot and watched for signs of life. Nothing doing.

Delicate hand input or not.

Speaking of which . . .

Unable to stay herself, she dialled out on her mobile.

'Hey sexy Hev,' a strong voice replied almost instantly. 'This is late for you. What time is it in the good ole UK anyway?'

I dunno, but it's still dark. And I want to play.'

Mandy chuckled, sounding more like a man than ever. 'What's up, honey? Been let down?'

'Some guy's just fallen asleep on me. I need moral support. No, I need you, preferably immorally.'

'How long have you had him?'

'I'm not sure. One or two hours, maybe,' Hev said, vastly under-exaggerating for once in her life.

'A blink of an eye as far as you're concerned, no?'

'He was satisfactory. But as I said, he's crashed out. You sound full of beans.'

'I always sound full of beans.'

'Too true you do. Even if I have my doubts.'

'Doubts?'

'You know what I mean.'

'Maybe you do. But does it really matter?'

Hesitation.

'No,' Heather said in the end,' 'it matters not one whit.'

Then you've come to the right place. Take off your panties.'

'I'm stark bollock already. How about you?'

'I thought you'd never ask.'

*****

For the next twenty minutes or so Mandy made all the running, her tough accent hard for a horny Brit to deny. And the things she wanted to know! How big was this useless male; how solid had he been under his rhythmically moving skin; how many times did he cum and how often did she squirt . . .

Tell the truth and shame the devil, she did sound like an inquisitive lady. At one point she cackled with girlish laughter and seemed positively feminine.

Yet still Heather wasn't entirely sure.

Mandy was just too good to be true.

Okay, so phone-shagging with her was out of this world, but what was she really like?

Assuming she was a "she" with all the necessary attributes.

Big tits, tight kitty-kitty and curves in all directions.

Yes, yes, bring it on!

'Photo swap,' Hev said eventually, soon after describing Henry's most recent climax. 'I know you don't usually show but I always do. And I'll go first, to prove willing and all.'

She had asked before and got stonewalled every single time. Now, to her amazement, the response was a good one.

Not to mention a gratifyingly swift one.

'Okay, grated Mandy after the briefest pause, 'go on then.'

Heather immediately fired off her most recent self-image, indecently aroused because of her on-line lover's previous (very apparent) reluctance.

'Shit fire and save matches,' Mandy said a moment later. 'Which one are you?'

It was Heather's turn to cackle. 'I'm the one on the left. The one with black hair. Please say that you don't prefer Vic.'

'Is she the one on the right? The one with glasses and the world's best chest.'

'Yes. Sexy, isn't she? I might have mentioned her once or twice before.'

'You have and she is. But you are beyond belief. You haven't sent me a snap of some Brit superstar instead, by any chance?'

'That's me and Vic at last month's board meeting. We had exceptionally good results. That's why we are both grinning like loons.'

'Totally on the level?'

'One hundred per cent.'

'Fuck me. Why haven't we exchanged photos before?'

'Because you've always fobbed me off. Now step up to the plate. I need to see you. And make sure it is you. I'll know more Yank superstars than you know Brit superstars.'

Hesitation.

'Come on,' Heather persisted. 'I need to see the girl who I jill over so very often. In a perfect world I'd see your pussy, in all its nakedness. Assuming you have a pussy, that is.'

'What do you mean by that?'

'I mean you could be a boy in Wisconsin, disguising your voice with some app, not a blonde from New York, like you claim.'

'I'm not a boy from the Lakes. I'm very much a girl . . . even if I'm not exactly blonde.'

'Go on, prove it.'

Listen to this,' said Mandy after yet another lengthy hesitation.

Hev listened as best as he could and heard a liquid squelching. Due to her extensive experience she was aware what that sound signified. Even so she asked the question.

'In my imagination it's your fingers moving in and out of that pussy you doubt I have,' Mandy replied, alluring as ever. 'It's really a dildo I happened to have close to hand. Does it sound authentic?'

As if underlining her words Mandy withdrew her toy with a very audible plop.

Under the covers or not, there was no mistaking that little deed.

Well, only for a much bigger deed, anyway.

'Come on, 'Mandy persisted, resuming her earlier motions, 'Am I authentic or what?'

Hev could not tell a lie. She couldn't fault Mandy's rhythm, either. Never mind her fingers in her lover, she wanted her lover's fingers in her. Like instantly. Yesterday couldn't have been soon enough.

'Send me a snap,' she insisted, somewhat breathlessly. 'Send it right now.'

'Oh, go on then, twist my arm.'

Perhaps ten seconds later Heather was opening a text attachment and nearly died on the spot.

Mandy looked a lot like Bianca Jagger aged twenty-five, except ten times as sexy.

Make that exceptionally sexy indeed.

Not in the least blonde but fitter than fit.

Like wow!

'Is this really you?' Heather gasped.

Mandy responded with a clip of a hand busy on a very alluring vagina. The skin colour match couldn't have been more precise.

Nor could the intent of that busy momentum, looped coverage or not.

And she was even wearing the same bracelet as in the previous photo. The sight of it moving could not be mistaken.

'Eff me, yes, yes, yes,' Heather endorsed. 'I'm with you all the way.'

'Are you with me inside the pussy you doubted I have?'

'Trust me babe, my tongue's straining at the root. I've never been deeper in any pussy on the planet.'

'Do I taste nice?'

'You taste divine. I'm not stopping anytime soon.'

'I'm in you as well,' Mandy countered. 'Can't you feel me?'

'I can,' Heather replied truthfully, 'it's the best feeling in the world.'

'Do you like me squeezing your tits?'

Astonishingly, Heather could sense pressure up there and sincerely appreciated it.

'Yes, yes, yes,' she cried, 'more, more, more.'

As if either of them was ready to quit.

Chapter Four

Hev normally let Mandy take the lead in their rather extensive phone sex. Mandy really did have one hell of an imagination. She also had the sexiest voice on the planet, mannish or not.

But not tonight.

No way. Not tonight.

Tonight, when Mandy persisted asking about the size and shape of Henry's most vital organ and his skills at swordsmanship, Hev responded abruptly.

'He's dead in bed beside me. What do you expect? Wholesome praise?'

'Snap him for me.'

'Eff off, Mandy. I'll snap my kitty-kitty and that's as good as you're getting.'

'Will you put your mobile in there while you're at it?'

'Mandy!'

'Come on sweetheart, I will if you will.'

Heather had once seen a "lesbian phone sex" video which ended that way. And, while she worried about kitty juice affecting her mobile's ongoing performance, it had looked like fun.

Life was all about fun, wasn't it?

More to the point, she had two back-up phones, both loaded with all the same apps, numbers and what have you as this one, just in case.

Sound, vision and maybe vibrate.

Why not?

She drew in a deep breath and committed.

'Okay, go on then, girlfriend, let's do it. But I need to see you at it as well.'

'Go for it, girlfriend. Equal partners to the end.'

*****

As per always Heather had left the lights on and regularly watched the action in her overhead mirror. Well, maybe occasionally rather than regularly, but often enough. Right then, with Henry snoring at her side, it was a delight to oblige Mandy . . . and to oblige herself in the process, of course.

Detailed pussy snapshots duly exchanged she steered the conversation in her preferred direction. In other words, men's fundamental organs got no mention at all. In fact, once she had got going men's organs didn't exist, not in any meaningful way, that was.

'Never mind last night, early this morning,' she gushed, 'don't you want to hear about Friday?'

'What gives on Friday?'

'It's a total pussy fest, said Heather, surprising herself with her keen attitude. 'We're having a three here in this bed. Catch a plane from Wisconsin and we can make it a four.'

'I live in the smarter bit of Brooklyn, as you well know. Wisconsin's out in the back of beyond.'

'Right. You would say that, wouldn't you? Shall I buy you an air ticket or what?'

'It's a bit short notice. And I'm due in the office on Saturday.'

'Party pooper!'

'Give me a week or two and I'll buy my own ticket and cross the pond. Where is it you live anyway, Birmingham or somewhere?'

'Wash your mouth out with salt. I only ever venture anywhere near Birmingham when I'm on my way down to Cornwall, the world's second most wonderful county apart from Yorkshire. And I've told you about God's Own County often enough before. You know exactly where I live.'

'In Bronte Country,' Mandy admitted. 'My mother visited the Parsonage about ten years ago. Bought the whole collection of books by all three sisters.'

Heather sniggered. 'I like literature but haven't read that much of the three sisters. The closest I've got is drinking in the Black Bull, where Branwell Bronte got his booze and opium.'

'Bloody Brits' Mandy observed, 'leading everyone astray.'

'Yeah, yeah, and you Yanks are so innocent and unwise of the ways of the world.'

'You can't buy opium in American bars.'

'No, you have to go out the back, just like you do in the UK.'

'Let's not fall out over trivialities.'

'Let's not. Let's talk intimately instead.'

*****

Good grief, didn't they talk intimately!

'Your fingers are still pounding my pussy,' Mandy confided, no doubt holding her phone under the bed covers, the squelching louder and increasingly rapidly, 'next I want to strap up and fuck your tits.'

'Sounds good to me,' Hev responded, doing her best to pound into herself just as rapidly.

'What happens then?'

'Then I'm going to invite you to join in Friday night.'

'I said already,' Mandy gasped as she came, 'I can't make it.'

'You can make it by mobile. Or better still, by video link.'

'Kinky or what.'

'I'm progressive, not kinky,' Hev gasped back at her. 'Okay, so maybe I'm a tad kinky, but you are far and away the best at long distance sex. Mare and SJ will just love having you involved.'

'Four's not a crowd then? '

'Not according to my plans.' Hev laughed. 'And not that I've done much planning. Spontaneous sex is good for the soul, no?'

'Can't argue about that.' Mandy broke off to orgasm once more, vigorously and loudly. Hev followed suit perhaps five seconds later, not wanting to be a party pooper to any extent.

'SJ is that new pull of yours,' Mandy resumed, squelching away as fiercely as ever. 'The one you go on about all the time.'

'I've known her for years,' Hev confessed. 'We had a one-nighter and lost touch. We met up again by pure chance, just recently, and we've been at it again ever since.'

'Yeah, you've donated all your weekends to her in perpetuity.'

'Sometimes I think I tell you too much.'

'Sometimes I think you don't tell me nearly enough.'

'Here I go,' Hev announced out of nowhere. 'I'm off again, already!'

This time Mandy followed suit a few seconds later. And this time she was so girly-girl Hev felt guilty for ever having doubted her.

What a babe was she.

And how much longer did they have? An hour at least? It was still dark outside so maybe two or three hours. Or was she being hopelessly optimistic.

'You've known Mare even longer,' Mandy said after she'd stopped yelling, cursing and regained some of her breath. 'She's the love of your life, isn't she? How come you're sharing her with SJ?'

'It would be a crime not to. And as you just said, SJ gets my weekends for the foreseeable. Visitors of the likes of Mare and you can chip in else go whistle.'

'Do you really want me to chip in on Friday? From a distance, I mean.'

'You bet I do. We'll be kicking off about nine BST and you can watch online if you want. All I ask is that you have phone sex with whoever happens to be out of the action. You're rather good as phone sex . . . if I haven't mentioned it before.'

'I thought it would be threesomes all the way.'

'It will be at first. Then I'll expect we'll rotate in a series of one-on-ones. That's hen your input will be very much appreciated.'

'I don't know either Mare or SJ, do I?'