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Saturday, July 31, 2004
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Just in case anyone was feeling left out Friday has been
joined by others from our group. I hope they're not too
upset with me.
Ali Babe and her Flirty Thieves
by Arty
A cool and refreshing wind blows gently through the trees.
Ali stretches, careful not to disturb the girl next to her.
She smiles slightly and remembers the activities of the
previous evening, but now is not the time for such thoughts;
now is the time for business.
"Friday, my frolicsome friend, time to get up."
Friday murmurs quietly and shrugs off the hand that is
resting on her bare shoulder. The movement causes the
blanket to slip and exposes the upper curve of Friday's
breast. Suppressing the urge to suckle gently on the exposed
skin, Ali blows gently in Fridays ear.
"Wake up! We have work to do."
"Okay, Okay. There's no need to shout; I'm awake."
"In that case, get your luscious body out of my bed and into
some clothes before I forget what I woke you for!"
Ali and Friday, pull on their 'uniform' for tonight's work,
then Ali slips away to wake the rest of her band. While
everyone else is getting dressed, Ali considers the
conditions. The moon is almost setting, which means that
soon the night will be at its darkest. She gathers everyone
together.
"Right my 'Flirty Thieves'", the group giggle at this
appellation, "soon the moon will have set and then we can be
on our way. Bree, Cat have you got the empty containers?"
Bree and Cat nod at this question. "Friday have you charged
up the 'catcher?"
Friday looks at the meter on the contraption that she is
holding. "Fully charged." She holds up her other hand. "I
have spare power packs, too."
"Right let's get going then."
The intrepid band set off through the trees. They are using
the last of the moonlight to light their way while in the
forest. If they have judged it correctly the moon will have
set just before they reach their objective. And of course
they have, as they break free from the trees, the moon,
bloated by its proximity to the horizon, slips behind a hill.
The group stands still while their eyes adjust to the
starlight. A giggle, hastily muffled, betrays the excitement
that they all are feeling. Slowly and carefully they creep
toward the first of the cottages that they are to visit
tonight.
Ali peers through the opened bedroom window, she motions to
Friday to bring the 'catcher to her. The sounds of gentle
snoring are clearer now as Ali slowly and carefully opens
the window to its widest extent. Friday points the
contraption at the sleeping figure and pulls the trigger.
Nothing seems to happen except that the sleeping figure is
suddenly still. Friday looks at the glass bulb that is
attached to the stock of the 'catcher. Where before it had
been empty, now it was filled with a sparkling cloud that
glowed gently and scintillated with a myriad colours.
"It looks like a good one."
The snoring continues and returns to its original volume as
Ali closes the window back the way it was. By the time she
has rejoined Friday and the rest, Bree is holding the filled
glass bulb and Friday is replacing it with an empty one.
Bree holds the bulb to her forehead. She groans.
"Ooooo. That's a good one!"
Into her mind, as if from a distance, Bree can see a lake,
brightly lit by moonlight. In the foreground a man and two
women are making love. A beautiful, Indian-looking woman had
the man's penis in her mouth. The tall blonde woman was
industriously eating out the other woman and the man was
completing the circle, by applying the same techniques to
the tall blonde.
"Nick was certainly having fun tonight!"
Carefully Bree places the glass bulb in a net bag. And now
the gang make their way to the next cottage. This was a
repeat of the first and in this way the band of thieves
makes their way quietly around all the cottages in the
clearing. As they approach the last of the cottages that
they are due to visit tonight, the brightest lights they
have ever seen suddenly blind them.
"Well, well. If it ain't Ali Babe and her Flirty Thieves."
"Oh hi Sheriff, fancy meeting you here."
"And who else is here? Frolicsome Friday, Cunning Cat and
Bashful Bree. Looks like we have the whole set!"
The Sheriff grins a satisfied grin. Oh what fun he was going
to have tonight! By now the noise of the Sheriff and his
Deputies has awakened the inhabitants of the cottages and
Ali and her gang are being led to the brightly lit lawn in
the centre of the clearing. The four women all dressed in
black are led to the centre of the grass and they are
brought face to face with the four sawhorses that now adorn
the green. Things do not look good for the four thieves.
While the women are contemplating their fate, Frank the
village chief is making his way to the front of the crowd.
"Well done Sheriff. Looks like you have caught them all."
"Yes sirree! You want I should take 'em away or shall we
deal with them here?"
"Oh I think we can handle this quite well here. Don't you
think?" Frank turns to Ali and the rest of the women who are
looking warily at the crowd that surrounds them and at the
Mean Sheriff and his deputies. "Do you want to tell us who
you were stealing our dreams for?"
"Never! There's honour amongst thieves."
"Sheriff, don't you think that they may be hiding something
under all that clothing - a knife may be?"
The Sheriff looks at the women who are dressed in the
tightest cat suits that you can imagine and contemplates the
impossibility of them even wearing underwear under them, let
alone hiding a knife. "Well I can't rightly say. I suppose
we'll have to strip 'em down to find out for sure." The
women shuffle nervously at this revelation and Friday digs
Ali in the ribs.
"All right, I'll tell you; there's no need for all that."
Frank looks at Ali expectantly.
"I don't know his real name, but he goes by the pseudonym of
'Arty'. It's obviously a play on his initials - he's not
very original, otherwise why would he have to steal all your
dreams?"
Frank laughs at this. "We'll settle his hash later. I think
though, it's time for a little 'Fairyland justice'. Now are
you going to undress yourselves or do we let the Sheriff
show us how it's done?"
The speed with which the women get undressed, shows everyone
what they think of the idea of letting the Mean Sheriff
demonstrate his stripping technique on them and in a very
short time indeed the four women are dressed only in very
attractive blushes.
"Now I'm quite willing for this to stop here, but obviously
you have been stealing our dreams for some time and that
calls for some retribution." Frank pauses while he thinks of
the possibilities. "Perhaps a couple of strokes of the strap
from everyone that you stole dreams from? And then, maybe,
everyone here gets to check that you been well enough
punished?" Frank looks at Nick, who nods his acceptance. The
rest of the writers gathered around murmur their agreement
too.
Ali looks askance at her band of 'Flirty Thieves' numbly
they nod their agreement too. Ali turns to Frank, "OK but it
stops here?"
"Of course we will have to confiscate your Dreamcatcher, but
once we're through here I think we'll all 'forgive and
forget'."
The crowd grumbles its agreement.
The Sheriff seeing which way the wind is blowing and putting
from his mind the pleasant thought of cavity searching the
four women, ushers them over to the sawhorses. It is the
work of a moment for the Sheriff and his deputies,
experienced as they are, to have them strapped down, their
cute little butts waving vulnerably in the air.
Frank produces the strap. "It's made of Unicorn hide,
guaranteed to sting and redden but not bruise�" Frank
chuckles evilly, "Oh yes, it also has the side-effect of
making you come like nothing on earth after every second
stroke!"
For Ali Babe and her Flirty Thieves it looks like it's going
to be a long night! That'll teach 'em not to give in to the
blandishments of a sneaky bloke like Arty eh?
-Fin-
--
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joined by others from our group. I hope they're not too
upset with me.
Ali Babe and her Flirty Thieves
by Arty
A cool and refreshing wind blows gently through the trees.
Ali stretches, careful not to disturb the girl next to her.
She smiles slightly and remembers the activities of the
previous evening, but now is not the time for such thoughts;
now is the time for business.
"Friday, my frolicsome friend, time to get up."
Friday murmurs quietly and shrugs off the hand that is
resting on her bare shoulder. The movement causes the
blanket to slip and exposes the upper curve of Friday's
breast. Suppressing the urge to suckle gently on the exposed
skin, Ali blows gently in Fridays ear.
"Wake up! We have work to do."
"Okay, Okay. There's no need to shout; I'm awake."
"In that case, get your luscious body out of my bed and into
some clothes before I forget what I woke you for!"
Ali and Friday, pull on their 'uniform' for tonight's work,
then Ali slips away to wake the rest of her band. While
everyone else is getting dressed, Ali considers the
conditions. The moon is almost setting, which means that
soon the night will be at its darkest. She gathers everyone
together.
"Right my 'Flirty Thieves'", the group giggle at this
appellation, "soon the moon will have set and then we can be
on our way. Bree, Cat have you got the empty containers?"
Bree and Cat nod at this question. "Friday have you charged
up the 'catcher?"
Friday looks at the meter on the contraption that she is
holding. "Fully charged." She holds up her other hand. "I
have spare power packs, too."
"Right let's get going then."
The intrepid band set off through the trees. They are using
the last of the moonlight to light their way while in the
forest. If they have judged it correctly the moon will have
set just before they reach their objective. And of course
they have, as they break free from the trees, the moon,
bloated by its proximity to the horizon, slips behind a hill.
The group stands still while their eyes adjust to the
starlight. A giggle, hastily muffled, betrays the excitement
that they all are feeling. Slowly and carefully they creep
toward the first of the cottages that they are to visit
tonight.
Ali peers through the opened bedroom window, she motions to
Friday to bring the 'catcher to her. The sounds of gentle
snoring are clearer now as Ali slowly and carefully opens
the window to its widest extent. Friday points the
contraption at the sleeping figure and pulls the trigger.
Nothing seems to happen except that the sleeping figure is
suddenly still. Friday looks at the glass bulb that is
attached to the stock of the 'catcher. Where before it had
been empty, now it was filled with a sparkling cloud that
glowed gently and scintillated with a myriad colours.
"It looks like a good one."
The snoring continues and returns to its original volume as
Ali closes the window back the way it was. By the time she
has rejoined Friday and the rest, Bree is holding the filled
glass bulb and Friday is replacing it with an empty one.
Bree holds the bulb to her forehead. She groans.
"Ooooo. That's a good one!"
Into her mind, as if from a distance, Bree can see a lake,
brightly lit by moonlight. In the foreground a man and two
women are making love. A beautiful, Indian-looking woman had
the man's penis in her mouth. The tall blonde woman was
industriously eating out the other woman and the man was
completing the circle, by applying the same techniques to
the tall blonde.
"Nick was certainly having fun tonight!"
Carefully Bree places the glass bulb in a net bag. And now
the gang make their way to the next cottage. This was a
repeat of the first and in this way the band of thieves
makes their way quietly around all the cottages in the
clearing. As they approach the last of the cottages that
they are due to visit tonight, the brightest lights they
have ever seen suddenly blind them.
"Well, well. If it ain't Ali Babe and her Flirty Thieves."
"Oh hi Sheriff, fancy meeting you here."
"And who else is here? Frolicsome Friday, Cunning Cat and
Bashful Bree. Looks like we have the whole set!"
The Sheriff grins a satisfied grin. Oh what fun he was going
to have tonight! By now the noise of the Sheriff and his
Deputies has awakened the inhabitants of the cottages and
Ali and her gang are being led to the brightly lit lawn in
the centre of the clearing. The four women all dressed in
black are led to the centre of the grass and they are
brought face to face with the four sawhorses that now adorn
the green. Things do not look good for the four thieves.
While the women are contemplating their fate, Frank the
village chief is making his way to the front of the crowd.
"Well done Sheriff. Looks like you have caught them all."
"Yes sirree! You want I should take 'em away or shall we
deal with them here?"
"Oh I think we can handle this quite well here. Don't you
think?" Frank turns to Ali and the rest of the women who are
looking warily at the crowd that surrounds them and at the
Mean Sheriff and his deputies. "Do you want to tell us who
you were stealing our dreams for?"
"Never! There's honour amongst thieves."
"Sheriff, don't you think that they may be hiding something
under all that clothing - a knife may be?"
The Sheriff looks at the women who are dressed in the
tightest cat suits that you can imagine and contemplates the
impossibility of them even wearing underwear under them, let
alone hiding a knife. "Well I can't rightly say. I suppose
we'll have to strip 'em down to find out for sure." The
women shuffle nervously at this revelation and Friday digs
Ali in the ribs.
"All right, I'll tell you; there's no need for all that."
Frank looks at Ali expectantly.
"I don't know his real name, but he goes by the pseudonym of
'Arty'. It's obviously a play on his initials - he's not
very original, otherwise why would he have to steal all your
dreams?"
Frank laughs at this. "We'll settle his hash later. I think
though, it's time for a little 'Fairyland justice'. Now are
you going to undress yourselves or do we let the Sheriff
show us how it's done?"
The speed with which the women get undressed, shows everyone
what they think of the idea of letting the Mean Sheriff
demonstrate his stripping technique on them and in a very
short time indeed the four women are dressed only in very
attractive blushes.
"Now I'm quite willing for this to stop here, but obviously
you have been stealing our dreams for some time and that
calls for some retribution." Frank pauses while he thinks of
the possibilities. "Perhaps a couple of strokes of the strap
from everyone that you stole dreams from? And then, maybe,
everyone here gets to check that you been well enough
punished?" Frank looks at Nick, who nods his acceptance. The
rest of the writers gathered around murmur their agreement
too.
Ali looks askance at her band of 'Flirty Thieves' numbly
they nod their agreement too. Ali turns to Frank, "OK but it
stops here?"
"Of course we will have to confiscate your Dreamcatcher, but
once we're through here I think we'll all 'forgive and
forget'."
The crowd grumbles its agreement.
The Sheriff seeing which way the wind is blowing and putting
from his mind the pleasant thought of cavity searching the
four women, ushers them over to the sawhorses. It is the
work of a moment for the Sheriff and his deputies,
experienced as they are, to have them strapped down, their
cute little butts waving vulnerably in the air.
Frank produces the strap. "It's made of Unicorn hide,
guaranteed to sting and redden but not bruise�" Frank
chuckles evilly, "Oh yes, it also has the side-effect of
making you come like nothing on earth after every second
stroke!"
For Ali Babe and her Flirty Thieves it looks like it's going
to be a long night! That'll teach 'em not to give in to the
blandishments of a sneaky bloke like Arty eh?
-Fin-
--
/~arty
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Monday, July 26, 2004
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PART XI
Lisa and James along with Susan and Charles and their
friend Cathy and her husband Tom spent several weekends
every year at Susan and Charles's beach house. Cathy went
to high school with Susan and Lisa and the three of them
were always known as the best of friends. This year Lisa
and Susan plotted a way to spend additional days at the
beach house where the four friends who had become intimate
together could enjoy some sexual games together.
Susan's husband received a "surprise" message at the
beach house on Saturday from his work. He was suddenly
free for the next week. Susan quickly invited the other
four friends to extend their stay. Cathy and Tom just
could not do it because of their kids, but Lisa and James
decided a few extra days would be fun.
After seeing Tom off, Susan and Lisa ran into the
beach house and stripped their tops off. The guys, sitting
on the sofa applauded and cheered and urged the girls to
"show us more." In a bump and grind routine the girls
danced together, rubbing each other's breasts and caressing
each other as they stripped off their suits. Eventually
they danced naked together, the guys enjoying the flash of
thighs, and breasts and all the intimate parts of their
ladies.
Laughing, the girls pulled the guys up and stripped
them naked until each couple was dancing naked. "God, I've
been so horny," Lisa said. James was dancing behind her,
his hands on her breasts and his rigid cock pressed against
her ass.
"Yeah," Susan said, "I enjoyed having Cathy and Tom,
but I've been thinking about this for two days." She had
turned to face Lisa, Charles behind her with his arms
around her and his cock pressed against her.
The two women leaned forward and kissed each other,
long and slow. The guys slid lower pressing their cocks
against the warmth between the ladies' legs. Eventually
each lady turned and took her man's cock in her mouth.
Eventually they did what they'd learned to enjoy so much.
And they did it for the next couple of days.
What they did not know was Cathy had forgotten the t-
shirts she'd bought her kids. What they did not know was
that Cathy ran back up the stairs of the beach house. What
they did not know was how stunned Cathy was at what she saw
through the window beside the front door.
Cathy went back down the stairs jangled by the
unbelievable thing she'd witnessed. She was stunned and
could not even begin to make sense of what she saw.
"What took so long?" Tom asked. "Did you get the
stuff you left?"
"What? No. We couldn't find them. Maybe I packed
them."
"Are you okay?"
"Yes." No, she said to herself. I am not okay.
"Now we're running even later. I wanted to get home
in time to watch some television. You'd think they'd get
cable in that beach house. Or a satellite dish."
"What?" Oh god, oh god, oh god is all her mind could
come up with.
All the way back to her house, Cathy tried to make
sense of what she'd seen. Lisa and Susan naked in front of
the guys. Lisa and Susan kissing each other! Lisa and
Susan doing oral sex right there on the floor in front of
each other. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Lisa and Susan had
even changed places. They'd sucked each other's man! How
could she ever face her friends again?
Lisa and Susan did not even notice at first, but over
the next several months Cathy drew further and further
away. Of course Lisa and Susan were distracted because
they tried to spend at least one day a week if not more
engaged in their sexual games together.
Eventually, one day at lunch, Susan said to Lisa, "You
know, it's been a long time since Cathy found time to go
out with us. I wonder if everything is okay."
"I don't know, but you're right. I'm not sure I've
seen her since we went to the beach together."
"Let's call her." Susan took her cell phone out and
dialed Cathy's number. No answer. "I wonder where she
is."
They continued their lunch until Cathy said, "I wonder
if she's screening calls with her caller ID. I don't think
she's been home for any calls I've made to her for a long
time."
"Oh, surely not. Why would she do that?"
"Hell, I don't know, but where's she been?"
"Well, do you want to just drop by her house?"
"Yeah, let's go."
Cathy opened her door. Lisa and Susan both noticed
the strange reception they got.
Susan said, "Cathy, we got worried. We haven't seen
you for some time and we couldn't get you on the phone."
"Uh, yeah, I'm sorry. I've had the ringer off a lot."
She stood in the doorway but did not invite them in. She
wasn't mad at them; it was just that the things she saw
were so unbelievable that she was stunned when she opened
the door to see them. In her mind she saw them naked,
pressed against each other and then on their knees with
glistening penises sliding in and out of their mouths.
Cathy just could not deal with that image.
"Well," Lisa said, "come to the mall with us. We miss
you."
"No. I can't. Not right now. I have something I
have to tend to. Maybe another time."
Back in the car Lisa and Susan were silent for a few
minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Lisa
said, "That was very strange."
"Something is wrong. Did we do something to her?"
"No. Like I said, I haven't even seen her since the
beach."
"Do you think she's mad because we stayed longer?"
"Can't be. You invited them to stay. I wonder if
they're having some marital discord. Tom is not real
outgoing and at the beach he hardly paid any attention to
her."
"You noticed that too, huh? I got the impression he
would rather be somewhere else."
"Well, maybe they're having problems, but you'd think
she'd confide in us. We're all best friends."
Susan shook her head.
Back at her house Cathy sat on her sofa. The
appearance of her friends brought up those images from the
day on the porch of the beach house when she learned her
two best friends were involved in group sex.
Cathy had not been able to sort out all her feelings
about that. Now that Lisa and Susan had made the effort to
come to her house, she realized that something had to give.
She wasn't sure she could ignore what she'd seen and try to
go back to the way things used to be. But, if she didn't
what was she going to do? She sat on her sofa and forced
herself to think about what she'd seen and what her
feelings were and how she might be able to face her friends
again. After all, they were her friends and she missed
them desperately. She seemed to be getting lonelier and
lonelier. Especially now that Tom seemed to be getting
more and more distant.
That last thought startled her. Tom had never been
real social. When she met him in college she thought his
aloofness was a sign of intelligence and sophistication.
But, she suddenly articulated to herself, it is just
arrogance. Her head actually jerked when she thought that.
Why, she asked herself did that suddenly pop into her head
when she was thinking about her friend's nasty, kinky sex
practices?
She couldn't be jealous. Could she? Sex with Tom was
okay. What could she be jealous about?
"Okay," she thought to herself, just "okay." She was
jealous! Not because she wanted to have sex with anybody
else, but because the sex she saw through the window, as
perverted as it might have been, would not be classified by
anybody as "just okay" sex.
Tom had been her first and only lover. These days
they made love maybe once every two weeks. He would move
on top of her and caress her a little and put it inside of
her. Sometimes she would have an orgasm and sometimes she
wouldn't.
When the three of them got together, Lisa and Susan
often talked about sex. They mentioned things, like "he
went down on me," that Cathy had never experienced. Once,
Susan talked about Charles attacking her in a parking lot.
Cathy didn't talk about sex. She was too shy. Her friends
were more experienced and Cathy always thought of herself
as being more of a good girl.
She knew there were a lot of sexual things out there.
Like oral sex. She went to the movies. In "Pretty Woman"
Julia Roberts was on the floor between Richard Gere's legs.
They didn't show anything, but the movie certainly implied
that she was performing oral sex. And that was mild
compared to some movies. Even on TV. "Friends" always
made sexual references. She remembered that once Monica
and Chandler were talking in one episode and Monica was
promising Chandler a "special time." He gave her look and
she said, "No, not that!" What did she mean by "that?"
Oral sex? Something else? Whatever it was, it was
something that Cathy had never experienced.
Cathy suddenly realized that she would like to try out
some different things. Not what Lisa and Cathy were doing,
but some things.
It was like a splash of cold water when Cathy realized
that she had started out to sort out her feelings about her
friend's perverse sex together and she ended up thinking
about her sexual ignorance and inexperience. She was
jealous.
She had those thoughts that day and then again months
later when she found out that Tom was cheating on her with
a co-worker. She had made no effort to repair things with
Lisa and Susan. She just could not figure out how to do
that. So, things went on, except she was starting to
wonder even more about what she was missing.
Then, one day she smelled another woman on Tom's
clothes. He'd obviously not taken the time to shower after
sex. She slowly collected other clues until she confronted
him and he admitted it and he left her. One of the things
he said in the three emotional days in which her marriage
came crashing down was that he enjoyed sex with his lover
more than with his wife. She was more experienced and did
things that Cathy had never done.
That was the most unfair of all, because Cathy had
tried. She had wanted to explore other things. But her
husband had kept her on a pedestal, turning aside anything
other than the most routine of sex. He'd sought the other
stuff elsewhere. That was the most unfair of all.
So, she sat alone on her sofa and cried at the irony
of the fact that her perfect marriage had dissolved so
quickly because of sex, but Susan, as far as Cathy could
tell, had a strong marriage despite the fact that Susan and
Charles engaged in kinky sex with other people. It did not
make sense.
It shocked Susan when she learned from another
acquaintance that Cathy and Tom had split. They'd been the
all-American couple. Susan had never been able to figure
out what had happened to her friendship with Cathy, but she
had to give her friend a call.
"Hello."
"Cathy? Hi. It's Susan. Are you okay?"
Cathy was quiet for a moment or two, but suddenly, all
the confusing sexual things about her friend no longer
mattered. She started to cry as she said, "No."
"Lisa and I are coming over."
Lisa and Susan hugged their friend. They all cried
and the two long time friends listened to Cathy talk. She
talked about the man she thought she knew and what he'd
done. Cathy could not tell them it seemed to be mainly
about sex. She just couldn't do that. She just blamed it
on the other woman and a "cheap no-good lying prick of a
bastard husband."
"Oh my god," Susan said, trying not to laugh, "I've
never heard you say such things."
Cathy started to laugh while she cried and she said,
"Well, he is."
"Yes he is," Lisa said.
The three friends talked and drank wine. When the
kids got home from school, Susan made sure they had dinner
and a snack and set them up in front of the television and
eventually to bed. The kids were happy to hear their
mother laugh after the weeks of crying when she thought
they could not hear.
Susan and Lisa finally got their friend to bed. Cathy
promised to drop the kids off at grandma's and to spend the
next day with her friends.
Cathy woke up and made a conscious decision not to
think about her friends having sex together and with each
other's men. After all, God knows her life was fucked up.
Why should she judge her friends?
They spent a good day together.
Over the next couple of weeks things were almost back
to normal. The friends talked and had lunch and slowly
Cathy accepted that her marriage had not been what she'd
thought it was and she was better off without him. What
was good was that she realized that she hadn't even liked
the marriage she thought she had. She appreciated her
friends and none of them talked about the distance that had
grown between them. Occasionally, though, when Lisa and
Susan were laughing at something or talking together, Cathy
would look at them and remember them naked, their mouths on
each other and their men naked and pressed against them and
she would have conflicting emotions about the vision in her
head.
Her husband had proven that the world was different
than she'd thought. Sex was evidently a much bigger deal
for him than he'd let on to her. It startled Cathy to
realize that she was mad at her husband for not letting her
enjoy sex and, even more startling, she was jealous of her
friends.
She saw them put penises in their mouths. What was
that like?
What was it like to see other people having sex, to
feel the other people move while engaged in the act?
What was it like to have a man inside of you from
behind?
What was it like to have a woman's mouth on your
nipple?
What would it be like to actually put your mouth down
there on another woman?
All of these thoughts floated unbidden in Cathy's mind
one morning. Her kids were with their dad for the weekend
as ordered by the divorce decree. Her friends had helped
her get back into life and to realize that she was better
off without Tom. And, as she lay there in bed that
morning, the forces of biology were working.
She had not had sex for months. Of course, she'd gone
through a time when she thought she'd never have sex again.
But, that time was past. This morning, she'd been thinking
about what she'd see her friends doing and she'd tried to
not think about what her husband did with his girlfriend
that he didn't do with Cathy. Suddenly, she realized that
her thoughts about sex were making her sexually excited.
No, she thought to herself, they're making me horny (a word
she would have never used with her husband).
She sighed and thought, I've got to quit thinking
about sex if it is going to make me horny. I have no way
to have sex.
But, she couldn't stop the image of something she'd
seen, Susan leaning forward, feeling Lisa's breasts and
Charles's hand sliding between Susan's legs. The tension
grew between Cathy's legs.
She laughed at herself and told herself to quit
thinking about such things. She brazenly gripped herself
between the legs, as if to quench the feeling, and thought
"stop!"
Her reaction to the touch of her hand was another
thing that startled her.
She laid her head back on the pillow and thought, god,
I haven't masturbated since high school. I'm so clueless I
probably don't even remember how.
Her body betrayed her. Well, she thought, I can't
have sex with Tom. I don't even want to have sex with Tom.
Unless I want to have sex with Cathy and Lisa I'm going to
have to figure out how to take care of this tension. She
had a moment when she thought that maybe Cathy and Lisa
would not even want to have sex with her, but she laughed
that off. I'm not gay she thought. That's nothing to
worry about.
She was dressed in a large soft t-shirt and jogging
pants. I've got to do something, she thought. She took a
pillow and gripped it between her thighs. That's how she
first masturbated at the age of 13, scared and guilty and
unable to stop the relentless press of her body against the
corner of one of her pillows. This day the pillow was not
enough.
She slid a hand into her pants and over her panties.
She felt the heat of her sex and was surprised to feel that
her panties were wet with her secretions. She pressed
against herself.
In one of their many conversations, Lisa had pointed
out the advantages of not having a man around. You can be
a slob, she'd said. You don't have to make the bed unless
you want to. You don't have to get dressed if you don't
want to. You can do what you want to do.
Well, there was nobody here this day. At least she
was more mature than the last time she'd masturbated.
Intellectually she knew that touching herself was not a
sin. There was nothing wrong with it. Even in high
school, she'd resisted the urge to press her hand directly
against herself. She would use a pillow, or rub the handle
of a hairbrush up and down against her sex outside her
panties. Once, at her grandmother's she'd used the
removable shower head. She considered that to be the
naughtiest thing she'd ever done, to direct that pulsating
stream of water against the urgency of her genitals.
Tentatively she put her fingers beneath the waist band
of her panties. Just the tips slipped into the curly
softness of the hair there and she paused, draping her
other arm across her eyes, almost as if embarrassed.
Did Cathy or Lisa do this?
She laughed at the absurdity of that thought. Good
god, they'd pressed their hands and mouths against each
other. What she was finding it so hard to do was nothing
compared to that.
She moved her hand lower until it rested on the slit
between her legs, her fingers just lightly touching,
feeling the heat and the moist hair. The waist band on the
jogging pants pressed against her wrist. Suddenly she
realized the advantages of being home alone. She could, by
god, take off her pants and there was nobody there to tell
her that was bad.
She raised her hips and slipped the jogging pants off
her legs. The feeling of her legs being exposed was
delicious. I am wicked, she thought.
Exposing her panties to the air caused the wet spot on
her panties to cool, making her more aware of everything
that was going on.
God, it felt sexy to strip off her pants. She looked
to the side at the mirror and saw herself laying there in
just a t-shirt, one hand resting lightly between her legs.
Watching herself in the mirror she raised her knees to
cause the t-shirt to slip back from her thighs. She could
see her naked legs all the way to the curve of her
buttocks, encased in the cotton panties she wore.
She remembered the naked legs of her friends that day
at the beach house. And their breasts. And the nakedness
of the men.
She raised the t-shirt over her breasts and the
exposure of her nipples to the morning light and the air
caused another surge of excitement to course through her
body. She pulled the t-shirt off.
Except for that one time in the shower she could not
remember being naked while she masturbated. How strange
she thought. Masturbation is sex and traditionally you get
naked to have sex. Of course, back then she'd worried
about her brother and sister, her parents, and her own
sinfulness. Well, no more. She raised her hips and slid
her panties off.
She lay there on her bed, feeling deliciously wicked.
Naked. I'm naked, she thought. I'm naked because I'm
horny and I'm going to finger myself. She giggled. Yep,
finger myself. I'm going to finger myself until I come.
She almost wanted to call her ex-husband and tell him. No.
She almost wanted to call Susan and tell her. Why in the
world did she have that thought?
Best of all, unlike when she was a teenager and when
she had to touch herself she would do it quickly, this day
she had all the time in the world. No kids, nothing to do.
She spread her legs about a foot and looked down, past
her breasts to where the hair between her legs curved
beneath her. She very slowly slid one finger through that
hair and over herself.
Just spreading her legs was a sexy thing, wanton and
dirty. But if it was dirty, it was just her so it didn't
matter and god it felt wicked. Her finger could tell that
even more of her wetness was working out of her body. She
could only imagine how wet she would find herself.
She spread her legs wider and wider until they were
spread so wide that there was no denying that she'd assumed
a posture unrelated to anything but sex. Her legs were
open to expose her sex. She noticed her scent and breathed
deep. It was her moment. She was turned on and it was all
her. She had a quick thought wondering what Lisa smelled
like when Susan put her face between her legs. What did
Susan smell like? When they were all having sex what did
the room smell like? Good god, her room was starting to
smell like sex and she was all by herself.
She continued to remember the scene. At one point,
Susan had been bent over with Charles moving in and out of
her from behind. Cathy had seen Charles look down to where
he was moving in and out of Susan. His hands had gripped
the cheeks of her bottom. Cathy was actually seeing things
more clearly now than she'd allowed herself to remember
before. For the first time Cathy let herself realize that
Charles had spread Susan. He must have been able to see
his organ moving in and out of his wife. He must have been
able to see her anus!
Cathy allowed one finger to press a little way past
the outer folds between her legs. Yep, she was wet there.
She moved the tip of her finger in a small circle enjoying
the feel of wetness and enjoying the fact that she did not
have to worry about anybody finding the remnants of her
sexual wetness on her sheets.
Her eyes were closed as she continued to explore her
memory.
While Charles had been moving in and out of Susan,
Lisa had taken James, gripping him by his penis, and pulled
him toward Susan. Susan's mouth had opened and maybe she
could remember or maybe she was just imagining Susan's
tongue stretching to touch him. James had been shiny from
Lisa's saliva and he had slid into Susan's mouth. Could
Susan taste Lisa on him?
Cathy's finger moved a little deeper into herself and
she pressed her thumb lightly against her clitoris.
Lisa had knelt beside the other three and actually
gripped James as he moved in and out of Susan's mouth. At
one point Lisa had leaned over and put her mouth on him at
the same time Susan was sucking him. Cathy tried to
imagine what a man might taste like and she moved her
finger a little faster inside herself.
I would have done that for Tom. I would have liked to
have tried it with Tom behind me. Would that feel
different?
Cathy turned and got on her knees. She raised her
bottom and spread her legs and put her hand back between
her legs and pushed a finger in and out trying to imagine
what a man would feel like. One thing was different. Her
nipples were both stimulated by the bedding. She looked
sideways at herself in the mirror. It was hot.
She skipped a breath when she realized what she could
do. She turned so that her face was away from the mirror
and spread her legs again, curving her back and raising her
bottom high. She craned her neck to see herself. She
adjusted her angle until she could see herself, legs
spread, bottom raised and the glistening opening between
her legs exposed to the mirror and her reflection exposed
to her gaze. That looked nasty.
She put her hand between her legs. For the first time
in her life Cathy watched her finger disappear inside her.
She felt the quivers of an approaching orgasm. She looked
at herself in the mirror. Was that similar to what Charles
had seen when he looked down at Susan?
No. He'd seen more. She took her hand from between
her legs and put one hand on each cheek of her bottom.
Without support her face sunk into the bed and made it
harder to see. She rose up and put the top of head against
the mattress so she could look back between her legs at her
image in the mirror.
She extended her legs, pushing her bottom higher so
she could see. She put her hands on the cheeks of her
bottom and spread herself.
Her sex glistened and seemed to have swollen open.
There was her anus. How nasty that Charles could see her
like that. See Susan that is. What would it feel like to
have another person looking at her like that? She spread
herself as wide as she could. She could feel the strain
around her anus. She moved her hands lower and pulled her
sex open. One finger started rubbing her clit faster and
faster.
She tried to watch. She tried to imagine Charles's
penis in Susan like this. She imagined a penis inside her
like that. A penis shiny with her wetness. Or maybe shiny
from where she'd had it in her mouth. She tried to keep
her eyes open as she crested to an orgasm, but, she
couldn't.
She fell to the bed on her side, one hand clamped
between her thighs and pressed against the wet heat of her
sex.
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Lisa and James along with Susan and Charles and their
friend Cathy and her husband Tom spent several weekends
every year at Susan and Charles's beach house. Cathy went
to high school with Susan and Lisa and the three of them
were always known as the best of friends. This year Lisa
and Susan plotted a way to spend additional days at the
beach house where the four friends who had become intimate
together could enjoy some sexual games together.
Susan's husband received a "surprise" message at the
beach house on Saturday from his work. He was suddenly
free for the next week. Susan quickly invited the other
four friends to extend their stay. Cathy and Tom just
could not do it because of their kids, but Lisa and James
decided a few extra days would be fun.
After seeing Tom off, Susan and Lisa ran into the
beach house and stripped their tops off. The guys, sitting
on the sofa applauded and cheered and urged the girls to
"show us more." In a bump and grind routine the girls
danced together, rubbing each other's breasts and caressing
each other as they stripped off their suits. Eventually
they danced naked together, the guys enjoying the flash of
thighs, and breasts and all the intimate parts of their
ladies.
Laughing, the girls pulled the guys up and stripped
them naked until each couple was dancing naked. "God, I've
been so horny," Lisa said. James was dancing behind her,
his hands on her breasts and his rigid cock pressed against
her ass.
"Yeah," Susan said, "I enjoyed having Cathy and Tom,
but I've been thinking about this for two days." She had
turned to face Lisa, Charles behind her with his arms
around her and his cock pressed against her.
The two women leaned forward and kissed each other,
long and slow. The guys slid lower pressing their cocks
against the warmth between the ladies' legs. Eventually
each lady turned and took her man's cock in her mouth.
Eventually they did what they'd learned to enjoy so much.
And they did it for the next couple of days.
What they did not know was Cathy had forgotten the t-
shirts she'd bought her kids. What they did not know was
that Cathy ran back up the stairs of the beach house. What
they did not know was how stunned Cathy was at what she saw
through the window beside the front door.
Cathy went back down the stairs jangled by the
unbelievable thing she'd witnessed. She was stunned and
could not even begin to make sense of what she saw.
"What took so long?" Tom asked. "Did you get the
stuff you left?"
"What? No. We couldn't find them. Maybe I packed
them."
"Are you okay?"
"Yes." No, she said to herself. I am not okay.
"Now we're running even later. I wanted to get home
in time to watch some television. You'd think they'd get
cable in that beach house. Or a satellite dish."
"What?" Oh god, oh god, oh god is all her mind could
come up with.
All the way back to her house, Cathy tried to make
sense of what she'd seen. Lisa and Susan naked in front of
the guys. Lisa and Susan kissing each other! Lisa and
Susan doing oral sex right there on the floor in front of
each other. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Lisa and Susan had
even changed places. They'd sucked each other's man! How
could she ever face her friends again?
Lisa and Susan did not even notice at first, but over
the next several months Cathy drew further and further
away. Of course Lisa and Susan were distracted because
they tried to spend at least one day a week if not more
engaged in their sexual games together.
Eventually, one day at lunch, Susan said to Lisa, "You
know, it's been a long time since Cathy found time to go
out with us. I wonder if everything is okay."
"I don't know, but you're right. I'm not sure I've
seen her since we went to the beach together."
"Let's call her." Susan took her cell phone out and
dialed Cathy's number. No answer. "I wonder where she
is."
They continued their lunch until Cathy said, "I wonder
if she's screening calls with her caller ID. I don't think
she's been home for any calls I've made to her for a long
time."
"Oh, surely not. Why would she do that?"
"Hell, I don't know, but where's she been?"
"Well, do you want to just drop by her house?"
"Yeah, let's go."
Cathy opened her door. Lisa and Susan both noticed
the strange reception they got.
Susan said, "Cathy, we got worried. We haven't seen
you for some time and we couldn't get you on the phone."
"Uh, yeah, I'm sorry. I've had the ringer off a lot."
She stood in the doorway but did not invite them in. She
wasn't mad at them; it was just that the things she saw
were so unbelievable that she was stunned when she opened
the door to see them. In her mind she saw them naked,
pressed against each other and then on their knees with
glistening penises sliding in and out of their mouths.
Cathy just could not deal with that image.
"Well," Lisa said, "come to the mall with us. We miss
you."
"No. I can't. Not right now. I have something I
have to tend to. Maybe another time."
Back in the car Lisa and Susan were silent for a few
minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Lisa
said, "That was very strange."
"Something is wrong. Did we do something to her?"
"No. Like I said, I haven't even seen her since the
beach."
"Do you think she's mad because we stayed longer?"
"Can't be. You invited them to stay. I wonder if
they're having some marital discord. Tom is not real
outgoing and at the beach he hardly paid any attention to
her."
"You noticed that too, huh? I got the impression he
would rather be somewhere else."
"Well, maybe they're having problems, but you'd think
she'd confide in us. We're all best friends."
Susan shook her head.
Back at her house Cathy sat on her sofa. The
appearance of her friends brought up those images from the
day on the porch of the beach house when she learned her
two best friends were involved in group sex.
Cathy had not been able to sort out all her feelings
about that. Now that Lisa and Susan had made the effort to
come to her house, she realized that something had to give.
She wasn't sure she could ignore what she'd seen and try to
go back to the way things used to be. But, if she didn't
what was she going to do? She sat on her sofa and forced
herself to think about what she'd seen and what her
feelings were and how she might be able to face her friends
again. After all, they were her friends and she missed
them desperately. She seemed to be getting lonelier and
lonelier. Especially now that Tom seemed to be getting
more and more distant.
That last thought startled her. Tom had never been
real social. When she met him in college she thought his
aloofness was a sign of intelligence and sophistication.
But, she suddenly articulated to herself, it is just
arrogance. Her head actually jerked when she thought that.
Why, she asked herself did that suddenly pop into her head
when she was thinking about her friend's nasty, kinky sex
practices?
She couldn't be jealous. Could she? Sex with Tom was
okay. What could she be jealous about?
"Okay," she thought to herself, just "okay." She was
jealous! Not because she wanted to have sex with anybody
else, but because the sex she saw through the window, as
perverted as it might have been, would not be classified by
anybody as "just okay" sex.
Tom had been her first and only lover. These days
they made love maybe once every two weeks. He would move
on top of her and caress her a little and put it inside of
her. Sometimes she would have an orgasm and sometimes she
wouldn't.
When the three of them got together, Lisa and Susan
often talked about sex. They mentioned things, like "he
went down on me," that Cathy had never experienced. Once,
Susan talked about Charles attacking her in a parking lot.
Cathy didn't talk about sex. She was too shy. Her friends
were more experienced and Cathy always thought of herself
as being more of a good girl.
She knew there were a lot of sexual things out there.
Like oral sex. She went to the movies. In "Pretty Woman"
Julia Roberts was on the floor between Richard Gere's legs.
They didn't show anything, but the movie certainly implied
that she was performing oral sex. And that was mild
compared to some movies. Even on TV. "Friends" always
made sexual references. She remembered that once Monica
and Chandler were talking in one episode and Monica was
promising Chandler a "special time." He gave her look and
she said, "No, not that!" What did she mean by "that?"
Oral sex? Something else? Whatever it was, it was
something that Cathy had never experienced.
Cathy suddenly realized that she would like to try out
some different things. Not what Lisa and Cathy were doing,
but some things.
It was like a splash of cold water when Cathy realized
that she had started out to sort out her feelings about her
friend's perverse sex together and she ended up thinking
about her sexual ignorance and inexperience. She was
jealous.
She had those thoughts that day and then again months
later when she found out that Tom was cheating on her with
a co-worker. She had made no effort to repair things with
Lisa and Susan. She just could not figure out how to do
that. So, things went on, except she was starting to
wonder even more about what she was missing.
Then, one day she smelled another woman on Tom's
clothes. He'd obviously not taken the time to shower after
sex. She slowly collected other clues until she confronted
him and he admitted it and he left her. One of the things
he said in the three emotional days in which her marriage
came crashing down was that he enjoyed sex with his lover
more than with his wife. She was more experienced and did
things that Cathy had never done.
That was the most unfair of all, because Cathy had
tried. She had wanted to explore other things. But her
husband had kept her on a pedestal, turning aside anything
other than the most routine of sex. He'd sought the other
stuff elsewhere. That was the most unfair of all.
So, she sat alone on her sofa and cried at the irony
of the fact that her perfect marriage had dissolved so
quickly because of sex, but Susan, as far as Cathy could
tell, had a strong marriage despite the fact that Susan and
Charles engaged in kinky sex with other people. It did not
make sense.
It shocked Susan when she learned from another
acquaintance that Cathy and Tom had split. They'd been the
all-American couple. Susan had never been able to figure
out what had happened to her friendship with Cathy, but she
had to give her friend a call.
"Hello."
"Cathy? Hi. It's Susan. Are you okay?"
Cathy was quiet for a moment or two, but suddenly, all
the confusing sexual things about her friend no longer
mattered. She started to cry as she said, "No."
"Lisa and I are coming over."
Lisa and Susan hugged their friend. They all cried
and the two long time friends listened to Cathy talk. She
talked about the man she thought she knew and what he'd
done. Cathy could not tell them it seemed to be mainly
about sex. She just couldn't do that. She just blamed it
on the other woman and a "cheap no-good lying prick of a
bastard husband."
"Oh my god," Susan said, trying not to laugh, "I've
never heard you say such things."
Cathy started to laugh while she cried and she said,
"Well, he is."
"Yes he is," Lisa said.
The three friends talked and drank wine. When the
kids got home from school, Susan made sure they had dinner
and a snack and set them up in front of the television and
eventually to bed. The kids were happy to hear their
mother laugh after the weeks of crying when she thought
they could not hear.
Susan and Lisa finally got their friend to bed. Cathy
promised to drop the kids off at grandma's and to spend the
next day with her friends.
Cathy woke up and made a conscious decision not to
think about her friends having sex together and with each
other's men. After all, God knows her life was fucked up.
Why should she judge her friends?
They spent a good day together.
Over the next couple of weeks things were almost back
to normal. The friends talked and had lunch and slowly
Cathy accepted that her marriage had not been what she'd
thought it was and she was better off without him. What
was good was that she realized that she hadn't even liked
the marriage she thought she had. She appreciated her
friends and none of them talked about the distance that had
grown between them. Occasionally, though, when Lisa and
Susan were laughing at something or talking together, Cathy
would look at them and remember them naked, their mouths on
each other and their men naked and pressed against them and
she would have conflicting emotions about the vision in her
head.
Her husband had proven that the world was different
than she'd thought. Sex was evidently a much bigger deal
for him than he'd let on to her. It startled Cathy to
realize that she was mad at her husband for not letting her
enjoy sex and, even more startling, she was jealous of her
friends.
She saw them put penises in their mouths. What was
that like?
What was it like to see other people having sex, to
feel the other people move while engaged in the act?
What was it like to have a man inside of you from
behind?
What was it like to have a woman's mouth on your
nipple?
What would it be like to actually put your mouth down
there on another woman?
All of these thoughts floated unbidden in Cathy's mind
one morning. Her kids were with their dad for the weekend
as ordered by the divorce decree. Her friends had helped
her get back into life and to realize that she was better
off without Tom. And, as she lay there in bed that
morning, the forces of biology were working.
She had not had sex for months. Of course, she'd gone
through a time when she thought she'd never have sex again.
But, that time was past. This morning, she'd been thinking
about what she'd see her friends doing and she'd tried to
not think about what her husband did with his girlfriend
that he didn't do with Cathy. Suddenly, she realized that
her thoughts about sex were making her sexually excited.
No, she thought to herself, they're making me horny (a word
she would have never used with her husband).
She sighed and thought, I've got to quit thinking
about sex if it is going to make me horny. I have no way
to have sex.
But, she couldn't stop the image of something she'd
seen, Susan leaning forward, feeling Lisa's breasts and
Charles's hand sliding between Susan's legs. The tension
grew between Cathy's legs.
She laughed at herself and told herself to quit
thinking about such things. She brazenly gripped herself
between the legs, as if to quench the feeling, and thought
"stop!"
Her reaction to the touch of her hand was another
thing that startled her.
She laid her head back on the pillow and thought, god,
I haven't masturbated since high school. I'm so clueless I
probably don't even remember how.
Her body betrayed her. Well, she thought, I can't
have sex with Tom. I don't even want to have sex with Tom.
Unless I want to have sex with Cathy and Lisa I'm going to
have to figure out how to take care of this tension. She
had a moment when she thought that maybe Cathy and Lisa
would not even want to have sex with her, but she laughed
that off. I'm not gay she thought. That's nothing to
worry about.
She was dressed in a large soft t-shirt and jogging
pants. I've got to do something, she thought. She took a
pillow and gripped it between her thighs. That's how she
first masturbated at the age of 13, scared and guilty and
unable to stop the relentless press of her body against the
corner of one of her pillows. This day the pillow was not
enough.
She slid a hand into her pants and over her panties.
She felt the heat of her sex and was surprised to feel that
her panties were wet with her secretions. She pressed
against herself.
In one of their many conversations, Lisa had pointed
out the advantages of not having a man around. You can be
a slob, she'd said. You don't have to make the bed unless
you want to. You don't have to get dressed if you don't
want to. You can do what you want to do.
Well, there was nobody here this day. At least she
was more mature than the last time she'd masturbated.
Intellectually she knew that touching herself was not a
sin. There was nothing wrong with it. Even in high
school, she'd resisted the urge to press her hand directly
against herself. She would use a pillow, or rub the handle
of a hairbrush up and down against her sex outside her
panties. Once, at her grandmother's she'd used the
removable shower head. She considered that to be the
naughtiest thing she'd ever done, to direct that pulsating
stream of water against the urgency of her genitals.
Tentatively she put her fingers beneath the waist band
of her panties. Just the tips slipped into the curly
softness of the hair there and she paused, draping her
other arm across her eyes, almost as if embarrassed.
Did Cathy or Lisa do this?
She laughed at the absurdity of that thought. Good
god, they'd pressed their hands and mouths against each
other. What she was finding it so hard to do was nothing
compared to that.
She moved her hand lower until it rested on the slit
between her legs, her fingers just lightly touching,
feeling the heat and the moist hair. The waist band on the
jogging pants pressed against her wrist. Suddenly she
realized the advantages of being home alone. She could, by
god, take off her pants and there was nobody there to tell
her that was bad.
She raised her hips and slipped the jogging pants off
her legs. The feeling of her legs being exposed was
delicious. I am wicked, she thought.
Exposing her panties to the air caused the wet spot on
her panties to cool, making her more aware of everything
that was going on.
God, it felt sexy to strip off her pants. She looked
to the side at the mirror and saw herself laying there in
just a t-shirt, one hand resting lightly between her legs.
Watching herself in the mirror she raised her knees to
cause the t-shirt to slip back from her thighs. She could
see her naked legs all the way to the curve of her
buttocks, encased in the cotton panties she wore.
She remembered the naked legs of her friends that day
at the beach house. And their breasts. And the nakedness
of the men.
She raised the t-shirt over her breasts and the
exposure of her nipples to the morning light and the air
caused another surge of excitement to course through her
body. She pulled the t-shirt off.
Except for that one time in the shower she could not
remember being naked while she masturbated. How strange
she thought. Masturbation is sex and traditionally you get
naked to have sex. Of course, back then she'd worried
about her brother and sister, her parents, and her own
sinfulness. Well, no more. She raised her hips and slid
her panties off.
She lay there on her bed, feeling deliciously wicked.
Naked. I'm naked, she thought. I'm naked because I'm
horny and I'm going to finger myself. She giggled. Yep,
finger myself. I'm going to finger myself until I come.
She almost wanted to call her ex-husband and tell him. No.
She almost wanted to call Susan and tell her. Why in the
world did she have that thought?
Best of all, unlike when she was a teenager and when
she had to touch herself she would do it quickly, this day
she had all the time in the world. No kids, nothing to do.
She spread her legs about a foot and looked down, past
her breasts to where the hair between her legs curved
beneath her. She very slowly slid one finger through that
hair and over herself.
Just spreading her legs was a sexy thing, wanton and
dirty. But if it was dirty, it was just her so it didn't
matter and god it felt wicked. Her finger could tell that
even more of her wetness was working out of her body. She
could only imagine how wet she would find herself.
She spread her legs wider and wider until they were
spread so wide that there was no denying that she'd assumed
a posture unrelated to anything but sex. Her legs were
open to expose her sex. She noticed her scent and breathed
deep. It was her moment. She was turned on and it was all
her. She had a quick thought wondering what Lisa smelled
like when Susan put her face between her legs. What did
Susan smell like? When they were all having sex what did
the room smell like? Good god, her room was starting to
smell like sex and she was all by herself.
She continued to remember the scene. At one point,
Susan had been bent over with Charles moving in and out of
her from behind. Cathy had seen Charles look down to where
he was moving in and out of Susan. His hands had gripped
the cheeks of her bottom. Cathy was actually seeing things
more clearly now than she'd allowed herself to remember
before. For the first time Cathy let herself realize that
Charles had spread Susan. He must have been able to see
his organ moving in and out of his wife. He must have been
able to see her anus!
Cathy allowed one finger to press a little way past
the outer folds between her legs. Yep, she was wet there.
She moved the tip of her finger in a small circle enjoying
the feel of wetness and enjoying the fact that she did not
have to worry about anybody finding the remnants of her
sexual wetness on her sheets.
Her eyes were closed as she continued to explore her
memory.
While Charles had been moving in and out of Susan,
Lisa had taken James, gripping him by his penis, and pulled
him toward Susan. Susan's mouth had opened and maybe she
could remember or maybe she was just imagining Susan's
tongue stretching to touch him. James had been shiny from
Lisa's saliva and he had slid into Susan's mouth. Could
Susan taste Lisa on him?
Cathy's finger moved a little deeper into herself and
she pressed her thumb lightly against her clitoris.
Lisa had knelt beside the other three and actually
gripped James as he moved in and out of Susan's mouth. At
one point Lisa had leaned over and put her mouth on him at
the same time Susan was sucking him. Cathy tried to
imagine what a man might taste like and she moved her
finger a little faster inside herself.
I would have done that for Tom. I would have liked to
have tried it with Tom behind me. Would that feel
different?
Cathy turned and got on her knees. She raised her
bottom and spread her legs and put her hand back between
her legs and pushed a finger in and out trying to imagine
what a man would feel like. One thing was different. Her
nipples were both stimulated by the bedding. She looked
sideways at herself in the mirror. It was hot.
She skipped a breath when she realized what she could
do. She turned so that her face was away from the mirror
and spread her legs again, curving her back and raising her
bottom high. She craned her neck to see herself. She
adjusted her angle until she could see herself, legs
spread, bottom raised and the glistening opening between
her legs exposed to the mirror and her reflection exposed
to her gaze. That looked nasty.
She put her hand between her legs. For the first time
in her life Cathy watched her finger disappear inside her.
She felt the quivers of an approaching orgasm. She looked
at herself in the mirror. Was that similar to what Charles
had seen when he looked down at Susan?
No. He'd seen more. She took her hand from between
her legs and put one hand on each cheek of her bottom.
Without support her face sunk into the bed and made it
harder to see. She rose up and put the top of head against
the mattress so she could look back between her legs at her
image in the mirror.
She extended her legs, pushing her bottom higher so
she could see. She put her hands on the cheeks of her
bottom and spread herself.
Her sex glistened and seemed to have swollen open.
There was her anus. How nasty that Charles could see her
like that. See Susan that is. What would it feel like to
have another person looking at her like that? She spread
herself as wide as she could. She could feel the strain
around her anus. She moved her hands lower and pulled her
sex open. One finger started rubbing her clit faster and
faster.
She tried to watch. She tried to imagine Charles's
penis in Susan like this. She imagined a penis inside her
like that. A penis shiny with her wetness. Or maybe shiny
from where she'd had it in her mouth. She tried to keep
her eyes open as she crested to an orgasm, but, she
couldn't.
She fell to the bed on her side, one hand clamped
between her thighs and pressed against the wet heat of her
sex.
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