Squeezing Barrie’s frame into Sam’s small hatchback was much easier than Natasha had anticipated. The relief when she suggested they go in her car must have been obvious, but Sam didn‘t say anything, although she did give her an odd look when she called her Samantha. Barrie obviously never used her full name, which was a shame; Natasha had always thought Samantha a pretty name.
Her flat was on the Industrial estate side of town, less than ten minutes from the office. They approached it down a cul-de-sac of 1960’s built houses with open plan lawns. The area had a pleasant, spacious, well kept feel which the planners had obviously been at pains to continue with the flats built around a large central rectangle of mown grass and well kept shrubs. Sam turned to the right and pulled into an allotted parking space behind the right hand block. She was waiting to lock the car before Natasha had managed to heave Barrie’s body out. They entered a stairwell which served four flats, two ground floor and two on the first. Natasha liked the set-up, it was neat and clean. She followed Sam up the stairs and into flat number 8. The flat looked as if it had been recently redecorated and had what she would describe as a timeless feel to it – definitely not typical 1960‘s.
Sam dropped the car keys into her handbag and placed it on a table in the small hallway, fished the disk from the handbag, kicked off her shoes and skipped lightly into the sitting room. The computer was neatly housed in a bookcase unit and it took only a few seconds to load her programs, a sure sign it had a powerful processor. She turned back from the computer with all the buttons of her blouse undone. Barrie’s penis showed an immediate reaction. She grinned and brushed against it as she pushed past.
‘Come on, let’s get our bonk in first. We can look at the disk and have a bite to eat afterwards.’
Natasha followed her into the bedroom. The curtains were drawn across the north facing window; Sam was obviously a girl who planned ahead. She was down to her underwear before Natasha had hardly made it through the door.
‘Come on Barrie, get a move on, it’s alright for you, but I haven’t had a bonk since last week.’ Wondering which day it would have been the previous week, Natasha struggled to undo the shirt cuff buttons with Barrie’s large fingers before turning her attention his tie and the buttons down the front of the shirt.
‘Let me.’ Sam brushed Barrie’s hands away, and swiftly undid the buttons in descending order. Natasha unbuckled the belt and undid the top button of his trousers to provide access to the last button. Pausing only to give Barrie’s penis an encouraging squeeze, she pulled the shirt from his back and put it on a wire coat hanger behind the bedroom door. Deliberately put there for the purpose? Natasha desperately wanted to make love to Sam. she kicked off Barrie’s shoes, pulled down his trousers and stepped out of the underpants leaving them in a disorderly pile on the floor. She parked his bottom on the edge of the bed to take off his socks, and was confronted by that disgusting thigh support, she wanted to take that off, but Sam was astride Barrie’s body before she could even begin. She was naked now and Natasha thrilled at the smoothness of her skin and the touch of her breasts as they brushed against Barrie’s chest. Her eyes were looking into Barrie’s eyes and Natasha thought they were about to kiss, but Sam did not kiss, she playfully rubbed noses.
‘I want to be on top Barrie – but don’t bother with your socks, I’ll be facing you today. I quite enjoyed it last week, but I don’t want to look at your feet two weeks running and definitely not at your thigh support.’
Natasha laughed as much in relief as anything else. She now knew what Sam was expecting from Barrie. Her comment the previous day about liking to be on top was obviously the case. Sam held onto Barrie’s shoulders, lifted herself up and leant back. Was she going to sit on Barrie’s penis? No; she stood up to let Barrie lay on the bed. Natasha followed her bidding. When Natasha came on top, Barrie always held his penis at the right angle for her. She did the same for Sam as she straddled his body. Sam’s full breasts swung gently as she crawled up to position herself. Natasha looked past the breasts, fascinated as the light fuzz of pubic hair brushed the tip of Barrie’s penis, which looked truly enormous from that angle. She watched the head as it entered, then switched to Sam’s face. Her eyes were closed. She seemed to be concentrating on every small movement as she eased herself on. When it was held tight by her vagina, Natasha took Barrie’s hands away and placed them gently on Sam’s buttocks which were well rounded and smooth. Sam rode the penis slowly, easing it in a fraction on each downward thrust. When at last she achieved full penetration she opened her eyes and gave Natasha a broad smile. Natasha was captivated by that smile, she knew it was meant for Barrie but now she was wishing it was meant for her. Was she in love with Sam because she was in Barrie’s body, or would she continue to feel the same way if and when she returned to her own? She never had those sorts of feelings – sexual feelings – for Debbie, although they had been friends for years and no one could deny that Debbie was attractive. It was just that Sam’s beauty was different. Perhaps it was a reflection of her own colouring and looks with a subtle twist? Perhaps it was wanting to have intimate knowledge of her sexual feelings to compare with her own? Whatever, she was going to take this opportunity to make love properly to Sam; this was not going to be a quick bonk.
Sam was settling into a rhythm but not the sort Natasha was used to. Sam was using the full length of Barrie’s penis, rising up on it until she felt it must slip out before sinking down again. It was slow and methodical and Natasha wondered if Barrie’s penis would suddenly explode and leave Sam unfulfilled. How did he cope with this incredibly intense feeling? The entire length felt as it was on fire. Perhaps that could be the key? She thought about having a cold shower with icy water cascading over his penis. The danger of a premature ejaculation receded, at the precise moment when Sam sat up and started grinding down on Barrie’s penis in short savage strokes. All her teeth showed in a broad grin as she threw her head back and braced her arms on Barrie’s thighs to help pound up and down. Natasha could not recover quickly enough so as Sam let out a squeal of delight and shuddered into an orgasm, Barrie’s ejaculation, as far as Natasha could tell, was still some way off. She felt cheated, as she often did with Barrie, but this was different because it was likely to be the only time she would ever be in bed with the delectable Sam.
‘I didn’t make it Sam.’
Sam leant forward, lifted herself off and touched noses. It was the only sign of affection she made during their love making. It really was just a bonk as far as she was concerned. Natasha should be pleased – relieved – but she wasn’t. She repeated her complaint.
‘I didn’t make it.’
‘What do you mean you didn’t make it Barrie. You always come.’
‘Not today. Could we do it again?’
She frowned. ‘We haven’t got a lot of time. You know very well it has to be a quick bonk. Today was no quicker, why didn’t you come?’
‘I don’t know. If you don’t want to carry on, I’ll understand.’
She rolled off, lay on her back and reached out to paint an imaginary pattern on Barrie’s arm. ‘There’s not much point in having a bonk if we don’t both come. You’ll have to do the work though.’
Natasha turned Barrie’s body towards her, placed a hand on her thigh and ran it lightly over her stomach to her left breast. Her nipple was still hard as his hand brushed across it.
‘Barrie!’ It was a warning. Natasha was getting the message. No fondling or kissing that way it remained no more than a quick bonk. But Natasha wanted more and was determined to make love to Sam.
‘Sorry.’ She moved his hand onto the bed to support his weight and moved his body on top. Sam reached down to guide Barrie’s penis. Strange how that was alright but the stroking of her breast was wrong. Natasha touched Barrie’s nose on hers, the acceptable alternative to a kiss and gently pushed. Sam lifted up to assist entry and seizing the opportunity, Natasha slipped Barrie’s hands under the small of her back and worked them down under her silky smooth buttocks. Now she was in complete control with the ability to adjust the depth of penetration at her will. Sam gasped as Natasha found precisely the right spot with the tip of Barrie’s penis and as she opened her eyes to look at him, Natasha moved Barrie’s head as if to touch noses but kissed the tip of her nose instead, then, before she had chance to protest, kissed her lightly on the lips. She pulled away expecting an admonishment, but none came. Sam looked dreamily into Barrie’s eyes and ran her tongue along her top lip. Gently moving Barrie’s penis around that special spot, Natasha kissed her again. Sam returned the kiss, lightly at first, then her arms entwined around Barrie’s neck and she fastened her lips onto his. It was a long passionate kiss and by the time she let go, Natasha had unconsciously moved to take Barrie’s weight on his elbows, allowing his hands to caress her breasts. She smiled and whispered.
‘Don’t rush Barrie – make it last – for ever.’
Natasha made love to Sam the way she wanted Barrie to make love to her. So, when she felt that he was
