By the time she time she reached the kitchen she was feeling quite pleased with herself. Mervyn Turner ogling her naked body had not worried her one jot. Hiding anonymously behind the mask may have had something to do with it, although she preferred to believe it was because she was at last comfortable with her own sexuality. Peter had listened to her in silence when she broke the news to him. Afterwards he simply stood up, kissed her on the forehead and said that if she was sure, there was little he could say except to wish her well. She felt vaguely annoyed that he wasn’t upset but thinking about it on the drive to the penthouse; she reasoned it was part pride and part wanting what was best for her. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sipped, waiting for Lucy‘s call. When it came, she though she knew what to expect, but seeing Lucy laying across Mervyn and his rather thick penis disappearing inside her came as something of a shock. Mervyn transferred his gaze from the reflection of Lucy rubbing her clitoris in the overhead mirror, to Julie, who looked directly back at him and teasingly flicked the feather duster up and down her sex.
‘Julie. Please help me Julie.’
When Julie looked into Lucy’s eyes, she saw her desperation. It was a look which had become a hallmark of their brief, but torrid, sexual relationship. She sat on the bed and placed her right hand where Lucy had been entertaining herself. The clitoris throbbed in her fingers. She felt powerful and looked directly at Mervyn who was staring at her sex. The reflection in one of the mirrors showed what he found so interesting, she was squatting with her legs apart and her sex fully exposed. She deliberately stretched her knees further apart looked defiantly back at him and used her free hand to draw a slow, tantalising circle around own clitoris. She was about to demonstrate how her lover needed her; not him. She was going to drive her wild. Lucy smiled and lay back onto Mervyn’s left shoulder, but when Julie pinched her clitoris between two fingers and rubbed at polishing speed, she squealed and sat bolt upright. Her long black hair whipped around her face as her head twisted and shook in frenzy. She didn’t know what to do with herself. She squealed, no! Then quickly changed her mind and groaned yes. Her hand attempted to slow Julie’s down, but Julie ignored it and carried on with her polishing action at a speed she knew she could keep going for a very long time. Teeth bared in a desperate grin, Lucy writhed uncontrollably, one moment looking down at her sex, the next watching the action in the overhead mirror. Her cries of protest turned into screams as she arched backwards and began to pound up and down on Mervyn’s willing penis. She was desperate now, desperate for her orgasm to be overwhelming, desperate for it to be the best ever. It had to be and she shouted as much; then she shrieked, her eyes wide and wild as the orgasm took her. Julie rubbed furiously with her right hand and moved her left hand from her own sex to tug at Lucy’s nipples and complete her release. She screamed several times – then the frenzy was over. Her head turned towards Julie and rewarded her with a wonderful smile. Julie smiled back from behind the mask, stopped polishing and changed to a gentle stroking action. Lucy’s moans of ecstasy gradually subsided and sated, she returned to her original position.
‘That was fantastic darling. If you would rather leave now, I won’t mind. Mervyn will want to satisfy himself in the only way he can.’
Julie shook her head masked head and went back to gently massaging her own clitoris; not that she was expecting to come, it just felt good. When Lucy lifted off Mervyn, she was pleased to see he was wearing a condom. His penis was very erect, about the same length as Peter’s, but quite a bit thicker, which she thought strange, considering he was quite weedy by comparison. She watched as he rolled away from Lucy and stood up beside the bed. Lucy opened her bedside drawer and lifted out the largest of her vibrators. She pushed it into her vagina then knelt on the bed, reached back between her legs and took hold of Mervyn’s penis. She turned her head and looked apprehensively at him. ‘Take it easy please Mervyn; I’ve not done this since your last visit.’ He dragged his eyes away from Julie’s moving hand to look at her and give her an understanding nod. She placed the tip of his penis against her rectum. He pushed into her and she screamed, but he carried on until he was deep inside. She gasped as he withdrew and entered her again. On every thrust she winced in pain. Julie glared at him from behind the mask, how dare he submit Lucy to such pain and degradation. It had to stop and she was about fling her self on Mervyn and pull him away, when Lucy’s hand moved to switch on the vibrator and she began to bounce against Mervyn who grasped her around the waist pulling back in time with every bounce – his thrusts short and savage – his face contorted with lust. Lucy screamed that she was coming and Mervyn shouted fuck, over and over as he ejaculated. It all happened very quickly.
Julie slid off the bed and quietly left the room.
The action on Debbie’s bed at 27 Back Street had been suspended for sustenance. An Indian takeaway delivered, they were sitting around the small table in the kitchen. Natasha hardly felt any effect from the champagne. The two girls though were well gone, although Natasha suspected that Barrie in her body was putting it on a bit as an excuse to flirt outrageously with Debbie. He was now asking her how many more times she could expect to come throughout the night and was a proper cock better than a vibrator. Debbie giggled a lot and there was a lot of fondling, followed by one or other of them ducking under the table to see if it was having any effect on Barrie’s penis; which it was.
The girl’s were wearing Debbie’s bathrobes, which were so sheer, they might as well not have bothered. Natasha had wrapped a towel around Barrie’s waist, which was totally inadequate. After the third bottle of champagne, the decision was made to stay the night. Barrie’s shirt and socks were in the washer dryer and his suit was hanging on the rack in the fitting room. Natasha suddenly felt a hand on the base of Barrie’s penis. There was giggling beneath the table and another hand caressed the head. Then a hand appeared over the edge of the table, felt around, found the yoghurt they had used to cool the fire of the Vindaloo. The carton disappeared. There was more giggling and she felt the cool yoghurt spreading over Barrie’s ever stiffening penis. A tongue licked at the underside of the head, another around his testicles. She couldn’t tell which was which, but it was extremely pleasant. Then it stopped and first Debbie, then her own body, bobbed up alongside the chair and took hold of Barrie’s elbows. She could very easily have remained seated, they would never have been able to lift Barrie’s bulk, but she joined in their game.
They led his body over to the rush matting where she eased his body down onto his back. She watched as Barrie took the lead by pushing a handful of yoghurt into her vagina. Debbie needed no encouragement to follow suit. She giggled. ‘It’s cold.’
Barrie knelt her body in front of her and licked off a mouthful with a single swipe of her tongue. He turned to grin at her.
‘The object of the game is to lick off all the yoghurt,' Debbie smirked as she added. ‘Sorry about having to use the mat, but I have a no food rule in my bed.’
‘Mr Duggie, how nice to see you.’ Roberto was genuinely pleased to see Duggie Lummox. It had been too long, he used to be a regular; at least once a week, until his wife tragically developed cancer and died. It was all so quick. Roberto was a romantic soul; he could tell there was something special between Mr Duggie and his beautiful companion, so he led them to the back of the restaurant and his special table, screened from prying eyes by a trellis work of plastic flowers. It was his table for lovers. He kissed the back of Penny’s hand when they were introduced, pulled out a chair for her and lit the single candle, with a flourish, stood back and beamed at them
‘Mr Duggie, Signorina Penny, we have some wonderful specials this evening, but before you choose, please, have a bottle of my best a champagne – on a the house.’ Duggie smiled a smile, which was not quite as yellow as usual. ‘You really shouldn’t Roberto, but thank you, we will drink to your health.’
On his way back to the front of the restaurant, Roberto surreptitiously removed the reserved sign from Mr and Mrs Duggie’s favourite table. That would have been a big mistake. He returned with a bottle of champagne and three glasses, removing the cork, with a satisfying pop he filled the glasses and twisted the bottle into an ice bucket which appeared at his elbow. He raised his glass in a toast. ‘To you both and a warm a welcome to you Signorina Penny, I hope a to see you many times in a my little restaurant.’
They were on the antipasto when a waiter showed two women to the table on the other side of the screen. One of the women was loud and well spoken. Duggie peered through the screen, she looked vaguely familiar. The other woman he recognised, which was quite a coincidence as, having agreed not to discuss work, they were talking about the Rugby Club. He put a finger to his lips, took a scrap of paper from his wallet and scribbled – 'the blonde is Peter Bunford’s wife'. Penny nodded, turned the paper over and wrote – 'Don‘t know either of them. How about a shag?' Duggie read her message, smiled and whispered. ‘It’s only 15 minutes to my place, but there’s the
