the real thing.’ Julie watched as her fingers traced the veins and subtle lumps and bumps on the flesh coloured surface. It was secured in place by black leather strapping. She rather liked that, it added to her feeling of masculinity. She placed her hand next to Lucy’s fingers and felt the dildo for herself. It felt natural, stiff, but not solid; it was very realistic, apart from the size.
‘It’s rather, big, Lu.’
‘Just right for me darling.’ Lucy moved in front of her, kissed her on the lips, and rubbed against the dildo. Julie felt pleasure from the slightest of movements and revelled in the feeling of dominance the dildo bestowed upon her. Lucy fell back onto the bed pulling her down on top. She opened her legs and Julie experienced a paroxysm of unexpected pleasure as the dildo entered and Lucy moaned, wrapping her legs around her to pull it in. It happened so quickly; Julie cried out to let Lucy know she was coming. Lucy grinned back at her, but it was the look she had when desperately seeking release.
‘Don’t stop Julie. Fuck me. Fuck me hard darling. Fuck me senseless. Fuck me. Fuck me!’ Julie thrust in and out in slow measured strokes, placed a soothing hand on Lucy’s face and looked deeply into her eyes. ‘Relax Lu; I’m going to make you come as you’ve never come before.’ She felt the waves of pleasure building again and matched the rhythm of the throbbing between her legs to her thrusts. Lucy liked that, she heaved up against every thrust and began tugging at Julie’s nipples. Taking the hint, Julie rested on her elbows and pulled at Lucy's wonderfully erect nipples and as her juices began to flow she pushed the dildo right in and moved from side to side, brushing Lucy’s throbbing clitoris against her own. They came together in a screaming tangle of gripping limbs. She collapsed breathless onto Lucy who immediately clutched her close her and rolled over on top.
Half an hour later they drank cold coffee and when Lucy went to the bathroom, Julie stood by the mirror, admiring her body with the enormous appendage. She took the sex toy cleaning fluid from the bedside drawer, soaked a tissue and began to clean the dildo. As she moved her hand up and down the shaft, she imagined using it on Suzy and surprised herself by having another, leg trembling climax. She admired herself in profile before reluctantly unbuckling the dildo and promising herself she would acquire one, of a more reasonable size, to use on Suzy.
It was 8.30 am before they finally left for London and although they both remarked on an acrid smell, they never saw the plume of smoke on the other side of town.
The news of the Meltcon fire came as something of a shock to the threesome at 27 Back Street. Thankfully there were no reports of fatalities, although two people had been taken to hospital for minor burns and smoke inhalation. Debbie put more bread in the toaster before taking two slices of toast to the table.
‘You first Barrie, we can have ours later.’
Natasha thanked her and took a slice of toast. She spread the butter slowly and methodically, it was the only way with Barrie’s hands. She had tried working at her own speed, but butter splattered all over the place. Controlling Barrie’s body had been frustrating to start with, but now she had come to terms with it. She was also resigned to remaining in his body, heaven knows how the switch had happened in the first place, but if it had been as a result of her wishing to change places; well it hadn’t worked since. Every night she had wished that they could change back, but of course nothing happened.
‘It’ll be chaos on the Estate, Barrie.’ She looked across the table at her own body. Her blue eyes looked a picture of innocence as Barrie fluttered her eyelashes and continued. ‘You would be much better off staying here with us and phoning in later.’
Debbie laughed and joined in. ‘I’m sure we could find him something to do, don’t you Tash?’ The conspirators giggled and despite having told herself that she needed time to think, Natasha decided enough was enough.
‘Don’t you find all this rather strange, Debs?’
‘What would I find strange Barrie?’
‘That Natasha should agree to the three of us going to bed together.’
‘Why shouldn’t I agree to it? It’s what you always wanted.’ Barrie had twigged she was about to tell Debbie what had happened and desperately wanted to steer her away from it. He’d been enjoying himself in Natasha’s body and when they changed back, he wanted to be on the other side of the threesome. ‘Don’t worry Debs; he gets a bit maudlin after sex.’
‘You don’t have any regrets, do you Tash? I’d hate to think you were upset. It was only a bit of fun.’
‘Of course, I know that. I hope it’s something we’ll repeat from time to time.’
‘Great! In that case, I’ll invest in a 4 slice toaster.’
Natasha laughed with them. What was the point of saying anything, Debbie would never believe her. She finished the toast and a second cup of coffee, while the girls discussed their plans for the day.
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.
A pall of smoke hung over the Meltcon factory. Traffic backed-up on the ring road with five miles of tailback caused by drivers who could not resist slowing to rubber neck as they drove past the entrance to the trading estate. Natasha went with the flow – or lack of it and if nothing else, the slow crawl gave her time to think about her situation. She had to admit she enjoyed having sex with two girls, and she didn’t think it would worry her if she was in her own body, watching Barrie and Debbie. What did worry her though, was the thought that Barrie might want to use her body to have sex with another man. She wouldn’t be able to live with that. So, if, as she believed, she was destined to remain in Barrie’s body, would Barrie experiment with her body to the point where they would end up going their separate ways? She hoped not, for despite Barrie’s wanderings, she recognised that the extramarital sex he indulged in was essentially harmless. With Sam Derby, it was no more than a bonk, she was the one who had elevated it to an act of love. Everything was getting so complicated, oh dear. She groaned and rested his forehead on the top of the steering wheel to think. The impatient hoot from the car behind made her jump. The traffic was moving again and a gap of some 50 yards had opened up in front of the BMW. She closed the gap and indicated right, cars were turning into the Trading Estate; the fire must be under control.
Estate traffic was being diverted away from Meltcon, but as the road closure was beyond Hamsworth Towers, she was allowed through. She parked the BMW in Barrie’s own parking space and walked into the lobby. The express lift seemed to be stuck on the fifteenth floor. She pressed the call button several times before it began its swift descent. The doors opened to reveal a furious, red faced, Sally Barnard, flanked by Pauline Sykes and Basil Main. All three were carrying boxes. Natasha swiftly side stepped Barrie’s body to one side, a move she had seen him make many times when playing rugby. It had always impressed her, but obviously not Sally.
‘That’s the only move you’re capable of, you shit! You won’t last five minutes in my job. Travel Plan will fold without me. You’ll all be on your hands and knees begging me to come back – but it will be too late! I’ve had competitors falling over themselves for me to join them, but I remained loyal and look where it got me. Well, now we shall see. You’re all talent less shits and without me you’ll get what you deserve.’ She spat the words out and Natasha could feel droplets hitting Barrie’s face. She took out a handkerchief and mopped them off. Pauline Sykes looked extremely embarrassed, but Basil Main shrugged and smiled. ‘I’m sure you’re right Sally, but let’s get these to your car, shall we?’ Sally tossed her head; stuck her nose in the air and strode out from the lift.
Natasha thought about waiting for Pauline and Basil to return, but decided they could be sometime. Walking from the lift to Barrie’s office she wondered who told Sally that Barrie was taking her job. As he pushed open the door she heard something behind Barrie’s desk. His large black leather chair was facing away from the door, which was unusual. It slowly swung around to reveal a smiling Penny Betts, who had one leg tucked under the other, exposing a large expanse of inner thigh. She was wearing stockings and suspenders and looked incredibly sexy. Natasha groaned to herself, willing Barrie’s ’old boy’ to behave. No favours for old time sake today, she was sure that even Barrie would not be able to manage it – then she felt the familiar twitch. Penny saw it and raised an eyebrow. ’You really must control yourself Mr Billingsgate; you are ogling the Managing Director’s fuck buddy.’
Barrie would have been surprised, but Natasha had retained her female intuition. ‘Thank heavens for that. I hope you’re getting enough of what you want?’
‘Well, it’s never more than enough, Barrie, as you well know, but let us just say that it is on the plus side of sufficient, so I won’t be calling on my old friend anymore.’
She made a deliberate point of looking at the bulge in Barrie’s trousers as she stood-up and adjusted her short
