Story 33 #3
Once again, however, when she thought that things were stepping up even further he suddenly stepped away from her.
She looked at him and she knew that there was hunger in her eyes. She could feel the heat in her cheeks and she knew that she was panting slightly. Her head was spinning, it was so full of all her emotions.
He held her by the waist and looked at her. Then he turned her around and guided her over to the bed.
He pushed her backward onto the bed. She was surprised by the sudden push and she fell backward.
She bounced on the soft bed - it was softer than any she had experienced before.
She thought about sleeping there. She thought about waking up in his arms, stretching out sleepily, her soft, toned limbs lengthening and then wrapping themselves around him.
She reached out her hands to him, wanting him to come to her, but he simply stood there, looking down at her.
Smiling, he undid his shirt. She looked at his powerful body and wanted to go to him. She didn’t quite dare, however. If he had put her on the bed then that was where he wanted her, and all that she could do was wait to see what he did next - or what he wanted her to do next.
He watched her and she started to wonder if she was supposed to do something.
Then he climbed onto the bed next to her. He looked down at her. She felt so small lying there. She was completely submissive to him now.
He reached down and stroked her hair, stroked the side of her face.
He reached further down her body and stroked one of her breasts through her flimsy top.
She sighed and smiled at him. His hands moved down and took hold of her top.
He pulled at it and she raised her arms so that he could pull it off.
Any shyness or sense of modesty seemed to have gone from her now.
He was looking at the naked upper half of her body now. She watched him carefully to see his reaction. She thought that he seemed to approve of what he was seeing.
He reached down and stroked one of her breasts.
“Incredible,” he murmured. Then he turned his head toward the door.
“What do you think?” he said. Penny’s eyes widened, startled. She looked at the door. The woman from earlier, Mary, was standing there in the doorway. How long had she been there? She must have come in when they moved things over to the bed.
“What is this?” she said, trying to cover herself up.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Mr. Williams said, trying to reassure her, “this is just how we do things here. Come on, Mary. Don’t be shy.”
The other woman must have already loosened her dress. She tugged at it and it slid from her body. All that she was wearing beneath it was a pair of black, lace knickers.
Penny was shocked by what was happening.
What was this? This was wrong, surely? And yet...
she was in such a heightened state of arousal that looking at Mary’s succulent body only seemed to turn her on even more.
She looked from Mr. Williams to Mary and waited to see what would happen next. Her heart was racing.
Mr. Williams got to his knees on the bed.
He held out his hands. Mary walked over to him slowly.
Penny watched the way that her hips moved from side to side, the way that her voluptuous breasts bounced as she walked.
She envied her confidence but there was something else stirring in her as she watched her.
She felt a strange desire - it was similar to the desire that she had been feeling for Mr. Williams, and yet it was different as well.
She wondered what it would be like to touch this woman, feel her body.
What would her lips feel like? What would those breasts feel like?
Penny remained laying on the bed as Mr. Williams got to his knees.
Mary climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of Mr. Williams so that they were facing one another.
They smiled at each other, and then he kissed her.
He kissed her on the lips, and then the throat, and then he moved his kisses down to her breasts.
His mouth moved over them, kissing them slowly.
Penny watched, fascinated. Yet also somewhat jealous.
Jealous of what and of whom? She honestly couldn't tell if she was jealous of Mary being kissed like that, or of Mr. Williams for being the one to kiss those gorgeous breasts.
They both turned to look at Penny. Mr. Williams leaned in close to Mary and whispered something.
Penny thought that it sounded like, “go on,” and that was exactly what Mary did.
She went to Penny and looked down at her, just as Mr. Williams had done.
She pushed her hair back behind her ear. And then she leaned down.
Penny knew that it was coming. Her heart was pounding faster than ever. Something told her that this was wrong, and yet she wanted it more than she could possibly say. She reached up with one hand and ran it through the other woman’s hair. It was soft, luxurious.
Then their lips met. Mary’s lips were full and sweet, her kiss so gentle and tender.
Their hands began to explore one another's bodies. Penny had loved the feeling of Mr. Williams' strong, firm body but now she was enjoying the soft and delicate feel of Mary's body.
This still felt naughty, forbidden, but with every kiss, with every caress, Penny gave herself up to the pleasures more and more. Why shouldn’t they take what they want? Why shouldn’t they do all the things that felt good to them? And Mary’s body, Mary’s touch, Mary’s kisses - all of it felt good.
She opened her eyes and looked over to see Mr. Williams watching them. She wanted to put on a show for him.
Mary pulled at Penny's petticoat. It came off easily and now the two of them were just in their knickers - Mary's black and lacy, Penny's simple cotton.
She felt Mary's hands on her legs. She copied her and stroked Mary's thighs.
His hand inadvertently slid into Mary's underwear and took hold of her ass.
She was shocked at first, but it felt so good that she gave it a squeeze.
Her other hand had found Mary’s breasts. She focused on one of them, giving it a squeeze and a gentle massage. It felt so big, so juicy in her hand. She marveled at it, wondering what it must be like to walk around, day in day out, with these incredible things in your dress.
She felt one of Mary’s hands move to her breasts as well. And then Mary’s kisses moved down, down to her breasts. She felt Mary’s mouth moving over them - she licked them, kissed them.
Penny’s eyes were locked on Mr. Williams. Her mouth was open as she gasped silently with pleasure.
She held out one hand to Mr. Williams. She wanted him to join her.
He came to her and looked down at her. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips. She felt his hand on her breast - the one that Mary wasn’t taking care of.
Then his mouth was there. Penny cried out now, unable to hold it in anymore as both of their mouths played with her breasts, sucked hard on her nipples - her nipples which seemed to have become ever more sensitive.
She thought about times when she had been aroused before when she had felt them stiffen under her clothes and rub hard on the material of her undershirt - this was something else entirely. This was a whole new level.
She felt their hands on her body. It was hard to keep track of whose hand was doing what to her at this point.
One hand - she was sure that this one was Mr. Williams’, it felt like his - slid down over her stomach.
She felt it at the top of her underwear, that last barrier between her and him, and then his fingers slipped inside.
It happened so easily, so casually, that it took her a moment or two to process what was happening.
Then it was there. She felt his first two fingers probing her.
They played with her lips, pushing them apart and pushing inside.
They rubbed at the length of her lips, toying with her pussy.
Her mouth opened, but she couldn’t make a sound.
She felt as though her brain was completely overloaded.
The pleasure had gone from a warm glow to a fire burning within her and now, at last, into an explosion.
Surely there couldn’t be more? And yet it seemed to keep building, the explosion kept building and building, blooming outward.
Then they found her clit and began rubbing at that and it intensified even further.
She felt his mouth move away from her breast and then she felt him kiss her stomach. She sensed what was coming and she yearned for it.
She felt him pull her underwear off and then his tongue was at her pussy.
His fingers pushed her lips apart as his tongue ran up and down their length.
Then his tongue pushed at her clit. It was as though he had found some magic button that unleashed the white-hot ecstasy within her.
She held Mary's head with one hand and gripped Mr. Williams' head between her legs, wanting to hold him there forever.
It wasn’t to be, however. Suddenly he was gone.
He stood up and looked down at the two women.
Penny felt Mary’s fingers start to play with her and she knew that she had to reciprocate.
Shee wanted to pleasure Mary, and she wanted to put on a show for her benefactor.
She pushed Mary’s knickers down, marveling at the soft material, so much finer than her own underwear, and then she began playing with her, trying her best to copy what was being done to her.
She was pleased with the moans from the other woman.
They kissed one another and then looked at Mr. Williams. He undid his trousers and pushed them down. Penny froze for a moment as his cock was finally revealed. It was bigger than she had thought it would be. She saw the veins in it, saw it standing there hard and hot, hungry for her.
He took it in one of his hands and began pulling on it. Penny dragged her eyes away from it and looked at Mary. Mary smiled at her reassuringly. Penny knew that she could just follow her lead.
Mary shifted on the bed and lay down on her front, right in front of his cock.
Penny copied her. It was right in front of her now.
She watched Mary. Mary took it in one of her hands and pulled on it herself.
Penny was about to try and take it off her, but then she saw Mary lick it.
She then held it toward Penny. Penny leaned forward and kissed it on the tip, tentatively.
The feel of it on her lips gave her courage.