Netball Practice

by Holley

I love women. Hi, I'm Holley and I'm fourteen years old. Mum had taken me to school early to practice for netball. There's a schools competition coming up shortly and although I know I'm quite good I'd like to be even better so I can make the school team. I wasn't wearing uniform I was wearing a little yellow dress and yellow panties. I wasn't wearing them for any particular reason; just what my mum had put on the bed for me to wear. Mum was sat on the seats surrounding the court whilst I practiced shooting nets and when this girl walked out I could see Mum was interested in her. She had dark hair and eyes, very nice full lips and a sort of olive type skin. In comparison to me she had a very nice bust; I have practically nothing. She's not particularly tall but with nice muscular legs and thighs, nice bottom too.

She came out onto the court wearing a uniform, which as you may know, is a very short skirt and really dowdy panties. We took turns in shooting at the net and then we took turns in trying to block the other one's shots, which of course, necessitated either one of us jumping as the other one shot. I noticed that when she shot and I jumped to impede her she took her eyes off the net and stared at my panties. What a nice idea, I'd already decided some time ago that I liked girls. I hadn't had sex with another girl yet but my goodness I'd read a few stories about lesbians and lesbianism and I thought it sounded much more exciting that being with a boy. So, while Madeline was busy watching my panties I was busy watching her titties bounce. I'm sure that after a little while when I ran with the ball, as though we were playing basketball, she deliberately tried to stand in my way and I didn't attempt to go around her, the result, two girls lay on the floor showing everything under the netball skirts.

After one fall mum came rushing out onto the court and I imagined she was going to give Madeline a smack or at least a good telling off. But when Madeline and I held hands and then walked off the court she was a bit mollified. When I introduced them to each other Madeline took the offensive and gave my mother a kiss. She looked embarrassed but unlike when you're really embarrassed she didn't try to “wipe' the kiss off her mouth with the back of her hand and I thought I noticed a funny look in her eyes. Did she enjoy it? Madeline and I walked back to the showers with mother following and when we got inside and I stripped off in private I noticed that Madeline had stripped too but hadn't done it in complete privacy, she'd left the door to the cubicle open. She'd come out and stretched against the wall, first this way and then that way; the bitch was showing her pussy and her tits off to my mother. I stepped into the shower so I didn't see whatever happened then but I heard another shower turn on and there was splashing and singing as Madeline showered.

Coming out of the showers Madeline was dressing in front of my mother and not being too careful about it. I think my mother was enjoying looking at what she could see of Madeline's tits and arse. No doubt about it, Madeline was showing off to her hearts content and frankly I was a bit “pissed”, I thought after the way she'd behaved on the court that she fancied me but it now became obvious that it was my mother she was interested in. We eventually separated to go to our respective classes and after I'd said goodbye to Madeline, Geraldine said why don't you invite her over for afternoon tea. So, when classes finished I caught Madeline leaving her class room and asked her if she'd like to come over. I was still sort of hoping that she fancied me. She said she'd love to but she had to ring her mother first. That wasn't a problem and her mother seemed quite amenable to that proposal.

We met Geraldine outside school and went off to my home. I don't like to boast but our house is big, I mean big and we have a gorgeous swimming pool in the garden. Madeline stood looking at the pool as though she'd never seen water before but I asked her if she'd like a swim only for her to tell me she didn't have anything to swim in. Geraldine took her upstairs and I can't tell you what, if anything; happened there but Geraldine was looking a bit flushed when she came down. Madeline look very hot in an almost too tiny costume and walking across the grass she dived straight in. Geraldine and I were stood at the side of the pool in my case checking out Madeline's tits, which seemed to be virtually floating on top of the water. I'd swear the bitch had loosened her top strap whilst she was under the water. She swam close to the edge of the pool and whilst Geraldine and I were busy looking at her tits she grabbed me by the ankle and had me in the pool. When Geraldine got in the pool we were all three in an embrace and Madeline took the opportunity to kiss both of us. I think she'd had her hand on Geraldine's arse at sometime if the blush on Geraldine's face gave any indication.

We practiced netball other mornings too but whilst we were in the showers only on one occasion did Madeline put her head in my cubicle and squeezing my little tits she kissed me. Just a little peck on the lips but I noticed that it was almost certainly done for it's affect on Geraldine. Geraldine looked very hard at Madeline and when she turned around she almost casually fondled her tit or at least that's what it looked like from behind. But all of this is leading to where I need to start explaining about my meeting with Erica whom I'm fucking unmercifully now.

Madeline had told me all about her and she gave me Erica's e-mail address telling me she loved hearing from young girls. I couldn't rally imagine why she'd want to hear from me but Madeline said she'd given my address to Erica and I would probably get a nice e-mail from her soon. The first mail I got was more or less just an introductory thing telling me a little about her and asking me for some details about me. She told me Madeline had told her how pretty I am and it was only to be expected that she'd show interest in me. Of course being a teenager as soon as someone told me I'm pretty she had my immediate interest. Her e-mail address was on the message so I replied. The messages were quite innocent just asking about how Madeline and I had met and me telling her about the netball. I wasn't that mad about returning the messages they seemed just plain silly to me until she mentioned something about sex. That really made my ears prick up, so to speak, and in a later mail she told me, or rather hinted, that she wasn't “straight”. Now, things were beginning to be interesting although I didn't come straight out and tell her I liked girls too. As the messages progressed she came out with more interesting facts that started to generate some serious interest for me. I was beginning to like thinking about Erica and was now frequently masturbating imaging myself with her underneath me on the bed giving her a serious fucking.

I was still sending my messages in a sort of shy schoolgirl mode hoping that she'd be even more open about her sexuality. She told me how she'd met up with Madeline and how nice she is and said she hoped that we could meet too. I continued the shy schoolgirl mode pretending that I had no idea why she'd like to meet me. Of course Madeline had told me she'd seen Erica naked on lots of occasions and so when she told me how she looked I was very interested. No, I wasn't just interested I was now seriously masturbating thinking what it would be like to fuck an older woman. What probably interested me more than anything else was the fact that, according to Madeline, she loved being fucked by young girls that pushed her around and generally dominated her. I was later to find, to my regret, that I misinterpreted that statement. However, I've digressed. Her messages and the occasional phone call hinted at female sex and with my knowledge, not experience mind you, just knowledge from lesbian pictures and books, I knew full well what she was hinting at. But I was playing it cool and when she told me about delicate underwear I guessed she was testing me so I asked Madeline what she meant. I pretended to call to a shop nearby that sold similar underwear to the ones she spoke about but I already knew, I'd looked often enough before. They were practically non-existent panties and bras and she hinted that she had to end our phone call because she had to hand wash some undies. I didn't make any remarks about that, I just let it go like some silly little schoolgirl would.

One thing I noticed about Erica was that she was getting progressively more suggestive about a sexual encounter with me and in my usual fashion I pretended not to understand what she meant. In the meantime, messages had been flying back and forward between Madeline and I telling me more and more about how Erica like to be fucked and the fact that she liked it rough. Madeline didn't explain any further about the meaning of “likes it rough”.

Eventually we were to meet. Erica was going to fly to her parent's home, spend the night with them and the following morning travel on by train. We met her at the station and when we did I could see Erica's eyes went straight to me. Of course knowing Madeline she met and kissed her first and then on to Geraldine and then me. I was wearing, deliberately I have to add, a yellow dress with my back absolutely bare from the waist up and yellow panties. I knew that Madeline had made a point of telling Erica about seeing my little yellow panties under the yellow dress and Erica had mentioned it to me. She was wearing a yellow dress too, somewhat similar to mine but I could see she was wearing no bra under it. I reached forward to take her hands and gave her one of my little girl kisses. Fuck, I knew she thought I was hot, my longish blonde hair, my cute bum and my tanned thighs showing from under the dress had captured her eyes immediately. I know my hair is nice so I gave her the 'tossed look” as I shook my head to give her something to look at and I wasn't disappointed when she couldn't take her eyes off me. In the car I fondled her a bit but when we got to my house took her bag from her and led her by the hand down to the garden. Just before the pool I kissed her properly, not your silly little girlie kiss, it was a deep throat kiss and I think it took her completely by surprise especially as my hand took her left tit and gave it a nice little fondle. But she was in for a further shock when I led her to the summerhouse where it was my intention to fuck her.

OK, so you're thinking what did I know about fucking an older woman, well let me tell you that within five minutes she was asking for it. I kissed her again and again, I squeezed her tits for her and I'd had my hand under her skirt touching her pussy through her panties. But better things were waiting for her; I led her with her tits exposed across the grass, through the door and up the stairs. Before we reached the top however, I stopped and gave her another nice kiss and a squeeze on her breast so that the others could see where I had her. Once that had happened, as though to say, “well I'm going to fuck her and we'll be a while so go for it yourselves”. Oh, I'd almost forgotten to say that when I'd kissed her in the summerhouse she'd said, “oh fuck Holley, I've been waiting weeks for this to happen. What more could a girl ask for? Success in the field of fucking was guaranteed.

Upstairs I pushed her on the bed and that was an enormous thrill for me, the first woman I'd ever had under my control and wasn't I going to enjoy it. But, first her tits, they deserved to be sucked, they'd been uncovered for a while, but I had this mad desire being the first time to suck her pussy. Pushing her skirt back to expose her panties I could see how wet they were and just touching them with the tip of my finger I had the pleasure of seeing more liquids penetrate the material. Now, I can't recall any particular order in which things happened all I remember is that during the course of the day I fucked her silly. I had her on the bed on her back. I had her kneeling on the bed. I had her on the floor. And, the one that was my favourite that afternoon was to have her on a chest of drawers so I could kneel on a chair and lick her arsehole while I finger fucked her pussy.

Now, don't think it was that simple, that was just a brief run down of the things that happened and so, I think I'd better explain. I had her asking me to fuck her and I was being a bit of a torment as I stroked her pussy as she asked me why I didn't go down on her but I had every intention of making her ask for everything. Being my first experience I wanted to be the “king of the castle” so that if I satisfied her, and I had no doubt that I would, she'd be ready and waiting for me practically whenever I wanted her. Oh my goodness, my very first taste of a woman's cunt, it was fabulous. As she lay on her back with her knees drawn to her chest my hands eased her panties off exposing that pretty little thing called a pussy directly in front of my eyes. Without any encouragement it was dribbling already so that taking the plunge I tasted heaven. I have no idea what I expected a pussy to taste like but it was far superior to anything I'd ever tasted before, even my own. My tongue ran from the bottom of her pussy to the top on the lips on either side of that hole I fully intended to penetrate very soon. But, first I wanted to satisfy myself in this way knowing that I could drive her crazy. Imagine if you can the joy I was getting out of having a woman nearly as old as my mother underneath me where I intended she'd spend the rest of the day.

Eventually rather than just running my tongue around the lips I eased it inside her pussy when she greeted my tongue with “Oh fuck Holley, you're in me at last. You have no idea how long I've waited or how much I've longed for this”. Oh yes I did, Madeline had kept me fully informed about how horny she was in their e-mails and phone calls. Apparently she'd told Madeline that she couldn't wait to be fucked by me. Who was I to be churlish and withhold my skills, as yet unrefined, from this woman? Continuing my travels around her lips with the occasional “dip” into her cunt I slid my other hand under her arse and let my fingers caress her buttocks. During this time she'd been moaning about “how the fuck did you learn that” or “how and where did you learn this”. I got great satisfaction in telling her “oh, around the place” but little did she know that she is definitely my very first fuck.

Progressing from her pussy and hand on bottom I moved down a little so that I was eye to eye with her pussy and as I opened her a little with my fingers I could see how a woman's cunt is constructed. I'd looked before of course when I'd stood over a mirror staring inside my pussy but this, a mature pussy that had let nice juices exude from it, was absolutely delicious to look at and so close to me that I just loved it when I pushed my nose inside and took a deep breath. The only problem with that was that some of her fluids were inhaled into my nose and it took a little while to dispose of them. The next time I sniffed her pussy, and on every occasion since, I kept my nostrils back a little way, say about an inch, and then I took an almighty deep sniff. What a perfume. No perfumery had even made an aroma like that; it made me giddy and delirious. But, I was wasting time; I needed to get this woman in the situation where she found me irresistible and that meant really getting to work on her delicious pussy. Moving my tongue deep inside her I rotated it, as I'd read other women do, so that first it was touching the pussy wall on the right hand side and then the wall on the left hand side. Her response had been immediate and once again she was asking me how I'd learned how to fuck, should I tell her the name of the book?

Now that her pussy was giving me the kind of response that I wanted I made more effort than before and I had one finger inside her just moving slowly hoping that it was doing what I wanted it to do and encouraging her to start lifting her pussy to get me deeper inside. When she did I gave her another finger and allowed her to continue gently thrusting against me and after just a couple more strokes I entered one more finger and then I let her ride them to her hearts content whilst I moved my lips and tongue to her clit. That precious little appendage that we girls have had poked it's little head out and I took it as a prisoner sucking it into my mouth. The slut, one of my favourite names for her during intercourse, threw her pussy at me now and obviously it was time for serious work and my fingers showed her what they can do as they were rammed into her as she gasped and lifted her knees closer to her chest to expose both her pussy, gleaming in the sunlight with the cunt juice around it, and her arsehole. My, oh my, I'd never contemplated an arsehole before and frankly it didn't really turn me on. More about that later.

Moving her or rather chasing her around the bed I sucked her pussy and ate her clit and chased her again and practically sucked her tits clear of her body and then with her own cum on my tongue I kissed her all over her face. Now, my “piece de resistance” I pulled her over to the chest of drawers and made her get on her hands and knees whilst I dragged a chair close so that I could kneel on it and really get my tongue to her arse. I kissed it. I licked it. I stiffened my tongue and just about got the end in her delicate little arse but with my fingers deep in her pussy going like ramrods she had no resistance and she offered me her heavenly juices. Catching at least some of them on my hand I bathed my face with them.

Obviously now she was close to exhaustion, she'd cum so often that I relented and let her, or rather helped her, down from the chest of drawers. She leaned back against them and looking at me with eyes that showed her gratitude she asked me to kiss her again. I did and went to lead her down the stairs but as we did she damned near fell because her torn panties were wrapped around one ankle. As we reached the bottom of the stairs I said to Geraldine and Madeline, who were right then with their tongues in each other's mouths and their hands groping each other's tits, “look who I found upstairs”. They both looked at Erica, particularly Madeline, as though they'd never seen a woman who'd been fucked harder in their lives.

Unfortunately they had to leave soon so after showering and dressing in some nicer clothes we all left for the station. Madeline left us there as it was more convenient for her to catch the bus home but like we other women she wanted to be there when the train with Erica on it left. We all kissed of course but I ushered the other two women out of the carriage so I could kiss her properly. I left as the train guard was blowing his whistle and only just managed to slam the door in time. Erica opened the window and waved as the train pulled out of the station. Apparently she'd not long been sat when I rang her on her mobile phone and told her, now that we'd got rid of Madeline, to get off at the next station just inside the city limits and we'd meet her there.

Racing round to the next station I strolled along the platform to meet her and didn't she look pleased to see me. Geraldine was driving the car of course and Erica and I sat in the back where within a few seconds I had her blouse and bra unfastened. Even though it had not been many minutes since I 'd last seen her tits I thought how lovely they looked. I just had to make a grab for them and for most of the way from the station I played with them pulling on the nipples to make them grow even bigger. Geraldine was having an awful time trying to keep her eyes on the road and I'm sure her eyes met Erica's with both of them holding some sort of promise for the future.

I took her straight upstairs and we went almost through the ritual we'd gone through before except that when she'd had her first orgasm I thought it was time to treat her rough as Madeline had suggested she liked it. So, on her hands and knees I teased her pussy until she was wet and then with my fist clenched I rammed it in her arse as hard as I could. My god, she let out a scream and asked me to stop but remembering what Madeline had said I just kept going until she did orgasm but when she collapsed on the mattress she was crying but carrying on with the tough girl rough stuff I told her to get dressed and piss off. She practically ran from me to get dressed not bothering to shower and with a frantic call on her mobile a taxi soon arrived.

Geraldine asked me where she was but I said I fucked her arse as hard as I could and told her to piss off. Geraldine was aghast at what I'd done telling me she'd never come back again. She carried on for ages until I had to tell her to shut her fucking mouth she was driving me crazy. Now, you may imagine that after Geraldine's tirade I was having second thoughts about the way I'd treated Erica but it was too late now. We ate dinner almost in silence, Geraldine was so mad with me. I think she'd have liked to get Erica back here because she had naughty thoughts herself. But, as nobody was talking, I went off to bed.

The following day I had a call from Madeline, apparently Erica had rung her last night angrily asking her what she'd tried to do. Madeline was so fucking mad with me asking me what I thought I was doing when I told her she'd said “Erica likes it rough”. “My goodness” she said, “didn't you realise during the afternoon that she really wanted to be with you after what I'd told her and when I said 'rough' I didn't mean for you to hurt her. All you had to do was push her where you wanted her and being the compliant and submissive woman she is she'll move wherever you want her. Anyway, I think you fucked it good and proper, your chances of fucking her again are nil.”

I begged Madeline to see what she could do about repairing the damage I'd done and although she promised to do her best she couldn't or wouldn't promise anything. It was a few days before I plucked up the courage to send e-mail to Erica wondering if I'd get a reply so when I did I was so pleased. It wasn't “lovey dovey” as I might have hoped but she didn't tell me to go away and never write to her again. Over the course of a couple of weeks we got a little more friendly and when I told her I'd like to meet her again she made no promises but said she'd 'think about it”. I think I've found a chink in her armour when I told her how beautiful she is and how I'd 'cum' when I'd first met her. Nothing succeeds like flattery so I've been pouring it on telling her how much I enjoyed taking her panties off and how when I took her bra off I started to water down below again.

It's obvious now that she's fallen for my flattery and there's more to come and very soon. I don't know if it crossed my mind at the time but I thought she must be silly falling for all this bullshit when all I wanted was to get into her pants again. We were trying to make further arrangement but as the school holidays were coming up it looked as though we were in for another session however, dad promised me he'd take me to Sydney for a couple of weeks to see the sights but after we'd been there a couple of days he received a phone call supposedly about business that necessitated him returning home. Whilst I'd seen a little bit and had dinner at some swanky restaurant I'd not seen anything near as much as I wanted to. But, he arranged flights for us at a moments notice and we left the next morning, I think it was Wednesday. I'm afraid I wasn't very good company on the journey home. No, that's an understatement I was thoroughly pissed off. I thought if it wasn't for my dad I could possibly have seen Erica again and you know what would follow don't you? Yes, she'd have got dragged around the bedroom again and this time I would have made sure she'd enjoy it.

When we arrived home dad made straight for the front door but I stood and looked at the strange car in the driveway. I didn't recognise it as belonging to anyone I knew but I went inside and into the kitchen for a drink. Dad had gone into the lounge room to see mum and got a surprise when he was introduced to Erica. I don't know what transpired between them but shortly he left again. I came out of the kitchen and seeing Erica I rushed across and gave her a little peck on the cheek because I wasn't sure if dad had driven away. When I heard him start the car and drive off I went back to Erica and gave her the kind of kiss I knew she wanted. Her body was pressed tightly against me and I could feel her heart beating rapidly, surely an indication that she was pleased to see me.

I took hold of her hand and took her upstairs to unpack my bag or at least I'm sure that's what she thought but if that was how she thought then she wasn't as sharp as I thought. Surely she knew she was going to get fucked and fucked quickly and hard. I undressed first and when Erica went to undress herself I stopped her. I wanted her to see how my little breasts had developed since we'd last met. Not big by any means but still much nicer than before. Seeing her smile at the thought of soon having my little titties in her mouth I continued undressing for her. I was thoroughly enjoying teasing her showing her my pussy and breasts and letting her see that little bit of fluff around my pussy. I went to walk to the shower and I'm sure she enjoyed seeing me walking across the room with my bottom swaying for her. I started on my shower and calling her across I showed her the soap and the razor so she'd know she could do what she'd wanted for a little while now and shave my pussy. The strokes of the shaving brush across my lips, first from the left to the right and then the reverse. Each stroke opened my pussy lips just that little bit and I felt the warm air or steam flow inside me. She was very nervous so I held her hand as I told her to relax. I relaxed too with the caress of the brush and then the razor around my pussy taking off my little bit of fuzz.

Once we'd finished with me I let her get in the shower and then I shaved her pussy clean of all her whiskers. There wasn't a lot because she shaves regularly but finish I did and as we got out of the shower I wrapped her in one of those big fluffy towels that mum has for me. It's beautiful and I'm sure it was so sensuous against Erica's skin. Trying to get her in the mood I dragged the towel wrapped around my finger through her bottom crack from her pussy to her anus and once there I dragged it even slower up almost to her waist. Now that we were dry I slapped her on the arse and she ran and jumped on the bed with another little or smaller towel wrapped around her head and I followed her. When she sat on my side of the bed I slapped her on the arse again making her move over to the far side. She asked me if I thought she was going to escape but I sat directly in front of her and said “try it if you wish”. She didn't of course she had no intention of trying, she'd come for Geraldine and I presume if they'd not already fucked then it would have happened later so what's the difference if I fucked her.

As I pushed her down on the pillow she said “you know, under ordinary circumstances I would never have got in bed with wet hair but I couldn't wait for you any longer”. Throwing off the wet towel she shook her head letting her spread out across the pillow like I'm sure she'd seen actresses do before. Leaning over her I let her feel my lips on hers, mine were hot, not from the steam in the shower, hot with anticipation of kissing her and eventually kissing her pussy. Moving further over he I'd let my thigh move to between her legs slowly rubbing it against her pussy and hearing her catch her breath I knew that I'd have no trouble at all in taking this woman's body for my own. I was now in a bit of a hurry but she pulled my mouth against hers again and stroking my tongue with hers she started me on the road to a real serious fuck. I pressed my knee even tighter against her pussy and as I moved it slowly against her and fondled her tit she moaned just that little bit and tried to take my hand and tighten it's grip on her tit. Knowing how she likes to hear vulgar language as she's being fucked I called her as many names as I could remember. The only one I avoided was 'whore', I know she doesn't like that but “fucking slut” seems to be one that really turns her on. She likes that especially if I continually tell her she's a “fantastic fuck” as though she's the best I've ever had when I fact she's the very first one. Shortly there was a conclusion as she gripped me so hard that she left nail marks on my back I'm sure but the satisfaction for me was hearing her call out for me to fuck her harder because she was almost there.

The culmination of that sexual act was that she thrust her body against me so hard that I practically fell off the bed but I held on tight as I brought her off again and then just before I tired once more. “Oh fuck darling” she said, “why do I just love being fucked by girls” and she flopped back with her arms stretched out, her thighs widely separated as though to say 'well, here I am, take whatever you want'. During the course of the night I did take what I wanted, if I wanted a tit in my mouth I took it, if I wanted to eat her pussy I ate it, if I wanted to stroke her bottom or insert my finger in her arse I did it. Waking in the morning she was sat leaning against the headboard just looking at me, when I opened my eyes she looked at me and then sensuously slid down the bed to move into my arms. We kissed deeply and with lots of feeling with initiating sex, her breasts were pressed against my little ones, her pussy was pressed as closely as it could to mine and with a little wriggle she opened my legs so she could move one of hers in between mine. With a sigh she rode herself to an orgasm against my thigh moaning and groaning as though she'd never had sex before. I just loved it when I had the absolute pleasure of her squirting cum on my thigh and feeling it run across me and down onto the sheet.

“You make me so fucking hot” she said as she continued to rub her pussy against my thigh continually kissing me before she moved her body to a position where she could suck my nipple into her mouth. We were both ecstatic about that, she certainly knew how to please my little nipple and she had her eyes firmly closed giving me the impression that she was in heaven too. But, enough of her demands, it was my turn to make her wail now.

Turning her over on to her belly I stroked her bottom as gently as I could. I had every intention, despite our last meeting, of fucking her arse one way or another. Her bottom is so lovely to look at that it's very hard to resist but I knew it would take an awful lot or work before I could get her relaxed enough to let me enter her little arse with anything except my tongue. So, lots of kissing followed and apart from the kissing I spent lots of time caressing her breasts and moving my hand down to her pussy making her open her legs wider and then removing my hand from there and taking it back to her breast. I hoped all this effort was going to prove worthwhile, for some unknown reason the idea of fucking her arse had me in it's grip. Things were going well and she was moving to meet my hands where ever they went and with the long slow wet kisses and the slow dragging of my hands across her body I knew things were going to happen. This time however, I'd be more careful and when I went into her I'd make sure I was wet, very wet. So now it was time to feel her pussy for moisture content and without too much preliminary feeling I put two fingers in her cunt telling her with much use of that word, cunt that she loved so much, that I was just preparing her for what was to follow and as she asked me what that would be I slid more of my fingers in her pussy. Slowly so as to make her move her hips up to meet me three fingers tormented her and when I deemed her to be even more slippery inside I made it four fingers. My fingers are only small so the didn't cause her any grief but I was determined to get my entire hand in there. Carefully and patiently I slid my fingers out and folding them, together with my thumb, as carefully as I could I re-entered my whole hand inside her cunt.

It was only a little gasp as my hand slid inside her but what she didn't know was the purpose for doing so. I moved my hand inside her, now deep, now shallow until she herself started to move her pussy onto my hand and then when I thought the time was ripe I eased my hand out of her pussy and gently touched it against her arsehole. This could be the time when she objected but probably because of the gentle way I did it taking minutes to get it in her she only murmured for me to be kind to her. I was kindness itself as I entered just the tips of my fingers inside her giving her time to adjust. Then just a little more, again giving her time to adjust. By this time several minutes had passes until such time as I thought it was time for the final assault on her bottom but I contented myself by caressing her bottom as I made the final approach. It seemed as though she was going to cooperate as when I moved my fingers a little more into her she waggled her arse as though to encourage me to ease them in.

Success, my fingers were now inside her but the question remained unanswered as to whether I could enter my whole hand. I wouldn't recommend that any adult woman should try this but with my little hand I eased even further until finally my wrist slipped in. To say I'd been very nervous was an understatement. I was quite frantic with worry, if she'd rejected me would I have tried again? Cautiously I'd waited a few minutes to let her own 'cum' cool her probably aching bottom. Not pushing but letting my weight apply the pressure eventually I found myself slipping in getting deeper as my wrist slid inside her. I waited for something to happen fully expecting her to ask me to remove it but when she didn't my confidence returned. Moving gently at first so as not to alarm her I made just short strokes into her arsehole but as she obviously didn't find it too painful this time I lengthened my strokes until the movement must have been some four or five inches. The result I'd hoped for with her backing her bottom to meet my entering hand hadn't eventuated as yet but I as being totally patient. My patience was rewarded as, to my surprise, her bottom started to move in time with my hand. I moved myself to kneel alongside her so I could reach underneath her and fondling her clit with my left hand I started to move into and out of her arsehole at a more regular speed with my right hand.

I must have been doing something right because she threw her head back and arched her back muttering to herself something about “only a fucking bitch would like this, please god, don't let anyone see me”. Nevertheless, she didn't suggest that I removed my hand from her and she'd now struck up a most irregular movement as she tried to satisfy both of her orifices at the one time trying to 'throw' her clit against my hand whilst at the same time trying to back onto my other hand. It made for a very jerky movement but why should I complain, I was doing what I wanted. I realised that she couldn't hold out like this for too long and shortly my left hand was bathed in her 'cum'. During the time she was ejecting her 'cum' she'd wailed like nothing I'd heard before but then she flopped down on the bed. My pleasure then was in cleaning her up. I still had my hand in her bottom but I gently eased it out as she turned to look at me saying you won't think I'm awful will you letting you do that? Think she's awful? No fucking fear, I couldn't get down to her pussy quickly enough but when I did I was like an animal eating all that pretty slick juice from around her cunt.

We lay afterwards in each other's arms whilst I gave her my full repertoire of disgusting words directly and almost whispered into her ear. As each pearl dripped from my mouth so she cuddled up to me even harder until I heard her breathing quite deeply and realised she'd gone to sleep. Who could blame her; she'd just had the kind of fucking I'd wanted to give her since we'd met but this time without hurting her. Thank goodness for her own 'cum', it had provided the lubricant needed. Leaving her to sleep off her tiredness I washed my hands in the bathroom but not before I held both of them to my nostrils to 'sniff' and surprisingly the one that had been in her anus didn't smell bad at all.

When she woke I took her to the bathroom again partly because our hair was still wet and also to get the remains of her 'cum' from around her pussy. I thought I'd made a good job of cleaning her up but there was still wet shiny 'stuff' around her. We washed our disgusting aroma from our bodies although why I say disgusting I'm not sure, correctly speaking we smelled lovely. I had to wash her pussy of course, she was obviously far too tired for that and when I got her out I not only dried her still damp hair but I also dried off her pussy with the hairdryer. Naughty woman, she opened her legs wide as she let me not only dry her pussy but let me direct a stream of hot air directly at her arsehole.

There was a little more sexual exercise during the night but it stopped reasonably early, both of us were quite exhausted with our previous evenings activities. Waking in the morning we had a little more love but she got up quite early and went downstairs, practically nude in fact, and apparently discussed with my mother the chances of taking me home with her for a couple of days. Whether anything further had happened between the ladies before I got out of bed I couldn't say but Erica had gone down the stairs only dressed in her panties, or were they mine? So, by the time I got out of bed and descended the stairs the ladies were both sat drinking tea practically undressed, Erica of course in just her panties and Geraldine in her nightdress. This night dress let me tell you was see through and I presumed it was the one that I guess she'd intended to wear when she slept with Erica.

As I appeared Erica asked me if I'd like to visit with her for a couple of days and once it had become clear that there would be no one else at home and we'd have the free run of the house how could I refuse? I could visualise her running through the house either naked or just in her panties as she was then. Fuck, imagine having that lovely backside to smack every time she walked past me and I firmly intended that she'd do it frequently. She'd apparently been confident enough to make the reservations without asking me but of course she'd asked Geraldine if it was OK. So, that being fixed and having sometime to wait until time to go to the airport it was time for some recreational play so exhibiting my confidence I took her hand and dragged her away from the table and upstairs again. When I got her up there to my bedroom I gave her a smack on her backside for being down there with Geraldine not wearing a top. As you may have anticipated the woman really enjoyed that smack and she promptly came to me and gave me one of her specials, an open mouth kiss. One thing about Erica, she may not have been a practising lesbian for very long but oh fuck can she kiss.

The kiss lasted as she let herself fall back slowly against the bed. I helped of course by holding her as she slowly sank onto the mattress with me following her and incidentally falling with my knee between her legs. She couldn't possibly have planned that so perhaps the gods were smiling at me or on me this morning. The love making this morning was slow and gentle and although the guaranteed orgasm was there as usual it wasn't like on other occasions where she'd practically thrown her pussy at me. We kissed lots of times, similar kisses to her first one. I fondled her breasts, both of them. I caressed her bottom. I played with pussy; it's now become a joke that if we ever have a cat it will never be referred to as “pussy” imagine the confusion if the cat jumped on me, or her, when all I wanted was to fuck her. My fingers played gently inside her, one of the things she likes is for me to make scissor motions in her pussy, the opening and closing of my fingers ensures that I touch her in a different place all the time.

Despite the gentleness of the fuck she still had her orgasm. Not the one or one of the usual one's that send her berserk leaping from the bed with her pussy trying to attack me, this was one of those secret orgasms that she could have in the pictures or in a quiet café where she just exhaled deeply as the desired juices came to the surface and stained her panties. I had no idea of the exact time we were to catch our plane but I knew it was just before lunch time and if that was the case it was time we got out of bed. Showering, don't lesbians give the shower some use? And dressing we made ourselves ready for the airport. My bag didn't need much attention it had been still packed from the unfinished holiday with dad so I just carried it downstairs and waited for the ladies to tell me it was time. My goodness I was so excited, imagine being with her, this so hot woman in her own place with not another soul to interfere with our activities. I fully intended to make sure that she absolutely surrendered to me.

We made our way to the airport but in the excitement I'd forgotten to have a pee so I left the ladies for a few minutes. When I got back did I notice a guilty look on their faces? I suspect that they'd been planning something. Did it have something to do with me or was it something between the ladies personally. Whatever it was, I had no intention of spoiling my little trip with Erica; I was going to make sure she was “well fucked”.

We found our seats on the plane and the trip is only about an hour so we didn't really have time to get too comfortable. I made her sit on the inside seat closest to the window so that I could look at her as I pretended to look out of the window. Before the plane took off and whilst everybody, passengers and stewards, was busy I leaned over and slyly opened a button on her blouse so that each time I pretended to look out of the window I'd be able to see her breast instead. She'd taken my hand in hers as though I, or she, was scared of planes but as we took to the air the hand was moved closer to her pussy. Passengers were of course sat down so nobody was taking any notice of us and whilst my hand was so conveniently placed my finger was making little movements in her lap. This carried on for a little while until she hissed between her teeth and when I smiled at her knowing full well what had happened she just sighed and squeezed my hand to let me know that I'd done the trick.

We didn't have any amount of luggage between us so we'd taken it all in the plane with us. The convenience of that was that we could go straight to where Erica had left her car without waiting for luggage to come off the carousel. Her car is very nice, only small but as she explained she also has a big four wheel drive (for North Americans I mean an SUV) but she prefers this little car when she doesn't have her kids with her. I settled in the passengers seat and as we drove away from the airport I fell into the kind of inane chatter that teenagers in strange places are inclined to do. Obviously everything was new to me so looking out of the window presented me with new sights as we drove along. She's not living too far from the airport, just far enough away, or so she told me, to be away from aircraft noise. I'd guess we drive for about twenty minutes before turning into a drive way of a double story home and when I asked her if I needed to open the garage door she just picked up a “gizmo”, gave it to me and told me to press the button. The door went up and she drove straight into the garage without either of us having to get out of the car. Once inside I pressed another button and the door came down again. I put the 'gizmo” back on the dash and turning to her she said “welcome to my humble home”. With that I reached across and taking her arm nearest me I gave her a nice kiss. No tongue this time, that would come when we got inside the house, just a gentle kiss to let her know that I love her.

'Ok', she said, 'lets get these things inside the house, a nice cup of tea and then we'll decide what we'll do”. There was no deciding in my opinion, I just took her in my arms and kissed her giving her the full benefit of my limited experience which so far has seemed to please her. “Please wait,” she'd said but I was in no mood to wait, I was in the mood to show her that for the next two days she would satisfy my wishes. My smack on her bottom was followed by the first of my orders as I told her to get upstairs and change. She seemed to be a little puzzled by that order and questioned me about it. “What do you want me to change into”? “Fuck me woman” I said, “I've come here to fuck you solidly for two days so get into something that will turn me on”. She disappeared upstairs for about ten minutes and when she came down the stairs she coughed, not to clear her throat but to attract my attention from looking at the photos around the room. When I turned around I whistled like a man. She looked so lovely, just in her panties and stockings and her high heel shoes. She looked absolutely delicious especially as she was blushing and she turned the colour of a beetroot when I said, “oh fuck, you look absolutely wonderful dressed like that. But my love, there's one thing wrong, you've changed your panties, the one's you wore on the plane must have been wet in the crotch so I expected you to be still wearing them. Get back upstairs and change back into them.” She appeared reluctant at first until I made to move towards her when she gave a girlie giggle and dashed back up the stairs.

I heard her coming down again but I turned my back on her until she announced herself saying, “does this look better”? Did it ever? The panties she'd worn on the plane were a pair of very pretty lace panties with lace across the pussy but the lace was absolutely soaked and if I wasn't mistaken a little of her “juice” had leaked through the lace and even more had done since she changed. “Now my love” I'd said, that's the way you dress all the time we're in the house. When we go out you can dress but you dress the way I want you to. Is that understood? She was slow to answer so I called her across to me and holding her by the arms I said again, “Is that understood”? Her response this time was better when she answered me in a typically subservient way saying “yes darling”.

“Now bitch, put the kettle on and we'll have another cup of coffee”. Just watching her walk across the kitchen with her bottom facing me was almost enough for me orgasm. It moved so nicely but sex would have to wait for a little while, she wasn't getting it until I'd stared at her. I wanted her very much but I thought it would be a good idea to make her wait. I sipped my coffee slowly holding the mug in both hands while she drank hers quite quickly and impatiently. I could feel the tensions building up and guessed that shortly she'd almost be ready to beg for it. She did, she surrendered herself to me, she crept down in front of the chair I was sat in and moving my skirt back towards my panties she tentatively leaned forward and kissed my pussy. For her insolence I pulled her hair so I could see her face again and said, “Do you have a question to ask me? She did of course, she asked me “can I eat your pussy darling”?

I know full well that nothing sets her off like doing something for and to me. The thought of making me 'cum' would almost make her delirious and so, being the nice girl that I am, I opened my legs for her whilst at the same time pulling my skirt clear of my pussy and sat back and enjoyed her ministrations. She is always so anxious to please me and yes, she does make me 'cum'. Not like she does, I 'cum' quite gently, I can certainly feel it deep inside me but I don't thrash about like she does. Plainly it was making her happy and frequently she'd look up to see if I looked as though I was enjoying what she was doing. Frankly, I was trying to keep my orgasm hidden from her so that when it did arrive it would hit her like a ton of bricks, wetting her face. It came and the only time I shuddered was when I let go so she had no warning of my explosion, it just hit her, apparently, right in her open mouth. She spluttered and coughed but when she looked up at me all she saw, supposing she expected sympathy, was a broad smile!!!!!!!!

She was so grateful for me letting me have a go at me that she kissed my feet and knees and then got a paper handkerchief and wiped me around my pussy before wiping her own mouth. That wasn't the way we carried on for the following two days let me tell you, I fucked her in every room in the house including the laundry where I sucked her pussy as the drier spun round and round underneath her bottom. I fucked her in every bed in the house, including in her daughter's bedroom, I fucked her in the kitchen, on the table, on a stool leaning against the kitchen sink, on the floor, on top of the small freezer, and then the piece de resistance, on the stairs. Not just a common or garden fuck, I had her lay down with her head lower than her feet whilst I kissed her arse and fingered her pussy and then to add insult to injury, my pussy, which was over her head, had the effrontery to 'cum' in her hair. Whilst this was happening her head was closer to the bottom of the stairs than her feet and I though how brilliant I'd been to fuck her in that position.

The remaining two days Erica had planned were spent in similar fashion with me taking her round the house for 'hanky panky” and if we could have got in the attic I suspect I'd have taken her up there too. About the only place I wouldn't have taken her was in the garden tool shed, I'm terrified of spiders and there are far too many dark corners in sheds for my liking. We didn't spend all the time in her house though, we went on nice drives and for a change I made her stop along the way while we went in the woods and had sex there lay on a rug. Occasionally truck drivers would spot us coming out of the woods and they'd 'toot' their horns as we emerged from among the trees. Another place I liked to go was into nice quiet cafes where we could find ourselves a nice quiet corner seat and once we'd been served I could take liberties with her. For instance, in one café I opened her blouse so her bra and half her tits where showing, the waitress nearly dropped her tray as she saw me looking down Erica's blouse. On another occasion where we were very private I eased my hand up her skirt and touched her panties. The tips of two fingers gently careened across her pussy lips until she gave a nice sigh and had a nice gentle orgasm.

By the time two days had passed I thought she'd just about had enough but she insisted on asking my mum if I could stay for another two days but I knew I couldn't keep this up for much longer, a girl needs her rest sometime. Mum was OK with me staying for another two days but I told Erica that I couldn't fuck her with the same regularity over the next two day. She was happy with that and whilst we did frequently have sex it wasn't with the same intensity as before. That's not to say it wasn't enjoyable, it was just a little more relaxed. On the last night we retired to bed quite early because it was my intention to let her have me for the night. She cooed when we kissed and I told her I wanted her to fuck me. Oh my goodness she said, I thought you wouldn't let me do it again but when I lay back in the position she often took, with my arms spread wide and my legs splayed wide open, she pounced on my pussy like a wild cat.

If I said it wasn't as nice this time as the time before it would have been correct but the last time I'd given her permission when she was at the peak of her arousal and this time I'd given her permission before she'd even reached arousal. She was quiet about it but competent, her hands wandered over and around my body. Her mouth kissed me in all the important places and whilst I was aroused I wasn't as aroused as before. I put it down to tiredness but eventually with her mouth roaming around and on my clit I had to give her what she wanted, I filled her mouth gratefully and as she came up to kiss me I said “thank you darling, that was wonderful” and truly it was. We slept the sleep of the dead and neither of us woke before nine o'clock the next morning. On waking we kissed and cuddled but no more sex, I think both of us could probably go for weeks without having it again.

But when I got home Geraldine asked me how the holiday had been and just thinking back to how nice it had really been and how compliant Erica had been all I could say was “wonderful”. Geraldine was happy to see me home again but I suspect she'd rather I'd stayed away and Erica had visited her.