Inge

Orgasm House

"Liebling! A wonderful idea! I will come and I will help you to start the revolution! And then I will come again, and again, and make you come with me! I cannot wait to hold you in my arms

again, and make you come again and again and again.

All my love

Inge"

What the postwoman made of Inge's postcard I can only guess. Instead of putting through the letterbox, she knocked on the door to deliver it personally into my hand. It was clear that she had read it first. She looked at me oddly.

"Postcard from Germany. Interesting women German women. Been there, have you?"

"Yes, I have. And the writer of this postcard is certainly an interesting woman. And very sexy, too, if you want to know. We have fucked each other her many times."

Her mouth dropped open at the crude directness of my words.

"Takes all sorts," she said, recovering her composure.

"What sort are you? You've got a nice body, that's for sure!"

She hesitated.

"Look, dear," she said in a conspiratorial whisper. "I would hate my old man to find out, but I am, you know, I like a bit of hanky-panky with a nice plump girl."

"So do I. But I am a bit old to qualify as a "nice plump girl". Pity, because I would love to screw with you, Alison."

"How do you know my name is Alsion?"

"It's on your bracelet."

"What's yours, then?"

"Rosemary. Well, what do you say? A bit of nooky to break the monotony of your morning mail round?"

"With you?"

"What's wrong? Aren't my tits big enough?"

"You've got lovely hands, and a lovely mouth. Hmm. I will pop in for ten minutes if you don't mind, Rosie dear."

She licked her lips lasciviously and made a grab for my crutch as soon as we were in the door.

"Take your time, Alison! Let's do things properly!"

"Sorry! But you know what it's like once you're with a sexy woman and your clitty starts to tingle. You just can't wait to get your hands on her!"

"You're a horny bitch, Alison. I think you and I are going to have a really nice time together."

Women in uniform have always turned me on, even before I had owned up to my lesbian tendencies. Even a postwoman has a certain allure. I hoped that she would be a golden shower enthusiast like me. It was time to find out.

I let her grope me then, and she was more than enthusiastic. We made our way to the bedroom, with Alison desperately trying to undress me. By the time we were on the bed, my clothes were strewn in a trail from the front door to the top of the stairs, leaving me stark naked and totally available for the satisfaction of Alison's lust, whatever form that might take. She started to take off her clothes, but I begged her not to. I wanted her to be fully clothed when she fucked me so that I could feel the roughness of her blue serge trousers and her stiff cotton shirt on my naked flesh.

"Hm! Kinky!" she murmured, obviously delighted to have stumbled on a lesbian who was as wild as she was.

"Kinkier than you might think, Alison, my lovely!"

"Go on, surprise me!"

"Oh I will, don't you worry! Let's have a few glasses of wine first."

"We haven't got time for drinking. In any case, Rosie, you've got what it takes to quench my thirst!"

"Ah, but if we are going to be kinky my way, we'll need to drink a lot first."

Understanding dawned in her eyes.

"Got you! You're a treasure, Rosie dear. It's not often you can find women who understand our particular taste and pleasure."

She giggled and held herself between the legs.

"Mmm!! I want to go already. Don't worry, I am an expert when it comes to holding it back. You have to be in my job, or you'd be leaping into the bushes every five minutes."

"Will you .. will you ..?"

"Of course I will, dear. Now, where's that wine you promised me?"

I fetched a bottle of champagne that I had on ice, just in case, and began to pour out two glasses.

"Let me do that, love. You just lie back on the bed."

I did as she bade. She looked down at me with evident satisfaction, taking in my heaving breasts, the slight swell of my stomach and the dark gash between my legs. She gently poured some champagne into my cleavage and immediately dived between my legs. The liquid tickled as it trailed its way down until, reaching my crutch, it cascaded down and into her waiting mouth. I took the bottle and poured some more between my breasts and marvelled at the way she managed to give my pussy a good tonguing while at the same time sipping the champagne into her mouth and down her throat. I took a swig or two from the glass, too, because I wanted to be sure that my bladder would be full at the critical moment.

"Mmm! That's good champagne! More, please, Rosie love!"

Her tongue was working overtime on my cunt, flicking over my clitoris and sliding voluptuously the whole length of my slit before hooking into my cunt and then out again as she caught the trickle of wine and gulped it down greedily along with my cuntjuices, which I could feel were flowing as copiously as ever. When the bottle was finally empty, she came and lay heavily on me, seeking my mouth with her own and treating me to a slobbering kiss that tasted of cunt and sweat and champagne in equal measure. Her rough trousers felt good against my thighs, which were still splayed wide apart for her. She got up eventually and looked down at me.

"There isn't a sexier sight in the world than the sight of a lesbian with her legs spread open ready for her female lover."

She pressed her hand on my belly.

"Don't!" I gasped. "I'm already bursting as it is!"

"Me too, sweetheart. I am ready for your shower."

"And I am ready for yours, Alison. Sqaut on my face. Please!"

She stood over me on the bed, kicked off her trousers and her knickers and squatted so that her cunt was right above my face. I thought she would come right down on to my mouth, but she didn't.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"I can't hold on much longer. I'm going to have to let go any second now!"

"Please!"

"I'll hold it as long as I can, dear."

It was tantalising to have her fanny above my face and to expect a golden shower at any moment. The moments went by. I continued to look at the great red gash of her fanny. With each tick of the clock the waiting became more agonising, my thirst for her precious fluid more urgent, my need to feel the warmth and wetness of her on my face and the sweet taste of her shower in my mouth more desperate.

"Please, Alison!" I was really begging now, something I had never had to do before. I realised that the woman was enjoying her power over me. She was not as easygoing as I had thought. This woman was a real dominatrix.

"Not yet. Not just yet. Any second now. If you are a good girl. Are you a good girl?"

"Yes, Alison," I said meekly, feeling like a schoolgirl being quizzed by her form mistress.

"Because only good girls deserve THIS!"

As she spoke a strong jet of hot urine hit me in the face, stinging my eyes and filling my mouth. I almost choked at the sheer force of it. Her stream was relentless, and I struggled to gulp down the precious liquid without spilling a drop. My face was streaked with her piss and its acrid smell filled my nostrils. Then, as suddenly as it began, the flow stopped, but before I could regain my breath, her cunt came down squashily on my face.

"Now lick me clean, there's a good girl. Lap up every drop of my lovely piss, if you want to please me."

Her cunt was enormous. It spread across my face, taking in my mouth and my nose and my eyes until my whole world was restricted to the taste and the smell of cunt and urine. My tongue worked overtime to do as she bade. I licked every crease and crevice of that fat demanding fanny. The trouble was that the more I licked the more I provoked her cunt to produce its lubricating juices. Instead of stemming the flow, I was turning the tap on even more!

"Mmm! Your tongue feels good. Lick me, suck me out, there's a good girl!"

My own bladder was painfully distended by this time. I was dying to relieve myself, but did not dare in case it made Alison angry. When at last she slid off me, exhausted by the series of climaxes which the ministrations of my tongue had induced in her, I took the opportunity to swivel round and slip my legs between hers so that our cunts would be pressed together in a parody of two big-lipped mouths kissing. Immediately I relaxed my control over my bladder and aimed a jet of piss into her cunt. The effect on her was electric.

"God! That feels marvellous! Better than some bloke pumping his spunk into your fanny! Mmm! So hot and wet, and such a lovely jet! More!"

I reached for her hands so that I could pull her fanny more tightly on to mine so that all my lovely hot urine would squirt inside her, filling her cavernous vagina.

"Ooh! Fill my cunt with your piss, Rosie darling! I love to feel it pumping into me, all hot and wet! Where is it all coming from?!"

Finally the flow slowed to a dribble. My bladder muscles seemed to have gone into spasm, because I continued to pump little jets into her fanny for ages after the main stream had subsided.

"You are fucking marvellous!" she said in a tone of genuine admiration.

We kissed and cuddled for a while and then took a shower together, carefully soaping each other between the legs. We managed to touch each other's clitties and let our fingers slip "accidentally" into each other's cunts so many times that we were exhausted by the time we had finished showering. Before she left, I showed Alison my special dildo, the one that Inge had given to me. She was impressed.

"This Inge must be quite a woman."

"I told you she was. She's coming over soon. Would you like to meet her? Perhaps you would like to bring one or two friends round and we could make a party of it."

"If I tell my girlfriends about today, they'll be round in droves. You would never stop fucking!"

"Sounds wonderful. Fucking is what I live for now, especially with girls who really appreciate the wilder shores of lesbianism."

"They don't get any wilder! That was the best fuck I have had in years. I can hardly walk, I'mm so sore between the legs. These regulation slacks are a pain."

"Welcome, any time. You know, I only expose my charms for women. Women like you, Alison, women who really appreciate what a good lesbian fuck is."

"You're worse than I am, and that's saying something."

She thrust her hand in my groin, and two fingers immediately slid into my well-greased cunny.

"You're still as wet as ever. I'd better send a couple of the girls round right away: cuntjuices like that are too good to waste. Here, give us a kiss. I'd better get going or I'll never get done."

"Are you serious about sending some girls round?"

"I can if you like. I know they'd have a good time with you. Just as long as you don't fail to do everything that I wouldn't fail to do!"

"Who are these girls, anyway?"

"Oh, we've got an apprentice scheme running, and they've sent us some school-leavers to be trained. There's some nice pussy in amongst them. I've eyed up a couple. I'll send them round this morning if you like."

"I like! And what will you tell them about me?"

"I'll just say that it is part of their training. Call it Customer Relations."

"Ooh, that sounds nice. Will they want to have relations with this particular customer?"

"That's up to you, lovey! Bye!"

I crossed my legs to trap her hand in my crutch, and then let her go at last, exhausted but happy. After another shower and a short sleep, I went back into the sitting room, not bothering to get dressed. I thought back over the events of the morning with Alison and the promise of some young pussy to come. I quietly masturbated, a slow gentle rhythmic frotting of my hard little clitoris, while I dreamed of Inge and her stupendous body and her wonderful range of lesbian tricks and treats. A tapping on the window roused my from my erotic reverie. Three girls I didn't recognise were staring in at me. I wondered if they had been watching me servicing myself with my fingers.

I threw a silk dressing gown on, tying it loosely at the waist, and went to the door to let the girls in.

"Ah, you must be the girls Alison talked about. Do come in. Sorry about my state of undress.

I led them into the sitting room and invited them to sit on the easy chairs which were arranged in a semi-circle in front of the settee. I plonked myself on the settee. My the folds of my dressing gown fell open, giving them a good view of my snatch. I made a show of covering myself up, but knew that it would slip open again shortly of its own accord. The three of them sat almost demurely opposite me on the sofa, sipping tea and feeling suddenly awkward. How do you talk to a woman you have never met before, a woman who is practically naked in front of you, and a woman who is clearly as horny as they come? I said a private thankyou to Alison and decided to put them out of their misery.

"My name's Mrs Whittle, but you must call me Rosemary. Start by telling me your names, girls."

"Melissa."

"Danielle."

"Sian."

"All of you virgins, of course."

They giggled and nudged each other. I laughed.

"Just kidding, girls. Let's start with you, Melissa" - she seemed to be the most self-confident - tell me about yourself."

She rabbited on for a little while about her family and school, which gave me a chance to check out her assets. She was wearing a tight sweater and a tight belt round her waist. Clearly she knew she had good tits and she wanted to make the most of them. She was wearing a denim miniskirt which rode up to the top of her thighs. She had crossed her legs and as she spoke she swung her leg back and forth. Her long blond hair, heavy mascara and thick lipstick completed the picture of a real tart who was determined to flaunt her sexiness. I ran a hand up the inside of my thigh. Her eyes followed the gesture and I saw her cast a furtive glance at my crutch. Could she see my snatch and the telltale drops of cuntjuice that glistened on my puffy cuntlips?

"Any boy friends? A pretty girl like you must have the boys round you like flies round a honeypot."

"Yeah, stupid boys. Don't reckon them meself. Always wanting to grab your tits and stuff."

"With beautiful breasts like yours, Melissa, I can't blame them. I'd try it on too in their place."

I crossed my legs again and threw the folds of my gown loosely over my thigh. Just a glimpse for the moment, Melissa, my randy little tart!

"What about you Danielle?"

It turned out that Danielle was mad about horses. She looked the type, hard jaw, high cheekbones, ruddy complexion, short dark hair, big loose tits - she obviously wasn't wearing a bra under her sloppy sweater - and really strong legs: I felt a frisson of lust as I contemplated the curve of her thigh muscles bulging under her short skirt.

"What is it about horseriding that appeals so much to young girls? I sometimes think it must be a real sexual turn-on to have spread your legs across a horse's back. All that bouncing up and down..."

Danielle's face an even more lurid shade of red. I had hit the nail on the head there all right!

"And what do you get up to in the stables. All those randy young stable lads, eh, Danielle."

"I agree with Melissa. Boys are stupid. I always tell them to pee off and leave us alone."

Her expression was sullen. A hard case. I turned to the third girl.

"Well, well, well. Don't tell me that you don't like boys either, Sian?"

Sian was the least confident of the three. She was a mousy slim creature, short fair hair pulled back in a ponytail, pale blue eyes and a surprisingly sensual mouth. She was wearing a pinafore dress which was also fashionably short and her bare legs were as smooth and as pale as ivory.

"Boys don't like me, miss, er, I mean, Mrs Whittle."

"Rosemary. Please call me Rosemary, Sian. I am quite sure you're wrong, a pretty girl like you. She's really dishy, don't you agree, Danielle?"

Danielle was startled to be asked such a question. She looked at Sian, then at me, then at the floor.

"I suppose so."

Three little maids from school are we, I sang to myself. I offered them something to drink, and they seemed to like the idea of wine. It had the right ring of sophistication, especially for Melissa, and the others were happy to follow her lead. It wasn't long before we were all girls together, joking and giggling, badmouthing boys and their ways and making naughty allusions to sex. I had become completely careless about my wayward dressing gown, and let it fall open to reveal my boobs and my increasingly moist pussy. As we talked I allowed my hand to stray "absent-mindedly" between my legs again, the way it had been when the girls looked through the window and caught me masturbating. Suddenly, knowing that the girls were watching me intently, I "discovered" what I was doing.

"Good heavens! What must you think of me! I'm practically naked, and then I start touching myself. You must think I am the most terrible woman!"

I stopped fingering my pussy but made no attempt to cover myself.

"I don't suppose you girls do that kind of thing, you know, touching yourselves..."

None of them spoke. The silence was almost tangible. It was Melissa, bless her, who broke the ice.

"Yeah! Why not? Nuffin' wrong with it, is there?" she said defiantly.

I looked at her expectantly, but said nothing. The others remained silent, but I could see that her words had had an effect on them.

"What? I mean, we all do it, don't we? What's wrong with a good wank? Better than havin' some spotty boy pokin' his hands up your skirt!"

"Danielle?"

"What?"

I was actively fondling my pussy again now. She glanced briefly at my moving hand and then at the floor.

"Do you, you know, what Melissa was talking about?"

"No. Well, a bit. Sometimes."

I turned to Sian, who was pink with embarrassment.

"We know Sian does, 'cos we've seen her at it. Ain't we, Sian? Caught you wiv your 'and inside your knickers on the school trip that time."

I loved the gloating tone in Melissa's voice as she made the accusation.

"Good for you, Sian!" I said soothingly. "Good for all of you! If it gives you pleasure, why not do it? I know it really turns me on!"

I was masturbating quite openly in front of them now. They were all trying desperately to pretend not to notice.

"Let's play a nice sexy game. It's called "Sadie Says". Do you know it?"

"You mean "Simon Says", don't you, Rosemary?" It was Sian, serious and solemn.

"No, this is a game for girls only. Ready?"

They nodded, anxious to be nice to their customer.

"Sadie says: "Sit up.""

They say up straight, Sian at once, Danielle reluctantly, and Melissa with a look of boredom on her face.

"Sadie says: "Cross your legs.""

They crossed their legs.

"Sadie says: "Uncross your legs.""

They uncrossed their legs.

"Fold your arms."

Sian folded her arms. The other two shrieked at her. It was beginning to be competitive already.

"Sadie says: "Put your hands on your boobs.""

They giggled as they did so.

"Sadie says: "Put your hands in your lap.""

"Stand up."

Melissa was half way out of her seat. It was Sian's turn to laugh.

"Sadie says: "Pull up your skirt.""

Melissa didn't hesitate, but pulled her skirt right up over her bottom and round her waist. Danielle was surprisingly demure, but even so pulled it up far enough to expose her knickers. I looked directly at Sian, challenging her to go along with the game. She pulled her skirt to the top of her thighs, revealing the laciest pair of pink panties I had seen in a long time. What an adorable girl she was! I made an appreciative gesture to her, and then resumed my game.

"Sadie says: "Put your hands on your head."

I could see the disappointment in their eyes. They were expecting something much more daring.

"Sadie says: "Put your right hand on your pussy."

They obeyed instantly, giggling at their own daring. It was getting naughty now and they were loving it.

"Sadie says: "Cross your legs!""

"Sadie says: "Close your eyes!""

"Sadie says: "Uncross your legs!""

"Open your eyes!"

All three girls fell for it. Then they laughed.

"You seem to have difficulty concentrating when you've got your hand between your legs! OK. Close your eyes, and let's carry on. Your hand should still be between your legs, Sian."

"Sorry!" She put her hand back between her legs. I looked at the three of them, their skirts hitched up and their hands between their thighs. What a lovely sight!

"Sadie says: "Take your knickers off!"

I held my breath, wondering whether they would go this far, but I need not have worried. The combination of the wine and their own natural desire to be "naughty" was enough. When they had all removed their knickers

"Wow! What a sight, girls! Hold on! Eyes closed, remember?"

The three girls sat quite still now, conscious of their nakedness and waiting to see what "Sadie" had in store for them next.

"Sadie says: "Rub your clitoris!"

To my delight, they all set to with a will. It was interesting to compare and contrast their styles as they stimulated their clitties with their fingers. Melissa belonged to the "rub-it-hard" school of masturbation. She positively attacked her clitoris as fi she were trying to rub it away. Her brow was furrowed in concentration and she was biting hard on her bottom lip. It was clear that her orgasm would not be long coming. Sian, in contrast, had a beautifully delicate way of wanking. Just using the tip of her middle finger, she flicked her clitoris rapidly but very lightly. She had a serene expression on her face as if she were thinking pleasant thoughts. She also knew how to bring herself off. I desperately wanted to help her, but restrained myself. The third girl, Danielle, had the strangest way of wanking that I have ever seen a female employ. She had clenched her fist and was rubbing her pubes vigorously with the knuckles of her closed fist. The odd thing was that she was not touching the clitoris itself at all, but was massaging it through the hood of flesh where it nestled. I knew how tantalising it could be when one of my lady friends teased me by rubbing or kissing the area above my clitoris when I desperately wanted her to flick her finger or her tongue over my joy-trigger itself, but this was the first time I had seen anyone tease themselves by masturbating in this way. All the same, strange as it seemed to me, Danielle was definitely about to come. Her mouth was tightly closed and her face red and puffy with her exertions and with the climax that was about to rack her body. I was so turned on that I forgot about the game and simply masturbated too while I watched them. As their wanking became more and more frenzied, I issued one last Sadie command, speaking in very soft seductive tones:

"Sadie says", I practically whispered, "carry on, but open your eyes so that you can look at each other while you masturbate."

The girls snapped out of their private reveries as soon as they opened their eyes and witnessed the stark reality of the scene. For a moment then probing fingers of every one of them stopped as they looked at each other, suddenly aware of their knickers round their ankles and the way their fannies were exposed to each other's gaze.

They then looked at me. My hand was a blur as I thrashed my clitty with my fingers.

"Ooh, girls! I think I'm going to explode in a minute! Oo-oohh! It feels so nice!! Mmm!! Don't stop now, my loves, let's all come together!"

They needed no second bidding but resumed their frenzied wanking, not in the least shamefaced about doing it in front of each other. I noticed that Danelle and Sian closed their eyes again, but Melissa, true to form, just stared at me brazenly while she resuemd her vigorous pummelling of her clitty. I smiled at her sweetly but her face remained set and hard: for her, masturbation was a serious business! I beckoned to her to come and sit on the settee next to me. It was no surprise to me that she did so at once. I had already figured that of the three Melissa was the readiest for a real lesbian experience. She plonked herself down beside me and turned expectantly. I took her hand and placed it against my fanny, and at the same time placed my fingers over her steamy little pussy. She knew immediately what to do, even though I doubted that she had ever touched another woman's fanny in her life before. Not only that, but she was good at it, and, best of all, obviously loved doing it. Her own little minge was hot and wet and I loved insinuating my fingers into her tight little hole and fingerfucking her with rhythmic thrustings of my middle finger deep into her.

The other two girls sensed what was happening, for they had opened their eyes again and were ogling the two of us on the settee, our hands between each other's legs and our bodies moving in harmony as we tossed each other off.

"Why don't you pair off, too, lovies?" I said softly to Danielle and Sian. I so desperately wanted to see them giving pleasure to each other, to "bond" as the pyschobabblers would say, so that from now on they would only want sex with one of their own kind.

Funnily enough, despite the wine and the distance they had already travelled along the road to complete perversion, they seemed very shy about touching each other. Danielle looked at Sian, then at me, then at Sian's naked snatch, then, finally, she put her hand on Sian's thigh. I noticed with approval that Danielle then put her other hand firmly in between her own legs, determined not to undo the good work she had done to get herself on, even if it meant learning to wank with her left hand! Sian looked at Danielle's hand resting on her thigh, and after a while covered it with her own hand, the one she had been wanking with. She then gently guided Danielle's hand to its destination and pulled her thighs together to trap it against her cunny. It was so professionally done that I knew at once that Sian was no stranger to lesbian sex. Danielle seemed a bit bewildered, but Sian stroked her face before putting her hand where Danielle so desperately needed a hand and began to frig the horsy girl with a dexterity of touch that I could only admire. I wanted Sian even more know that I had seen that she had a natural predisposition to all-girl sex.

Melissa showed her impatience that I should be allowing myself to be distracted by what her two companions were doing to each other. Melissa wanted to be the centre of attention, the star of the show. She had swelled with pride to think that I had chosen her to be my fanny-fondler, and that I should find her so attractive that I would want to fingerfuck her in preference to the other two. And now, here I was, seemingly more interested in watching her two friends engaging in mutual masturbation than I was in playing lovers with her. I decided the least I could do was to make up for my bad manners. After all, she was frigging me like fuck, and I did not want to appear ungrateful!

"What does Sadie say now, Melissa?"

She saw the wicked glint in my eye.

"Sadie says, er, Sadie says...." she began.

"Sadie says: Take off all your clothes!"

It was Sian, demure little Sian. This was her element. Where had she learned to be so uninhibited about sex with other girls?

"Sian! What a dirty cow you are!" Melissa never ceased to surprise me.

"Still, it's a lovely idea, isnt't it, girls?" I said. "Well done, Sian. Let's really get into the mood. But it might be more fun if we undressed each other. OK, Danielle? OK. Melissa? OK. Sian?"

"Yeah, OK," Melissa replied in her usual truculent voice.

"Yes, I like that!" said Sian softly. She turned to Danielle. "All right if I undress you, Danielle?"

"No. I think this is a stupid game and I've had enough! I think you are all a lot of filthy bitches!" Danielle said defiantly.

"Sorry you feel like that about it, Danielle,! I said quietly. "Just do whatever you want to. That's all right. But leave us to do what we want to do. It's a free country, and we are all free to do our thing. Right, Melissa? Right, Sian?"

I stood up, shucked off my dressing gown and let it fall round my ankles, so that my three young ladies could get an eyeful of all my charms. I could see that they appreciated my ample bosom and were particularly fascinated by the way my nipples stood out so conspicuously from their dark-brown aureoles.

"Now, who would like to play with my tits?"

Sian nodded enthusiastically.

"OK, Sian, but first of all I want to see you naked too. Come over here and let me undress you!"

"What about me?" Melissa asked peevishly. Clearly she did not like being pushed from centre-stage.

"Don't worry, my lover, we can make it a threesome!"

I loved the idea of having not one but two girls to fondle at the same time. I looked at Danielle who was still sitting sullen-faced, clearly not knowing whether to stay or to leave. She had put her knickers back on and pulled her skirt down. The thought crossed my mind that maybe she was one of those unfortunate girls who just don't like sex, or at any rate don't like sex with others, male or female. I reached into a drawer and took out a monster black vibrator which was designed to resemble a huge horse's prick.

"Use this on yourself if you want, Danielle. I'm the only one who's ever used it so it's quite all right,"

What I didn't tell her was that I used it regularly to arsefuck my cleaning lady, Barbara Newell, a real old bag who couldn't climax any other way. Apparently she was notorious in the village for her taste for buggery and for the brazen way she let anyone, regardless of age or sex, bugger her. And , the harder and the more vicious the fuck, the more she begged for her arse-reaming lover not to stop! Sometimes we would relax after she had done the housework, have a couple of drinks and then I would get to work on Barbara's lovely little arse with the black dildo while she frigged me with her calloused fingers. I have to admit that I like a bit of rough. Mind you, fucking your cleaning lady is a bit like having sex with your wife. After a while it becomes routine. I remembered with a start that she was due to arrive shortly to do the cleaning. Ah well, perhaps she might like to join in, although she was a bit of a prude, despite her predilection for being arsefucked, and might be a bit censorious about the way I was corrupting these innocent young girls.

Danielle looked at the vibrator suspiciously. Then it dawned on her what it looked like: it was a perfect replica of a horse's prick - and she should know, she had seen enough of them! I smiled at her encouragingly. She smiled back. She was starting to relax again, thank goodness.

"Go on, Danielle, you just go and lie down on the small sofa near the window, get your knickers off again, get that inside yourself and have a really good time. Or would you like me to do it for you?"

"No, thanks. I can manage, Rosemary."

I turned to Melissa and Sian and invited them to sit on my lap, one on each knee. They hitched up their skirts again and straddled my thighs, so that I could feel their hot wet pussies on my bare flesh.

"My, girls, your fannies are on fire! I wonder why! You'll bring yourselves off on my thighs if you'r not careful!"

They giggled and then both of them started to wriggle, precisely to enjoy the contact between their demanding pussies and my warm naked flesh. At the same time they started to fondle my breasts. It was heavenly to have their hands cupping and squeezing my boobs and to feel their girlish fingers flicking over my hard nipples.

"Mmm!! That feels go-ood!! You'll make me come if you keep doing that to my titties. Keep doing that to my titties!!"

I had my arms round their waists, and encouraged their masturbatory rocking movements on my thighs. We were all getting hornier and hornier, and kept looking at each other. There was no shame, no shyness, no hesitation: all three of us were revelling in our extravagant sex games and panting harder as we brought ourselves and each other to climax. We began kissing too, which was really nice. I started it by giving them pecks on the cheek and then bit by bit my kisses became more erotic as I sought out their mouths with my lips.

"Have you ever kissed each other?" I asked them. They shook their heads.

"Now is your chance!"

They leant across me, their bodies resting against my bosom as their lips met in a first tentative kiss. The closeness of their faces to my own and the sight of their two pretty mouths meeting was enough to give me another clitty orgasm. As their mouths parted, I noticed that they were salivating like two bitches on heat.

"Again! Kiss again!" I urged them. They locked into a passionate kiss and I could feel their fannies quivering against the bare flesh of my thighs. Again my clitoris went into spasm at the thought of the two girls using my body as a means to their own gratification. I slipped my hands under their bums and pressed the pad of my middle fingers against their anal sphincters. Melissa stiffened but Sian just relaxed as if she wanted to be penetrated.

"Keep on kissing and let me give you a different kind of thrill while you're kissing!"

I slid my fingers into their wet pussies to get them nice and slippery and then moved back to my target. They both giggled and wriggled their bums as they felt my fingers starting to penetrate them.

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