Best Slumber Party Ever Ch. 03

As soon as Kimberly and Kaia were out of earshot down the hall, I noticed something new on the carpet next to the lounge chair where Kim had sat. It was a large yellow envelope.

Sheana saw it too and picked it up.

“I wonder what this is,” she said, opening it inquisitively. “Some photos – oh my goodness me!”

She knelt quickly next to the chair, staring at the photos in her hands. I tried to peer over her shoulder, then grabbed some from her when I realised who was in them.

It was Kim’s parents, Mr and Mrs Kitchener. In the photos, they were both nude. And not only nude, but they were doing it together – they were having sex.

The photos had obviously been taken in the waterbed room, but the location was by far the least interesting detail. Our wildest dreams about Mr Kitchener came to life as we gawped at his bared erection disappearing into his wife’s mouth as she knelt before him. The top half of his face was out of the frame, but there was no mistaking his perfect smile. The next photo showed the top half of his face only as his mouth burrowed itself deep into his wife’s wide-open vagina as she lay on the bed with her legs over the edge, his hands spreading her thighs wide apart.

The other photos were similar but went further – coloured vibrators appeared, used on and in her vagina and anus. In one, Kim’s mum was kneeling up on the bed side-on to the camera with the red devices projecting from both of her lower orifices as she extended her long pink tongue to the flushed head of her husband’s enticingly large erection.

Sheana and I passed them backwards and forwards silently with shaking hands. It was almost as good as actually spying on them in action. My own pussy was thoroughly soaking again, and I knew Sheana had to be feeling just as horny. When I got to a close-up of Mr Kitchener’s lovely long cock just starting to nose its way into his wife’s receptive cunt, I could hardly stand the need to bring myself relief on the spot. I clenched my thighs and shivered as I imagined his experienced cock sliding into me searchingly, stretching open my shiny lower lips. If only he hadn’t gone away, I thought, I would have loved to have made him an offer he would have found hard to refuse!

It was Kaia who returned first, interrupting our drooling over the explicit pictures. She was unexpectedly reclad in her leather teddy and the top half of her face was also now covered with an elaborate mask of matching smooth leather. It was a sharply confronting look but undeniably one which spoke of sex. She put something on the desk before standing over the top of us, accusingly.

“Just as we suspected, you’re sticky-beaking into some very private things.” She sounded chillingly stern, as though we were in serious trouble, but then her wicked smile reappeared.

“They’re unreal, aren’t they? Has Kim’s dad got a good-looking cock or what?”

She knelt with us to look through the photos for a moment before suddenly grabbing them all and stuffing them back into the envelope.

“Now shut up and listen. Kim said she was doing something else for a while so I’m s’posed to teach you sluts a thing or two. So have a good look at this!”

In her hand she held a thin silver chain with a clip at each end.

“Bet you’ve never seen one before, have you?”

She was certainly right about that.

“Guess what? They’re nipple clamps!”

We gasped together as Kaia immediately unzipped her teddy down the front and tugged the zippered gap apart to thrust her petite golden breasts shamelessly into view. With great care, she placed a padded clip over each stiff nipple before shutting them with a twin snap. Sheana and I winced and Kaia swore but left them on, gritting her teeth and clutching her hands tightly around her covered scalp as we stared at her connected breasts and tried to imagine the sensations she was experiencing. Was she going through heaven or hell…or both?

After a full minute of self-torture, she removed them gingerly with another swear word or two. Her released nipples clearly showed the imprints of the clamps, being flattened and distended to an astounding degree. She cupped her breasts to inspect the damage.

“God, that is just so incredible,” she said at last, then sang: “It’s a fine line between pleasure and pain…”

She grinned at us.

“I guess none of yous chickens wants to try it?”

“No way!” we said together.

“Yeah, thought so,” she sneered, getting up to retrieve the object she had left on the desk. “Well, have a look at this then!”

She held up what I presumed was an elaborate vibrator, a strangely shaped purple penis with weird bits sticking out of it. Kaia fiddled with the base and it came to life, buzzing as it twisted and shook. We all laughed at the sight but for me, there was tension too, curiosity as to how it would feel inside my own vagina, wondering whether Kaia was about to give us another demonstration, to let us watch as she slid it inside herself and switched it on. I had never held one before now but every article I’d read said they were fantastic for giving women as many orgasms as they wanted. I wondered if there was another one around I could try – using this thing which had already been inside someone else (Kim? Kaia? Mrs Kitchener?) didn’t seem like a very good idea. But before any of us had the opportunity to play with the vibrator, Kimberly reappeared. In a big way, as usual.

She had also dressed but this time she was covered by a slick black rubbery skintight outfit connected by suspenders to similar leggings. She wore nothing between her legs, her dark curls there still open to our view. With a mysterious smile for us, she opened a small satin-covered box she had brought with her.

“Put that thing down, Kaia, you can play with those any old time. Now, before we go anywhere, girls, you’ll need to wear these.” From the box, she produced two elaborate masks of black velvet and sequins, indicating they were for Sheana and myself. Like Kaia’s, they were designed to conceal our identities while leaving our mouths unrestricted in any way.

But I still didn’t understand why they were necessary until Kimberly produced the box’s final item: a camera. The sexual exhibitionist who had been lurking inside me all evening silently jumped for joy.

“Come on, girls, put them on, I’ve been looking forward to this part all night.”

We quickly donned the masks and giggled at each other’s new appearance. Inside the mask, there was an immediate sensation of becoming someone or something else, an anonymous naked creature, utterly uninhibited, willing and able to fuck, suck, lick, finger and jerk off anyone I wished to honour with my sexual services. I couldn’t wait to strike some especially sexy poses for the camera – the whole idea excited me so much.

Silently, Kim directed us to follow her. We did so with barely suppressed excitement, wondering where we were going.

To my delight, she led us back to the mirrored waterbed room but before Sheana and I could so much as exchange a knowing glance, we stopped dead still, staring in shock at the bed. Of all the possible surprises Kim might have arranged for us, this was definitely the least expected.

There was a man tied to the bed.

He was young, about our age or a little older, spreadeagled on the bed face upwards, blindfolded with a black sash over a mask identical to our own. His wrists and ankles were tied to the chrome metal bars of the bedstead with smooth but tight black satin ribbons. He was blonde, with a completely hairless chest but well-defined muscles stood out all over his beautiful body, with an especially impressive abdominal region. A sizeable bulge in his tight black briefs advertised tantalising goods waiting within. Otherwise, he was naked – and naked just for us? I could only hope.

No one made a sound as we absorbed this vision of erotic masculinity. Then Kimberly spoke, unusually softly.

“My darlings, may I introduce you to Blake… yes, it’s Blake. I know you’ve all seen him before, perhaps even spoken with him. You’ll notice he’s wearing earplugs. If we speak softly, he won’t be able to hear us, and naturally I’ve made sure he can’t see us.”

She sat on the bed next to her prisoner and boldly placed her hand directly on the front of his briefs, nonchalantly stroking the whole concealed region with her fingers and palm as she spoke. Watching Kim play with her boyfriend’s cock and balls right in front of us, excited me to the point where I imagined my love fluids might start trickling onto the carpet.

“What’s he doing here?” asked Kaia with a hint of disquiet which seemed out of place. I guessed Kim had kept this secret to herself. I wondered why.

“Well, Kaia, was I wrong to think my guests might enjoy a bit of hands-on fun with a real live man? In such a way he would never be able to say later who had done what?”

No one responded. My thudding heart and dry throat were my internal answer, my mind nearly over-heating with erotic anticipation. I think my legs may have actually begun to shake. Was I really going to be able to play with this nearly nude hunk, to do anything I wanted, anything at all? This was definitely the most astoundingly unexpected thrill of the entire evening. Would it never end?

Kim continued to play gently with Blake’s prick as it lengthened, running her fingertips along it with casual familiarity. The pink head began to poke its way out from under his waistband.

“Yes, I thought so. Now, here’s what will happen.

“At no time are you to worry about his comfort at all – he owes me several extremely large favours, and he’s agreed to be here completely of his own free will. I have it in writing and in fact, when I told him what I had in mind, he and his little friend here both became extremely enthusiastic! Oh, and he went to the toilet just before I tied him up, so don’t worry about that either. He won’t need to go anywhere.

“Each of you is allowed ten minutes here, alone, uninterrupted, with my darling Blake completely, scrumptiously, at your mercy. I assure you I don’t have any plans for a long-term relationship with Blake – I’m just using him for sex, so I don’t mind sharing him at all. The only rule is – and this is very important – whatever you do, do not let him come until we’re all back here together. We want him to stay as hot and hard as possible, not satisfied and sleepy, so whatever you do, don’t let him go over the edge, okay?”

“So can we fuck him?” asked Kaia. Her words gave me a sudden cramp. To actually fuck him, here, tonight. Imagine. “Of course. You are most welcome to – later on. In fact, I’ve put a packet of condoms in the drawer here just in case. But I must insist on one thing: from now until we make him come for the first time, you can do anything else you like but I shall be the first to fuck him. Agreed?”

We nodded like trained seals, struck dumb by imagining what might happen in our allotted time. I truly didn’t know how far I dared go with him, but my mind was so full of possibilities I barely heard her last words.

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“Jo may have the honour of going first, then Sheana, then Kaia. Afterwards, I think we should definitely all have some fun with him together. That should cap off the evening rather well, don’t you think?”

Abruptly, Kim gave Blake’s manhood a tight squeeze which made it deflate a little, still concealed by his briefs. He smothered a murmur of discomfort.

“I’ve also told him he’s not to speak. Right, come on, girls, we’ll leave Jo to it. See you in ten minutes, darling!”

Then the door closed and I was left alone with a living breathing man completely at my mercy and available for absolutely any purpose I desired. And I didn’t have the vaguest clue where to begin. But as much as I lusted for this man now, I knew deep down I didn’t really love him and to lose my virginity tonight in these circumstances was not the way I wanted it to be. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t do plenty of other exciting things.

To begin, I sat next to him and simply gazed at him all over. He was so incredibly beautiful. I had seen and admired him many times before, but of course, being Kim’s partner, he had never been available. The more I looked him over, the more I realised what a contrast he was: his body so very masculine and yet his face so delicate and smooth, almost feminine. I wondered suddenly if his throat was as dry as mine. I poured a glass of water from a jug next to the bed and drank thirstily, then lifted his head to help him drink some. At first he resisted, perhaps afraid I was giving him something unpleasant, but then he swallowed gratefully, and when I removed the glass, unexpectedly he spoke.

“Thanks… Oh, sorry.” The last word was a whisper. In the ensuing silence, I assumed Kim had told him not to say a word on pain of… I wonder what?

No matter. Running my eyes over his delectable, unclothed body was so enjoyable, I almost forgot I was allowed to touch as well. Seeing a bottle of “edible massage oil” next to the condoms, I applied some to my hands and began to rub it into his chest in tentative, then stronger, longer strokes. He murmured appreciatively as, to my surprise, his nipples became erect. I hadn’t realised men could respond that way, so I gave each of them a soft tweak with my thumbs. He murmured again, smiling.

It was time to make him bare. Taking a deep breath, I took hold of his pants at the sides and wriggled them down, careful not to snag them on his simmering cock, revealed now in all its natural beauty. He raised his pelvis to help me and I left his underpants stretched between his ankles. To be able to see and take hold of Blake’s cock – it was one of my wildest fantasies come true.

Oiling him further, I massaged the muscles of his arms and shoulders, caressing his hands. I gave each finger an oily stroking, realising with a shock I was free, if I chose, to work his penis in exactly the same way. He was obviously thinking the same thing as his penis erected itself magnificently, swelling in girth as well as length until it pointed directly to his chin. I enjoyed the sight – such a strong, handsome cock (circumcised, I noted) – as I ran my hands over his gorgeous body but again resisted the temptation to touch it, revelling in my power to give and to withhold pleasure.

Realising, though, my time would soon be up, I reapplied oil to my hands and quickly massaged his lightly haired legs, enjoying the movement of his muscles, before I homed in on my real target. I had enjoyed some heavy petting with a boy or two before, but had never actually held anyone’s dick. And now I couldn’t put it off any longer.

Very gingerly, I ran my fingertip along the ridge on the underside of his cock from between his testicles right up to the little bridging point on the head. He wriggled in enjoyment, so I did it again, using slightly more pressure. I could tell he liked what I was doing so I concentrated on enclosing his hardness in the oily heat of my cupped hands, moving them slowly up and down its length, sometimes turning them in opposite directions as well to tug gently on his sensitive skin. Then I took each of his balls between my fingers and rolled them around, causing him to groan a little.

The feelings of complete power as I held him intoxicated me further. I thought later of the phrase “to have him by the balls.” It was so true. My nipples were sticking out hard, my juices were flowing freely, and with my private time with him running out, I knew now was the time to be really daring. I bent down and gave his penis a quick kiss on the head. The only smell or taste was the edible oil, so I bent again and, before I could change my mind, slipped the whole of the head into my mouth, holding it between my lip-covered teeth while my tongue washed the surface thoroughly. I thought: ‘I’m actually sucking his cock. I’m a cock-sucker.’ It was so much smoother than I had imagined a penis could ever be. And now Blake was gratifyingly loud in his appreciation, ignoring any orders Kim might have given.

“Oh fuck yeah… yes… lick it… suck it… please please suck it, suck it harder… harder!”

Thrilled to be turning him on so much, my lips sank further down and I sucked his cock as hard as I could, careful not to let my teeth cut into him. I rolled my tongue around and around, bobbing my head experimentally a few times, dragging my lips wetly and lingeringly up and down, over and over. Blake groaned louder, straining under his satin bonds, trying to push further inside my wet warmth. Fearing he might ejaculate in my mouth, I stopped what I was doing abruptly and let go of his dick altogether. He swore in disappointment and bucked his pelvis up at me but I knew he had to be left hanging. It would make it so much better for all of us.

There was just one more thing I had always really wanted to do with Blake and this was a unique opportunity. I desired it perhaps even more than sucking him, more than fucking him. Making sure no other part of my body touched his in any way, I lowered my mouth onto his and gave him the slowest, hottest, juiciest, most passionate, tongue-filled kiss I had ever shared with anyone in my life, a truly scorching, mindbending kiss that left us both breathless and giddy. I felt magnificent, like an irresistible love-goddess who had just seduced the most handsome mortal on Earth.

But before I could do it again, a knock on the door broke the mood and Kimberly walked straight in with Sheana in tow. Sheana’s jaw dropped and Kim grinned widely at Blake’s straining erection, still slick with saliva and oil.

“Mmmm, very well done, darling,” said Kimberly with satisfaction. “He looks good enough to eat… or to keep eating, by the look of it. Come on out now, Sheana’s been dying for her share.”

Reluctantly, I retrieved my chemise and wrap from where I’d left them and allowed her to lead me away, Kimberly closing the door behind us. I returned to the living room in a foggy haze of physical and emotional sensations, collapsing uncaringly on the doona, vaguely aware of porn videos and magazines around me, Kim and Kaia commenting lewdly as they showed particularly erotic pictures to each other, but my thoughts refused to stray from the gorgeous boy upstairs. Our kiss was so… simply amazing. The adrenalin of drunken horniness was still coursing through me, exacerbated still by the promise of more time with Blake to come.

Kimberly proved to be an impatient time-keeper. It seemed no longer than five minutes at the most before she simultaneously retrieved Sheana and let Kaia loose on the vulnerable Blake.

Sheana returned looking very excited and pleased with herself. Her singlet top had been abandoned somewhere at last and her dark naked skin was beaded with sweat. Though I dreaded to think it, she personified exactly my image of a woman who had just enjoyed an extremely satisfying fuck. I was forced to wonder if she had indeed gone ‘all the way’ with Blake, whether losing her virginity, in spite of Kim’s warning, was the reason for her flushed, proud appearance. But I said nothing, sorely afraid I would discover I had been left behind in our unspoken race to be the more sexually daring.

After a few more minutes of agonising waiting, Kim finally indicated it was time for us to return to our male subject, and she led us back to the bedroom. There were muffled moans from within. Knocking twice on the door, she turned the handle.

Kaia stood at the foot of the bed, her leather teddy wide open and her decolletage flushed with arousal, her pink nipples very stiff, smiling smugly down at the bound Blake. He was grasping the bars at the head of the bed and wriggling furiously. His cock was still as erect as I had left it though now there was pink lipstick smeared in blotches across his chest, around each nipple and all over his erection – a clear trail of evidence as to how Kaia had enjoyed herself with him during the last ten minutes.
We gathered around the bed as Kim spoke softly but firmly. Even as I devoured Blake with my eyes, I couldn’t help looking at the others, reflecting on how totally uninhibited we had become with each other. Sheana and I were nude except for our masks, Kaia was effectively topless and although Kim still wore her black plastic outfit, how much longer it would stay on was anyone’s guess.

“You have now each spent time alone with this sex-slave. He will never know who you were and now you will swear never to tell who was here and what was done. The photos I take are for your own pleasure only, and you must also solemnly swear never to show them to anyone else. Do you swear?” We all said “I swear” at roughly the same time but in hindsight, the champagne-loaded lust in our systems made the validity of our oath rather doubtful. I had already decided I would be simply wanted to be the girl who made Blake come, and I wanted Kim to take a photo of me doing it.

Our latex-clad host then stepped away from the bed, aimed and shot a picture of her spreadeagled, pink-besmeared boyfriend. The polaroid print rolled out immediately and we clustered to watch it develop. It was slightly overexposed but still very effective in capturing the state of his arousal.

Now Kaia took the initiative by stripping off her teddy completely, clambering awkwardly onto the bed, and straddling Blake to face his feet. She held his dick by the base and raised it so it stood upright against her, pressing into her bare tummy and pubic patch. She looked at Kimberly: “How about this?”

Kim fulfilled her wish immediately, the flash reflecting off the various mirrors, and then in a surge of collective lust, we joined her, each of us wanting to be the star of Kim’s erotic circus.

All three of us moved to fill the frame, adopting pose after outrageous pose on and around Blake’s body. Kimberly became the director, having us kneel with our faces clustered around his exposed scrotum for one shot, tongues extended, then Sheana cupped his balls, while I wrapped my fingers above hers around the shaft, and Kaia enclosed the engorged head in her tight grip for a three-handed total wank of his bulging pole.

Shot followed shot quickly as our sexual imaginations played themselves into glorious reality. Even now I can’t recall exactly who did what, but it was as though we had all taken possession of each of the other bodies on the bed. Nothing needed to be asked for, because nothing was denied. We each took a turn squatting lightly over Blake’s face, as he responded to the game by extending his tongue as far as he could, allowing us to tease him with occasional quick tastes of our delicious young honeypots. As Sheana took her turn to lower herself over his face, she cupped her breasts high and suddenly her red tongue had shot out an incredible distance to probe each of her own huge nipples. Seeing her lick herself made me go completely wild.

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I remember taking her fabulous nipples in my mouth again, and Blake’s, and perhaps Kaia’s too; dragging my tongue over all the skin I could find, male and female, sometimes meeting another tongue along the way for a quick duel over a particular portion of flesh. I vividly recall an image of Kaia inserting one of her little fingers smoothly into Blake’s anus as she lapped at his balls; another of feeling strange, skilful fingers on my clitoris as I tongue-kissed Blake again and not even bothering to lift my head to identify the owner.

Through it all, Kimberly encouraged us with arousing obscenities as she fired off shot after shot, finally pausing with an especially naughty smile for us.

“Quick, see if you can all give him head at the same time, and make yourself come while you do it!”

We hesitated for barely a moment, totally caught up in the wild excitement of playing such extremely forbidden, ‘adult’ games with our willing prisoner. We were no longer girls, no longer kids, no longer looked down upon – we were beautiful, masked sex-goddesses going where our weaker mortal selves would never have dared.

Sheana knelt between his legs quickly, extending her remarkable tongue to probe his dark twin orbs and the ridge beneath, balancing herself on one hand as the other found its way between her legs. Kaia lay on her side, bending down to slip the entire crown of his cock between her lips, sucking on it lasciviously with hollow cheeks, her eyes fiery with desire as she too sought her clit and began strumming it with the perfect rhythm only its owner would know. To complete the tableau, I poked my head between theirs, stretched my tongue out as far as it would go and ran the tip lightly up and down the exposed, sensitive seam of his shaft as Kimberly came in close to find the perfect angles.

Finding a comfortable position from which to generate my own pleasure, my competitive streak screamed at me to ignore everything and go for a golden orgasm. Yet, even as I licked away and rolled my clit furiously under my favoured finger, I wondered how Blake felt about three loving wet female tongues descending onto his highly sensitised fleshpole all at once for a ravenous sucking, licking tongue-bath. It was obvious it felt very, very nice indeed. Blake’s toes curled and arched in pleasurable agony, confirming that for all the fun we girls were having, he too was enjoying the most excruciatingly erotic night of his entire life.

With my passionately sought climax coming nearer and nearer, Kaia abruptly removed her lips to gasp “Coming!” a split-second before gush after gush of pearly white wine shot out of his prick, covering our faces and his hard body in wave after wave of release as Blake bellowed a loud “Aaaaaaahhh!” Instinctively, our mouths sought to follow his ejaculations, licking the semen first from his salty skin, then from his spent tool directly, doing everything we could to make our fabulous male toy-boy’s climax totally unforgettable for him.

Kimberly continued to photograph us as we lapped and massaged his beautiful body, none of us willing to cease pleasing either him or ourselves. Finally I knelt up and gave in to my own need for release, totally uncaring of how I looked, wanting only to rub and rub and rub until finally, finding Blake’s cock with my spare hand, squeezing the last drops of juice from it, the sensational spasms of pleasure began, shooting up though my legs, racing along my spine and flooding my brain with pure throbbing ecstasy that went on and on.

When my eyes opened at last, it was to witness Kaia lavishing Sheana’s stupendous breasts with long, flickering licks as both girls continued to rub at their own clits urgently. Spurred on by the obvious excitement of my own drawn-out climax and wanting nothing less for themselves, I was delighted when they reached their own loud orgasms within seconds of each other, their flushed faces reflecting their similar gushings of pure release.

All three of us sagged across Blake’s form then as we recovered from our truly peak experience and only after a period of rest, when Blake began to wriggle uncomfortably, did we finally sit up in silence, unsure of what to do.

As always, Kimberly had the next move planned.

“Well done, ladies, I don’t think he’ll forget tonight for a very long time. Right now, you all have to go back downstairs while I let him loose for a minute or two. We can’t let him identify you while he stretches his muscles between rounds, can we?”

Slowly obeying her orders like run-down robots, we rolled off the bed and walked or crawled to the door, suddenly aware of how exhausted our all-too-mortal bodies really were. Closing the door, we staggered together down the hall, stopping off at toilets as they presented themselves.

With the clock now well past the witching hour, sitting down in another bathroom to do my business was such a relief on my legs and indeed my whole body that I think I may well have dropped off for a few minutes, perhaps longer.

I do know I was woken by a loud cry coming from somewhere in the house, a female cry certainly but whether of pain or pleasure, I couldn’t be sure.

Quite befuddled, I flushed the toilet and returned to the bedroom we had shared so enjoyably, where I found Sheana and Kaia crouched outside, still nude. The door was evidently locked from the inside, with no response to our knocking and calling.

Then we heard her again, emitting shrieks of pleasure and Blake grunting with animal savagery as they took out their pent-up frustrations on each other’s warm and extremely willing body.

Perhaps Kimberly had a special technique to restore Blake to hardness or perhaps he was just desperate to be active at last, aching to penetrate her equally yearning pussy, perhaps any pussy he could find, to fuck her until she submitted herself to him in orgasm, to reassert his suppressed masculine drive. Whatever the cause, the sounds of gloriously ecstatic fucking went on and on, Kim becoming more and more frantic, yelping louder as she was serviced by her stud, demanding he fuck her harder and faster, ordering him not to stop until she was completely and utterly satisfied.

Stooping outside, the three of us bunched together couldn’t help but become aroused again, our ears pressed against the door while she took full advantage of our triple seduction of him for her own selfish pleasure. And there wasn’t a damn thing we could do about it.

She was screaming now, caught in the throes of a torrential orgasm which went on and on for ages, joined at the end by Blake’s own bestial shouts of fulfilment as he finally released himself deep in her vagina after all the hours of slow, frustrating build-up of his erotic fire, doused only momentarily by his first orgasm at our hands. It was so easy to imagine their bodies locked together, sweat pouring off them as they ground themselves together in the extended afterglow of their sensational feast of fucking.

Then, after a few final murmurs and sounds of slow disengagement and settling, it was quiet. Very, very quiet. And still the door stayed locked. And after a minute, it became all too obvious there was nothing for us to do but find beds and fall into them, our arousal finally spent, our bodies and minds exhausted and absolutely, totally ready for sleep.

The next morning, after an all-too-short but very deep slumber, Sheana and I rose, showered and dressed, called a taxi and left, before any of the others could appear. Perhaps we were embarrassed to face them, to admit we had really done so many forbidden things. Somehow, hanging around to thank Kim for a pleasant evening just didn’t seem appropriate.

From the next day on, Sheana and I stayed close friends although we decided quietly between ourselves that going to bed together again probably wouldn’t be as spontaneous and fun as it was the first time, and we agreed with sincere smiles that finding serious boyfriends was really what we both wanted more than anything.

As for Kimberly and Kaia, they went back to their aloof social butterfly ways, although it was obvious to me now Kaia was only part of the “in-crowd” because Kim found her sluttish past exploits a perpetually fascinating topic of conversation. For Sheana and myself, there was scarcely a passing of the time of day now from either of them, and frankly, that suited both of us just fine.

It was only on the last day of school Kimberly Kitchener made her final grand gesture, taking Sheana and myself aside to present us each with a padded envelope containing, at who knows what expense, small discreet albums with copies of various of the slumber party photos. In the light of day, the images were enthralling, astounding – three masked, depraved women feasting upon a restrained but impressively sized young cock as it swelled and finally burst under their inexperienced but extremely enthusiastic sucking and touching. Naturally, I gained much furtive satisfaction from those photos, that day after school, again that night and on many occasions subsequently.

Kim assured us again our anonymity was absolutely guaranteed and that seemed to be that. After school finished, I lost contact with the other girls, choosing to travel for an extended period and then going on to study in another state.

* * *

Curled up again on the couch, listening to my husband cumming to the sound of my voice, I felt a familiar tingling inside, visualising once more two girls, one white, one black, each enjoying a forbidden, intimate taste of the other. The thought aroused me afresh and I allowed a new fantasy to form easily. Although my original album had been lost in a flood, what if I still had it and left it casually under the coffee-table before she arrived? Would Sheana want to look through it with me, would she confess she still fantasised about what we did, would she accept my invitation to compare our bodies again after all these years? Even better, would she mind if my husband watched us, if he joined in as well?

I couldn’t sit still any longer. As I slid my hand back into my pants and began my favourite pattern and rhythm, I knew, deep down, she would. She would want to do it all.

Updated: December 20, 2016 — 7:00 PM

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