Horseplay 4 - Sex Stories

Horseplay 4

‘I have to admit,’ said Vicktoria, ‘I do love a knee trembler.’ The kitchen is a large room equipped, as you’d expect in a country home, with a range cooker as well as a conventional type. The centre of the room is dominated by a long oak table and my bum was against as Vicky was fucking me, her hands on m shoulders. My kirt was up and my knickers still in place. She’d come into the kitchen as I was preparing our supper. Her strappy had poked out lewdly from her brown leather trousers. ‘Come on, sweets, get your arse against the table, Vicky wants puss.’ ‘Rosamund,’ I said, ‘is in the sitting room.’ ‘Very bloody funny.’ I leant back against the table and lifted my skirt, knowing there was to be only enough foreplay to get me wet. Her hand went to my pussy up the loose leg of my knickers and she stroked while she also kissed me firmly. ‘I may be a bit kinky, darling, but even I draw the line at our furry friends. Mmm, it seems little Suzy’s ready already. I do love a willing fuck.’ She pushed her strapon into me slowly, her arms outstretched so she could watch my eyes. Then she closed in on me and began to fuck me, lifting me a little with each plunge. In a low voice she said, ‘It’s a new one. I bought it online the other day. No straps on this little darling and it sits better than the other one. Simply had to give it a test run. Likee?’ Oh God, did I likee. I grunted assent and she sort of growled. I put my arms around her neck and kissed her fervently, wanting her to know ...

... that I was loving her and her new friend. ‘I love it when you just fuck me. I love feeling you inside me. I love when your eyes do that hungry thing and I know you’re as horny as hell.’ ‘Does my little tart what her bum fucked too.’ ‘No, Miss, I want it just as it is.’ ‘You’re not supposed to say no to me, darling. You’re supposed to tell me I can have whatever I want.’ ‘Well, you know you can. You asked me what I wanted? She smiled. ‘Get clever with me and I’ll do something else to that arse.’ She paused, the dildo deep inside me. ‘I might anyway. It looks so lovely with stripes.’ But she didn’t, she simply continued to fuck me until I could tell she was on the brink. To my amazement, she pulled out of me and, breathlessly, stepped back. She closed here eyes and I wondered for a moment if she was OK but then they opened and were bright and lustful. ‘Enough, for now. I wanted to test myself. Next time we have a tongue race with Debs, I’m going to bloody well win. That means, of course, that you’re going to have to do a lot of practice.’ She turned so her bum was against the table. ‘No time like the present, sweety. Down you go.’ She undid her trousers and pushed them down, deftly removing the strapless dildo as she did so. I dropped to my knees and felt her fingers in my hair. Pulling me to her, her trousers and panties at her knees she spread her legs as far as she could and I had to arch my neck to get at her. I set to, with a will fuelled by my arousal, which was in turn ...