Horseplay 4 - Sex Stories

Horseplay 4

... ‘Georgian would be perfect. Now, you will do supper for a few of the girls and we’ll see how they feel about it.’ ‘Debra?’ ‘Definitely.’ ‘Another tongue race?’ I asked dreading the answer. ‘See, that’s one of the things I love about you; always thinking of things before I have. Good girl. That’s just saved you a stripe or three. Great idea.’ The dinner, ladies night as Vicky called it, was arranged for the Saturday two weeks later. Six of her best friends, including Debra were invited. On the Friday and Saturday I worked hard to prepare the meal. Vicky’s sole contribution was to go and fetch the booze which seemed to be enough to float a large ship. ‘We’ll do a fucking great cocktail jug, not Margaritas but something a bit more exotic,’ she had said and I knew that she was covertly competing with Debra. ‘Daiquiris I think. Think of something girly to put in them and we’ll call them Dykeries. Get the tit jugs to put it in. Set the tone as it were.’ I suggested strawberry juice as well as citrus to make them pink and she thought it was a splendid notion. The ‘tit jugs’ were two large and vulgar Victorian glass jugs an uncle of Vicky’s had brought home from India. They were formed as huge breasts, the main part of the glass being clear but the nipples large and pink. We both hated them but they were perfect for the occasion. Our guests were due to arrive around 8. At 6 she checked everything was ready then took me upstairs to the bedroom. We stripped off and showered together ...

... during which I went to my knees to ensure that everything in the ‘coital zone’ as she called it was pristine. She came with a wonderful howl and pulled me up and kissed me as the hot water ran over us. ‘Lovely little tongue. Glad to see you’re keeping up the practice.’ She had prescribed evening dress for the dinner. ‘Standards, darling, standards. Oh and I bought something for you. You’re going to love this.’ Always comfortable when naked, she disappeared for a moment into her dressing room. This was a large room off the bedroom and her inner sanctum. I was not allowed in it. She kept some of her clothes there but also she used it as a small office when she wanted to. Reappearing and carrying a long black dress bag she smiled. ‘I saw this when I was in town and I thought, this will be a real treat for my little bit of stuff.’ The dress was a deep blue with tiny straps. Silver buttons adorned the bodice but were purely ornamental. The back of the dress’s top was laced from the top of its low bak to the waist from where the skirt fell, full and heavy. It was simply beautiful. We dressed and although I was entirely naked beneath it I felt good. Vicky looked, as always, stunning. Her dress, also long, was a deep red silk sheath that showed off her body to perfection. The guests arrived. Debra had brought Polly, the hairdresser. Both were in evening dresses, Polly’s was silver and Debra’s black. It was a different one from that she had worn when we’d gone to dinner at her place. ...