Chapter 4

Elizabeth smiled as she ran it down Sara’s throat. “Gerrr,” Sara sighed as the vibrator shook her larynx. Then Elizabeth bent her head to hold it lengthways in her mouth and slid her hands down to cup Sara’s breasts, while her own breasts pressed against Sara further down. Rocking her head to slid the vibrator along Sara’s collar bone Elizabeth massaged her breasts with her fingers. Slowly she ran the vibrator from side to side, moving lower and lower until she had her head between Sara’s breasts. Then she caressed each breast with it, moving the vibrator in spirals outward from her nipple, while her lips, nose, chin and even eyelashes brushed Sara’s skin along side it. And while she focused her attention on one breast her free hand massaged the other, seemingly on auto-pilot.
There was a look of total bliss on Sara’s face, mirroring the one on Elizabeth’s, as Elizabeth moved down to her stomach. Sara brought her hands together and took hold of Elizabeth’s head. Elizabeth dropped the vibrator on Sara’s stomach and moved back up to kiss her breast. Meanwhile, her hand on Sara’s breast replaced my her lips, she reached down and took hold of the vibrator again.
Slowly she worked it down Sara’s abdomen and between her legs. Sara gasped, though Elizabeth hand only laid the length of the vibrator against her slit and not pushed the tip inside as I’d thought she surly must do. Instead she lowered herself against, so that the shaft of the vibrator was sandwiched between both girls, caressing each set of labia and stimulating both clitoris together.
Both girls moaned in unison. Elizabeth rotated her hips above Sara’s, while pulling out and pushing in the vibrator between them. Sara rolled from side to side, pressing her hips up against Elizabeth’s.
Elizabeth thrust the vibrator with an increasing rhythm. And as she pushed faster and faster so both girl’s breathing became faster and faster. Each breath shorter and harsher and more extreme than the last. Until, first Sara and almost simultaneously Elizabeth, they shuddered and shouted in climax. Sara’s back arched and her hips pushed Elizabeth into the air. Elizabeth collapsed forward, her legs still astride Sara.
Both girls lay there motionless for a long moment as they recovered from their orgasms. Gradually my own breathing slowed. And I released the grip I’d taken on the branches on the bush in front of me, my fingers cramped with the tightness of my grip.
Elizabeth rolled onto her back, trapping Sara’s arm under her, her own arm stretched across Sara’s beasts. Both girls were breathing heavily and covered in a thin layer of perspiration. They lay there for a few minutes, the vibrator still quietly humming away on Sara’s stomach.
“I told you it buzzed,” Elizabeth recovered her voice first.
“Wow,” Sara sighed. “That sure was some buzz.” She pulled her arm and Elizabeth sat up to free it.
“Well,” Elizabeth reached for the vibrator and turned it off. “We won’t be getting any more sunbathing done today.”
Sara sat up and looked around. Both girls were now in shadow the sun having moved behind the trees leaving only a narrow stretch of lawn in direct sunlight.
“That’s O.K.,” Sara smiled at Elizabeth. “I don’t think I could take much more sunbathing today.”
Both girls broke into a fit of giggles. Falling into each other’s arms and rolling back onto the grass.
The giggles finally subsided. “Any way,” Elizabeth murmured. “It must be nearly time for lunch.”
“Yes,” Sara sat up. “And I have to go into town with my mother this afternoon.”
Both girls reached for their clothes.
I sat back on the ground and waited for my system to get back to normal. Then I realized that the girls would be coming around the hedge any moment now and I’d never make it back to the house without them seeing me. I felt panic welling up inside me.
Then I remembered the tool box and why I’d brought it with me. So when the girls came by me a few moments later I was hard a work on the tennis court fence.
The first thing I noticed was that Sara had the canvas bag over her shoulder. Elizabeth must be landing her the contents, I thought as I smiled a greeting at them. They smiled back and continued passed.
A little further on Sara engaged her friend in an earnest conversation, conducted in a whisper even though they where properly out of hearing range. Sara looked over her shoulder and gestured towards me. But Elizabeth smiled and reassured her friend as they continued on towards the house.
As they disappeared inside a rumble in my stomach told me that Elizabeth’s remark about lunch must be correct. So I packed up and left the stuff in the tool shed.
Ester was just finishing preparing a large plate of sandwiches when I entered the kitchen.
“Oh, there you are, David,” she smiled as I eyed up the sandwiches. “I thought you wouldn’t be late for lunch.”
“No, Mam,” I returned her smile.
“Well sit down,” she gestured at the table, where a couple glasses of water and two plates were laid.
I did so and she put the plate down in front of me, before turning to load some dirty dishes into the dishwasher.
I was half way through my first sandwich when Elizabeth walked in.
“Hi mum,” she barely glanced at me. “Any grub left.”
“There’s some sandwiches on the table, if David hasn’t eaten them all,” Ester stood up and closed the dishwasher door.
“Oh thanks,” Elizabeth sat next to me and took a sandwich. Taking small bites she nibbled delicately.
I couldn’t get the vision of her lips on Sara’s nipples out of my head. She sat there so demurely and I knew what she had just been up to. And even though her dress was respectable I knew she was naked underneath.
“How’s Sara,” Ester asked.
I nearly choked as I tired to swallow and take a sharp breath at the same time.
“Here have some water,” Elizabeth handed me a glass and patted my back.
I drank some water and she ran her fingers in a circle between my shoulder blades.
“Are you all right?” Ester asked.
“Yes I’m fine,” I gulped some more water and got the offending particle into my stomach.
Elizabeth let her hand linger a moment, before leaning back in her chair and turning to her mother. “Sara had to go home. Her mother’s taking her shopping after lunch.”
“Oh,” Ester sat down opposite me and took a sandwich.” Roslyn’s going into town too. Would you like to go with her?”
“Emm,” Elizabeth seemed unsure.
“She’s taking the car and my credit card,” Ester added. “Maybe she could help you choose a new outfit.”
“Yes please,” Elizabeth was persuaded.
“Well hurry up and catch her before she leaves with out you,” Ester took a bite.
“Thanks, mum,” Eleanor said as she was half way out the door.
“And once those two are gone I’ll be need of your services myself,” Ester stood up. “So stick around a while,” she strolled out the door and left me sitting there alone.
Well there was a plate full of sandwiches to get through, so I can’t say I really minded. I passed a pleasant ten minutes munching my way through them before I heard a car moving off down the drive. A few minutes later I heard Ester moving about in the lounge.
“David, could you come here a moment,” she called.
I swallowed the last of my sandwich and joined her in the lounge.
She was standing by the French windows, the sun light reflecting off the pool sent ripples of light along her skirt and blouse. And because they were light summer clothes I could seethe outline of her body and legs, even though the blouse was long sleeved and buttoned high and the skirt came down passed her knees.
“Do you know that neither of my daughters wears any underwear in the summer?” she asked as I walked in.
I gulped. “No,” I shook my head. “I can’t say that I did.”
She nodded, but didn’t move out of the light. “They say that its cooler in the heat.”
“Do they?” was the only thing I could think to say.
“Yes,” she walked towards me and her outline of her body on her clothes faded. “So I decided to try it,” she walked in front of the sofa that had its back to the French windows.
“I often go with out a bra,” she stopped and turned to face me again. “I’m still trim enough for that,” she smiled.
“Yes,” I whispered, my mouth going dry.
“But there’s something more,” she paused to search for the right word, “trilling about leaving your knickers off while going about your normal daily business.”
I had a vision of Elizabeth and Sara going about their business with no knickers on.
“Wouldn’t you agree, David?” Ester looked straight at me.
“Err, yes,” I answered, feeling a knob of tension forming in my loins. “Yes I would.”
“So you see,” Ester continued, her eyes now focused on my groin. “That instead of making me cooler, having no knickers on has heated me up even more than usual.”
“I see,” my heart was pounding away.
Ester sat down on the sofa, her legs apart and her skirt sinking down to show the curve of her thighs. She looked at me slyly, “Do you have trouble keeping cool in warm weather, David?”
“Normally I have nothing to complain about.” Ester sat leaning forward slightly so her breasts fell out against her blouse and I suddenly realized what the description of “heaving bosom” looked like in reality. “I wear cotton boxers, which are loose and cool.”
“Is that so,” Ester paused a moment, then asked, “May I have a look?” Her eyes where still fixed on my crotch.
“Sure,” my eyes dropped to her lap. Her hands rested casually on her legs. But my eyes where fixed on the angle where they joined, knowing that only a thin layer of cotton separated her from my sight.
My hands began to shake as I started to unbutton my jeans. “There’s nothing special about them,” I added as I pulled down my zip. “They’re just normal plane white, cotton boxer shorts.” I pulled my jeans open to show her.
She lent forward slightly, “Come nearer so I can see properly.”
I walked across and stood in front of her, letting my hands down by my sides.
“May I?” she slipped her hands inside my jeans and ran them around to grip my hips.
I just stood there.
She ran her hands back and forth. “They are lovely and cool,” she smiled. Then, with out removing her gaze from the bulge that showed against the cotton in the opening of my jeans, she slipped her hands around and gripped my bottom. “Very cool indeed,” she circled her hands within my jeans, flexing her fingers between the two layers of material and pressing through the cotton against my skin.
“Thank you,” I said, as if she’d just complemented me.
She brought her head closer and pressed the tip of her nose to the front of my boxers. She took a deep breath. “Hmmm,” she mused, “I think there might be some bodily secretion there thought.” She thought for a moment, “A little bit of sweat definitely. And,” she sniffed again. “I do believe I can detect a faint trace of pheromones.” She turn her eyes to look up at my face, “Do you think that might be possible, David?”
I had to swallow before I could reply. “That could be the case, all right,” my voice was horse.
“Are you trying to turn me on then, David?” she looked back at the bulge my erection was making.
“I am exceedingly aroused, Mam,” I had trouble keeping my voice level. “And I can’t help myself.”
“You can’t help yourself,” she thought about these words for a moment. “‘Can’t help yourself’, now I wonder what you could mean by that?” she paused a moment, then looked back up at my face. “Do you expect me to help you then?”
“If you could, Mam,” I replied.
“Well then,” she brushed her lips across the bulge in the cotton. “I’ll have to see what I can do.”
“Thank you, Mam,” I was breathing heavily by then.
She slipped her hands from my buttocks and forced my jeans down below my knees, the side of her face brushing against the cotton covering my erection as she lent down. Sparks shot up my spine as she brought her hands back up the inside of my legs. She slipped them back inside my boxers to tickle my testicles. I moaned as the pressure built inside. She gripped the crotch of my boxer shorts and with a sharp yank of her hands pulled them right down my legs.
My penis shot out and slapped against her cheek.
“Ouch!” she looked up at me and she griped my balls tightly.
“Don’t!” I forced the word out. I could feel I was about to explode and her tight grip was making it worse. “I’m about to come!”
“Your about to what!” she shouted at my penis, as if she thought it might be a microphone. “Don’t you dare,” she brought her other hand up and squeezed my shaft.
“Please,” I sounded like a plea, but I meant it more as apology.
“Don’t!” she ordered and squeezed with both hands, which had the opposite effect to her order.
The tip of my gleans started to ooze. I sighed.
“No,” her voice softened, but her grip tightened.
I shot a sploge of semen onto her blouse. She looked down in shock at it. Then I shot two more in quick secession. She pulled her hand along my erection, and I shot a sequence of three down her skirt. I could feel one big load waiting in my tightly gripped balls to come out. She lent forward and put my erection in her mouth. I garbed the back of her head and pulled her sharply towards me. Only her hand on my shaft stopped me going all the way down her throat.
But then my whole body was convulsing. My buttock tensed, my balls imploded and my erection shot a continuous stream of fire into her mouth. It went on and on, and when it finally finished I was bent almost double dripping sweat from my nose and chin onto the top of her head, my penis going soft between her lips.
Slowly she sat up straight.
I let my hands drop from her head.
“You where very quick off the mark.” She looked up at my face, “What have you been up to.”
I smiled, my breathing returning to normal, then gently pushed her against the back of the sofa and spread her legs with a hand on the inside of each thigh. She was tense and resisted my hands slightly, though not enough that I had to force her to move. But as soon as she felt my breath, and then my tongue, on her moist vulva she relaxed against me.
“This is more like it,” she gurgled “Ahhh. This is what oooh …” and the rest of her sentence disintegrated into moans as I established a rhythm.
I ran my tongue round and round the entrance to her vagina, while my top lip brushed up and down on her clitoris. Her hips rose up in time with me and I slipped my hands under to caress her buttocks. Her breathing quickened and her legs squeezed and released my head in time with her hips.
“Oh yes!” she moaned.
I pressed harder ….
“Oh, no!” her voice shriller.
… and harder …
“Yes!!” she screamed.
… and licked faster …
“Yes!!!”
… and faster …
“Yess!!!!”
…. harder and faster ….
“Ahhhh!!”
… and a little faster …
“Ahhhhhhh!!” Her vagina started to convulse.
I pushed my tongue as far inside as I could.
“Yessss!!!” Her vaginal muscle contracted.
I sucked her clitoris as my tongue got squashed.
“Yesss!!!” Her whole body shook.
I shucked and pressed with my tongue.
“Yess!!!” Her hands came down and rammed my face hard against her.
“Yes!!!!” She screamed. Her hands and legs imploded around my head. I sucked and pushed as hard as I could. “Yes!!!!” Her back arched and I found my fingers digging into her buttocks.” Yes!!!” she screamed one last time and flung herself back onto the sofa.
I stopped, my breathing heavy against the moist lips of her vagina.
She moaned. “Oh thanks, David,” she whispered.
“No, thank you,” I kissed her softly on the lips, then sat up to look into her eyes.
She sighed.
There was a scuffling noise by the French window. I looked up and caught a glimpse of a tanned leg with white bobby sock disappearing behind the frame.
“What’s that,” Ester asked, lifting herself up slightly.
“Oh, nothing,” I looked down into her eyes and kissed her more passionately.
She melted in my arms. And I discovered that I had an erection again. I rubbed it along the inside of her thigh.
“Hmmm,” Ester smiled. “Quick off the mark in every sense.”
I nuzzled inside her blouse to lick her nipple. She slid down the sofa and brought her legs up either side of me. I slipped into her easily. She squeezed and, as I pressed in as far as I could, relaxed again. Her breath came hot on my ear as she hugged me close to her. I slipped my arms around her waist ,letting one hand roam down onto her bottom.
She moaned as I developed my rhythm. And she rocked back as I slid in and out, our mutual passion building.
I tilted my head back and opened my eyes. And saw Sara standing in the open French window, the vibrator clutched firmly in both hands and pressed tightly between her breasts.
I froze.
Ester squeezed tightly and rocked against me. I started to thrust my hips automatically. Ester moaned and ran her hands up under my T-shirt. My eye’s where locked on Sara’s. Ester wiggled under me as I pulled out and pushed in again. Sara could be in no doubt as to what we were doing even though the back of the sofa hid Ester from her view. Then Ester grabbed my shoulders and pulled herself up, hooking her thighs around my waist.
Sara’s eyes opened wide. I knelt back to take Ester’s full weight. Ester pulled herself up and down on me, her hands gripping my shoulders and her tights around my hips. One of my hands gripped hard on a buttock, the other supported the small of her back as she arched her back, bending her head right back, mouth open, hair falling free from her shoulders. If she opened her eyes now she’d see Sara. And Sara was left in no doubt as who it was that I was performing with.
Because that’s how I started to view it. With Sara standing there looking at us I was no longer just making love to Ester, I was showing off to Sara as well. I wanted her to look at me. I wanted her to see me in action. I wanted her to know just how good I was. I wanted to give Ester the best orgasm I could, not to please her, but to impress Sara.
And as I knelt there undulating my hips as Ester thrust up and down in my lap, I was looking at Sara. And her eyes were locked on mine. In a way I was making love to her rather than Ester, she had become the most important person in the world for me. At least at that precise moment.
Then Ester started to come and as her body convulsed, so my orgasm started to overtake me. I kept my eyes on Sara’s as everything else squeezed into a knot and I exploded into Ester, just as she imploded around me. We thrust and thrust as the fire burned its way between us.
Ester fell back in front of me, her shoulders resting on the seat of the sofa, her eyes closed, her mouth softly open.
My breathing was heavy as I knelt there enjoying the open eyed expression on Sara’s face.
Ester sighed, “That was gorgeous, David.” And let her legs slip down either side of me, my softening erection slipping from her damp vagina.
I smiled and nodded, still looking at Sara.
Sara mouthed the words, I’ll be thinking of you. And slowly kissed the tip of the vibrator.
“So what the hell is out there in the garden,” Ester looked up at me.
“Oh, nothing,” I looked down to her, but Ester pushed herself up to look over the back of the sofa. I looked up to find the window frame empty again.
“It’s just those magpies keep distracting me,” I lied.
“You’re being distracted by magpies?” Ester looked back at me.
“Well,” I licked my lips. “On and off,” I lent forward and put my mouth to hers. I kissed her passionately, probing deeply with my tongue and finding my own passion was not entirely spent yet.
Ester broke the kiss, “Woo, down boy,” she smiled. “I have work to do.”

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