Chapter Twelve. Fivesome.
Alison had hated men, ever since her father had raped her on her eighteenth birthday. He had beaten her naked arse and fucked her from behind, when she had told him that she was a lesbian and wouldn't give him any grandchildren to inherit his empire.
In moments of introspection; since that incident. She had been honest enough to accept that had he not raped her, she may well have grown out of being a lesbian. Looking back she realised that being brought up by nannies and sent to all girls schools during her formative years, had almost ensured that her first love would be a female.
Her name had been Pamela, she was the same age as Alison and they had liked each other from the first time they met. Soon they were best friends, and often snuggled into bed together to share the gossip of the day. All the teachers at their school were female.
The girls were not allowed out into town without a chaperone, so never had the opportunity to meet boys. Consequently the main topics of conversation; were boys and kissing. Pam and Alison would practice kissing on each other, in case one day they would meet a boy, and be able to kiss them with confidence.
One night in their Dormitory after a birthday party for one of the girls, they had both drank wine that had been smuggled in to the school. They snuggled in together as usual, and Alison looked at Pam lying there in her pyjamas. She had often seen her naked in the showers.
Pam was a true redhead, her skin was very pale and she had large breasts. Her pubic hair was red, and she referred to it as her 'burning bush'. That night Pam's pyjamas were not fully buttoned up, and Alison could see Pam's nipple. It looked like a small strawberry, and without thinking Alison kissed it.
She watched in amazement as it went hard and stuck up. Pam rubbed it between her fingers, ' Look what you've done, it's throbbing something awful,' she complained. 'Let me kiss it better,' Alison offered, and lowering her mouth onto the swollen nipple began to gently suck it.
Pam lay there quietly as Alison sucked her. 'Bloody hell I think I've wet myself,' she exclaimed in horror. 'Of course you haven't,' Alison assured her, ' let me check.' Alison slipped her hand between Pam's legs, and sure enough found that her pubic hair was wet.
They had overheard the older girls talking about getting wet, meaning that their fannies were getting juicy. 'You randy bugger, this is cunt juice,' whispered Alison. 'It's your fault for sucking my tit, so you can dry me off,' stated Pam. Alison got a hanky, and rubbed it between Pam's legs.
However as fast as she rubbed it dry, more cunt juice squirted out until the hanky was soaking. By this time Pam was moaning and grabbing Alison's hand, held it tight against her wet cunt. Alison's fingers slipped inside Pam's cunt easily, and she felt Pam close her legs tightly so she couldn't remove them.
Alison was worried, Pam seemed to be convulsing and gasping for breath. Thankfully she soon stopped thrashing about, and her legs relaxed allowing Alison to pull her fingers out of Pam's cunt. 'Bloody hell, I don't know what just happened but it was bloody fantastic whatever it was,' Pam gasped, ' I think I just came over your fingers.'
'What did it feel like,' asked Alison eagerly. 'Let me show you,' replied Pam, and thrust two of her fingers between Alison's legs and deep into her cunt. She gasped in shock, as she felt her most private place invaded by Pam's fingers.
She could feel them moving about inside her, and soon her cunt was wet and feeling strange. She opened her legs wider so Pam's fingers could go deeper inside her. Alison felt a wave of pleasure so intense that it was almost painful, slam through her body.
She jerked and spas med, under the covers until Pam had the sense to extract her fingers from Alison's cunt. Afterwards they just lay together, snuggled up and hugging each other. 'I love you Aly,' whispered Pam. 'I love you too,' she whispered back.
Looking back on it now it had been so innocent and loving. Just kisses cuddles and caresses. Pamela had married someone in the Foreign Office, and had kids. It was only the beautiful Alison, that had remained a spinster.
Alison was a very sensual woman, as her affairs with Mabel and Diana proved. Alison and Mabel had just returned to the stables after a ride. They had caught John with his rampant cock sticking out of his jodhpurs.
Seeing John standing there embarrassed with his dick out, made Alison's lips twitch into a smile. Mabel spotted this, and in a flash of inspiration told John to drop his pants.
John trusted Mabel implicitly, and instantly pulled his jodhpurs down to his ankles. He stood there looking bemused, with his dick starting to droop from embarrassment. Alison thought he looked so funny, standing there with his dick out.
Before she realised what she was doing she was giggling to herself. Soon her giggles became outright laughter, and tears were running down her face. She couldn't stop, every time she looked at John's dick it was getting smaller. She was gasping for air, as gales of mirth shook her body.
Mabel began to worry, as Alison's horse became nervous at the unaccustomed noise from it's rider. Mabel walked over to it, and tied its reins to a post. She reached up and helped Alison dismount. No sooner had her feet hit the floor, than she collapsed into laughter again.
She was whooping deep breaths of air into her lungs, and tears were streaming down her face. 'Leave us for a minute John,' ordered Mabel, and he was only too pleased to be able to shuffle away into the stable. Seeing him shuffling away with his bare bum and his pants around his ankles drove Alison into a paroxysm of laughter.
She was now seriously gasping for air, and was in danger of hyperventilation. Mabel knelt beside her and rocked her gently. 'There there darling, I've got you, your safe with me.' She whispered.
Alison's laughter; suddenly turned into heart rending sobs of grief and pain. Mabel held her until it had run its course, and she was just laying in her arms getting her breath back. 'I was always so scared of a man's cock, ever since he raped me.
The thought of such a frightening thing ramming into me, scared me shitless. I've been so afraid for years of men and their fucking cocks. Seeing him standing there with his dick out, really brought it home that there was nothing to fear at all,' said Alison between sobs.
