To recap where I left off, I was getting over having been pretty much face fucked by Sam. Helen, had assisted by giving Sam's boyish, but very sensitive tits a thorough mauling with her hands, in an effort to get Sam to give me what I craved which was several mouthfuls of her delightfully viscose grool.
Sam could produce exceptional amounts of cunt juice, and it turned me on no end to watch it pooling around her slit and the spilling out of her. It tasted like it should – creamy, sexy and forbidden nectar.
Helen hadn't cum, but obviously had plans to address that with her no clothes rule for the rest of the day.
I don't know why I did it, but to aid the cooling down process, I had flopped on the sofa, and was lying supine, but with one knee bent up against the back of the sofa, and my other leg languoriously hanging off the sofa with my foot on the floor.
Sam placed herself at the other end of the sofa and after at least five or ten minutes of looking, started to lazily finger around my sloppy lips and hole.
"You're getting quite the cunt on you Andrea," she said teasingly. "Soon you'll be as loose as Mum. Is that what you want?"
"You know it is my naughty friend," I replied. I thought for a minute or two.
"Actually, I want to be bigger than your Mum," I continued. "I want to make her envious of me."
"Fuck, I'd love to see that," Sam said, by way of a follow-up.
"I'd like to be so loose that I would struggle to hold my piss in," I responded. I'm not even sure why I said it (although the idea was more than appealing to me).
"Oh, you dirty girl," Sam carried on. "You mean like the piss could just drop out of you as you walked along?"
"Something like that," I said.
"How do you think she's doing darling," I heard from Helen.
"She's certainly developing a slutty cunt on her Mum. Do you think she'll be like you in a couple of years?"
"That's what she wants, isn't it dear?"
By now, Helen was kneeling against my open leg, and I was treated to the fingers of four hands just probing and manipulating my distended cunt for a good half an hour or so. This was accompanied by some very graphic descriptions as they went along."
"Her lips are getting bigger," one would say. "She's getting a nice gape, almost obscene, don't you think?" I was hearing from the other.
"God Andrea, you're going to be huge by the time you get to Mum's age."
"I seriously hope so," I muttered.
That session was a beautiful, and very erotic experience. I just lay there, letting Sam and Helen feel me all over with their wandering hands, and I was loving being talked about, almost as if I wasn't there. It was like eavesdropping on somebody else's conversation, and I found the whole thing overwhelmingly sexy.
I wanted to ask Sam something, and although I hadn't quite figured out the wording, I was feeling that it might be a good time to ask something that had been on my mind for a while.
"What about your girl hole Sam. You're nothing like your Mum. Wouldn't you like to be a little bit bigger?"
Sam's cunt had quite fleshy lips, and quite a good sized clit, but compared to her Mum, her hole was no more than average in size.
"Actually, I quite like my girly cunt," Sam returned, but I love fantasising about and looking at you two and your well stretched holes. I really get off on you two and the fisting and huge toys you use on each other. You know . . . ., well . . . , you know how wet it makes me."
"I . . , I wank furiously, every night at Uni thinking about your cunt holes. When you used to come here after we played hockey, and we, you know, perved on each other, as soon as you'd gone, or as soon as you'd gone to sleep if you were staying here, I'd have the biggest orgasms. You've no idea how hard it was to keep quiet!"
"I can certainly remember how messy your sheets were though," said Helen with a lewd grin.
"Yeah, but although you used to let me watch you bring yourself off when I was at home, you've no idea how many times I would engineer a way to get a look at your beautiful Mummy hole, and then go back to my room and jill off. Actually, I'm surprised that I'm not a bit bigger because I finger myself practically every night, and sometimes during the day as well."
"The trouble is, I haven't found anybody at Uni to watch me yet, and that's what I'd really like."
"And, u'mm, I'll tell you what else I'd really like."
I assumed that Sam was just going to say what it was, but she hesitated. She wasn't forthcoming, so Helen sort of dragged it out of her.
What Sam wanted was some videos of us. I tried to get out of her if it was just of Helen and me, but it became clear, that she wanted more. "Anything with one of us, two of us, or all three of us in it," she eventually admitted.
"What sort of things would we be doing," Helen wanted to know.
"Anything really," was her reply. "You could even surprise me sometimes," you know, just send me something when I'm away and surprise me. I'd like that."
This could certainly add a new dimension to things, and I sensed that Helen was up for it as well.