Apologies for the even longer than usual delay between chapters. A combination of exams, holidays, time-out and career choices have all been contributing factors, but I am back with Chapter 14.
To bring you up to date, I have retained my rather masculine haircut which I remain thrilled with as it still has a deliciously sexy feel to it, and things have progressed, and are continuing to progress well with the lovely Freya.
My wonderful, and passionate partner Helen is of course aware of my dalliances with Freya, and I always have to bring her up to date when I come home. If you have just started to read about me from this chapter, there are a few things you should know about me.
Firstly, Helen, my partner is old enough to be my mother and is in fact the mother of my best friend from school. My obsession is with my cunt, and I have spent all of my young adult life doing my utmost to make it bigger. I have never been with a man, not because I don't like or have anything against the opposite sex, it's just that I am completely absorbed by the beauty and eroticism of the female gentalia, something that I have in common with Helen.
If you were to see my lady bits, you would probably be quite shocked initially, because I am very sizeable where it matters. Put plainly, I am abnormally large cunted. I have always had a well developed vagina and labia; it defines who I am as a person, and far from being embarrassed or inhibited by this, it defines who I am as a person, and I have done my level best to stretch my labia and open my hole up to a size well beyond that which most people would consider normal or decent. It was almost by chance that I discovered that Helen had a similar preoccupation, but she has had a few more years than me to mess her cunt up.
I don't think that I would go so far as to call myself promiscuous, but our relationship is probably best described as 'open'. We do however share everything and we have no secrets. You would almost certainly describe us both as sexual deviants, and I am very comfortable with that, and in the same way, I am very comfortable in my own skin.
I have learned to 'let myself go,' and neither Helen or I (or Sam her daughter) have any inhibitions.
I met Freya at my Gym several months ago now, and she has been a quick developer. I thought I had a few fetish's, but Freya has plenty of her own and I am so fascinated by her that I keep going back for more.
She is trying to get me into tights which I am not keen on, just because they are so un-sexy, and also she is also urging me to let my cunt fuzz grow out, but for the main part I like a smooth box. As it is, I've found a sort of a compromise.
As a present to Helen, I got myself waxed a while back, and Helen loved the feel of it afterwards, but to do that, and for it to be effective, you need a bit of growth so that the wax has got something to lock on to, and so instead of shaving between waxes, I have been letting myself get just a little bit hairy.
The reason that Freya wants these two things of me, is that she is heavily turned on by a sweaty cunt, but there is some payback because although I am not really an oral girl (I prefer the much more physical experience of a fisting or stretching), she tongues me out in a way that I have never experienced before and I love the effect it has on her.
The other thing is that by her own confession, she is an avid masturbator, and has told me more than once that she needs to get herself off at least three and regularly four times a day.
I have watched her jill herself off and it is quite something to observe. She really goes to work on herself, and I have realized that her biggest cums come from when I am standing over her with my cunt just touching her face.
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birthday was coming up, and I was very flattered to be asked if I would like to come to a little gathering she was having at her flat (actually it's perhaps more of an oversized bedsit than a flat), which I happily said that I would, and she said that I could bring Helen as well if I wanted to. I was mildly surprised that she was holding the get together at her place which is not exactly sized for a party, but assumed that it might just be a cost driven thing.
On the evening of the party, I duly turned up with a bottle of red and with Helen in tow who was carrying a bottle of white.
You pretty much go straight into the flat from the entry door (by which I mean there is no hallway or foyer), and although there were plenty of nibbles and things out, it didn't look as if this was going to be a well attended event. The only seats were the two seat sofa, and the two chairs from the table, one of which was pulled out and facing into the room, and this is the one that Freya took.
Freya looked her usual elegant self, and was dressed in a pair of lycra leggings which showcased her remarkable legs to maximum effect, and a loose cotton Vee necked jumper, under which I was pretty sure she was braless.
I'd actually gone for a shortish flared skirt (which was slightly longer than, but akin to a tennis skirt) and a billowy top, mainly because I was going to a party and thought that I should make a bit of an effort, and Helen had a very sexy blue dress on (well I thought it was sexy anyway!) that resembled a skater dress which I hadn't seen before, but it looked outstanding on her and was very flattering.
After introductions and the usual small talk (with most of the talk going on between Freya and Helen -- the usual 'great to meet you at last,' and 'Andrea has told me so much about you' type of stuff), and following a couple of carefully worded questions around how many were coming to the gig, she quietly admitted that we were the only guests, and that it had been a bit of subterfuge on her part as she wanted to meet Helen, and hadn't been able to think of another way to make sure that she did.
In fairness to her, there were several birthday cards on show and the timing was clearly very close to her actual birthday, so the ready and convenient excuse had worked out quite well.
We topped our glasses up which always helps to loosen inhibitions a bit (not that I need any help in this area), and as Freya is very easy company (as well as being easy on the eye), conversation wasn't a problem.
My intuition was telling me that Freya wanted to change the thrust of the conversation, but perhaps she couldn't figure out how to do it or where to go with it.
As it was, Helen came up with a cleverly worded question -- maybe not so much a question, but more of a statement.
'So I gather you have been leading my gorgeous partner astray . . . . . '
Freya stalled answering and got up to refill our glasses which obviously gave her chance to come up with her response. Blushing very slightly, she said that it wasn't completely one sided, and that I had done as much of the leading as she had.
'Yes, she can be a bit of a minx like that,' Helen replied, but I can tell she's quite intrigued by you.
'You mean she's told you that I am a fervent masturbator?' she asked looking directly at Helen. 'Did she also tell you that she likes to watch, and that she gave me one of my biggest ever cums by standing over me while I did it?' she continued.
I can easily believe it, Helen countered. 'She's quite a girl is Andrea, and I love her for it. 'Perhaps you'd have an even bigger cum if we were both stood over you.'
Freya actually gave her pubic mound a little prod with her fingers, letting out a barely discernible sound that was something halfway between a grunt and a gasp.
'You'd do that for me?' Freya questioned with a faraway look in her eyes.
'I think we'd quite enjoy doing that for you, wouldn't we Andrea?' 'Well that's something to look forward to before the end of the evening,' Helen pronounced. 'It's always better when you've had a bit of a build-up.'
It was barely noticeable, but I was sure that the crotch of Freya's leggings was just that bit darker than it was when we had sat down.