(A sequel to It's About Time)
My life changed after that first night with Jenny. I still did not consider myself gay but in the space of 24 hours I had taken a big step off the fence and that felt great. Jenny and I now spent most nights together and she taught me how to give and receive pleasure in ways that I had never considered before. Her tongue was incredibly versatile and, yes, it is true that women know how give oral satisfaction better than men. She could play me like a musical instrument, moving gradually from the overture of gently nibbling on my nipples through the slow passages with soft mellifluous movements of her fingers, lips and tongue up and down my wet slit leading to small vibrato fluttering notes on my swollen clitoris and then down through the scales to circle my twitching anal sphincter before raising the tempo with alternating hard thrusts of her tongue into both holes accompanied by vigorous strumming of my cunt with her fingers until, just before the orgasmic climax, a sudden change of tempo and the slow refrain that gradually built again to the climactic finale leaving me whimpering in a wet pool of my own juices. Of course, we played duets, both synchronising our tongues and fingers to a deep and sensuous rhythm before that final cymbal clash of orgasmic pleasure.
Jenny was a virtuoso of many instruments and her bedroom often hummed to the low buzzing of vibrating butt plugs and vibrators accompanied by the percussive slaps of strap-on dildos ploughing either cunt or arse. I will always remember the day I submitted my anal virginity to Her. It started in the kitchen when she got home from work having been away on business for a few days. We drank some wine and kissed passionately with our tongues winding into each other's mouths. Jenny pushed her hand into my panties to feel my moistening slit and remarked that I needed a shave. We both shaved each other regularly since that first night when Jenny had taken off all of my hairy bush. We were interrupted by Lydia, our other flatmate, who said irritated,
"For Christ's sake! Can't you two get a room?"
Lydia was an art student and a bohemian hippy chick or at least she pretended to be in order to impress her drug addled waster of a boyfriend. She showed no interest in sapphic pleasures which suited us because she was not strong on personal hygiene and looked a mess most of the time with long matted frizzy hair and unwashed disheveled clothes. She drove Jenny mad by leaving the shower drain clogged with her long matter hairs. That day, Jenny and I retired to Jenny's room where I was soon undressed and arranged on a towel on her bed. After running the electric clippers over my cunt Jenny quickly lathered me and shaved me smooth. She then pushed her fingers under my cunt and towards my bum hole.
"Looks like you got some danglers here," she said while tugging gently on a long pubic hair. "We don't want those blocking the drains as well. Turn over, get onto your knees and spread your cheeks."
I did as I was told and Jenny said, "Bloody hell. That's a forest."
She took up the electric clippers again and began to mow. I could feel hairs dropping down the inside of my thighs. Then, with a loud squish, a cool blob of shaving foam was spread carefully around the entrance to my rectal passage. I squirmed as the razor rasped across my exposed hole. For someone who has never had their arsehole shaved before, I can recommend it as one of the most erotic sensations that I have ever known. All too quickly, Jenny was wiping off the excess foam and I felt her tongue rimming around my sensitive hole. A well lubricated finger was inserted and I groaned with pleasure. My fingers naturally moved to my cunt and began to work vigorously in and out until I felt a sudden disappointment as Jenny removed her finger and went to the dresser, saying, "I think you need something bigger up there."
I kept moving my fingers in my wet cunt until Jenny knelt in front of me on the bed in a strap on harness with a rubber cock attached. She positioned it at my mouth and told me to suck. After a few minutes during which I moved inexorably towards fingering myself to an inevitable orgasm, she moved behind me. I moved my hand, waiting for the artificial cock to enter my wet cunt but instead I felt Jenny anointing my arsehole with lubricant. A small flutter of panic washed over me before I felt the first inch of the dildo slide gently into my back passage. It paused there for a few seconds and then slowly moved further in. It felt huge but I knew it was one of Jenny's smaller toys that had fitted comfortably in my mouth. I winced at the sensation of fullness as it made another small incursion and was then pulled back a fraction. I let out a low moan as eventually the full six inches was buried inside me and I felt Jenny's thighs pressing against my cheeks. She then pushed a small vibrator into my cunt and moved my hand up to hold it in place as she began to slowly ease the strap-on in and out of my arse. At first it stung, but eventually the feeling of fullness overwhelmed me and, with Jenny grasping my hips as she thrusted in and out, intense sensations were transmitted to my cunt which was already humming to the rhythm of the vibrator. I knew I couldn't hold out for long before the orgasmic tsunami flooded across my body. Jenny continued to pound me until the last shuddering tremor subsided and I collapsed onto the bed.
Jenny seemed to get busier at work and spent more time away on business. She announced one day that she was being sent to sort out a problem in Australia and would be gone for six months., I resigned myself to sleeping alone for all that time and, despite our earnest promises to the contrary, skype sex is nowhere near as much fun as the real thing. I, too, was busy with my career and the time passed quickly despite a few minor irritations.
The main source of my irritation was Lydia, our flat mate. She oozed mock sympathy over my lack of a sex life while Insinuating that she was rewriting the Kama Sutra with her drunken excuse for a boyfriend. On the rare occasions that he came to our flat, I stayed in my room, only coming out to clear up the mess of beer cans, overflowing ashtrays and empty pizza boxes that had been left and to open the windows to let out the smell of stale joints. Lydia was besotted with him and eagerly engaged in his chaotic lifestyle, continuing to disregard normal hygiene rules. I often picked up her discarded panties from the living room floor and noted with slight revulsion the stains and pungent aroma. Despite her unwillingness to wash regularly, the shower plug was usually clogged with her frizzy brown hairs, although she seemed to go for days without showering at all. She missed no opportunity to regale me with stories of her hectic sex life but it seemed to me that it was intermittent, to say the least. Most of the time she seemed to be alone and waiting for the druggie loser to turn up and borrow more money from her.
Matters came to a head when I arrived home one evening and found her in floods of tears in the kitchen. She looked at me and sobbed, "Oh Karen, Max has dumped me. What am I going to do?"
I resisted the temptation for to say, "Celebrate and get a life." Instead, I put a consoling arm around her and encouraged her to tell me what had happened. Her day had started badly when she arrived late at work. To make the rent she worked as a waitress in a restaurant. She expected to be reprimanded for being late but instead she was dismissed on the spot and told that her personal hygiene standards were below expectations. My proximity to her greasy unwashed hair and hairy arm pits at that time told me that they probably had a point but I decided not to comment. She then went to her boyfriend's flat seeking sympathy but instead found him naked in bed with two other girls. When she protested, he told her that she had become too clingy and that as she no longer had money coming in she was surplus to his requirements.
I muttered some platitudes like, "What a complete bastard. You're much too good for him," and she wailed even more. Eventually she calmed down enough for me to pour some wine into her and I continued to try to console her.
