This Girl Roars

This story is a work of fiction. A figment of the author's imagination. Thus, all characters are fictitious. At the same time, they are all over 18...

Tip: Read Parts 01 through 03 before this, to get the background.

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Judy turned on the light as the door opened and Kim slipped into the room -- and stopped dead in her tracks. I wondered how she was going to react to finding me there with Judy. It was not what I expected.

'Oo, hello Becky.... Awesome.'

She wasn't the least bit put out. She didn't even seem all that surprised. And she certainly wasn't put off her stride. She'd come here for a bit of sexual indugence -- her late-night honey, as Judy called it -- and my presence was simply a bonus.

She was wearing a pyjama set that consisted of a pair of loose shorts and a tee shirt, and they were almost instantly consigned to the floor. Judy threw the covers back and she climbed onto the bed and wriggled herself between us, saying 'Come on, make some room...'

I was far more discomfited than she seemed to be, though it was mostly just due to sheer surprise. I hadn't expected this at all, but I certainly wasn't averse, despite the fact that I'd only just had my first - and very fulfilling -- lesbian tryst. I was pretty sure I had another orgasm or two in me.

Kim looked at each of us and said, 'This is so cool. My first threesome.' We hadn't even done anything yet, but her conviction that we would was absolute. There was a weird innocence about it, even though, in many ways she was far from innocent. It crossed my mind that, even at the tender age of 19, she was a far more experienced lesbian than I, and she was comfortable with it. To her, sex between women was the most natural thing in the world.

I looked at her as she lay between us, smiling. Not seeming in a rush to start anything, but absolutely sure we would. She had her hair down now, making her look less girly and more sexy, and her tits were the most perfect little mounds, topped with tiny, but very erect nipples.

She saw me looking and said, 'D'you like my tits, Becky?' I murmured my approval. 'They are nothing like yours.' Her eyes wandered down to my bountiful boobs, pending heavily to one side as I lay on my flank. 'Oh wow, yours are awesome.' She turned to face me, and brushed one of my nipples with her fingers. I could feel it responding. 'Can I suck them?'

'You stay right there,' I said, pushing her shoulder back with my hand. I turned and brought my upper body over her, so my boobs, with their rapidly hardening nipples hung over her face. She gazed at them with a beautiful look of awestruck innocence, and I lifted one in my hand and jiggled it slightly in her face. She gasped a little whimpery 'oh' then took my nipple between her lips.

Judy was watching this with dilated pupils (and oh those eyes of hers) and Kim was sucking my tit like an expert. I bet Judy had enjoyed this treatment countless times, and now she was just getting pleasure from watching. I noticed her fingers were busy between her legs.

I pressed my heavy breast more firmly into Kim's face and massaged my other boob against the side of her head, enveloping her in warm tit flesh, and Judy just watched and wanked. We were two young women, very different in our physicaL forms, but with youth in common, and I sensed that Judy found that very compelling. The movements of her fingers were urgent, and the occasional moan that escaped her lips told of how horny this was making her. I decided take things up a level or two.

I whispered to Kim, 'Do you want to eat me?' and she almost squealed.

'Fuck yes.'

She wriggled down, and I threw my leg over her, moving up until I was over her face. Her slender, sylph-like body, and innocent-looking face, somehow gave me a feeling of immense power as I knelt there, and I looked down and opened myself for her. Just showing off and revelling in this very new and very intoxicating feeling. Judy's fingers went faster...

Kim put out her tongue and gently touched my inner lips, then she ran it around the edge of my entrance, then up to my clit, making exquisite little circles, then back to tease my entrance. Fuck me, she was good at this. I was dripping again.

Judy was close. She gasped 'Fucking hell, that's hot,' and her fingers went even faster. The exhibitionist in me loved giving her this show, and I loved that she was going to come hard, just from watching us -- and finger fucking herself of course.

I'd decided I loved queening. When I was with Moff, I'd done it to him a lot, and he always maintained that he liked it, but I don't really think he did. His attempts at cunnilingus were lacklustre, and I always got the feeling that he couldn't wait to roll me over and fuck me -- getting his own gratification, even if I didn't get mine.

This was nothing like that. Kim made oral love to me with a real passion. Eating my pussy like it was a succulent fruit that she couldn't get enough of. I really think she'd have stayed there through multiple orgasms, however long it took -- until I said 'enough.' It was a whole new world and I was revelling in it.

To be honest, using my fingers or a toy in my pussy will always bring me to orgasm more quickly than a tongue, but this lesbian oral was just so gorgeous. The feeling of being adored -- or adoring another -- is exquisitely erotic. So sensual and delicious. And I could understand why watching us was getting Judy so worked up. I was the same when I watched Carly and Jola. There's something intensely beguiling and beautiful about the combination of a pretty face, and a hot, wanting pussy coming together.

'Fuck me, Kim,' I whispered. 'Put your tongue in me.' Before she could respond, Judy poured over the lip of the fall...

'Ooohhhhhhhh... ' she let out a rising howl as her orgasm erupted, and Kim looked sideways at her, with a look of absolute delight on her face, before I nudged her cheek to remind her of the business at hand.

I pulled my lips apart with both hands until my clit stood out, and Kim held her tongue stiff and just stabbed it repeatedly into my gaping vag, bumping her nose against my clit each time. The combination of subtle tongue penetration and clit drubbing sent me spiralling into a fabulous, bum-clenching orgasm, and it was a wet one. Kim gagged slightly on my climactic spurt, but there was no spitting; she swallowed every drop, and even pressed her lips over my spasming hole and tried to suck more out of me. Judy was right. She was a little tiger.

I rolled off her and flopped down, panting in my aftermath, and gradually calmed. Kim had a dreamy expression on her pretty, wet face, and Judy just lay there watching.

'You seem a little left out, Judy.' I said. 'Do you need some honey?'

'Don't worry about me,' she said, 'I'm loving watching you two. It's gorgeous.'

'That was awesome,' said Kim. 'I love tongue-fucking... it's sooo fucking hhott!' She put on an exaggeratedly excited voice.

I smiled, then leaned over to kiss her and whispered, in my most sultry and seductive voice, 'Do you want me to tongue fuck you, Kim?'

She shuddered and kicked her feet with excitement. 'Oohh, this is the BEST thing EVER. Isn't this the best thing ever? The question wasn't particularly addressed to me or Judy. I think she was thinking aloud, as much as anything. She was full of glee and hedonistic delight and it was lovely to see. She exuded a sense of wonder and it made her seem so much younger.

I wriggled down slightly, put a pillow lengthways under my head, and lay back. Then I said. 'Come on Kim, queen me.' She gave a low guttural groan, and got to her feet, then stood over me, playing with herself lustily. She bent her legs slightly and just continued wanking, maybe to tease me a little, or to get her juices flowing even more.

She started to crouch, but then changed Her mind and turned around to face my feet. 'Deeper penetration this way round,' she said, in a very matter-of-fact and knowledgeable way.

She leaned back, with her hands on the headboard to steady herself, and then lowered herself slowly down... I stuck my tongue out until her oozy little vag enveloped it and her pussy lips kissed me on the mouth. She gave a little gasp, then started moving up and down, fucking me deliciously.

It was an extraordinary feeling, as I knew it would be. Her bum cheeks squishing wetly on my forehead, my nose buried in her bum crack, and her tangy, sapid cunt flesh smooching my mouth as I French-kissed her pussy.

She was still rubbing her clit as she queened me, and didn't take her long to climax. The way she shook and shivered as she came, and gave a series of little yelps, was so cute... Her sweet, tangy love juice trickled into my mouth and I swallowed it gratefully.

I swear I was becoming a fucking pussy juice addict, and I couldn't believe the many different textures and tastes I'd already experienced, just in one night with these two women.

Her legs buckled and she sat down heavily on the end of the pillow, leaning back on the headboard with my head between her legs, twitching and jerking in the final aftershocks of her orgasm.

Judy was watching as if in a trance, her hand still churning in her pussy, but I rolled towards her, lifting Kim's leg over my head, followed by Judy's. This brought me face to fanny with her sex, and I moved her hand firmly away so that I could get my mouth on her.

I sucked gently on her clit, and found her spot with my fingers for maximum stimulation, then I began taking her to the Moon and back. Kim joined us, holding Judy's breasts up with both hands and sucking on her nipples.

Between us, we brought her to a screeching climax, and I got yet another taste of her salty orgasm juice. Mm mmm. Lovely.

We lay in a heap -- a gorgeous glistening shambles - and I must have dozed off. When I awoke, Kim had gone, and Judy was in the shower. Jeez that was a first; sex had never quite put my lights out like that before.

Judy emerged, smiling. 'Hello sleepyhead. You were well-away...'

'Yeh, I said rubbing my eyes. You put my lights out, Judy.'

She chuckled and pointed to the bathroom. 'Are you going in?'

'Yeh, has Kim gone?'

'Oh yes. Back to her room. She never sleeps with me. Not all night, anyway.... you can though, if you want.' I did want.

I showered, then crawled back into the snuggly warm bed with her. I didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but for now I was so blissfully content and happy.

First thing next morning, I returned to my hotel for breakfast. I deliberately went up to my room and messed up the bed so it looked slept in, then after I'd eaten, I returned to the Old Black Lion, where Storm had been languishing on the car park in the overnight rain. Well, I guess she's up to it.

We were off to the festival today, and I waited on the car park, for Kim and Judy to appear. Kim was first, and she gave me a fruity smile, a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. 'That was some fuck last night, eh?'

'Sure was,' I grinned. 'My pussy is still tingling.'

'Mine too. Fuckin ace, innit?' she beamed, cutely wrinkling up her nose.

'I had to smile at her sheer zest.

When Judy emerged though, she was strangely distant. There was no kiss or hug, her smile was oddly forced, and she seemed to avoid eye-contact with me. I felt an uncomfortable sense of foreboding.

We rode together the three miles to the venue, and I spent a strangely miserable day, in muddy fields, with showers of rain, surrounded by damp people, listening to mostly rubbish bands, and wondering where last night's joy had gone.

Kim seemed her usual chirpy self, full of enthusiasm, but Judy was like a different person. I had no clue what had happened in her head during the night, but something had.

Meanwhile, Kim was following me about as if we were joined at the hip. She even tagged along when I joined the long queue for the portaloos and, in total contrast to Judy, there was a surfeit of eye-contact. She seemed to crave it. Every time I glanced at her our eyes met, and her gaze was penetrating, like she was searching me for something. It was becoming obvious that she was infatuated.

This whole situation was driving me mad, so in the mid-afternoon, I escaped on the pretext that I wasn't feeling well (I wasn't!) and rode back to my hotel. I stripped off my bike gear, lay on the bed, and went into deep thought mode.

It was clear that something had happened to Judy's psyche during the night. The change in her demeanour was dramatic and shocking. I suspect she had freaked out and gone into a defensive panic. Barriers UP.

The obvious conclusion was that our sex had been so intense, so exhilarating, that it had triggered something, and I suspected it was probably feelings for me that frightened her. I knew, from multiple comments she had made, that the age difference between us was a major mental stumbling block for her. Maybe a big enough stumbling block that she couldn't get past it. She couldn't let our relationship develop any further, and she therefore had to throw a spoke.

My eyes were wet with tears as I thought about this. Judy had made a massive impression on me, and our fantastic sex had only strengthened my feelings for her. Was I falling for her? I thought maybe I was and, whether it was wise or not, the age difference was no barrier to me. Love doesn't obey good sense or wisdom.

The new, frosty, Judy was a knife in my heart. I missed the old Judy more than I could say. I wanted her back, but the pessimist in me suspected she was gone, forever. We had crossed a watershed, and it hadn't led to the promised land.

And what of Kim? That scintillating sexual encounter had, it seemed, engendered strong feelings in her too. I strongly suspected that she had become besotted with me, and that was a problem too, because all my feelings were for Judy. What an emotional fucking mess.

Anyone with good sense would say forget Judy. There's no long-term future in a relationship with someone so much older. Embrace Kim. She's the right age, pretty, horny, and absolutely bursting with joie de vivre. She'd make a great partner. All true, but I didn't feel that way about her.

This was all vexing and emotionally exhausting, and I eventually dozed off while still grappling with it.

When I awoke, it was 9pm. Crap.

I decided I had to clear the air with Judy. Find out what had gone wrong and whether I could fix it. So, I put on jeans and a tee shirt, and walked down to the Old Black Lion with my determined head on.

I was in luck. I scanned the bar and spotted her, sitting alone and looking at her phone, so I walked over and sat down opposite her. She looked up at me with those green eyes - sad green eyes - and I wanted to hold her. I didn't try that though, and instead I just said 'Tell me.'

There was a long pause while she looked down at the carpet. 'Oh, Becky. Where do I start?' She looked up with tears in her eyes. 'I've started falling for you, and that can't happen. It just can't.'

'Can't it? Why not?'

'There's no way... There's no future in it. I'm probably the same age as your mum.' She was right, within a year or two. 'Can you imagine it working out, long term? It never would. By the time you're my age, I'll be nearly seventy and a dried up old prune.'

'Not necessarily,' I protested, but I knew she was right. Not about the prune maybe but about the difference. In the pit of my stomach, I knew.

'Come on. We've had a wonderful time, but we can't be more than friends. If you even want to stay friends, that is.'

Even as my whole being was screaming 'NOOOO' something told me I had to accept this. Her resolve was palpable.

I went onto my knees in front of her, and threw my arms around her. We both sobbed. People were staring but I didn't care. They didn't matter. 'I'll never forget it was you, Judy. That you were the first...'

'And I'll always be glad, Becky. Glad I was the first.'

We clung to each other for a long time, then I finally regained my composure and sat back on the chair.

'Let me get you a drink. I think we both need a stiff one.' She went to the bar and I gradually got my inner tumult under control.. When she returned, I was relatively calm, and able to make normal conversation.

'Where's Kim?' I asked. It seemed an obvious question, though I'd assumed she was still at the festival. She didn't seem to have the aversion to rain and mud that Judy and I shared. I was right, she was apparently still out there enjoying herself like the bundle of boundless energy she is.

I made a snap decision. 'I've decided I'm leaving tomorrow morning Judy.'

'What? Really?' She looked shocked.

'Yes. There's nothing here for me now. Better if I move on.' I tried not to sound bitter, but I'm not sure I succeeded. 'Say bye-bye to Kim for me.'

'Oh Becky, don't do that. She'll hate that. She's taken a real shine to you, you know?'

'I know. All the more reason for me to get going.'

'Listen. You haven't had the full story.'

'Really? What am I missing?'

She sighed. 'When I gave you the card for our club, it was partly because I'm always on the lookout for somebody for Kim. I guess I'm guilty about our playtimes. I want her to find a real girlfriend so we can stop. I mean, I love it, but it's not fair on her. I should have resisted her that first night at Silvie's but, as you found out, I'm not very good at resisting... She looked at me, ruefully. I sensed there was more.

'Go on.'

When I invited you to meet us here, I still half-hoped you and Kim would hit it off. Even though you said you were straight, I didn't really believe it for some reason. Call it a woman's intuition.'

'Well your intuition was pretty much on the button. Even when I met you, I guess I was on the turn. I realised later that I'd been attracted to you that day.'

'Yes, and it was the last thing I expected. Even when I told you the story about Kim and me, I was hoping you'd start thinking about her more sexually, not me! But then you kinda propositioned me and, like I said, I'm not good at resisting. I mean, who could resist YOU, Becky?

I smiled at the compliment. 'Well, thank you, but it's ended up a bit of a pickle, hasn't it?'

'Yes, and in my attempt to help Kim find a girlfriend, I've actually got in between you and her. Another fucking guilt trip to lay on myself.'

'Hey, don't do that. I don't think you've anything to be guilty about. It's tricky when you're irresistible.' I gave her a little grin.

'Ah, it's such a shame though. You two would be great together. You WERE great together last night. I knew I had to get out of the way.'

I gazed at the floor morosely. Things made more sense now, but nothing had changed. I still wanted Judy, but she was determined that we shouldn't happen. Kim was taking a shine to me, but I didn't want Kim, despite all her positive attributes. It was a clusterfuck.

I did wonder, briefly, if I might have fancied Kim if Judy hadn't been around, but I didn't think so. We never know who will push our buttons, or why. It just happens. Or doesn't.

'Thanks for telling me all that Judy. Things make more sense now, but I still have to go. I'd like it if we could stay in touch.'

'Of course,' she smiled, a little bleakly.

We stood and hugged. 'Say bye to her for me. I'm not much good at goodbyes.'

'OK.'

I turned and walked out.

I cried all the way back to the hotel.

I cried myself to sleep.

***

In the morning, I had a new resolve. I booked a hotel in High Wycombe, and a ferry from Harwich to Hook of Holland. I was going to the continent.

I had breakfast at the earliest time (8 am), and was packing the last few things in Storm's panniers when she came around the corner, breathless like she'd been running...

'Becky!'

'Kim?'

'Why are you going? What's happened?'

'I have to go. Judy will explain.'