May I suggest that, in light of the delay publishing part five of The Lure of Lingerie, readers might wish to acquaint themselves with the previous chapter for the sake of continuity? Thank you.
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At the moment of ejaculation I closed my eyes and released a torrent of sperm - well, it felt like a torrent to me! Sarah greeted my outpouring with praise, the warm cream splattering her breasts and the sexy green slip she'd donned especially for me. Now, this might sound ridiculous but I had a sense of shame for messing on her slip, even though she'd invited me to do so. Should I have been more circumspect as to where I shot my load I wondered? I was confused and fearing I might be admonished by Sarah kept my eyes shut awaiting her reassurance, but none came.
When I did open my eyes, though, I was witness to my girlfriend, Jane, performing like a gorgeous, dirty slut by slurping at the cum I'd deposited on Sarah. I was astounded by the unashamed enthusiasm she demonstrated but at the same time a little unnerved by the fact the two women chose to ignore me and concentrate on pleasuring one another, leaving me standing like the proverbial spare prick!
I continued to watch with incredulity as the woman I'd just fucked encouraged my girlfriend to suck every last drop of my cum from her tits, then guide Jane's fingers to her own wet pussy. I heard Sarah telling Jane to insert two fingers to tease her g-spot and her thumb to roll her clit, a neat trick that required intensive tuition but judging from Sarah's reaction, Jane quickly picked up on the technique and was doing a good job. They were rapt in each other neither accepting my presence which, as I said, was making me feel unwanted.
In my alienated state I moved away from the bed and sat in a chair across the room, my eyes transfixed on the lesbian extravaganza taking place. My erection was flagging, but that didn't make the girly spectacle any less exciting and when Sarah's groaning became fervent my fingers closed around my flagging shaft and stroked it back to life; my stiffness returned.
I mulled over the recent sequence of sexual activity between the three of us realising that, in the space of little more than two hours, I had fucked Sarah and that Jane had allowed me to cum in her mouth. But prior to that happening the were the episodes when Sarah had pinned me against the bedroom door groping my cock, and I'd watched Jane parading in her underwear! I wondered, could I cum for a third time?
The sound of sexual frenzy alerted me to Sarah's imminent climax. She and Jane were locked in a passionate kiss with Jane's fingers working fifteen to the dozen trying to push Sarah over her clitoral precipice. Inadvertently I began stroking my cock faster and faster in time to Sarah's grunting and when she climaxed - so did I!
When calm and tranquility had been restored, Sarah and Jane turned their attention to me, beckoning to join them on the bed; I walked across cock in hand. It was Sarah who spotted my handful of cum and offered me the skirt of her green slip to dispose of it; how wonderful it was using the silky fabric to wipe my cock.
There was to be no more sex for any of us that day. After we'd cleaned up and got dressed, Sarah informed us that due to reasons that didn't concern us, we couldn't meet again until the following Saturday. Jane and I never protested the point and Sarah made Jane promise to explain to her parents her offer of accommodation, even offering to meet with them personally to set their minds at ease. But I knew the real reason for Sarah's offer - she, like myself, wanted more of Jane's nubile body.
The following Saturday, Jane and I kept our appointment with Sarah and after a week's abstinence, we were both eager for more sex. We were surprised to see that Sarah had styled her hair differently with curls and blonde highlights, it lent her a younger appearance - not that she needed one. But Sarah's choice of clothes also caught the attention of Jane and me. Sarah had innate dress sense and knew what suited her figure, and today was no exception. She was looking drop-dead gorgeous in a tight, calf-length, purple skirt that flicked up at the hem, and a long-sleeved, diaphanous white blouse - through which tantalising glimpses of her cleavage could be perceived between the frothy white lace encasing her breasts. But what gave her skirt and blouse that added sexuality and enhance her figure, was the addition of a wide, black-plastic belt she wore around her midriff, giving her ripe breasts even more prominence. We complimented Sarah about the way she looked but she waved them away eager to show Jane the changes she'd made to her future bedroom.
I followed in the wake of Sarah's perfume as we climbed the stairs, appreciative of the two backsides swaying in unison before me. My attention was drawn to Sarah's mauve nylon stockings and their seductive red seams that trailed upwards disappearing invitingly beneath the hem of her skirt.
'Sarah ... ' I cooed. 'I love those red-seamed stockings. They make your legs sexier than ever.'
'Why, thank you, Peter.' Sarah replied over her shoulder. 'I did wonder if they would be to your taste. I came across them in my lingerie drawer and decided to try them out on you. What do you think, Jane, would you wear such tarty nylons?'
'Before meeting you, Sarah, I wouldn't have entertained wearing such things. But now you've introduced me to a more pleasurable life-style my opinions have shifted and like Peter, I think they're glamorous and sexy, just as you are dressed like that. I do, however, feel rather dowdy in jeans and sweater and would relish the opportunity to pick out something from your collection to wear.'
'You must, anything that fits and takes your fancy.' Sarah said. 'But first let me show you your bedroom.'
Needless to say, Jane was delighted with the changes Sarah had made. It already benefited from an en-suite bathroom, but there was also the addition of a new king-size bed and some modern looking furniture.
'I am so pleased you like it. Now, I'll take Peter downstairs while you tart yourself up. Take your time and don't forget some nice frivolous lingerie!'
Back in the lounge Sarah poured the wine and seated herself opposite me. Crossing her legs she made her nylon stockings swish seductively; I gazed at the source of the sound and then her breasts feeling my cock stiffen.
'So, you like my stockings, eh?' Sarah began knowing full well that the rustling sound she'd initiated had had the desired effect on me. 'But what does your cock think of the rest of me?'
'Sarah,' I began confidently. 'You look absolutely stunning, but you know that. Glamorous, sexy and so, so fuckable!'
'That is precisely what I wanted you to tell me, Peter. You don't know how pleasing it is to hear those words from the lips of a virile young man like yourself, especially when your lovely teenage girlfriend is upstairs tarting herself up for us both.' Sarah's mellifluous tones carried a promise of something special, I could tell. She crossed her legs once more and smoothed down her skirt ... the aphrodisical rustle of nylon mesh giving me cause to adjust my erection.
