The Weeend

Before reading this little adventure, I would ask you to please read the earlier parts of The Weekend story. Originally intended as a stand-alone story the first part has been changed slightly at the suggestion of several readers in order to extend and complete the tale of our heroine.

An absolute figment of my imagination, there may not be enough sexual shenanigans for some readers looking for a quick 'stroke' - so you may be advised to give it a miss if that's what you're looking for.

As always. Any similarities in these stories with persons either living or dead are purely coincidental and not intended to cause offence.

The copyright for the following story is owned by the author and it may not be republished without his express permission.

Here's hoping you enjoy,

Oldie

The Weekend -- Part 3

Chapter 1

October -- 2010

Barbara had spent a lonely few weeks at home, miserably brooding around her apartment and deliberately avoiding all her friends. Neither had she seen, or hardly even spoken to, her daughter since that damn night in late August when their warm mother/daughter relationship had changed dramatically for the worse.

Diane Lang, probably her closest female friend and confidante, had grown worried at Barbara's unwillingness to socialise with her friends. Fearing the worst -- that the young widow had slipped back into the depression she'd suffered from for years after losing her husband -- the concerned Diane had called at her girlfriend's home unannounced and eventually persuaded her to join her at their favourite restaurant for a 'girly' lunch.

* * *

Despite all her best efforts, Diane had failed to get her friend to talk freely. Other than one-word answers to enquiries as to her well-being, the obviously-troubled Barbara seemed reluctant to enter in any form of light-hearted chat.

"So, what's happening with your sexy young stallion then? We haven't seen him around for a while."

"Erm... Nothing... Nothing's happening at all."

Barbara replied quietly, a small tear forming in her eye.

"What?... I thought everything was great with you and him. You both seemed to know exactly what you wanted out of your relationship... You were certainly having a great time shagging each other to exhaustion anyway..."

"Yes, well it all went to pot..."

"How?... Why?... I mean... You were as happy as I've seen you in years the last time I saw you two together that night we were all in the pub watching the football. You were well sloshed -- and as horny as fuck, if I remember rightly -- so what the hell happened?"

"Yes... That damn night we were all together in the pub for that stupid football match. I don't want to talk about it. Let's just say, things got too weird after we left, that's all."

""Weird?... Whoa girl, you can't just leave me hanging like that, I'm your best friend for fuck's sake. You know whatever you tell me is just between you and me and it'll go no further."

Their conversation stopped abruptly when the waitress arrived to take their order, continuing a few minutes later when Diane once again pressed her obviously-troubled companion.

"C'mon then lady, spill the beans. What did you get up to that was so embarrassing you can't tell your best mate about it."

"You really are a nosy bitch,"

Barbara snapped back, aware the her friend was stubbornly not about to let the matter drop. Grudgingly, she conceded defeat and decided to tell her story, her eyes flashing around the room to ensure no-one else was listening,

"Okay, I'll tell you. But you keep this to yourself... And I'm not embarrassed, it's way beyond that. I'm fucking ashamed of myself!"

"Really?... Wow, sounds serious. Don't worry, my lips are sealed."

Barbara finished off her salad and washed it down with a huge gulp of water before leaning closer toward the attentive Diane.

"No sarky comments all right? Just shut-up and listen otherwise I'll stop."

"Not a word. I'm all ears."

Diane assured her, making a zipping motion across her clenched lips.

Smiling nervously at her friend, Barbara took a deep breath and began.

"Well, as you know, we were all fairly drunk when we got back to the flat. We were laughing and joking around as Jake made us all coffee and biscuits. Anyway, no sooner had we sat down than he started messing around, you know kissing me and having a sly grope etcetera. Well, all I can say is, that I was very receptive. I quickly lost any sense of decency about what was happening and pretty soon we were having a full-on snog. I knew he was undressing me, and me him, but I just didn't care. Before I had time to think about what we were doing, we were both naked and he had me sat on top of him, riding him as though there was no tomorrow."

Barbara paused, smiling sheepishly at her fascinated friend before taking another large drink of water and looking around to make sure no-one else could hear.

"So. There we were, having sex in front of my daughter and a boy I hardly knew, and I didn't give a damn. All I wanted was to have the orgasm building up between my legs. It never once crossed my mind who was watching. Even if we'd been doing it in a public place being watched by an

audience of nuns, I wouldn't have stopped -- Suddenly I remembered where we were, and who we were with. I opened my eyes and looked over to where I hoped Emma wouldn't be any more... I couldn't believe what I saw. Fucking hell, Diane, she was doing exactly the same as me. Instead of disappearing to her bedroom like I'd hoped, there she was, grinning all over her face and watching me screwing Jake while she sat on her own boyfriend's cock. The cheeky little bitch. Did she look away like any normal person would? Did she hell-as-like!. Instead, she just winked at me with that silly smirk all over her face... And me? - the uptight, conservative mother. As drunk as I was... And as horny as I was... Instead of stopping and covering up like I should have done, I just winked back at her and grinned like a fucking Cheshire cat."

Barbara took another drink, then dabbed her moist eyes with her tissue, looking downward and avoiding all eye-contact with her confidant.

Diane grabbed her unmistakably-distraught friend's hands and squeezed gently,

"Bloody hell, Barb. There's no need to upset yourself... It was all just a bit embarrassing, that's all. Have a laugh about it, girl. It's no big deal."

"No... No. You don't understand. That wasn't the end of it. Oh God no..."

* * *

Their conversation had to end then, the waitress arriving at their table to clean away their empty plates. Intrigued and eager to learn all about the 'shameful' thing her friend was adamant she'd done, Diane invited herself back to Barbara's flat for coffee in the hope of their conversation continuing.

"You okay now?"

Diane asked her ashen-faced friend, handing her a mug of strong black coffee and joining her at the kitchen table,

"Want to finish telling me about it?"

Barbara nodded silently, the relief she was feeling at finally unburdening herself of her guilty secret being more than tempered by the dread she had that her close friend would think she was revolting and not want to associate with her ever again.

"Yes. I really do need to tell someone, and you are my best friend after all. I loath myself for what I allowed to happen. I just hope you aren't too disgusted with me to not want to be my friend any longer."

Diane sat open-mouthed as she gazed at the beautiful woman sitting opposite her. She couldn't begin to imagine what it was that was troubling her so much. What had happened that was so 'sick' as to cause this amount of distress in her. Whatever it was, she was determined she would stand by her distraught friend, no matter what. Reaching over and clasping Barbara's hands in hers, she said quietly,

"Barbara. You are the best friend I have ever had in my life. There is nothing you might have done that would change that. Do you hear?... NOTHING!"

Barbara smiled weakly at the concerned woman before lowering her eyes and looking at the table-top. Taking a deep breath, she continued her tale of woe. "

Okay then. Please don't interrupt me or I'll never be able to finish if I have to look at you."

Taking another deep breath, she then closed her eyes and gripped Diane's hands tightly,

"Oh well, here goes... After we had all 'finished' in the living room, we sort of stumbled into my bedroom giggling like a set of silly teenagers. We all fell onto the bed in one mixed-up, confused bunch of bodies. All naked. All still turned-on. The two boys were obviously still horny, I know I was -- My God, Emma was right about George, he had the thickest cock I have ever laid eyes on, bouncing around like a huge pink sausage, I couldn't seem to take my eyes off it -- Anyway, inevitably I suppose, we were messing around on the bed when we somehow swapped partners. George was fucking me while Jake was doing Emma by the side of us. Then it all became even more freaky. One way and another, we had ended up with Emma and me laying on our sides facing each other. Pressed up against one another while the boys fucked us from behind... Oh God, I don't know what came over me... I could feel Emma's breasts against mine, squashing into me and rubbing my nipples against hers. I know now I should have changed positions, stopped that naked contact with my daughter, but it was all so exciting. I mean, it never crossed my drunken mind that this was my own daughter I was pressing up against. It was just turning me on so much. Suddenly, I had the biggest orgasm I have ever had. Screaming like a demented banshee with George pounding into me and Emma's soft body rubbing so sexily up against mine. I never considered for a moment how wrong it was. I was just lost in the incredible sensations coursing through my body as my pussy gripped and pulsed around that thick cock and my nipples tried to explode... Anyway, I don't know what else happened after that. What the others did, or if we continued or not. I think I must have passed out or something, because the next thing I remember is waking up in my empty bed with something hammering away inside my head and dried cum all over my aching body. Emma did try to tell me later that we'd all just gone to sleep, that we hadn't had any more sex. I think I believe her, I just don't know though..."

Diane stared at her friend. Flabbergasted and unable to speak, her eyes were wide-open in disbelief. She could hear her own heart pounding away in her chest. Her mind was in turmoil as a tsunami of lurid images flashed across it, images of naked, writhing bodies in all manner of illicit combinations. From somewhere far away, she barely heard Barbara speaking to her in a fearful whisper,

"I knew it. I knew you'd hate me. I can tell by he look on your face. You think I'm a nasty, perverted bitch don't you?... It was...What I did... It was almost incest wasn't it? Oh my God, I should be fucking locked up..."

Shaking her head, trying to clear her mind, Diane gazed at her sobbing friend. Suddenly, she came to her senses and rushed around the table to hug the weeping Barbara to her heaving chest.

"Fucking hell Barb!...That's the sexiest thing I've ever heard -- and I've never been so turned on in my fucking life. If I don't have a cum soon, I'm going to fucking explode... Oh my God, I've got to get myself off... Can I borrow your bedroom? Please sweetheart, I really need this..."

The two women parted, Diane hurrying out of the room, leaving her friend open-mouthed with amazement.

"What?...What the hell just happened?"

Barbara gasped, shocked by Diane's reaction, her eyes wide with amazement as she watched her gibbering friend almost running out of the kitchen toward the bedroom and tearing her clothes off as she went...

* * *

Chapter 2

About an hour after the almost-delirious Diane had left her alone, Barbara felt it was probably safe to follow her friend into her bedroom. Despite her embarrassing curiosity as to what the other woman was getting up to -- a kinky desire that had caused her own sex to impulsively moisten -- she had remained sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and pretending not to listen to the arousing sounds of her friend having solo sex in the next room. Her mood had slowly changed from an embarrassing, erotic, yearning, to one of amusement as she reluctantly eavesdropped on her friend moaning her way through at least three noisy orgasms.

Judging by all the electronic buzzing she had heard, Barbara had correctly assumed her randy friend had discovered the collection of sex-toys she kept in her bedside drawer -- and had used them all to good effect, it seemed. When all had been quiet for a while, she'd felt she should check if Diane had maybe fallen asleep after her noisy endeavours. Gently knocking on the door and receiving no answer, she hesitantly crept into her bedroom -- a room filled with the hot, sensual aroma of a woman's sexual excitement -- to be stunningly confronted by a view of her friend she would previously never have expected to see in a million years.

The obviously well-sated Diane, was spread-eagled across the king-size bed, staring up at the ceiling with her heavy-lidded eyes almost closed. Totally naked, she was surrounded by her hostess' collection of sexual aids, the largest of which -- a huge, black, lifelike one that Barbara could only accommodate herself when she was particularly horny -- was still embedded deep between the obscenely swollen lips of her friends hairy vagina.

Barbara knew that she

should

have discreetly left Diane to her private fun. Instead, she felt inexorably drawn to the sight of her friend laying there in the aftermath of her sexual exertions. She had never seen

any

woman exposed so openly like that, much less her closest friend. Strangely, she was not at all shocked by the salacious view that had taken their close relationship to a whole new level of intimacy. She was however, surprised and embarrassed by the tingle of excitement that shot through her loins as she gazed open-mouthed at her friend's naked body.

The two women were totally different physically, Diane being much 'chunkier' than the taller, slimmer Barbara with altogether more flesh on her thick-set frame. She wasn't fat by any means -- she would have been called 'voluptuous' in a different era to the 'super-model' obsessed world we live in now -- but, as she readily admitted herself, she could maybe do with losing a few pounds or so. What the two middle-aged girlfriends

did

have in common however, as Barbara observed mischievously while chuckling inwardly to herself, was that they both had very thick, very black bushes of pubic hair covering their pudenda and hiding their womanly charms from all but the most tenacious of interested parties.

Pushing her previously private collection of plastic and silicone to one side, Barbara sat down on the bed next to her sweat-soaked friend, chuckling quietly as she attempted to make-light of any embarrassment the other woman may have been feeling at being seen in that usually-clandestine position.

"I see you found my toys then."

"Fucking hell Barb, I needed that. That bloody story you told me made me so hot my knickers are soaked."

Diane gasped, her face still flushed from her earlier exertions. Showing not the remotest sign of self-consciousness, she languidly raised herself up onto her elbows and beamed at her friend. That movement of her upper-body caused the huge black dildo to slowly slip from her obscenely gaping sex, allowing another flow of her juices to join the large wet-patch between her still-spread thighs. Looking down at the soaked sheet, she giggled naughtily,

"Oops... Sorry about that, I always make a lot of mess when I cum so hard. That dirty pig of a husband of mine absolutely loves it. Laps it up like a thirsty puppy when he's down there."

Barbara shrieked with laughter at the intimate secret her friend had just shared, "

I'm surprised he can find it in that jungle between your legs."

"He loves that too. Loves hairy women. Kinky bastard would even prefer me not to shave my 'pits as well as my fanny."

"Oh my God... Too much information girl."

Barbara screamed playfully at her giggling friend,

"I think you'd better have a shower before you go home. Keith would wonder what the fuck you have been up to if you turned up smelling like a ten-bob whore. Now get off my bed, you dirty bitch and let me change the sheets. I don't want to be laying in your dirty mess when I go to bed tonight."

"Yes mum. Whatever you say mum,"

Diane chuckled sarcastically,

"Although, if I did go home like this and told him what had happened, he'd have me bent over and his cock in me quicker than I could scream James Dean."

Grinning shamelessly at her hysterically-laughing hostess, Diane then climbed off the sodden sheet and strolled across the smelly bedroom toward the door. With her large breasts -- breasts that, after naturally-feeding four children in her youth, sagged heavily against her chest whenever she didn't have a bra on -- slapping together noisily every time she stretched to pick up her discarded clothing, she made her way past her laughing friend. Inexorably, and much to the unexpected excitement of the intrigued Barbara, whenever she bent down her ample buttocks would part and expose her puckered little starfish as well as the open, pouting lips of her recently-abused pussy. Barbara, to her dismay, found herself absolutely enthralled, unable to resist staring at the abundance of untidy pubic hair framing those most intimate of openings -- and not

really

sure she actually wanted to know

that

much about the intimate details of her friend's body.

"Fucking hell, Di, Keith must REALLY love your fat arse if he likes hairy women that much."

"He sure does, hun. Loves playing in my hairy nest, he does."

The unabashed, sexually-assured Diane laughed in reply, leaving her still-chuckling friend in the bedroom and strolling confidently down the corridor with her buxom rear-end swaying side-to-side an inch or two further than was normal...

* * *

After Diane had showered and dressed -- without her sodden knickers which were wrapped in a plastic bag in her pocket -- the two women were sitting in Barbara's lounge, drinking coffee and studiously ignoring what had taken place just a short while before.

"You don't see Jake at all now then?"

Diane asked tentatively.

"Not any more, no. I just couldn't face him after what we'd done. I haven't even seen Emma since that night either, although we have spoken on the phone a couple of times."

"But why? I know you were ashamed, but surely you could have all worked through it."

"I'm sure we could have. It's just that I couldn't trust myself. What I allowed to happen when I was so drunk and horny was way beyond the limits of my self-respect. I didn't want to risk anything like that happening again, so I decided to stop meeting Jake or anyone else like him. I haven't had any alcohol since then either... It was all just too much for me to get my head round."

"But I thought you really liked him? I know he was much younger than you, but you seemed to get on so well. Never mind all the sex he was giving you."

"Yes I did. I still do. I had grown really attached to him. Much more than I had ever intended. I probably even loved him a little bit... And the sex of course... My God, that was just spectacular -- like nothing I have experienced with anyone else, including David unfortunately."