This series of short stories chronicles the journey of Ashleigh and her friend Danielle, as they explore their sexuality, and progress from teenage sex to the wider reaches of sexual behaviour. They are written from different points of view, to give insight into how the experiences influence the individual characters.
Read the whole set of stories for a better understanding of the characters' motivation and personality, and watch their exploits unfold with people of both sexes, in single and group situations, and within their families.
I sat outside the house for ages, watching women arrive, every one of them alone. Some looked vaguely familiar. All of them wore long coats and I knew, as Geeta's girlies, they were probably naked underneath. The looks of determination on their faces told me they felt like I did: anxious for an evening of sex and deprivation.
The thought of naked bodies concealed beneath those coats sent tingles through me, forcing me adjust my position in the seat. It's what I came for, uninhibited sex with a group of women who wanted exactly the same.
I didn't intend to be among the first. Just the opposite, I wanted to arrive when the party was in full swing. Then I could join in to whatever was happening. The vision of naked flesh sent more thrills through me, and I wriggled in my seat as the dampness of my cunt turned to wet and began to seep between the tops of my legs.
After about half an hour, it looked like all the girlies had arrived. So I got out of the car, making sure to pull my trench coat around me so that nobody could guess that I was only wearing a pair of red high-heeled shoes.
The door was open when I pushed at it. I entered, to be greeted by Geeta. She had a thin negligee draped around her and I could see the outline of her large nipples.
"I'm so pleased you came, Ashleigh," she said as we air-kissed.
"I couldn't wait ... but didn't want to be first."
"There's only one rule ... we don't use names ... just go and enjoy yourself ... everyone will welcome you."
I took off my coat, draped it over a chair on top of others, and kicked off my shoes.
"With a figure like yours ... you'll be a great favourite, Ashleigh. There are groups in the lounge and upstairs ... with a small bedroom if you want more privacy ... OK?"
"I'm sure I'll soon get the hang of it."
"Go ... enjoy ... there's nibbles and wine in the kitchen if you want them," Geeta said, steering me towards the door of the lounge.
The room was lighter than I expected. A tide of perfume, tinged with sweat and the smell of sex, greeted my arrival. My eyes were drawn to the large television screen at the opposite end, showing a group of lesbians having sex.
I nearly tripped over the futons laid out on the floor where about half a dozen women were cavorting in a mass of arms and legs and heads -- their grunts and snorts competing with the lesbian movie. Another couple were humping each other in soixante-neuf on the couch against the left-hand wall, next to a young redhead pleasuring herself with a bright pink vibrator. Two women stood by the open kitchen door at the far end of the room, sipping red wine.
The oohing and ahhing of the porn stars on the TV became more audible as everyone in the room stopped -- and every eye fixed on me. I didn't care. It's what I came for -- to be the desire of every woman in that room -- to have another sexual fantasy fulfilled. I stuck out my tits and my arse to give them a pose. To let them see what was on offer.
One of the women by the kitchen door moved in my direction. She looked familiar. Her streaked, shoulder length hair swayed in tune with a heavy pair of tits, topped with proud nipples pierced with horizontal bars. The width of her hips and her sagging stomach indicated her age to be about twice mine. In the unusual context of the situation, it took me a while to recognise her.
She was almost at my side before I realised it was Danielle's mother, Joanne. I felt my blood pressure rise and hoped I wasn't blushing. She put a finger to my lips to ensure I said nothing, a naughty glint in her dark brown eyes.
"No names, remember?"
I nodded in reply, too numbed by her presence to talk. Anyway, what could I possibly say to a woman I'd known most of my life?
"I always took you to be a confident girl," she said, "and you've grow up into a real cock pleaser ... a beauty with wonderful tits ... a lovely round arse ... a perfect figure."
She ran her hand down my side and over my arse as if to emphasise the remark. It made me shudder.
"You're the last person I expected to see here," I said, trying to get my breath back.
"Geeta's very clever at choosing her girlies ... we're all the same ... highly sexed ... bisexual ... and willing to try anything."
"That's me ... I've been looking forward to this for weeks." I felt the tension ebbing from my body as my confidence returned.
"You must try out what's on offer upstairs, too," she said, leaning forward and kissing me full on the lips.
Her red lipstick slipped around on my pink as our tongues delved into each other's mouth. I grabbed at her tits. She grabbed at mine and pulled on my nipples, before dropping to her knees to take one into her mouth and start sucking at it.
Joanne pulled me down onto the futons, forcing a space between a black girl and an overweight blonde, both also older than me. Her hand worked its way between my legs. I separated them to give her better access and felt several fingers slide inside me.
"You're very wet," she said, breathing heavily into my face.
"What do you expect when two over-sexed bisexuals meet?"
"I expect to suck your cunt and make you cum ... you dirty little bitch."
I took that as a signal to kneel up and grab her ankles and pull her towards me while I stretched her legs wide. The leer on her face gave me full approval, willing me to keep going. I leaned down into her, bending her knees as my head approached her wide open cunt. I studied it briefly, inhaling the sweet smell of sex. It was fat and pink and moist with more folds of skin than I'd seen on a cunt before -- I took that to be a sign of age and use.
My tongue circled around her outer labia as it searched out a route through to the juicy centre. She moaned quietly as her cunt opened around my tongue. I delved deeper into the darkness. The delicious taste surprised me. I stopped and looked up at her.
"You taste of cum, you dirty bitch."
"That's my husband ... he gets randy when he knows I'm coming here ... always give me a brisk fuck first."
"He's always looking at my tits."
