Literotic asexstories – Visits to Grampa Ch. 05 by barry240646,barry240646 Ann woke up between her father and her mother. Her left arm was tucked under Barb’s left arm, and her fingertips were rubbing Barb’s nipple. Behind her she could feel her father trying to position his morning wood to penetrate her, and she shifted position and lifted her thigh, and felt him slide easily in. She was already moist, so he had probably been rubbing her vagina with the tip of his cock for some time.
He was slow and gentle, but as he and Ann got aroused, she found herself grabbing at her mother’s breasts, and biting her mother’s shoulder. In response, Barb reached down to masturbate as her family had sex behind her.
Their climaxes were good. Not as intense as some of those the night before, but good. Then all three shared the shower and dressed. The was a small café up the road and they decided to go there for breakfast rather than eat in Autumn House’s dining room.
Ann was amazed at the change in the relationship with her parents. They seemed to be accepting her as an equal rather than as a daughter. Their conversation was affectionate and yet bantering. All three clearly felt a new and more comfortable relationship.
“Ken and Helen,” her parent’s neighbors, “are coming for dinner next Saturday evening. Just wait till I tell them what we got up to last night. I am sure we will finish up with some interesting après dinner activities.” said her Mum.
“Dad, Mum wants to have sex with Helen. How do you feel about that?”
“Well, Ken and I have already hinted to each other about that. We think it would be great fun to watch, and we’re not averse to a bit of sex between us, either.”
Ann said “I see,” as nonchalantly as she could, still coming to terms with how badly she and her sister Joan had misread their parents’ sex life.
Shortly after breakfast her parents headed for home, and Ann went back to Autumn House. The lounge was full of chatter about the previous evening. It appeared clear that no-one who lived at Autumn House had skipped the evening. Even people that Ann thought would boycott the evening had gone, if only to watch. The one fact that stuck in Ann’s mind was that if everybody had been there, it meant that everyone in Autumn House had been naked together. Would the house become a nudist colony? Ann giggled at the thought. Interestingly, some of the staff had joined in as well.
Charlie and Jimmy were already outlining plans for various movies derived from their filming. There would be one featuring Ann and Daniel, with some scene setting shots of the general orgy as background. Charlie was assuring people that they had filmed both in normal focus and in soft focus with almost all of the residents, so those that didn’t want possibly to be recognized would only appear in soft focus.
There would be some men-on-men scenes, especially with Ann’s Dad, Frank, and Daniel, as well as Barb and Jackie, and Lena and Daniel. For the rest of that week Charlie and Jimmy were locked up in the room they used for editing, emerging only for meals.
Meanwhile, Lena and Ann spent much of their spare time in bed together, and were getting completely involved in a deep and loving relationship.
One evening in bed, Lena asked Ann which sex she preferred, the hetero-sexual sex or the lesbian sex. Ann thought quietly for quite a while, while still having her eyes locked on Lena’s.
“The thing is, Lena, that the only time I have actually ‘made love’ to another person is when I have had sex with you. I have had hetero sex now with several guys, and Charlie and Daniel are clearly my favorite two, and I have quite a few lesbian encounters, and I enjoyed having sex with Mary, especially the very first time. But you are the only person of either sex that I have ‘made love’ to. You are the first person I have had romantic love with. The first person who has reached into my heart.”
Ann paused. “I had a few boy friends at school, but they never went beyond ‘kiss and grope’ and my first time with a male certainly was not ‘making love’. And what do you call it that time Jackie and I had sex? And that night we had a foursome with Jan and Marg was fun, but again, it was having sex, not making love. So, as much as I have learned to enjoy a good rollicking bout of energetic sex, now, making love, slowly and gently, to you tops everything.”
Lena smiled at Ann and kissed her. “I know exactly what you mean, and those are my feelings too. God, last night when Daniel entered me, I had never had a man reach so far into me as he did. It felt like he almost reached my heart, physically if not mentally. It felt great, and he gave me a wonderful climax, but, I must admit you and I bringing each other slowly and tenderly to a climax is my favorite kind.”
Ann always enjoyed the sensation of Lena kissing and licking her way down Ann’s body, the way Lena would, when she arrived at her destination, pull Ann’s lips apart and then tease her clit with the tip of her tongue. It never failed to bring Ann to the boil.
Sha had enjoyed oral sex like this with other women, but no-one did it quite like Lena. The mutual orgasms and tender love making that followed caused each of them to sleep in the next morning. Lena rang down to the front desk to say that she and Ann would be taking the morning off, and they continued to caress, explore and pleasure each other for a couple more hours.
On the Saturday night, Lena and Ann went up to the Italian, and then on to the Lesbian Bar where they had met Jan and Marg, and found them both there. Marg was curious to find out more about the pornography that Ann and Lena made, and were astonished to learn how it came about, and how it so successfully financed the retirement home.
Indeed the movies were making so much money that in order to explain the new funds to their bankers, they had incorporated a movie company, and then rented it space at Autumn House, so that they could bring in just the funds they need for the running of the house, and keep the rest unrelated. So with that money being invested, their money-making scheme was making even more money. After all, there was no guarantee the web site would always provide such income.
They had already decided to initiate a “wages” scheme for residents who participated in the films, and a modest birthday bonus for each resident that could essentially be passed off as a birthday gift from the resident’s family.
Additionally, Jan and Marg were both interested in being stars of a movie, and Lena promised that in the summer, she would speak to Charlie about filming a foursome out in the garden in the little hidden grove. Ann immediately thought that Marg and Mary would make a good couple – Mary’s innocence meeting a skilled butch woman as Marg.
Later that night, all four women went across to the hotel, and proceeded to have very energetic sex, in all combinations. Ann was surprised how soft and gentle Jan could be when they had sex, and really enjoyed feeling Jan lick and suck on her pussy. Marg was much more energetic and aggressive, and when she penetrated Ann with a dildo it was definitely a pounding.
Marg wasn’t a kisser, but then, the force she applied to sucking Ann’s nipples was really quite something, as were the bite marks Marg left behind. Ann also experienced being the meat in a Jan and Marg sandwich, double penetrated, and caressing Lena’s pussy as she was pounded by the two butch women.
Ann and Lena stayed the night, and as they drove home in the morning, Ann told Lena of the dinner party her parents, Frank and Barb, had been planning for the night before, and she wondered aloud about what was available for breakfast.
Lena laughed, and said that she was sure it would involve some kind of long meaty thing, but maybe not sausage!
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Ann heard from her Mum on Tuesday but Barb did not say much other than she and Frank were both sexually exhausted by the time Helen and Ken went home Sunday lunch time. She also remarked that both she and Frank now knew that Ken was ‘more endowed’ than either of them had previously thought.
On Friday morning, Barb phoned Ann again, leaving a confusing rambling message on Ann’s answering machine. Apparently, Joan, Ann’s sister, had called them on Thursday evening, and Barb had filled her in on Barb and Frank attending the orgy and then having a foursome with the next door neighbors. According to Barb, Joan was initially incredulous and then, later, went completely quiet, other than to explain that Joan, and her long-time live-in boyfriend, had split up. “She wanted your phone number”, Barb finished, “so you might get a call.”
Sure enough, just before dinner time that evening, Joan called. Ann recollected that it had been several months since she and Joan had spoken. Now, with no preamble whatsoever, Joan simply asked to come round to talk about “something personal”.
Ann was already cooking herself a light supper, as Lena was out, so she suggested a time, around 7:30, and Joan accepted. Ann dressed carefully. She didn’t want to look too sexy, and definitely not trashy. Joan was a lawyer earning good money and would almost certainly be dressed professionally. Ann selected a shortish skirt and a front-buttoned blouse, with no stockings or pantyhose. She made sure, though, that her underwear was lacy, partially transparent, and clean.
7:30 on the dot, the front desk rang to say that Ann had a visitor. Two minutes later, Joan was in Ann’s apartment in the roof of Autumn House, with its big gable windows offering a view of the lights towards Central London to the north.
Ann let Joan into her flat. Joan was wearing, as Ann expected, a business suit in a soft grey color. It was clear that under the jacket was only a bra. The skirt was quite close fitting, offering clear proof of Joan’s figure with its nice hips and trim waist, and clearly highlighting her long and shapely legs. Members of the Jury had been know to watch those legs quite attentively. Just over two years older than Ann, Joan was just 25, and building herself an excellent career.
Joan looked around, and after a long pause, said “Nice place, and tastefully decorated. You must be doing well….”
“Well enough,” said Ann, “and I’m glad you like it. Now, what’s this visit about?”
Joan paused, still standing. The kind of pause a lawyer takes to make sure a jury is listening, and hanging on every word. “Mum told me about the pornos you’ve been making. I actually watched a couple today, and you are very beautiful in them, and your feelings for Grampa Charlie are somewhat obvious.
She also told me about the orgy, about the foursome with the neighbors that included same-sex sex. She also said you have a lesbian girlfriend.” Joan paused, and her eyes filled with tears, although not yet running down her cheek.
Then she bit her bottom lip. Ann recognized this sign – it was what her sister had always done when she didn’t know what to do or say next.
Ann said, calmly, “Sit down.” She poured 2 glasses of a nice light Pinot Noir that would get neither of them drunk.
Ann sat down close to Joan, facing her, so that their noses were about a foot apart. After a pause of her own, Ann said “And all this doesn’t bother you in the slightest, does it? You are concerned, possibly even scared, about something completely different, aren’t you?” Joan looked down at her hands, silent.
Ann continued “Our parents clearly had sex, otherwise we wouldn’t be here, and they were both college students, and we know from personal experience that student sex lives are varied, from mine remaining a virgin, to you establishing a reputation…”
Joan laughed. “Mum told me all about what you told her about Freddy, and almost finishing college still a virgin. I lost my virginity five times while I was still at grammar school.”
“How can you lose your virginity five times?” asked Ann incredulously.
“Simple,” said Joan, “I would tell them I broke my hymen horse-riding, but that I still needed them to be gentle as it was my first time.” For the first time in the evening, Joan smiled. “The only time a boy knew I wasn’t a virgin was when he had already fucked me once before!”
She took a long swig of her drink. “At Uni, I had an endless parade of guys. They knew I enjoyed sex and would put out, but Jeff was the only one who admitted falling for me. That’s why we moved in together after Uni.” Joan had studied law and passed bar exams at the first attempt, and was interning in chambers, assisting her mentors. Now she was becoming a successful young trial lawyer known for a quiet but well-researched style and a bright future.
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“However” she continued quietly, “Jeff may have loved me, but he never really developed as a lover in the past two years or so we have been living together, and now I have found out he was cheating on me with a young student in one of his classes. He’s still a student! She thinks he is a great lover, but I know different. Anyway, he came home one night to find all his belongings in garbage bags in the garage, and a new lock on the door. And I was out… Actually, I was in bed with one of his friends as I wanted him to know this time we were really through.”
Ann left a pause, and then said “Sorry to hear about Jeff, though personally, I thought he was a bit wishy-washy for you. He has the personality of a garden gnome – stupid smile, weird beard and no activity!”
“But the beard could tingle nicely when he rubbed it on certain parts of my anatomy!”
Both girls giggled at that, and Joan actually smiled. Ann looked at her older sister. Joan was as tall as Ann, and had a very similar figure, although her breasts were bigger than Ann’s. Her natural blonde hair used to be half-way down her back as a pony tail, but was now a more professional-looking shoulder-length, turned under at the end.
“But,” said Ann quietly, “you didn’t come round here to talk to me about Jeff, did you. You don’t miss him, you know you don’t need him, and there’s plenty more fish in the sea, so, be honest, why did you come around, when we have not seen each other or spoken in ages. I know you. We don’t need constant communication to care about each other, and I care about you, but there is something new bothering you, isn’t there?”
She stood up, and refilled the glasses, putting the bottle down on the side-table, within reach. “So come on, spill it… You want my help on something, and this time, it’s not your homework….”
Joan smiled, ruefully. “You’re right, as usual; you always could read me. And in a sense, it is about homework…..”
Ann emptied the bottle into their glasses. “I can get another out, if you want.”
Both putting their glasses down, Joan smiled. “Let’s wait and see.” After a pause, she went on “Remember when we were teenagers, and you used to flounce naked into my room to compare breasts, as you were so impatient for yours to be as big as mine.”
“Well, I’ve now got a decent size, but they’re still not as big as yours. Guess they never will be,” said Ann with a smile. “And talking of teenage memories, I remember how you used to practice kissing with me so you could impress your dates. The only problem with that as I now look back was that… I was kissing someone I loved.”
Their eyes met, and in that instant Ann knew why Joan was there.
“You’ve found a woman who you are interested in, haven’t you. It didn’t turn you on, living with Jeff, and all those guys at school and Uni and now you’re wondering if you a lesbian, aren’t you? And you want to practice being a lesbian with me so you can pick up the courage to go on a date with her. Am I right?”
Joan pulled back her shoulders as she sat upright, staring straight into Ann’s eyes with a kind of defiance, or excitement, or lust, or something. Ann wasn’t sure which it was.
“Yes. As usual.”
The words hung there, pregnant with all sorts of expectation and possibilities. Ann leaned in towards Joan, and put her hands either side of Joan’s face, holding her there.
“You want to go to bed with me. Have real sex with me, to see if it turns you on. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“It’s more than that. I watched a film of you and Lena – she is your girl-friend, right? – and at the end of it I was rubbing myself like crazy, and had one of the best orgasms of my life. Better than any I had with Jeff.”
There was a ten-second silence that seemed even longer, and then Ann kissed her. Joan’s whole body stiffened, but after a few seconds, she lifted her hands on to Ann’s shoulders. At that, Ann’s tongue started to rub Joan’s lips, and their mouths opened and their tongues met in an energetic French kiss. What seemed like minutes later, they broke the kiss and stared at each other.
Ann smiled at Joan. “That was much better than those teenage practice kisses,” which elicited a smile from Joan. “So here’s the thing,” Ann went on. ” you can leave now, aware that you most certainly have lesbian inclinations, or you can stay the night, but I am not responsible for how our bodies react to each other. It would be incest, as you well know, being a lawyer, but nobody gets hurt or abused, and personally, I don’t have a problem with it.”
Joan was silent, just staring at Ann, who went on “As my big sister, I have always loved you, even though we don’t live in each other’s pockets. And in those practice kisses and breast comparisons I now recognize the beginnings of my own lesbian inclinations. You started me in that direction, although you never intended to, but meeting Lena completed the process. I enjoy sex with guys, but to make love, I have Lena. Then again, I have sex with women too. But for love, I need Lena.”
To give Joan time to think, Ann got up and opened another bottle, partially filling each of their glasses.
Joan sipped some wine. “Do you want sex with me?”
Ann nodded. “The point is, do you really want sex with me? If you really want it with me, then, yes I do. And it might be more than just sex”
Their eyes locked, and then closed as they closed in on another kiss. They met already open mouthed, and each one’s tongue invaded the other. Their faces were crushed together, their noses jammed into the other’s cheek. They could barely breathe, but still the kiss went on. Then their arms wrapped around the other, and their breasts met through their clothes. Fingers found their way into combing through hair, and without letting go, they slid off the couch and on to the floor, Joan on top.
It was clear that Joan’s inhibitions were flying out of the window. She broke the kiss, and propped herself up on her left elbow, her right hand starting to undo the buttons of Ann’s blouse. The blouse was pulled apart and Ann’s bra was exposed, as was, essentially, everything contained in its lacy delicate bra cups.
“Seems we have graduated to expensive lingerie – looks good on you,” said Joan.
Ann smiled, a smile that was undoubtedly a come-hither look. “If we go into the bedroom, it will look much better when you take it off. I am worried the animal in you will tear it asunder. It’s too expensive for that.”
They got to their feet, and Ann directed Joan to her bedroom, while she picked up the wine bottle and glasses. When she got into the bedroom, Joan was minus skirt and jacket, and standing there in a lacy half-cup bra, panties, suspender belt and nylons.
Ann made a little wolf-whistle sound. “You sure came around prepared for seduction, didn’t you? To go to all this trouble – I hope the girl is worth it.”
She put the glasses and bottle down on the night table, and shucked off her own skirt, revealing very brief panties and bare legs.
Joan said, “I’ve started to go to a rather progressive Church lately, and we met there. Her name is Sue, she’s a couple of years older than I. Our stories are similar, met a guy at Uni, thought he was just the ticket, and then found out he wasn’t. Although in her case, it was because the guy was trying to give up being gay, and hoped a sex-mad curvy slightly older experienced woman would “cure” him, and then realized he didn’t want to be cured….”
“Has anything sexual happened between you two yet?” asked Ann.
“No, but I was round her place last Sunday and she invited me to stay. She only has a one-bedroom flat, so the nature of the invite was obvious…”
“So…?”
“So… in part, I was scared, this time truly being a virgin in lesbian terms, and, more importantly, I had an important case the next morning – a celebrity divorce.”
“I saw your name in the papers – I think you saved him a lot of money, exposing the property she owned that he knew nothing about, paid for with his money.”
Joan smiled. “I only got the case because he was too broke for the partners to do anything for him. They gave me the case pro bono, thinking he deserved a decent divorce. She had shafted him all the time they were married, and was trying to ruin him with the divorce. She got what he deserved!” Joan smiled at her own humor in defining the result. “And for a young lawyer, taking lead for the first time, I feel I will get what I deserve, too. The way she was shafting him, I was all he could afford – then.”
Ann moved to stand close to Joan and they kissed again, but as they did, they each undid the other’s bra. Without breaking the kiss, they separated their bodies slightly and allowed the lingerie to fall to the floor under the effect of gravity. Ann turned Joan round so that her back was towards the bed, and then gave her enough of a push to cause to fall on to it.
Joan was on her back on the bed, her feet on the floor and her knees apart. Ann knelt down and started to caress the inside of Joan’s thighs, moving her finger tips in small, light circles. Maddeningly slowly, her fingers worked their way up towards Joan’s womanhood, barely concealed as it was by the flimsy material of her panties. Ann could see through the panties that Joan’s bush was closely cropped in a heart shape.
When Ann’s fingers were only a few inches from the skimpy piece of cloth that covered Joan’s pussy, Ann leaned forward and started, with the very tip of her tongue, to lick the material covering Joan’s clit. Joan’s hips started twitching and her mouth emitted a groan that definitely did not mean “Stop”.
Ann’s fingers advanced further upwards, over the material, and found the waist band of the panties, and pulled it downwards, exposing first the trimmed pubic bush, and then junction of Joan’s thighs, where a glistening could already be seen on the clitoral hood. As Ann sucked the hood and the clit into her mouth, and trapped them with her teeth, she heard Joan moan “Oh My God.”
Ann bit gently and brushed the tip of Joan’s now hardening clit with her tongue. Then the fingers of her right hand wriggled under the thin strip of fabric, and her index and middle fingers started to very gently pierce Joan’s vagina. Deeper and deeper they went, but excruciatingly slowly, until the tip of the middle finger found its target on the front wall of Joan’s vagina.
That did it. Joan’s hips were now bouncing on the bed, her moans were yells of sheer erotic pleasure She gripped her own breasts as hard as she could – whether to love them or to stop them bouncing, she knew not – and felt the build up inside herself, until a climax came crushing its way out of her. Joan was left wondering, as the feeling went on, if that was one climax,.. or two….. or even three.
Ann backed away and stood up, and slipped her own panties off. Then, as Joan’s breathing returned to normal, she slipped Joan’s panties off too, and helped her sit up. Joan was still wearing the belt and stockings, the belt in a virginal white color, and the stockings in a natural nude color – a close match to Joan’s own pale skin.
As Joan recovered, and savored the wine, she remarked “Lena taught you well.”
Ann laughed. “The first person to bring me to a climax with their tongue was actually Grampa Charlie.”
Joan laughed. “He should go into business as a sex instructor then. God, he could teach Jeff quite the lesson, as could you.”
“My guess is the Jeff is typically male, and considers himself a good lover as proved by the fact that he climaxed.”
“You got that right. Are all lesbians as gentle and yet as arousing as you?”
“Well, as women, we know, or believe we know, what women want and enjoy. We’re also, I think, more patient, and we like to hug and kiss lots, before and after the climax. And, we like to give pleasure before taking it.”
As Ann started to turn down the covers, Joan stood up, her glass in her hand. “Are we going to hug and kiss lots….?”
Ann got into bed, and smiled. “Of course.”
They lay side by side and pulled the covers over them. Ann asked “Do you remember us sharing a bed at Grampa’s whenever we slept over?”
“Yes.”
“I remember your hand being very busy under the covers. It wasn’t until much later I realized what your hand was doing. You could have shown me!”
Both girls laughed as they thought back to an innocent time from years ago, now changed for ever.
Joan rolled over on top of Ann, her essentially naked body full length on top of Ann’s naked body. They kissed.
“You know, Ann, I found it quite a turn on watching you and Lena pleasure each other in the couple of movies I watched.”
Ann smiled and kissed the tip of Joan’s nose. “Stop talking and show me,” was all she said. They kissed.
It was quite a long, gentle sensitive kiss, but not without its passion. Then Joan started to kiss Ann’s neck, and gradually worked her way down to Ann’s right nipple, She sucked it in, held it with her teeth and played with it with her tongue. After a while, she gently moved over to the other nipple and repeated the process. Ann said, “I love my nipples played with like that.”
Joan lifted her head enough to smile at Ann, and then started to kiss her way down. Ann had freshly shaved that day, and opted to be completely bald. She knew where Joan was headed, and was happy for Joan to take as long as she needed for what was, for Joan, a first time experience.
When Joan found Ann’s vaginal lips, she spread them with her fingers so that she could tease Ann’s clit with her tongue. Ann’s clit had always been quick to respond and become hard, and this was no exception. She felt Joan’s fingers exploring her and then after some gentle caressing, she felt two fingers penetrate her, slowly and gently.
The way Ann felt her body responding was interesting. It was more like when Lena played with her vagina than it was when other women did it. Then it occurred to her. Joan was the first girl, woman, that Ann had ever loved. Although as children and young adults, although it had never got beyond comparing each other’s breasts, or being naked together, or practicing kissing, Ann now realized she was in love with Joan. Here was the second person in the world she could “make love” to.
Sometime later, following a very satisfying sister-induced climax, Ann said to Joan quietly, “You now realize our relationship will never be the same again, don’t you.”
Joan was propped up on her elbow, sipping wine. “I bloody well hope not! I want to make love to you again – and not just for instructional purposes. I am really hopeful
we can be lovers from time to time, not withstanding Lena and Sue. She has hinted at having been with a woman or two, and there are some lesbians in our church that she chats to.”
“Well, who knows, maybe we can do a foursome sometime.”
Joan grinned, “And get Grampa to film it – I would have to have my face obscured, as I am sure I would otherwise be recognized. Lawyers are a randy lot!”
“Oh, I don’t care about filming it, I just love the feeling of surrendering to multiple sets of hands exploring and stimulating my body. It’s a real turn on, like when I was in bed with Frank and Barb.”
“Yes, Mum explained how it is Mum and Dad, when in a normal family situation, and Frank and Barb when it’s not.”
They cuddled up, and Ann kissed Joan good-night. “Let’s sleep, and tomorrow I’ll introduce you to Lena. Maybe she can join us here and continue your lesbian education?”
Joan was quiet for a moment. “Do you mean that? Would your girlfriend hop into bed with me just cause you asked her?”
“Well, she wouldn’t hop in unless I asked her, if that’s what you mean. We enjoy sex, together, with other people, and especially people we like, but all things have to be mutually consensual.”
Joan snuggled in even tighter. “Then it’s a good job tomorrow’s Saturday, isn’t it?’
They kissed again and drifted off to sleep.
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Ann’s phone rang just before 8 in the morning. It was Lena.
“Front desk informed me that your sister is still here,” she said.
“Yes,” said Ann, “Want to join us?”
“What are you doing?”
“We’re still in bed.”
“And what are you wearing?”
“Just a smile.”
“I’ll be right there, should I bring coffee?”
“No, it’ll only go cold. We’ll make it later.”
Three minutes later, Ann’s bedroom door opened, and in walked a completely naked Lena. The bedclothes were pulled own, kicked down. She looked down at Joan, her blond hair spread across the pillow, and the curves of her body well below her full breasts. Lena said “You two look beautiful laying there. Room for a third?”
She climbed into bed, with Joan between her and Ann. Propped on her elbows she leaned across Joan to kiss Ann. “Morning, my darling,” she said. As she pulled herself off Joan. “I see good looks run in the family,” said before kissing Joan too. “Such a great pair of natural blondes, and each with a great pair.
Joan looked directly at Lena’s breasts, her large dark nipples contrasting with her olive skin. “You’ve got a pretty good pair of your own,” she said, flashing a cheeky grin.
Lena did a cheezy “Thank you, ma’am,” grin. “Ann didn’t tell me she was into lesbian sex with her sister…”
Joan answered. “That’s because she isn’t, or wasn’t. This is the first time we have ever had sex together, although I think overnight we have both realized there was an unfulfilled attraction before…”
Ann explained Joan’s situation, and why her sister had come around. Lena listened attentively.
“In my own case,” said Lena, “I realized I was gay when I kicked my husband out and then had an affair with his sister. It didn’t last long, but long enough for me to learn that the love of a good woman can be very good love. And it sure as hell beats bad love with a bad man! I also learned the difference between making love and having sex.”
Joan’s lawyerly curiosity kicked in. “And that is?” she asked.
“Sex is when your body is being made to feel good as you energetically try to make the other person’s also feel good. It’s grabbing, squeezing, biting, possessing, dominating… and maximizing physical pleasure. Making love, on the other hand, is so gentle, so subtle, unrushed, teasing. Driving someone wild with just the touch of finger tips. Pleasing them without regard to your own pleasure – which if you lover is doing the same thing, means, in fact, that you both get satisfaction.”
The covers were not over them, and Lena said this as she watched Ann’s fingers very gently caressing Joan’s vaginal lips and brushing over her sister’s clit hood. Joan had her eyes fixed on Lena, but her body was showing the first signs of squirming under Ann’s influence.
Lena leaned forward and kissed Joan, whose eyes immediately closed. Then Joan realized she was being kissed oh, so gently, by a woman, as another – her sister – played with her womanhood in the gentlest way possible. Lena’s tongue was oh, so gentle against her own, and feeling the pleasures of masturbation while laying perfectly still – or at least as still as the squirming of her body would allow – was a completely new and pleasurable experience.
Joan felt her internal body tingling grow as she became more and more aroused. How strange it felt. She was romantically kissing a naked woman she had only just met, a woman who was her own sister’s romantic partner, while being brought to a climax by the fingertips of her naked sister. She could feel one of Ann’s naked nipples hard against her skin as those delicate fingertips played with her most sensitive parts.
Then her climax began to approach. She felt the pressure of Lena’s mouth increase on hers to keep her head still. She could feel Lena’s hard nipples pressing into her body. Her thighs were spread as far as the two naked bodies surrounding her would allow, and then, just as the climax happened, Ann’s fingers were thrust deep inside of her.
Joan felt her butt lift clear of the bed. She felt herself bite on to Lena’s tongue, which did not withdraw, but remained defiantly between Joan’s teeth.
She humped and humped. This was even more than that first climax last night with Ann. It went on and on. She realized the women had carefully trapped her arms so that her upper body was essentially pinned to the bed, as were her legs by their legs. She could be touched but not touch. The restraint so applied made everything even more erotic. It was almost like being in bondage.
She had never had sex with more than one person at a time in her life, and now she was having what could only be described as romantic love making with two people at once, and they were both women!
She felt Ann’s fingers withdraw from inside her vagina, and Lena’s mouth leave her own. She still had her eyes closed, so felt a little surprise when each of her really hard nipples was taken captive by teeth, and brushed by a tongue. Two mouths on her two nipples, creating a whole new intimate sensation even as her body tried to return to normal from that incredible series of climaxes.
After a few minutes, as her pulse returned to normal, Joan felt the mouths leave her nipples. Ann’s voice asked, gently “You okay?”
Joan smiled. “I think I have never been more okay at any time in my life…”
Lena just laughed. “I think, Ann,” she said, “that Joan has just discovered her true sexual inclination.”
Joan laughed. “That may be true, but I think the jury would like to see even more evidence, if you don’t mind.”
Lena got out of bed, and walked round to Ann’s side. Pulling Ann’s legs apart, she knelt between them, supported her body on both elbows and bent down to latch on to one of Ann’s nipples. After biting and sucking it for a few moments. Lena started to kiss down Ann’s body, heading towards her bald pussy. Joan watched in fascination.
Joan saw Lena’s tongue lick at her sister’s clit hood, then watched as Lena gently pulled at Ann’s vagina to expose her clit and start licking it. Joan turned on the bed and took Ann’s nearest nipple into her own mouth while reaching with one hand for Ann’s other nipple. She could feel the movement in her sister’s body as Lena roused the passion within Ann, and awoke the need for Ann’s own satisfaction and release.
She recognized the twitches and moans coming from her sister as being similar to what her body had just experienced. But this time, it was her doing it, not receiving it, and she began to caress and lick Ann all over to try and drive her even more wild.
Whatever Lena was doing down there was taking effect too, and suddenly Ann was shuddering and bouncing like a thousand volts was going through her body. Joan had never, in real life, watched a woman’s orgasm. Jeff was, she now knew for certain, a lousy lover whose idea of satisfying sex was him squirting semen into her, with no care as to what was going on in her body. Now she watched as she and Lena – with no thoughts of their own climactic pleasure – were causing another woman go through a clearly fulfilling orgasm.
The surprising thing was how much gently working on Ann’s body pleased her own, even though there was no caressing of her occurring. But the little movements against her own body caused by her sister’s arousal and eventual climax was rewarding and satisfying to her in some way, too.
She realized, as many true lovers over the years have realized, that the secret to loving sex is the giving of yourself to the other lover, not what you take from them.
Joan rolled over on her back, and as she did, realized she was gently and quietly crying. Lena, after Ann had climaxed and Lena had knelt up, spotted the tears to.
Very quietly, Lena asked “Are you okay?”
Joan smiled – a weak smile – but nevertheless, a smile. “Yes,” she said. “It’s just that I have realized how much different sex is when it is done in love and not lust. The very fact that you clearly show me love, simply because you love my sister, is something new to me. I truly hope that I will become a great friend of yours as we get to know each other.”
Lena laughed. “We already know each other — at least in a biblical way!”
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They lay on the bed for a while longer, gently caressing and being caressed, kissing and hugging, exploring and being explored, until finally Lena said “I need coffee,” and leapt out of bed. Within moments the sounds of the coffee maker were coming from Ann’s kitchen. The sisters got out of bed, and all three women showered together, washing each other gently.
This was followed by a mutual drying of each other, and then the coffee.
Being a Saturday, Ann usually spent time with Grampa, and still sometimes got into bed with him. They enjoyed an hour or so of making love to each other even now, after all the movies and other activities. Ann actually enjoyed making love to Charlie, being the well accomplished and well endowed lover that he was. Whether it was his age, or his accomplishment – or both – but Charlie could get hard and pleasure Ann for what seemed to Ann a very long time.
After the three women had had breakfast, still naked, Ann suddenly giggled. “Joan, what do you think of us surprising Charlie with the two of us completely naked?”
“Hang on,” said Lena, “do you think his heart can take it?”
Ann laughed. “After the masked orgy the other night, I have no doubt in my mind. And he and Jimmy have been working on the editing, they need a little break and relaxation.”
“And you think that fucking the two of you Charlie will think of as relaxation?”
Joan said, “One way to find out.”
So the two sisters robed themselves in Ann’s two silk dressing gowns, and went down the couple of floors to Charlie’s room. Ann tried the door, and found it not locked, so opened it very quietly, and the two girls slipped in.
Charlie was laying on the bed on top of the covers, naked, eyes closed, but not in a deep sleep. The girls shed the robes, and stood next to his bed. Quietly they said in unison “Grampa” and Charlie opened his eyes.
Within seconds, Charlie was sitting up, his eyes feasting on the beautiful sight in front of him. Two gloriously beautiful young women, both stark naked. Seconds later, it was not only Charlie that was up.
“Well,” said Charlie after giving Joan a good look up and down, “I can see the sisterly resemblance between you two. But am I to assume the resemblance also extends to the ways in which you visit with me?”
Joan spoke up. “Charlie, I have watched a couple of videos of my sister’s idea of how a Grampa should be visited. And it looks like she was having to much fun, and far, far too much pleasure, out of visiting you. I have to admit, it made me jealous.”
“Well, now,” said Charlie, “I seem to remember that when you girls were young, your Gramma and I always tried to treat you both equally. I don’t think that should change, do you?”
Ann said, coquettishly, “Oh, Grampa, what big eyes you’ve got!”
“All the better to see you with,” said Charlie, grinning.
“And Grampa,” said Joan, “what a big cock you’ve got!” She knelt down, and started to gently caress it.
Charlie said “All the better to please you with!” and both girls giggled. Ann mounted the bed and knelt either side of Charlie’s head, her pussy inches from his mouth. She looked at Joan.
“Go for it, ” she said, “lower yourself on to it, it feels great.” This last was said with a ‘Tony the Tiger’ voice, and all three laughed.
Joan started to lick Charlie’s hard cock, and then took it deep into her mouth to get it fully wet. Then she too straddled Charlie, and using her right hand, guided Charlie’s engorged manhood into her as she lowered herself on to him. At the same time, Ann lowered her pussy down to meet Charlie’s tongue and lips.
Charlie’s hands reached up to grasp Joan’s breasts as his tongue began to tease Ann’s nether lips. Joan spent time at the gym, and was able to easily keep raising and lowering herself on to Charlie’s hard cock. She put her hands on Ann’s shoulders to steady herself, as Charlie’s hard member started to produce the expected and obvious reactions inside her.
Despite all her climaxes the night before and that morning, when she came, it was with a scream of “Oh my God, Grampa!” She stiffened as the waves of release travelled through her, then bottomed out on his cock and just sat there, tears of joy, or pleasure, or satisfaction, or all of that, running down her face. She stayed there, as if speared by Charlie, as her breathing – and everything else – returned to normal.
“My God, Charlie,” she said, “I have had quite a number of men, but none of them came inside me like you just did. You were so far in me, I expected your cum to be in my mouth! No wonder you never saw Gramma without a smile on her face, if you were the one putting it there….”
“Well, your old Gramma did enjoy a good fuck, that’s for certain, and that was what she always called it, too. She would say ‘It’s a fucking fucking, for fuck’s sake, so fuck me!’ and I did, literally right to the end.” Ann filled Joan in as to how Gramma died when she and Grampa were enjoying ‘marital relations’, although both girls were surprised to hear the words that Gramma used.
Joan climbed carefully off Charlie, and they cleaned up. Then Charlie opened a bottle of Gin, and the three had a nice martini – shaken, not stirred – out of the posh new bar fridge Charlie had installed in his room with some of his proceeds from the movies.
They sat there, naked, chatting for some time about the girls’ childhood and their memories of Gramma and Grampa, before Ann said. “Lena and I are going out for Italian tonight, if you want to join us, Joan, but yes or no, I at least need to get ready soon.”
Joan asked “Are you sure Lena won’t mind?”
“The way I see it,” said Ann, “is you will go home no later than tomorrow, as you have a life to go back to. And Lena and I will still be here. I don’t mind sharing her with you some of the time, but not all of the time.”
Okay,” said Joan, “but I’ll go home after dinner – I really want to go to Church tomorrow to see a certain person. I am sure that, thanks to you, she and I will see each other in a different light than we did last week.”
Ann laughed. “And maybe you’ll see her with your fingers, in no light at all.”
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Joan left for home directly from the restaurant. Ann and Lena decided to skip the dancing at the lesbian bar and go home. They undressed each other and got into Lena’s bed, with its satin sheets, and cuddled up close to talk.
Ann told Lena stories of her and Joan growing up, of how they – then – perceived their parents. Of how after Joan discovered boys they weren’t so close, and of Joan’s recent break-up and her possible new lover. Lena listened without comment.
Afterwards, she said “That first time you and I were together, I suspected that there was a girl in your life you were in love with, and too scared to pursue. I never suspected it would be a family member, your sister, that you were so attracted to. But the first time we kissed and got naked, I knew that it was something that your inner you knew you wanted, even if you didn’t. That was why it was so easy for me to make love with your sister this morning rather than just have sex with her.”
They had a bottle of wine with them by the bed, and as Lena poured them another glass, she asked Ann “Have you seen that new personal support worker I’ve hired?”
A personal support worker provide very intimate services to residents who have mobility issues, including helping them dress, and helping and supervising them in the bath to avoid accidents.
Ann shook her head. “No, I haven’t, I have been to busy putting in the new accounting system we’re installing to notice her yet. What about her?”
“Well,” said Lena, “where to start? She’s almost six foot tall, with a very trim waist, probably around twenty-four inches, and probably with a 38G or bigger bra!”
“Oh, my God,” said Ann. “Don’t tell me, she has legs that go on for ever…”
“Oh yes, and nice legs they are too. And she has a lovely milk chocolate colored skin, that is smooth and flawless, and she knows how to use make-up. When she came out of my office after her interview, a couple of the older men saw her. When I explained she was going to be the new PSW, both said that they really thought they had reached the point where they might need some assistance in the bathroom!”
Ann laughed. “Has Charlie seen her yet?”
“No, but Jimmy was one of the two guys that did, so if Charlie doesn’t know about her it’s because Jimmy wants first crack at her!”
“Well, he didn’t mention her when Joan and I saw him earlier, but then he really only had eyes for Joan this afternoon. Good job I’m not the jealous type. Although when the three of us were chatting, he mentioned something about some expansion.”
“Yes, I was planning to tell you tonight over dinner, but left it because your sister was there, but I can tell you now. The amount of money rolling in from our website is getting substantial, as you know, you count it! Anyway, the big house next door that is like this one, and has been a private hotel for the past few years, is up for sale, at a reasonable price according to the agent. As a hotel, it’s not a going concern and that is reflected in the price. And it’s too large to be a private house.”
She went on, “I looked into it. The price is good – not much market for private hotels these days. The distance between the two houses would accommodate a walk-through link with a couple of offices off the corridor, so you could have a real office and not work from within your apartment. We could even have space that could be used by a visiting doctor, or podiatrist, or hairdresser to add to our resident services.”
“Long term with all the extra rooms, it would make us more secure, as having the odd room empty for a time would be a lower interruption of income. It really only needs internal redecorating, and it has a bigger dining room and kitchen so we could repurpose that space in Autumn House. That space alone would give us three more resident suites. And there are lots of potential residents around. So what do you think?”
Ann looked happy but a little curious. “Have you run the financing by the bank?”
“Yes, and because we lease space to the ‘film company’ they can see how it would make this building more attractive to them for their ‘documentaries’ they think we make, and therefore be a positive to ‘holding the film makers’ in case they were thinking of moving. Of course, I couldn’t tell the bank that there was no way they would think of moving. But anyway, the long and the short of it all, they support it. We get more paying guests, so it would be easier to spread the income from the internet.”
“And potentially more actors for our documentaries!”
“True, and talking about more actors, I want you next week to check out the new PSW – her name is Dawn. She started today, and so in a few days it might be time to fill her in on what goes on here, if the other staff haven’t already. I could see her being a very big draw to our clientele. And I bet Daniel would love to make a movie with her, them both being so tall and beautifully shaped.”
Ann put her drink down on the night table, and leaning towards Lena’s breast, she said “Talking about beautifully shaped….” and let her tongue play with Lena’s nipple.
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On the Monday, Ann got her first look at Dawn, who was helping serve breakfast at the time. A few things were immediately apparent. Dawn moved, she didn’t walk. She glided effortlessly around the tables. Her body flexed so calmly, and her legs showed just enough beneath her white lab-coat style uniform to be enticing. Those white long coats are not particularly flattering on people, but on Dawn, it followed her curves perfectly.
And talk about following her curves. There were several men in the room who were very carefully following her curves all around the room, and a couple of the ladies, too. Since the orgy, it transpired that many of the residents were now rekindling their sex lives, in all possible combinations.
Ann watched Dawn attentively throughout her breakfast, so much so that Dawn clearly caught on to the attention. When Ann was almost finished, Dawn came over to her table and stood in front of Ann. “Is there anything I can do for you?” she asked.
Ann put her cup down, and took a few seconds before quietly saying “That’s a very leading question.”
Dawn smiled, and then asked “So where is it leading? I am completely aware of life in this house – it’s money-making side-line, and the fact that the residents are, generally, more sexually active than a college co-ed dorm.”
Ann smiled. “And what’s your reaction to learning all this?”
“I must admit, I know there are several men and women in this place that would like to get under my white coat, and there are, in turn, several I would happily encourage to go there, as long as it doesn’t get me fired.”
“It will not get you fired if no-one complains. And we don’t count complaints from residents who complain that they can’t get a person they fancy – we value consent both ways. So you are free to indulge yourself with anyone, as long as they want it as much as you. Man or woman, resident or staff, what is important is mutual consent. And if you want to participate in some of our productions, no problem. New faces always welcome.”
Dawn stood very close to Ann, and smiled. “New faces, or new bodies? From where I am standing I can see more than just a pretty face – and I like what I see.”
“I see. To be honest, I too like what I see. You are aware that Lena and I are a couple though, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but I’ve heard that as a couple you like to enjoy other people too – in pairs, threesomes or larger groups. And you enjoy filming with both sexes….”
“So do you prefer sex with men or with women?”
“I prefer sex with people who know what they are doing, and enjoy doing it. Gender is irrelevant.”
“Have you met Charlie?”
“A couple of times. Once in the bathroom when he was stark naked and needing help, or so he said. I know he is your grandfather, and that he is very fond of you?”
“Have you had sex with him?”
Dawn smiled, licked her lips, and answered, after a pause, quite definitively, “Not yet.”
“Do you want sex with Charlie?”
“As you said, it has to be mutually consented sex. And I would consent with him any time he asked. In his movies, he is quite the lover – especially with you.”
Ann asked “Do you know where I live?”
“Upstairs, in the attic? Yes. Heard it is a very attractive apartment you have created.”
“Then come up and see me sometime – as someone once said.”
“Tonight, at 8?”
“That definitely sounds like some time,” said Ann, standing up. “We should see how far mutual consent can takes us.”
“A long, long way, I hope.” said Dawn. “And with that settled, I should get back to work.”
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At 7, and took a shower and shaved herself bald again. She dressed in a yellow summer dress with spaghetti shoulder straps and a matching G-string and nothing else. She put some of her favorite perfume in all the places she liked to be licked. And she had a couple of bottles of pouilly fusee wine chilled, and some nice tall tulip glasses ready to drink it from.
At 8 precisely, there was a knock at her door. In came Dawn. Ann realized that as tall as she herself was Dawn was a little taller. She was wearing a crop top that clearly had no bra under it, in what can only be described as virginal white. And she had a white knee-length poodle skirt to go with it, complete with the under-skirt to flare it out. As she came in, Dawn dropped a carrier bag, without saying anything.
Against her chocolate brown skin the outfit looked incredible. She was an archetypal virgin offering, although Ann knew this lady was far from being a virgin. But nevertheless, the way she was dressed was clearly designed to entice Ann to get rid of the flouncing skirt before too long. The crop top was held together at the front by a lace that ran through only four eyelets, and was clearly designed for a quick release.
Ann’s apartment was decorated in soft colors, and Dawn looked around before saying. “I like. Very classy, very feminine, very comfortable. Even, very sexy!”
“That was my intent as I did it. But I must say, the outfit you are wearing could be described in exactly the same way…”
“I’m glad you like it. I know from this morning that you find my breasts very attractive…”
“Indeed. They are big, and yet such a hemispherical shape that they appear not to sag…” Ann stared straight at Dawn’s breasts.
“Believe me, they don’t sag. I can’t hold a pencil under them,” Dawn added with a laugh. “But then, your breasts look pretty damn attractive too.”
“Well, before all this gets too far out of hand, or maybe I should say, too far into hand, I have some nice white French wine chilling. Would you like some?”
“My father was French, from Guadeloupe, and taught me about French wines. He would never drink anything else.”
“Then I am sorry to say he missed out on a lot of good wines by excluding other countries.”
“He did. I don’t, even though I do like quite a few of the French whites.”
Ann poured two glasses, and, still standing, they clinked their glasses and took a sip of wine. They were standing in from of the sofa, which had an end table at each end. By the mutual consent of their eyes, after the sip, they both put down their glasses, and, eyes locked, they moved forward into each other.
They kissed. Ann could feel Dawn’s very firm breasts pressing against hers. Dawn’s nipples were already rock hard, as were her own. The kiss was simple, to begin with, but as lips parted and tongues engaged, it got hotter. Their tongues were rubbing, probing, even licking.
Dawn moved very slightly away from Ann, and flipped the spaghetti straps off Ann’s shoulders. Ann lowered her hands to her side, and Dawn gripped Ann’s dress at her shoulder blades, and with a little jerk, Ann was topless. And still the kiss continued.
Ann reached up between the women’s breasts and undid the bow.. She pulled at the laces, and they came out of the top two holes. She hooked a finger over the string, between the two remaining eyelets, and pulled it out completely. Immediately gravity did its thing, and Dawn’s crop top fell to the ground.
Ann’s fingers found Dawn’s nipples and began to play with them. She rolled them in her fingers, pulling and pinching them, and still the kiss continued. Both women could feel the pulse rise they had experienced. They each embraced the other, arms, wrapped around the bare flesh, and their breasts in full contact.
Eventually, all good things come to an end, and they both felt mutually the need to breathe. Dawn said “We should drink more wine before it gets warm.”
They picked up their glasses and drank, with another silent cheers gesture. Still standing, Ann said “I should shed this dress completely. With the top hanging down it doesn’t look its best.”
“Agreed,” said Dawn. She put down her glass and knelt in front of Ann, turned her around and undid the zip. Then she turned Ann back around to face her and pulled the dress down, exposing Ann’s lacy yellow G-string.
“Very nice,” she said as Ann stepped out of the dress as it lay on the floor.
Ann turned Dawn around as she stood up, and lowered the zip on the back of the poodle skirt. Before Ann had chance to pull the skirt down, Dawn did a very sensuous hip shake and the whole skirt, complete with the under-skirts fell to the floor, leaving Dawn completely naked.
Dawn turned round to face Ann. “You can remove the G-string or I can rip it off so you can never wear it again, but it has to go.”
Ann smiled. “I like this underwear, so I will take it off.” She pulled the G-string over her hips, opened her legs slightly and let the G-string drop. She stepped out of the underwear, picked up the bottle and her glass, and ordered “Follow me!” They headed for the bedroom.
The bedclothes were pulled back, the glasses placed on the night table, and the two women laid down. Ann had taken note of the small trimmed triangle of tight curly hair above Dawn’s vagina. That area of tight curls contrasted completely with the shoulder length straight hair Dawn sported.
Ann got on the bed, laying on her left elbow, and patted the bed to indicated Dawn should join her. Dawn lay down on her back, and Ann examined carefully the smooth, flawless chocolate brown skin, the breasts that still stood up proudly even lying down, and the large very dark nipples that surmounted each breast.
Ann let her fingers explore Dawn’s chest area, and in return Dawn closed her eyes and smiled. Slowly Ann, is a series of swirls and circles, let her finger tips work their way down towards Dawn’s small hairy triangle.
Dawn opened her thighs to indicate her acceptance of what Ann was doing, and as Ann’s fingers found Dawn’s clit hood, Ann’s mouth encased Dawn’s right nipple, sucking the large prominent nipple into her mouth and biting on it. And at that time, Ann’s fingers found the tip of a large clit, and began to play with it.
In matching rhythms, Ann’s tongue and her middle finger played with the protrusions on Dawn’s body. A throaty murmur came from Dawn’s mouth, and she started to run her fingers through Ann’s hair. The climax was built up as slowly as possible. When Ann felt the building reaction, she would slow down both her tongue and her finger, and then as the murmuring dropped to a lower note, she would pick up the rhythm and the pressure.
Eventually, Dawn came. She emitted a copious amount of juices, which Ann smeared over Dawn’s belly. Then, as Dawn calmed down, Ann moved so she could lick Dawn’s belly clean.
Dawn’s arms guided Ann’s knees and legs so that Ann was straddling Dawn’s head, and she lowered her pussy to Dawn’s mouth as she moved her own mouth directly over Dawn’s clit. They lay in a 69 and worked on satisfying each other – an objective they duly reached. After their climax, they laid against the headboard of the bed so they could drink their wine.
After a while, Ann asked Dawn, “Would you like to be filmed having sex with Daniel?”
“Daniel? Oh yes, I hear he is impressively endowed.”
“Indeed. I had him at the orgy recently, and he and I are intended to be one of the films coming out of that. But the fact that your skin tones are not the same, visually the two of you would be very exciting to watch. And both of you have incredible physiques and wonderful skin. I can just picture his large dong sliding up and down between those incredible breasts of yours.”
“Especially if we emerged naked and wet from some water, the sunlight shining off the water drops on our skin….” said Dawn.
“Oh yes,” said Ann, and then hugged Dawn and kissed her. They lay there embracing until they fell asleep.
They awoke early, as Dawn had to help serve breakfast. She took a quick shower and open the carrier bag that she was carrying when she arrived.
“Planning in case of staying the night,” she said as she produced a bra and panties, and the ubiquitous white coat.
“Good for you,” said Ann, still in bed.
“So,” said Dawn, “would I be out of place if I said I would love to have a threesome with you and Lena sometime.”
“No, you wouldn’t. I already have a pretty good idea that Lena has something like that in mind – I just don’t know if she is thinking of just you and her, or something more. I’ll ask her this evening.”
When Ann went down for breakfast, Dawn was her usual self, floating around the dining room, and gave nothing away when Ann entered.
That evening, Ann was sitting quietly, reading, waiting for Lena to be ready for dinner, when her phone rang. It was Joan.
Ann smiled as she saw the number come up on her phone display. She answered with “And how’s my big lesbian sister?”
There was a giggle at the other end. “Sore and exhausted. I mean, what you and I and then we two with Lena did on Friday and Saturday was more sex in two days than I’ve had in two months…”
“But what about Sunday?”
“Well…. after Church, Sue suggested we go out for lunch, which we did and it was very nice, but it was obvious she was skirting around trying to work out if I was interested in her sexually. We discussed books we like, films we like, things like that, but it was obvious where she was heading.”
“So, did you take the bull by the horns?”
“Well, kind of, not literally though. We finished up at the pub in a side room off from the main dining where everybody but us had left. So it was quiet and private…”
“And?”
“And I said. ‘Sue, may I ask you a blunt question? Are you trying to get into my knickers?”
“And?”
“She laughed. Then she said ‘No, not into them, I’m more interested in getting you out of them’ and I said ‘I see’ and she said ‘So what do you think? Might you be interested in that?’ and I said ‘I’m interested. There’s only one problem – I’m not wearing any’ and she threw her head back and laughed like crazy.”
Both girls laughed at this over the phone.
“So what happened?” asked Ann.
“We paid the bill and went to her place. She ordered me to strip off to prove my knickerless statement. Then she stripped off, and she was wearing this great-looking big strap-on that was even bigger than Grampa. Turns out she has a circular water-bed and a big mirror above it. I was able to lay back and watch her get me all wet and then fuck me. God, it was the biggest thing I have ever had in there.”
“Did she make you cum?”
“Many times. And she even had one I could wear so I could return the favor. I think between then and Monday morning we fucked more times than Jeff and I did in the last year we were together. And that mirror made it even more erotic. She said afterwards that she also has a discrete camera set up, but that she would never use it without my consent.”
“That’s good.”
“I told her that I need to find out if we are a couple before I would agree to anything like that, and she agreed. You know, how we – you and I – fucked was really good – and satisfying – but I like the feel of a good cock in me, and I know now I prefer the kiss of another woman, and so sex with her like that was fantastic. And I learned that cocks don’t have to have a man attached to them.”
Ann murmured some words of understanding, and of support for holding off on any filming.
Joan went on “All the time I was thinking about what we had said over the week-end about sex versus love-making. Sue and I had sex – fabulous sex – but when we lay down and cuddled after, she said, without prompting, that she had wanted to fuck me for weeks, but now, now she has succeeded, she is more interested in us building a relationship of making love. And now I know, and understand, exactly what she means. So we will go on from here. But it’s a good job I had my Monday clothes in the car!”
Later that night, as Ann was lying in bed reading, Lena came in and slid under the covers with her. They kissed, and snuggled up, and then Ann told Lena all about the phone call.
Lena was pleased. “She needs a real lover, one who actually wants to love and be loved. Everyone needs that, so maybe she is on her way to finding the life she needs and wants. Let’s hope so, I could go for making love to her again sometime – with your agreement of course.”
“Of course. I think it would be fun, either the three of us or with Sue added. I am happy to experiment, as long as I can return home to you. Oh, and by the way, Dawn wants to fuck you too.”
“That feeling is mutual,” said Lena. “I think you and I could have a great time with those breasts, and getting between those legs.”
Arms around each other, and smiles on their faces, they drifted off to sleep.
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