Sample story- Jiggles and the Test Pilot

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The next adventure for Jiggles and her chums is Jiggles and the Archaeologists, available from Smashwords and Amazon, or get The Adventures of Jiggles, collection 1 (Smashwords, Amazon), which has Jiggles and the Test Pilot, Jiggles and the Archaeologists, and Jiggles and the Flying Boats, all in one.

Jiggles was bored. “Is there absolutely nothing on?” she asked Ginge, who was lazing in the other deckchair outside the large building that was their hangar, offices and mess combined.
The chief, and only, mechanic of Jiggleswick Air shook his head slowly. “There’s another dance in the village this weekend.” he offered, shielding his eyes with an oily hand and staring down the grass runway. Beyond, and to the left of, the closely mown strip, a low rise hid Fenwick on the Marsh. Just the square spire of the church, with its crenellations and whimsical battlements, poked over the little hill. The flag atop its pole waved desultorily in the nearly absent wind.

Jiggles- Veronica Anne Jiggleswick, Ronny to relatives out to cousins, and Jiggles to the chaps she ran Jiggleswick Air with- pondered the delights of a dance at the village hall, a flimsy wooden building which might as well not be there on a cold or windy night. It held little allure. She, Ginge and Ally- the third partner in the business- had already worked their way through the boys, and some of the girls, of the area. She sighed and shook her head, “That’s three days away. I want something to do now.”

The sad truth was that few people wanted to use an air courier service run by two women and a chap with an eye for the gents. Ralph Jiggleswick had started the company partly so he could turn the meadow farthest from Jiggleswick hall into his own private aerodrome, and then made a decent fist of running it as a going concern. Until he had disappeared somewhere abroad, heading out over the Med on a flight no-one could find the plan for.

Jiggleswick major had instilled a love of flight in his younger sister, and found she was a natural when he taught her to fly. Distraught at the loss of her brother she had stopped her parents tearing down the hangar, retained Jiggleswick Air’s mechanical genius Ginge and talked her friend Ally, another adventurous soul, into joining the venture. And now they were waiting for business. It was proving a long wait. So they spent an awful lot of time hanging around- in deckchairs on such lovely Summer days as this, or around the hangar’s little stove when Winter came.
There was a raspy puttering from beyond the verges at the near end of the field, followed by a scream of tortured rubber on tarmacadam and a clank of a bouncing wheel. The sound of the engine eased off as the battered wheels crunched onto the short gravel driveway from the road to the hangar. “Ally’s back.” Ginge noted lazily.

A black and gold motorcycle and side-car combination jerked to a halt before Jiggles and Ginge. Ally swung her long legs off the cycle and pulled her goggles and helmet off. Her jet black hair was cut short and slightly asymmetrical, somehow just like a flapper from ten years earlier and completely different at the same time. She tossed the helmet and goggles into the side-car before pulling a large brown paper bag from it. Jiggles and Ginge both appreciatively watched her bend over, firm buttocks and shapely legs stretching the leather of her riding trousers. Ally’s family were in the rag trade and she always knew the best people to get a flattering cut to her outfits. Her parents had sent Ally to the same fine school as Jiggles had attended and the pair had become fast friends. After school Ally had spent a year in Paris, from where she had returned with some jolly strange ideas about loving ladies, which Jiggles had been unsure of until given a practical demonstration.

Ally gave Ginge the brown paper bag and went back to the side-car for another. Ginge started pulling stout card boxes from the bag, checking typewritten notes on the ends. “Oh good, the fuel pump and all those other bits for Bertie have arrived. Time for a servicing.”

Ally put the second bag down before Jiggles and shrugged out of her soft leather jacket. Her breasts were small, firm and high within her perfectly cut blouse and her nipples pushed excitedly against the material. She always became excited when she’d been astride the throbbing seat of her motorcycle. “I think you should service us first.” she suggested.

Ginge’s responsibilities weren’t set out in detail- he maintained the company’s planes, Ally’s motorbike and Jiggles’ roadster and took an equal share of any profits, but he also stepped in when the girls were seeking phallic satisfaction and there were no other chaps on the horizon. He preferred the physical pleasures of other boys, but could also appreciate female beauty and enjoyed the bodies of his comely business partners. He sighed theatrically, “I think I can schedule that.”

Jiggles had been nosily going through Ally’s second bag. It contained more fine clothes, some of which Jiggles knew were for her, each wrapped in soft paper. “Under things.” confided Ally, “We should really try them on.”

“That sounds like a jolly good idea.” Jiggles agreed.

“Let’s all head inside.” Ally suggested, “You too Ginge, there are things in there for you.”

They went into the hangar, pulling the large main doors closed. Bertie, Jiggleswick Air’s Hawker “Hooligan” biplane, filled the main space. Sleek, with an enclosed cabin and passenger comforts unheard of just years before, Bertie looked graceful sitting there, motes of dust dancing around him in the light from the windows in the roof. In the air he was even more beautiful. Jiggles could afford to fly Bertie regularly, but didn’t feel right doing it without deliveries to make or passengers to carry. She ran a hand along the underside of the plane as they walked past it.

At the far end of the hangar there were two rooms partitioned off with large windows and no ceilings. One was the office, the other Ginge’s workshop. Between the partitions there was a door. This led through to an extension to the hangar which housed a simple kitchen, a table and four beds. Another door led outside and a short distance away was the latrine.

Jiggles put the bag on the table. Ally came up behind her and reached around to start unbuttoning her blouse. “We shall have to take ALL our clothes off first.” she announced. Her slim fingers were nimble and practised, sliding the buttons deftly through their eyes and pulling the cotton over Jiggles’ shoulders to reveal her brassiere.

Jiggles unbuttoned the light trousers she wore and they slid to the floor. Ally giggled to find that her friend had been wearing nothing under the trousers. When Jiggles was out of her clothes Ally studied her friend with admiration. She was tall and full figured, with a distinct waist and large firm breasts. These sagged slightly and turned their stiffening nipples up to the ceiling. Jiggles’ blonde hair tumbled down to her shoulders in thick waves. Now they had a kite with a sealed cabin she didn’t have to keep it short enough to stow under a flying helmet any more. Ally had always admired the womanly figure of her school chum and took great pleasure in it as often as she could. Not that she was ashamed of her own slim and boyish figure. She didn’t want Jiggles’ figure so long as she could keep on touching it.

Ally slid out of her own clothes as Jiggles revelled in the warm air upon her skin. Ginge stood by the door, only a touch uncomfortable. Whilst it was true he preferred gentlemen, and had been deeply in love with Ralph Jiggleswick, he could still appreciate a fine female form. He was particularly enamoured of the two very different body shapes of his business partners. More than once, he had been able to show this appreciation, sometimes with one of them, sometimes both. He was enjoying the view as the two beauties touched and studied each other’s bodies. Ally looked his way. “What are you doing with clothes on Ginge? There are pairs of those American Jockey short things in there for you to try on.” she told him. That was all the encouragement he needed, and his overalls started coming off immediately.

Ginge was naked in far less time than it had taken the ladies. Standing at attention across the room from them, little Ginge soon drew their stares. They were standing, hips almost touching, hands on each other’s waists as they looked at him. Jiggles reached out and beckoned him over. They nestled either side of him and pressed their bodies against his. After a few moments of this, with the girls giggling at little Ginge bobbing as it twitched along to Ginge’s heartbeat, Jiggles turned to the bag full of clothes.

Jiggles pulled the clothes out one by one and laid them on the table. Ally turned back the paper which covered them and they both ‘ooohed’ or ‘aaahed’ at each item revealed. They couldn’t decide what to try on first, so they kept taking out new flimsies.

Under the clothes there was a lacquered black box with a mother of pearl inlay of an orchid. Jiggles pulled the box out. “I say, what is this?”

“Why not take a look.” Ally suggested, moving round behind Jiggles’ chair. Ginge leant in as well to see what was revealed when Jiggles released the brass clasps of the box and lifted the lid.
Inside, the box was lined with red velvet in which nestled a strange object carved from ivory.

“Oh my.” Jiggles’ eyes went wide and her mouth formed a happy O. “May I?”

“Of course.”

Jiggles lifted the stylised elephant horn penis from its slot in the box. The sculpting was exquisite, and a touch surreal, with the veins which ran along and around the shaft transmuting to vines and leaves near the base. It wasn’t gigantic, but it was certainly ample, any girl would be more than happy to make its acquaintance. “Are you sure you even need me?” tutted Ginge whilst eyeing up the implement himself.

“We always need you old chap.” Jiggles reassured, reaching down and squeezing little Ginge gently. She leant in to kiss Ginge. When she let him go Ally grabbed his chin and pulled his head round so she could kiss him as well. Ginge reached a hand out to each of them, running a finger up the inside of two thighs.

Jiggles had brought the dildo close to her mouth. She teased the end with her tongue then kissed it, careful to make sure Ginge was watching as she did. His finger was very close to the hot wet lips of her labia. She was shivering waiting for his touch. Ally’s hand squeezed her arm, and she knew her friend felt the same anticipation.

Just a hair’s breadth short of touching the two girls where they so desperately wanted, Ginge’s fingers halted. He cocked his head and stared at a corner of the room. The girls were practically hopping from foot to foot, waiting for his next move. Then they heard what had distracted Ginge.

The high pitched whine of a powerful aero engine grew to a roar as it approached. The buzz of a fast spinning propeller became distinct as well, just before the plane it belonged to passed low overhead.

When they entered the hangar they could hear a voice from the office. “….one to Jiggleswick Air. Bravo one to Jiggleswick Air. Receiving? Over.”

Jiggles had been scanning the airwaves earlier and had left the radio on. Ginge went into the office to answer the voice, Jiggles and Ally ran to the hangar doors and out of the regular sized door built into them.

The aeroplane they had heard pass over had circled the village and was making another pass. They waved and it waggled its wings in response. This time as it flew over them there were a few missed beats in its roar.

It was a single seat fighter and a truly beautiful plane, with a slim, sculpted fuselage and elliptical wings. Even flying straight and level they could tell it must be an agile joy to fly.
Ginge appeared at the door. “He says he has a fuel pump problem and is asking permission to land. But there is a cow on the field.”

They looked down the landing strip to spy the bovine obstacle, a short legged, shaggy gingery brown creature with big horns and a massive fringe hiding its eyes. It was chewing away, entirely untroubled by the metal gnat which had just flown over it. “Morag.” sighed Jiggles and Ally in unison. Jiggle’s father, Lord Jiggleswick, had a number of highland cattle, and numerous other strange looking breeds. Morag was the black cow of the herd, wandering off and finding her way into fields and barns which were supposedly locked. Right now she stood halfway down the strip showing no sign of moving.

“Tell him to make his approach and we’ll have the bally cow moved before his wheels touch the ground.” Jiggles instructed. Ginge didn’t question her rash assertion. He knew that Jiggles almost always managed the tasks she set herself and wouldn’t be easily swayed when she had set her mind to it. He turned on his heel and headed back to the office.

Jiggles and Ally set off at a run down the landing strip. Morag looked at them, chewing placidly, for a moment then went back to grazing. Jiggles forgot the situation for a while as she enjoyed the sensation of running barefoot through the soft grass, naked, alongside her best friend. She felt a delightful tingle all over her skin as the air flowed over it. The nipples on her bouncing breasts were hard and tight and the sensations as they moved were exquisite.

As she neared Morag Jiggles’ mind returned to the task at hand. She and Ally came to a halt just short of the cow, who cocked her head to one side and looked at them. They weren’t sure, now they had reached her, how they would get her to move. She was a solid beast, and large. Not even the local rope pulling team, heavy and tough men all, could get her to move through strength alone.

Morag sniffed the air, then licked her nose with a big rough tongue. She moved toward the naked women, finally intrigued by their presence. “That’s it Morag. Follow us.” Jiggles told her, taking one horn in her hand. From either side she and Ally tugged gently at the horns. Morag didn’t budge.

“Now look old girl….” Jiggles addressed Morag, moving around to stand in front of her. The cow nudged Jiggles’ naked belly with her wet nose and took a step forward. Jiggles took a stride backwards and Morag followed her. Ally and Jiggles shared a look of understanding. Ally let go of Morag’s horn and Jiggles walked backwards. Morag followed her, albeit painfully slowly.

“He’s on final approach.” Ally announced in a stage whisper. Jiggles looked up and saw the thin profile of the aeroplane, wheels down, growing larger. It bobbed up and down slightly as the engine spluttered. Jiggles responded to the sight by stepping back more quickly. When she got a certain distance from the cow it stopped following her. When Jiggles stepped forward again Morag moved toward her once more. Obviously there was a sweet zone where Morag was intrigued enough by the naked woman to follow her. If Jiggles stepped out of it, Morag was too lazy to be bothered any more.

Ally wanted to help, to speed up Morag and get her off the landing strip. She pushed at one of the cow’s horns. Morag twisted her head, nudging Ally away from her, and stared. Her tongue flicked out and licked her nose again, an irritated little movement. Ally held up her hands in apology, and moved around to stand beside Jiggles. This interested Morag again, and she started following them.

“Come on Morag, come on.” Jiggles urged.

The plane was lined up and dropping to the ground. If it bounced badly as it touched down it could still swerve into Jiggles, Ally and Morag if they didn’t get the cow away quickly. Luckily, with two nude lovelies to follow, Morag began to move at something more than her earlier lazy stroll.

The grass on the strip was cut short, and succulent light green shoots rose optimistically after each pass of the mower. These were what Morag had sought, the shaggy darker blades either side of the runway would be sour by comparison. Luckily, the warm pink flesh before her stirred her bovine curiosity and she continued following it.

They still weren’t completely into the long grass when the engine noise abruptly stopped. Jiggles, Ally and Morag all turned to the silence in time to see the plane drop the last few feet to the turf. It bounced back up and, as it came down again, looked dangerously like it would heel over and dig its nose in. When the rear wheel thumped back down the plane slowed rapidly. It shimmied its way along the grass toward the girls. Jiggles and Ally instinctively clung to Morag, who had gone back to placid indifference. The plane swerved away from them at the last moment then performed a far from elegant pirouette into the long grass on the other side of the strip.

Morag emitted a low huff. Jiggles and Ally squealed with relief and did little jumps. They heard a “Yahoo!” and spotted Ginge belting down from the hangar. He was still rather excited, judging by the way little Ginge swung before him.

They let Morag go and she wandered off away from the commotion. The pilot of the aeroplane, who appeared untroubled by his close shave, had run through some post flight checks and was releasing his harness. Jiggles, Ally and Ginge walked over as he pushed back the canopy and climbed out on the far side of the aeroplane.

“I say, that was hairy.” the pilot’s voice preceded him around the front of the aeroplane, “I really must thank you chaps for….” The pilot stopped short as he looked up and found himself confronted by two naked beauties and a short, excited, ginger man. “Oh. I say. I’m not interrupting anything am I?”

The pilot wasn’t so tall- an inch or so higher than Ginge- but rather attractive. He looked awfully young, even with a thin moustache over thin lips. His slim face with well defined cheek bones. His outfit had the cut of a RAF uniform, without the rank insignia. His dark blonde hair was tousled and untidy where it had been messed up by his flying helmet.

The pilot looked from Jiggles to Ally to Ginge, eyeing them all up and down. He was trying not to be obvious, but failing. He clasped his hands together in front of himself, holding his flying helmet in front of his crotch to hide the bulge in his trousers and backed away a little. To distract him and make him less nervous Ally eagerly opined, “That was an awfully good landing, what with your engine troubles.”

“Oh I was just lucky it didn’t give up earlier. I shall have to call base to tell them I haven’t pranged her too badly. They can send the chaps out and I’ll be off your field in no time.” He spotted the hangar, seemingly for the first time. “Is this your field? Do you fly?”

“We are Jiggleswick Air.” Jiggles held out her hand. “I’m Veronica Jiggleswick. Jiggles to my friends.” She shook the young pilot’s hand so vigorously she became her nick-name made flesh.

“I erm, yes. Err Benjamin Sutherland the third. ‘Bendy’ to my chums.”

“Bendy?” enquired Ginge.

The flustered young pilot looked Ginge up and down again, his gaze lingering on the long, plump erection everyone knew as little Ginge. “Well, one did have a reputation at school.”

“For boys?” Ginge asked with a grin as the girls pouted.

“For being….” Bendy’s gaze moved to the girls. “flexible.” he announced, to smiles all around.

Ally and Ginge introduced themselves and the three gathered around Bendy, pressing naked skin up against the rough wool of his uniform. He had let his helmet drop to the grass, obviously no longer embarrassed by the bulge in his trousers, especially not when Jiggles and Ginge reached out to stroke it together.

Ally had been distracted by the sleek lines of the aeroplane. “I say, isn’t this one of those new Supermarine Spitfires?” she enquired, “I’ve been reading about these.”

Bendy was proud to show off his plane, hardly upset that it meant the naked people weren’t fawning over him any more. Jiggles, Ally and Ginge were obviously impressed by the power of the machine. The long, slim fuselage obviously had a phallic symbolism whilst the graceful curve of the wings was a feminine touch. In its own beautiful and deadly way it was the best of male and female, something the girls, Ginge and Bendy could all appreciate given their proclivities.

Bendy walked them around the plane, pointing out its many features. “It would have been a shame to lose this kite for some bally problem with the fuel lines.”

“I could sort that out in a jiffy.” Ginge offered, staring at the engine cowling with such lust that little Ginge reared up and twitched again.

“Sorry old chap, only the company’s mechanics are allowed under the hood right now. I should get on the blower to them and have them come down and fix her up.”

“I shall get the tractor and drag her up to the hangar.” Ginge offered with a sigh.

“And we shall take you to the telephone.” Jiggles announced. She and Ally hooked an arm each under Bendy’s elbows and led him off up the field.

Ginge looked up at the Spitfire and stroked one of the propeller blades. Little Ginge twitched and big Ginge sighed again. He followed Jiggles, Bendy and Ally up the strip, veering off as they neared the hangar.

In the office Jiggles lifted the telephone hand set and put it to her ear. She nodded. “Some times father’s pigeons roost on the wires and damage them. But not today it seems.”

Bendy sat at the desk and dialled. After a few rings there was an answer at the other end. Jiggles and Ally could only hear Bendy’s end of the conversation. “Hello there, Sutherland here… Why yes, I have had to put the kite down… No, just a fuel pump problem. Could some chaps come out to fix her?” Jiggles and Ally had each sat on the desk and raised a foot to rest on the arm of Bendy’s chair. Both let their other thigh spread wide, revealing their lower lips, pouting out of their pubic curls, plump and red.

Bendy looked from one pussy to the other, then up at breasts- Jiggles’ larger and curving up, Ally’s smaller and rounder, all with nipples poking out in anticipation. Then he looked at two lovely faces, each with a cheeky grin. He had stopped paying attention to the voice on the telephone, only remembering it when he heard a question from it. “Sorry sir?.. Oh. Oh no sir, actually there’s no need to send the lads out today. It’s so near the end of their shift, and I wouldn’t want to put them out.”

Jiggles and Ally shared a glance and a nod and simultaneously started tracing a finger down the other’s belly. The fingers played in pubic hair then teased at the warm lips of their labia. Bendy was turning a lovely shade of red as he tried to concentrate on the conversation on the telephone despite the distractions. “I doubt I’ll need a car either sir. The er…. erm…. the…..” Ally’s finger eased between Jiggles’ labia lips and slid inside her friend easily. Jiggles gave a happy, dirty giggle and returned the favour.
Theladiesherehavekindlyofferedtoletmestaythenight.” Bendy managed, adding, “I think.” when he looked up at Jiggles and Ally. They nodded assent. “Where? Oh, well, I landed at Jiggleswick Air’s strip and…” There was laughter down the telephone line, so loud even the girls could hear it. “Yes sir. Yes. I shall do my best. Thank you sir.” Bendy hung up. “The Old Man told me I should enjoy your generous hospitality. He said something about it being legendary?”

“Oh my.” Giggled Jiggles, “We’re getting a reputation.”

“Well, we should endeavour to live up to it. Bendy, would you be so good as to remove all your clothes then join us outside so you can roger Jiggles?”

“Why do I get to go first? Not that I’m complaining, of course.”

“You’re the boss, that’s just the way it is.”

Jiggles and Ally hopped off the desk and, leaving Bendy to his task, walked into the hangar. Ginge was opening the large doors, revealing the beautiful Spit as he did. There was just enough room in the hangar for both aeroplanes, so Ginge started bringing the prototype fighter in.

When the Spitfire was carefully, and very precisely, parked, nestled intimately up against the “Hooligan”, Ginge sped the little tractor out and took it around the side of the hangar. Jiggles and Ally started closing the doors. Ginge joined Ally pushing her door when he returned. Jiggles carried on pushing alone.

“May I help?” said someone to Jiggles’ left as something warm and smooth brushed against her naked thigh. She looked down at Bendy’s erection, proud and curving slightly as it rose from trimmed pubic hair. It was a little longer than little Ginge, which she flicked a comparative gaze at, but not as stout.


The doors moved closer then clanged together as they met. The four naked people mingled inside the closed hangar, excited but unsure of their next move. Jiggles reached down and stroked Bendy’s penis, appreciating its shape and size. He ran a hand over her breasts, tweaking their nipples and cupping them. Ally and Ginge stood back to watch. They weren’t inactive, however, Ally’s hand went to little Ginge and Ginge reached down to her warm lower lips.

Leading him by the penis, Jiggles walked with Bendy toward the Spitfire. The paint on the top of the wing had rubbed away where the pilots stepped on it to walk up to the cockpit. Jiggles sat on the trailing edge of the wing here and braced herself by grasping the entry to the cockpit. Bendy was, if anything, more excited at the prospect of making love to this beautiful woman atop the machine he loved. Jiggles beckoned Bendy forward with her free hand, taking hold of his erection and guiding it into her.

Bendy placed his hands either side of Jiggles’ head as he held the head of his penis just inside her. She grasped a taut firm buttock and urged him to push into her. He complied teasingly slowly, filling her and pleasing her. “Fly me Bendy! Fly me!” she called out.

Bendy finally sank all the way into Jiggles, loving the warm clasp of her vagina walls. They were slick with the excitement of the last half hour of action and Bendy moved back and forth with ease as he set up a rhythm. Jiggles sighed and cried with joy as Bendy’s magnificent erection moved inside her. She clasped him, and the Spitfire, tightly as she rapidly approached orgasm.

Ally and Ginge had moved around to the front of the wing. Leaning in the leading edge Ally looked down the slope of the wing at her friend’s ecstasy. Ally’s feet were planted shoulder width apart, though she was on tip toe. This was because Ginge was kneeling between her legs working two fingers in and out of her pussy. Her moans were just slightly out of time with those of Jiggles, so Ginge tried to move his fingers in time to Bendy’s thrusts. He could not quite get it right and, soon, the girls’ cries were alternating back and forth from the front of the wing to the rear.

Jiggles climaxed first, crying out, “Yes! Yes! YES!!!!” so loud it shook dust from the rafters. She wrapped her arms tight around Bendy. He lost his footing and they both slid down the wing and landed in a pile on the floor. Jiggles flung her head back and alternated giggles and happy sighs. Bendy had popped out of Jiggles and now lay on the floor, his rock hard erection glistening with Jiggles’s juices. Ally, on the verge of her own orgasm, was fascinated by Bendy’s slick organ. Staring at it, she grasped Ginge’s hair and urged him on. Ginge was enthralled by Bendy’s hard on as well. Little Ginge strained for attention as he pumped two fingers in and out of Ally’s tightening warm slick pussy.

Ally had hooked her arms over the top of the wing’s leading edge and now they held her up as her legs went weak and shivered with her building climax. Her breath was coming in pants as she drew closer to orgasm. When she came Ally’s thighs clasped Ginge’s hand tight. Her legs couldn’t hold her weight at all any more and as she let go of the wing Ginge caught her with his free hand.

The girls lay in sated heaps on the floor. After a while Ally dragged her way to the landing gear and hugged the wheel. Ginge and Bendy looked at each other, then at each others’ erections, and smiled. “Oooh, do you boys want to get to know each other better?” Jiggles asked with a smile.

“I say so.” Bendy announced, “It has been a while since I got to play with a stick.”

“Well, if you will just help me up we have camp beds in the back.”

Bendy stood and offered his hand to Jiggles. Ginge helped Ally up and the four of them walked to the door at the back of the hangar.

The quarters at the rear of the hangar weren’t intended for four people, unless they planned to become very intimate. So it was a bonus that this was the very intention Jiggles, Ally, Ginge and Bendy had. When they had closed the door behind them Ginge and the girls crowded around Bendy. Ginge looked down at Bendy’s still hard cock, coated in Jiggles’ juices. “That must be awfully sensitive.” he opined, “Surely you’re close to coming.”

“Very close.” Bendy admitted with a sharp intake of breath as Ginge squeezed his erection.

Ginge smiled and sank to his knees before Bendy. With cheeky giggles Jiggles and Ally knelt down on either side of Ginge.

Ginge ran his tongue up the underside of Bendy’s hard on, eliciting a happy murmur of “Oh my.” from the airman. Jiggles and Ally each took one of Bendy’s balls gently between their lips, making him shiver. Ginge closed his lips over the head of Bendy’s cock and swirled his tongue around it. This was all that was needed. “I’m going to come!” ejaculated Bendy, as he ejaculated.

Ginge swallowed a lot of the semen which issued forth from Bendy, but sportingly allowed a small amount to escape his lips and dribble down Bendy’s hard on for Jiggles and Ally to lick up. They guided Bendy back to the nearest camp bed and let him sit down. They sat in a semi circle on the floor before him, legs spread, watching him as he recovered. “Would you like me to bugger you?” Ginge asked matter of factly.

“I very much would.” admitted Bendy, “But let me recover a little first.”

Bendy’s erection had hardly subsided. Indeed, it started to rise again as Ally put forward her ideas for the plan of action. She would lie on the camp bed and welcome Bendy into her then, when he was well placed, Ginge could enter Bendy’s fundament. Jiggles wandered over to the table and picked up the ivory dildo, taking it to sit in one of the deckchairs which was considered spare seating. “And I shall watch.” she announced.

As Ally and Bendy kissed, and Ally stroked Bendy’s hard on and started guiding it into her, Ginge went to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a jar of cream he kept for just such occasions. It would lubricate and ease his way into Bendy.

Ally lay back on the camp bed, her knees hooked over the edges of its frame and her feet on the floor. She had Bendy’s magnificent erection in one hand and was guiding it toward the pussy lips she kept open with the other. He sank into her and they both made low ‘Ooooh’ noises. As Ginge drew closer they both looked at him eagerly.

Ginge could just get onto the camp bed behind Bendy. He stroked each of the airman’s firm buttocks as they moved back toward him. As Bendy thrust back into Ally, Ginge dipped a finger into the cream. Liberally coated, Ginge’s forefinger hovered over Bendy’s arse as the pilot held himself deep inside Ally. He pushed it in and Bendy hissed, more at the chill of the cream than the invading finger.

Ginge worked his finger in and out of Bendy’s tight sphincter, and the young airman began moving in response. Ally groaned her appreciation of the grinding of Bendy’s pubic bone against her mons and the gentle movements of his big penis deep inside her. Ginge removed his finger long enough to load it with yet more cream and pushed two fingers into Bendy. The pilot responded by making his thrusts into Ally longer, though they were still slow and measured.

Watching from her deck chair, Jiggles had her legs spread wide. Her left hand was running up and down the lips of her labia, slicking her natural lubrication along them. Her right hand held the ivory dildo just away from them, teasing herself with the smooth white shaft. She watched as Ginge pulled his fingers from Bendy and presented his cream covered penis to the puckered hole. Bendy held himself perfectly still, Ally clasping his buttocks and pulling them apart. As little Ginge nudged inquisitively at Bendy’s sphincter then pushed more forcefully in Jiggles slid the dildo into herself.

Ginge pressed into Bendy, parting the relaxed but still tight sphincter. Bendy’s moan grew in intensity the more of his back passage Ginge filled, until he let out a “Ha!” as little Ginge’s head passed the ring of muscle. Bendy sank into Ally, and she let out her own sigh, then Ginge pushed as deep into him as he could get. Jiggles held the ivory dildo deep inside herself.

They all stayed frozen in their positions for a while, getting used to the intensity of the feelings. Then, slowly, Ginge began pulling out of Bendy. Bendy tried to follow Ginge, keeping little Ginge inside him for as long as possible, but could only go so far as he wanted to stay in Ally, who was making a sad little sound at losing him. When Bendy stopped moving Ginge carried on until the head of his penis was just inside the ring of Bendy’s sphincter, then he started pushing back in. Bendy started moving as well and both Ally and he made happy sounds as they were filled again.

Jiggles couldn’t match the self control of the lovers she was watching and began pumping the dildo in and out with a steady rhythm.

Bendy let Ginge’s thrusts control his rhythm within Ally. She grabbed the young airman’s hair and pulled him down for a kiss. Ginge’s thrusts were speeding up. Bendy stopped moving, except as Ginge’s groin pushed him, and held on tight to the camp bed frame.

Jiggles was the first to come. She bit on the fingers of her left hand, trying to keep from making a noise which might distract her friends. Ally sensed her bosom buddy’s orgasm as much as heard it, and it tipped her over the edge. Feeling Ally climaxing under him Bendy tensed and pumped semen into her with a cry. Ginge thrust a few more times before he too loosed his load.

After a while they untangled themselves and sat around enjoying the warmth of the late afternoon. Every so often one of them would reach out to stroke the nearest piece of naked skin. “I say,” announced Bendy, “that was the most incredible ride. I must thank you for your hospitality.”

“It is our pleasure.” announced Jiggles. “We like to show our appreciation for you brave chaps who are helping build these new and exciting aircraft.”

“We would really like to fly them ourselves of course.” Ally opined.

“Maybe one day, chaps. If you’re as skilled and enthusiastic in your flying as you are in your lovemaking it would be a waste to keep you out of these machines.” Bendy had a wistful look. Perhaps he was imagining himself in charge of a flight of luscious buxom pilots backed up by well hung ground crew.

“We should put our clothes back on and retire to the hall.” Jiggles announced. “We can bathe and freshen up and get ourselves something to eat.”

“And then the guest room is large and in the opposite wing to where Jiggles’s parents reside.” Ally added.

* * *

The next day a team of mechanics arrived in a well used Morris lorry. As they pulled the Spitfire from the hangar and checked its fuel lines, Ginge hovered around trying to get a glimpse at the aeroplane’s monster engine and itching to ask questions about all the components.

Jiggles, Ally and Bendy watched the work from their seats in front of the hangar, sipping on iced tea. When the work was finished and the aeroplane was ready for take off, Bendy demurely kissed Jiggles and Ally on the cheek. As the mechanics were sat on their lorry watching he opted to give Ginge a firm handshake.

Jiggles, Ally and Ginge watched Bendy go through pre-flight checks and fire up the engine. The Spitfire taxied to the end of the runway, powered down the short cut grass and made a clean take off. As soon as the aeroplane’s wheels were off the ground the mechanics were in the Morris and driving away.

The beautiful plane banked gracefully over the village and lined up for a pass along the runway. As he approached the hangar Bendy performed a perfect aileron roll then waggled his wings at the crowd below who had been his lovers the night before. Then he pulled back on the stick and climbed sharply before banking again and heading off toward his base airfield.

Jiggles sighed as the plane receded, not just remembering the lovemaking of the night before but vowing that one day she too would fly one of those glorious aeroplanes.

“Well that broke up the monotony.” Ginge dead panned with a grin. “What shall we do now?”

“You have to get to work on Bertie. Ally and I have some underclothes to try on.”

If you enjoyed this, don’t forget that the next adventure for Jiggles and her chums is Jiggles and the Archaeologists, available from Smashwords and Amazon, or get The Adventures of Jiggles, collection 1 (Smashwords, Amazon), which has Jiggles and the Test Pilot, Jiggles and the Archaeologists, and Jiggles and the Flying Boats, all in one.

Sample Scene – Double Booked

Double Booked is available from Amazon.

Naomi couldn’t possibly have heard their whispered conversation. Perhaps the kiss gave away more than Gabrielle had thought. Or, maybe, her friend was thinking much the same thing. She sprang up from the bed, and skipped to the couch. “You know, we were looking forward to our separate rooms. Sex in a strange bed is so much fun. If you two are as horny as we are, I bet you’re frustrated right now. Am I right?”

Gabrielle couldn’t help but nod. William turned a sheepish smile toward Naomi. On the bed, James had sat up, and was watching his wife, unsure whether to be embarrassed that she’d brought the subject up, or amused at her forthrightness.

“That’s what I thought. Well, it’s still early. How about we take it in turns to…. use the facilities, before we get down to arranging something to eat? Toss a coin for it?” Naomi suggested.
As no-one offered a counter argument, Naomi fished out a two pound coin, and balanced it on a finger and thumb, ready to toss it. “Heads or tails?” she asked Gabrielle and William.

“Heads.” said William, when Gabrielle shrugged.

They all watched the coin arc up through the air. Almost too high, it started falling again just before it reached the ceiling. Naomi tried to catch it, missed, and dropped to her knees to search for it under the couch. Gabrielle, William and James all moved over to watch. After a moment of trying to reach under the couch, Naomi gave up, and pushed it forwards.

“Heads it is.” she announced, not sounding at all disappointed. “We’ll go and shop, or get some drinks in. You call us when you’re done, and you can bring us the keys. Let’s see…. Oh, yes. If you leave a wet spot, you’re sleeping in it.”

Naomi led James out of the apartment. As he was dragged away, he offered a smile and a shrug.

They could hear Naomi and James’ footsteps as they went down the first flight of stairs, then they became much less distinct. William turned the latch to lock the door, just in case. “So…?” He recognised Gabrielle’s expression when he turned back to her, and didn’t need to say or ask anything else.

She stepped up to him, pressing him back against the door, and kissed him as passionately as she had wanted to before. Their lips bumped hard against each other, and their tongues fought and probed. Her hands found their way inside his shirt and pressed against his chest. His right knee came forward and up, and she parted her legs to grind her crotch against his thigh.

William’s hands went to Gabrielle’s buttocks, pulling her in and helping her grind. When her hands worked their way down again, they parted just enough to be able to reach the buttons on the fronts of their jeans. Taking tentative, probing steps backwards, she led him toward the couch. Stopping when the backs of her calves were both pressed up against it, she returned to the important task of getting him out of his jeans.

With the front of William’s jeans open, Gabrielle fought with his boxers, trying to release his erection. She finally managed to get trousers and underwear halfway down his thighs, and was rewarded by the feel of his hard shaft in her hands.

William had his thumbs inside the waistbands of Gabrielle’s jeans and her knickers. He pushed them down, revealing the top of her neatly trimmed pubic hair.

Gabrielle let William’s erection go, laughing a little as she straightened up. He knelt before her, tugging the denim and cotton down as quickly as he could. He had to pull her shoes off before he could get her out of her jeans and toss them aside. While he was doing this, she tugged off her top and unfastened her blouse. When he stood up again, William was still, technically, fully clothed, whilst Gabrielle wore only her bra.

“Here. I want to do it right here.” Gabrielle announced, when William made to lead her to the bed. She turned around and bent over the back of the couch, placing her hands on the cushions. William wasn’t going to argue with this suggestion.

Pushing his jeans a little further down, he placed himself behind Gabrielle. Bending his knees, he guided his erection toward her. Two fingers probed out ahead of it. They found the wet lips of her sex, and slid between them. She was very turned on, wet with her excitement. The fingers guided his erection into her.

With one hand on the back of the couch, and the other releasing Gabrielle’s bra, William thrust into her. When he was as deep as he could get, she straightened her legs a little to change the angle he entered at. He pulled out, and then gave another, experimental, thrust into her. She nodded eagerly. He was stimulating the bits she wanted stimulated.

Now, William’s hand sneaked around to cup one of Gabrielle’s full, firm breasts as it swayed back and forth with his movements. It was an awkward contortion and, as much as they both enjoyed it, he had to let go, and brace himself properly as he sped up his thrusts.

Gabrielle grunted with each thrust. Her tone changed as she became even more excited, the pitch rising until she was practically squealing with pleasure. She dropped her face into the cushions of the couch, and William bent all the way over with her, so that he could kiss her shoulders as his thrusts became shorter and harder to control. She cried out her orgasm, and he felt her muscles squeezing him as it pulsed through her.

With the added stimulation of a climaxing lover, it wasn’t long before William felt the contractions at the base of his shaft, and the warm beats of pleasure emanating out through his body. His whole body jerked as he pumped the first spurt of semen deep inside Gabrielle.

Even as the after shocks still shivered through them, Gabrielle pushed herself up from the couch, and they both climbed down to the floor behind it. William was still inside her, just, and they lay spooned together on the floor.

“I told you I was turned on.” Gabrielle said. She punctuated the end of her statement with a sigh, as William’s softening shaft finally slipped out of her.

“You did.” William kissed her cheek and nose, urging her to twist her head so he could plant his lips squarely on hers. “Give me a few minutes, and we can go again.”

“Oh god, that is so tempting. But, no. We’ve got to let James and Naomi have their naughty time.”

“I suppose so. Share the shower? Have we left a wet patch?”

The first question didn’t need answering. Considering the second, as she pulled herself up, Gabrielle said, “No-one’s sleeping on the floor tonight. We might end up on the couch, but not the floor.”

Sample Scene- Jet Lag

Jet Lag is book 3 in the Neighbours & Lovers series. It is available from Amazon.

Megumi had a big towel wrapped around herself like a dress which came down to just below her knees. It was tucked into itself at the front, looking like the slightest tug would release it. She walked to her space in front of the television and beamed down at them.

“I feel so much better now.” Megumi fluffed up her hair, which was still wet and plastered to her head. “Now, what shall we be doing to keep me from sleeping?”

“Surely we shall be doing each other.” Cassie answered. Megumi shook her head, as if disappointed, when she realised that was an awful pun.

“This is much more the way I am used to seeing you on screen. But I am higher up than the normal view. The camera is about here.” She held her hand at about the height of her navel. “I feel that I am towering over you, up here.” This made her giggle, knowing she was still shorter than them. Coming back from that distraction, she asked, “Would you like to see all of me?”

Of course they would. They nodded eagerly. “I had hoped that would be so.”

Megumi teased fingers along the top of the towel, until she found the edge where it folded over and held itself in place. Tugging at it, she worked it loose, then pulled slowly, until she reached the point of no return, and the makeshift robe dropped to the floor.

She clasped her hands behind her back again, and studied their reactions, hoping they liked what they saw.

They loved what they saw. Noel had long described Megumi as, physically, a scaled down version of Cassie. They had a very similar body shape, with shapely legs, a light curve to the waist, and small, wonderful breasts. Megumi’s skin tone was a warm, light brown, flushed a little darker than normal by the warmth of the shower and sexual excitement. Her belly had a seductive slight roundness to it, curving in toward her crotch.

Cassie noticed what was different from the last time they had seen Megumi on the television screen. She pointed at the skin at the bottom of Megumi’s belly, just above the narrow, neat lit of her sex. “You’ve shaved.”

Megumi couldn’t keep her hands still now, and brushed fingertips across the naked skin where there had been pubic hair before. “Do you like it? I so liked your sexy paipan that I wanted to have my own.”

“Oh, goodness, yes. I want to rub mine against yours. That is hot.” Cassie had reached down, and was stroking the thin material of her knickers over her own shaved crotch.

Noel lifted the waistband of his boxer shorts and gazed inside theatrically. “I’ve only trimmed mine, not shaved it. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Perhaps I can shave it for you. If you trust me enough.” Megumi had taken the two steps necessary to stand right in front of them, legs touching legs.

“When you’re fully recovered from jet lag, I may take you up on that offer.” Noel told her. He reached up, and she took his hand, knowing he would pull her down onto his and Cassie’s laps.

She landed with a happy squeal, and quickly squirmed around until she had her butt on Noel’s lap, and her arms around Cassie’s neck, moving in for a kiss.

Noel had a moment where he couldn’t believe this was really happening. He had his girlfriend to his left, who was kissing, and playing with the breasts of, a woman he had only ever seen on a screen before a few hours earlier. That small and sexy woman had her firm butt neatly nestled between his thighs. He touched her knee, and ran his hand along her thigh, to double check she was really there.

Megumi’s thighs parted. She stretched her legs as far apart as possible in her position, right foot on the arm of the couch, left on the floor. She shivered as Noel’s hand moved to the inside of her thigh, and closer to her crotch. She was definitely real, Noel decided.

He had touched her by proxy during their video chats. She had toys that stood in for him, and she would use them to mimic what Noel and Cassie were doing. Now he had his hands on her for real. Was this as good for her as it was for him? She shifted, trying to lift her crotch up toward his probing fingers. Yes, it was at least as good for her as for him.

Doubly good, possibly. Megumi was getting to touch two people she had loved from the other side of the world for the first time. Noel moved his hand lower, until the fingertips touched the darker skin of her labia. He saw the lips split as he pressed a little lower, and found her warm and wet.

Noel was barely a knuckle length inside Megumi when shivers ran through her. Her lips parted from Cassie’s so that she could loudly voice the pleasure she was feeling.
An orgasm that had started building in Tokyo found its release in shakes and sobs. Cassie and Noel held her just tightly enough to let her ride the climax without throwing herself to the floor. As it subsided, she kissed all over Cassie’s face. When she pulled back, there were tears on her cheeks.

“Are you okay, darling?” Cassie asked, cradling Megumi’s chin.

Megumi wiped the tears away and nodded. “I have been waiting to be with you for so long now. It was an emotional moment for me.”

“And for us.” Noel told her. He hugged her right leg and kissed her knee.

Sample Scene- Portrait

Here’s a snippet from Portrait, book 2 in the Neighbours and Lovers series, which is available from Amazon.

Mark had sat down again. Nicky quickly drained her wine, and held her glass out for him to refill. “No, it’s a lovely idea. I’m here now, anyway. Why don’t we give it a go. I should do some studies for the jungle picture anyway, and you’d have to take your clothes off for them.”

She definitely got braver with alcohol in her. That wasn’t a suggestion she would have made a glass earlier. Mark and Eleanor grinned back as she looked from side to side at them.

“Me first, then. I’ve run out of wine. I should get naked before I’m allowed a refill.” Eleanor said. She pushed herself up from the couch, wobbling a little when upright. “Yes, I definitely need some time out before I have any more wine. Can you help me out of this.” She indicated the zip that ran down the back of her dress.

Nicky looked at Mark, expecting the request to have been aimed at him. He held up his glass and the wine bottle with a sort of shrug, indicating that his hands were full. He immediately made that a lie when he wedged the bottle between his thighs again, and offered to take Nicky’s glass.

Was she being steered into this, directed through the script of Mark and Eleanor’s fantasy? It was possible, but it also seemed that they were feeling their way through this, just the same as she was. They were testing the limits, seeing what they, as well as she, were willing to do. And she wanted to go along with that, because she kept passing what she would have thought were her limits.

Standing behind the taller woman, Nicky took a moment to calm the shiver of nervousness in her hands. She reached up, and plucked at the end of the zip. Pulling it slowly but firmly, she released the little catches one by one, exposing Eleanor’s skin.

Reaching a black bra strap, Nicky slowed. For her, this had now moved to another level. It had become easier to talk about this gorgeous woman getting naked for her, but the vision of underwear signalled that it was about to become a reality. After all the time she had fantasised about it, what was she going to do when she finally saw her old boss with no clothes on? She picked up the pace of release, determined to find out.

When the zip reached its final teeth, Nicky faltered for a moment before releasing it. “Would you do the bra strap whilst you’re there?” Eleanor asked.

Nicky took hold of either side of the strap, moving them together until she felt the change in the tension of the elastic. When she let them go, the hooks and eyes had separated, and the bra released.

Eleanor reached up to stroke the dress from her shoulders. Nicky wanted to stay and watch, but forced herself to walk over to the table, where she had left her bag of art kit. Whilst she was there, she slid the pirate picture back into the folio. She put the bag on the table, opening it to check the contents. She picked out her pencil tin and the smaller of her sketching pads. Only then did she turn to look at Eleanor again.

Eleanor was naked, and just as glorious a sight as Nicky had hoped. She had long, shapely legs, a flat, toned stomach, and perfect breasts. They were full and firm, with just the slightest sag tilting the nipples up to point at the ceiling. Eleanor was fussing with her hair, lifting the lovely globes up to emphasise their attributes.

Nicky’s eyes travelled back down Eleanor’s body, over her belly, past the long, slim navel, to the neatly cropped pubic hair. She didn’t stare any more, resisting the urge to seek out the lips under that hair. She didn’t need to see Eleanor’s sex, she lied to herself.

Eleanor clasped her hands behind her back, thrusting her chest out again. “Am I okay? Do I pass muster as a model?”

“Perfect.” said Nicky, so quietly, she wasn’t sure she could be heard. “Perfect. Just what any artist could want.”

“Should I take my clothes off as well?” Mark asked. Nicky had forgotten he was there.

“Yes. We can do some couples poses. Life drawing is always just one person. I think your idea was really good. Let’s do that.” Nicky caught herself before she rattled on any more.

Mark had already put the wine bottle and glasses aside, as if it hadn’t already been obvious he was lying about his hands being full. He bounced from the seat, taking Eleanor in his arms to kiss her before starting his own strip.

To keep herself from staring, Nicky hurried over to her old seat, and started sorting pencils from her tin. That distraction didn’t last long, and she looked up to find Mark mooning her as he pushed trousers and boxers down his legs. She bit her lip, and glanced at Eleanor, who was smiling as her eyes danced back and forth between the action and reaction of her husband’s disrobing.

“How do you want us?” Eleanor asked, as Mark fought with his shoes.

“Um…. I…. think…. I think I’d like you standing together, fairly relaxed, but like you’re about to kiss. Just moving in, but your lips not quite touching.” That was what Nicky wanted to see, as much as what she wanted to draw. The two were the same, really. “I think that’s….” Mark had turned around, and Nicky had glanced his way, drawn by the movement.

Eleanor looked for the cause of Nicky’s sudden silence. Guessing it involved her husband, she looked down. “Oh dear.”

“I did say it would turn me on.” Mark explained. He made no move to hide his erection. In fact, he placed his hands on his hips and straightened his back, making it more prominent. “I can put it away, if you’d like.”

That sounded like a dare to Nicky. Would she make him put his boxers back on? If they hadn’t talked about this, and he hadn’t hinted it might happen- if someone had just turned around and exposed themselves to her- she would have been straight out the door. Maybe she would have paused long enough to slap them and make sure she had all her things, but that was all. This was different, though.

“Most models don’t get excited when they’re posing. It’s been a while since I saw…. that.” Had that sounded like self pity? She hoped not. “Could I draw it? Later?” She remembered the large cock she kept in her dirty art box. Perhaps it was time for it to have a friend.

“If it’s still around later. Now, how did you say you wanted us?” Mark moved over to his wife’s side and rested a hand on her waist. They turned to each other, she twining her fingers into those of his other hand. His erection wedged between them, and they both looked down for a moment and grinned.

That was almost the pose Nicky wanted to see. Putting her pencils aside, she stood. Without really thinking about it, she laid hands on their backs, and guided them closer. When she remembered she was handling naked people, she let go quickly. More tentatively, she took their arms and moved them together by manipulating them.

“There. Now, move your heads closer. Tilt them. That’s it. Open lips, like you’re about to kiss. Perfect. Can you hold that pose?”

Another #NaNoWriMo17 sample

The target for National Novel Writing Month is 50,000 words, and it looks like I should hit that with a day (maybe two) to spare. I’ve not been working on a novel, but two novellas, a short, and sundry outlines for future stories. In the spirit of NaNoWriMo, none of them were stories I had worked on before November 1st.

Here’s a bit from the second of the novellas, writtem a couple of days ago-

Naomi made a little squeal-cum-giggle, and covered her breasts with her forearms, as if suddenly coy. She watched, head darting back and forth, as James came to kneel before her, and William went around behind and gently slid his thumbs under the waistband of her jeans. She gulped in a little breath, and tried to hold it to keep from shivering.

James released the button on the front of Naomi’s jeans with a practised move of thumb and fingers. Then he found the zip, and tugged it down, slowly. Like Gabrielle, Naomi couldn’t watch what was happening below her waist, so she looked at her friend instead. Both of them found their lips parting, as if puckering up for a kiss.

With the zip undone, William pushed Naomi’s jeans down her thighs. Then James took over, and he rested his hands on her waist to support her. She wobbled whilst James struggled getting her foot out of a jeans leg, and William’s erection rubbed across the skin of her back. Her wide eyes were so comical that Gabrielle had to put a hand over her mouth to smother the laugh.

James remembered that he had an audience, and moved aside enough for Gabrielle to get a look. The skimpy thong that barely covered Naomi was a white that nearly disappeared against her pale skin. Gabrielle’s gaze flicked from the narrow triangle of cotton to William’s face. He glanced down, raising his eyebrows cartoonishly at the sight of the string that was the back of the underwear.

“Still not naked.” Gabrielle pointed out.

“Well, we’ll see about that.” James said. Standing, he slipped his right hand inside the front of the thong, as if ready to tug it down. But then he twisted his hand around, moving it even lower. He was still far enough to the side that Gabrielle could see as he bent two fingers, and they slipped into Naomi.

Naomi tried to move up and away from the fingers entering her, lifting up until she was on tiptoe. “Not fair.” she squeaked. “Not fair. No, just there. That’s it.” She settled back onto the flats of her feet, and grabbed James’ upper arms for support.

“Quick, while she’s distracted, get her knickers off.” James told William, barely able to contain his laughter.

William pinched the narrow waistband of the thong, and quickly drew it down to the floor. Then he moved around to stand beside Gabrielle and watch.

Naomi buried her head against James’ shoulder. As his fingers moved in and out, she said, “That’s…. So…. This. Is. Too…. Distracting.”

“Sorry. I’ll stop.” James did just that, and stepped aside.

“Bastard.” Naomi held her hands out for balance, and slowly composed herself. “Naked now.” she pronounced. “That was awfully rude of James, getting in the way of your view like that.”

“Not half as rude as stopping was.” William said.

Gabrielle had bee looking her friend’s sexy trim body up and down, finally closing in on a detail she had glanced past several times. “You shaved.” she said, surprise, and a little awe, in her tone. She stepped forward and, without really thinking about it, reached out to stroke across the exposed skin on Naomi’s mons. “It’s so smooth. And sexy. Is it hard work to keep it that smooth?”

“I have to run a razor over it almost every time I’m in the shower. But it is sexy, isn’t it?”

“Sexy. And smooth, all the way down to….” Gabrielle pulled her fingers away before they started working their way down. She turned to William. “What do you say? Should I do this?”

William looked from Gabrielle’s face to her crotch, with its neatly trimmed patch of thick hair, to Naomi’s hairless crotch. He nodded eagerly. When he finally found his voice again, he added, “You should definitely give it a try.”

Gabrielle wrapped her arms around William’s neck and pulled him close for a kiss. She pressed her body against his, squeezing his erection between them. “When we get home.” she told him. “Maybe you can help.” His hands clasped her buttocks, pulling them closer still together.

“I think it’s time for bed.” Naomi announced.

“Did we work out who was sleeping on the couch?” Gabrielle asked.

“No-one’s sleeping on the couch, silly. We’re all sleeping in the bed.” Naomi hooked an arm through James’, and offered the other hand to Gabrielle, as she headed for the bed.

Their tread slowed as the neared the step up to the bed. When they came to a halt, Naomi looked at Gabrielle. “I’m really horny right now.”

“Me too.”

“What about the boys?” Naomi wondered. She reached back and found James’ erection, squeezing it. “What a silly question. Of course they’re horny. You two wait here a moment.”

Naomi led Gabrielle up onto the bed section of the room, then guided her around to the opposite side. Gabrielle caught on quickly, and grabbed the top edge of the duvet and sheet that covered the bed. She and Naomi pulled them all the way down to the foot of the bed. Then they each lay down on their side of the bed and gestured for their lovers.

Gabrielle reached out a hand, and Naomi took it, giving a little squeeze. It felt perfectly natural for the two of them to be naked on the bed, side by side, ready to make love with their partners. At the same time, it was very strange, not the way any of them had expected their Friday night to end.

James and William joined them on the bed, and the erotic charge was incredible. Naomi and Gabrielle each reached their free hand up to their lovers. James caught Naomi’s hand, and kissed her wrist, working his way down to her elbow as he placed himself between her legs. Seeing this, William copied, carrying his kisses on to Gabrielle’s breasts, then her neck and, finally her lips.

Naomi and Gabrielle reached down, finding their lovers’ erections. Still holding hands, they seemed to be in harmony, trying to reach important points at the same time.

James and William were each poised with the heads of their cocks nestling in the labia of their lovers, waiting to enter them. They paused, holding back until they got the nod.

“Ready?” Naomi asked.

“Ready.” Gabrielle replied.
They let go of each other’s hand, and grasped the arms of the men above them. “I want to make love now.” Naomi announced.

William and James pushed forwards, pressing into Gabrielle and Naomi. Each sneaked a look across, to check the other’s form, before giving salutary nods and returning all their attention to their lovers.

It was impossible for any of them to forget there was another couple on the bed with them, making love within touching distance. A couple who were able to watch what they were doing and, no doubt, willing to be watched in return. Neither Gabrielle nor Naomi could always be certain that the woman they heard crying and moaning was themselves or their friend.

This wasn’t a competition. It wasn’t about who could come first, or last longest. It only mattered that each couple were enjoying themselves, and could be sure of the other couple’s joy as well. Naomi lifted her legs up, and James pinned them to her sides with his arms, changing the way that he thrust in and out of her, and pushing her body all over the bed. Gabrielle, meanwhile, had her legs straight and flat and quite close together, moving William up, so that his erection held long and exquisite contact with her clitoris throughout its movements.

Though they took different paths to climax, they all approached it at nearly the same time. Gabrielle’s cries of pleasure stirred memories for Naomi, which excited her in turn. She reached out again, and found Gabrielle’s hand waiting for hers.

As they came, singing a duet of ecstatic cries, James and William, too, reached the final, short strokes before orgasm. “Yes! Fuck, yes!” James voiced for both of them. He stopped moving, holding himself in place as pulses of pleasure pumped semen into Naomi. A few short, sharp thrusts later, William was ejaculating as well.

They couldn’t have guessed that they would all come together. But it was so perfect, it was the only possible conclusion to their evening. James and William planted little kisses on their lovers’ faces as they came down, hugging them tight. A few minutes later, they reached down to draw the sheets back up, and drifted off to sleep in the warm afterglow of love making.

Here’s another #NaNoWriMo2017 snippet for you

I’ve been so busy writing for NaNoWriMo, that I’ve forgotten to post any snippets. So here’s one for you.

Noel woke to fingers wrapped around his morning erection. Which was always a good way to wake up. A soft cheek rubbed against the skin of his shoulder, and small breasts pressed against his arm.

For a moment, Noel wasn’t sure who it was that was cuddled up to him. Somehow, he knew it wasn’t Cassie, but couldn’t remember why. Opening one eye, he looked up at the ceiling.

How he could have forgotten Megumi was a mystery. He allowed himself a little smile. Megumi had fallen asleep between Cassie and him, and now she was waking at the same time as him.

“Good morning.” Megumi said, having spotted Noel’s smile and open eye.


Carefully, trying not to disturb Cassie, Megumi pulled herself up and onto Noel’s chest. His erection was squashed between their bellies, and she stretched her legs out on top of his, as far as they would go.

“I could not have hoped for a better welcome to Britain. I am so glad that I finally was able to touch the two of you.” Megumi whispered.

“And everything else.” Noel’s hands found Megumi’s buttocks, cupping and squeezing them.

“And everything else.” She kissed his chin.

Cassie made a strange snorting noise, that became a sort of whistle. Megumi and Noel looked across at her. “She doesn’t believe that she snores.” Noel said.

“Was that snoring? Does it count? Ah, but look at her. She is so beautiful.”

“She is gorgeous, and incredible in so many ways. We are lucky to have her.”

“I am lucky to have both of you.” Megumi kissed his chin again. “Do you always wake up excited?”

“Most mornings, I have to admit.”

“Sometimes I wake up horny. If I am lucky, I have the time to…. Make the most of it.” Megumi wiggled her butt, rolling Noel’s erection between them.

Cassie snorted again. Megumi and Noel looked at her. She didn’t seem to be waking up, just sort of snoring.

“I have woken up horny. And I have this lovely penis with which to satisfy myself. But I would not feel it is acceptable if Cassandra does not know about it. It would be like cheating.” Megumi said, speaking half into Noel’s chest.

“Are you saying we should wake her up?”

“No. No, that would be unfair. Let me simply lie here like this until she wakes.”

“I am awake.” Cassie said, though they weren’t completely convinced. “If you two are horny, you should go for it.” She reached out a hand, patting the way across the mattress until she found them. “And I don’t snore.”

“Of course you don’t, darling.” Noel moved his hands around until they were under Megumi’s thighs. He lifted her up, and she gave a little gasp-cum-giggle at finding her butt up in the air. She spread her legs and opened up. He didn’t have to say a word for her to know she should reach down and take hold of him.

With Megumi guiding him into place, Noel let her down again, a little bit at a time. The head of his erection found the edges of her labia, and she pressed it up at them, directing it. The lips parted, and Noel felt the warmth enveloping him. She was very horny, he realised, as his length slid easily into her.

With a little bit of wiggling, Megumi settled into position with Noel inside her. She brought her legs back up to rest atop his again, squeezing him in a delightful way. She kissed his chin again, then lifted a little so that their lips met.

Cassie yawned, and rolled onto her side, facing them. Her eyes were half open, the lids still sleepy, but her smile was fully awake. She was watching them now, perhaps they should do something.

With his hands under her thighs again, Noel lifted Megumi slightly off him. He rocked his hips back and forth, making small, but very pleasant, movements inside her. She clasped his shoulders, and started lifting herself out of his hands at the bottom of each of his mini thrusts. She brought her knees further up his thighs, tilting her hips to change the angle he entered her at. The range of their actions was still small, but he was putting exquisite pressure on her clitoris for the whole of it.

Megumi moved faster as she grew more excited. When she decided the position wasn’t going to work to take her all the way, she pushed herself up from Noel’s chest, and dropped her legs from his to spread on the mattress. Sitting up, she rotated her hips, and moved them back and forth, until she had him as far inside her as he could go.

Staring down at Noel, Megumi had a little smile. It was almost shy. She held her position for a while, steepled fingers just touching his chest as her confidence grew until it showed in her expression. Then she carefully, slowly raised herself up.

In their video sessions, they had seen Megumi do all manner of sexy things. One that she had enjoyed enough to keep coming back to involved her favourite dildo and a firm bolster pillow. She would strap the dildo to the pillow so that it pointed straight up, then sit on it and ride it until she was crying out ecstatic obscenities. When asked whether she was copying her favourite real life position, she had blushed and said she had never felt confident enough with a man to try it out.

But now she was riding Noel much like she did the bolster. She let herself drop back down, and he rammed up inside her. She made sounds that might be words, or could just be randomly connected syllables. Lifting herself up again, she lanced down at Cassie, who had also recognised the significance of the position. They shared huge grins before Megumi dropped down once more.

As Megumi got used to the feeling and the movement, she became smoother and a little faster. Noel sneaked a hand down to rest on his stomach, and extended searching fingers. He found the perfect spot for a probing knuckle to stimulate Megumi’s clitoris as it moved up and down. She slowed for a moment, almost too excited, then adjusted her angle and rhythm to get the most from the touch.

Megumi was crying out with pleasure almost all the way through each cycle up and down. The tumble of words and sounds rolled together until she ground down against Noel with a long squeal. She dropped forward onto his chest, her hips still making little jerks in time to the pulse of her orgasm.

He was close to climax as well. Wrapping arms around her, he held her tight as he began the little thrusts with his hips again. They were soon happening with a ragged tempo, until he pressed up against her, and pulled her down to him, and pumped semen deep inside her.

“Now, there’s a sight to start the day with.” Cassie said as her two lovers lay panting in each other’s arms. “I’ve definitely woken up now. You two rest for a while, I’m getting first dibs on the shower.”

It’s #NaNoWriMo Time!

National Novel Writing Month is the (now international) annual challenge to complete a 50,000 word novel in the month of November.

I have sort of accepted it, but I’m aiming for a novelette and novella in the Neighbours and Lovers series, and maybe a short for The Gang. So far (I know, it’s only been four full days), I’m ahead of the target for word count. Every day where I write more than the target word count, the requirement for the next day goes down, which is nice.

The current work in progress is Megumi In The Middle, a sequel to Cassie Gets It On, which is teased in teh soon to be published second book in teh Nrs and Lovers series, Portraits. The relationship has already been established, and the story is essentially a long series of sex scenes as it’s consummated. It’s great fun to write.

Here’s a little snippet-

Megumi teased fingers along the top of the towel, until she found the edge where it folded over and held itself in place. Tugging at it, she worked it loose, then pulled slowly, until she reached the point of no return, and the makeshift robe dropped to the floor.

She clasped her hands behind her back again, and studied their reactions, hoping they liked what they saw.

They loved what they saw. Noel had long described Megumi as, physically, a scaled down version of Cassie. They had a very similar body shape, with shapely legs, a light curve to the waist, and small, wonderful breasts. Megumi’s skin tone was a warm, light brown, flushed a little darker than normal by the warmth of the shower and sexual excitement. Her belly had a seductive slight roundness to it, curving in toward her crotch.

Cassie noticed what was different from the last time they had seen Megumi on the television screen. She pointed at the skin at the bottom of Megumi’s belly, just above the narrow, neat lit of her sex. “You’ve shaved.”

Megumi couldn’t keep her hands still now, and brushed fingertips across the naked skin where there had been pubic hair before. “Do you like it? I so liked your sexy paipan that I wanted to have my own.”

“Oh, goodness, yes. I want to rub mine against yours. That is hot.” Cassie had reached down, and was stroking the thin material of her knickers over her own shaved crotch.

Noel lifted the waistband of his boxer shorts and gazed inside theatrically. “I’ve only trimmed mine, not shaved it. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Perhaps I can shave it for you. If you trust me enough.” Megumi had taken the two steps necessary to stand right in front of them, legs touching legs.

“When you’re fully recovered from jet lag, I may take you up on that offer.” Noel told her. He reached up, and she took his hand, knowing he would pull her down onto his and Cassie’s laps.

She landed with a happy squeal, and quickly squirmed around until she had her butt on Noel’s lap, and her arms around Cassie’s neck, moving in for a kiss.

Sample Scene: Around The Park

Around The Park is available from Amazon.

Anne ran home from work, taking a different route every day, to keep the experience fresh. Except for Tuesdays, when she always went the same way.

The large, honey coloured blocks of the shoulder high wall were blackened from years of traffic fumes. She always worried what the air pollution could be doing to her lungs when she saw the accumulation of soot and fumes like that. It was why, most of the time, she ran along river banks or around parks.

Like the one she was coming up to. The break in the wall revealed two flights of steps up and into the greenery. The front edges of the steps were worn down into shallow U shapes, the legacy of a century of feet. At the top of the steps were gate posts with a simplified fleur-de-lys carved into them, topped by squat, square based pyramids. Ornate wrought iron gates hung from the posts. They were latched back against little posts, and the shrubs behind each of them reached out thin branches and deep green leaves as if to grasp them.

The park wasn’t very large, a rectangle about the length of a football pitch, but not as wide. At one end, to Anne’s right, beds had been cut out of the grass, and now were a display of reds, whites and yellows, all the flowers in full bloom. The other end of the space was lawn, lightly concave out from the middle of the space to the neat edges along the sides of the path around the perimeter. There was a gate at each corner, and two more halfway along the longest walls- the one Anne had come in through, and another directly opposite.

Anne stopped for a moment. She put her head back and shook sweat dampened dark blonde curls. The strand of hair that had stuck itself to her forehead didn’t move, so she pushed it back from where it had been tickling her eyebrow. She took a swig from the water bottle in her right hand, then got the wrap around sunglasses sitting on the bridge of her pert nose again.

She found the cable that swirled from the phone, in its holster on her upper right arm, and pressed the button to stop playback. Then she pulled the buds from her ears. There was nowhere to store the cable in her tight jogging outfit, so she tucked a short length of the cable under the strap of her crop top. It would do to hold it in place for as long as she needed.

The shrubbery and trees formed a barrier, keeping out the fumes and noise from the road. Anne listened to the rustle of the branches and leaves in a light breeze. The green murmur was joined by the happy shouts of children at the far end of the park, enjoying running around and throwing themselves on to the short grass of the lawn.

After another swig from the bottle, she jogged on the spot for a moment, getting her rhythm back, then set off around the path to the opposite gate. As she passed the children, one of them, a little girl in a pale blue dress, pointed at her. She waved back, and the child laughed and ran off to play with her friends.

There was a small pavilion at this end of the park. It was more of a large shed with an open front and a bench along the back wall, closer to an old fashioned, brick built bus shelter than its name suggested. Sitting on the bench, chatting and occasionally checking up on the children, were two young mothers. On the other end of the bench, a young man- late teens or early twenties- looked up from his phone screen and, with no subtlety at all, watched Anne as she jogged past.

It was always gratifying to be checked out. Since she had started running, Anne had tightened up the slight flab she had been self-conscious about, and was very comfortable in her body. Affirmation, in the form of the male gaze, was always welcome, though.

She was short and trim, with shapely legs and arms. Her flat stomach was on show, thanks to the tight crop top, which made the most of her small breasts. The skin tight jogging bottoms showed off the firm roundness of her buttocks. She slowed a little, and adjusted her gait to put a roll into the cheeks. She might as well give the horny teenager something to stare at, she decided, grinning.

Reaching the corner of the lawn, Anne sped up again, sprinting half the length of the park to get to the gate. Through the gate, Anne entered a quiet street. Dead ending against the park, it wasn’t going to get any through traffic, though at this time of day there was the occasional car returning from the commute. She jogged along the pavement, rather than down the middle of the road, as she would have liked.

The tall, semi detached houses were dark red brick and stone, set back from the pavement by tiny yards. Most of them had been broken down into flats, for young professionals. Anne dodged around an opening car door, giving silent evil vibes toward the suit wearing idiot who had almost knocked her down. She forgot the incident quickly, not letting it tamp down the excitement as she approached her destination.

On the corner of the junction with a larger cross road was a newer building. It was set further from the street. Built in paler, almost orange, brick, it was a dull, square three storey block, with white plastic window frames and dark brown painted front door. Anne looked around, though she wasn’t sure what she was checking for, then walked briskly to the door.

Beside the door was a brushed metal plate with buttons for the nine flats. Anne pressed number four. Almost immediately, there was a buzz and light clunk as the door lock released. She pushed through, and all but ran across the foyer to the stairs. Climbing it two steps at a time, she grasped the bannister and swung her weight around the turn on the landing.

Number four was right beside the top of the stairs. The door was already cracked open, waiting for her. She bustled inside and closed it behind her.

Simon was waiting for her beside the door. He was already naked, and had clearly been thinking about her arrival. She dropped the water bottle, and reached out for his erection. He caught her hand, just as she knew he would. Pushing her against the door, he lifted her hand up and pressed it against the top of the frame. She kept it there when he released it, and let him lift her other hand up to join it.

Crossing her wrists, Anne pretended her hands were now tied up above her head. She showed that she was happy to let him do what he wanted with her.

Simon dropped to his knees before Anne. He kissed her naked midriff, flicking his tongue around her navel, as his hands found the waistband of her jogging pants. They grasped either side, and pulled them down to her ankles in one easy move. She wore nothing under the pants, so now his face was on a level with her naked crotch.

Hands spread Anne’s knees, so that they could travel up the insides of her thighs to the warmth of her labia, which were fully exposed under her neatly trimmed bush. Simon’s left hand moved up to her mons, to run a thumb across the swatch of short hair that remained. His right hand stopped just short of her warm and waiting sex, teasing her with its proximity.

Anne bent her knees some more, trying to lower herself onto the fingers that pointed straight up into her. Of course, Simon moved them down just as far.

Now, she was beginning to wish she really were tied to the door frame. With her feet trapped close together by the joggers around her ankles, and her knees bent the way they were, she didn’t feel very stable. She could bring her hands down and grasp the outside of the door frame, but she didn’t want to do that until instructed.

As she strained to look down at what was happening around her sex, the shades slipped down Anne’s nose. They didn’t quite go far enough to fall off, maybe because she scrunched up her nose to flare the nostrils and catch it. Simon looked up. He could probably see his reflection in the glass of the shades, and grinned at it as he fed two fingers into her.

The digits only went in to the first knuckles, then they swirled around, trying to touch every last bit of her entrance. Now Anne was trembling, her balance even less steady.
Simon took pity on her. “Show me your tits.” he commanded, freeing her hands.

The elasticated band that ran around under her breasts fastened at the back, like a bra. Simon wrapped his left arm around her right leg to support her as she unfastened the clasps. Countering that helping hand, the other pushed the fingers deep inside her, providing a distraction to fight.

With the top loosened, Anne rolled it up over her breasts, then fought it over her head and down her arms. It and her shades joined the water bottle on the floor. She released the straps that held the phone on her arm, and let it drop into the pile as well.

Anne felt the fingers leave her, and was disappointed. It was brief, though, as she heard the crackle of the velcro fasteners on one of her trainers being released. Simon lifted her left foot just enough to pull the trainer, and then the leg of the pants, off.

Simon didn’t bother with the other trainer. He planted her left foot so that she was balanced again, though the extra padding of the sole on her remaining trainer made her feel skewed. He stood up. He was almost a foot taller than her. When he was this close, his erection pressed against her belly, the head enticingly close to the bottom of her cleavage. “Against the wall, on the bed or on the floor?” he asked.

Anne didn’t know what she wanted. There was a thrill to having sex up against the wall, with him lifting her up and pressing her against it to hold her in place, but she hardly ever came that way. It had been a hard day at the office, and she really wanted the release of a good climax. The floor offered similar added illicit pleasures, but she didn’t want the carpet burns. “The bed.” she said.

Simon turned and walked toward the bedroom. Anne bent to release her other trainer and pull of her pants. She practically hopped along the short corridor as she did this, so eager was she to get to the bed. She discarded the pants by the bathroom door, and was now naked but for the smart watch, which would be registering some interesting heart activity. Simon watched her from the doorway, barely keeping down his smile as he played the dominant role. As she passed him, he grabbed her left butt cheek with a smack that made her jump.

“How do you want me?” Anne asked as she walked ahead of Simon to the bed.

“Hands and knees.” he said.

Climbing onto the bed, Anne planted herself firmly on her hands and knees in the middle of the mattress. Her behind faced the bottom of the bed and, she knew, the window. The room was light, the curtain wasn’t drawn. The window faced the side wall of another house, with its own window directly opposite. Anne often wondered if whoever lived behind that window ever saw what she did on this bed with Simon every Tuesday. Well, every Tuesday they didn’t go at it in the hallway, or one of the other rooms. She wiggled her buttocks, just in case she was giving anyone a show.

She glanced to the side, to see Simon picking up a condom from the bedside table. She knew from experience that he would have left others in convenient spots around the flat. He unwrapped the sheath as he walked around to the foot of the bed. There was an excruciating pause between him leaving her field of vision and the feeling of the mattress sinking as he climbed onto it.

Simon slapped Anne’s butt again, lightly, just a playful swat. Then his hands landed on her cheeks, grasping and squeezing them. Anne pushed back at the hands, trying to find the cock that was somewhere behind them. He was too strong to let her move, though, and she knew it. But it was fun to play.

“Hold still, or you don’t get it.” Simon said. Did he mean it? Just in case, Anne froze in place.

Simon’s hands ran over Anne’s buttocks, stroking and kneading the smooth skin. Then they worked their way down the backs of her thighs, stopping to rest in the crook at the back of her knees. She was so sensitive there that he hardly had to move his fingers. He scraped knuckles across the erogenous zone, and she bit her lip, trembling with pleasure and anticipation.

The hands left the back of Anne’s knees. She stifled a disappointed sound, knowing where they were going next. They travelled up the insides of her thighs, stopping to run little circles whenever the muscle twitched in response to them.

Eventually, Simon’s left hand came up to cup and squeeze Anne’s butt. His right rested over her sex, pressing against the warmth and wetness. It moved in small circles, the palm pushing and pulling her lips whilst the tips of his fingers played with her clitoris through the fleshy hood over it. Like some shy creature being coaxed into the open, the little bud grew and stiffened until it poked out.

If he touched the button right now, she would squeal. It would be too intense. But he knew that, and his fingers slid either side of it as they moved down. They parted her labia, and two slid into her. Not what she wanted now, but a nice enough alternative.

Simon’s hand pumped back and forth, building its tempo as she grew more excited. She was getting wetter, and he slid in and out of her easily. It didn’t matter what he had told her earlier, she began pushing back against him. She gave voice to her pleasure, in case he hadn’t noticed.

Anne dropped onto her elbows. She pulled handfuls of the sheets to herself, and buried her face in them. They hardly stifled her cries.

She was so, so close to orgasm when he stopped. His fingers left her, and she felt empty. She pushed back, but his hands were there again, stopping her.

Did he want her to whimper? To beg for is cock? Because she would, if that was what it took.

She was trying to find the appropriate words when she felt movement. He had shuffled forwards. His hands had moved as well. One of them caught his shaft as it homed in on her sex, and guided it between the wet lips. After all the noise she had made whilst he played his fingers inside her, now she couldn’t make a sound.

Simon thrust all the way into Anne, until the skin of their thighs slapped together. She let her elbows slide forward, until she was stretched out flat on the mattress, and her hands were against the wall. She wanted him to pound her hard, and he always did that best when she was like this, with her butt tilted up ever so slightly.

Anne twisted her hips, lifting her butt up into the air. Simon helped her get into just the right position, then planted his hands either side of her shoulders. He pulled back, drawing out of her, and leaving her empty again, then thrust back in hard. That was what she wanted.

Simon soon had the rhythm that Anne wanted. Long, hard and fast pumps of his penis inside her. The only sound was the slap of their skin together and the grunts that kept time with it. As Simon drove on, Anne’s grunts took on an ever higher pitch.

She screamed out as she came.

Never mind what the neighbours across from the window saw. What did the people in the flats above and below hear on a Tuesday? If she hadn’t been on a plateau of pleasure from Simon’s still insistent movements inside her, Anne might have had a little laugh at that thought. Instead, she was making quite different noises.

Simon held himself in place at the end of a thrust. Anne took a deep breath, feeling a peak rising up from the plateau. He hadn’t just climaxed, but he was close. She recognised the moment. He pulled out slowly, deliberately, holding the semen inside. Then he made another flurry of hard fast thrusts. This time, when he pressed hard against her, he let out a sound that was part grunt and part sigh. Anne imagined she could feel the condom filling up, deep inside her.

They stayed like that for a while. Then Simon reached down, clasping the end of the condom as he pulled out of her. With an easy move, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling the sheath off. Anne rolled onto her side to watch as he knotted it and tossed it into a bin beside the bedside cabinet. He turned to her and laid a hand on her hip.

“I’m still not much good at that dominant thing.” Simon said, as his fingers traced a line down to Anne’s waist, then back up to her breasts. He played with a nipple, absent mindedly.

“You did fine.” Anne told him. “Next time, I’ll push you back onto the bed and ride you hard.” She checked her watch. “We could make next time now. I think I have the time. How soon can you get it back up?”

Simon stood and turned to Anne. She studied him. It was a lovely penis, by any standard. Soft, it was still fat from the blood that had been pumping into it so recently. She imagined it twitched and stretched as she watched. “I can get it up in no time. A little helping hand, or head, will speed it up, though.”

Anne grinned. “Okay, but not while it tastes of condom. Go wash that off.”

Sample scene- Love The Weekend

Love The Weekend is available from Amazon and Smashwords.

I love the taste of Samantha, and the way it changes with her excitement. It’s sharp, tangy, maybe with a hint of citrus-y sweetness, which mellows the wetter and more excited she gets.

She tasted particularly mellow, and very hot, after a long session of teasing from my tongue. I’d started by kissing my way up the insides of her thighs, then licking the crease where they met her crotch. Close to her sex, but cheekily avoiding it. There was only so long either of us could keep that up, and I’d soon been helping her labia get wet as they puffed up with blood. I’d kept moving, lingering on spots that got the best sounds from her. She’d come once already, but she hadn’t told me to stop, and I didn’t want to.

In fact, I wanted to go a bit further, and try something we hadn’t done yet. We’d worked out rules for this, for mid sex changes of direction. It wasn’t complicated, I just had to ask. Mouth right over her sex, close enough to feel its warmth, I asked, “Want to try something new?”

I looked up- taking in the dark red patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair, the light curve of her belly, the shallow valley between her lovely little breasts- to see if she had heard me. Her shoulders were propped up on pillows, so she could see what I was doing. Her face was flushed, and sweat had tacked a couple of strands of errant red hair to her forehead. She had that expression that spoke of sexual ecstasy and sensual joy. The one I would do almost anything to inspire. And she had heard me.

There was almost disappointment in her lovely green eyes. She could happily have let me lick and kiss for hours. But the prospect of something new held a promise of more excitement. “What do you want to try?”


We’d talked about it often enough, and I’d slid fingers and butt plugs into her behind before- and she mine- but, somehow, neither of us had licked the other down there yet.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Sam said, grinning. “Should I roll over?”

She was already moving to flip onto her front. I hoisted her left leg over my head, helping her, then I clasped a butt cheek in each hand, landing the grabs as light slaps. She wriggled as I squeezed and pressed them.

Hugging the pillow like a lover, she pulled her knees up to raise her butt. I slipped my left hand down to her knee, then back up the inside of her thigh. Reaching her crotch, I found her hot and wet from my tongue’s attentions. Two fingers slid easily into her. She pushed back against them, lifting her backside higher, into just the right position for me.

She was giving me the most intimate view possible. I lingered a while to enjoy it. With her legs spread, parting her buttocks, her arsehole was on display for me. That tight little hole was going to get so much attention this weekend, starting now. I should think of something better to call it. Arse, bum, behind, back passage, anus, sphincter. All usable, but none seemed quite right. I am a writer, after all, I should be able to conjure up just the right word.

Whatever I was going to call it, it was waiting for me. Slightly darker than the skin around it, little creases in her skin radiated out of it, like the twinkles a child might draw around a star.

That wasn’t all that was under my gaze. Sam’s labia were puffed up and red from all the attention I’d given them already. I spread my fingers and split them, getting a look deep inside her, dark pink and glistening. She made a little sigh, but bucked her hips to remind me of what I was supposed to be doing.

I started by kissing my way up her thigh, as I had earlier. My fingers moved slowly in and out of her, keeping her hot, but not distracting from what my tongue was doing. I flicked the tip across the skin between the two entrances, the perineum. This was a sensitive area as well, judging by the way her breathing sped up.

My tongue traced a path up the slope of one buttock, jumped across, then came down the other. By this point, I was teasing myself almost as much as her. I’d had a hard on for so long that its stiffness was almost becoming painful. The more I played with her, the worse it was going to get.

Flicking my tongue around the rim of her arsehole might not provide relief for me, but it would distract. I went for the prize, and she made a strange hissing, giggling sound as she drew in a breath and gave voice to the odd new sensation.

It had a different flavour to her pussy. Darker, more bitter. I could be tempted to say smoky. There were no juices, but for my own saliva, to change the way she tasted as I excited her. Just skin, and warmth.

I pressed the flat of my tongue over the hole, and ground against it. “Fuck.” she said, quietly. Then, long and drawn out, “Fuck, yeah.”

My tongue started dancing around the entrance to her behind, tasting it and getting it wet. I pressed the tip against the ring of muscle, pushing it a little way in. All the while, my fingers in her pussy were moving in and out, and round and round, as her body gyrated and bucked in response.

“I want a finger in there as well. Fuck my arse with your fingers. Fuck me.” she groaned.

There was no way I was going to ignore an order like that. I love it when she gives dirty commands.

I wonder how many people would be shocked to hear such a string of obscenities come from her pretty pink lips. Samantha can appear so sweet and innocent when she wants to. But, not so deep down, she’s a passionate, wonderfully dirty woman. Who knows what she wants, and is happy to ask for it.

We had tubes of lube on the bedside table, ready for use over the weekend, and I could, just, reach one without taking my fingers out of her pussy. It was clumsy, biting down on the cap and twisting the tube to open it, but the other hand was busy moving fingers in and out of Sam.

“Hold still.” She tried, but couldn’t keep from moving around. I squeezed a little of the clear liquid out, and the ring of muscle twitched as it hit. I swirled the tip of my finger around in the lube, coating the hole and the skin around it. I squirted some more out, pooling it just above the hole so that I could get some on my finger as well this time.

Samantha knew what came next, and was pushing back, trying to help. I let my hand ride her movement at first, then pressed gently. I slid my finger easily in, getting as far as the first knuckle, and she held herself still. Slipping smoothly on the lube, my finger was soon as far inside her as it would go.

There’s a reason people call the sphincter a ring piece. The muscle around my finger was tight. It squeezed me as Sam clenched, as if she wanted to hold it in as I pulled it out again. I pumped it in and out a few times, speeding up, but not too much.

As I started moving my left hand in, as my right hand moved out in a counter rhythm, Sam lifted her head. “Two fingers?” It was part question, part suggestion. Could I? Would I?

I paused, just long enough to coat my middle finger with more lubricant. I pressed it up alongside my index finger, trying to slide it into the hole as well. Slowly, slowly, she opened wider for me, and I had two fingers in her behind. She made a little victorious hiss.

“Fuck me. Fuck my arse with your fingers.” Sam pushed back, urging me on.

I went back to the previous rhythm, pushing fingers into her arse as I pulled them from her pussy, then pulling out of her arse and pushing into her pussy. She twisted her body, turning herself to give me the best access she could.

With her head down, and her left leg hooked up and over my shoulder, Sam was contorted into a strange position. From the outside, we might have looked absurd, but we didn’t care. I kissed the inside of her knee, and kept my fingers moving.

Sam’s climax hit her hard. She made sounds like ecstatic hiccups, which kept time with the muscles squeezing my fingers and her hips jerking. Warm liquid splashed down my left forearm and onto her right thigh and the bed as she ejaculated.

Sample scene- Gina’s Canal Adventure

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Now that they had picked up the four men he’d enlisted from The Gang, and moored the boat on a quiet stretch of canal, she was beginning to wonder if the plan could possibly work. The cabin was taller than she had expected, though James, and two of the men, had to crouch to keep from bashing their heads on the ceiling. It was the width that would restrict them. Gina wanted to take two men at once- in fact, she wanted to take one in her pussy and another in her mouth, then have James in her arse whilst another of the guys was in her pussy- and she wasn’t sure how they’d do that in the cramped space.

Gina looked at her husband. He was already working out the logistics of it, she could tell. If anyone could make this work, it was him. “So, how are we going to do this?” she asked him.
“You decide which order you want the boys in, and I’ll sort out who goes where, and when. It should come together easily enough.” James grinned when he realised the terrible pun he had accidentally made.

Gina studied the four smiling men crowded into the lounge and kitchen space. They’d been introduced, and she was sure that she could remember all their names. Each of them appeared excited at the chance to be with her, but she wanted to see for sure. “I can’t possibly make a decision until I’ve seen them all naked.”

The boys hardly needed the nod from James, and started stripping. “You too.” Gina told her husband.

“Would you like some help getting undressed as well?” James asked, starting to unbutton his shirt.

“You can all help. Once you’re naked.”

Gina watched as shirts and T-shirts were discarded. Then the disrobing stalled as the men all tried to find an easy way to remove their shoes without falling over or squeezing others into tight corners. Gina sighed at the sight, but bit back on laughing. “Okay. I’ve got an idea that will help. Form a queue. James, get to the back of the queue.” As James squeezed his way to the end of the group of men, Gina sat on one of the benches. “Okay, one by one, come here and sit across from me to take your shoes off. Then, I’ll help you out of your trousers.”

She motioned the first of the men forward. This was Ravi, tall and fit, with dark brown skin and jet black hair. He sat on the opposite bench, and had his trainers and socks off quickly. When he stood again, he only had to take a half step forwards. With his head bent to fit under the roof, he seemed to be curving over the top of Gina.

Ravi’s jeans hung low, held up by hips, just, and revealing the waistband of his boxer shorts. Gina reached out quickly, and unbuttoned the jeans. Released, they dropped to his ankles without encouragement. The black material of his boxers was stretched out, showing the outline of a fine looking erection.

Gina squeezed the shaft through the dark material, then tugged at the elastic of the waistband. The erection shifted, and the head popped out for her as soon as there was a wide enough gap. She licked her lips. The head was fat, and the body obviously long. She was going to enjoy tasting it.

It was a surprise, but not a disappointment, to find that Ravi’s glans was fatter than the rest of his penis. He wasn’t exactly skinny, though, and had a good length. He was circumcised, she noticed. She had never experienced a cut penis before. James still had his foreskin, as did both of their regular male lovers, and all the men she had been with previously. Would it be significantly different, she wondered.

Ducking toward the hard on, Gina flicked the fat head with the tip of her tongue. It twitched, and he made a little sigh. Opening her lips, she gave the head a little kiss, then pulled it toward her to slide them over it. She closed her lips over the warm, fat knob, and ran her tongue over it. He shifted under her attentions, weight moving from one foot to the other as he tried to hold still.

With an exaggerated slurp, Gina let Ravi’s cock out of her mouth. She gave him a smile, before turning to see who was next in line for her help undressing. Ravi sat on the end of the opposite couch to remove his trousers and boxers, whilst Darren sat down to remove his shoes and socks.