Emily "blames" me for turning her on to depravity, like it's a sickness you can catch. Well, if I'm a "carrier", then I know who I got it from - Lindsey. I was able to return the favour by turning her on to watersports, but before then ...
Lindsey and I are just good friends. No, no, that's not code — we really were just good friends, office best buddies.
We've worked together for nearly six years, and hit it off right from the start. We were drawn together when we found ourselves attending the same photography evening class. Living further out of the city than she did, I would collect and drop off Lindsey and go for a quick drink after class.
Lindsey was the only girl in the class, with four other blokes, me and the teacher. Though Lindsey didn't seem to "put-it-about", all the guys sniffed around her during the course. The teacher had always been attentive. And even the sixty-five year old had been sniffing around with "fatherly" help.
At the last lesson we were meant to get a proper model to finish our photo projects. But no one turned up. The teacher sheepishly tried to find out what was going on. It looked as if the whole evening was going to be ruined. I asked Lindsey if she wanted to go down pub. But she suddenly had an idea.
Walking from the semicircle of tripod mounted cameras on to the stage, she announced, "I'll be your model". Turning to face us, she looked down at her black silk blouse, and slowly began to undo the buttons from the top. Working on her third button, over her cleavage, she looked up to see half a dozen eyes on storks, half-a -dozen mouths open, and half-a-dozen cock bungles appearing uncomfortably.
She giggled as she undid the fourth button. The smooth lines of her shinny black silk bar sneaked into view. With the fifth button the blouse parted, silk sliding off silk. With her blouse just clinging her shoulders, she gazed out at us, slowly turning so that everyone got a good view.
Lindsey's tits were fantastic: long and fat and plumply rounded at the ends. Big tits on a small woman. Made bigger because Lindsey was still breast-feeding her two young boys.
The black silk bar was unfussy. It gently cupped and supported Lindsey's heavy tits as they swooshed down and out from her body. Beneath the large shear surface of the bar, two large discs — little pads to catch any milk if her breasts wheep ed — marked where her large nipples were.
The bra pushed each boob apart to form a deep cleavage. The harsh overheads lights of the photo-studio cast two long swollen shadows down Lindsey's pale tummy.
In the past, Lindsey had complained of men at work who talked to her tits, and I knew she left her blouses untucked so that the bagginess would partially hide them. Now I realised that if she'd wanted to play on her figure, she'd have been a half-pint dark haired bombshell.
As I stared at Lindsey, my cock, snaked for extra room in my trousers, desperately wanting to straighten itself. Discreetly, I moved my hand inside my trousers. Dragging my cock to a more comfortable place, I gave it the squeeze it was begging. When I looked up I saw Lindsey had watched the whole thing. I blushed.
Beaming, she flicked back her shoulders to cast off her blouse. With her tits more plainly in view, it seemed hard to imagine how the thin straps of Lindsey's bra held up the weight of her D-cups.
Lindsey looked thrilled and delighted at the obvious audience appreciation. She placed one hand on her shoulder strap. I was already totally staggered. The thought that Lindsey was going to take off her bra to a group of strange men sent me into mega-staggerdom.
Teasingly, she peeled the strap over her shoulder, down her upper arm, and let it rest in the crock of her elbow. Milking the tension, she did the same with the other strap. With the upper straps gone the tops of her bra fell down a little to reveal more of her milky white tops of her large breasts.
Delicately, Lindsey sat on a stool and assumed a pose with her bare head, neck and shoulders.
The studio was silent but for the heavy breathing of horny blokes.
"Well" she piped up, "isn't anyone going to take a snap of my bust?" and burst into gales of laughter at delight in her pun.
The photo project did indeed call for a head and shoulders portrait, a bust. A collective "bugger" deflated the atmosphere in the room. It had all been too good to be true after all. What a fucking bitch.
Between fits of giggles, Lindsey teased me the whole journey home. "You didn't seem very comfortable in there." she mused. "Somethings on your mind?"
Back at her place, she left me in the kitchen with the coffee she had asked me in for, and went upstairs. When she returned she'd changed into a dressing gown. More dark silk clinging to the folds of her girlish body.
I pupils dilated as hope overwhelmed any reasonable expectation. To be so close to such thinly covered titty flesh, that wobbled and swayed with each micro move Lindsey made. Fuck, the bitch was making me horny, and she so knew it.
"You know" she said coquettishly, "I'm very fond of you, Robert. It's like having a big brother at work."
"But big brothers aren't meant to notice how fantastically sexy their sisters are." I teased back.
"Do you think I'm sexy then?"
"Fantastically sexy." I corrected.
She laughed, and her laughter made her boobs giggle.
"I nearly died when I thought you were going to take your bra off in the studio tonight."
"Really, I thought you looked ready to cum"
"Oh for fuck sake Lindsey, don't toy with me" I snapped.
"Oh but darling" Lindsey grinned, "the toying is the best part. Boy, you're just way too tense tonight." She started going down on her knees in front of me, "I think you need some relief".
"Shit!" I hissed, "what about your husband", as she unzipped my flies. "Oh" she said calmly, fishing out my hard cock, "Patrick is upstairs watching football in bed, I've told him not to bother us".
"Told him!" I parroted.
"Yes" she said, casually shaping her mouth into an O, "I've trained him to be obedient".
Gently, Lindsey drew out my cock, pulled back my foreskin and slid her pointy tongue along the bottom of my cockhead.
I melted and stiffened at the same moment. My cock became wet and warm as she enclosed it in her mouth. Her little hands cupped the shaft and began to stroke up and down. Her head too began to bobble backwards and forward, sucking on my cock to pull it up as her head went back. She could feel me surge into action as my cock grew hard and stiff in her mouth.
When Lindsey's mouth filled with cock and dribble, she let go of my cock and leant back to swallow and admire her handy work.
She began to wank my cock faster with one hand, and used the other to pull my balls out from inside my trousers. Leaning forward, she took one, and then both balls in her mouth, sucking and licking them all around. Leaning back, she lightly cupped my wet balls in her hand and went down on my cock again. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed my now totally hard cock down to two-thirds its seven inch length. She began working hard, nibbling at my cock. Running her tongue down the base of my cock. Pumping my cock into her mouth. "Jesus!!!" I cried, "you're a great cock sucker".
Gulping for breath she replied, "I thought I'd leave you to last".
"Last what?"
"Last" gobble "in the class" gobble "since we're friends" gobble.
Lindsey took my cock out of her mouth and, still wanking steadily, looked up, smiling sweetly.
"What, you've given the whole class blow jobs. Even the teacher" I said aghast, "even the old bloke!!"
"Oh I did the teacher on the first lesson, and poor old guy tonight in the dark room. He was so desperate after my little strip."
She handed me my cock, stood up, and walked to her purse. I wanked myself slowly trying to take in the image of my sweet Lindsey being a sex-crazed cock sucker. She came back with some Polaroid's. I studied them as she nestled back between my legs and started sucking me off again.
The first showed Lindsey kneeling topless in front of the teacher. His erect cock shot straight into Lindsey mouth, his hand on the back of her head, pulling her inwards. Her pendulous tits looked wonderful.
The next photo was even better. Taken by a shaky hand, it looked down on to Lindsey's beaming face and gorgeous tits. Her tits were streaked with streams of gleaming cum. It made my own balls tingle with rising cum.
The third picture showed two cocks being wanked by small hands. The next pic showed Lindsey half swallowing a huge cock. "That's the old bloke" Lindsey remarked. I was impressed.
By now the pressure to cum was becoming intolerable. I flicked back to my favourite photo, the one where Lindsey's tits are covered in spunk. I'd often dreamed of jacking off over Lindsey's tits, but even more, I wanted to spurt my cum over her face.
Just thinking about it made me shoot my first load into Lindsey's sucking mouth. On the second load I pushed my cock deeper into Lindsey's throat, gagging her and filling her mouth with my pale cream.
With her hand still wanking hard I pulled my cock out of her mouth and fired my next load over her face. It smacked into her round glasses, streaked down the lens and dribbled down her cheek. The next shot white cum across her forehead and into her jet black hair. Lindsey thrust her mouth back over my cock and took the last few wanks of cum. As my cock went limp Lindsey still kept playing with it, running it around her cum filled mouth, and dribbling cum and salvia down my cock.
Quickly, Lindsey got up and reached over to her bag, pulling out her Polaroid camera. "Here" she simply said, passing me the camera and kneeling down again. Grinning up a me, with cum in her hair, on her glasses, and down her cheek, I took a snap. She opened her mouth, her teeth dripping cum on to her tongue and lips, I snapped again. Lindsey tilted her head back and swallowed loudly.
"What about a pic for me" I asked, looking down at her chest. Smiling, Lindsey unfastened the cord of her dressing gown. She held her gown open like a flasher, her glorious tits jutting out. She swayed slightly so that the light and shadow played across her tits. The deep valley between her tits held my gaze. I slide off my chair and joined Lindsey kneeling on the kitchen floor. I leant forward and nuzzled my head between her fabulous tits, marveling at the smoothness of her breasts sandwiching my cheeks. "Not tonight" she said, pulling back from me, her tits slapping together as they slide past my face. She covered her body wi her gown. "You can have a piccie if you like, but my hubby is waiting".
'If I like' ! Of course I liked. She flashed her tits again and I snapped a Polaroid for myself.
Lindsey rose, and bundled me out the door, saying that she would see me tomorrow - with special emphasis on "see". I walked back to the car dazed, but happy. Though I could have kicked myself for not looking at her pussy when she opened her gown. What had I been thinking of to be so inattentive, I wondered. Oh yeah, Lindsey's tits of course.
The next morning I drove round to pick Lindsey up as normal, feeling totally high with excitement. Lindsey was at the backdoor talking to Lynn, her neighbour and child minder.
"Talk of the devil" Lindsey commented as she saw me pulling into the drive, and they both laughed. "So lunch time then?" Lindsey said to Lynn, who nodded in reply.
Lindsey had a business meeting that morning and so had put on one of her "power suits". A lime green jacket and short skirt. As we drove through the city, I was keen to run my hand along the inside of her bear thigh. But she was nervous about the meeting, so I settled for paying her complements.
It was hell at work. I kept thinking about Lindsey sucking my cock off and flashing her tits. I had to go to the toilet twice time that morning to just to have a wank. But I held myself back each time. At 12 sharp Lindsey appeared out of a meeting room and simply said "Right".
As I drove back to Lindsey's place, she was much more relaxed. She talked about how, when she was young, she'd never been good with boys. How boys were usually after only one thing. Then, at a party, there had been one lad she'd been really keen on, but she was too shy and inhibited to go after him. A "friend" got her hooks into the lad, and when Lindsey complained, the "friend" just slagged her off for being pathetic and frigid.
So Lindsey went to the toilet, removed her knickers, and went out to find the lad she wanted. Her "friend" had left him for a second to get a drink, so she walked up and said, "I think you're the dishiest bloke here. Would you like to fuck my pussy?" and lifted the front of her skirt up to show the goods. It worked a treat (except that her "friend" never spoke to her for weeks).
Lindsey led me to the garage, opened the side door to let me in, and called over the fence for Lynn. Inside, the whole garage had been converted into a studio. There was a stage area, with different drapes for backgrounds, cameras and a camcorder on various tripods, a little free standing screen (presumably to getting changed behind), a little sink and fridge, and a partitioned room with a red light over the door. There were also some odd wooden frames.
Lindsey and Lynn came in, arms linked, laughing. Lynn was perhaps five years younger than Lindsey, a little taller, but much flatter chested. As Lynn slipped behind the screen, Lindsey walked over, reached up, and planted a great hot wet kiss on my lips.
Our tongues twisted as they explored our mouths. I enveloped little Lindsey in my arms and, kissing noisily, lifted her up towards me. Her hand roamed my trousers, until it found my cock bulge, and then began to rub my hardening cock.
"Oi!" came Lynn's voice plaintively from behind the screen. Lindsey broke her kiss and shouted back, "I'm just warming him up". Then softly, to me, she said, "I'd like you to do some modeling with Lynn for me". "Lynn's very nice" I whispered back, "but its you I want". "And I want you too", she said with some urgency, "but you have to do this for me first". She shut up my next question with a kiss.
"Oiiii" Lynn's voice came again, louder, sharper and closer. We broke our kisses and turned to look. Lynn had step out from the screen. She was naked, but for her panties. She stood a little uncomfortably as Lindsey and I both looked her up and down. She had folded her arms in front of her breasts, hiding her nipples. Lindsey moved over to Lynn and gave her a big hug. Nuzzling her head into Lynn's neck, she cooed, "You look lovely" and then popped a short soft kiss on Lynn's lips. She then ducked down to Lynn's hips, saying "but I don't think we need these", and neatly tugged Lynn's knickers down her legs. Involuntarily, Lynn's hands raced to catch her panties, but failed. This left her tits exposed. Her nipples were erect and puffy and stood out almost more than her tits did.
Lindsey stood upright, with Lynn's knickers in hand. "Okay" she said to Lynn "you know what to do", and playfully slapped Lynn's bum. The slap made Lynn skip off to the photo stage, bum wobbling. Lynn got down on all fours, her hairy arse pointing invitingly at me. "Get undressed" Lindsey commanded as she attended to her cameras. I was naked in seconds, thrilled by the perversion of the situation. I moved behind Lynn, kneeling down. I could see her little tits hanging like lose triangles, and I gently stroked her big buttocks.
"Hello" I said, shyly. "Hello!" Lynn beamed back, holding back a giggle at the stupidity of my introduction. What with she naked on all fours, and I moving the rigid pole of my cock to nestle among the light brown tangle of hairs around Lynn's pussy. My fingers teased open Lynn's large cunt lips to reveal the redness of her cunt and the blackness of her cunt hole. Gently probing forward with the head of my cock into Lynn's cunt, she let out a large moan.
"No!" cried Lindsey. She marched across, took hold of my cock, and pulled it out from the mush of Lynn's pussy. Lynn and I both made plaintive noises. "This is my session." Lindsey declared, rubbing my cock firmly with her hand. I looked down to see that she had covered it in cream. She then wiped her hand into the crack of Lynn's arse, working her slender finger into Lynn's arsehole, as "Oh, Oh" noises came from the other end. Taking my cock again, Lindsey placed it at the entrance to Lynn's arse, smiled at me and said, "Here".
I don't know why all of this didn't seem bizarre before. Perhaps my brains had been in my dick as usual. But here I was, being commanded by my friend, to sodomise a slight acquaintance, in a garage converted into a studio - on my lunch hour!!!
Not that thinking this made me stop from lightly jabbing forward with my cock. Lynn's arse was pretty cute, and Lindsey's finger had slipped into her arsehole without too much effort. But my cock just jammed in the entrance.
"Oh, ouch!" Lynn complained, as my cock refused to push past her anal sphincter. Lindsey came over, but just started taking pictures. So Lynn, who had been on all fours, lowered her head and chest on to the floor. With her now free hands, she reached back, took hold of buttocks, and pulled them as far apart as she could. Her arsehole opened up as small dark red tunnel, and I steadily pushed my cock into it.
"AAAGGGHHH, S H I T!!! Lynn cried in obvious discomfort. I pulled out slightly, and then renewed my inward push. "Shit Lindsey, this really hurts". Lindsey affected a "you're no fun" attitude, put her camera down, and went to get more cream. "It only stings a bit the first day" she was saying, as she put some more cream on my cock. That did make it go in more easily, which was better for Lynn. Before picking up her camera, Lindsey gave me a sloppy kiss, and then returned to her work.
I began to slide in and out of Lynn's arse with long, comfortable, strokes. Lynn settled down to murmuring. "Oh yes" she was saying, "Yes, that's more like it. Oh yes, you're right, it does feel different from your fingering". Well, that got me going. The thought that Lindsey had had some Lesbian anal session with Lynn really got me pumping Lynn's arse.
"Ouch, Shit, Gently" Lynn was complaining, but in a different voice from before, a voice that made me just want to fuck her arse harder. My whole seven inches were riding fast and hard into Lynn's shit hole. "Oh fuck" Lynn was swearing, "this is too much". I knew wasn't far off shooting my load into Lynn's arse, when my arse banged into something behind.
In my surprise I stopped arse fucking, and turned to see Lindsey, beaming, looking up at me. She had knelt behind me, as I knelt behind Lynn. She still had her office clothes on top, but I could turn just enough to see the tip of her bare arse. "What is it" a breathless Lynn asked. "Yours isn't the only arse that needs attention round here" Lindsey replied. And with that, I felt a gentle finger slide up my arsehole, and wriggle about. "Oh fuck" I exclaimed. It was such a beautiful feeling, my cock up Lynn, and Lindsey's finger up me.
But then Lindsey's finger was gone. I began to turn round to complain, when I felt something cold and hard push into the entrance of my arse. As I looked into Lindsey smiling eyes, she pushed her body firmly forward.
"JESUS!" I shouted, and a very large object slid its way up my arse. I'd had my arse fingered many time before and loved it. But this was full buggery! "Just relax" Lindsey instructed behind me, her hands firmly gripping my hips. Slowly she withdrew the thing up my arse, but not all the way. Pushing into me a second time, she pushed me forward into Lynn. Both Lynn and I said, "Oh" at the same time, and laughed. Lindsey was arse fucking us both! Gingerly, we worked out the right rhythm. I would pull out of Lynn, Lindsey would pull out of me, then push back in again, pushing me into Lynn.
As we got into the swing of it, the feelings got better. Lynn began to loose herself, quietly saying between pants, "Oh shit, yes .... oh shit, God". With my arse and cock aflame with sensations, I kept repeating, "oh yes" over and over. Behind me, I just heard Lindsey whisper, "I said I wanted you, Darling".
I didn't think I could last long, but the invasion of my arse seemed to block the release of my sperm. I wanted to cum, but couldn't. In front of me, Lynn had no such inhibitions. Her bottom started to quiver and her arse bucked each time I plunged into it. She cried out her orgasm, but her cries soon became pleas. "Oh stop, please, you'll make me sore" she begged. But the pressure in my balls was at breaking point. Behind me, Lindsey was moaning in her own arousal.
I began to imagine pushing my cock up Lindsey's arse. Squeezing her tits hard. Punishing her for the pain she'd given me. And jerking off in her face, as I had done just the night before. The thought of Lindsey's glasses and cheeks streaked with cum, pushed me too far. As Lynn cried, "no more, shit, please no more", I shouted and pumped my load into her arse. She shuddered with each pumping thrust, and cried out again.
I squirted in my final cum shoot, and collapsed on to Lynn's back. Under my weight Lynn's legs gave way and I landed in a heap semi-on top of her. The collapse caused Lindsey to loose her grip and the giant thing up my arse fell out, to my great relief. It was all a bit comic and we would have laughed if you could laugh and pant at the same time. My cock was burning and my arse was sore.
At last I had the chance to have a proper look at Lindsey. Instead of her officious skirt, she was wearing a strap-on dildo. Its leather base hide her pussy, and from the centre of its black triangle stood a shinny black plastic pole. It was longer (!!!) but narrower than mine (phew), and completely smooth (Thank God!).
"How was it" Lindsey asked cheekily. "Well ... Interesting" I said, truthfully.