Shelley, part 11

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Program WEEK TWO

THURSDAY Night

It seemed to take ages to get to the club, but I didn't really care as I watched London go by. For a while this amazing white "stretch limo" (that's what Pete called it) was next to us. I couldn't see into its windows but I decided I wanted one for Christmas anyway (only kidding, Mum). After it turned down a side street I looked up and saw a giant poster with a picture of a huge nightclub with a pool and the phrase:

"That's where we're going," Laura explained.

Pete said, "Oh, I've been there before. But didn't it used to be called Blue?"

"Yeah," she replied, "But that was before they opened the other levels a few months ago. You know the way in then?"

"The way in?" A look I couldn't figure out crossed between them. "Oh, yeah, I remember."

That sounded interesting, I thought. I suddenly remembered my boobs were still out and I thought I better put them away again until we got inside the club.

"Show's over, folks. Don't want to get thrown out of the club before I get in, do I?"

I zipped myself up again. As I did, the driver re-adjusted his mirror and chuckled, "Ta, love. Me trouble (see cultural notes ) won't know what hit her tonight."

Even Laura laughed at that. I knew he was going to be thinking about me when he was doing his wife later. That is so cool, I thought. I must remember to ask Laura if she gets the same buzz after a strip show that I was feeling right then, and for the same reason.

When we finally arrived, from the outside it looked depressing, like a huge brick warehouse. Along the whole side of the warehouse were painted the words "CLUB COLOR".

There was quite a long queue outside, so we had to wait a while to get in.

Heather and I got stopped by the bouncer because we had no I.D.

Dammit! We pleaded with the bouncer but he wouldn't change his mind and waved us aside.

Then James said, "Haven't you seen them on telly or in the papers? Shelley's photo's been on every front page today."

The bouncer called his mate over. He looked me up and down with a big grin on his face. "Keep these two out of the club and when the boss finds out, you'll be dead."

I gave him a peck on the cheek. He thought for a moment then smiled at James, "Here's some passes for the VIP lounge. How many of you are there?"

"Six."

He handed us each a gold credit-card-sized piece of plastic. "Have fun."

If I wasn't impressed by the outside, my first impression inside was even worse. The door led into a badly-lit corridor which smelled of damp. At the end of the corridor was an escalator, which we went up. Turning round at the top, we went up another one and then a third.

We found ourselves in a small brightly-lit room, with four plastic tubes which were slides, as the only exit. Between one pair of tubes was a man, who waited for the light at the top of the tube to go green before allowing the next person to slide down. The other pair of tubes was closed off by a bar locked across them.

I looked down the tube, but it spiralled away into darkness with only a row of multicoloured lights running down the top on the inside of each tube. The boys went first, then Laura. "See you at the bottom," she yelled as she disappeared into the gloom.

After about twenty seconds the light went green and I pushed myself off. The lights disappeared at one point, leaving me in darkness for a second or two, before incredibly bright lights blinded me as the slide went flat and the sides vanished. A second later the slide dipped down and I found myself in cool water.

It was quite shallow, but when I stood up I was totally drenched. Quite a few people stood around the small pool, laughing, among them, Laura. The cow was completely dry.

"I forgot to tell you you have to roll out to the side the moment it goes flat or you end up in a pool," she said, grinning madly. Forgot, my arse.

Before she could react I grabbed her and pulled her into the pool with me, and a swift sweep with my right leg cut her legs out from under her and she was sitting in the pool next to me.

I heard another splash and turned round to see Heather land in another pool a few yards away.

We were hurried out of the pools so the next people could come down the slide, then Laura realised that guys were staring at her.

Her lycra body clung to her even more and was totally transparent. She might as well have been naked, you could see every curve and her nipples stood out clearly. Even her skirt was virtually see-through. I wanted to do her right there in front of everybody!

She put her hands to her boobs to cover them. "Oh my God…" she began to panic.

James came and gave her a hug. "You look fantastic," he reassured her. "At least yours don't show quite as much as Shelley's."

For the first time, I noticed my own clothes. The thin cotton of the dress was like a second skin and was practically invisible. On the way down in the slide, the pussy zip had come all the way undone leaving my pussy totally exposed to anyone who cared to look, and quite a few did.

Heather was even more indecent. Her sheer top was as invisble as mine, and the strip of material that had been covering her pussy was wedged up inside it. She pulled it out, but it still didn't hide much.

I noticed that Laura had removed her hands from her boobs and was enjoying the attention.

The boys and Laura led us through to a small "drying room". Huge fans blew out hot air. It was like being inside a giant hair dryer.

When we'd stopped actually dripping, but were still damp, we went out to the main dance floor. It was at least twice the size of Ws. At least I took it to be the main dance floor. I was soon to find out that it was only one of four dance floors.

This dance floor, the one on the ground floor, came complete with a swimming pool that made the one in Ws look like a child's paddling pool. Rather than a proper side, the floor just sloped down into the pool gently at one side, so there was no edge to fall over. Along one side of the dance floor was a stage. Where the stage met the pool was the only place you could actually jump into the water. Near to that point on the stage was a row of showers, each with a silver vertical pole. A guy and a girl were standing under the one of the showers, she in a bikini, he in shorts, kissing and caressing each other. I could see his hard-on through his damp and clingy shorts. I don't think he was wearing underwear, grin.

The whole place was painted in blue and silver and black.

"Come on," said Laura, grabbing mine and Heather's hands. "While the boys are getting the drinks in, I'll show you the rest," then, to the boys, "We'll meet you at Red2M."

"The rest?" I said.

She laughed. "You're not used to London clubs, are you?"

She led us through some thick doors, up a flight of stairs, and through another set of thick doors into a room which was almost as big as the first. This one had even louder music than the one below it. The décor was black and purple, with white flashing lights that seemed to come from everywhere.

Another flight of stairs led to a third room, about half the size of the previous ones. The colour scheme was different again, vivid reds and oranges mixed with the inevitable black.

Through another door, along a brightly-lit corridor was another, fourth room, the same size as the third. This had a gentler atmosphere, and was painted in pastel greens and blues, the only black being the wood panelling, the bar area and the doors. The lighting was soft and it was also cooler than the other rooms. "This is the chill zone," explained Laura.

I'm not sure I'd have described it as a chill zone as the room seemed to be filled with couples kissing and feeling each other. Still being damp, the lower temperature made me shiver.

Laura noticed me shivering. "Let's go back to reds," she said and took us back to the previous room. I hadn't noticed before but along the walls were letters and numbers. We found the section that read 2M and sure enough, James, Pete and Paul were there with our drinks.

"This place is quite something," said Heather, obviously as impressed as I was.

"We like it," said James. He took us over to a side area near the stairs where there was a whole row of small stands offering fast food. Paul chose a small portion of curry and rice, so Heather said, "If you're having that I'd better have one too."

Laura chose noodles with chicken from another stand and the rest of us had burgers. Mine was so thick that I nearly got some of it down my dress. Pete was forced to keep licking my fingers clean so I just had to do the same for him. Fair's fair, right?

After eating we watched some dancers they had on a stage for a while, then James suggested we go down to Blue for the games.

"Games?" asked Heather suspiciously.

"You'll see."

Downstairs the male staff were going through the club selecting girls for the games. They seemed to be selecting the sexiest dressed, so I wasn't surprised when one of them grabbed all three of us.

I wasn't, but Laura was. "Shit," she said, "I'd forgotten what I was wearing. I'm usually dressed too tamely for them to bother with." She turned to her "recruiter". "Sorry, I can't do this," she said.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Up to you, but it'll be fun and you might win."

I wasn't letting her get away with that. "If you set us two up, you can do it too." I grabbed one hand and Heather grabbed the other and we dragged her through the club. I say dragged, but she didn't exactly resist very much. And she was giggling. A good sign.

Three trampolines had been dragged onto the stage. "Okay," announced the MC over the PA system. "Each girl has thirty seconds to jump up and use one of these knitting needles to pop a balloon. They are being timed. At the end of the next game, the girls with the worst scores for both rounds will be eliminated. That will leave twelve girls to go on to round three."

It soon became obvious what the attraction of this game was, to the boys there anyway. Having picked the girls with the skimpiest clothes, all that bouncing up and down soon meant that quite of few of the girls' clothes couldn't hold in their boobs. One or two stopped to re-adjust their clothes and tried to hold themselves in, but most just carried on until the balloons were burst.

Laura looked mortified, but she needn't have worried. Her top held her in okay, though her skirt flying up gave some lovely views of her thong. It was still wet and very see-through.

Heather's top just flew up flashing her tits with every bounce while the strip of material supposedly covering her pussy found its way into it instead. Funny, but nobody seemed to mind.

My boobs were safe enough, but, like Laura's, my skirt flew up with every jump. But unlike Laura, I had nothing on underneath.

"She's gonna have fun in the next game," laughed the MC.

Before I could ask Laura what the next game was, the trampolines were wheeled away and replaced by two metal stands with a light cane pole balanced across them. Limbo. So that's what he meant.

Poor Laura got picked first for the second round. With her legs spread briefly as she ducked under the pole, the thong I'd picked for her stretched tightly across her pussy and hardly hid anything. A giant screen behind her showed a close-up of the thong.

Quite a few of the girls found themselves in the same predicament as Laura as thongs never designed for gymnastics revealed more than they hid. Laura shrieked when she saw the giant image. "Oh my God, did they show me like that?" I nodded, grinning. "I might as well have been naked. It's like a porno mag."

Heather fell on her first turn, but the MC announced, "Now to stay in the game a girl who falls can forfeit her knickers or thong or whatever that is."

So Heather simply took off the material I had tied around her pussy, to cheers from the boys. She turned it into a scarf for her neck.

I was next after Heather, that is, they'd saved me for last. Luckily I didn't fall as I had nothing to take off. But for some reason I got a cheer anyway. The giant screen image of my pussy just might have had something to do with it. I could feel myself getting wet down there and that had nothing to do with that first pool.

They lowered the pole and a few girls fell on the next turn. Two removed their knickers to more cheers, the others dropped out.

On the next turn Laura fell. "That's me out," she said.

"Come on, Laura, other girls have done it, and you did say you might as well be naked," I argued.

Some boys had started chanting "Strip! Strip! Strip!"

But above them all came a "Come on, Laura, don't give up now."

"Was that James?" I asked her. She nodded.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

"I don't know." She sounded doubtful but her eyes were shining. Right, girl, Shelley to the rescue!

I put my hand between her legs. "Girl, you're dripping at the thought of all those boys looking at you. Don't tell me you don't know." I began to peel down her thong and she didn't stop me. Of course nobody could see anything, yet.

We lost a few more girls in that round, then Laura surprised me by not hesitating and going for it on her next turn. She got a lot of cheers, even though she fell. She didn't even get up immediately, but lay there with her legs spread for a few seconds while the guys whistled and whooped. When she came back to me, her face was red. "Oh my God, that was… Shit, what have you done to me Shelley? Mum always warned me about what some boys are like, but she never mentioned anything like you."

I laughed. You ain't the first to say that, I thought.

James had come close to the stage, but was being held back by security. Laura tapped one of the security guys on the shoulder to let him through to the edge of the stage. James grabbed her and kissed her. He spoke to her but I couldn't hear what he said.

"Well? What did he say?" I asked when he went back.

"He said I was great. He never though I had it in me… Oh and he's going to fuck me senseless later." She had a big grin from ear to ear and I could even see her teeth biting her tongue.

The girls who had been eliminated had been taken to the edge of the stage, which dropped down, dropping them in the pool.

The MC was speaking again. "Okay, we're down to the final twelve. Before the next round, we have a couple of celebrities with us. You've probably seen them in all the newspapers this morning. Direct from TV interviews to Club Color, it's Slut School's Shelley and Heather, please come up here, girls."

Heather sighed and we both went to the MC's stand.

She tried to tell him that we don't go to slut school, but I'm sorry, Dr. Reynolds, I think that name's stuck.

"On a serious note, I'm sure we're all pleased you're safe and well, Shelley. Let's have a cheer for the Hoover sisters…" I shook my head and he put out his hand to silence everyone and handed me a small mike.

"Not the Hoover sisters, the Slutsisters," I said, much to Heather's embarrassment. "She's Superslut and I'm Hurricaneslut."

"Why Hurricaneslut?"

"Nobody can keep up with me and I'm unstoppable," I answered.

"That sounds like throwing down the guantlet to me, folks. Let's see how they do in our next game."

We were divided into three groups of four and Heather, Laura and I were split up. Three twister mats were laid out.

You know the game of twister, right? Well, imagine it played with a dozen scantily-clad girls, some with no knickers and with a wandering camera focusing on all the interesting bits and showing the image on a giant screen. Tits 'n' ass, as the Americans say, and of course lots of pussy.

Unlike the limbo some of the time I could see the screen. At one point the camera was focused on Laura's bum showing her arse and pussy clearly. I decided that she had a nice arse. If I ever get down to London again…... Who are you kidding, Miss Fearless? WHEN I get down to London again...

The first two girls to fall on each mat were eliminated one of which was Heather, and met the same watery fate as the other girls eliminated.

That left six of us. We were taken to the dancing poles with the showers. The MC said, "Okay, this is a dance-off to eliminate two more girls. You can each choose, you can dance dry, or have the shower going too. Whichever you think will be hottest."

The first girl danced dry, but she was an incredible dancer. What moves. Even Tara could learn something. I was second and I used the shower, knowing it would turn everything I was wearing see-through, which couldn't hurt my chances. I pretended I was Tara as I gyrated and slowly undid all the zips on my dress and played with my boobs and pussy. At the end I left the zips undone.

The third girl was a crap dancer but spent the whole time spreading her legs and rubbing her pussy. She tried to direct the water over her pussy as much as possible.

I don't really remember the next two, but Laura was last. To my surprise, she opted for the shower and in seconds she might as well have been naked. I was also amazed that she was an extremely good dancer, something I would never have expected. She had replaced her thong, but halfway through tore it off and threw it into the crowd. "Atta girl!" I shouted. Pete stuck two fingers in his mouth and whistled very loudly.

The first girl, me, the third girl and Laura made it through to the final. That was, in order, dancing, sex, sex, and in Laura's case dancing AND sex. The other two girls went into the pool.

"The final round is Who Dares Wins. Each girl has thirty seconds to do something that she thinks the other girls won't dare to do. The other girls then have thirty seconds to copy her or they are eliminated. First up is Mandy." (Mandy was the third girl.)

She simply took off all her clothes, lay down, spread her legs and held her pussy wide open. Laura and the first girl looked horrified. The first girl walked off in disgust.

"Laura, what difference does it make? They've seen virtually all of you."

To my astonishment, she did it. It seemed like a reasonable enough request to me. Of course I did it, no problem.

"Next is Shelley."

I just got down beside Laura and stuck my tongue into her pussy, then, so the camera could see, took my head away a little and began to finger her, then sucked her juices off my fingers.

When my time was up Mandy replaced me. She started to finger Laura but didn't lick her and wouldn't suck her fingers clean, so she was eliminated.

"I'm really gonna do this. I don't believe I'm doing this." She was getting herself worked up, so I kissed her. I'd only intended a small kiss, but the reaction from the crowd was... wow. So, not wanting to disappoint an audience, I slipped my tongue into her mouth and to my surprise felt her tongue slip into mine. Her hand was feeling my pussy and I remembered what we were supposed to be doing.

I lay down and told her. "Come on, get that tongue in there as well."

She didn't pause for a second. She positioned her head so the camera could see her tongue go into me, then put her fingers into me, then into my mouth, back into me, back into her mouth, until her time was up.

"My turn now," she said. She positioned herself over me in a 69 and began to finger me again, but then she beckoned to James. When he was allowed through at the MC's orders, she stopped fingering me for a minute and unzipped his trousers and started giving him a blow-job.

Suddenly people around us were spraying us with foam from fake extinguishers.

"Now we've cooled them off, I think it's only fair to say that Laura is the winner."

I was a little pissed off at first until he went on.

"Shelley is used to doing all this in public, so let's have an extra big hand for Laura, who's been a regular here for longer than I have and never dared to take part before. She wins a year's free admittance for herself and up to three guests, including passes to the VIP lounge. And she'll go on to the final, where she could win a holiday or a car."

Brushing the foam off our faces, I gave Laura another kiss.

Picking up our clothes, but not bothering to put them on, Laura took us through to the VIP lounge, reached by a small footbridge over the pool. Heather, Pete and Paul followed us there.

I jumped straight in the jacuzzi. Heather and the boys undressed and she, Pete and Paul joined me in there, but Laura stopped James. "It's only fair I finish what I started," she said, and went back to giving him a blow-job.

This time there were no interruptions, except when Laura asked him, "Do you want to cum in my mouth, over my face, boobs, or what?"

"Over your face," he said.

"Why do guys like that?" she asked all of us, before returning to the job in hand, or in mouth.

Pete answered her, "Because it's so dirty and it's like he's marking you as his."

At that moment, he marked her. Most of it missed her face and landed in her hair, but he didn't seem to mind.

"Happy now?" she asked with a big smile on her face.

I was about to lick the cum off her face, when we were all startled by Heather spluttering. She had fallen asleep in the jacuzzi and slipped below the water. Paul was nearest to her and dragged her out of there.

When she could speak, she said, "Sorry, I'm just so tired. I hardly slept Tuesday night and didn't sleep at all last night worrying myself sick about someone not far from me now." She glared at me, but laughed.

Paul dried her with one of the big fluffy towels stacked in a corner, then he made her lie down over two of the chairs. He continued caressing her with the towel until she fell asleep, this time safely.

Laura had slipped herself into the jacuzzi and washed her face and was already kissing James.

"Well, I suppose I'll have to look after both of you," I grinned at Pete and Paul.

They got into position to spit-roast me again, but I said "No, I want to try something else. But first, Pete, can you fuck me?"

He didn't need asking twice, and soon I felt that satisfying fullness that comes from being well stuffed with a hard cock. But as he was really getting going, I pulled away and said, "Don't worry, I haven't finished with you yet."

Then I called Paul, "As you were so nice to Heather, I want you to fuck the only place I'm still a virgin." His eyes lit up.

"I've never done this before," he confessed.

"That makes two of us, then. Get it wet in my pussy then be gentle."

When he pushed his dick into my pussy, I almost didn't want to let him go. I lay on my back and used both hands to hold my arsecheeks open for him and braced myself for the pain. It hurt a bit when he pushed into me an inch or so, but he waited for me to say okay before he continued. I panted like a mother giving birth until he was all the way in. He paused again until I told him to continue.

"Wait. Pete, put your legs over me and fuck my pussy at the same time."

It was a bit awkward, but by Paul leaning back and me moving around a little, Pete managed it and I felt the incredible sensation of have a cock in both holes at the same time.

"Laura, Can I borrow James for a minute?"

"Only if I can watch."

I was going to make a joke about it being a reasonable request, then realised that she wouldn't understand.

James went to his jacket and took out a camera. "I forgot to get photos earlier," he said, taking a couple of me with the two boys before handing the camera to Laura.

I took his dick into my mouth. Three at once. Wow! Wow! WOW!

"Come on boys. Fuck the little slut senseless." This was quiet little Laura?!!!

I pulled my mouth off James for a second, "That's 'fearless little slut', miss." Back to work.

As they obeyed her, she kept taking photos.

"Why are you holding back, James?" she asked.

"Because it's you I want to fuck senseless."

At that moment I felt both Pete and Paul cum inside me which brought on my own climax.

When I was back in the world of the living again, I watched Laura being royally fucked by James. Pete had taken the camera and was taking lots of pictures.

When James had finished and withdrawn, Pete took a photo of cum leaking out of Laura's pussy.

I just had to taste it. "You said you missed the photos of us together earlier." I stuck two fingers into her pussy and brought out some of his cum, put it in my mouth, then put my tongue right into her.

"Not fair, I want some," cried Laura, so I moved round and positioned my pussy over her face, then dived back into hers.

Of course James had to get some great shots of Laura with her tongue in my pussy.

I rubbed myself over her face smearing her with cum, then turned round again so that he could get us kissing.

"There's a couple of empty pussies here," I challenged, but the boys were spent, for a while anyway.

Laura and I washed each other down, then James gently dried her and dressed her, while Pete and Paul did the same for me.

Paul gently picked up Heather so as not to wake her and carried her through the club. We heard one girl bitch "What a slut" when she saw Heather being carried out. Laura and I looked at each other and giggled.

We went outside to a row of waiting taxis. Paul gently put her in a back seat and sat in there himself, resting her head on his lap.

The other four of us got into another taxi and I immediately asked the driver if he had some paper and a pen I could borrow. I tore the paper in thirds and gave one piece to Laura and another to Pete with my address and phone number on each piece. I got Pete, James and Laura to write down their details on the third bit.

"I don't believe the things you got me to do tonight," said Laura. "You're a bad influence, Hurricane Slut."

We all laughed.

"She's a wonderful influence," retorted James.

"And you're not biased I suppose?" she asked, then turned to me. "If you come again, what will you do then? Get me gangbanged?"

"No, that's Heather's speciality," I joked, feeling a bit bad as I let it slip out.

"I just hope James doesn't expect me to act like this every night."

"No, just once or twice a week will do, so long as you keep me going in between." That earned him a punch in the ribs.

The taxi had a wide back seat and I had claimed the middle for Laura and me. Laura was on my right so Pete had gone round the back and climbed in on my left. James was next to Laura by the other door.

Laura sank back into the seat and sighed. She still had that just-fucked air about her and a little smile that seemed to be remembering James and a certain VIP lounge. Pete had his arm round my shoulders.

I was too wired to relax so I whispered to Pete, "What do you think? Wanna make the driver's night?"

He had the perfect answer. He reached up to the roof and found a switch that turned on an overhead light. It was just like a spotlight on Laura and me. Wicked!

"Appearing for one night only," Pete announced, "Direct from Club Color, the lovely, the amazing... Shelley!"

Suddenly I had the attention of a surprised Laura, never mind the driver.

"Hang about, Shelley," she warned. "Screwing around in a club is one thing. But whatever your evil mind is plotting, I'm sure it's illegal in public." She turned to James. "Help me out here, dammit!"

James leant over and kissed her cheek. "Babe, whatever Shelley gets up to here, it can't be worse than banging your boyfriend on a pool table in an open pub. Anyone could have walked in on us back there, and I don't think either one of us would have given a fuck."

Pete was there before me, "Yeah, you guys were way too busy giving each other a fuck."

Even Laura laughed at that. "Well-ll-ll I suppose that's right." Then she suddenly grabbed James' face between her hands. "Did you just say 'boyfriend', you cheeky bugger?"

"Might 'a' done. Can't remember. Guys, did I say 'boyfriend' just now?"

I slammed my hand over Pete's mouth. This was NOT a time for something sarky from him. I kept quiet as well.

"Right, James Whatever-the-rest-of-your-name-is. You better give me the right answer right now. Do you want me to be your girlfriend?"

James came up with the right answer. He reached a hand behind her head and pulled her into a kiss that I could almost taste as well. Laura was pushing herself so hard into the kiss that I could feel the pressure of her butt pushing back against my hip. It was Rather Nice.

But if this was not a time for Pete's humour, it was certainly also not the time for Shelley's wandering hands, although it was really hard to resist touching her. She was moving her whole body now, including what was touching me.

When Laura decided breathing was important again, she grinned stupidly at me, "Go ahead, do your worst, girl. I don't give a fuck any more." Now THAT was funny.

I briefly hoped the driver wouldn't crash the taxi but decided that we weren't moving fast enough to be that worried. I took a deep breath and muttered so only Pete could hear, "Showtime!"

I reached for the zippers by my left boob but Pete's hand was already there. Zip, zip, pull and I could feel the cool night air on my nipple just like earlier. My nipple still liked the feeling. Pete leant down to suck on me, but I pulled his head up again.

"Think of our audience, babe. I don't think the driver wants to see the back of your head."

"Oh." The dear boy sounded genuinely disappointed, but nonetheless went to work on my tit with his fingers. He rubbed, he squeezed, he tweaked, every move firm and tender at the same time. He wet his palm with his tongue and started rotating his hand in mid-air so that his palm was teasing the tip of my nipple. God, he was good.

Laura's eyes had gone all gooey as she watched Pete's hand doing its thing. I decided Laura's time had come. I quickly unzipped my other boob. That nipple was hard even before the air hit it.

"This one's lonely, Laura."

Nothing more was needed. Laura twisted round and bent her head to my tit. Her lips surrounded the nipple. At first she just sucked soft little sucks, but soon I felt her tongue as well pushing and licking. She's done this before, I thought, and not just at the club tonight. They didn't teach her that technique in Sex Ed., that's for sure.

She looked up at me and smiled then reached over behind Pete's head and pulled it down to my left tit as she returned her mouth to my right one. Two nipples, two busy mouths, I was toastin', roastin' and coastin'. Then without warning Laura bit down hard. A sudden jolt went straight from my nipple to my pussy. I gasped loudly, the first sound any of us had made for quite some time.

What she had been doing before, and what Pete was doing now had made me forget I even had a pussy. But not any longer! Now everything they did was in stereo, half on my tits, half in my pussy. I didn't know if I could cum just from what they were doing but I was willing to find out.

I was able to reach down behind the mesh across Laura's chest and caress her tits. The first time I squeezed a nipple she gave a small cry and pushed my hand hard against her with one of her hands. Clearly she was as needy as I was.

"Pete," I whispered, "I'll make it up to you later, but Laura..."

Pete grinned back, "Go for it, babe. I don't mind watching."

"James?"

"If Laura's cool, I'm cool."

Laura had not said a word since giving me the green light. Now she sat up and leant back against James. She pulled up her skirt and tried to spread her legs. I manoeuvred (another word I had to look up to spell correctly) round and knelt on the floor so she could get one leg on the seat and one on the floor. Her pussy was pointing directly at me, and over my shoulder at the driver. I realised the taxi wasn't moving any more and that the driver was kneeling up and leaning over the front seat to watch.

The thong I'd bought her was completely transparent again from her juices. I peeled it to one side so all of us except James could admire her pussy. It was swollen and looked very wet. The only hair she had down there was a dark narrow strip about three inches long from the top of her pussy towards her navel. That's your lot, boys, I thought and leant forward covering her pussy with my open mouth.

I could concentrate here on what I was doing, not like back at 'Club Crazy'. Her pussy tasted even better now than it had before. I started with long slow licks from her arse up and across her clit. Each time my tongue touched her clit her whole body shuddered. She was close.

I stopped for a moment and looked up towards her face. James had pulled down the top of her body and was very busy with his hands on her tits. I watched as he squeezed both nipples at the same time.

"Shit, babe," she growled, "Do that again." So he did. Her body writhed even though I was nowhere near her pussy.

Now she glared at me. "Don't even think about stopping. I need this."

I went back to work. This time I used my fingers too, probing for her G-spot. I think I found it when she yelped and said something none of us could understand.

That's when Pete said, "You shouldn't be left out, Shelley."

He reached underneath me and unzipped my skirt, then pulled the whole thing up round my waist giving the driver a clear view of my naked arse. I was already almost as wet as Laura so Pete simply started to fuck me slowly with two of his fingers. That boy is going get his later, whatever he wants. He must have been watching Laura carefully because his fingers sped up as Laura got even closer. I kept working her pussy with my fingers now and concentrating on her clit with my mouth. Then Laura started to cum and Pete must have used his other hand to rub my clit hard. Holy Fucking Shit! I was gone!

When I was awake again my mouth was full of Laura's juices. Pete was gently rubbing my pussy area while his other fingers kept moving in and out slowly. Then Laura pulled my head up to hers and kissed me deeply.

She broke the kiss and, leaning back against James, found her normal voice again.

"First James, now you. The best fucks I've ever had." Then she smiled. "Your turn?"

"Not now," I sighed, "Heather is gonna be worried about me again if she wakes up and I'm not there."

I turned to Pete. "You, on the other hand, are on a promise. Whatever you want, however you want it."

I noticed the driver. He was dumbfounded. "Mr. Driver, has this taxi run out of petrol?" Everyone laughed.

Pete suddenly remembered the meter. "How much is this ride gonna cost us?" He sounded worried.

"Don't worry, mate. I flipped the meter a long time ago. I'm going off the clock now. After your little show, ladies, I'm gonna have to take my break. There is someone I know not far from your hotel. I'm gonna make her head spin." I thought of the girls in Rugby and smiled to myself.

I reached into my bag and handed him a tenner. "Will this cover it?" I asked.

"More than enough, darlin'."

I told the driver to keep the change. Pete looked insulted so I gave him a little kiss. "Don't you worry, babe. I'm starving again and thirsty and Room Service is not cheap. By the time the night is over, you may end up grateful I paid for the ride. And James, I bet Laura could use something to eat as well."

Laura had a giggle fit. "You better feed me, sweet thing. Otherwise I may do something later you'll find very, very painful."

"Yeah," I added, "Supper, blow-job, a hungry girl could get confused."

All of us were laughing now, the driver loudest of all.

I looked again at the driver. He was NOT bad-looking, in an ancient sort of way.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

"George."

"Married, George?"

"Nope. Tried it once but it didn't work out. She's in the Midlands somewhere now with a nice bloke and a cute daughter."

You know how you suddenly form an impression about someone, good or bad, and you haven't a clue how or why. Well, for some reason I got a really nice vibe off this guy. I decided to add another item to my list of sexy things I wanted to do. This item read, "Fuck a nice old guy."

Then I remembered something he'd said earlier. "George, this 'someone not far from our hotel'. She wouldn't be a working girl, would she?"

"She would. Her name's Sally, but when she's working she calls herself Michelle."

"Sounds like you've known her a long time?"

"About four years. Why?"

"I'll tell you in a minute. Are you nice to her?"

"Yeah, I think so. I give her presents for her birthday and Christmas, and I occasionally take her out for a meal. And I take 'working girl' seriously. Sometimes she wants to give me a pass but I always pay, except for MY birthday and Christmas."

"You're a good guy, George. Now I'll tell you why I'm asking all these questions. One of my best friends is... a whore." I felt Pete, Laura and James staring at me. I looked at them. "What? Whores can't have friends?"

As usual Pete was first. "No, of course they can. It's just that you're kinda young to have one as a friend. That's all, really."

He sounded cool about it. I wonder if he realised how close he was for a second or two to NOT being invited to stay with me that night.

I turned back to George. "When I come back to London to visit, any chance you could drive me around?"

"No problem, love." He reached behind his back and produced a business card and handed it to me. I read "George Marks, Driver for Private Hire" and a phone number.

I knelt directly in front of him. "Those questions I asked about Sally. You gave all the right answers, you know." I took his face in my hands and kissed him. He had thick lips but they were as soft as a girl's. Our tongues met and I thought, wow, what a big tongue he's got!

"George, if you drive for me do you think we could come to some kind of arrangement about the money?"

"Do you mean what I think you mean, love?"

"My name's Shelley not 'love', and yes, that's exactly what I mean." That new item I added to the list in my head? I crossed out "a nice old guy" and wrote in "George". And not because of that tongue of his.

He asked for his card again and wrote something on the back. "My mobile. I always answer that unless I'm asleep. Not many people have that number."

"Does Sally?" I asked.

"Yes."

He got my trademark quick kiss on his nose. "Now, George, how far are we from our hotel?"

"About three minutes. You all ready?" All of us said yes.

Laura asked James, "What's the best way for Pete, and Paul I guess, to get into the girls' room?"

"Well I don't think they can just waltz across the lobby. We should be able to get them round the back and up the service lift though. What do you think?"

"Sounds right to me," Laura replied.

I gave George one more quick kiss when we got to the Hotel. The four of us found Heather and Paul sitting in the bar. Heather still looked sleepy.

"Where've you guys been?" I think she was too tired to really be annoyed. At least I hoped so.

Laura kissed me on the lips briefly and then answered, "Shelley and I made the taxi stop. The driver wanted to watch the show."

Paul laughed but Heather just shook her head wearily, "I don't know why I bothered to ask. I should have known better."

I squatted down next to her and spoke very quietly, "Sis, do you want Paul to stay the night?"

They looked at one another and both answered yes without looking back at me.

"Great, I want Pete to stay as well. So here's the plan. Laura and James will sneak the boys up to our room so no one else knows. I guess you and I should say goodnight to our friends and go up first."

I glanced at James and he nodded. Then he squatted next to me with a big grin.

"Let's do it like they do in a spy flick. I'll knock twice on your door, wait and knock twice more, okay?"

"Cool," I grinned back. What a night! Even the teeny-tiny things were fun.

Then Laura used an ordinary voice. "It's time for me to take James home. Maybe we'll get some sleep sometime. I'm not sure."

"Sounds like a challenge, woman!"

"You up for it, man?"

"Last time I looked," he nodded.

Everybody hugged everybody else in case we were being watched, then Heather and I went up to the room. Poor thing, she leant against me all the way up to our room. She was exhausted.

About five minutes after I shut our door I heard "knock-knock, pause, knock-knock".

I cracked the door and asked, "What's the password?"

Pete was still quick despite the hour, "Randy buggers."

In they came, both of them grinning.

Heather spoke first, "Paul, I gotta apologise to you. I'm still so tired that I just want to sleep. Sorry."

"Don't worry, babe. I already knew that." Then he chuckled, "That phrase everyone uses when they're trying to be polite about sex, sleeping together? Well, that's us for tonight. Besides I want to be here when you wake up. That should be fun."

"Well I hope I wake up before breakfast then," Heather smiled, "Because we have to get an early train."

"Shall I help you undress?"

"Please."

That was the last thing Heather or Paul said. Pete and I watched while Paul undressed Heather and then himself. He pulled back the bed clothes for her and she literally fell into bed. Paul pointed at the light and I nodded. I switched on the bathroom light and left that door open just a crack so when Pete switched off the main light there was just enough light from the bathroom to keep us from tripping over the furniture. I looked over at Paul lying there with my sister. What a smashing bloke he is. He was on his side facing the other way and holding Heather against his chest. I couldn't make out how she was lying.

I put my mouth right next to Pete's ear and whispered, "Here comes another first for me... silent fucking. Do you think you can manage that?"

Pete nodded and started to undress me. Then I did the same for him. We carefully pulled the bed clothes down off the foot of the bed until there was only a sheet and the pillows left on top. I lay down on my back and opened my arms for him.

He lay next to me and we started kissing. Funny, I thought, for all the sex I'd had tonight I'd done very little kissing. We made up for that now. Short kisses interrupted long ones. This was nice. I was pleased the room was warm so we were comfortable lying there naked. I could feel his cock jabbing into my tummy, but I knew there was no hurry and that made it even nicer.

Pete took a string of little kisses over to one of my ears and blew gently into it. That made me shiver, so I did the same to him except I licked all over his ear as well. Then he pushed me on my back and licked his way to the tops of my tits. Round and round them he went with his mouth getting close to my nipples before veering away without touching them. I knew he was teasing me but I loved it. There was a kind of lovely tension building in my tummy that I'd never felt before. It seemed like it was so fragile that if he did more than he was doing right then, it would go and I wasn't ready to lose it just yet.

Then he ever-so-gently sucked a nipple into his mouth. Sure enough the feeling in my tummy went but it went with a little explosion of warmth that stretched from that nipple through my tummy and down into my pussy. He moved to my other nipple with his mouth but not before he repeated his trick from in the taxi. He wet his palm with spit and teased the first nipple while sucking on the second one.

I wondered if I could give him the same kind of pleasure by using my mouth on his nipples so I dragged him up for a kiss and whispered, "My turn. Are a guy's nipples as sensitive as a girl's?"

"I don't know, but I do know I like them licked and bitten gently."

I had my orders so I pushed him onto his back and got down to it. I licked and sucked and used my teeth carefully. I could tell from his breathing that he was digging this. Really cool. I went back up for some more kisses but then I felt something in my pussy that screamed, "For chrissakes, fill me!"

I raised my head and whispered, "Let's fuck now... but can I be on top?"

He grinned and nodded. I got up on my knees straddling him and reached down for his cock. Amazing, I thought, this was the first time I had actually touched it this time. He was HARD and I was WET so getting him in me was the easiest thing in the world to do. He grabbed my waist to help me get into the right position and then I just relaxed downwards. He slid into me smoothly as I dropped all the way down until our pubes met. I leaned forward and started fucking him, mostly with my hips moving more backwards and forwards than up and down.

I was doing it slowly and he started thrusting his hips up and down just as slowly. Doing it this way meant his hands could do wonderful things. Breasts, nipples, sides, tummy, his hands were everywhere, moving constantly, and I could feel every caress as if he had never touched me there before. He pulled me down so our mouths were close. But we didn't kiss, instead we took turns licking each other's lips. That was pretty wild too. His hands had moved round to my back and arse. This was a whole new area for his hands to explore. Again wherever he touched me I tingled.

And all the time we kept fucking, never speeding up but never stopping either. I had lost all sense of time. I only knew that at some point soon I was going to cum. I looked at him and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Oh, yes, real soon now."

"Should we go faster?"

"Haven't a clue, babe. Let's not and see what happens."

Some time after that I felt his his cock get thicker (I think) and then start to spurt. I was nearly there but not quite. After he stopped and we went back to our rhythm it started for me. I had never cum like this before. It started somewhere deep in my pussy and slowly spread, into my thighs and down my legs, through my tummy up to my breasts and nipples, and strongest of all right up my spine to my brain. Nothing exploded but absolutely everything felt wonderful. And through it all Pete and I kept up the rhythm. Then suddenly I stopped. I had no energy left at all, but I didn't care. I just wanted this feeling to last.

But of course it didn't. It went slowly though so I could enjoy its going almost as much as its cumming. Pete just held me in his arms. I wanted to stay like that but didn't think that it would work, not all night. I rolled off him and flopped on my back.

He got up on one elbow, kissed me tenderly then asked me, "Which side do you want to sleep on?"

"Don't know. I've never done this before. What about you?"

"I've done it twice before and both times I was on your side. But I'll stay on this side tonight and see what it's like." Then he chuckled, "This'll mean I get the damp patch. Lucky you."

He got up and fetched the bedclothes from the floor and laid them over me. Then he switched the bathroom light off and slipped in next to me. He was on his back and I was on my side facing him with my head on his shoulder. I remember nothing else.

If you are following the order given on the "Heather Collection" home page -
Continues in "Samantha part 7", HERE

If you are just reading "Shelley's story" -
Continues in "Shelley part 12", HERE

Ó Copyright 2005 Chrissy Giles

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