Gym - part 2
Chapter 2 Progress
To my astonishment, it took less than a day for Kelly to follow up from our initial encounter. The next morning, I had a class with her while Anjali was at work, and Kelly, at the end of the session, came over to me and said “I was wondering if I could come over again tomorrow evening so Anjali to have a look at my shoulder again?” Then she added (but quietly, so the other women could not hear her) “The girls will be at my Mum’s, so there’s no chance of another phone call! And you will be there as well, won’t you?” Reassuring her that I would definitely be there, we agreed a time, and she hurried away to take her next class before either of us could get too embarrassed. Anjali was as surprised – and delighted - as I when I told her what had happened later that evening, and I don’t think either of us slept much that night, full of eager anticipation. The next day seemed to drag on, and I was counting down the minutes until the evening. Both of us were working, so neither of us went to the gym.
The bell rang at 6pm sharp the following day, and I went to the door to let Kelly in. As I opened the door, I gasped. I had only seen her at the gym before, and although Kelly in lycra was a sight to behold, Kelly dressed ready for an evening out was breathtaking. Her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, she had light but expertly applied makeup, with glossy lipstick. A sheer, low cut top did little to hide the curves of her generous boobs, and this was matched with a mid calf skirt that was slashed to the thigh, revealing sheer white stockings with the top band just visible. 4 inch heels completed the outfit. Unable to speak for a moment, I eventually stammered out “My god, you look stunning!”, to which Kelly smiled and replied “It’s just nice not to have to wear gym gear all the time, and I don’t get much opportunity to dress up these days with three girls to look after”. I led her down the corridor toward the kitchen, where I knew Anjali would be waiting with the drinks. She also did a double-take on seeing her guest, and I could see her eyes swim momentarily with excitement. We chatted for a few minutes, and then, after refilling our glasses, we set out on the approach we had agreed.
“Rather than going back on the massage table, Kelly, we wondered if you might like to try somewhere a little more comfortable?” asked Anjali. Curious, Kelly agreed, so I opened a side door and we descended some stairs into the basement. As she reached the bottom and I turned on the rest of the lights, we saw Kelly’s jaw drop. Anjali and I have converted our basement into a fully equipped dungeon, and and we watched as Kelly took it all in. Coral pink walls were partially covered by multiple HD screens. In the centre of the room stood a large bed, and on cabinets round the side were a large selection of plugs and other toys, vibrators, floggers, paddles and ropes. A selection of latex hoods rested on dummy heads, and off to the side a rail full of more latex and PVC garments. Against another wall stood a large St Andrews cross and a gynae chair, and a swing was suspended from the ceiling in the corner. Kelly’s eyes widened as she took in the latter. A door opened onto a self contained wet room – complete with vinyl mattress and sheets, a drain in the corner, sealed floors and an overhead shower. “Oh my god” she murmered, almost lost for words. “And I thought the massage table was a bit kinky”. “We hope you like it” replied Anjali, “Anything in particular take your fancy?”. “ My God, I LOVE it” said Kelly. “How long have you had it?” “Oh, it’s something we’ve been building over a couple of years” I said, “Most people seem to enjoy it – not that we let everyone come down here”. “Well I’ll never look at you two the same way again” she replied. “How does that thing work?” and she pointed at the sling.
“Let’s find out!” murmered Anjali. There was no longer any pretence of giving a massage, but we still did not want to rush things, so I dimmed the lights while Anjali took Kelly’s glass and began to kiss her. Having watched her many times, I knew Anjali was an expert kisser. She started off by brushing her lips over Kelly’s, nuzzling of-so-gently around her face and neck, one hand holding Kelly’s head and the other starting to caress her breasts. I could see Kelly going dreamy-eyed as she gave herself to the moment, and she started to moan slightly and tried to catch Anjali’s lips with her own. Before sitting down, I chose some lesbian seduction porn – nothing too hardcore – and the screens filled with images of two sexy girls engaged in activity very similar to what Anjali and Kelly were doing. As Kellys breathing got quicker and quicker, Anjali started teasing her with her tongue, flicking over her parted lips, and darting inside. Kelly responded in kind, and soon their tongues were locked in a merry dance, teasing, probing and flicking, but never penetrating fully either. I could see Kelly was getting more and more excited, so when Anjali started to remove Kelly’s blouse, she did not resist. In fact, she even reached behind herself and unfastened her bra before Anjali had the chance to do so. Her skirt was next on the floor, and as she stood before us in her heels, stocking and a thong, I almost came on the spot. Giving birth to three c***dren had clearly had little effect on Kelly’s body, her job as a gym instructor having more then compensated. Although we had glimpsed it before, we could now see her in her full glory, and I knew full well that Anjali would be getting as wet as I was hard. Lithe, muscular and toned, she was close to perfect.
Anjali, not to be outdone, slipped off her own clothes until she too was standing naked apart from a thong, then grabbed a bottle of oil from the nearest cabinet. Pouring a generous quantity into her hands, she proceeded to cover Kelly’s body and her own until both were glistening in the warm lighting. Then – and only then – she took Kelly’s head between her hands and proceeded to lick her face all over, before locking their mouths in a deep kiss that seemed to go on for ever. Kelly’s hands stroked through Anjali’s long hair, before eventually the two girls separated with a gasp, and stood, recovering their breath. “Have you ever done this with a woman before?” asked Anjali. Kelly shook her head. “Ever since my ex and I split I’ve wanted to try, but never had the courage. Standing in front of a class full of women every day I’ve had more than a few fantasies, but I know it would be the end of my job if I stepped over the line”. “Don’t worry” Anjali replied, “What happens downstairs stays downstairs – if you know what I mean!”
Taking Kelly by the hand, she walked to ward the swing, removed her thong and proceeded to fasten cuffs to both her wrists and ankles. Standing her with back towards the swing, she helped Kelly sit back and lay down, then lifted her legs and arms and clipped the cuffs to the four chains supporting each corner of the swing, so her legs and arms were spread apart but supported. Finally, she made sure her head was comfortable. Kneeling between her legs, she proceeded to tease the top of Kelly’s legs with her tongue, moving slowly but inexorably towards her pussy. She gently pulled her pussy lips apart, and breathed on the exposed – and very wet – pink flesh – then gently ran her tongue up the length of her slit. Kelly moaned, but was incapable of doing anything, and had to lay back and enjoy as Anjali lapped and lapped all around, running up and down her labia, flicking her clit, and teasing her urethra. For several minutes she continued – teasing, sucking, probing – as Kelly got more and more aroused. Her moans got louder, she started trying to twist around, but the cuffs prevented her from moving away. “Fuck… oh fuck…. Oh fuck…!” she started repeating over and over, especially as Anjali sucked her clit, or toyed with her urethra. I could see she was not going to last long. A scream of “FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!” finally emerged as her body was wracked by convulsions. She even managed – and I’d never seen this before – in lifting her entire body off the swing so she was momentarily in a spreadeagle position suspended by her wrists and ankles – but I guess that’s what a career in a gym can do for you. Anjali’s face was covered in creamy juices from Kelly’s pussy, and she was smiling broadly.
“Liked that, did you?” she asked, then picked up a Hitachi wand from the table, and plugged it in. Even before Kelly’s spasms had finished, she resumed her position next to her pussy. With her left arm wrapped round Kelly’s thigh, she held the head of the vibrator against her clit, and started to work a couple of the fingers on her right hand inside Kelly’s dripping pussy. A low growl – almost like an a****l - emerged as Kelly realised she was not going to be allowed to recover, but was being pushed straight back to a position of non-stop stimulation. Two fingers disappeared inside easily and quickly, then three, and finally four, all without the need for any additional lubrication, so wet was the engorged pussy. Anjali started thrusting her hand in and out, in and out, building up a rhythm that had Kelly twisting and turning on the swing. “Fist me! Fist me! she commanded in between groans, “I’ve had three c***dren through there, I can manage your fist. Fist my cunt!” Anjali needed no persuading at all, and quickly poured some lube over the rest of her hand, before cupping it with her thumb against her palm, then started to work the entire fist inside Kelly’s pussy. It slid in easily up to the knuckles before stopping, but Anjali was expecting this, and spent a few seconds getting her used to this, before, with a final push, thrusting her entire fist deep inside.
“Aaaaaargh!” groaned Kelly, her entire body momentarily rigid as she felt the warm hand inside her for the first time. But after a second or two to let her relax, there was no let-up in the thrusting. Anjali’s left hand worked the wand against the clit, while her right pumped continuously inside her pussy. “Cock! I want a cock!” ordered Kelly. I glanced at Anjali. Normally I let her finish before I start playing, but it was not unheard of to have fun in parallel, although never with each other – Anjali is 100% lesbian. She nodded and smiled, and I needed no further encouragement to stand next to Kelly’s head, my already erect cock desperate to join in. Kelly swallowed me like a pro – what her ex was missing out on, he didn’t know! As her hands were tied above her she could not pull me into her, but I could tell from the way that she moved her head that she wanted me in as deep as I could, so I toook her head in my hands and started to thrust myself down her throat. With my cock in her mouth, Anjali’s hand in her pussy and a vibrator against her clit, there was no way Kelly was going to be able to last long again, and after a few more minutes, I could feel an orgasm starting to build inside her. Forcing her face onto my cock, I could feel the spasms getting stronger and stronger, until with a scream, her body went rigid for at least twenty seconds, shuddering and shaking as wave after wave of contraction ripped through her. I could see the surprise on Anjali’s as Kelly’s pussy contracted around her hand, and saw almost a flow of juice flowing past her wrist. By some miracle, I managed to cum at exactly the same time, and deposited a load of sticky cum in Kelly’s mouth, which she swallowed with relish.
After the tremors subsided, I stepped back and Anjali came and undid the cuffs on Kelly’s wrists and ankles. “Christ! Oh, Christ!” she murmered as she slumped back on the swing. Anjali stroked her face and hair, and kissed her gently. Kelly seemed almost in another world, having had an overload of endorphins. “Can’t let you rest too much” said Anjali, “It’s my turn now!” and she helped Kelly off the swing and led her by the hand to the bed in the middle of the room. Anjali climbed on, and lay down on her back, with her legs wide apart, and invited Kelly to take up a position between her legs. “Have you ever licked a woman before?” she asked, seeing the momentary confusion on her face. Kelly shook her head, but knelt forward eagerly. “Just imagine what you’d like me doing to you, and then do that to me” suggested Anjali, and guided Kelly’s face down towards her own pussy. It took no time at all. After a couple of exploratory licks around the labia, Kelly buried her face into Anjali’s dripping pussy, using her hands to pull in deeper. Although her eyes were close, a rhythmic grunting was coming from Kelly, while Anjali started to moan “Fuck…. Fuck…. Fuck...” and twisted her boobs and nipples with her hands. Seeing Kelly’s arse poking towards me, I knelt behind her and stroked her cunt lips with the end of my erect-again cock. Kelly briefly took her hands from behind Anjali’s buttock and spread her own ass-cheeks wide, which I took as an invitation to continue.
Experience has taught me that banging a woman doggy-style while she was muff-munching another girl was a less than satisfactory experience for both of them, so I concentrated on gently pushing in and out of Kelly’s velvet like pussy or playing the tip of my cock around her entrance, and this left Kelly to concentrate on Anjali without being jack-hammered. I could see Kelly’s tongue moving back and forwards, now pushing deep in her pussy, then straying down to probe her ass, then running up an down her slit, then sucking hard on or teasing her clit. Kelly’s face – when she occasionally came up for air – was getting more and more covered in pussy-juice, and her once-immaculate make-up was also smeared across her face. One hand between her legs was also playing with her own clit, and I could feel her contractions starting to build on my cock. Anjali I could tell was also getting nearer and nearer to cumming. Arching her back and squeezing her nipples, she was thrusting herself into Kelly’s ravenous face, and sometimes using her hands to lock it against her gyrating crotch. As the noises from both girls got louder and louder, it was obvious that both were on the verge of orgasm. Kelly reached back to spread her ass cheeks again, and I pushed deep inside her, forcing her mouth over Anjali’s clit, to which she gave a long hard suck. I saw Anjali’s body go rigid, her eyes rolled up, her hands clenched and she started to shake. Spasm after spasm rippled through her as she orgasmed, and Kelly had problems not being pushed over as Anjali thrashed around. I could tell from the pressure on my cock that Kelly was cumming as well, although she seemed overwhelmed by the impact she was having on Anjali. I managed to coincide with Kelly, and for the second time that day injected a load of cum inside her, albeit in a different orifice. And to crown it all, as Anjali reached the height of her climax, she shot a short burst of pee into the air, missing Kelly’s face, but splashing her shoulder and boobs.
As I withdrew, both girls collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs. Occasional shudders ran threw them, while Anjali stroked Kelly’s face and hair and kissed her. “That…. Was…. Amazing!” said Kelly, struggling to speak as her breathing returned to normal. “I had no idea that would be so intense, and I just adored the taste of your pussy”. “Welcome to our world” replied Anjali, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “and I’m sorry about the mishap at the end”. “Mishap?” replied Kelly, “That wasn’t a mishap from my perspective! If it’s OK with you, I’d quite to explore that a bit more next time I’m here? I’ve always been curious about golden showers, but never had the chance to experiment – my ex would have rather died than try that out. And it was so much nicer coming from a girl.” Anjali smiled. “What do you think we have the wet-room for?” she answered. I knew for a fact that she had engineered the ending. Watersports are her greatest interest, but she would have been wary of saying anything in case it put Kelly off, but as it was she had managed to test the water in such a way that she should claim it was an accident had it not received a positive response. And we both knew that not only would there be a next time, but that Kelly was happy to explore her kinky side in a way that was 100% compatible with ours. “I need to get going now” she said, “but perhaps in a couple of days we could explore the wet-room? I need some time to build up my fluids!” And who were we to disagree?
To be continued!
To my astonishment, it took less than a day for Kelly to follow up from our initial encounter. The next morning, I had a class with her while Anjali was at work, and Kelly, at the end of the session, came over to me and said “I was wondering if I could come over again tomorrow evening so Anjali to have a look at my shoulder again?” Then she added (but quietly, so the other women could not hear her) “The girls will be at my Mum’s, so there’s no chance of another phone call! And you will be there as well, won’t you?” Reassuring her that I would definitely be there, we agreed a time, and she hurried away to take her next class before either of us could get too embarrassed. Anjali was as surprised – and delighted - as I when I told her what had happened later that evening, and I don’t think either of us slept much that night, full of eager anticipation. The next day seemed to drag on, and I was counting down the minutes until the evening. Both of us were working, so neither of us went to the gym.
The bell rang at 6pm sharp the following day, and I went to the door to let Kelly in. As I opened the door, I gasped. I had only seen her at the gym before, and although Kelly in lycra was a sight to behold, Kelly dressed ready for an evening out was breathtaking. Her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, she had light but expertly applied makeup, with glossy lipstick. A sheer, low cut top did little to hide the curves of her generous boobs, and this was matched with a mid calf skirt that was slashed to the thigh, revealing sheer white stockings with the top band just visible. 4 inch heels completed the outfit. Unable to speak for a moment, I eventually stammered out “My god, you look stunning!”, to which Kelly smiled and replied “It’s just nice not to have to wear gym gear all the time, and I don’t get much opportunity to dress up these days with three girls to look after”. I led her down the corridor toward the kitchen, where I knew Anjali would be waiting with the drinks. She also did a double-take on seeing her guest, and I could see her eyes swim momentarily with excitement. We chatted for a few minutes, and then, after refilling our glasses, we set out on the approach we had agreed.
“Rather than going back on the massage table, Kelly, we wondered if you might like to try somewhere a little more comfortable?” asked Anjali. Curious, Kelly agreed, so I opened a side door and we descended some stairs into the basement. As she reached the bottom and I turned on the rest of the lights, we saw Kelly’s jaw drop. Anjali and I have converted our basement into a fully equipped dungeon, and and we watched as Kelly took it all in. Coral pink walls were partially covered by multiple HD screens. In the centre of the room stood a large bed, and on cabinets round the side were a large selection of plugs and other toys, vibrators, floggers, paddles and ropes. A selection of latex hoods rested on dummy heads, and off to the side a rail full of more latex and PVC garments. Against another wall stood a large St Andrews cross and a gynae chair, and a swing was suspended from the ceiling in the corner. Kelly’s eyes widened as she took in the latter. A door opened onto a self contained wet room – complete with vinyl mattress and sheets, a drain in the corner, sealed floors and an overhead shower. “Oh my god” she murmered, almost lost for words. “And I thought the massage table was a bit kinky”. “We hope you like it” replied Anjali, “Anything in particular take your fancy?”. “ My God, I LOVE it” said Kelly. “How long have you had it?” “Oh, it’s something we’ve been building over a couple of years” I said, “Most people seem to enjoy it – not that we let everyone come down here”. “Well I’ll never look at you two the same way again” she replied. “How does that thing work?” and she pointed at the sling.
“Let’s find out!” murmered Anjali. There was no longer any pretence of giving a massage, but we still did not want to rush things, so I dimmed the lights while Anjali took Kelly’s glass and began to kiss her. Having watched her many times, I knew Anjali was an expert kisser. She started off by brushing her lips over Kelly’s, nuzzling of-so-gently around her face and neck, one hand holding Kelly’s head and the other starting to caress her breasts. I could see Kelly going dreamy-eyed as she gave herself to the moment, and she started to moan slightly and tried to catch Anjali’s lips with her own. Before sitting down, I chose some lesbian seduction porn – nothing too hardcore – and the screens filled with images of two sexy girls engaged in activity very similar to what Anjali and Kelly were doing. As Kellys breathing got quicker and quicker, Anjali started teasing her with her tongue, flicking over her parted lips, and darting inside. Kelly responded in kind, and soon their tongues were locked in a merry dance, teasing, probing and flicking, but never penetrating fully either. I could see Kelly was getting more and more excited, so when Anjali started to remove Kelly’s blouse, she did not resist. In fact, she even reached behind herself and unfastened her bra before Anjali had the chance to do so. Her skirt was next on the floor, and as she stood before us in her heels, stocking and a thong, I almost came on the spot. Giving birth to three c***dren had clearly had little effect on Kelly’s body, her job as a gym instructor having more then compensated. Although we had glimpsed it before, we could now see her in her full glory, and I knew full well that Anjali would be getting as wet as I was hard. Lithe, muscular and toned, she was close to perfect.
Anjali, not to be outdone, slipped off her own clothes until she too was standing naked apart from a thong, then grabbed a bottle of oil from the nearest cabinet. Pouring a generous quantity into her hands, she proceeded to cover Kelly’s body and her own until both were glistening in the warm lighting. Then – and only then – she took Kelly’s head between her hands and proceeded to lick her face all over, before locking their mouths in a deep kiss that seemed to go on for ever. Kelly’s hands stroked through Anjali’s long hair, before eventually the two girls separated with a gasp, and stood, recovering their breath. “Have you ever done this with a woman before?” asked Anjali. Kelly shook her head. “Ever since my ex and I split I’ve wanted to try, but never had the courage. Standing in front of a class full of women every day I’ve had more than a few fantasies, but I know it would be the end of my job if I stepped over the line”. “Don’t worry” Anjali replied, “What happens downstairs stays downstairs – if you know what I mean!”
Taking Kelly by the hand, she walked to ward the swing, removed her thong and proceeded to fasten cuffs to both her wrists and ankles. Standing her with back towards the swing, she helped Kelly sit back and lay down, then lifted her legs and arms and clipped the cuffs to the four chains supporting each corner of the swing, so her legs and arms were spread apart but supported. Finally, she made sure her head was comfortable. Kneeling between her legs, she proceeded to tease the top of Kelly’s legs with her tongue, moving slowly but inexorably towards her pussy. She gently pulled her pussy lips apart, and breathed on the exposed – and very wet – pink flesh – then gently ran her tongue up the length of her slit. Kelly moaned, but was incapable of doing anything, and had to lay back and enjoy as Anjali lapped and lapped all around, running up and down her labia, flicking her clit, and teasing her urethra. For several minutes she continued – teasing, sucking, probing – as Kelly got more and more aroused. Her moans got louder, she started trying to twist around, but the cuffs prevented her from moving away. “Fuck… oh fuck…. Oh fuck…!” she started repeating over and over, especially as Anjali sucked her clit, or toyed with her urethra. I could see she was not going to last long. A scream of “FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!” finally emerged as her body was wracked by convulsions. She even managed – and I’d never seen this before – in lifting her entire body off the swing so she was momentarily in a spreadeagle position suspended by her wrists and ankles – but I guess that’s what a career in a gym can do for you. Anjali’s face was covered in creamy juices from Kelly’s pussy, and she was smiling broadly.
“Liked that, did you?” she asked, then picked up a Hitachi wand from the table, and plugged it in. Even before Kelly’s spasms had finished, she resumed her position next to her pussy. With her left arm wrapped round Kelly’s thigh, she held the head of the vibrator against her clit, and started to work a couple of the fingers on her right hand inside Kelly’s dripping pussy. A low growl – almost like an a****l - emerged as Kelly realised she was not going to be allowed to recover, but was being pushed straight back to a position of non-stop stimulation. Two fingers disappeared inside easily and quickly, then three, and finally four, all without the need for any additional lubrication, so wet was the engorged pussy. Anjali started thrusting her hand in and out, in and out, building up a rhythm that had Kelly twisting and turning on the swing. “Fist me! Fist me! she commanded in between groans, “I’ve had three c***dren through there, I can manage your fist. Fist my cunt!” Anjali needed no persuading at all, and quickly poured some lube over the rest of her hand, before cupping it with her thumb against her palm, then started to work the entire fist inside Kelly’s pussy. It slid in easily up to the knuckles before stopping, but Anjali was expecting this, and spent a few seconds getting her used to this, before, with a final push, thrusting her entire fist deep inside.
“Aaaaaargh!” groaned Kelly, her entire body momentarily rigid as she felt the warm hand inside her for the first time. But after a second or two to let her relax, there was no let-up in the thrusting. Anjali’s left hand worked the wand against the clit, while her right pumped continuously inside her pussy. “Cock! I want a cock!” ordered Kelly. I glanced at Anjali. Normally I let her finish before I start playing, but it was not unheard of to have fun in parallel, although never with each other – Anjali is 100% lesbian. She nodded and smiled, and I needed no further encouragement to stand next to Kelly’s head, my already erect cock desperate to join in. Kelly swallowed me like a pro – what her ex was missing out on, he didn’t know! As her hands were tied above her she could not pull me into her, but I could tell from the way that she moved her head that she wanted me in as deep as I could, so I toook her head in my hands and started to thrust myself down her throat. With my cock in her mouth, Anjali’s hand in her pussy and a vibrator against her clit, there was no way Kelly was going to be able to last long again, and after a few more minutes, I could feel an orgasm starting to build inside her. Forcing her face onto my cock, I could feel the spasms getting stronger and stronger, until with a scream, her body went rigid for at least twenty seconds, shuddering and shaking as wave after wave of contraction ripped through her. I could see the surprise on Anjali’s as Kelly’s pussy contracted around her hand, and saw almost a flow of juice flowing past her wrist. By some miracle, I managed to cum at exactly the same time, and deposited a load of sticky cum in Kelly’s mouth, which she swallowed with relish.
After the tremors subsided, I stepped back and Anjali came and undid the cuffs on Kelly’s wrists and ankles. “Christ! Oh, Christ!” she murmered as she slumped back on the swing. Anjali stroked her face and hair, and kissed her gently. Kelly seemed almost in another world, having had an overload of endorphins. “Can’t let you rest too much” said Anjali, “It’s my turn now!” and she helped Kelly off the swing and led her by the hand to the bed in the middle of the room. Anjali climbed on, and lay down on her back, with her legs wide apart, and invited Kelly to take up a position between her legs. “Have you ever licked a woman before?” she asked, seeing the momentary confusion on her face. Kelly shook her head, but knelt forward eagerly. “Just imagine what you’d like me doing to you, and then do that to me” suggested Anjali, and guided Kelly’s face down towards her own pussy. It took no time at all. After a couple of exploratory licks around the labia, Kelly buried her face into Anjali’s dripping pussy, using her hands to pull in deeper. Although her eyes were close, a rhythmic grunting was coming from Kelly, while Anjali started to moan “Fuck…. Fuck…. Fuck...” and twisted her boobs and nipples with her hands. Seeing Kelly’s arse poking towards me, I knelt behind her and stroked her cunt lips with the end of my erect-again cock. Kelly briefly took her hands from behind Anjali’s buttock and spread her own ass-cheeks wide, which I took as an invitation to continue.
Experience has taught me that banging a woman doggy-style while she was muff-munching another girl was a less than satisfactory experience for both of them, so I concentrated on gently pushing in and out of Kelly’s velvet like pussy or playing the tip of my cock around her entrance, and this left Kelly to concentrate on Anjali without being jack-hammered. I could see Kelly’s tongue moving back and forwards, now pushing deep in her pussy, then straying down to probe her ass, then running up an down her slit, then sucking hard on or teasing her clit. Kelly’s face – when she occasionally came up for air – was getting more and more covered in pussy-juice, and her once-immaculate make-up was also smeared across her face. One hand between her legs was also playing with her own clit, and I could feel her contractions starting to build on my cock. Anjali I could tell was also getting nearer and nearer to cumming. Arching her back and squeezing her nipples, she was thrusting herself into Kelly’s ravenous face, and sometimes using her hands to lock it against her gyrating crotch. As the noises from both girls got louder and louder, it was obvious that both were on the verge of orgasm. Kelly reached back to spread her ass cheeks again, and I pushed deep inside her, forcing her mouth over Anjali’s clit, to which she gave a long hard suck. I saw Anjali’s body go rigid, her eyes rolled up, her hands clenched and she started to shake. Spasm after spasm rippled through her as she orgasmed, and Kelly had problems not being pushed over as Anjali thrashed around. I could tell from the pressure on my cock that Kelly was cumming as well, although she seemed overwhelmed by the impact she was having on Anjali. I managed to coincide with Kelly, and for the second time that day injected a load of cum inside her, albeit in a different orifice. And to crown it all, as Anjali reached the height of her climax, she shot a short burst of pee into the air, missing Kelly’s face, but splashing her shoulder and boobs.
As I withdrew, both girls collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs. Occasional shudders ran threw them, while Anjali stroked Kelly’s face and hair and kissed her. “That…. Was…. Amazing!” said Kelly, struggling to speak as her breathing returned to normal. “I had no idea that would be so intense, and I just adored the taste of your pussy”. “Welcome to our world” replied Anjali, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “and I’m sorry about the mishap at the end”. “Mishap?” replied Kelly, “That wasn’t a mishap from my perspective! If it’s OK with you, I’d quite to explore that a bit more next time I’m here? I’ve always been curious about golden showers, but never had the chance to experiment – my ex would have rather died than try that out. And it was so much nicer coming from a girl.” Anjali smiled. “What do you think we have the wet-room for?” she answered. I knew for a fact that she had engineered the ending. Watersports are her greatest interest, but she would have been wary of saying anything in case it put Kelly off, but as it was she had managed to test the water in such a way that she should claim it was an accident had it not received a positive response. And we both knew that not only would there be a next time, but that Kelly was happy to explore her kinky side in a way that was 100% compatible with ours. “I need to get going now” she said, “but perhaps in a couple of days we could explore the wet-room? I need some time to build up my fluids!” And who were we to disagree?
To be continued!
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