Kathryn’s restlessness and ache remained unabated. The thought of gaining some release or distraction was becoming more and more enticing. After hanging up and putting the phone back on the stand. Kathryn made her way around the house turning off the lights, before leaving the kitchen in darkness she collected a bottle of champagne from the fridge took an ice bucket and a long flute glass from the cupboard, dropped a sugar cube into the bottom of the glass added a splash of Cointreau Liqueur and fill the rest of the glass with champagne.
In her bedroom she placed a number of scented candles on the bedside tables and on top of the Tallboy. The candles emitted a passionate blend of Orange blossom, Sandalwood, Frankincense and Jasmine, creating a sense of comfort and serenity. Taking a long sip of the champagne Kathryn refilled the glass and readied herself.
Kathryn took off her cotton top and pants, removed her bra and panties, stepping into her en-suite and opened the mirrored vanity door in the cupboard behind a collection of perfumes and their accompanying lotions. Kathryn selected a bottle and squeezed a dollop of moisturising cream into her hand, lifting her left leg and resting the foot on the edge of the bath, she spread the cream over her thigh working the cream into the skin and down into the calf before switching to the other leg. Squeezing more of the lotion into her hands Kathryn paid attention to her belly, grabbing handfuls of her soft skin kneading the cream in, working her way up under her bosoms and down both flanks. Kathryn took more of the cream into her right hand and with her free hand cupped her left breast supporting it, then applied the cream in an arc over upper curvature of her bosom, she lowered the free hand and advancing the right hand spreading the remaining cream along the bottom curve. Kathryn repeated this for the right breast, then gently massaged the cream into their plump skin. With her finger tips she lightly traced the outlines of the areolas before venturing inward to delicately orbit her nipples, she was rewarded with a rolling wave of pleasure emanating from her pelvis, sparking a flush of warmth that circumnavigated her breasts. The concentrated pleasure that erupted in her nipples had a distracting appeal, giving into temptation Kathryn stood hands to her breasts gently pulling on the tips of her nipples, relishing in the excitement that raced down into her groin. Kathryn continued with this distraction for only a few minutes, before returning to her preparations.
Kathryn returned the lotion to the cabinet selected it’s counterpart, picking up the bottle she could feel the weight in her hand and see the rich amber colour of the perfume contained within, the black label framed in gold with white lettering, Coco Chanel. Kathryn adores Coco it is dramatic and smouldering, smells warm, dry and husky, with a spicy-woody core, velvety rose-orange accents and a resinous ambery finish. An intensely sensual fragrance, a luxuriant composition of decadent notes that always inspire a tempest of sizzling eroticism and passion in Kathryn. Kathryn dispensed three sprays of the perfume into the air and walked into the falling cloud, feeling it tingle as it settled upon her skin. Drawing in a deep breath Kathryn filled her lungs with the hedonic bouquet, enveloping her in a rich, warm, exotic symphony, quickening her pulse and inciting carnal impulses. Kathryn remained still, captivated by the alchemy of desires surging through her.
Kathryn entered her bedroom from the en-suite walked over to the Tallboy reached into the top draw and retrieved a luxurious silk kimono robe, adorned with a floral pattern of Peony’s against a deep crimson backdrop. Kathryn loved the soft cool feel of the silk brushing against her skin and how it excited the erogenous points on her body. Kathryn turned the lights off in the bedroom leaving only the glow of candle light to fill the space. Pulling back the covers and folding them to the foot of the bed, Kathryn then arranged the pillows fashioning a cocoon of comfort. Ensuring the phone was in reach on the bedside table along with the champagne and vibrator. Kathryn reclined back into the pillows and settle herself, took another long sip of the champagne, reaching across to the bedside table she picked up the bottle out of the ice bucket and topped up the glass.
Looking down along the open kimono Kathryn surveyed the inviting curves of her body, the lotion rendered the texture of the skin covering her belly and breasts with a wondrous velveteen touch. The illumination from the candles accentuated her delicious and voluptuous build. Despite her confidence in her body and the aplomb she displayed in company, Kathryn felt safest and at her most accepting under the reassuring warmth of the candle light. Candle light was a ritual in Kathryn’s and Jessica’s love making, she enjoyed the spontaneity in satisfying the urgent intensity of passion, however Kathryn’s deepest fulfilment came from a slow and meticulous odyssey. The cocktail had begun to have it’s effect diminishing her inhibitions and Kathryn felt she was almost ready telephone, champagne, candles, perfume, moisturiser, silk robe and vibrator, yes she was ready.
Picking up the phone Kathryn dialled Jessica’s number.
In intimate moments Jessica’s sultry and seductive voice was a powerhouse of raw longing, Kathryn wished she could convey the anguish of her own cravings as Jessica could, her voice carried a mystery, richness and warmth in it’s tone. Kathryn remembered the last time they lay together entwined in an embrace of sensuality, Jessica’s lips pressed to her ear as she whispered her desires towards Kathryn, the smooth, alluring and sensual quality in her voice captivating Kathryn’s passions.
Jessica would start from her ear lobe and journey down her neck planting a series of small kisses with her lips like stepping stones, each time Jessica would announce her intended action of pressing her lips to her skin. Following a nomadic pathway across her upper chest and shoulders, Jessica then would tour downwards over her breasts consciously avoiding her ripe nipples, she would breach the circumference of the areolas, taking the rosé flesh lightly between her teeth dispatching an incendiary spark upon a rampage of lust through out Kathryn’s body. Jessica would disclose the intentions of her fingers tips as she traced the tender curves of Kathryn’s figure in her searching for secret pleasures. In these secret places Jessica would linger harassing her hard nipples with a sharp fingernail releasing a torrent of ecstasy in a disciplined and calculated trespass into Kathryn’s coveted yearnings. Kathryn would loose all inhibition, embracing each appetite as it arose and greedily seeking to satisfy her hunger.
Jessica stood seven inches taller that Kathryn, she had a longer torso, with athletic legs that carried her weight through their thighs and into her hips that pinched at her waist, she believed this gave her a large ass. It wasn't fat, it was large with vigorous and seductive contours. Even though Jessica carried some extra weight in her tummy, it wasn’t excessive giving a gentle curve that reached from the meeting point of her inner thighs up to under her breast line. Jessica could not compete with Kathryn’s impressive bosoms, however she was a generous ‘C’ cup and now approaching fifty they sat lower than in her twenties, she still loved their shape. They didn’t just sit on her chest, they were married to her body, they retained much of their firmness. In a teardrop fashion, their mass jailed within a ravishing lower curve of each breast. Jessica’s nipples were not pasted onto her bosoms as some after thought, they were crafted to complement their aesthetic design, her areolas followed the upward curvature with a conical architecture, capped with a sublimely proportioned nipple. They were not overly sensitive and she did not derive the same amount of pleasure as some women did from them, but she did relish her breasts being held, not maltreated, but explored by a lover’s hands. Jessica would indulge in going bra-less in a T-Shirt or a knitted skivvy, she adored the silhouette they created and the manner in which they carried themselves as she walked, their lustful jiggling that would draw her attention to her reflection in the shop windows as she strolled through a shopping arcade. Going out in public, she would wear an open coat or jacket to give her the opportunity to bequeathing a tantalising glimpse to a man or woman at an opportune moment, a fleeting intimacy between strangers.
Jessica wore her blond hair in a shoulder length bob, she preferred to be clean-shaven, in part because her pubic hair was noticeably darker and because she enjoyed the look and feel, despite the regular waxing required to maintain the desired effect. This gave what Jessica felt was a seductive appearance, it did not have any of the pubescent hallmarks of youth, but the raw explicit lust of maturity. Jessica’s rapacious lust drove an insatiable appetite at times. Stimulation alone of her clitoris would most often than not incite Jessica into a vexing climax, however the most exquisite gratification came from being occupied, whether by a penis or dildo it wasn’t length or the boring repetition of penetration. It was girth, she was content for the object of her pleasure to remain stationary, but she needed to be filled and stretched, to march along the slender line between ethereal pain and trauma. This inflamed the intensity of the pleasures coursing though her body, the resulting orgasm usually possessed her entirely. It would announce it’s arrival as a sharp barbed sensation that seared a pathway through her vagina, then not as waves of bliss, but a stampede of ecstasy with a tsunami of endorphins. On occasions, an exhausting but truly satisfying climax.
Jessica had chosen to fashion her ‘Boudoir’ in the formal lounge room of her house. The room was not large but, comfortably accommodated a couch and arm chair within the floor space. There was no need for a television so the walls were dedicated to enhancing the decor of the room. On the opposite wall facing the couch hung a large 18th century Swedish Rococo mirror, a gilded frame boasting ornate scroll work incorporating an intricate floral and foliage design, it’s size dominated the room. The colour on the walls was deepest of Prussian blue’s with a feature wall covered in painted rococo pattern wallpaper, this set a heavy tone to the room. In keeping as much as possible to the dictates of Rococo style Jessica selected a collection of decorative elements to lighten the room, combining bright luxurious fabrics of silk and velvet, some rocaille motifs and gold leaf gilding on selected furnishing to build upon the romantic aesthetic of her choosing. Jessica enjoyed spending time in this room, with the door closed it provided a private space for her, that the outside world could not intrude.
The bottle of Moss Brothers Malbce clinked as it touched the glass of the coffee table, accompanying it was a wide-bowled wine glass which Jessica now filled and took her first sip. Jessica had lit several scented candles around the room, the candles were housed in traditional Moroccan coloured glass lanterns in red, royal blue, amber and gold that added to the sensuality of the room, she could easily smell the orange blossom oakmoss and the rich musk of sandalwood, while tasting the nutmeg and ginger flavours on the tongue. It was an exotic fragrance sharp and exciting and alluring mix that reflected Jessica’s mood. The scent that hung in the air echoed her selfishness, it cited Jessica’s needs and wants. Jessica cared for Kathryn deeply, but in these instances when they were separated by distance the focus was not on giving and sharing, it was on taking for themselves. They both enjoyed the role each played in the other’s pleasure, but it was an individual pursuit. A welcomed pursuit and one Jessica was happy to indulge in tonight.
Jessica chose a little known fragrance her husband purchased on one of his over seas business trips a salient aroma of exotic Rosewood, Cardamom, Tonka Bean, Amber and the smoky blend of Oud Wood, Sandalwood and Vetiver. The Tonka bean and amber added warmth and sensuality. Vetiver introduced a masculine element of a distinctive earthy, woody quality, an absolutely magnetic scent that inspired her to conquest. Jessica dressed in a lingerie set, a red shelf bra open cupless corset that provided additional support and accentuated shape of her breasts with matching a garter belt and floral lace stockings.
Pillows and cushions had been arranged on the couch creating a chaise out of the ottoman extension. Jessica sat up right on the end of the ottoman, the light from an antique pedestal lamp beside her revealed the details of Jessica’s body in the Rococo mirror on the opposite wall. Jessica placed her feet apart opening her legs wide, she surveyed her reflection in the mirror, she studied her nakedness, the lingerie providing scant coverage. The outline of her breasts appeared devilishly eager, her inquisitive eyes following down to where her thighs joined, she slid her hands down to the inside of her thighs and with her fingers teased the outer lips of her vagina apart. Shifting her hips forward she was able to direct the light from the lamp onto her fingers, Jessica could now clearly see the opening of her cunt. The wantonness of the woman in the mirror ignited a fire in her blood, she could feel the flush of heat making her heart race, her breasts heavy with passion and her cunt wet with thirst.
Jessica heard the phone ring.
“Hello Sweetheart”.
“Hello Jessica”.
“Are you all settled in”, Jessica asked?
“Yes”.
“So am I”, Jessica responded.
“What are you wearing”, enquired Jessica?
“I’m in my red kimono, in bed”.
“What about you”.
“I’m wearing the red corset set, the one that displays my tits”.
“I’ve set myself up in the Lounge, with my cushions and candles”.
“Shall I tell you what I can see”?
“Yes please”, uttered Kathryn.
With a low sultry quality in her voice, Jessica began.
“I am sitting on the end of the ottoman, I can see a woman in the mirror”.
“She has her breasts on display, she is inviting me to touch them”.
“They’re beautiful, unprotected and available”.
“She is reaching up and taking one in her hand”.
“Her bosom is imprisoned within her grasp, squeezing, squeezing tightly”.
“Red marks have been left by her fingers on her breast”.
“I am opening my legs and exposing myself to the woman in the mirror, welcoming her”.
“She is ravenous in her anticipation”.
“I’m tracing my fingers down to my opening and letting them explore the folds of my lips”.
“I’m allowing them admission and sliding”.
“One”.
“Two”.
“Three”.
“And the forth finger into me”.
“Pushing on the walls of the void inside”.
“Intruding further”.
“Striving towards my cervix”.
“The woman in the mirror never averts her eyes not even for a second”.
“She is watching me as I fill my cunt with my hand”.
“I can feel moisture on my fingers, smooth and velvety”.
“My fingers are moving effortlessly within me”.
Jessica paused to draw in a series of urgent breaths, she now had the fingers of her hand embedded deep within her vagina, her lips distended and flared by the invading fingers. The hood of the clitoris peeled away under the tension of stretching tissue, the pearl shaped nodule unclad and vulnerable. The woman in the mirror could clearly make out the distress of her hunger. Jessica withdrew her fingers and anointed the wetness secreted into her hand over her vagina making the skin glisten under the lamp light. The candles were now filling the room with their sumptuous scent, the Sandalwood and Amber heavy in the air. Jessica put the handset down on the coffee table took two mouth fulls of the wine and reached over to collect the dildo resting on the couch. Sitting back down on the end of the Ottoman Jessica had hold of the dildo, bright pink with a large bulbous head with a tapered tip, fastened to a shaft of considerable circumference, approximately seven inches long. Jessica applied lubricant to the dildo and to her vagina, then stepped forward off the Ottoman and onto her knees. Kneeling in front of the mirror Jessica straddled the dildo and place it between her legs, she edged her knees further apart and brought the head of the dildo to the mouth of her vagina.
Looking in the mirror Jessica could see the it’s pink shinning head poised to enter her, she watched as it penetrated the opening. It continued it’s incursion stretching the skin draped on both sides by the delicate fronds of her inner lips.
Jessica picked up the handset, her breaths coming in short puffs as she worked the head of the dildo in.
“Hi Sweetheart”.
“Sorry”.
“I needed two hands for a moment”.
“I’m just at the start”.
“The head’s going in”.
Jessica’s voice began to tremble as the pressure built and the connecting tissue surrounding the orifice of her cunt fought against the intruder, feeling the familiar bite in the stretch as it protested this offence.
“It’s stretching me”.
“I can feel it”.
“My lips Stretching”.
“Like a rubber band”.
“Around the head”.
“It’s Lovely Big Head”.
“The woman in the mirror”.
“She’s watching me”.
“Watching my cunt”.
“Eat this thing”.
“I need”.
“I need to bear Down”,
“It’s almost
“There”.
“Yes”.
“Yes”.
“I’m There”.
“It’s inside me”.
Jessica had now forced the head of the dildo inside her vagina, her lips stretching angrily around the shaft as Jessica’s cunt strained against it’s girth. The woman in the mirror watched in fascination as the pink dildo was consumed buy Jessica’s greedy hole. Jessica was conversant with the feeling of fullness and the sustained trauma to the tissues in her pelvis as the mass of the dildo came into contact with her cervix. With the dildo entombed in her vagina, Jessica made her way back onto the Ottoman and reclined into the cushions she’d arranged.
Kathryn had listened intently to Jessica and was aware of her distinctive appetites, she remembers the first time Jessica indulged in this particular craving. Kathryn was initially alarmed at the size of the of the sex toy Jessica was planning the insert, to Kathryn’s surprise Jessica achieved her lustful objective. Kathryn remembers being enthralled with the orgasm that possessed Jessica, it had a savage undertone that tore through her body, forcing a piercing scream form her throat. Kathryn had driven her to climax with her lips and tongue, in an avalanche of ecstasy that left Jessica sobbing.
It was these memories at the forefront despite the adventures earlier in the day. Kathryn had begun caressing her breasts and playing with her nipples during the first act of Jessica’s performance. The lips of her vagina were once again moist with a velvety feel as her fingers slid in. The handset of the phone was propped on the pillow besides’ Kathryn’s head. Freeing both hands, fingers either side of her vagina, her lips held between between her thumb and forefinger, moving in concentric circles. The inward arc would concertina the flesh surrounding her clitoris and on the outward arc pulling her lips apart opening the hole to her cunt. Kathryn felt her innards begin to twist and coil upon each other, like a spring being wound tight, energy stored awaiting release.
Jessica drew in a deep breath before talking to Kathryn.
“Sweetheart”.
“I need you”.
“I want to feel you”.
“I want your mouth on mine”.
“Fuck Sweetheart”.
‘I’m getting close”.
Once Jessica had mad herself comfortable on the Ottoman, she had begin to focus attention on her clitoris, first with her finger tips and now in the final stage with a vibrator. Resting the tip of the vibrator on the hooded pearl of her clitoris, sent a searing surge of pleasure deep into her pelvis. Jessica’s body was committed to the outcome of her desire, her breaths were coming in short sharp rasps as she approached the threshold.
“I’m getting Close”.
“I’m Close”.
“Close”.
“Fuck”.
“Fuck”.
“Fuck”.
“Fuck”.
“I’m Cumming”.
“Kathryn”.
“I’m CUMMING”.
Jessica orgasmed and Kathryn listened to the chorus of ecstasy as her screams echoed down the phone line, her cry’s carried in them the emancipation of desire and longing. Jessica’s climax unshackled from it’s chains of restraint and self-discipline ambushed her senses, asserting it’s dominion over her body. Jessica innards danced to a demonic tune of indulgent bliss as spasm after spasm seized her, she fought against the plea of abandonment keeping the vibrator in place pressing it down ensuring the succession of her orgasm. Jessica felt the a second onslaught building on the background of the her climax, it swirled through her inner thighs, clawed at her pelvis, plunging her head long into an overwhelming orgasm.
Kathryn knew the sound that emanated from her friend, a lascivious language with a barbarous vocabulary, a lasting scream twisted in anguish and sublime deliverance signalling the fulfilment in her reward.
Jessica her stamina spent, let go of the vibrator and surrendered to the pleasure that pulsed through her, relinquishing control of her body as she lay drained from the toll demanded from her intemperance. Jessica lay reclined on the Ottoman her breathing coming back under her control, she savoured the gratification of her climax. With her orgasm finally settling Jessica recovered her sobriety, she became aware of the growing discomfort in her vagina, brought herself up onto her elbows reached down and gently dislodged the dildo.
As the dildo withdrew from Jessica’s cunt, an outpouring of pent up ejaculate streamed from her in long stringy filaments that clung to the head of the dildo, wet tendrils that left a pattern of criss crossing tracks on the leather of the Ottoman leading from her bruised and wounded vagina to the dildo resting between Jessica’s legs.
Jessica picked up the telephone handset and spoke to Kathryn.
“Cum for me Sweetheart”.
Kathryn had listened intently to Jessica, the titillation of her orgasm fuelled her greediness and she was well along the pathway to her own climax when Jessica whispered the words ‘Cum for me ‘. The fragrance of her perfume, the air heavy with the scent of Sandalwood and Jasmine from the candles, the silk from her kimono slipping against her skin and her own soft receptive flesh were working collectively to power her lustful intentions. Kathryn’s fingers were wrapped within the folds of her vagina exploring it’s recesses, her other hand was firmly pinching at her nipple, which now in it’s belligerent reply to this violation rose up from her breast in a sizeable rubbery nub
Each squeeze of her nipple created a disturbance in the equilibrium of her self-indulgence, supercharging the response to the fingers buried within her cunt, dispatching hot flushes throughout her body and driving a cry of satisfaction from her.
Kathryn withdrew her fingers from her vagina, lifted her hand to her face and filled her lungs with the aroma of her sex, relishing in the powerful musk that fired her olfactory nerves. Prompting an intense spasm in her vagina that solicited a brief stream of ejaculate, spraying across the bed sheets. The viscous coating on her fingers permitted a silken entry over her lips into her mouth, Kathryn closed her lips around her fingers, her tongue sampling the tingling acidity of her distinct flavour. While not in anyway offensive or displeasing, Kathryn did prefer the culinary delight of a man’s per-cum over her own cuisine. It had a sleekness to it’s texture and a sweetness on the tongue, she loved to milk an erect penis and be rewarded with rivulets of per-cum spilling from the eye. It was the memories of hard cocks filling her mouth and the sugariness flowing onto her tongue that enthralled her now, as her fingers returning to their place between her thighs.
Kathryn turned her head towards the handset of the telephone laying on the pillow beside her and spoke.
“I will”.
“I just need a little more time”.
“The sound of your orgasm was amazing”.
“I’ve been playing with my nipples all this time”.
“They are so hard and sensitive”.
“I wish I could feel your warm hands squeezing my tits and pinching them”.
“Yes”.
“Yes, Please pinch them”.
“HARD”.
Kathryn reached for her vibrator, turning it on she began with a broad circular pattern, commencing from the top of her vagina, downward stretching her labium to to one side before reaching the base and returning upward on the opposite side arriving at the crest. This was the template she repeated over and over again, each time traversing the pathway a little faster building in desperation as she recognised the stirrings of her approaching climax.
“Please touch me” Kathryn whispered.
“Please”.
“Please place your lips upon my fanny”.
“Yes”.
“Yes”.
“Please”.
“Jessica”.
“I want you to take my Cunt into your mouth and make me Cum”.
“Jessica”.
“Make Me Cum”.
The vibrator was now motionless, buried in the upper cleft of her vagina, weighted down on her clitoris, initiating a series of lawless contractions that spread like wildfire through her pelvis. Kathryn ascended to the apex of her climax, her body seized by anticipation, impatient for the arrival of her orgasm.
It happened upon her, an energetic pressure that detonated out from her clitoris sending a shock wave through her, uncoiling her innards in unrestrained pleasure.
“Make Me Cum”.
“Make Me Cum”.
“Make ME CUM”.
“Jesus Fuck. JESSICA”.
“I’m FUCKING CUMMING”.
“CUMMING”.
“CUMMMING”.
A sonata of ecstasy erupted from Kathryn’s throat in cry’s of exaltation to her climax. Jessica revelled in the triumphant screams of Kathryn’s orgasm, sending lavish flush of heat out into her body, the nipples of her breasts jutting out like pointed thorns.
Kathryn spoke again through laboured breathing, her voice clumsy from the effort.
“I’m not finished yet”.
It had been an objective of Kathryn’s from the onset of the evening, however she had not committed to it until now. Emboldened by her climax Kathryn was determined to have her satisfaction from tonight’s activities. The vibrator was still running laying in the bed along side her, she turned it off and put it back down beside her. Kathryn’s head was spinning from the effects of the champagne and her climax, her heart continued to race, but she was determined to fulfill her desire. In the draw of the bedside table Kathryn retrieved a small tube of lubricant. Razing one of her knees to her chest Kathryn dispensed the lubricant onto her finger tips and applied it to the closed orifice of her anus. Spreading it around it’s borders before gently inserting a finger to ensure it will be receptive of her attentions. With this completed she applied the appropriate amount of lubricant to the vibrator. Kathryn took hold of the shin pinning the knee to her chest and taking the vibrator in the other hand slid it down towards the opening between the cheeks of her bottom. Once it arrived at it’s destination Kathryn used the head of the vibrator to tease the opening in preparation for entry. Holding the vibrator perpendicular to her ass she presented the head to her anus, taking in a deep breath she pushed the vibrator in, once over the flared tip her anus clasped snuggly around the shaft.
It kook an additional three more breaths to work three quarters of the vibrator into her back passage. Kathryn lowered her leg back down, shuffled up the bed onto the pillows, spread her thighs wide and grasped the end of the vibrator that protruded from her ass.
Kathryn spoke again, this time with certitude.
“Jessica I’m not finished”.
“I need to cum again”.
“I’ve tickled my bum with the vibrator”.
“It’s now deep in my bottom”.
“And I’m ready for more”.
Beginning with small movements Kathryn pushed in and pulled out on the vibrator, with each successive cycle her anus became more and more accepting with the initial discomfort giving way to pleasurable sensations that emanated from deep in her pelvis finding their way into her clitoris. The speed and the depth of the vibrator increased exponentially and so did her pleasure. Kathryn inserted two of her fingers into her cunt, she pressed down feeling the shape of the vibrator through the walls of her vagina and walls of her bowel. With each thrust inwards Kathryn pressed down with her fingers, creating the most wonderfully intense sensations that focused solely on her clitoris, the palm of her hand adding fuel to the fire as it rolled the hood backwards and forwards over it. Kathryn continued in this vein until the incandescence in her clitoris drove all other distractions from her mind imposing it’s demands for attention. Kathryn withdrew her fingers from her vagina and aimed them directly onto her clitoris, her rectum now welcomed the vibrator as Kathryn eagerly fucked her ass with it. Kathryn’s breaths were coming short and fast as she increased the tempo of the vibrator and her fingers. With each inward thrust Kathryn released a guttural cry as the pressure built within her abdomen, she felt the first of a series of involuntary spasms clenching her anus providing resistance against the thrusting vibrator. Kathryn’s cry’s were clearly audible to Jessica over the phone.
“Jesus Fucking Christ”.
“Fucking CHRIST”.
“Fucking”.
“Fucking”.
“Fucking”.
“Fucking”.
“Fucking”.
“FUCKING”.
“JESSICA I’m CUMMING”.
“God I’M CUMMING”.
“CUMMING”.
“CUMMING”.
Kathryn’s orgasm rampaged through her body, the skin encapsulating her magnificent breasts flushed red and tightened, the flesh of her areolas contracted in unison giving the appearance of crumpled crape paper that surrounded her hard erect nipples. Kathryn felt the vigorous contractions forcing their way through her pelvis, her body scumming to their power as they laid siege to her innards. As the first wave of ecstasy took hold of Kathryn, her bladder involuntarily emptied, releasing a single stream arching high in the air before landing on the bed in the most seductive display of incontinence. The mouth of her vagina twitched, engaged it’s own wordless outcry keeping time with her anus’s endeavours as it excitedly attempted to devour the vibrator. Kathryn hand no time or capacity to draw in another breath with the second wave of brutal pleasure enforcing it’s directive upon her. Kathryn arched back into the pillows, her head spinning the fingers of her hand pulling up off her clitoris, leaving the buzzing vibrator deep in Kathryn’s ass churning away at her insides. Kathryn had depleted the air in her lungs and now they burned, her climax had not yet released her from it’s grip and she struggled against the fire spreading through her chest, but this only increased the amplitude of the orgasm. Finally a pause in the onslaught, Kathryn’s throat opened and the air rushed in sending a violent shudder through her, dispatching sobbing cry of submission.
Kathryn lay on the bed gasping for air, her limbs heavy as though she had run up fifty flights of stairs. Kathryn craned forward lifted her leg and removed the vibrator for her backside, turned it off and dropped it beside her. Picking up the handset she called to Jessica.
“Are you still there”?
“Yes Sweetheart I am”, came Jessica’s reply.
“Sounded like you needed that”.
Jessica had listened to Kathryn over the phone, she understood her distinct predilection when she indulged in anal foreplay. It was something that Jessica would entertain for Kathryn when they were together on occasions, it was largely a private pursuit Kathryn would explore by herself. Kathryn rarely engaged in anal sex with any of her male lovers, she needed to be in full control and her partner’s eagerness often spoiled the delicious pleasure Kathryn derived from her bottom. Jessica had experimented over the years but the appetite for it never manifested. Jessica had finished the glass of Malbec and was pouring another glass when Kathryn replied.
“Yes”.
“I’ve been as horny as hell”.
“That’s number five for today”.
“Five times a week not out of the ordinary”.
“But”!
“It sounds like watching young men masturbate in the open fields is your Hot Button Kathryn”.
“Look the thought of that certainly sparks my interest and if I had been fortunate to witness it too, I’d be right beside you with pants off keeping count as well”.
“I fact I’m thinking about visiting and staying for a week or two. I can’t let you have all this fun by yourself”.
“We could stakeout your secret hiding place and lay in weight for him, take a basket wine food, make a picnic of it”.
“Better yet we should invite him over have a few drinks and a BBQ. I want to meet this boy who’s made you all wet and horny”.
“You are always welcome my love”.
“But one step at a time”.
Kathryn rolled over and picked up the glass of champagne finished what was left in it and surveyed the state of her bed.
“Shit my bed is an absolute disaster area. I’m going to need to change everything and I need a shower. I’ll call you back and we will talk some more”.
“Love You”.
