Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 47

The afternoon passed pleasantly, doing nothing in particular. It was just nice to be out in good company, sharing the craic. About 6pm, we grabbed a bus home, stopping short of the base to visit the village store to replenish supplies (‘Lager for the men and a fruit-based beverage for the ladies’, to paraphrase a popular British Comedian), and to grab a chippy tea, before walking the last mile or so home.

After we ate, we sat chatting, each couple cuddling close until nearly midnight. Almost as if they were connected telepathically, the girls rose together and headed for the door, beseeching us to “Give us 15-minutes, then come up to our rooms.”

“I guess it’s Ann Summers time,” said Ken. I had had much the same thought or was it the same hope. Knowing for certain that Barbie and Ken were going to have sex, in the room next to us felt a bit strange. And the look on Ken’s face told me he had similar feelings. But let us be honest, neither of us were going to let that get in the way of what was about to happen. And before you jump to that conclusion, NO, we never did any swapping or swinging, at any time.

Parting on the landing, we shared a brief handshake and a silent ‘good luck mate’ and opened the bedroom doors to join our respective partners. Inside, the room was bathed in a dull, reddish hue, much duller than usual. Glancing at the bedside lamp, I noted Jayne had draped a lacy red scarf over the shade, to further shield the white light. The OCD in me immediately went to ‘fire hazard,’ but I forced that thought back down, and turned my attention to the stunning woman within.

Jayne lay on the bed, on top of the counter pane, flat on her back, at attention, with her arms crossed across her chest. Her attire made her look like a female vampire, waiting for the sun to set. It gave me chills.

Jayne was wearing a sheer, full length, white night gown. The bodice clung snuggly beneath her breasts, lifting them slightly, making them appear bigger than the B-cup they really were. Small or not, they were beautiful to me, especially now as they peered, tantalising, at me through the thin top of her nightie. Further down, both sides of the garment were slashed to hip level, though Jayne had arranged it carefully over the full length of her legs. Beneath it, matching white panties encased her bum and vulva. The two layers of material were just thin enough to allow the dark shadow of her dense, black bush to be seen, inviting and teasing. Pure lust? Maybe. But I had never seen Jayne looking so voluptuous and desirable. For one, brief perverted moment, I could not help but ask myself, did Barbie look this good too, in her new purchases. Bad Titus. BAD Titus!

Turning her head towards me, Jayne lifted one arm and beckoned me towards her, before resuming her pose. I closed in on the bed, stripping off my clothes as I went, until I was down to just my skivvies, and collecting the pack of Durex from my bag. I held these up, so Jayne saw them, and she nodded acknowledgment and silently mouthed a thank you.

Carrying the ‘vampire fantasy,’ if that is what it was, through, I advanced on Jayne, knelt beside her, and sank my teeth, gently, into her bare neck. This caused her to break character and guffaw with laughter, but she enveloped me in her arms and drew me in for a long, sensuous mouth-to-mouth kiss.

As we explored each other’s mouths, Jayne casually manoeuvred me around and pressed me down onto my back. Breaking away from my lips, she started to lick and kiss down my neck, chest, and belly, until she reached the top of my pants. Hooking her fingers in the waistband, she roughly snatched them off, momentarily catching my stiffness, pulling it down at an unnatural angle, making me yelp. “Oh, poor little thing,” she cooed, and planted a sloppy kiss full on the head of my cock, to make it better. Little thing? That hurt more than the bent dick!

Jayne consolidated her oral contact with me, by taking my cock head into her warm, wet mouth, using her lips to peel back my foreskin, exposing my sensitive tip to her tongue, which she proceeded to use to lick my frenulum, each time her bobbing head reached to top of its stroke. Jayne did not blow me as much as I would like, but when she did…WOW!

For someone who did not really like giving head, Jayne really had a flair for it, that made me shudder and shake constantly, as she sucked, slobbered and lick at my cock. It only took a short time before I could feel my climax rapidly approaching and warned Jayne, I was really close.

She wouldn’t let me cum in her mouth (I’d done so once, accidentally, and got a severe bollocking for it), so when I gave her the agreed signal, two pats on the top of her head, she took my cock out of her mouth, but still licking my shaft, frantically stroked me with her hand to finish me off. I ejaculated copiously, hitting Jayne in the face and hair; another thing she hated, but on this occasion, she let it go without comment, simply wiping it off with her towel, before laying back down beside me.

I had not touched Jayne yet, but her arousal was obvious. Even through the lingering sunburn, the sex flush on her neck and chest signalled her need. After taking a short break to regather my senses, I moved to go down on her, to return the favour she had just given me. But Jayne stopped me. “No, not that, she gasped, “I need you in me, right now!” Uh oh…that concerned me a bit. I am not normally given to ‘follow on’ erections and was worried I could not rise to the occasion so quickly. But Jayne’s urgency to be fucked triggered something in me, and with a little help from her I soon sported a more than satisfactory boner.

Remembering the need for barrier protection, I rubbered up, getting even harder as I did, from the sight of Jayne gently rubbing her vulva, with her hand, through the now wet, white knickers. I announced I was ready and leaned over to undress her for action. But again, she prevented me doing so. She wanted to stay encased in the Ann Summers lingerie as we fucked it seemed.

For a moment, Jayne confused the fuck out of me, rolling over onto her side, turning her back to me. But I got the message when she raised her upper leg and pulled the crotch of her knickers to one side, exposing her swollen labia and vaginal mouth, all ready for action. I sidled up behind Jayne and, sheathed cock in hand, fumbled to enter her, in doing so rubbing my cock head against her sensitive parts, feeling their warmth and slickness, even through the Durex. “No playing, put it in, now,” said Jayne.

I was not intentionally ‘playing,’ but it did feel good, though I was struggling to penetrate her opening. But by lifting her upper leg higher, I managed to gain inroads and with a few gentle strokes, sunk fully home. Once in, lowering Jayne’s legs together anchored me firmly in place.

One great advantage of the ‘follow on’ was that I had almost indefinite control over my next orgasm now, so was able to give Jayne exactly what she wanted. Starting slowly and using the full length of my penis, I made slow, passionate love to her. Needing something to do with my hands, but conscious of the need to avoid any areas that may still be sun sore, I had no choice but to go for her ‘white bits.’ This meant I must fondle her milky white tits, tweaking and tugging on her turgid nipples; well, that is my excuse. My other hand worked its way into the front of her silky knickers, where I gently tweaked her damp pubic hair, before drawing her wetness up to lubricate her clitoris, which I stroked in time to my penile rhythm.

The triple action of my cock and hands was apparently working its magic, as Jayne became more and more animated. Meeting my thrusts with a backward motion of her hips, as we gradually increased the tempo. I do not know about you, but I always feel a great sense of relief when I give a woman an orgasm during intercourse. Especially when it is really love making, rather than just animal fucking; not that the later is a bad thing.

Jayne announced her impending climax, just before I felt the familiar contractions of her vaginal muscles around my cock, and the shuddering of her limbs, as she rode the pleasure she was feeling. I slowed my pace, allowing her to finish her cum, but kept on slowly stroking. When Jayne had come down enough to realise I was still going, she immediately rang the changes.

Barely missing a stroke, Jayne pulled away from me, pushed me to my back, whipped her knickers off, straddled me, and slipped my cock back into her sopping hole. Then in this new position, she began to ride me hell for leather. It all happened so fast, there was no time for me to lose any of my hardness, so Jayne took advantage of this and frantically started to work herself towards another orgasm, which she achieved in short order; two for two, we were on a roll.