Gillian's Introduction

“Gillian!” the snub nosed blonde cries as she opens the door. “You decided to come along after all!”

Like the blonde, the brunette on the doorstep is tall, slim and in her early thirties. She seems nervous as she steps inside.

“I thought I’d come and see – that’s all” she says.

“That’s fine” grins the blonde, giving her friend a gentle squeeze. “There’s no obligation of any kind – and complete discretion. But he’s even better than the rumours, I can tell you that!”

She leads the way into the living room, pouring them both a drink. The brunette accepts it gratefully.

“It’s just that I’ve never been unfaithful before” she says, sipping quickly. The blonde frowns “This isn’t being unfaithful. This is just a different kind of massage, that’s all.

As the brunette gives her an old fashioned look, the blonde says, “What do you think my husband gets up to on his business trips? Or yours? How many massage parlours do they go to – for a massage?”

As the brunette sighs, the blonde takes her arm. “Come upstairs. Sharon and Jessica are already there”

The Brunette looks startles. “He’s already here?”

“Of course. He’s always early – and never a disappointment” The two women go into the hall. “He’s twenty four and he’s beautiful – all over. And he can go on forever”

The brunette allows herself to be led upstairs. On the landing a soft grunting can be heard, mixed with faint sighs. It comes from a bedroom to the right. The blonde eases open the door and beckons her brunette friend forward. Inside the bedroom curtains are closed and the room is in semi darkness. It’s a moment before the brunette’s eyes adjust to the gloom. Then she sees the three figures on the large double bed. All she is aware of at first is a tangle of naked limbs. Then it becomes obvious what is happening and her eyes widen in shock.

A young man is kneeling on the bed with two older women. The man is completely naked, his tightly muscled back to the door. A dark haired woman, wearing only support stockings and a white slip bunched beneath her large, loose breasts, sprawls on her back before him, her legs splayed wide. Straddling her is a very slim woman with short-cropped hair. The slim woman wears a bra but is otherwise naked, leaning forward so that her usually broad rear is raised above her companion’s crotch. Both women’s genitalia are fully exposed.

As the brunette watches, the young man moved forward, reaching below his waist. There is a loud grunt from the dark haired woman as he leans between her thighs, adjusts himself then thrusts forward. As he begins to jerk his buttocks, settling into a steady rhythm, he grips the slim woman’s back and thighs, gradually sliding a hand round her rib cage to prise her bra off her small, thick-nippled breasts.

“Oh my heavens” – The brunette hisses. “This is disgusting – I can’t believe –“ She goes to turn away but the blonde grips her arm.

“Don’t be silly, Gillian” she whispers. “I felt like that when Jessica first introduced me. But you’re really not giving yourself a chance. Don’t be outraged. Just examine your real feelings”

On the bed the dark haired woman is beginning to breathe heavily and loudly. “No – no” she murmurs. “Oh no – it’s happening – oh no!-“

She gives a fierce gasp as the young man pauses in his thrusts. He thrusts once more and she shudders violently. “Oh God –“ she cries and is still.

Immediately the slim woman on top is turning, clutching at the man’s darkly haired thigh. “Now – quick – quick!” she hisses.

The young man falls back onto his haunches as the dark haired woman groans. Then he rises higher on his knees. Gripping the slim woman’s thighs, he draws her back onto him, but the position is uncomfortable. The young man lifts higher, fumbling between the woman’s cheeks. For a brief moment the watching brunette glimpses something stiff and thick, impossible long, protruding from the man’s crotch. Then he is leaning into the slim woman who suddenly gasps out loud. “Oh yes – yes! Push! Push it in – right in – ah! –

“He can’t be that size”, the brunette whispers “I don’t believe it – I couldn’t possibly-“

Grinning, her blonde companion nudges. “You could – and I can tell you it feels amazing! And he goes on and on and on for as long as you want. Now how many other men have you known like that?-“

Open mouthed, the brunette stares at the bed where the young man is thrusting harder and faster. Panting fiercely, the slim woman jerks with each thrust, bending forward to raise her bottom still higher, then pushing herself high up to steepen the young man’s angle entry. It’s on one of these rises that she stiffens suddenly and begins to pant even more fiercely. Her head falls back, her mouth hanging open. Then, abruptly, she lets out a series of racking sobs and slumps forward across the bed.

The young man takes a deep breath and withdrawals. He turns toward the newcomer. His face is strong and boyish, beaded with sweat. His body is superbly defined without being over developed, except for his slim, muscular thighs where his erect cock rises. It is broad and arrow headed, thickly veined and damp with the juices of the two women.

The brunette has never seen anything more beautiful, more obscene.

“David, this is Gillian” the blonde says. “She’d like to say Hello”

As the young man smiles, the brunette shakes her head violently.

“No! I mean – it’s nice to meet – I must go-“

But as she turns again the blonde stops her. “Gillian is a little on the shy side, David. She’s turned on, but she’s too embarrassed to show it”

To the brunette’s horror, the young man begins to climb off the bed, his large cock bobbing in front of him. “Oh come on, Gillian” Comes a drowsy voice from the bed. The dark haired woman, still flushed and tousle haired, sits up, grinning. “You’ll love it. You don’t think I worry about my hubby.”

“I love my husband” says the brunette. The young man is almost at her side.

“Then I’m sure he’d love you to have good sex” he says “But I’m not forcing you. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to”

“Nonsense!” snaps the blonde. “Gillian can never make up her mind about anything. She always needs a nudge”

Immediately she pushes her friend who stumbles over the end of the bed. The dark haired woman stretches forward and, grasps her arms, holding her down. The slim woman stirs and, grinning runs her hand up Gillian’s thighs. Immediately she yanks up the brunette’s skirt. As the brunette cries, “No!-“ stronger , masculine hands grasp the edges of her pants, drawing them back and off. Cool air touches the brunette’s pussy. As she wiggles the dark haired woman’s grip tightens, forcing her flatter onto the mattress.

A hand presses into her back, pushing her down. Others prise her thighs apart. She shudders violently, squirming in their grasp. “I musn’t -“ she hisses. “Please – I won’t tell”

“You won’t want to love” the blond murmurs, “You’ll be as guilty as the rest of us” and the brunette gasps as broad, masculine thighs slide between hers, rough hairs graze the tender flesh of her inner thighs.

“Lift her arse – higher than that –“ the blonde grunts. The young man’s hands grip her bared hips, jerking her bottom higher. Her back arches. Hands are fumbling between her legs, teasing her pussy-cunt, her clitoris. Her heart thunders in her chest.

“There – I told her she was turned on” the blond grunts her “Here – let me put it in – she’s soaking!”

Something hard and warm, impossibly broad nudges her sex lips, making her start. “Please-“ she whispers. The dark haired woman grins just in front of her face. “You’ll love it darling – promise-“ she says.

Then the hard thing pushes again – harder, making her grunt – and again, and suddenly she is stretching, enclosing it, swallowing it. A bloated rod of desire is sliding inside her, deep into her body. Her mouth drops open in a frozen gasp of agony and joy and disbelief. And then the young man begins to pump, thrusting hard, pulling her back onto his jabbing cock, half lifting her from the bed with the force of his thrusts. The brunette’s gasp turns to sobs to rasping breaths to moans to a sudden shriek of “Yes – yes – fuck me-fuck me!-“

Then with a soft moan, she slumps forward across the bed. And the blonde smiles. “Now that’s what I call guilty” she says “Aren’t you pleased you came?”