Library Treasure Hunt {Closed for HelenUK44)

[Dirtydave1974]

It was another quiet day in the library. It was a little after lunch, and there were only three patrons. A senior citizen sat at a desk flipped through a newspaper. A young man with a laptop typed away in a workstation with privacy barriers on either side. Lastly, a slim blonde-haired woman wandered the endless lines of sturdy bookshelves lining the walls, curling around reading nooks and study areas and marching across the floor in row after row.

The soft tick of the overhead clock was interrupted by the sound of a cell phone ringing for only a moment before being shut off. Cool, dry air from the conditioners blew down onto Abbi and Helen, who sat behind the long front desk stacked with books and computers.

The library was an oasis of calm and silence in an otherwise hectic and busy inner-city street.

Abbi adjusted her glasses and scratched her head. Her brown hair was pulled back into a prim ponytail. The twenty-two-year-old dressed conservatively, blouse buttoned up to her neck and cardigan. She also wore a long floral skirt that hid her plus-size hips. Abbi had something of a pear-shaped body. Medium-sized upper body and 12 XXS hips and buttocks.

She was sorting through the returns. Four fictions, two autobiographies, one legal encyclopedia, and a children's book. Everything was neatly organized how Abbi liked it, except a single thin book that had no place being here.

'Library Encounters' by Larry Lit. There was no library bar code anywhere on it. Maybe someone placed it in the returns chute by mistake. The book was thin, only a few pages long with a cheap cover. A mousy-looking woman was poorly photoshopped in front of the outside of a library.

The woman's fingers were spread wide and rested on her chest above her breasts. Her eyes hidden behind her glasses were slightly wide, and her lips parted as though she had just said, "Oh my."

It definitely didn't belong in the library. Abbi tossed the book onto the table between Helen and her computer to be dealt with later.

"Dad was wondering if you were coming over for movie night on Saturday? We are watching Love, guaranteed. "Saturday romance movie night had been an ongoing ritual between the two friends since high school. It had been an on-again-off-again event depending on whether Helen was dating anyone. But a recent dip in their social lives over the last year meant that they were more on-again than off.

Unfortunately, Helen hadn't enjoyed the previous three movies, and Abbi worried that she would stop coming.

 

[HelenUK44]

Library Treasure Hunt continued

Helen is the product of Richard and Susan Moore. Richard runs a thriving accountancy business in town and Susan largely keeps house although does some basic administration work more to occupy her than for financial reward, although as Richard says ‘there is the tax advantage dear.’ Helen has helped out in the past but in recent times has found herself working in the local library.

The Moore’s are a close knit family and Helen wants for little, having to pay no keep and being showered with plenty of presents come Christmas and birthday time. Mum and dad like her living with them and she provides good company for Susan as dad is often away and hard at work.

It was the bosom of Susan which attracted Richard and as the years have gone on so Susan’s figure has enlarged so she can be justifiably called a big beautiful woman. Helen is just a younger version of her mother standing 5ft 7 inches tall with shoulder length brown hair and a curvy figure. Attractive firm G cup breasts are held and well covered by a fulsome bra, blouse and cardigan. Today she wears a plain blue pleated skirt.

Every Saturday without fail her parents are out, sometimes for the whole weekend. At one time Helen was curious but enquiries of mum and dad got her nowhere. Mum said to her ‘that is our time together darling after your dad has been working hard all week.’ Helen knew her mother enough not to ask more. Some black lingerie of her mother’s she came across suggested they were not as straight laced as they seemed and her dad having a second mobile phone fully in view of mum increased curiosity. Helen knew that his locked office provided perfect opportunity.

Sunday is church for the family.

Helen’s mum fussed irritatingly over her. She was forever repeating ‘A kiss from a young man is nice dear but remember to save your body until you are to be married.’ Helen knew that her mother would be aghast if she ever contemplated birth control.

Helen did date young men but they seemed to lose interest after a couple of dates. It was well obvious that they liked a fondle of her breasts but when they realised that this is what dating her involved they soon went elsewhere. Perhaps now she was getting older and more mature it was time for a change.

Helen was bored, the library was quiet and whilst Abbi was a lovely friend her Saturday visits were becoming a little routine. It was though nice of her Dad to offer and she accepted graciously. She made a mental note to ‘make more effort’. Her dad seemed a nice man.

Helen looked over and glanced at this small book. The cover was certainly unusual and she casually picked it up. Looking inside, she read and reddened before glancing around and with nobody looking she folded it slid the book into her bag.

‘Just off to the loo’ she said to Abbi. There cramped and sitting on the seat she read taking in a brief summary of the text.

‘a librarian receives a request from an anonymous person offering dinner if she dresses in a certain way and brings a vibrator with her. She does this out of curiosity and a tall handsome guy, blonde hair blue eyes turns up. They go for dinner at a posh hotel, they dance and kiss. He fondles her and she wants him. They go upstairs to his bedroom where she strips encouragingly for him whilst he masturbates. She then lies back, opens her thighs and begins to use the vibrator on herself in front of him’

Helen’s hand is on her breast as she reads. What starts as a short romance novel soon turns into something steamier and she undoes her cardigan and the buttons of her blouse wanting to tease her own flesh. Her nipple is hardening as she imagines herself there pleasuring in front of a male with a full erection. She knows she wants to and at the same time as the librarian in the story but conscience wins, this is at work and she puts the story away noting it is marked ‘part 1’. She uses tissue and flushes before returning to her desk.

Abbi asks ‘are you ok, you look hot?’

Helen smiles and passes over the story saying ‘perhaps we could chat about this later’.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

While Helen used the restroom, Abbi decided to deal with a handful of returns. The biography section was on the way to the restroom and so she followed Helen before moving into the maze of shelves and stacks.

Abbi worried about Helen. She seemed increasingly distracted almost to the point of being disinterested. Abbi didn’t have many friends, and of the ones she did have Helen was the closest. Most of her other friends had married or were travelling the world.

Still Abbi had her library. A world filled with words and knowledge and adventure. It was enough for her. A perfect substitute for a snotty nosed kid or cheap hostel.
She found a spot for her three books on the shelves and was making her way to the lavatory when a thin book caught her eye. Another book without a barcode.

There were more of these? Annoying.

Irritably, Abbi removed the book from the shelf and carried it with her to the front desk.The book in her hand had the same cover as the previous she’d found among the returns. Except, next to the title in bold red font were the words part 2. As she sat, Abbie skimmed through the pages.

She met the stranger again the following night. The stranger had her sit on his lap with her legs wide facing the TV. They watched hours of adult movie. He jilled her pussy as a montage of genitals and breasts flashed across the screen.
Her voice rose in harmony to the porn stars who drove their bodies onto their partners.

She ground her buttocks into the strangers crotch feeling him harden in his pants, but he quickly put a stop to this. “Behave. Enjoy the show.”

His fingers pushed her toward ecstasy, but then just as she stood on the precipice of orgasm he stopped and turned the television off.

“Please,” she begged.

“No. You may not cum until tomorrow. Return here at the same time.” To her utter surprise he kicked her out.

The next day the librarian’s pussy was puffy and demanded her attention. She awaoke with her fingers between her legs, and even when she was walking down the street she could feel it tingling like a battery waiting to be discharged.

Her skin craved to be touched, her nipples stiffened at the slightest breeze and her fantasies were filled with the images from the adult movie the night before. Women shouting out as they orgasmed and men spilling their junk over their partners bodies and faces.

As she sat behind her desk, the librarian didn’t know how she was going to make it through the day.

Abbie blinked in shock. She could feel the heat in her face. She looked around to see if anyone had been watching her, but for the most part she was alone. “Filth,” she muttered. She shifted in her chair feeling hot and bothered. She checked her reflection with the pocket mirror she used to touch up her make up and mopped her eyes with a tissue. “Disgusting filth,” she told her reflection.

Helen was on her way back from the restroom. As she approached, there was a flurry of movement as though Helen were hiding something or adjusting her clothes. Abbie found this a little odd, and noticed an strange flush to Helens round face. In her hand was the other book Abbie had left lying on the desk. ‘are you ok, you look hot?’

Helen sat and Abbie placed part two on the desk between them. “I found another. I think there might be more hidden on the shelves. We better find them before the customers do.”

 

[HelenUK44]

Library Treasure Hunt continued

‘Yes I’m good’ says Helen with a little smirk as she gently puts the book down on the table and picks up Part 2 to glance through. She is quick and very conscious of Abbie’s curious glances towards her. It was as if her eyes are magnetised to the print yet her body cannot respond as she wishes due her location. She successfully fights her urges and responds

‘Yes Abbie you are quite right, we need to search the shelves, for in the wrong hands these stories could be distressing’, whilst thinking to herself that they are at the very least thought provoking and entertaining.

The girls split the library in half and for the rest of the afternoon industriously search for ‘offending’ works. Excitement builds in Helen as her pile grows and she encourages Abbie to adopt a positive approach. Their efforts produce a nice handful each by the end of the afternoon with Helen showing more enthusiasm and determination than of late and wishing to take control of the situation.
In glancing through the literature Helen’s interest increases as she notes that there are various links, websites and email addresses.

Helen approaches Abbie in determined fashion ‘Look I think we have to review what we have here and see if there are any clues as to who may be doing this. Is there a theme or a hint as to who this might be? There are references given, look here, and an email address. Let’s take these away with us tonight and come back tomorrow with a summary of what we have got and agree a way forward.’
‘OK OK’ says Abbie, ‘I agree but only because you are my friend. I don’t want anybody seeing me with this trash’.

‘That’s settled then’ says Helen very pleased with herself and thinking of the next steps forward. She leaves the library with her share of the stories but just can’t wait until she gets home. She finds a nice quiet corner in a local café and orders a large white wine. She carefully removes the batch of stories from her bag with pen and paper looking around to check that there is nobody near at hand and begins to read intently. She soon gets the gist, whilst keeping herself in check and begins to make some notes. She does though become unsettled by a middle aged gentleman at the table next to hers ordering a coffee. He is well dressed, in suit with a confident air about him. He reads a newspaper but seems to be giving her, and not just her boobs, a little too much attention.

Helen gulps down her drink and grasps her papers in a hurry and leaves the café. Once on the bus home she says to herself ‘silly me, getting neurotic and unsettled like that, just because of a few stories.’ Then she closes her eyes and thinks more, longing to get home to the peace and quiet of her own room.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

‘Yes Abbie you are quite right, we need to search the shelves, for in the wrong hands these stories could be distressing’.
Abbi replied with a tight nod.

Helen decided to take the second floor while Abbi focused on the first. So much for their quiet day. Seeing the dark look on Abbi’s face, Helen gave her arm a playful squeeze. “Try to have fun with it. If nothing else, this will make for a good story to tell our friends.”

Abbi chewed on her bottom lip. Maybe Helen was right. Maybe upsetting the routine could be a good thing- on occasion.

Studiously, Abbi wandered from shelf to shelf. The first stack revealed nothing, but there was another in the next row and the one after that. Before too long she met with Helen with a half a dozen pamphlet sized books in each of their hands.

Helen seemed to be getting into the exercise in a way that Abbi hadn’t seen before. It was good that they both felt the same way about upholding the libraries rules.

‘Look I think we have to review what we have here and see if there are any clues as to who may be doing this. Is there a theme or a hint as to who this might be? There are references given, look here, and an email address. Let’s take these away with us tonight and come back tomorrow with a summary of what we have got and agree a way forward.’

‘OK OK’ says Abbie, ‘I agree but only because you are my friend. I don’t want anybody seeing me with this trash’.

‘That’s settled then’ said Helen .

Before too long they closed library and Helen left shortly after that. Abbi stayed to wrap up all the administrative tasks that needed to be done before she could lock up.

She stared at the small pile of smut sitting on her desk. She was pretty sure she had found all of it. Did she really want to take this home where her father might see it?

Abbi shuddered recalling the one time she’d walked in on her father stroking his dick to porn. They’d had a very long and uncomfortable conversation, where Abbi had take the high ground. She didn’t want her Dad to see her with these books. What would he think? Somehow, she didn’t feel saying :It was for work,” would lessen the embarrassment.

But Helen wanted her to research them to find the culprit. Was that really their job? Whatever. She was alone, why not look at it here.

Abbi sat back into her chair and picked up the next book. Part 3.

It was too much for the librarian. Her panties were soaked through and more than once she stopped reading an article to discover her fingers had slipped inside her wet pussy of their own accord.

Her body felt hot, and her cunt had become the centre of her universe. She found herself browsing the internet for porn on the library computer. As discreetly as she could, she ran her hands over her breast and fingered herself as she watched starlets bringing each other to orgasm.
Lesbian, hard core, glory hole, head jobs, hand jobs, pussy eating she watched it all. Only occasionally having to hide her browser when someone walked past. At one point she had to stop because her moans were attracting attention.

Part of her, resented the stranger and his rules. In one way she didn’t understand why she was playing his game. She should have gone to the toilets and finished herself, but she never did. She decided to give the rules a chance. See what happened.

Before returning to the strangers room, she ate in a restaurant. The whole time she found herself day-dreaming about dicks. She was so pre-occupied that she almost didn’t notice a man at a nearby table was watching her.

He was tall and dark and dreamy, and his eyes seemed to be fixed on her as she ate with slow languid movements. He was definetly checking her out. She returned his stare with a flirty little smile and made a show of shifting her chest back and forth. He smiled at her and she coyly placed her long finger in her mouth and sucked on it.

His eyes went wide and she couldn’t help but laugh. She was sure she was making the mans cock hard. Maybe she should get his number in case the stranger refuses to fuck her again tonight. After the day she’d had she needed it.

When she left the restaurant she bent over and presented her ass in his direction as she left the restaurant feeling sexy, desired and hornier than she’d ever been in her entire life.

She walked quickly through the street eager to reach the strangers hotel.


Abbi put the book down. She was breathing harder and could feel a warm sensation at her core. She pressed her thighs together and shifted in her chair. It was no James Joyce, but she couldn’t deny there was something about the story that she found intriguing.

 

[HelenUK44]

Library treasure hunt continued

Once home Helen hears her mother, Susan say ‘you are a little late dear, is everything ok?’

‘Yes I stopped off on the way home, I had to review some papers’

‘Really that is a bit unusual, what sort of papers Helen?’

‘um well smutty stories, a good few off them, left around the library. Abbi and I collected them up and we have brought half each home. I need to look through them and find out what they are all about’
‘Well that is a bit different I guess to the usual stuff you get, you should really be
reporting it. Anyway I will have a look with you later. Dad is out with a client tonight, for dinner and drinks so it will be us two. Open a bottle of wine will you honey, a nice white, and dinner will be in 15 minutes.’

Helen went to wash and change, rueful that the stories had now come under the guidance of mum, here was certainly a world of difference to the library.
They ate dinner making small talk before they retired to the sofa taking their drinks with them. ‘Well you have them in order, there are gaps though, presumably Abbi has those’ says Susan as she leafs through them. Looking at what you have there is a variety of different types of sex, quite the kinky one though isn’t he and he likes to instruct and dominate. Look at this one marked part 4

‘her panties were already wet as the librarian reaches the stranger’s room and enters to find him sitting there fully clothed with a smile on his face
He points to lingerie laying on the bed, ‘I brought those especially for you, try them on, see if they fit’ he commands.

The librarian finds herself stepping out of her everyday wear into black stockings, black heels and a black basque which supports and project her ample bust.
‘Wonderful, now come and suck this’ he instructs as he stands and undoes his waistband presenting a semi erect penis for the librarian to suck. ‘Yes kneel in front of me and do it.’

What starts as a pleasant suck for him quickly turns to something more serious as the quality of her oral brings a healthy rigid erection and a tingling in his balls. Her finger gently slid into his anus brings a gentle moan and her lips on his cock bring his hands to her head. This was not in his plan but the sensations in his balls bring greed and his hands to her head lead to his rhythmic fuck of her mouth from lips to throat.

‘Oh yes, yes yes’ he pants as he shoots his seed down to her stomach as he continues to fuck her mouth. ‘Yes take it all, there’s a good girl’
He strokes her face and fondles a breast as he gestures saying ‘on the bed then, on your back, I want to feel this sopping wet cunt of yours.’ He tenderly touches the lips and moves his head in between her thighs smelling the sex on her and tasting it whilst encouraging his penis larger with his hand.

Full of emotion and need, he looks her in the face and says ‘you want this cock up you, you want this cock inside you, fucking you hard, fucking you deep, you want me to fuck you really hard don’t you ?’

‘Yes, yes, yes, go on fuck me, that’s what I fucking well want, you to fuck me.’
With a smirk he rubs his cock against her clit for a good few seconds, teasing her before lowering and thrusting and entering. He pushes through the walls of her vagina until his cock is fully inside of her body. They both sigh, they both want this, they both fuck.’

Helen couldn’t help but notice her mother fondle her breast as she read, it appearing natural and perhaps she did not know she was even doing it.

‘Well that is hot’ says Susan looking hot herself and taking a large gulp of wine.
‘Let’s mail this email address the writer gives.’

‘Are you sure mum, don’t cause trouble please’

‘Oh Helen’ says Susan as she reaches for her phone and mails saying ‘who are you and why the stories?’

20 minutes later a phone number pings back with no comments.
‘Are you going to mum ?’

‘Of course’

Helen listens as Susan dials with her number withheld and says

‘Yes I’m her mother, called Susan’

‘Yes mine are larger, a good bit larger’

‘Yes I do not lie’

‘No I’m not going to do that’
‘
No please do not do that, I don’t want that for them, yes ok. In the bedroom’

‘Yes a carrot and a cucumber, in the fridge, on the way up’

Helen watches her mother chat to this person, assuming it to be a man. Curious she follows her mum into her bedroom, seeing her face with a resigned look.
Susan whispers to Helen in agonized manner ‘I have to do this, please understand. It will all be ok, I just have to do this’

Helen stands and watches her mother undress telling the guy ‘yes my skirt is off, my tights are off my top is off and I am just in a white bra and panties.’
Helen hears her mother explain this confidently and quite sexily to the guy before throwing a couple of towels on the bed saying to her ‘I know I am going to squirt, I usually do’. She then climbs up on the bed, flesh wobbling and breasts just keeping within the bra cups.

Helen steps out of her jeans and sits on the edge of the bed watching her mother Susan make herself comfortable. She then puts her phone to her ear and starts talking to the guy.’ I wear a 44 G bra which I am now removing together with my panties. I am now naked for you with a hairy vagina, which I am gently feeling. It is wet as I have been reading your sexy stories. Yes I wish you were here with your cock huge for me, wanting to fuck me. My nipples are hard and I am fondling my breasts, I am kissing my nipples. I am making myself ready for you. OK I will call it my cunt. Yes I have a cucumber in my hand which I am going to push deep into my cunt imagining that it is your hard cock and I am going to cum on your cock.

Helen has not before seen her mother with her thighs wide playing with her pussy. She looks sexy there panting and thrusting as the cucumber goes deep inside her body.

Susan rather quickly stops speaking and Helen soon sees her mother lay right back with her eyes closed moaning into the telephone and assuming that the guy is telling her mum how he is fucking her.

‘oh yes, oh yes , oh yessssss, oh yes, nice big cock, fucking me, wanting more oh yes, just there, fuck me, fuck me,’ cries Susan as she continues to plunge the cucumber into herself.

‘Yes my cunt is on fire, really on fire’

Helen moves up the bed to get closer to Susan cuddling her a little and stroking her stomach. Her mum was not long in her arms before she sees it for the first time. Susan moves her hand from the cucumber to her clit rubbing furiously as her hips bounce up and down and a fountain of spray leaves her vagina for her thighs and the towels. She writhes on the bed looking pleadingly at Helen.

‘Yes, yes I have cum’ she sighs into the phone before getting on all fours. Head on the pillow, breasts dangling, large thighs parted a little and full soft round bum in the air.

‘Yes I want you to fuck me from behind, I want you to ram your cock inside me. I want you to pull out and shoot your cum all over my big round bum.

Susan’s hand under her body, she rubs her clit as he chats her. She repeats her comments over and and over whilst listening to the guy talking filth down the phone. Helen moves behind and sees her mum’s vagina and anus and wonders if this is how Dad likes to have sex with her. She is an impressive sight for sure. Helen picks up the cucumber and pushes it carefully into her mother’s pussy and begins to fuck her gently with it

10 minutes later as they are clearing up in the bedroom Susan says to Helen ‘ thanks for your help there darling’

‘Well I thought you were very sexy mum, you were very good’

‘I have to say having you watching was a turn on for me. I shouldn’t say that should I but it was. The guy was threatening all sorts of things on the phone but hopefully now he will keep to his bargain and largely leave you alone. Don’t tell
Dad any of this though, you mustn't’.

Helen very much appreciates how sexy her mother looks in her own bedroom, she certainly has a lovely fuller figure. The events of the day give a lot of food for thought and Helen has quite an early night unaware of the nature of her mother’s later texts to the phone number.

Helen hears her father come in and come up the stairs for bed soon after. She catches the words from her mother ‘you are always frisky like this after a few drinks’ and then drifts off to dream.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Abbi squirmed in her chair. A quick glance at the clock revealed that she had been here for the last three hours. No wonder she was hungry.

Abbi had studiously taken notes about the mysterious author and had visited several of the hyperlinks hidden at the end of each story. Most of these were porn sites that re-enacted one of the videos the Librarian had watched in part two.

Most of the videos were of little interest, (although she did have a quick look at the glory hole video. There was something appealing about a disembodied dick. A way to reach sexual satisfaction without having to deal with all the other bullshit that followed men around.) Instead she’d focused on the comments from fans of the video, trying to find some convergence of data. It ultimately proved to be a futile search.

Still her panties were wet after doing all her… investigation. A quick check revealed that her nipples were poking through her bra and shirt. Maybe... maybe she could read one more chapter. Then she could go. One more wouldn’t hurt, would it?

Eagerly she picked up the next story, but there was something off about this one.
There was only one page, and sticky taped to the bottom of the page was a small key. Abbi pulled the key from the page, and immediately recognised it as belonging to one of the lockers at the local railway station. Abbi walked through that station every day on her commute to and from home.

Above the key was a note. ‘To get the next chapter, go to the locker this key opens.’

Abbi frowned. What was this about? She turned the key over in her hand. There was no locker number printed anywhere on the key. But the note included a link to another website that Abbi didn’t recognise. Curious she entered the address on her phone and was taken to a simple webpage.

A single text box field dominated the page. ‘Enter Name’ the descriptor said with a button next to it.

Abbi frowned and entered her first name. The screen changed. ‘Go to Locker 307’.

Abbi leaned back in her chair. Was she really that keen to track down the next chapter of this smut? It wasn’t that good. Still. The locker had responded to her name. What was in it? Why not leave the next chapter in the library? It was very curious. Very strange indeed.

She lay back in the chair with her legs spread wide. With one hand she stared at the key. With her other she caressed her thigh. Running her thumb along the inside, closer and closer to her wet centre. She barely even realised she was doing it.

The station was on her way home anyway. Plus it was getting late.

Abbi snatched up her purse and bag, wrapped her cardigan around her body and hurried out into the night air. With mounting excitement her hurried footsteps brought her closer and closer to the station.

The station was quiet. Most of the commuters had made their way home hours ago. Still, she stopped in the concourse and glanced around. It felt as though someone were watching her. But as far as she could see everyone seemed to be interested in their own business. Shaking her head, Abbi hurried into the room where they stored all the lockers and made her way to Locker 307.

She placed the key inside. What would be inside? She was holding her breath. Her tongue wet her lips and she turned the key. The door opened.

Within the locker was a large paper carry bag. Far too large and bulky to carry another chapter of text. Abbi looked right and left. There was no one around. No one watching. With a tentative hand she opened the bag.

Inside were clothes and a note.

A maid outfit.
Under wear with Daddy's little slut written on the front,
A pair of Long boots,
A crop top with the words Slut in training across the bust
A bib with the words 'Please daddy' and finally a collar with the words 'Bimbo'etched into the leather.

Wide eyed Abbi could only stare at the assortment of clothes. Everything was her size. Even the shoes. Hurriedly she closed the bag again, face burning with embarrassment. No one paid even the slightest bit of attention to her.

She picked up the note. ‘Upload a photo of you wearing two of these items to the following boogle drive. Once you complete this task you will receive the next chapter.’

Bimbo? Slut? What. the. actual. fuck.


OOC: If any of the links above don't work, feel free to direct message me.

 

[HelenUK44]

Abbi calms a little and considers. Whilst this is trash, it is now her trash and she does not want to leave it behind, here in the locker. She grasps the bag rather awkwardly to her bosom and makes for the train. Once aboard she re reads the note, ‘two items’ it says so he is giving her a choice, but what a choice. The sheer rudeness and impudence of it!! She looks around her on the train and things are quiet. Her first task is to smuggle the items into the house and then to contact Helen.

‘I’m late dad because I just got some stuff’ does the trick as her father’s eyes do not leave the TV as there is a big game on. She finds a spot at the bottom of her wardrobe before going downstairs to greet her dad and get something to eat, her mind turning over with the events of the day.

‘How was your day?’ dad asks with a friendly smile.

‘A bit different dad, but good, I am working on a special project with Helen, who is good fun’.

‘Right you are then’ he says as his attention returns to the tv.

After food Abbi texts Helen on several occasions suggesting a phone call but receives no response. It is late though and Helen has had an early night. Abbi takes a pic of the note and sends it over to Helen.

Helen wakes early to thoughts of her mother’s face racked in orgasm and her thighs wide displaying a large moist very hairy vagina. She reaches down and feels hers gently, finding her clitoris and closes her eyes. She is sitting up, her nightdress up to her waist and her hand under the duvet. She pleasures a little thinking of yesterday evening before slowly opening her eyes and reaching for her phone. She notes messages from Abbi sounding increasingly desperate and sees the note, giving a little giggle. She looks at the time and reckons it a bit early but given the tone of the texts she dials.

Abbi has had fitful sleep and picks up almost immediately to hear
‘Hi Abbi, you were after me last night, sorry but I had an early night, how are you?’

‘Just waking up but yes I was looking through the stories and one had a key attached for a locker so I went and opened it’

‘Wow and what did you find?’

‘Boots and clothes that the pervert wants me to wear. Guess what he also wants me to send him and pic and then he will give us another chapter’

‘Yes I saw the note, reckon the guy is a little needy Abbi’

‘Rather more than that, so rude, just who does he think he is? Not even that good a writer is he and I am a qualified educated lady. I could even write better than he does!!! Not that I would want to of course, not like that. Imposing and demanding of others!!’

Helen smiles at Abbi’s outburst leaving a little bit of silence before she replies ‘,yes you are right, of course you are right but is he not just introducing a bit of fun to the daily humdrum of our life and also bringing us together more, which I am also very appreciative of. I really like you Abbi’

Abbi is a bit gobsmacked at Helen’s declaration of friendship. Helen goes on to say ‘and aren’t you finding you are getting rather more, how shall I say it, horny as a result of it, which is good is it not?’

‘I don’t like to think of that sort of thing Helen, it just sort of happens and that’s it with me’

‘Well Abbi we are really good friends aren’t we and perhaps good friends ought to be able to talk about those sorts of things together shouldn’t they. If we are really good friends that is!’

‘Well yes we are Helen or I want us to be yes and yes we should, it might make me a little less…

‘Uptight may be the word you are looking for Abbi.’

‘Yes that’s the word Helen and you are right, I am finding that I have been needing a change of knickers’

They both laughed. ‘Yes that’s a nice start Abbi.

‘You like to hear that sort of thing Helen?’

‘Well it made us both laugh didn’t it Abbi?

‘Yes I guess it did’

‘So Abbi are you going to do the deed?’

‘Yes ok, I see your slant on it, have a bit of fun. I will manage that and best of all I will see you in the library just a bit later’

‘yep got to run Abbi’

Helen dresses for work in her usual conservative style, dull colours and lengthy skirt, the one concession being a tight fitting jumper showing off her curves, whilst telling herself that it is this above the desk which notices. She is a little jealous of Abbi and very much wishing that she was there now as Abbi dresses for the guy.
Abbi rummages through the items saying ‘disgusting, disgusting, just not me, just not me. OK this and these if I have to.’ Making sure her door is closed and dad not around although having the excuse of ‘fancy dress’ to hand if she needs it, she dresses in the maid’s outfit and boots. ‘Not a match, not a match at all’ she utters feeling that this is utter stupidity and then she thinks of Helen. ‘This is for us’ she says to herself as she makes good showing plenty of thigh and plenty of cleavage as she adjusts and takes several in front of the mirror.

Hastily undressing she looks at herself in the mirror in bra and panties and thinks, ‘Well I have got a bust, a big bust, maybe I need a sexier bra and then these panties, do they really matter, they are big but they are comfy. Some guys like a big girl anyway don’t they and Helen does not seem put off by my size but she is even bigger bust wise, she has a really nice bust’.

The guy wants a picture of me in sexy stuff though doesn’t he and I did my best for him. That must mean something.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Abbi prepared to upload the pictures she’d taken. She was still wearing the Anime costume, and had to admit the photo’s had turned out well. Sexy, if she did say so herself.

Her good feelings were dashed though when she opened the boogle drive. A single folder waited to receive her photos. ‘Pics of Daddy’s favourite slut.’

There it was again. This. Fucking. Guy.

Ok, fine if he wanted pictures of her, if he wanted a show or whatever, she would give him a show, but on her terms. Abbi, crossed to the opposite side of the room and found two sheets of paper. She took two more picture.

In the first she stuck out her hip and adopted a seductive pose that showed off her cleavage. Underneath the swell of her breasts she held the first piece of paper.
REAL MEN TURN ME ON.

She took a few selfies of that one until she was satisfied. Then she took her second picture which had her giving the camera the finger and she scrunched up her face into her most scornful look. On the second sign, it read –
REAL MEN ARE NOT AFRAID TO TALK TO WOMEN.

Satisfied, she gave each photo a number in a sequence and uploaded them to ‘Pics of Daddy’s favourite slut.’ with the signs appearing in the last two pics.

With a laugh she pushed away from her computer desk and spun in her chair. That felt so good. Helen would be proud of her.

She caught her reflection in the mirror. Hmm she really did look hot, today. She checked between her legs. Despite her lack of sleep, she was still wet. Her fingers teased her through her panties as she stared at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this sexy. She bit her lip, maybe she could give herself a show.

She didn’t have to be at work for a few more hours. Plus, it was very early. Not in this though. She needed more freedom.

Lazily, Abbi stood and removed the maids outfit, and her panties. But she kept the boots on. She took the tank top that read ‘slut in training’ and slipped it on. It fitted tightly across her chest applying just the right amount of pressure.
She didn’t need some loser to train her. She could train herself, thank you very much. This was one show only she got to see.

Positioning herself in front of the mirror she thrust her chest out so she could see her own hard nipples swelling and poking through the shirt. She teased her nips pulling on them and then trailing her fingers down to between her center.

Her red lips parted as she touched her clit. It was so sensitive. She almost cried out from the initial contact. Abbi went to work. Allowing the pleasure to build in her body. Her skin was consumed with lustful fire.

“You like that, Slut?” she asked her reflection. “Yeah, you do.”

Her fingers worked each of her erogenous zones in turn allowing the pleasure to build and build until she was on the precipice and she cried out as her orgasm exploded from her core.

Panting she lay back in her chair, a sense of bliss overtaking her. This was what Helen had been talking about. This is what her friend wanted from her. She showered and dressed for work.

There was an email waiting for her with the next chapter, but Abbi ignored it. She could read it with Helen together. She dressed, and made her way to the kitchen for breakfast whistling a little tune to herself. She didn’t see Dad. He was still nursing a hangover.

On the way to work, at a whim, she stopped off at a clothing store and bought herself an elegant Caramel suit for work. She thought about getting her hair done, but realised she didn’t have time. When she strode into the library, she greeted Helen with a smile. Her skin flushed with post sex glow. She wondered how Helen would react to her new clothes.

 

[HelenUK44]

On the way into work Helen travels with a story placed inside her hard back novel. To summarise it reads:

The young man sits opposite the lady on the train who is in a short skirt and tight fitting top. They immediately make eye contact and he looks down at her breasts and looks up and smiles. She smiles too and moves her leg to his calf underneath the table rubbing up and down. She gives him a bit of a breast show, adjusting her bra strap, squashing her breasts, leaning forward, pulling her top down to below her bra and bringing her nipple out above the bra cup to tease.
Her legs part as his foot strokes the inside of her calves and thighs getting higher and higher until it rests on top of the seat opposite in front of her crotch. She plays with his foot whilst moving forward and secretly masturbating whilst looking at him. His hand is already massaging his trousers, having gone there at the sight of nipple. They play this way having fun for a good little while. Eventually the lady’s eyelashes flutter but does the guy notice? He leaves the train saying ‘nice journey, thanks’ whilst the lady remains in her seat, wet and uncomfortable.

Helen smiles, also stimulated and wondering. Would either she or Abbi do this as a dare? Maybe they could ‘select’ somebody on the train platform. Something to have a laugh about perhaps.

Helen arrives in the office and immediately calls in at the ladies to freshen up. ‘Damn’ she says ‘I should have brought a spare pair with me. Never mind’ she adds as she steps out of her panties and finishes off standing with one hand against the wall, her breasts free from their bra, and fingers of the other hand grasping in her vagina. She likes it that way.

Helen sits restlessly clockwatching until Abbi arrives wondering how the photoshoot went and what if anything there is further to report. She is though thrown out of such complacency by the footsteps of Abbey who she sees arriving with a spring in her step wearing this very modern, nicely cut brown suit.

‘Hi this is nice’ says Helen as she feels a lapel, making sure to oh so gently rub against Abbi’s bust. ‘Nice style and material’.

‘Yes I got it on the way in, I am feeling quite elated this morning’

‘Oh that is great news Abbi and you certainly look the part’

‘Tell me Abbi, how did that photoshoot go, I am dying to know’

‘Well let’s say I did my own thing, I will tell you more at coffee break, now I must get some work done’.

Helen gets back to her duties but has difficulty in concentrating given her thoughts on how different Abbi now looks. She thinks about her own wardrobe and how she might herself dress differently and make herself a little more appealing. Perhaps it might also further encourage Abbi in their friendship.

At coffee Helen is astounded when Abbi shows her the pics including the ones she actually sent to the author and compliments her. ‘Oh my yes, very sexy Abbi, I only wish I was there with you to see you do this and give you support. Very good thinking. Yes let him know we are ladies of character, personality and charisma. Yes I am going to follow your lead and dress a bit differently, more attractively in the future so that we can look very good together.’

At lunch Helen goes out and buys some sexy brief panties and takes pics of some outfits she hopes to persuade her mother to buy for her.

In the afternoon Helen approaches Abbi asking ‘Shall we stay late Abbi and have a read of that latest story he sent to you. I also have one to tell you about that I read on the way in. We can read them together too which will be nice and comfy?’

‘Perhaps also Abbi we can go out for a nice drink together afterwards, of course depending on how we feel but it would be lovely to be out with you Abbi. I know I have only got these boring old clothes on but we could still have a good time couldn’t we? What do you say?’

‘Yes of course’ says Abbi but Helen can see that Abbi is preoccupied and waits until the end of the day to firm up their arrangements. She keeps an eye on their customers coming into the library but sees nobody unusual and a quick sweep of the building late in the day brings forth no further stories. Helen thinks back to last night and her mother’s phone contact, so perhaps the author is being true to his word and calling a halt to his stories, at least for a bit.

Helen waits for Abbi to become free.

Meanwhile back at home Susan has been reflecting on last night’s phone adventure as she logged into her email account and found the message ‘I woke hard this morning. You were super sexy last night. I would love more, wouldn’t you?’ Susan closed down the mailbox, without responding, she had a big shop to do in town.

On the way out to the car she came upon Eric from next door who is always friendly and interested in family matters. He is a widower on his own, who has retired early and she feels a sort of sadness and sympathy for him and looks to chat when she can. They share an interest in amateur dramatics and both attend the local group together putting on shows for the local neighbourhood. It gives Susan an interest outside the family home and Richard is agreeable as it provides him with some really good middle class business contacts.

Susan chatted with Eric for a nice little while and noticed he asked about Helen and the library. Surely not him she thought! Well he is good at accents but surely she would have noticed. Then there was that Christmas Party at the Group when they were all a bit drunk and were doing proper kisses and not stage kisses under the mistletoe. Her mouth easily received his tongue and his cock hardened impressively against her stomach as he groped her bum. She gave as good as she got mind, kissing him impressively before moving away rather seductively. ‘They’re only acting!!!’. ‘Yeah sure’. ‘We’ll be casting you two opposite each other next’ were phrases which had stuck in Susan’s mind. Not that she fancied him but she liked to flirt and he is a man.

Since then Susan has been mindful of Eric but there has been nothing except gentlemanly behaviour. True she makes sure she bends forward in front of him, giving him a superb view of her cleavage but that is it and it is great to have a friendly neighbour always willing to help.

Her mind is made up though. She is going to respond positively to that email.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Abbi busied herself among the shelves. Cataloguing, sorting and stacking books into the rightful place. Everything belonged in it’s place, and minute by minute, hour by hour, Abbi restored order to her library and did her best to avoid Helen.

Helen, her friend, had touched her breast. She’d groped her. Felt her up. Fumbled with her tit. Made it to Second base after skipping first. Given her a nice little fondle in the middle of the library.

Did Helen like her now? Not just like, but like- like? Did Helen want her? Did she want Helen? I mean she wanted Helen to like her. Abbi didn’t have many friends, but did she want Helen to Liiiiike her. Maybe? The feeling of her friends hand on her boob hadn’t been unpleasant, but still… This was very confusing. Maybe she was just imagining it.

These stories had certainly introduced some spice into their lives, and it appeared Helen was diving straight into these new feelings with gusto and reckless abandon. Abbi wasn’t sure what to think. She was probably just being playful. Maybe it was all in her head. Helen was beautiful, why would she be interested in Abbi?

Eventually she ran out of books. With no choice, but to return to the desk. With a smile, Helen turned the screen of her computer around so she could share it with Abbi. The two women sat side by side, with knees touching and read the latest chapter.

The stranger took the librarian from behind. Teasing her pussy lips with the head of his cock before pulling her by the hips back onto his engorged member. The smell of sex filled the room, and her moans and cries carried far beyond to the end of the motel floor.

“Yes, yes, yes. Just like that. Fuck me there. Make me cum. Fill me. Yes, yes… oh my fucking god.”

The stranger punished her pussy, trying to drive himself deeper and deeper with each violent thrust. Until he seed spilled all over her heaving chest and G cup breasts.

As she lay in the afterglow of her orgasm, the Stranger lowered his lips to her ear. He tugged on her lobe with his teeth and then whispered. “Tomorrow, you will bring your colleague. I’m going to fuck her while you watch.”

The librarian nodded her fingers rubbing her sore pussy at the thought of sharing him.

Helen’s hand was on her leg. Abbi, could feel a heat in her loins and she sighed when Helen took her hand away.

“We are still on for drinks?” Helen asked. Abbi bit her lip and nodded.
In just a few hours they made their way to the nearby cocktail bar. A flutter of excitement building in Abbi’s chest.

"What shall we drink?" Abbi asked her friend when they found their table.

 

[HelenUK44]

‘Let’s share a bottle of medium white wine shall we?’ suggests Helen, ‘we’ve a bit to talk about.’

‘OK then but you go first’ responds Abbi.’

‘You went very quiet today in the library Abbi did I do anything wrong?’

‘Well no nothing wrong, it was quite nice really, it was when you rubbed your hand against my bust, it got me thinking of what your feelings for me actually were, you are so beautiful, you don’t need me!’

There is silence as the bottle of wine arrives and the girls both take large sips.

‘Oh Abbi, you are becoming a lovely friend and yes I guess I do rather fancy you.

'You are very intelligent, resourceful and look good, really good to me. Why shouldn’t I, you are very fanciable. I have never been with a girl before, never kissed a girl even, but I am curious. The fact that we are in this sexual adventure together is bringing out these thoughts of mine for you. I should I know apologise for making that little pass at you in the library and making you feel uncomfortable and I do but my guess is that perhaps you rather liked it too, I hope so. You certainly didn’t brush my hand away from your thigh as we read that story.’
'
Helen holds Abbi’s hand.

‘Guys have so far been very disappointing for me. My mother has not helped and all it has been have been kisses and fumbles with my breasts, with me giving a few, what the guys call ‘hand jobs’. I have never, you know, done it properly with anybody.’

‘Are you ok with that Abbi, I am looking to share this adventure with you as a dear friend where we can be sexually playful.’

Abbi nods, looking a bit embarrassed and Helen hopes that she has explained but
remains uncertain as to how Abbi truly feels.

‘Let’s change the subject a bit’ says Helen

‘Good idea’

‘Last night my mum dialled the number at the bottom of the story and ended up having sex with the guy at the end of the phone. I was there watching, it happened for real. She was naked, playing with herself in front of me as he spoke to her on the phone. She went all the way with him.’

Abbi’s face becomes one of shock and then it changes ‘well maybe we should get ourselves a bit more involved, perhaps there is more enjoyment here for us.’

‘I can’t believe I am hearing this Abbi’

‘I know, I know, it is me I guess, something that is hidden inside me, like when I did those pics for the guy.’

‘Well all this is really bringing it out Abbi’

‘I read a story on the way in, look here it is’ says Helen as she passes it over to Abbi and then watches Abbi read how the lady plays with her breasts on the train teasing the guy opposite whilst they both masturbate’

‘Now would you do that Abbi?’

‘It should be you doing it with breasts like yours and how you show them off, but maybe for a dare if there was somebody with me, you know, on impulse like.

The guy would need to look hot though.’

They both giggled. ‘Like him over there?’ asks Helen.

‘Well he looks harmless’ responds Abbi.

‘Yes he looks harmless Abbi but a girl never knows’

‘I guess I would do it a little first Abbi and see if I was getting any reaction from a guy and then see how we went from there, it would never likely go to any script. It is a bit like us here, we could look around and smile at some guys and see if they would come over and buy us a drink. You are dressed to attract after all Abbi.’

‘Yes we could Helen but I’m happy just sitting here with you’ responded Abbi which is really what Helen wanted to hear as she moved her hand to Abbi’s thigh.

‘Thank you Abbi.’

The girls drink and look around chatting generally before Helen mentions the story they had read together in the library that day. ‘You know I think he was meaning us, he was with me and wants you next with me watching.’ Helen leans forward and whispers to Abbi ‘when I was reading it I was imagining he was fucking me and when he mentioned G cup breasts I knew it was me.’

Abbi looks down at Helen’s bust and wishes…… before saying ‘and then tomorrow he is going to fuck me.

‘Yes I believe he will fuck you tomorrow Abbi’

The thought has a profound effect on Abbi who leaves the table and makes for the ‘Ladies’ with Helen in pursuit

‘OMG what’s happening’ pleads Abbi as they face each other in front of the mirrors.

‘Come here’ says Helen, arms outstretched and Abbi moves towards her for a cuddle. Their breasts collide, and arms ago around each other, hands caressing and neither wanting to part. Helen gently kisses into Abbi’s neck saying ‘now this is nice isn’t it?’

‘Really nice’ says Abbi

‘Well then, let’s enjoy.’

‘But not here, not just yet’ responds Abbi as they part smiling but holding hands.

‘Of course Abbi, I was not suggesting……………..’

‘I know Helen but I felt I had to say it’

‘I understand’

‘You ok getting home Abbi, it’s getting late?’

‘Yes I will be fine catching the train’ says Abbi as they both jostle and have a laugh.

Once home Helen receives silence when she asks her mum how her day was.
She follows up ‘you didn’t did you…….. you did?’ as she sees the guilt on her mother’s face.

‘Well he sent me these emails and I was trying to catch him out, find out who he was’

‘And did you?’

‘Maybe?’

‘How’s that?’

‘Well he sent a link for a video for us to watch together and it was just the way I like sex, on my back looking up into a guy’s face. He made me watch it three times with him’

‘Look mum he did not make you watch anything!!’

‘OK OK darling yes chose to but surely it goes to prove ….,

‘That you’re horny for it?’

‘Well maybe but you know what I mean, it seems like someone who knows me’

‘Yes someone you have had sex with Mum or has dad been talking or maybe just co-incidence. Lots of you do it that way don’t you?’

‘Yes I suppose we do darling.’ says Susan

Helen goes upstairs to change and whilst putting clothes into the laundry basket notices black lingerie. She fishes out a sexy looking bra and panties, having a curious look and a little whiff.

She goes back downstairs saying ‘look mum better not leave these in the laundry
where dad might come across them.’

‘You’re right Helen, thanks’ says mum as she hastily grabs them and throws them in a cupboard.

‘Looks like you had plenty of fun mum.’

‘Yes with the video and him together I couldn’t stop’.

Helen smiles and wonders.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Abbi was a little drunk when she finally returned home.

“Did you go out, princess?” her father asked.

“Yes, dad,” she replied a sloppy smile on her face. “I may have had too much to drink.”

Her father helped her upstairs to her room, and helped Abbi out of her shoes. She lay back in her bed enjoying the way the roof spun around and around.

“Do you need water?” he asked, but she shook her head. He patted her hair and kissed Abbi’s cheek before turning the light out.

Abbi placed her hands on her belly and thought about Helen. Their talk meant so much to her. She was right. It was nice to have someone else on this strange sexual journey with her. Abbi doubted she would have given the stories a second look if not for Helen.

She was so wonderful, and had felt so nice in Abbi’s arms.
So nice…

Abbi fell asleep and dreamt drunken dreams.

The next morning she woke up hung over and horny. Unfortunately she was running late and didn’t have time to take care of the wet patch between her legs. The suit she purchased the day before was wrinkled and smelt of alcohol, so she couldn’t wear that again. Regretfully, she dressed in one of her old cardigans, blouse and floral skirts.

She had time to grab a breakfast donut before racing to the train station.
The ride into the city was thirty minutes long. Abbi settled into her chair and stared out the window at the passing buildings, parks, houses and trains travelling in the opposite direction.

After a time, she checked her phone and re-read the train story that Helen had sent her. A small smile built on her lips as she read. She was half way through the story when the man opposite spoke.

“Excuse me,” he said. Abbi looked up. He was in his mid twenties, with ginger hair and a generous amount of facial scruff. He wore casual clothes, jeans, shirt and tracksuit top with a hood. A large blue backpack sat on the seat next to him.
Student, Abbi immediately surmised. “Don’t you work at the city library.”

“I do,” Abbi replied with a nod.

“I thought I’d seen you there.”

“No doubt you have. I’m hard to miss,” Abbi replied. She cursed in her own mind. Why did she always have to put herself down with weight shaming comments like that.

“I guess you are,” the man replied with a chuckle. Abbi stared him up and down. That was flirting. He was flirting with her. Then her eyes narrowed suspiciously. Could this be their mysterious author?

“Are you flirting with me?” she asked, calling him out. If this was their author, she thought it was better tocut to the chase and unmask him as soon as possible.

He laughed. “You are very forward.” She supposed she was, but why not? She didn't know this guy. She was a bit horny, and if the last few days had taught her anything, it was the courage to take chances.

If this was their author then she was curious to see how he handled himself in the real world. Abbi had no intention of making it easy for him. Better to be forward and cut to the chase, like Helen would be.

“Are you available to flirt with?” he asked.

“I’m available. Do you have a thing for librarians?”

“Maybe I have a thing for you.”

“You have a thing for me?”

“Maybe.”

“That must make things hard for you.”

He laughed. “Well not right now. I don’t even know your name.”

Despite herself, she blushed. “Are you asking?”

“I am.”

“Abbi,” she replied.

“A pleasure to meet you. I’m Steven…”

 

[HelenUK44]

Helen finds herself a little tired after the evening out with Abbi and a little the worse for the effect of the wine. She is careful in what she says when Dad arrives home from work, late, but mum seems rather more attentive than usual and brings some humour to him. Yes there is a lighter feel to the household and perhaps her mum’s recent sexual experiences are having a beneficial effect.

Helen sleeps well until he is roused by a loud groan in the early hours. She turns over and goes back to sleep. On waking in the morning she ponders it and has a little smile to herself. She notices mum is still wearing a rather more sexy nightie and thinks of Abbi as she goes upstairs to dress. ‘Yes she promised herself’ so she chooses a rather classical dress but one of light colour and gathered at the waist with a v neck, thus projecting her bust and showing cleavage. It is also above the knee. Hopefully Abbi will approve. She also remembers a couple of pairs of spare panties, just in case!! On the way out to the catch the train today she overhears mum and dad commenting on her wish for new outfits and dad saying ‘great yes, she looks terrific in whatever but nice modern styles will do her the world of good.’
On the way in she reads another of the stories.

‘Two librarians eat and drink well at an Italian restaurant before moving onto a hotel bar overlooking the sea. They are getting on well in a light hearted way when a student type in his mid-20s comes and sits opposite them at their table. He has obviously been drinking too and they get to know each other. He starts talking about sexual experiences and touches on oral.

‘Never done it’ say the girls

‘What really I cannot believe it’ he says. ‘Do you want a lesson in how to?’

‘You what?’

‘Yes up in my room, how to suck cock, go on there’s two of you’

So they went under mock protest, tottering and giggling their way into the lift and behind him into his room. Not that he believed them but they were all having fun, what's the harm?

‘Sit on the bed and lift your tops and let me have a feel of your tits then’ he asks. ‘I want to give you a bit of a start’

The young ladies look at each other and smile before sitting there for him whilst they expose their heavily laden bras.

‘Fucking hell’ he murmurs under his breath. Thinking that he has to get them in the mood he sits between them. Each girl is ready for a kiss as in turn his arm goes around them and their mouths and tongues collide. The girls feel his hand on their bra cups, then inside, fondling and finding their hardening nipples.
He cannot believe his luck and it all gets a bit frantic as he steps out of his trousers and briefs and the girls have sight of his partially erect penis. They touch and play with their hands but it does become pretty clear to him that their experience is limited.

‘Right girls, yes lick the end, the bottom of the penis, then suck the head, then lick the length, then suck the whole length, tease the balls, take it all the way in, in and out. Keep the head in your mouth and move the foreskin up and down. Hot that, yes keep doing it, that’s the way’

The girls take turns, making the penis harden, noticing his breathing changing, becoming more ragged, and his eyes closing. At first the girls watch the penis as their friend sucks but after a while they start to give verbal encouragement and fondle and caress their friend as the friend gives head.

‘Nearly there’ he says ‘kiss go on kiss’ he pants as he takes his hand to his penis and watches whilst masturbating as their two heads come together and he keeps wanking as stream after stream of cum splatters over their faces. He can see that they don’t want to be disturbed as he dresses and leaves for the bar.

30 minutes later he returns, making sure to take a little while coming in through the door. He finds two young ladies sitting up either side of the bed, naked to the waist smiling at him, waiting for his next move.’

Helen is immersed in the story and imagines herself and Abbi in that situation. She cannot get it out of her mind as she gets off the train and walks the remainder of the journey into work. She fights her natural urges as she enters the building and sits at her desk clockwatching in her new style of dress, waiting for Abbi to arrive.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

“Do you write, Steven?” asked Abbi. Crossing and uncrossing her legs and shifting in her chair.

Steven frowned at her. He smiled a secret sort of a smile that left her wondering what he was thinking about. His eyes wandered to her legs, and she felt the heat rising to her face. “I’ve been known to write on occasion,” the student replied. Making a point of looking back up at Abbi’s face.

“But you do write?” she asked, biting her lip without even realising she was doing it. This had to be their author. He was cuter that she thought he’d be.

Steven nodded. Got him!

“Did you write this?” she all but shoved the story about mutual masturbation on the train into his hands. Steven seemed a bit surprised by this and turned to the papers with a mixture of curiosity and confusion on his face. It was then that Abbi realised this guy was either an incredible actor or she just fucked up big time.

He started reading through, his eyes widening with each word. “Nevermind,” she cried trying to snatch it back. He pulled his hand away

“No, no, let me read. I can’t know for-“

Abbi tried snatching it again, face red with embarrassment she reached for the pages. He leaned back forcing her to stand up.

As she did the train lurched and she lost her balance and Abbi fell on top of Steven. She looked up in shock as she realised his free hand was clasping her 34 B bra. Ah…

Steven seemed as surprised as she was. But strangely she wasn’t pulling away.

“I… if I… If I had known you wanted it that bad…” he seemed totally lost for words. “Sorry… women don’t usually throw themselves at me like this,” he said.

So, he thought she was throwing herself at him. Then there would be no harm in this. She kissed him. It was spontaneous and hard. Lip on lip only and then she retreated before it had a chance to progress.

They stared at each other for a few moments.

“This is my stop.”

“Ok,” he replied. “This is my phone. Put your number in it.”

Abbi smiled.
*
Helen was waiting for her in the library. She seemed absorbed in a new piece of literature. Another naughty story, no doubt. Maybe Stephen hadn’t written these. Or maybe he’d planted more yesterday. But why had she kissed him?

She brushed her hand against her tit, where his palm had accidently landed on the train. It had been surprising, not unpleasant, if a little bit embarrassing. After all she’d just shoved the erotica she had been reading into some guys face then kissed him. If he wasn’t the author what must he think of her.

Her phone buzzed. It was a message.

- Has anyone ever told you that you are breath taking. Seriously, I’m literally trying to remember how to breathe. Hoping this doesn’t sound desperate, but … lunch???

Abbi smiled but didn’t reply. Instead she joined Helen at the desk. Greeting her with a kiss on the cheek. She had so much to tell her, but before she could she saw a small parcel wrapped with red paper waited in her chair.

She picked it up and showed it to Helen. “From you?”

Helen shook her head. Abbi unwrapped the present and stared at it in shock. Inside the red paper was a box for Lovesense Dolce, remote toy. She exchanged a look with Helen.

“There is a card,” Helen said who picked it up and read it. “One of you must wear this, while the other uses the app.”

“Woah,” Abbi said.

 

[HelenUK44]

‘How considerate too, they have enclosed a tube of lube!’ smiles Helen as she takes possession of the parcel. ‘I’ll have a look on the internet and see how this thing is meant to work.’

‘You’re looking good today Helen, nice bright colours and well they are on show aren’t they?!’ responds Abbi.

‘You only have to ask Abbi’ she says with a twinkle in her eye.

Abbi’s gaze labours rather on Helen’s bust before saying ‘guess what, I have met someone on the train, he is mid20s and I think he could be our man, the author.

His name is Steven and he has invited me out to lunch.

‘Well I think that perhaps you should continue your investigation of him Abbi’

‘If you’re sure then Helen’ says Abbi as she thinks of the kiss and his hand on her breast and the nature of his text. She goes away to respond as Helen looks into the instructions for the toy. She grabs both their phones and downloads the app.

‘Right Abbi, time to get this done’ says Helen in an authoritative voice as they go together to the ladies bathroom. ‘Perhaps read this story first and then well, you know, position the toy. We’ll call it Steven shall we? I’ll wait outside to give you time.’

Abbi very much enjoys the story of her and Helen sucking the guy in the hotel bedroom before she lowers her tights and knickers and lubes the toy. She slides it inside her youthful hairy wet vagina. She adjusts and lifts up her panties with a smile before entering the library with a little nod to Helen.

Helen feels an unusual intimacy with Abbi controlling Steven inside her vagina and sitting right next to her. Having successfully started the device she leaves it to work its magic concentrating on Abbi. She holds her hand and whispers ‘is Steven doing it nicely?’

Abbey bites her lip and nods as she tries to keep control. After some little while she says ‘I can’t stay here’ as she gets up from her seat and walks gingerly over to the stock room, Helen following and locking the door behind. Helen watches as Abbi kicks off her shoes and slides down her tights before slumping into a comfortable chair. She lifts her floral dress and spreads her legs. Helen increases the vibrations from Steven as she moves towards Abbi whose hand is now rubbing the wet patch on her panties, whilst handling her breast through her bra. Helen kneels down beside Abbi to help, stroking the inside of her thighs and can tell from Abbi’s breathing and little moans that her climax is near.

‘Relax and enjoy Abbi’ she says as Abbi squirms holding the toy in place as it sends wave after wave through her body creating an intense orgasm for her.

‘Mmmm you do look lovely Abbi’ says Helen as she put her hands to Abbi’s panties. Abbi lifts her bottom as Helen slides the panties down her legs, replacing Steven with her mouth and fingers. She tastes, kisses and licks, with her fingers journeying deep inside Abbi and occasionally teasing her anus. Helen wants to give and give fully to Abbi who is very happy to receive, with her pussy pushed forward to the edge of the chair and her hands holding Helen’s head in place. Helen gives Abbi’s body what it is seeking and needs with tender, loving oral, her tongue consistently teasing over Abbi’s clitoris. Helen’s hand travels to her own pussy feeling the wetness her desire for Abbi has created. The room fills with Abbi’s groans and Helen’s face becomes covered with secretions from Abbi’s vagina as Abbi’s body finds the intensity overwhelming and secures its release.

Steven was good but only the warm up for the sex Helen gave to Abbi for the very first time that morning.

Helen rises to her feet, looking down at a dishevelled and rather tired looking Abbi. ‘Wow, that was really something special Abbi’. She hands Abbi her tights and panties and takes possession of Steven.

‘It can be you next time’ says Abbi to Helen who smiles in response saying ‘course’.

The girls quietly make their way back to their desks with Abbi reminding Helen about the film night at her home.

‘It will be really nice and I will make a special effort with your Dad’ says Helen.

The morning passes without further incident until lunch when Abbi leaves on her own to keep her date with Steven, the possible author. Helen muses but knows she has got to be strong. A true friend to Abbi knows that she needs a man and sex that only a man can give, to at least give her that experience. Helen walks further than normal, thinking and then enters a coffee shop. Opposite her is a guy in his late 30s smiling at the well-dressed woman he is talking to. She has her back to Helen but make no mistake, Helen knows that it is her mother. Helen leaves the café and enters the bar opposite ordering an orange juice to wait and watch.

 

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Abbi gasped as Steven slid inside her wet cunt. She sighed as she felt the pink device fill her hole before slipping her knickers back on and adjusting it into a snug fit, both against her skin and deep inside her.

She pulled down her dress and straighten it out. The nub of the Steven rubbed against her walls and clit as she took her first few steps. She shivered partly from the sensation, partly from embarrassment. Was she really going to do this? If it had been anyone but Helen that had suggested this.

But this was Helen, and the idea of having her best friend in control of this thing both excited and terrified Abbi.

There were a few other women in the restroom and Abbi tried to act normal. But with every step the friction of Steven rubbing against her clit induced all sorts of sweet sensations.

Abbi offered Helen a weak smile when she took her seat.

Then Steven start to vibrate sending ripples of sensation through her cunt and clit. She gripped the desk and made on O-face before the vibrations decreased into a soft pleasant and bearable buzz. Helen smiled at her.

Abbi exhaled and busied herself with what was in front of her. As she sorted through books doing her best to “Don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious” she shifted her weight onto Steven allowing his gentle buzz to press harder against her.

Without warning the buzzing escalated. A soft moan followed by a whimper escaped her lips. She bit her lip and glanced toward Helen as she began to pant as the continuous vibrations tickled the inside as the well as the outside of her. She gripped the nearest book for dear life as she tried to keep her composure and not cum right there in front of all the library patrons.

Without warning Steven switched off. Abbi whimpered in frustration realising she’d been close to cumming. Her entire body felt like it was on fire. She was dripping wet now and could feel her juices soaking into her panties.

Suddenly, Helen takes hold of Abbi’s hand and whispers ‘is Steven doing it nicely?’ Just as the vibrations began again in earnest.

‘I can’t stay here’ Abbi staggered to her feet and with one hand between her legs wobbled into the stock room. Helen followed and locking the door behind.

Clothes fell away as Steven’s stimulation peaked. Abbi’s eyes rolled back and Helen was on her. She needed it so bad. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh my goddd fuck.” She cried as she squirmed and pleasured herself.

‘Relax and enjoy Abbi’ Helen whispered in her ear as Abbi fell over the edge into the most intense orgasm of her life.

Helen rose to her feet. Abbi felt ruined, but happy.. ‘Wow, that was really something special Abbi’. She handed Abbi her tights and panties. Both were soaked. Maybe she should forget them.

‘It can be you next time’ Abbi said, and Helen smiled at her.
‘course’.

***

Helen had barely touched her orange juice when she saw her mother leaving the café with the strange man’s hand on her ass. The 30-something man whispered in her mother’s ear and Susan giggled in response.

Helen left the money for the juice under the cup and hurried after them and into the street. She felt a surge of excitement. What was going on? Was this a tryst? Where were they going?

She followed them down the block before the man led her mother into a side street. Brick walls towered either side of a narrow gap, only half as wide as the main streets foot path. It was dark down there, and smelled of garbage. Of her mother and her strange companion there was no sign.

Helen frowned and took a tentative step into the alley. There was a door at the end of the alley that led into an Adult shop. Helen paused. This must be where they went. But if she went in there she would be spotted by her Mum for sure.

Curiosity trumped caution and Helen climbed the stairs to the sex shops. An overweight man with a chin beard was lounging behind the reception desk staring at a screen. As she entered he looked her up and down. “You Helen?” he asked with a bored expression.

Surprised, Helen could only nod.

“Booth four.” He said, handing her a key.

Helen looked at the key and cautiously made her way to the back of the adult store. There were several doors, each with a number. She tried the key to number four and entered a room with black walls, a chair, and a single television, which was not on. There was no one else in the room.

Helen closed the door behind her and the video turned on, illuminating the room with light. Two women were masturbating side by side inside a library. Helen took a seat on the chair and noticed for the first time three holes, each a little larger than her fist in the wall, each at eye level.

 

[HelenUK44]

Helen sits in the smelly room, her eyes adjusting to the dark watching ‘Lustful Librarians’ on the screen. The young lady aged 20 enters the office, with long blond hair in a couple of pigtails, short skirt and white knickers. The mature librarian moves from behind the desk and undoes the buttons on her blouse to reveal a brassiere full of breast flesh. Her hand pulls out the pendulous boob and teases the nipple before feeding it to the young girl’s mouth. She suckles and fondles the other boob through the bra before the librarian pushes her away and sits on the front of the desk lifting her skirt to reveal black stockings and no panties to cover a black hairy mass. The cameras close in on that vagina to show small young fingers and a youthful tongue exploring inside. They pull back to show the splayed thighs and the face of the librarian as she receives. She pushes the head away a little and reaches behind into the drawer, pulling out the young lady’s cock. The camera closes in on the lady’s face with the mischievous grin as she takes the end into her mouth and sucks and licks in teasing fashion.
The young lady takes off her skirt and lowers her panties to reveal a youthful trimmed pussy. She affixes the belt and teases her cock as the mature lady bends forward over the desk showing a large round bare bottom. The camera now looks down on her bum showing the end of the cock as it moves between the cheeks. The bum shudders as little as the vaginal lips are breached and a deep groan from the librarian supports the action on the screen. The young lady grasps that soft round bum and begins to fuck the librarian in her own office. The camera show is now on the facials, a smile from the young lady as she comfortably pushes into the body of the librarian who grimaces and groans with each thrust.

Helen’s gaze is on the screen, all the front buttons of her dress are undone. Her hand is inside her panties, her tights down to her knees. She looks a mess and her panties are a mess after her busy morning. Her fingers are moving inside her vagina as she watches. When a young guy appears on the film, getting up from his chair and sliding his erect penis inside the librarian’s well fucked cunt, Helen stands holding a breast in one hand frantically frigging her vagina with the other. When that cock is pulled out of the cunt to slide into the young girl’s mouth and shoot streams of cum into her throat and over her face, Helen’s knees buckle and she juices down into her panties and tights, groaning out into the room as she climaxes.

Helen tidies herself and wonders what is next on the screen. A knock on the wall draws her attention to those holes, through one is a hand and through another is an erect penis. She moves up to the wall and gives the hand a grope of her panties and then inside whilst she fondles the cock. She wonders if it is the same person. She remembers the television and looks round and sees a young penis being orally pleasured. It gives her confidence as she kneels taking the cock in hand and moving it to her mouth. She remembers, the tongue under and the sucking, keeping a rhythm, not stopping, feeling the balls at the same time. She enjoys the novelty, just whose is this cock? She reaches down inside her panties again and rubs herself as she sucks. It remains firm as she licks the length, teasing the end with her tongue and smiling. It is nice looking. She takes it deep again. She repeats she is enjoying this really enjoying the play, the secrecy of it all, it could be anybody. Then he does it, she receives into her mouth. She keeps sucking, the taste is salty but not unpleasant as she swallows to finish, wiping her mouth a little.

Then Helen remembers, this is only meant to be lunch time, she needs to get back. She dresses in a rush but is curious as to what is really going on here. Where did her mum and that guy go, what about Abbi and that guy on the train. Could they even be one and the same? She sees a dark corridor with some unmarked doors and walks along to investigate seeing that there are spy holes at eye level. She hears a moan coming from a room and looks in. Her heart quickens as she sees her mother naked with her back to her sitting on a chair, but sitting on the thighs of some guy whose cock is clearly embedded in her vagina. Their arms are wrapped around each other whilst they kiss and fondle whilst her hip action works the cock inside her. Her mother brings the meeting to its natural conclusion, throwing her head back before regaining control and stepping off of her man, his semi erect cock covered in juice. She takes a tissue and wipes his sperm from her pussy and thighs, with a smile on her face and a kiss for him on his lips. He helps her on with her bra helping that soft breast flesh into her bra cups. He fondles them before embracing her with a deep passionate kiss.

Helen does not know what to think and does not hear the two guys creep up on her.

‘What’s this then?’, one asks

‘Well I was just looking’ Helen stammers in response as she stands looking at the guys with her two huge breasts pointing out in front of her.

‘Yes love of course you can look but it is rule here that if you spy you have to be prepared to play’

‘Yes love it sure is’ said the other with a smile on his face looking down at her tits.

‘But I never knew that, if I did well I wouldn’t would I?’

‘How do we know that though? Look love we don’t want to get nasty, just something for two horny guys’ he says moving his hand to fondle her breast.
Helen looks at them both, they look clean and decent and well she wants to get away without a fuss

Look there is a dark corner down there, how about 5 minutes with each of us?’

She takes each guy in turn into the dark.

There was something special to Helen to be kissed deep and fondled by strangers. They use their hands, first on her breasts and then to feel what they describe as a ‘fucking wet cunt’. Egging each other on they go into that cunt with their fingers but the downright sexiness of the lady wins and they shoot their spunk against the wall long before her body is ready to crumple. She likes wanking the cocks as they appreciate her body and find that her voluptuousness soon has the guys spunking, just like those young guys she has recently dated from college. She needs to find a man.

Helen walks out of the building with a smile on her face. She was late back to the library but Abbi was not to be found. Helen checked her phone but nothing from Abbi. She can’t wait to hear from her.

 

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“It sounds like Helen means a lot to you,” Stephen said, raising the coffee mug to his lips.

Abbi wouldn’t have called him classically handsome, but he had nice eyes and she liked the way he smiled. There was something open and honest about Stephen, as though the man wore his feelings on his sleeve. Was this really the author?

“Of course,” Abbi replied, coming back to herself. “She is my best friend. If it hadn’t been for her…Well my life would be a lot less interesting.” A blush rose to her cheeks at the memory of what Helen had done to her earlier that day.

Fortunately she’d had some perfume on hand, but the smell of her sex still lingered. Or maybe that washer imagination. Abbi was still wearing the Steven toy. Helen hadn’t let her take it off before her date. Although it had been inactive for nearly an hour. She felt slightly on edge just in case Helen wanted to have it start vibrating inside her once more.

“Interesting is good for the soul. Speaking of which, you left these on the train.” To Abbi’s horror, Stephen pulled out a large stack of familiar erotic stories. Wide eyed, Abbi retrieved them and his the pages under their table.

“Did you… did you read them?”

Stephen nodded.

“What must you think of me?”

“Well it is not Edgar Allen Poe, but it has an appeal, I guess. “Stephen drank again from the coffee. “Am I mistaken in thinking that the storiesare about you and your friend Helen.”

Abbi blushed again, and nodded. “Mostly Helen I think. But the author has reached out to me.”

“You have an admirer.”

“You could call him that.”

Buzz. Abbi’s eyes widened and a gasp escaped her lips, which formed into an O-shape. The stimulation had been sudden and brief, taking her by surprise.

“Yet, you’re here with me.” Stephen apparently hadn’t noticed. Abbi steeled herself for another burst. She was slightly disappointed when none came. Stephen was still staring at her waiting for an answer. Except Abbi wasn’t sure what to say.

“Why?” he asked, when it became clear she wasn’t going to ask.

“I wondered if you might be the author.”

Bzzzzzz. The next burst was long and sustained. Abbi gasped, and her hands formed into fists, but she didn’t give any other external indications of what was going on.

“Would it disappoint you if I was.”

“N..n..no. I mean yes.” Abbi said, pressing her lips together and trying to ignore the trills against her clit and the inside her pussy. “I like the idea that maybe I met someone who was interested in me and less interested inplayinggames…” the last few words came out in a rush.

“Are you ok?” Stephen asked, genuinely concerned.

Abbi nodded, breathing harder as the heat rushed to her face. The buzzing between her legs increased. From experience she knew it could go higher than that. Abbi shifted in her chair. Helen, what are you doing to me?

“Ok, so you don’t like games? But you hope that I like you.”

The vibrations peaked for a second. “YES!” Abbi shouted. But then they were gone, leaving her wet cunt mourning their absence.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Stephen asked his voice suspicious.

Abbi took a breath and composed herself. “Do you? Like me.”

“I find you very…. Interesting.”

“Interesting is good for the soul,” Abbi replied, shifting in her chair again.

“Where’d you hear that?” Stephen asked playfully.

“Cute guy told me.”

“Cute, huh. Might need to keep you around then. For my soul you understand.”

“Yes, your soul. Not your dick.” Fuck did she just say that outloud.

Stephen eyes went wide. “Okayyy. Wow!”

Embarrassed, Abbi realised she’d crossed a line. Dammit why did she have to be such a freak. “I should go.”

“No, wait.”

“No. No. I’m going. I’m sorry. I’ve embarrassed myself.”

She gathered her belongings and hurried away. But he was chasing after her. “Wait.”

He grabbed her hand and then she felt a very different sort of buzzing that had nothing to do with her toy rolling over her body. “I can be around for that, too.
When your ready,” he told her.

Abbi bit her lip. “Thank you,” she said.

She kissed him on the cheek at the same time as her toy activated. It didn’t stop until she had returned to the library, leaving her fantasizing about what might happen on their next rendezvous.

 

[HelenUK44]

Helen sees Abbi rush into the library and head straight for the ladies. She smiles and takes her phone in hand and hits the app increasing the vibrations and then slowing and increasing, building up the effect until a peak. She hopes Abbi is understanding and comfortable with Stephen doing this. She plays like this for approaching 10 minutes imagining Abbi in private, her both writhing and her vagina juicing as Stephen fucks her. Perhaps the real Stephen is now fucking her too, Helen is very keen to find out about her dear friend.

Five minutes after Helen stops, she sees Abbi come and take her seat. Just seeing her sit and think of her pussy there between her legs as she makes herself comfortable hardens her own nipples. She has it bad for Abbi.

Helen receives a smile from Abbi and thinks back to the events of this lunchtime. She followed her mum who was seen with a young guy. That led to her watching porn, sucking off a strangers cock, watching her mum fuck and wipe the guy’s spunk from her vagina before she Helen freed her immense tits for two guys to play with in the dark as they frigged her vagina. Just what is mum at? What is she into? This surely must be something to do with her Saturday’s out! Is mum doing porn films, are mum and dad doing porn? Does mum know the author? She needs to work things out with mum. One thing is for sure, she actually enjoyed lunchtime and her time in the ‘world of sex’. She sai to herself ‘maybe it is in the genes.’

At afternoon coffee break Helen and Abbi find themselves in the store room together. Helen finds Abbi full of beans as she recounts the events of the actual meeting with Stephen. She tingles at the thoughts that she was giving Abbi pleasure as she and Stephen were making moves on each other She senses Abbi’s keenness which needs to be tempered with some calm and then rather blames herself for her Stephen.

‘Look Abbi I know it cannot have been easy with those pleasures shooting through your body and I blame myself. Next time I, no my Stephen I mean, will be quiet and you can be relaxed. Just chat to him naturally and the kissing will come. Then the touching and nature will make its demands and sex will become a mutual pleasure.’

‘I am fine Abbi, I want you to enjoy the feeling of a young man’s cock’ says Helen as she addresses Abbi’s concerns of Stephen’s effect on their own relationship.

Hearing the sweet events from Abbi makes Helen feel a bit like a sex slut and she keeps her explanations of lunchtime to Abbi to a minimum.

‘Yes I saw mum having a coffee ‘ is what she says.

Helen does not want to deflect Abbi’s thoughts from Stephen or harm Abbi’s feelings for her. However Helen does now have the need oozing through her body for a man to ravish her and a mature man at that. Her thoughts turn to Abbi’s dad and tonight’s film evening. ‘Just maybe’ she says to herself and thinks of ways she could make a welcome pass at him.

Helen moves her hand to Abbi’s and asks

‘are we still ok for the film evening this evening?’

 

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‘are we still ok for the film evening this evening?’ Helen asked.

Abbi beamed. “Oh, yes. I’m looking forward to spending more time with you outside of work.”

Abbi was already wracking her brain to think about what movie they were going to watching. She still hadn’t seen Moulin Rouge, although given recent events maybe something a little sexier would be to Helen’s tastes.

Sea of Love was an old Pacino movie that her father had always loved. Maybe they could watch that.

She felt excited at the idea of just hanging out with Helen and her Dad. It helped her keep her mind off the disastrous date with Stephen. He had texted her, but she’d been too afraid to look.

The rest of the day passed quickly. Helen and Abbi caught the train together. Abbi queried Helen on the lunch with her Mum, but Helen appeared unusually evasive. Something was up there, but Abbi wasn’t sure what it was. POossibly, it was none of her business. But still she found herself curious.

Dad, Richard, greeted them when they walked into the house. The smell of lasgna wafted in from the kitchen. “Hi sweetie, I cooked,” he called from the dining room. “Is Helen joining us tonight.

After Helen had answered, Abbi apologised. “Your little toy has me smelling of sex. Can you entertain Dad, so I can take a quick shower?”

 

[HelenUK44]

Abbi’s words cause Helen to think sexual, it must be the events of the day, well recent times. She waits until she hears Abbi go into the shower before she approaches Richard in the dining room. She is dressed in her bright yellow v necked summer dress gathered at the waist which she knows accentuates her very full bosom.

‘Abbi suggests I entertain you for a few minutes’ remarks Helen with a saucy smirk.

Richard says nothing, his gaze on Helen’s bust. The desires within Helen bring her to satisfy that interest. Standing in front of him, she lowers the dress off her right shoulder and allows him sight of a soft white breast encased in a G cup. She lifts the bosom from the casing and offers the flesh to him, the soft attractiveness highlighted by firm brown nipples and a large areola.

Helen looks and listens upstairs whispering ‘quickly’ to him as he takes the breast in his hands and puts his lips to the nipple, sucking, licking and teasing. She looks down and smiles and after a short while hears steps above.

‘Enough, quick’ she says as Richard straightens up and she puts the breast away in its home and adjusts her dress. He responds by giving Helen the gentlest kiss on the lips with a mere hint of tongue.

Looking red in the face, Helen asks

‘can I help in the kitchen, prepare some salad perhaps’ asks Helen

‘That would be great responds Richard as they move there. He passes her an apron

‘you best put that on’ he says

She smiles ‘thanks’ as she rubs her breast playfully against his arm.

A few seconds later Abbi enters the kitchen



‘Yes we’re fine’ explains Helen ‘I am just getting a salad prepared for dinner’

Richard interrupts ‘Helen, you go into the dining room with Abbi, thanks for helping though’

The two go along and sit, holding hands and looking rather longingly at each other speaking quietly.

Helen asks ‘Have you heard from Stephen?’ just before Richard enters with plates of food.

Helen is a little confused. She is with Abbi her dear friend for whom she has real feelings and yet she is on the company of Richard to whom she has been offering her body.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Abby blushed at the mention of Stephen’s name. She still hadn’t read his text message, even though she burned to know what he might have said. Probably reminding her of how much of a freak she was. “He might have texted me,” she replied, unable to look Helen in the eye.

“Who is he?” Dad asked staggering under the weight of the deepdish lasagne.

“A man is chasing Abbi,” Helen said matter of factly. Abbi slapped her lightly on the arm. All her blood rushed to her face.

“You didn’t tell me about this, sweety.” Her father said, sitting on the opposite side of the table. His hand wanders to Helen's knee. Abbi oblivious to this buried her face in her hands.

“He texted you?” Helen interrogated her. “He sounds like he is very interested in you. Why haven’t you called him back, or at least read his message.”

“I just… you… it’s ok, because… just…. Lets say, it’s embarrassing.”

“Don’t sabotage yourself before you’ve had the chance to succeed,” her father chastised her. “At least read what the boy said.”

“He’s not a boy, Dad.” Abbi rolled her eyes. But maybe he was right. She was being a coward. Hadn’t her time with Helen taught her to be more daring.
She glanced at her phone and opened the message.

-You are funny and cute when you are embarrassed. Thank you for meeting me for lunch. If you are willing to give me another shot I would love to catch up again. S

Abbi hid her phone against her breast. He thought she was cute. Cute. No one had ever called her cute before. “I… need to make a phone call.” She rushed upstairs to her room, lasagne forgotten and ignoring the laughter coming from behind her.

As soon as she closed the door to her room behind her she called Stephen. Her breath caught in her chest as she waited for the call to connect.

***

Richard turned toward Helen his hand moving up along her thigh. "I didn't realise you were interested... Are you sure about this?" he asks despit the erection pressing painfully against his pants.

 

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Helen parts her thighs helpfully as she enjoys the feel of Richard’s hand gently caressing her. “Yes I am very sure” she whispers as she moves her head to towards his.

‘I love Abbi, Richard. Her qualities come from you.” She gently kisses Richard on the lips before continuing “We have been having lovely sexy relaxed fun together. It has brought me to think of you and what you can have for me.”

Helen feels Richard’s tongue enter her mouth searching out hers and finding it. Her eyes close as she responds to him wrapping her arms around his body, as his hand moves to her mound fondling through her clothing. They gently kiss and again as Helen feels his lips on her neck as her head goes back.

‘’Oh I want you Richard’’ she gently moans as she feels his hand slip inside her panties and into her pubic hair. She holds his hand ‘oh yes there, there, oh yessss ohhhhh, that's nice’

He stops a moment as Abbi shouts down. 'I am going to be a while, entertain yourselves you two' Richard continues ‘and I want you too Helen’

She looks at the bulge in his trousers and smiles saying ‘’Well let me…’’ as they reposition, his hand leaving her panties and she moves her hand to his zipper, lowering and producing a fully erect manhood.

“So that’s want you think of me Helen says with a smile. ‘’Big, really nice looking, with sexy heavy balls. Are they full of spunk for me?’’ she teases as she fondles them and touches the little spot behind. He stands and she kneels in front of him, his penis out straight directed at her face. He looks down at her beauty. She is comfortable, she really wants to do this. She licks the end, and takes the head into her mouth whilst moving her hand up and down the barrel. He is large, very large for her. She feels the head against her throat, her mouth is wide open and willing. She takes more and more, he goes deeper. He wants it, she hears him panting, he holds her head and begins to take to control as he fucks her mouth, pushing again and again against the back of her throat. Her hand moves to the wetness between her thighs and her fingers tease her clit, sliding down to the entrance of her vagina, her eyes close, she feels orgasmic.

Richard can see Helen is wanting it. Hearing nothing from Abbi he says 'Let's go outside'. He takes her by the hand and leads her out to the garden. He gestures 'go on, against the wall'. She leans forward and parts her legs. He lifts her dress pulling her panties down pushing his hand in between her bum cheeks, seeking out her vaginal entrance. He looks around, it all seems quiet. He hears nothing and assumes Abbi is still on the phone. His desire is so great, he pushes two fingers into Helen's vagina frigging her gently from behind until she coats his fingers moaning into the night air.

His cock is ready, her bum is beautiful as he pushes between the cheeks to find her vaginal muscles. They offer little resistance as that long thick cock enters her from behind to the hilt. He smashes against her bum cheeks as she groans with each thrust as he screws her deep. All she can think about are the feelings from his cock as her vagina grips it and he fucks her, His trousers are down and her bum is naked in the night air as the couple fuck together and fuck hard. Richard mauls at her huge breasts and pulls them out from her bra. He pinches her erect nipples and she groans pushing back onto his cock as her knees partially give way. This sends him over the edge as Helen receives the short sharp thrusts of Richard wanting that feeling over and over as his sperm shoots uncontrollably from his cock filling her vagina. He withdraws putting his hand to the entrance feeling his cum flow out onto her upper thighs.

He smiles at Helen saying 'what was wonderfully horny.' He takes her in his arms and they kiss with passion, their bodies together, their hands caressing.

They both hear a noise and look to the back door. It is Abbi, they look at each other in the silence. Richard starts to speak.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Stephen answered on the third ring. “I didn’t think you were going to call back,” he said a faint hint of relief in his voice.

Suddenly, Abbi wasn’t sure what to say to him. She felt stupid for calling him because he’d called her cute. “Well,” she said drawing out the word to give her time to think of an answer,” I’m glad I can surprise you.”

Stephen was easy to talk to. Quiet, witty and intelligent, he was everything she had always been attracted to and yet… and yet… there was something missing that she couldn’t put her finger on. She kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. For the conversation to somehow twist into something exciting. Like so many of the strange sexual experiences she’d had recently. But the longer it continued, the more she realised that wasn’t going to happen.

The conversation was normal, and as it continued Abbi’s mind began to wander. What Helen was doing? Had they started watching the movie? Would she maybe be interested in staying the night? Possibly, if Abbi fed her enough wine she might not be able to drive home. Abbi pressed her lips together and realised that she was massaging her left breast.

“Abbi.. Abbi? Are you there?”

“What? No… Yes! Sorry, I zoned out for a minute.” She sat up again.

“I was asking when I can see you next.”

“I’d like that,” she said, “I just need to check my diary. I’ll call you back,” She replied, aware that her nipple had hardened beneath her fingers. “Anyway, I gotta go.”

“Great, well I look forward to-“ but Abbi had already hung up. She had come to realise something. She wanted to see Helen, more than she wanted to see Stephen. What they had shared, what they were sharing it was more exciting than anything her mind had conjured.

She rushed down the stairs renewed with a sense of purpose. “Helen, I…”
But Helen wasn’t in the kitchen. The food was still there, but abandoned. Weird. She began to search each room of the house when finally she caught the sound of moaning and grunting. She came to the door leading outside and froze in horror.

Her father… he was… she could see him fucking her. Helen’s hands were on the fence pushing back at the force of her father’s hips hammered her backside. With each thrust Helen’s enormous tits swung back and forth eliciting a sultry moan from her lips.

Abbi’s hands covered her mouth. No. no. no. They couldn’t have. Helen was supposed to be..

Then they saw her.

“Sweetie,” her father said, face red. But whether that was from embarrassment or the sex she couldn’t tell.

Without a word, she closed the back door. Abbi retreated to her bedroom and locked herself inside. Several minutes later the knocking began. First her father and then Helen.

“Fuck off,” she screamed. Two hours later they abandoned their attempts to get her to open the door. Possibly they were fucking again. Who cared.

It was many more hours after that when her sobbing subsided and she finally began, and it did not stop until the next morning.

“Abbi,” Helen’s voice was soft and filled with regret through the door. “It is time for work.”

“Go without me,” Abbi replied, unable to keep the venom out of her voice. Then on impulse she put the final nail in the coffin. “I quit.”