Corrupting Katie (2)

I could have sat looking at this young body for hours apart from one thing. My desperately urgent need to feel her touching me in all the right places.

She eventually came down to earth and looked at me.

“Wow Tracy, I’ve not experienced anything like that before. You’re fantastic!”

“Hardly,” I replied, “you’ve not really got anything to compare it to have you?”

“I spose not ‘xcept that one session with Debs and that didn’t light me up like this.”

“Perhaps that’s because you weren’t doing it to spite Simon.”

“Do you think so? Fuck, if it was, I’m def gonna keep him in mind!” She rolled over on to her tummy, propped her chin on her hands and looked directly at my pussy. “Can I get to taste you?”

“l’d be very upset if you didn’t.”

I swivelled around on the bed and opened my legs. She edged up between them and put her hands on my thighs. Even that touch sent a frisson of excitement through me and then her tongue touched my lips. She clearly wasn’t experienced, but that didn’t matter. The tingle of excitement was enough.

She didn’t lap with her tongue, no cat at the cream, she used it more like a stick poking into my pussy and withdrawing almost as if she was frightened my vagina might clamp down on it like a Venus fly trap. It wasn’t unpleasant, far from it, so I let her continue, time enough for lessons later.

Her other hand found its way up to my breast and started a gentle kneading. That was better, obviously something she did to herself, but I was in need of something more intense, rougher. I didn’t feel I’d last long but I had a need. I pulled her head back by grabbing a handful of hair and looked her in the eye. “Use your fingers. Hard. Two or three. Your mother can get her fist in. Try!”

Invoking her mother, reminding her I’d enjoyed sex with her might have had an adverse result. She might have been appalled that I’d discuss that, tell her what we got up to, but I was rewarded with an animated Katie. She thought it kinky; both her and her mother screwing me! That thought and her urgently pounding fingers brought my orgasm. She’d got as far as three fingers when the dam burst.

I managed to keep my eyes open as I convulsed. I wanted to watch Katie’s face. I’d enjoyed watching her orgasm, but reflecting on it, it seemed muted. Now comparing it to mine it was. A fracking tremor compared to Pompeii’s end. She was hardly frigid but she was either timid or hung up about sex. With her father's attitude neither was exactly surprising.

The waves of lust eventually subsided. Young Katie was still lying there, her head only inches away from my cunt. A grandstand view.

“Wow, Trace. Do you always come with that force?

“Not always, no. Only when I am being drilled by a sexy young woman.” I meant it as a lighthearted comment but she took it seriously.

“Don’t you come that hard when Mum does you?”

“I do. Perhaps the ability to turn me on runs in the family.”

“I hope so. Do you think I’d learn from watching you and Mum?”

What a perfect question! I had wanted to suggest it hoping it would lead to all three of us in bed but this was even better.

“I’m sure you would. She’s got a fantastic touch. Will you ask her?”

“Yeah, next time he’s not around. Tell you what, can we do some more photos? I found that sexy.”

“Sure. Let’s pop downstairs and see what we can do.”

Once down there I set up my camera hoping I might be able to get some action shots of the two of us. If I’d known the evening would develop like this I would have had Carol on standby.

I’m no photographer, but we had a great session and a huge laugh. Katie’s inhibitions had disappeared by the end, happily sitting around legs spread, touching herself.

She was in an armchair legs spread. Most unladylike. Most obscene. Most gratifying! I wandered over, knelt between them and started gently kissing her lips. Gossamer soft. I’d decided I wanted this to finish on a high for Katie. To show how mind-blowing sex with another woman was. We had all night. I vowed this would be a marathon, not a sprint.

Her breathing quickly changed and I felt moisture. I stopped kissing her and used my thumb against her clit. Again gently. A light tickle.

I glanced at her face. It was turned sideways, eyes closed. She was biting her bottom lip. I left her pussy and raised my head to her tits. At some stage in our relationship, I was going to give them a good slapping something told me Katie would be a willing sub, but I’d save that for another night. I’d concentrate on giving her the orgasm of a lifetime (I know this sounds horrendously conceited, as though I had a lifetime in bringing virgins to the boil, but I just knew deep down I could do it for this young woman.)

I started work on her nipples, flicking with my tongue. Her eyes remained shut, her head turned to one side and her signature lip biting. No words just soft moans emanated from her. I replaced my tongue with my lips and teeth. Again gently. Drawing my teeth up her nipples now hard as pips. Her body occasionally arched as if I’d hit a particular sweet zone. My hand now joined in below. First tracing her lips then sinking into her folds. She was wet. Soaking. My hand travelled around her back down her bum crack. I found her anus. Slipped a wet finger in. More back arching. I felt her tensing. I must have been petting her body for fifteen to twenty gorgeous minutes. My jaw ached but I hoped I’d achieved my objective. I stepped up the pace of my fingering. Concentrated on two fingers fucking her cunt. It worked. Her body left the bed, the only points of contact her heals and the back of her head. Her vocal chords made up for their quietness. A roar. A tumultuous “YESSSSS!” An encore of “God, god, god.” A body twitching, turning. Then like a pricked balloon collapsing.

I’d never felt this way before when pleasuring my other girlfriends. This time there was a need to make her need me, want me to do things to her. And it looked as though it had worked. She lay on the bed arms outstretched over her head, legs carelessly akimbo. A totally relaxed pose.

“Do you do that to Mum? God no wonder she’s so happy these days. This smile is permanent,” she said pointing at her face. “Will you want me again or was this a one-off?”

“Oh, I’ll want you again alright. I’ve got lots I want to explore with you.”

“That’s good. I think I’d be happy doing anything you wanted.”

“You will be. Wait till you get the buzz of stripping off in public.” I said it because I wanted to gauge her reaction.

“Like Mum?”

“Yes, like your Mum.”

“Does she actually strip off, you know, show her tits and things?”

She sounded sceptical, but then I suppose most of us at nineteen would have difficulty imagining our parents doing something so outrageous.

“Oh yes. Your mum’s got a gorgeous pair of tits. Bit like yours.”

Katie was quiet but I noticed her hand idly playing between her legs.

“When are you thinking of taking me out to flash?”

“Soon; are you keen?”

“Nervous, but yes, keen, now after that session. That feeling’s changed everything. Which reminds me. Can I look at those disgusting tributes again?”

The way she spoke the word ‘disgusting’ made it plain she thought the images anything but.

I dug out the laptop and she viewed each image at full resolution.

“So different aren’t they? Size and quantity.”

“Would you like to experience some guys pouring cum over you like that?”

“I‘m not sure. I might.” I decided to make the conversation really lewd, see where it went.

“Even if one of them was Simon?”

“My father?” she shrieked, looking aghast.

“Yes, imagine him there wanking, watching his daughter you getting covered in strangers jizz.”

“God, Tracy, you are obscene. He’d have a heart attack. No, no way.”

“What about your mother then?”

“How do you mean?”

“If she were there, getting covered in jizz too. Would that be good?”

She thought long and hard. “Yes, I guess that would be quite cool.”

“Going back to your father, do you think he’s got a big cock?”

“God, how would I know?” Again though the tone was not one of total disgust more of ‘that’s an interesting thought’. “Why the interest? I didn’t think you liked men?”

“Just idle thoughts, perhaps I could seduce him.” No Tracy you couldn’t not in a million years!

“Oh, yeah, right, he’s such a ladies' man.” I left it there but ideas were buzzing in my head.

“I could get a friend and my son-in-law to do it.”

“What?”

“Come over you. Give you a bukkake.”

“A what?”

I wondered if she was winding me up but no, her face displayed a questioning look. I told her. More “Yuk” More lying words!

A moment's hesitation then, “Could you? Would he? Won’t Kaz mind?”

I’m not sure where the thought had come from but now it had formulated I was ultra keen. “I doubt it, given what they seem to be getting up to.”

“What’s that? I explained about the photographs. “So I’m not the only one who enjoys that?”

“No, the only person who’s camera shy is your mum.”

“Is she? I wonder why?”

“I think she fears your father seeing them.”

“What? Dad trolling around porn sites? No chance.”

“If that’s true perhaps you could convince her to let me snap her then.”

“I’ll see what she says.”

The conversation petered out and it was getting late so I suggested bed. I wasn’t sure if Katie was expecting to share or would prefer the spare room bed but I wasn’t offering it. She’d have to make the request. I was sure I’d want another session before morning.

No such request was made!