Utopia Part 2

I arrived back at my house first. The drive, a nightmare. My mind was preoccupied with sex, sex, and more sex. Again I’d gone further than I should have. A middle-aged professional woman. So much to lose. But that didn’t matter. I was alive. Bursting. Raring to do more. Be more explicit. I told myself next time I’d do it without a dress on. I’d finger myself sitting on a park bench. Yes!

I had no time to dwell on that though. Part two of the ‘Fuckfest’ was about to start.

Mary arrived and I let her in. She didn’t have her blouse or jacket on just her bra. “Did you drive here like that?”

“Yes. Isn’t it exciting? I can’t believe what a turn-on it is. I’m sorry now I funked you taking my skirt off. Definitely next time.”

I think both of us knew there would definitely be a next time. And a time after that. And a…

We didn’t say much. I enveloped the little dynamo and kissed her hard. Her response was equally urgent. Our hands were searching, groping, squeezing. Every part of each other’s body. I unclipped her bra while she pushed my dress off my shoulders and we were on the floor, still in the hallway, each with a hand working the other’s cunt. The urgency! It felt like thirty seconds. It may have been shorter or longer but it was quick. We both hardly needed stimulation. We orgasmed there. Within seconds of each other.

Mary rolled off me and we lay recovering holding hands. I eventually stood up, pulled Mary after me and led her up to the bedroom. I left her on the bed, hurried down to the kitchen and retrieved the bottle of wine I’d left in the refrigerator to chill.

Upon my return I found Mary lying star-shaped on the bed. “Take me again. Please!” The wine could wait. This time was more measured. Not loving. Simply sex. Pure, unadulterated sex. A primal fuck. Fingers and tongues working overtime. We scissored each other. We kissed every part of each other. Mary fingered me anally. I rimmed her, but didn’t try entering after last week. Not then.

Eventually another orgasm each. A squirting hose pipe from Mary. A bed soaked as if I’d peed on it.

A respite. A much needed glass of wine. Half time. Or perhaps first quarter.

We talked about the early part of the evening. Our Flash flash. We’d loved doing it. Both got off on the reactions; favourable and unfavourable.

The talk then drifted and I told Mary about the photographs I’d received from Kaz and showed her. I wanted to steer the conversation in that direction, desperately needing to know how she’d feel if I tried to bed Katie. Mary was corrupted enough now I thought to not throw a giddy fit, even if she said no.

“Wow,” she said, admiring Kaz. My daughter; naked and playing with a vibrator, “She’s as depraved as you.”

“I’m not sure about that. It’s the first time, as far as I’m aware that she has posed that way and unless she’s changed her mind since I last saw her she’s not keen on flashing or peeing.”

“You talk to her about that?”

“Mm. We’re more like sisters. I want to bring her along on this journey.”

“What about her husband?”

“Partner, they’re not married. Him too. Those photos weren’t taken in their house so someone else is involved somehow. I’m desperate to find out how far.” Mary looked at me, “You think he’s let her fuck someone?”

I laughed. “Actually I do although until my last visit I would have described him as a boring very staid, uninteresting young man.”

“Like Simon then.” A statement; not a question. “So what happened in your last visit to change that?”

I told her. Blow by blow.

By the end, Mary had half turned towards me and her fingers were lightly running over my pussy area.

“I’m not sure if I’m turned on to the nth degree by that or think you are the most depraved female specimen.” There was humour in her voice so I suspected it was the first. So, now or never. “Wouldn’t you like to do that with Katie and a boyfriend? Or girlfriend?”

Her hand stopped moving. Everything stopped. My breathing included. Had I overstepped the mark?

“I couldn’t. It just wouldn’t feel right.”

“Not even just watching?”

“I’m not sure she’d want her mother watching a boy fuck her, no.”

“We’ll, a girl then. Or a woman. Keep it all female.”

Mary propped herself up on an elbow and looked intently into my eyes.

“You want to fuck her don’t you?”Her voice was expressionless, it gave no clue to her thoughts. “Yes, I do. I’m sorry, but she has the most adorable body. Do you hate me for wanting her?”

“God no. She’s old enough to decide these things. Does she fancy you?”

I laughed. “I doubt it. A friend of her mother's? Can’t be high on a teenagers list of most desirables.”

“Mm. You might be surprised. It could explain some of her comments.”

“What comments?”

“Oh, nothing major, but the way she’s said how nice you were and good looking for, sorry, a woman of your age. There was a certain wistful tone. You know typical teen dreamy sort of thing.”

“So you wouldn’t object if I er, did something with her?”

“As long as it didn’t affect us.”

I needed to prove it wouldn’t. The thought that one hurdle to bedding Katie had disappeared had reignited my ardour and Mary’s tiny hand stroking my non-existent pubes had given me an idea.

We kissed passionately and I fingered her until I felt the juices flowing freely made sure my fingers were well wet and pushed my hand under her. She realised what I had in mind. “Wait, I’ll turn over.” She rolled onto her stomach, pushed her bum in the air and opened her legs. What a sight. I forgot my wet fingers. I dropped my head and started kissing and licking her hole. By the sounds emanating from her, she was finding the attention to her liking! I gathered more moisture on my fingers (there was plenty of it) and gently touched her. A tremor ran through her body, but she said nothing. I continued for a while. Fingers, lips, tongue. It was time to try. I used my little finger. Gently teasing the edges. Then pushed. As gently as I could to overcome her muscle. Her breathing had become more intense, but no word to stop. I’d opened her. My finger was in, to the end of my nail. I left it for a moment and continued kissing her bum.

“It’s okay. Try more.” The words barely audible. I did. My finger disappeared up to the first joint. Noises were coming from Mary’s mouth. Not words. Moans. I tried pushing more. Then “Stop! Enough.” I withdrew and Mary swivelled round flung her arms around me and we kissed again. On breaking, she said, “Progress! Horny. What a turn-on. I loved the feel. Thank you. Let’s keep trying.”

“I have no intention of stopping,” I replied. “Can I ask for you to try something in return?”

“Yes. Anything.”

“Can you try fisting me? You have such dainty hands I want to try and take one.”

“God yes.”

So the roles reversed, but the scenario was so similar. I’m not large and have never had a fist up there but Mary’s hands are so tiny I had to try it.

Trying was fun! My juices were flowing freely. Two fingers. Three. All four. Then the thumb. Mary was pumping her hand like a cock but couldn’t get beyond the final knuckles. I tried to relax my muscles. Which was counterintuitive. They were desperate to grasp her fingers. Milk them. But gently and slowly I felt her making progress. Then she was in! Oh, fuck! Her whole hand, up to the wrist and still working. How far could she go?

Then her phone rang. 10.00pm. Simon.

Shit shit shit. His timing was perfect. On the clock! Less so for me on the edge of another orgasm. Mary swore too, but motioned to me to stay still and quiet. She left her hand in me. Which made staying still and quiet almost impossible. She grabbed the phone from the bedside table.

“Hello, darling.” She sounded breathless to me. I wondered if Simon would pick up on it.

“Nothing much darling. Just reading.”

“Do I? I’d left the phone downstairs. Had to run for it.” She looked at me and shrugged her shoulders. Which moved her wrist. Which sent tremors through my body.

“Yes. I was in bed. Nothing else to do. Very bored.” She looked at me and winked and gave her fist a little twist. The little minx! How I stopped myself A) bursting out laughing or B) groaning loudly at the sensation her fist was causing I shall never know. She was kneeling next to me so I decided two could play that game. I reached up and tweaked a nipple. Hard.

“Ouch!”

“Nothing darling, just caught my toe in the sheet as I moved.”

She grimaced at me to say stop it and reinforced the look with another twist of her wrist. The problem was, that that feeling was sublime and I was close to the edge. Too close. I didn’t want to cause her problems but it was her doing. Then it triggered. I could feel I’d crossed the point of being able to control it. Mary saw what was happening.

“Sorry darling, must go. Just remembered I’ve left the kettle on.”

She hit the call end button just as my shriek left my body. My hips bucked violently. Mary extracted her fist just as my gushing intensified. I was virtually fitting. Heaven on earth.

Eventually, after an eternity, I spoke. “Do you really think Simon will believe the kettle thing?”

“Oh, by now he’d have forgotten it. Ticked the box ‘phone dutiful wife’ and gone back to his spreadsheets. Anyway, I need a pee.”

Which rather neatly moved us on to the final event of the evening!