The First Meeting

Thursday May 13th 2004 – 8:25pm – Helen’s House

Tracy Foster idly made her way to Helen’s dining table, from which bits of quiche, sausages on sticks and other such items were slowly being removed by the other ladies here present. She flushed with a combination of excitement and impatience. They were all here. They were really going to do it. And it had all started with that stupid programme that Pete had made her watch – and with her comments on it to the others.

The others. Tracy looked anxiously at the other five women sat on the two sofas in Helen’s romantically lit front room. Would they really do it? She wondered. They were all looking a bit unsure now. They had passed through the stage of complimenting Helen on the food and the fire and the effort she must have gone to set up all those candles and they were now all looking less sure of themselves.

“Well then,” said Tracy, with **** cheeriness, “are we going to do it then?”

“What just like that?” asked dark-haired Ali. “Just down plates and jump on each other?”

“Well, no,” answered Tracy uncertainly, “I suppose we ought to do something first to… to get us in the mood.”

“What? Like a game of spin the bottle you mean?” asked Erica.

“Or strip poker?” laughed Ali.

“Oh cheesee!” cried Donna. “I thought we were all supposed to throw our car keys into the middle or something.”

“Oh, yes. Because that’s not cheesey at all, is it?” responded Helen, sarcastically.

“How about if we all tell each other our favourite sex fantasies?” suggested Tracy.

“And then what?” asked Ali.

“Well it might get us in the mood for… you know…”

“How about if just one of us shares her fantasies and the others help her to carry it out?” suggested Erica.

“Go on then. You first,” answered Donna.

“I was thinking of Helen,” replied Erica.

“Why me?” asked Helen who was standing by the fire.

“Because you’ve done so much to get the atmosphere right for this evening its only right that you should indulged first. So go on then – What fantasy can we help you with?”

“I don’t think you could do much to make my fantasies come true.”

“We can improvise. Try us.”

“Okay then. I don’t really have any lesbian fantasies…”

“I think Donna would beg to differ,” commented Erica. Donna blushed.

“My fantasy,” continued Helen, “is that I’m surrounded by three hunky black guys.” [There were “oohs” of approval] “Then the first one steps forward and just grabs me and starts kissing me. Anyway, I’m just thinking about breaking free, because I wouldn’t want you to think I’m a slut you know…” (“Oh, no,” laughed the others) “I’m just thinking about breaking free, when the second one comes up behind me and starts kissing my neck. Well, that’s it. My legs go all weak and I just melt between these two hunky guys. Then I realise that the third one is kneeling down in front of me. Whilst the other two have got me distracted, he’s pushing up my dress and pulling down my knickers and… Well, you can guess the rest.”

“Ohh!” Helen’s audience complained.

“Anyway,” Helen continued, “we don’t have three hunky black men, so you can’t indulge my fantasy.”

“You’ve got five horny white women,” commented Erica, “we can improvise.”

“I don’t see h…” began Helen. But before she could finish, tall blonde Erica had crossed the space separating her from the slim younger woman and firmly planted her lips on Helen’s.

“Mmmph,” replied Helen, but contrary to her fantasy she did not seem to be resisting.

Redheaded Donna saw her opportunity, put down her drink and approached Helen from behind. She slid her fingers round her slim friend’s midriff and planted her lips on Helen’s exposed neck.

Tracy felt a vicarious thrill as she watched Helen melt under the ministrations of her two friends.

‘Its going to happen,’ she thought. ‘Its going to happen. We’re really going to do it.’

All that was needed to complete Helen’s fantasy was a third to start work on her nether regions. Tracy flushed with the thought that this other could be her! She started forward, but Ali, who was much closer got there first.

Tracy watched as the dark haired woman, in the loosely fitting short black dress, knelt before the blonde (‘She won’t be able to do that in a couple of months,’ reflected Tracy) and began pushing up Helen’s pale dress. Only young Kelly hung back now, Tracy observed; and herself of course.

Erica and Helen continued to kiss passionately, both women looking quite flushed (though it might have been the heat from fire) as Helen slid her hands over Erica’s backside, whilst the taller woman ran her hands through the slimmer woman’s hair. Donna continued to kiss, lick and nibble at Helen’s throat, but her hands were now cupping and fondling the soft curves of the blonde woman’s small breasts. Tracy heard Helen let out a muffled sigh as Ali began pulling down her panties and nibbling at her exposed pussy.

Tracy idly brushed at her own nether regions through her blue denim skirt and half stroked her own breast through the pink top. She regarded Kelly, dressed in a skinny top and tight leather miniskirt. The teenager smiled meekly back.

Looking again at the four women getting increasingly carried away by the fireplace, Tracy determined to take Kelly in hand and find a place that she and the teenager could join the group. She walked towards the younger woman with what she hoped was a smile of encouragement on her face. As she reached Kelly’s side and took the teenager’s hand in hers, something made Tracy pause and kiss the younger woman.

Tracy was surprised at the passion with which the teenager responded. As Kelly’s lips locked onto hers, Tracy realised that the single young mum was not the shrinking violet that she often seemed to be. Before she realised what she was doing, Tracy found herself kicking off her shoes as Kelly did the same with hers. With one hand Tracy ran her fingers through the younger woman’s chestnut hair, with the other she was savagely pulling at the belt holding up her companion’s short skirt. She heard with joyful satisfaction the sound of the poppers on her own skirt going as the teenager pulled it off her.

Panties were pulled down next and pussies ground together as the two sought to mesh their bodies into one. Next Tracy felt her top being pulled up and reluctantly she broke the kiss to help Kelly pull it up over her head. As she was temporarily blinded by the pink material, she felt with a thrill, her bra being removed by delicate feminine hands. When she was able to see again, Tracy saw that the teenager had already almost finished removing her own top and the push-up bra beneath it as well. When the two women faced each other naked, they fell upon each other’s breasts and lips and sank to the floor.

As the two of them began to make love, Tracy became dimly aware of events closer to the fire, by the increasing volume of Helen’s cries. Erica’s lips had by this time detached themselves from Helen’s and were now locked on those of redheaded Donna. But Donna had not entirely left the slim blonde alone yet; she had pulled the top of Helen’s dress down and was now pinching and plucking at her friend’s stiff little nipples as their owner cried out in painful pleasure. Ali meanwhile was contributing to Helen’s mounting orgasm, as the pregnant dark-haired woman was flicking her tongue across the blonde’s aching clit and thrusting her fingers into Helen’s hungry pussy.

Tracy heard Helen cry out in orgasm a few moments later, but by this time she was uninterested. She was chewing and biting at Kelly’s hardened nipples, whilst with one hand she continued to run her fingers through the teenager’s hair and with the other she plunged her fingers in and out of the girl’s eager slot. Kelly distractedly stroked at Tracy’s back as her own orgasm proceeded to build.

Neither of them noticed as the other four women began to pair off. Helen dropped weakly into a sixty-nine with Ali, determined to give back some of the pleasure that she had received; meanwhile Ali continued to tenderly lick and caress her friend’s overworked pussy, whilst getting ready for a second ****. With Helen no-longer between them, Donna and Erica began peeling off each other’s clothes in a more refined, but no less passionate manner than Tracy and Kelly had a few minutes earlier. They too sank to the floor to enjoy each other’s bodies by the firelight.

And so things continued for some time. The atmosphere was charged and the air was hot with musk. Every now and then the background sound of low moaning would be broken by short passionate gasps and loud cries. And then the cycle would begin again. Without the inconsiderate timing of a male orgasm to truncate their pleasure, the women could continue all night, or at least until exhaustion overtook them.

Eventually, as Tracey was licking at her teenage companion’s soaking pussy, she became aware of her own legs being gently parted and a tongue gently lapping at her own nether regions. She glanced down and realised that it was Erica. The last that she had noticed, the tall blonde had been suckling on Donna’s ample breasts as the buxom redhead had been doing the same back to her. Now experienced Erica was between Tracy’s thighs and Donna was lying exhausted on the floor ahead of her.

Kelly also noticed this and gently manoeuvred her upper body round to slide between Donna’s thighs. So, whilst Erica pleasured Tracy, and Tracy continued to lick out Kelly, Kelly began nibbling at Donna’s ginger snatch.

Donna took the hint and where Helen and Ali were still locked into a passionate sixty-nine, Donna gently intruded. Persuading the dark haired woman to emerge from Helen’s crotch for the first time that evening, Donna instead set her own lips to her friend’s erstwhile task.

Ali, meanwhile, looked up only long enough to register the situation before diving back down again, this time into Erica’s muff – And since Helen’s lips were still at work on Ali, the circle was complete.

As each woman licked at the next, and she passed on what she was experiencing to the next again, there was a daisy chain of mounting desire. As she felt Kelly twitching towards another orgasm and knew that her own was not far off, Tracy was suffused by a warm glow of satisfaction (although it may have been the fire, or the fact that her pussy was being attended to by an expert). The first meeting of The Pampered Pussy Club was a roaring success. Where, she wondered, would they go from here?