Soaked To the Skin Pt. 03

Yes, he definitely paused for a few moments before he climbed down into the river our eyes glued to his penis - his erection. We had not seen such a thing before!

We had no idea it got big like that. I am not sure we even knew it got bigger. I think, and it is difficult remembering back, we knew it got stiff but not like that! We could see, could imagine, the little thing made solid 'going in'. We at least knew that was where it needed to go - but our imaginings were nothing like the reality... the dramatic difference between the supposed and the actuality! I am sure one of use must have whispered something to that effect - the impossibility of it 'going in.' And there it was getting closer, this fleshy horn with its big knob at the end!"

"Did he?"

"He didn't even touch us! Just came into the water. Said something about how cool it was and started swimming as if there was nothing out of the ordinary."

"I thought there'd be more..."

"Not straightaway."

"Ah!"

"No, it all settled down. There was a bit more swimming around. Him talking to us but when he stood up in the river we were amazed to see the horn had gone. It had shrunk away almost to normal - well to us anyway! Ancient Greek size - what we had originally expected."

"One of us, I don't think it was me, must have said something. He cannot have missed where our eyes were looking. I can remember him explaining how the penis worked. He must have appreciated our lack of knowledge. Probably really enjoyed our attention and the opportunity to explain. I mean, being able to talk about his cock to a collection of schoolgirls! Being able to lift it up and show it to us as he talked."

"He explained the effect of cold water and contrasted that with the effect of erotic stimulation. Assured us that the erection really could go into the vagina - I am sure I remember him using the word 'glove' to describe the fit! The idea that we could provoke such a reaction just by a man looking at our bodies."

Hannah had smiled. Boy's magazines gave more than a clue about that!

"We climbed out and had not a towel between us to dry us with but the sun was hot. Imagine us standing on the river bank naked and with this naked man. I don't know if it was him or one of us but the suggestion was made to jump up and down to get dry. Well, that was something; seeing his penis flopping up and down as he jumped but, there again, our breasts bounced and you can imagine what that did to him. Men are so silly about breasts! There we were all jumping up and down - what a sight - and he was getting an erection! We just stared and stared."

"I think it was he who suggested a walk along the river bank to get properly dry. It must have been a high point in his life, walking with a bunch of naked schoolgirls in the sunshine. It was such a funny feeling leaving our clothes behind and just going like that! And we were walking with a man - not just a man but a naked man with this great curving horn! Of course we talked about it; of course, we were fascinated; and of course he suggested we could touch it 'if we liked.' If we liked! You can imagine just how much he must have liked that! Thinking back you can almost imagine him saying 'you can suck it if you like' but we had no idea about fellatio - so virginal it was not true."

"And we certainly took up his offer. First one then another; none wanting to be left out; one hand after another; a tentative touch and then a real 'feel.' The firmness of it let alone the strange feel of those eggs in their wrinkled sack. I wonder if he had to warn us not to squeeze too hard - that funny vulnerability of men. I think I managed more of a feel than most - I think I held him as we walked along but perhaps one each side had a grasp. Of course he kept hard the whole time. Not surprising given - well of course he did - he asked if he could feel our breasts. And that was nice - the first time a man touched us. We must have been so wet actually - and I don't mean from the river! Him holding our breasts in his hands, probably bouncing them and certainly tweaking our nipples. Imagine that. Us all pausing and all that touching."

"We walked back along the river bank and when we got back to our clothes he asked if he could see between our legs and we let him. We lay down and opened our thighs and let him inspect. He must have remembered that for years. Perhaps in bed with his wife - we knew his wife, she was in the shop - he would be thinking back to that hot summer's afternoon when he had three schoolgirls' pudenda spread out for him to view. I can remember him looming over us - with his great horn! And of course he asked if we would like to feel his penis inside us - and we were all too scared! He did not get that from us - he did not take our virginity! We did not take up his offer of only going in 'a little way.' But the feel of his stumpy fingers - ah well - stirring our little nests."

"Did you make him come?" Hannah could not see them all just getting dressed.

"I think he told us we were probably wise not to risk the penis inside because of babies and that lead to him explaining more about semen and ejaculation; he asked if we would like to see that and, what a surprise, we did! I am sure he got us all to work him. I am sure he explained what to do and what was best. What a joy for him. One naked schoolgirl after another, flushed face, bare breasts, pulling at his cock."

"I know what happens, but do tell Hannah where he came. Lyanthe has told me this story before!"

"If men cannot come in your mouth, vagina or bottom where do they most like to come?" Lady Lyanthe asked.

It was a question to Hannah. "I suppose... on your breasts."

"Of course! And the breasts he came on were mine. It was not by my hand but it was on my breasts. We had not let him get his knob near our bits but I said I didn't mind there. I knelt and one of my friends worked him. We were amazed something else could come out of the hole he weed from. We did not really know what to expect. Did not really expect to happen what happened. He'd told us but I don't think we quite believed.

He'd told my friend not to stop moving her fist when he started but to keep going and I think, it might have been Sandy, did not stop. He did warn us it was about to happen but the surprise when these gobs of spunk started spurting was still considerable - and I could feel them raining down on my breasts. I am sure we just stared and stared as his penis produced and did not even look at his gasping no doubt ecstatic face!"

"Of course he thanked us. Said what a lovely surprise and afternoon it had been and as we stood in a group, there was me with my breasts literally dripping cum. I think he hurriedly dressed and was off. We felt so peculiar when we next went in the sweet shop and he didn't say a word about it. Hardly could with his wife there! I expect he went for plenty of country walks but never again... but I don't know - certainly not with us because we were soon away for the summer holidays and away from school for good."

"So there was I on the river bank with this cum all over my breasts and my friends not really knowing quite what to say about it. I think, but I cannot honestly remember, I hugged each in turn so our breasts were squashed together and we all ended up as messy as each other - three schoolgirls with sticky, spunky shiny breasts."

"I wish I could have seen that!"

"I am sure you do, Hugh - and would have liked to make them the stickier!"

"So you had to go in the river again?"

"I expect so - and walk up and down to dry again."

"Without anything to hold on to?"

"I think we all actually masturbated together but it is a long time ago."

"Nice to imagine," said Sir Hugh, "three naked schoolgirls working themselves up on the river bank - fingers between thighs - did you help each other?"

"Hugh!"

But Hannah noticed Lady Lyanthe did not really answer the question.

There seemed to have been a suitable gap. Perhaps a time for Sir Hugh to become a little less 'excited' though, there again, possibly not with the idea of the three schoolgirls on the riverbank fresh in his mind! For Hannah her excitement had not abated one jot - the story had been erotic for her and she was desperate to be moving again. Desperate to feel that wonderful sliding sensation of a cock moving within her. Hannah's thighs began to work once more. Not fast but sufficient to give relief - the piston was in motion again.

"Have you ever held more than one, Hannah my dear?"

"What?"

"Penes, penises," interjected Sir Hugh.

"No, not at once. Why have..."

"I remember once in a sauna in Denmark having my hands full of the most delightful cocks sprouting from two of the most delicious Nordic men I have ever met."

"Did you?"

"No, no, it was all a bit surreptitious, cocks pulled from under towels. It was not the done thing. I remember so clearly how they came together in my hands, one spurting over my left thigh as the other did the same on the other side. Absolutely together, they really were, yes so good to see and that lovely feeling of warm drops of semen all on my skin. They were only just tucked back in cover - the penises I mean, not yet fully 'down' - when in came another woman. We were all covered in towels but she must have seen the tell tale droplets all over my lower thighs and knees. You could not really miss what it was - and there was a lot of it I can tell you! What she must have thought of me! She frowned a lot - perhaps she was jealous."

"And did you ever?"

"No, alas I never saw them again. I would so liked to have been fucked by them - the two together, yes, them and me in bed for a whole weekend! Such a handful! You must, though, Hannah at your age try sex with several - yes with more than one boy at a time - it is wonderful. All that hardness to play with - all that cum if you like that. Do you?"

"I..."

"Sir Henry bought me a ridiculous book - 'Natural Harvest' - I shall show it to you. It is about cooking with, how shall I put it, cum."

"No!"

"Though the man made oysters - yes, that is all there is in the shells, well, perhaps with a little lemon and pepper - are hardly cooked! Not at all. There are other recipes though. It is funny and erotic all at the same time."

Hannah did not know what to say. That could not be so.

"Harvesting would be fun I think. We might get sore wrists!"

Hannah had to laugh.

And all the time Hannah was going up and down on Sir Hugh. Such a lovely feeling but so strange to be talking and fucking - still stranger to be talking with two people and one, indeed. the wife of the person she was copulating with!

Sir Hugh certainly had staying power. The day before he had described it to her as a problem of age but to Hannah it was anything but a problem. A cock she could ride for a long time without it suddenly coming and going limp on her - lovely!

"Do you want to change position like..." Should she mention yesterday when Sir Hugh had taken her from behind? It was still difficult to mention such things with Lady Lyanthe present.

"Hugh I do think it really is time for you to release. The poor girl is getting tired."

It was not actually what she meant.

"Of course, my love."

Hands on her breasts, a pushing against her and then she felt it and in her mind's eye could see it: the cock suddenly spurting semen just like the man on the riverbank - the hot liquid within her. Pulse after pulse. It had taken Sir Hugh a long time to come but he was coming very well indeed. Hannah did her best, bouncing as fast as she could to really milk the pleasure from Sir Hugh.

Breathing heavily, her skin awash with perspiration in the heat of the sauna Hannah came to a stop. Her vigorous riding done. She turned and smiled at Lady Lyanthe, feeling herself almost on fire with the sex. It was lovely, it had been lovely. Only she had not quite...

"But you haven't come my dear."

"Well nearly...Oh!"

It was unexpected, so unexpected. Astride and facing away from Sir Hugh, her sex was so open and so exposed and within it there was the still inserted, still hard, penis. Hannah was open and vulnerable and Lady Lyanthe had simply crouched down on the wooden slatted floor and, almost before Hannah realised what was happening, was lapping - using her tongue right on Hannah's sex ranging from the embedded penis to her clit. It was unexpected but so sexual, such a lovely soft rasping on her exposed and erect clit. Held by Sir Hugh, Hannah was soon coming, there was no stopping it. There was the strong feel of Sir Hugh's hands manipulating her breasts, the still present feeling of a cock in her vagina and the strong wet stimulation of a tongue on her clit. No, there was no stopping the climax!

"Oh, I, Oh..."

What could Hannah do? She had not expected this help, this feminine help from Lady Lyanthe. All she could do was accept and come - and come she did! Pushing herself against the now shrinking penis and the probing tongue. As she came, Lady Lyanthe stuck to her task sucking on her little clit as the electric waves of orgasm came and came.

Coming down from Cloud 9, Hannah could still feel Lady Lyanthe at her sex. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. Lady Lyanthe's tongue was in, not at, but in her vagina. Another woman had her tongue in her vagina! Pushing in alongside Sir Hugh's still present but now thinner cock.

Lady Lyanthe rose. "Look, my dear, what I have found!"

On the tip of her tongue - undoubted semen, creamy and fresh from Sir Hugh - fresh, what was more, from Hannah's own vagina.

Lady Lyanthe was close; without really thinking Hannah put out her tongue and they touched tongue to tongue and then they kissed; tongues in each other's mouth and the semen shared. Hannah had not tasted Sir Hugh before. It was so salty on her tongue.

She had not kissed a woman like that before either. She was doing things she had not expected to do that day. Hannah knew it was Sir Hugh's doing; knew she had fallen under a spell in that workman's hut; she knew this for certain but liked it; her tongue played with its sister.

"Well," said Lady Lyanthe, "time for tea, I should think." So ordinary and matter of fact after the copulation.

"But you haven't - you haven't..."

"My dear, you should know. Orgasm is not every time and Sir Hugh looks rather incapable at the moment. Not really 'up' to it!"

"No, I suppose not."

"Unless, of course, you would like to..."

It was left unsaid. Hannah had not meant anything of the sort but it must have seemed very like an offer to Lady Lyanthe. It must have given very much that appearance. It was rather difficult to back out once the statement had been made. Not least considering what Lady Lyanthe had just done to her!

"Perhaps my bedroom. I am beginning to find it a little hot in here."

It was unbelievable. Hannah was being led by the hand, being led by a naked Lady Lyanthe up through the house to Sir Hugh and Lady Lyanthe's bedroom, to where she was going to be expected to 'go down' - engage in lesbian sex - on Lady Lyanthe. It could hardly be anything else.

The bedroom door closed behind them and another kiss. Breast to breast. Hannah could feel the hardness of Lady Lyanthe's nipple pushing at her own. A nipple catching against another nipple, a sensual caress. Not quite believable to Hannah - was she really doing this? Lady Lyanthe not quite falling back on the bed but taking Hannah with her so she was lying upon her.

Hannah was lying skin to skin atop another women face to face, breast to breast, tummy to tummy, sex to sex as if she was the man atop a woman readying himself for intercourse. Their mounds together and then Lady Lyanthe's legs were up around her, ankles locked around Hannah's back; their curly hair intermingled; and then they began to move, rubbing against each other. Missionary sex without the penis. So strange to be like that with a women; their bodies so slippery from the perspiration of the sauna; Lady Lyanthe's tongue in her mouth.

And then the rotation. Hannah finding her head between Lady Lyanthe's thighs, Lady Lyanthe's wet sex before her and Hannah just doing what she so liked the boys to do to her. It was not something she had to learn - she knew exactly what to do. And as her tongue probed so did Lady Lyanthe's - back where it had been before.

The sex was passionate, the tonguing enthusiastic - the outcome orgasmic.

Hannah rose, her face flushed and awash with Lady Lyanthe's copious lubrication. Lady Lyanthe drew her towards her on the bed and they kissed.

"Very nice my dear, I did so enjoy that. Did you?"

And Hannah could but say the truth - she had indeed.

"Perhaps that cup of tea now? Shall we shower first?"

Dressed again in her little grey dress, afternoon tea just seemed so ordinary after the events of the afternoon. It was really nice: lovely with scones, jam and cream and everything but just so 'normal' with everyone dressed again. The conversation was just so what you might expect over tea: interesting certainly but not a hint of the erotic, no detailed exposition by Sir Hugh on some theme - the eroticism of the teapot or the like. Hannah could just imagine Sir Hugh being able to talk on just that topic and explain how the spout represented the penis and the filling of teapot was...

"Hannah, my dear, would you mind if Hugh copulated with you again before you go? He might be less of a nuisance when it is bed time. I am sure he would like to take you in that pretty dress. Shall I hold your panties?"

Hannah's thought was broken. She had been thinking of sex again, just at the moment the subject was broached once more by her hosts. Certainly she was not averse to the idea: there was something about being with Sir Hugh which just made her feel - what was the word - yes, lascivious.

So unreal again. Standing in the marble floored hallway in her grey dress and slipping her panties down as her hosts watched and then handing them to Lady Lyanthe.

"Perhaps if you hopped up on this table."

Hannah did as she was told. The table almost suspiciously at the right height for the task, a beautiful table with concave sides to its beautifully polished top - Walnut perhaps - adding further convenience to the act.

"Open your pretty legs - there's a good girl."

Lady Lyanthe's fingers at Sir Hugh's fly extracting the organ and bringing it into the open and working it to erection. Sir Hugh in his tweeds but with his not unimpressive erection sticking out of his trousers. Just so unreal to see - a respectable married couple immaculately dressed yet with the woman holding the man's erection in one hand and Hannah's panties in the other and all out in the open in the beautiful hall of this country house - and there she was, Hannah Hutchings sitting on a table in her little grey dress, thighs apart and with the material pulled up so far that almost certainly Sir Hugh could see her panty less sex.

And it was Lady Lyanthe who guided the connection, brought her husband over to Hannah, ensured the knob entered and then carefully unbuttoned the dress and lifted Hannah's breasts out just lightly brushing the nipples to ensure they were standing and, in effect, handing them to her husband. And there she was once more with Sir Hugh, Hannah's third copulation with the man in less than two days. A man she had not known until the day before.

It was not a difficult entry at all, not with what had been happening that afternoon. Sir Hugh's knob had touched Hannah's soft moist flesh and been pushed in by Lady Lyanthe before Sir Hugh had taken over and slid fully home. There Hannah was, her bottom resting on the polished wood, her thighs spread for a man and with the coarse feel of the tweed against them: but anything but a coarse feel where it mattered. Hannah was once more delightfully speared.