The Lingerie Shop

This story is a work of fiction. A figment of the author's imagination. It is not big on realism. It's a frivolous little fantasy, but wouldn't it be fun if a lingerie shop like this existed?

All characters are fictitious, and any that are involved in sexual activities are over 18.

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Let me introduce you to Ginni. She's an amazing woman; tall, shapely, very busty, and incredibly sexy. She has the body of a goddess, smouldering dark eyes, a jumbled mass of black curly hair, and a mouth made for oral sex, but of course, I'm biased.

She's 43 years old, of Italian descent, though she was actually born in Australia, and she's the best thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life.

Ginni (short for Ginevra) is my partner, in business and in love, and owner of the highly-rated lingerie store, in fact, a chain of lingerie stores, "Fem-me." Although she has shops in Brisbane, Canberra, Melbourne and Adelaide, she lets others manage those, and concentrates on her original shop In Sydney City.

We cater for women of all shapes and sizes, and although we aren't a lesbian shop per se, we do especially like to cater for women of a Sapphic persuasion. I think it's well-known that we provide top-class attention -- to all our customers -- and that our gay clientele are sure to get exactly what they want, and sometimes more.

In Sydney, we have a small front-of-shop area, and a large and sumptuously appointed fitting room, with numerous mirrors at all angles, chairs, stools, two chaises longues, and a large sofa.

Sometimes, we get a group shopping together for lingerie (it's a social occasion) and our fitting room is then very popular as they can sit on the sofa and watch each other, trying items on, and posing. The atmosphere on such occasions is a little lewd and bawdy (you know what groups of girls can be like) but also inescapably erotic.

Of course, we also have two cubicles, adjoining the shop, for customers of a more shy disposition. We are well set-up to provide our customers with whatever they need.

In the shop, we have a small selection of items on display, some on hangers, some on manikins, and some on posters, but they are only a small part of the vast selection we have stored on the first floor, which is completely given over to stock. No matter who comes in, we are almost certain to have what they want, in whatever size they are.

Ginni makes sure the posters in the shop are at the erotic end of the spectrum -- she likes to maintain that ambiance - and she even models for them herself. We have a photographer friend, Francesca, who visits us from time to time, takes lots of pictures, then sorts out getting them enhanced and printed at whatever size we want, for display. These photo sessions always lead to sex because, like us, Francesca is gay and horny.

But what about me? Well, I've been Ginni's long term partner and girlfriend for 7 years now. To all intents and purposes, we are married, though we've never actually gone through a ceremony.

My name is Lu, and I am originally from Malaysia. My parents worked for a very rich English family in Kuala Lumpur, who generously paid for my education (hence my good English) but I was very fortunate to be working part-time in a clothing factory while I was studying for my degree in Business Administration, because it was there I met Ginni.

She was on a visit to supervise a large order for plus-size lingerie that was being manufactured in Malaysia, and she stumbled upon the 20 year old me, sweating over a machine. She obviously saw something in me, and she visited again the next day, and asked me some questions, then offered to buy me dinner -- 'to get to know you better.' I didn't quite realise it at the time, but all my birthdays had come at once.

We hit it off straightaway, even tough she was 16 years older than me, and we were so completely different, physically. Her, tall and curvy, with luscious breasts, and a curly mane, and I, small and petite, with very modest breasts and short, straight hair.

I already knew I was gay, though I hadn't yet had a serious sexual partner, and I was overjoyed when I realised she was too! And there seemed to be a mutual attraction between us. I love a tall, womanly woman, and she seemed to love my petite daintiness.

I know now that she loves women of all shapes and sizes, which doesn't mean she's undiscerning, but that she finds sexual attraction in a lot of different women. She's a very sexual person, and I think myself very lucky that she chooses me to be her most significant other.

After that first dinner date, we went back to her hotel and she introduced me to a new world. The world of lesbian sex, which was every bit as wonderful and exhilarating as I'd dreamed. It was even better than I'd fantasised when I masturbated in my bedroom.

Later, it would lead us to something even better. Lesbian love.'

That first encounter with Ginni was 7 years ago and my life direction changed radically. For two years, we were flying back and forth between Sydney and KL on a regular basis. She introduced me to her business, and the erotic world of lingerie and her clientele -- a world of wonders I'd never even dreamed of.

As soon as I graduated, I abandoned my plans for doing a Masters -- with no regrets - and she brought me to live with her in Sydney. It's been syurga (heaven) ever since.

Our life together is still a wonder to me, even after all these years, and I'm still astonished when I remember how she came to the factory that day, and picked ME. Out of all the girls who were working there, she picked ME.

I'm very appreciative of how lucky I am. I wake up every morning, look at Ginni, and know I'm blessed. We take regular holidays, go on visits to our other stores around the country, have LOTS of sex, and generally fuck the life out of life.

We have a number of regular clients nowadays, some lesbian, some bi, some straight, and a couple who were straight and now... aren't. Then there's Francesca the Photo, Polly-Anne, our accountant, and Camille, our relief manager, who looks after the shop when we are away.

What follows is just a little glimpse into our world, our friends, lovers and clients, and our sex lives. I hope you enjoy it.

***

Mel & Martina

Our youngest regular clients, M&M, as we call them (they're very sweet), are an adorable couple of giggly girls. They are still in the discovery phase of their relationship. Still feeling their way, so to speak, and they seem to be getting more and more into the eroticism of lingerie.

There were a couple of months between their first and second visits, but then the intervals got shorter and shorter, and recently we've seen them almost weekly. 'This stuff's bloody addictive,' said Mel on their last visit, as she fondled the lace on a very racy black and red bra. 'I love the briefs with this set, love the see-through black lace gusset.'

Mel is quite a chubby girl. Busty, with fleshy hips. She looks great in lingerie, and she's quite a contrast to Martina, who is taller and more slender. Martina really suits a body-stocking, and she looked brilliant in the crotchless one she was trying for size. 'I like this. The opening perfectly frames my pubes, don't you think? She said, twisting from side to side. Mel and I nodded.

'I'm buying this set,' said Mel. Can I put the briefs on?'

'Sure, ' I smiled, and I watched her step into them and pull them up. They looked wonderful on her, with her blonde pubes making a nice contrast with the black lace, just glinting golden under the see through material of the crotch.

She turned to Martina, who was nodding her approval.

I heard Ginni in the shop, explaining to another customer that the fitting room was occupied, but that she could use a cubicle, so I knew we wouldn't be disturbed.

Mel had moved closer to Martina to look at the body-stocking, and she said, 'You're right about that opening at the crotch. It really shows off those lovely lips of yours. Look at her lips, Lu. Luscious aren't they?'

I could only agree. They pouted beautifully, protruding from her tangle of dark pubes in a bold display of meaty flesh. Pretty mouth-watering, really.

'I love them,' Mel was saying. I can't resist them,' and to my surprise, she got on her knees and sucked them, turning her head and making sucky, slurpy noises as Martina giggled.

'Stop it Mel. You're too naughty,' said Martina.

'Ah, you bloody love it...' She obviously saw my slack-jawed look, and she said 'Wanna try them, Lu? They're very tasty.' She was offering me her girlfriend's most private bits like they were an orange or something.

Still, Martina didn't seem to be complaining. In fact she turned towards me and thrust her pussy forward in a wordless offering, so I thought, why not? I'm not one to turn down a tasty pussy when it's offered.

I knelt in front of her and sucked her big floppy lips into my mouth and, oh wow. She smelled earthy, musty, and her lips were soft and salty as I used my tongue to savour them. This was quite obviously turning her on, and I could feel her wetness moistening my bottom lip as I sucked her flesh deep into my mouth then squished it back out again.

'Mm, tasty, said Mel, then she clapped her hands and said, 'Jeeezus, we're gonna have some fun when we get home...'

They took their new lingerie off and dressed, and we went through to the shop so they could pay for their purchases. The other customer was just leaving, laden with bags, and Ginni rang M&Ms purchases through the till. Then they left, giggling and squeezing each others bums as they spilled out into the shopping mall.

We were left alone, and I came to her and gave her a salty kiss on her pouty red lips. 'Mm mmm, you taste GOOD,' she said.

'Courtesy of Martina. She has the most amazing cunt lips.,'

'Yeh, I remember them,' she smiled, archly, and I said, oh yes, you served them the first time, didn't you?'

'Oh, I served them very well indeed, darling.'

God, I was horny now. I could hardly wait until we closed the shop at 6pm.

We had a couple more customers, before closing time; an older woman, very curvy, with brassy blonde hair, and a girl in jeans and a jumper, who looked like butter wouldn't melt, yet here she was buying some very racy fishnet stockings and a killer push-up balcony bra. I found myself imagining her switching into vamp mode in the bedroom. Mmm.

Ginni knew I was horny after my encounter with M&M, and she pushed my buttons even more by surreptitiously dipping a finger in her pussy behind the counter, when the young girl was paying for her purchases, then, as she left the shop, giving me the finger to taste. Ohh, jeeez, she's so delectably naughty.

It was obvious that we were going to have a quickie of some sort when we closed the shop, as we had so many times before. We were just too horny. We knew it would be delicious.

Obviously, true paradise is in our bedroom at home, but if we waited until later, much of our arousal would have subsided and the feeling would be difficult to recapture.

When six ticked up on the clock, she locked the door and pulled the blinds down, then turned her back on the door and spread her legs. 'Come here and eat me.'

She dropped her skirt, revealing her gorgeous black lace panties and sheer stockings. Well, you wouldn't expect a lingerie luminary like her to be wearing "ordinary" undies, would you? In fact, I think the only "ordinary" undies she has are the ones she sometimes sleeps in.

She looked fantastic, as she always does. Perfect legs in high heels, exquisitely cut knickers, and her white blouse, now loose at the hem, but still subtly stretched by the bustling breasts beneath. She was sex-appeal personified, and she was all for me, lucky bitch.

I knelt in front of her and the flesh of her full thighs jiggled slightly as she moved her feet further apart for me - click-click. Her elegant hand came down and delicately pulled her gusset aside, then I just immersed myself in the sublime pleasure of her pussy.

I revelled in the harshness of her wiry pubes, and the steamy sapidness of her hot wet flesh. She was oozing her love liquid beautifully, and I drove two fingers up inside her as I flicked my tongue rapidly against her tumid little button (I know she loves that).

I drove my fingers in and out, curling them and raking her g-spot with my fingertips with every stroke, and she came very quickly, dribbling hot orgasm honey down to my wrist.

She's not noisy when she comes. She just let out a series of breathy, gasping, voiceless 'Oohh' sounds and she rotated her hips, smearing my face, and writhing her squelchy hole round and round against my fingers.

I waited until she subsided, then I stood up so that we could share the syrupy goodness on my hand - as we always do when I finger her to orgasm. She loves her taste. Especially the post-orgasm taste. I do too.

'Ohh, Luie,' (her pet name for me) 'you really know how to please me, don't you?' Of course I did - I'd had 7 years to learn, and I'd made sure I learned everything there was to learn about pleasing her. 'But you must be bloody screaming to come by now, my little lotus flower... Come on.'

She took me by the hand and led me to the fitting room, where she laid me on a chaise longue. I was wearing a pair of tight leggings and plimsolls, and she gently removed them and pulled down my panties. Pretty panties, but not as sexy as hers.

I lay in blissful anticipation as I waited for her oral attentions, which I knew would be divine, as always. She knew how much I loved this anticipation, and she deliberately delayed, for just the perfect amount of time.

She leaned over me and we kissed, a soft, gentle kiss, which tasted faintly of her pussy, then she moved down and knelt at the foot of the chaise and lay on her stomach between my legs. I looked down at the sparse hair on my pussy, her beautiful face, and the gorgeous way her breasts squished under her weight, somehow looking even bigger.

She smiled. I felt my clit was almost reaching out for her lips, and then, finally, she bent her head and kissed it.

I've said she has a mouth made for oral sex, and she has. Her lips are full and are shaped into a permanent pout. Every time I see them, I want to kiss them. They look like they are permanently sucking on a clit, and now they were.

My button was bursting, but she sucked on it like she were trying to coax even more blood into its tumid little head. And then her tongue. Oh jeezus, her tongue is so long and agile she can tease the edge of my g-spot with it, and she says she loves it when my internal muscles flex and squeeze it. My pussy is very tight. Even two fingers are a snug fit, and if she uses fingers and tongue together, as she did now... Oh my fuck..

It's a good job the chaise was a wipe clean vinyl one because this orgasm was very wet indeed. Even Ginni (who is used to my outpourings by now) giggled a little hysterically. 'Wow, Luie, what a pearler. You were really saving that up, weren't you? She scooped some of my dribble up from the vinyl on her fingers and sucked them with relish. 'Mmm, nectar...'

I didn't speak. I just lay there, reeling until some sort of normality returned, then we cleaned up and headed home.

***

Penny

Another regular of ours is Penny, a fifty-something dark-haired, sultry woman of Greek descent. Penny is a whole lot of fleshy, voluptuous woman, with huge heavy breasts and dangerous curves.

Finding lingerie that makes the most of her assets, not to mention sourcing attractive bras that can accommodate her more than ample girls is not easy, but Ginni had made it her personal mission to make sure Penny always gets what she wants when she comes to us. And I mean EVERYTHING she wants.

Even though Ginni really loves my petite body (she especially loves my bullet- like nipples) she has a singular fascination for Penny's bounteous bod. She once said to me, 'Fucking a voluptuous woman is a whole different experience, and I love new experiences, especially sexual ones.'

She was right, and I found that, once I'd had the pleasure, I shared her fascination. I love Ginni's curves, and her big boobs, but Penny is on a whole different level.

So, we were very excited when she walked into the shop late one morning. I'm sure our beaming grins gave away how happy we were to see her, especially since it was almost lunchtime, when we close the shop for an hour.

Penny has been a customer for a long time now, and Ginni is very familiar with her body - her measurements I mean. She's even gone as far as getting some items specially made, without an order, knowing that she will have a sure-fire sale, and many more besides. Penny loves her lingerie.

The most recent item she commissioned was a longline bra set, with a deep lace suspender belt and a g-string. I actually flew to KL to personally describe what we had in mind to the factory, combining it with a visit to my parents. It worked out well.

And now here was Penny, about to get a surprise. Well, a few surprises, actually.

'I'm looking for some crotchless garter hose that I can wear for work,' she said...

Oh, I forgot to mention, Penny is a bisexual married woman, and she sometimes works as a kind of part-time call-girl, with women only. It's how she gets to explore her lesbian side, and to enjoy some exhibitionist fantasies.

'Oh yes, I'm sure we can sort you out,' said Ginni, 'and I also have an extra surprise for you, just a sec.'

She disappeared upstairs, and Penny and I made small talk. I told her that her friends Chrissy and Mia had recently been in to buy things, since Penny had recommended us, and she wanted details of what they had bought.

I racked my brains to remember everything, but I did recall that Chrissy had bought a very nice black satin corset which put her breasts on full display, and Chrissy does have very impressive breasts. She liked the corset so much she also bought one in red. We have a lot of sales to thank Penny for.

Ginni returned and put two boxes on the counter. 'Those are your crotchless hose.' But it was the hanger she was also carrying that grabbed Penny's attention. On it, was the longline bra set and it was spectacular, especially with the little extra stitching and ribbon details I'd suggested.

Penny's eyes were gleaming as she looked it over, and I could tell she couldn't wait to try it on. 'Wow, that's beautiful. Li's gonna love that...' Li was one of Penny's regular clients. One of a group of Korean women who can't get enough of Penny's fulsome flesh. So, I'm not the only one.

The set was in black, with pink stitching, and little pink bows at the cleavage and navel, and pink trim on the suspenders and bra straps. Well, what can I say, I like pink.

'If you like this set, there's also another in white with red trim,' Ginni was saying, and you'll need some stockings...' She trailed her finger along the boxes of stockings and then pulled one out. 'Lovely deep lace welts on these,' she said. 'Come on, let's go for a try-on.'

They disappeared into the fitting room, leaving me on tenterhooks and watching the clock. It took an AGE for the clock to go from 12.15 to 12.30, but then I sprang from behind the counter, locked the door, and stuck up the "Gone for a nibble. Back at 1.30" sign. Then I scurried straight through to the fitting room.

Penny was wearing the longline set, and Ginni was standing behind her adjusting straps, and oh jeez, that set was even better on than I'd imagined. Even I'd thought the cups too big when it arrived, but no, Penny's girls filled them perfectly, just to the edge of overflowing. Ginni and the factory had done us proud with the measurements.

The stockings were also stunning. Those deep lacy welts were perfect, and left just the right amount of thigh showing. The only thing she wasn't wearing was the g-string. She's bought enough of them from us by now to know what size is perfect.

'Oh, wow Penny,' I gushed, 'your paying clients are certainly going to get value for money with that, eh? I'd pay myself...'

'You won't need to pay, darling. You can have me for free, as a thank you.' She turned her head to kiss Ginni, and I stepped forward and pushed up her boobs with my hands, making her quivering flesh almost spill out of the cups, then I buried my face in her cornucopian cleavage, drowning myself in a billowing sea of warm bosom.

I wanted to drown more, and I threw myself on a chaise and said 'Queen me Penny.'

That day, I was wearing a mini skirt with hold-up stockings, and my panties were already half way down my thighs and my fingers deep in my pussy, as Penny chuckled, 'OK darling, if you insist...'

She straddled the chaise, and brought her pussy down heavily on my face, enveloping me in hot, steamy woman sex, squishing her squirmy wet lips over my mouth. Sheer heaven.

I tongued her hungrily, snorting and gurgling as I almost suffocated in her hot wet cunt, and I felt Ginni's hands firmly moving mine out of the way and replacing them with her tongue... Did I say heaven? THIS was heaven.

Penny had two lovely wet orgasms on my tongue, then they swapped places. Oh my fuck, I was being used like a sex toy and I was loving every minute of it. I was in the dark under Ginni's skirt, and my ears were covered by her thighs but I didn't need to see or hear. My other senses, were assailed by dreamy sensations; the feel of wet flesh and harsh pubes, the taste of sublime love-liquid, and the incomparable aroma of hot, wanting woman.

My orgasms were a blur. A continual succession of trippy spasms, and my bum cheeks ached with the intense clenching, as i overdosed on sexual bliss. Nothing compares to this.

Ginni got herself off torridly, fucking my face until her desire spilled out of her like a hot, spicy elixir. My favourite elixir.

Penny was more than happy with her visit, and she left with two bra and suspender sets, four pairs of stockings, two pairs of crotchless hose, and a very tingly pussy.

'Bye, you two naughty girls,' she said as she left, 'and thanks for another very special shopping experience.'

'We aim to please,' said Ginni with a lewd smile.

***

Dianne

There's a lot of speculation about how many straight women have lesbian tendencies, or how many can be "turned." I can only speak about my own experiences, but when I was younger, back in Malaysia, I had some straight friends who were definitely receptive to a bit of girl-girl fun. We never actually did anything sexual, but I could tell they were interested.

The fact that I declared I was gay, and not interested in boys, seemed to fascinate them, like I knew something they didn't. Well I did, really. I wish I'd kept in touch with them. It would be interesting to know how their sex lives developed.

And then there's Dianne - and Polly-Anne. More about her later.

Dianne came to us as a straight woman in her 30s. She'd recently divorced and was back in 'the bloody dating game.'

She was an attractive woman, slightly taller than average (though not as tall as Ginni) trim and shapely, with nice pert breasts, and attractive long auburn hair, worn in a pony-tail. She was a bit of a stunner, actually, so I assumed she was getting plenty of dates, and plenty of sex, but after she'd been buying underwear from us for a while, she seemed, most of all, to be rather disillusioned. A bit lacking in enthusiasm.

As we got to know her better, she began to open up, and she told us she had been buying lingerie in an attempt to spice up what seemed to be a disappointing sex life.

'I thought wearing lingerie and acting more like every man's wet dream would pep things up a bit, but there's a flaw in that plan. I've found that, If you get them more excited, they just come even more quickly, then you're left bloody flat again. I don't know what the answer is '

Ginni and I glanced at each other. We sympathised, but we knew exactly what the answer was...

It took her a while. We'd been in the fitting room with her and seen her almost naked a ton of times. She was obviously not immune to the sexual tension of being naked in a room with either of us, but it took her a while to crystallise her thoughts. Eventually, she felt bold enough to ask the question that had been nagging at her.

She had bought a lacy red ensemble, complete with fishnet stockings, and was at the till, paying, when she suddenly said. 'You two are lesbians, aren't you? Everyone knows this shop is run by a gay couple.'

We laughed and nodded. 'Yes, we are.'

'Tell me -- I've always wondered. What's the sex like? Is it as wonderful as everyone seems to think? Or is that just a fantasy?'

'Well it's no fantasy for us,' said Ginni, 'and yes, it is wonderful.' She looked at me and I think I probably blushed.

'But don't you miss the... you know... something inside you?'

'Well, for a start, you don't miss what you've never had, but being a lesbian doesn't mean you can't enjoy something inside you. There are plenty of things on the market...'

She laughed. 'Yeah, but, it's not... you know... real, is it?

Uh oh, here comes Ginni's speech, I thought.

'Listen darling, I can easily get something bigger and harder than any dick, it might even have a motor in it, for that extra kick, and it won't ever go soft - even when it's in the drawer. It will be ever-ready, and it will last as long as you need it to. Every. Single. Time.'

Dianne seemed a little taken aback by Ginni's vehemence, but then she softened a little. 'Truth is, darling, a lot of lesbians -- us included - don't need a dick substitute. There are many ways we can make each other come, most of them not involving anything like a dick, and we can make each other come over and over again. It's way better than being pounded by a meat stick.

'Not sure that would work for me,' said Dianne. I think I need something...'

'Bet you don't.'

'What?'

'Bet you don't need penetration. I bet you that we can make you come without putting even a single finger inside you.'

'Are you serious?' said Dianne, wide-eyed. 'Is this a wager?'

'Well yeh, but there's no stake, apart from you let us try.'

Dianne was speechless.

'Think about it,' said Ginni, 'and if you want to get the answer to your question, come back when we close at 6. It will be worth it. Promise.'

She looked from Ginni to me and back again, and I was smiling and nodding. I was well up for this challenge. I quite fancied Dianne, and the memory of how hot her boobs looked in that red bra was still fresh in my mind.

She collected her bags and left. 'Later,' said Ginni, with an air of super-confidence.

'She'll be back,' she said, 'just you wait and see. She's a horny bitch, that one. I can tell.'

As 6pm approached, I was peering out of the front window, wondering if she'd appear, while Ginni was pricing some new items we had on display. I could tell she had no doubt in her mind.

Sure enough, at 5:57, she appeared, walking with purpose, hair now loose and flowing behind her and breasts jiggling slightly as she walked. Oh, yummy.

She entered and closed the door behind her, then stood looking at us silently. Ginni smirked at me.

'Welcome back,' I said with a smile. I went to lock the door, and met her gaze. 'You won't regret this,', I said.

She finally spoke. 'It's quite exciting actually. I was thinking about it at home. I'm letting myself be seduced by two lesbians. It's the stuff of fantasy, really.'

'That's a good start,' said Ginni. 'Come on, you're about to realise that fantasy.'

We went through to the fitting room and sat her on a chaise while we stripped to our underwear, and Ginni, as always, looked stunning. Her bra and panties were in a pale blue colour, with matching suspenders and white stockings, and she stood close to Dianne, deliberately.

Straight or not, I don't know how anyone could be immune to that. You'd have to be DEAD. I was already getting moist just looking at her.

This was the first time Dianne had experienced anything like this. She'd been in the fitting room before, and she'd been near-naked and trying on bras etc. But she'd never seen us in our lingerie before, let alone with the promise of lesbian sex in the air. I could almost hear her heart thumping.

As is so often the case, Ginni was completely in charge of this situation. I mean, sometimes she likes me to play the domme, but usually I'm content to follow her lead. I'm quite happy being her plaything.

'First thing you need to experience, is the lesbian kiss,' she was saying. 'Stand up.' Dianne did as she was told. 'Kiss me.'

She was a little hesitant at first, but as soon as their lips touched, Ginni took over, and I know how that feels. Her lips are heaven-made; full, soft, and oh-so hungry. When we kiss, my mouth is subsumed by hers, and I could see that was happening to Dianne too. My mouth was jealous.

As they were kissing, Ginni was undressing her. Unbuttoning her blouse, and reaching around to unfasten her skirt, and I came behind her to help. I pulled off her blouse as she shrugged it off her shoulders and I knelt and pulled her skirt over her hips. She was wearing panty hose and I pulled them down, along with her knicks, bringing me face face with her bum, and what a lovely bum. I couldn't resist kissing one of her peachy cheeks.

Ginni had broken the kiss now, and was busy unfastening Dianne's bra, releasing those perky breasts.

'Oh, my God, I never thought it would be so nice to be undressed by two women. It feels so... erotic.'

I ran my hand up between her legs until it pressed up against her soft pussy lips, and I felt her moisture on my knuckles. This was really turning her on, as we knew it would. I just knew making her come was going to be easy.

They were kissing again, this time instigated by Dianne. She wanted more, and I didn't blame her. Those lips are addictive. I wanted my turn.

Ginni manoeuvred her away from me (aww) and laid her back onto the chaise longue, while I remained sat on my heels, sucking my knuckles.

It was quite obvious by now that Dianne was enjoying every minute of this. There wasn't the slightest hint of resistance or reluctance. I sensed that, once she'd decided to go with it, she had embraced it.

I also thought that perhaps her sex life had become so disappointing that she WANTED it to be good. Maybe a part of her hoped it would be a revelation. Well, we aimed to make it one.

I moved around to the head of the chaise and leaned over her, while Ginni started kissing all over her stomach and abdomen, gradually working up to the main event. Dianne gave a little sigh.

I squeezed her boobs together and they looked fantastic. 'Mmm gorgeous breasts, Dianne...' I breathed as I leaned down to suck on her crinkly, scrunched up nipples

My own super-hard nipples were close to her face, and it wasn't long before she turned her head to take one of them between her lips. Now, you're getting there Dianne. A perfect boob 69.

I sucked her nipples in turn, and I watched as Ginni moved down to her pussy, which had just the finest fuzz of dark golden hair. Dianne's legs opened wider and I swear she let out a faint 'fuck' as Ginni's tongue slipped into her pink groove.

I was fascinated to watch her tonguing Dianne's pussy. To see her using all those same techniques that she uses to drive me crazy; the swirling tongue, the sweep from side to side, and the deft rasp and flick against the clit. Oh my fuck, that rasp and flick...

In between avidly sucking my nipple, she was now letting out some very authentic moans of pleasure, and her body began to move and squirm more as her orgasm began to rise in her.

I used all my most avid techniques on her nipples, swapping from one to the other and back again, and Ginni built up her speed, going through a repertoire of oral caresses, swirling, sweeping, rasp and flick, rasp and flick. Then, she introduced a finger and just pressed on the top of her clit hood while flicking from below, and that was it...

Dianne let out a long, plaintive cry that would have sounded like pain if we hadn't known it was pleasure... 'Aaaghhhhhhh...' it went on until her breath was exhausted, then she drew a big lungful of air and just gasped, 'Fuuuckk.'

I gave her an upside-down kiss and there were tears in her eyes. I think Ginni had won her wager.

As we calmed, Dianne looked down at her boobs and squeezed them together with her arms. 'Are they really gorgeous?' We nodded. 'I know men say they are, but I thought, men would say that, wouldn't they?'

'No, they really are,' I said. I could suck them for hours.' We all burst out laughing.

'You were right Ginni, she said. That was fantastic.'

'You haven't even experienced the best bit yet, but you're about to.'

'What's the best bit?'

'Eating pussy.'

***

Francesca

Our photographer, Francesca, is by any measure a free spirit. Besides working for us, she also does fashion photography, landscape photography, and even porn. She refuses to be pigeon-holed or typecast and I say good for her.

She's 39, but absolutely brimming with vim and vigour. She still has the joie de vivre and energy of a teenager.

Sometimes, she takes off into the outback for weeks at a time in her 4-wheel-drive Toyota camper, and returns with atmospheric photos that are just stunning. They are so good that they have featured in Time magazine and National Geographic magazine a number of times. She's one of the most respected landscape photographers in Australia.

She refuses to be restricted to landscape photography though, hence her work in the fashion industry, and also in the world of erotica - or porn. She has no problem with it being referred to as porn; 'Aa, just call it what it is.'

The truth is though, her style has been responsible for making something that some would categorise as base, into an art form. I've seen some of her images and they are stunning, beautiful, and artistic, even when they are extremely explicit.

'I only shoot beautiful porn,' she says,' so no men, and no gross stuff,' (gross stuff unspecified).

Some might expect a woman like this to have a kind of bohemian image, or maybe rebellious or unconventional. Well, she refuses to conform to that stereotype either. True, she's often to be seen in baggy cargo pants, a tee shirt and a headscarf, and I'm sure that on her outback jaunts she's dressed appropriately, but she also embraces glamour sometimes, and when she's in that mode, she's almost unrecognisable.

When we invite her to do a shoot, she always comes in glam mode - makeup, hair done, lingerie etc - because sex is almost inevitable, and she says 'sex in lingerie is SO much more exciting.'

She describes herself as an 'aesthete.' She has a deep appreciation of the female body, and of course she's always been a lesbian. When Ginni first introduced her to me, she made no secret of the fact that they used to be lovers, and Francesca made a joke (without a hint of bitterness) about being traded in for a newer model.

So why, when she's so sought after on various arenas as a photographer, does she continue to work for us -- a very small operation by comparison?

Well, as mentioned, she's a massive lingerie aficionado for a start, and she has history with Ginni, and 'because you're two of my favourite people in the world.' Lucky us.

We always have three or four giant posters up in the shop, to emphasise the erotic atmosphere Ginni likes to promote, and we change them every couple of months. They are always modelled by Ginni and me; we cater for all sizes, and there is a healthy market for lingerie for the more petite figure, as well as the more curvy.

Our posters are never full body shots -- we leave that to the brands -- but just show alluring parts of the body in sexy lingerie. Francesca has a knack for getting angles and lighting just right, to emphasise the beauty of the female form, and each poster gets printed with a cheeky slogan, like "Let's all make love in lingerie," "Thighs don't lie," or "Two worlds collide." They always draw approving comments from customers.

Anyway, we arranged a shoot for a Sunday, when the shop is closed, and she arrived mid morning looking pretty bloody amazing. She had her shortish dark hair immaculately styled, dark, sultry makeup, featuring lipstick in a lovely shade of brown she called 'desert taupe,' and matching painted nails. She was wearing a beautifully-fitted mocha coloured dress, split to the thigh, stockings with a sheen to them, and shoes with a medium heel.

We helped her bring her equipment from the van -- nobody would expect this glamorous woman to get out of the driving seat of that rugged-looking vehicle -- and took it all through to the fitting room.

She started setting up lights etc, while Ginni and I started putting on our first lingerie sets. Hers, a very classy dark maroon bra and pants with matching suspender belt and almost black, fully fashioned stockings, and mine, a pair of black hold-up stockings with an extremely skimpy bra and pants.

I always find these sessions mega-exciting. There's something about dressing up to be photographed, adopting the poses Francesca dictated, and holding them while she moves around me snapping shots that I just know will be super-sexy.

I also love watching her doing the same to Ginni as she adopts the most provocative positions, and there's something very sexy about the way Francesca moves when she's taking the photos too; twisting this way and that, and holding the camera in just the right position to capture the sexiest details. We know by now that we'll end up with a set of jaw-dropping posters.

By the time we'd gone through three sets of undies, and Francesca had taken about 200 images, I think we were all feeling pretty horny. I know I was. I felt like I'd been caressed by the camera lens; my nipples were rock-hard, and I had three pairs of very moist knickers that would have to join my personal collection, which was already threatening to overflow my huge knickers drawer. Ah well, as any woman knows, you can never have too many pairs of knicks.

Francesca, without any further ceremony, put the camera down, and whipped her dress off, revealing her white undies, which had a gorgeous swirly pattern in the lace. Something I hadn't seen before. Clearly, she hadn't bought them from us. Tut tut.

She may not have been taking photos anymore, but she continued with her instructions as if she were: 'Lu, come here darling. Take your knickers off. Leave your bra on, I like how your nipples look in it.' I glanced down. They were making eye-popping bumps in the fabric, like they were trying to push through.

'Now, get on your knees and eat me. God I'm so bloody horny.'

I didn't need telling a second time and I sat on my heels on the floor as she stepped forward astride me. 'That's it, kiss my panties first.' I puckered up and kissed the fabric where it covered her slit, and, as expected, it was soaked through with her generous lube. I licked my lips and savoured it.

'Here, Ginni, suck my tits.' She unhooked her bra and released her modest but perfectly shaped boobs, and Ginni came and stood facing her, and straddling me, as she bent to suck those beautiful little nipples.

Francesca pulled her gusset aside so I could get my tongue into her slick groove, and I ate her with real gusto. She was deliciously hot and creamy, drooling out thick viscous gobs of syrupy arousal, and I was gorging on every stringy drop of it.

I bent my head further back so I could see Ginni's pussy as I ate Francesca's. Her panties were pulled up tight into her slit, her pubes and chubby lips protruding each side, and it just looked mouth-watering. I wanted to eat both of them at the same time.

'Oh God that's so good. Yeah, like that Lu, stab your tongue into me. Ah, fuck, yeah.'

Francesca is so vocal. So bossy. She tells us what she wants and we do exactly as we are told. I love it.

She came in a rush, drubbing my face with jerky thrusts until her juice was dripping off my earrings, then she stepped back and sat down heavily on a chaise, gasping 'Oh, jeez I needed that. Fucking hell.'

I stayed where i was and just leant back further, supporting myself on my arms so that my head was between Ginni's legs, and she spread them wider apart and put her hands on my shoulders as she began to slowly fuck my face...

The first few thrusts were with her gusset still between her lips, and the contrast between the harshness of the nylon lace and her soft, slippery wet flesh was just sublimely erotic. I'm sure she did it deliberately, knowing how it would feel, but her sexual imperative soon took over and she yanked the gusset aside so that she could go lips to lips with me.

She thrust forward, almost going up on tiptoes, paused, then slid back to repeat, basting my face with her oily lube and combining it with the slick coating of Francesca that was already there. A double creamy girl facial? Oh God, yes please!

'Jeezus, that looks so hot from here,' said Francesca. The dimples in your arse cheeks are to die for, darling.'

That only made Ginni fuck me harder, and harder, and harder. I was in heaven. I love it when she fucks my face, and the harder and wetter it is, the better. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out flat so she could grind on it, and she grunted and groaned as she built up to crescendo of short, rapid, jerky little thrusts. 'uh, uh, uh, uh...' and her taste suddenly changed as her orgasm juice spilled into my throat. Bloody lovely.

Francesca had frigged herself to another orgasm as she watched, and now she was lying back on the chaise, idly licking her fingers. Ginni wobbled sideways and flopped on the other chaise, and I flopped onto the floor on my back, panting and licking my lips, savouring the cocktail of cunt juice I was lathered in.

I was in a ambrosial daze for a minute, then I heard Francesca saying to Ginni, 'She really is quite something, isn't she? I opened my eyes to see them both looking at me and smiling indulgently.

'Time for your pleasure now, darling,' said Ginni (as if eating both their pussies was not a pleasure) 'Do you want us to double lick you, or do you want to queen us?'

Oo what a choice. I waved my hand vaguely. 'The queening.'

'That's what I hoped you'd say,' said Francesca, shuffling down to lie on back on the chaise. 'Bring me that cute little pussy. Right here.' She pointed to her mouth, and I got up and straddled her. Not easy. I'm only 160cm tall (5'3") and my legs could barely spread wide enough to bestride the chaise. Still, that meant I was as open as I could be. My little petals parted of their own accord, and Francesca began eating me eagerly.

Ginni loves to watch me getting eaten and she came close so she could see every little detail, even leaning in and tonguing my clit occasionally. Oh, god, so hot.

My position meant I couldn't move much, but I didn't need to. Francesca had her arms crossed behind her head, and she used them to pull her head up, over and over, tongue fucking me. It was irresistibly horny, and with Ginni's tongue also getting a piece of the action occasionally I was soon soaring into the orgasmos (like the cosmos but more orgasmic)...

When I'm REALLY turned on, like now, and when I've been denied for a little while, like now, and when I'm standing rather than lying down, like now, I can produce an impressive little squirt when I come. I don't think Francesca was expecting it, and she gagged and coughed a little as it spurted into her mouth. She didn't turn her head or stop her tonguing though, she just grabbed me by the hips and pulled me down hard onto her mouth as wave after wave of sheer bliss rippled through me, head thrown back and eyes closed in ecstasy. God I love sex.

I needed to recover, and I moved to lie on the sofa and watched Ginni and Francesca kissing and fingering each other until my arousal began to rise again. 'Hey, you two, you're not the only ones here you know.' I said, pointedly. 'I think someone still owes me some attention.'

Ginni chuckled and Francesca said 'Yeh, lay back against the sofa Ginni, and let Lu queen you so I can watch... my favourite view.'

Ginni did as she was told and she sat on the floor then lay back with her head on the sofa cushion, so that I could straddle her. She looked up at me with a smile, and guided me down with her hands on my bum cheeks until my pussy lips kissed her mouth, then she began the most sublime cunnilingus.

I've been eaten by a lot of women, but there's no-one to compare to Ginni. She's THE BEST.

'Oh that's so bloody hot,' said Francesca. 'Mind if I take a pic on my phone? It won't go anywhere, it's just for my own pleasure. It'll be useful one night when I'm in the outback...'

I came again, quite quickly, and that was me done. I was completely satisfied. With everything. We all were.

We tidied up, packed away cameras and stuff, and made the place look as it did before we started. You'd never have suspected the torrid sex that had just happened. Or any of the torrid sex that happens in that room.

We took Francesca out to lunch then kissed her goodbye and headed home. Three weeks later our posters arrived and, as always, our jaws dropped. 'Is that really us?'

***

Polly-Anne

It's true to say, we were surprised by the way things went with Dianne. We hadn't really set out to "turn" her, so it was an unexpected pleasure. The way it happened with Polly-Anne was completely different though.

Polly-Anne is our accountant. She's Sydney-based, but looks after the financial affairs of the whole business, nationwide. She's worth her weight in gold, and must have saved us a fortune over the years, by minimising our tax burden, avoiding unnecessary costs and fees etc.

After a number of years of working with her, we had become good friends and we often enjoyed a bit of suggestive banter over our business, and what we got up to with customers from time to time.

As far as we were aware, she was straight. Although she'd been single for a while, she had previously mentioned boyfriends, so we didn't really talk about sex or relationships, apart from our little bits of risqué repartee.

So, what happened recently came as a bit of a surprise. A shock even.

We usually did most of our business with her remotely, online or on the phone. If any face to face was required, I would visit her office. And it would always be me. Ginni had long since realised that my head for business was even better than hers, or maybe I just have a higher resistance to tedium.

She had been buying lingerie from us for a while though, so she was a fairly regular visitor to the shop.

Anyway, I was summoned to her office one morning, to sign some things, and I walked there, since it was only a few streets away. It was only a 5 minute walk, and I was dressed coolly, in a short skirt, vest and runners, but it was a bloody hot day and I was glad the office building was air-conditioned.

I took the lift to her third floor office, and knocked at the door. 'Come in.' She stood to greet me, 'Lu, hello darling,' and we did a cheek kiss. 'Have a seat.'

Polly-Anne is a striking woman. I'd say she's mid, or maybe late 40s, but ageing very well indeed. She's fairly tall, or seems it to me, and shapely, and her face is finely sculpted. To my eye, she looks very European, maybe even Russian, and she had her dark hair -- with just a few hints of grey - scraped back into a high ponytail, which only emphasised her striking bone structure. She's always immaculately dressed, and this particular day, she was wearing a beautifully tailored skirt suit, in a vivid shade of teal, which really made her blue eyes pop, and I noticed her nails were painted to match. She was every inch the successful, mature professional woman.

There was I, dressed like a little girl by comparison, and moist with sweat. I felt like a grubby street urchin next to her, but she was, as always, warm and friendly. I apologised for my dishevelled look but she said, 'Nonsense, you look great. You have a sexy glow about you, Lu.' Oo, I didn't expect that.

She got me a glass of water, and we dealt with the business at hand, then she said, 'How's Ginni? Still as hot as ever, I expect.' That was the second unexpectedly sexual comment, and I realised that sex was obviously on her mind.

'Well yes, of course, but I would say that, wouldn't I?

She looked at me with a smirk. 'You're very lucky, you two, you know? Both beautiful, both very obviously in love, and running a successful lingerie business. You're living the dream...'

I knew she was right. She didn't need to tell me. 'I know. I remind myself daily.'

'Remember those pale grey stockings with the wide lacy welts I bought last time I was in the shop? You said they were super-hot on me.' I nodded, I remembered them well. 'I have them on now. D'you want another look?' I swallowed hard. This was not something I was expecting at all.

Without waiting for an answer, she got up and walked round the desk, heels clicking on the polished floor. She came very close to me and perched on the edge, then she pulled up her skirt provocatively, revealing those lovely grey stockings. The way the desk edge squished the flesh of her quite full thighs, making them bulge and stretch the lacy grey welts of the stockings was breath-taking, but she didn't stop there. She continued until her grey-blue knickers and suspenders were also exposed.

'I think they go really well with these undies. What do you think Lu?'

I sat transfixed. I'm sure my mouth was hanging open. Finally, I found my voice. 'Gorgeous. Just like I said before....' I looked up at her. 'You know it's cruel to tease a lesbian like this, don't you?'

She let the hem of her skirt back down and returned to her chair, saying ''Who says I'm teasing?'

That image was burned into my brain. I'd be seeing it for days in my imagination. I was still seeing it...

I shook myself out of a trance. 'Polly-Anne, that was bad. Nice, and bloody hot, but bad. I'm going to tell Ginni what you did to me.'

She chuckled and looked out of the window while swinging her chair back and forth. 'I hope you do. Make sure you give her a proper description though.' Her legs were crossed now, and I found myself craning my neck for another glimpse...

Come on Lu, get a grip, I told myself, and I shook myself free of her magnetic chi and stood up. 'Well this has been properly eye-opening... eye-popping actually. Thank you.'

'A pleasure, darling,' she said with a lewd look.

'I'd better get back...'

'OK, darl, love to Ginni. See you in the shop sometime.'

I left, almost in a daze, and walked briskly back to the shop, keeping to the shady side of the streets where possible. I was already flushed enough.

There were no customers in the shop, thankfully, and I burst in, jangling the bell, and breathlessly told Ginni what had transpired with Polly-Anne. She didn't seem as surprised as I expected. 'Hmm, I've had my suspicions about her for a while. She's said some very suggestive things to me... I bet we see her again pretty soon.

'Oh Christ, I'm so horny now Ginni, show me your stockings.' I went behind the counter and knelt on the floor. I knew she had stockings on, because I'd watched her put them on that morning and, well, she almost ALWAYS wears stockings.

She lifted her skirt with an indulgent smile, and I reminded myself which stockings they were. Mm, black, very sheer, with narrow welts and shadow welts. With her black suspenders they made a fantastic contrast with her white knickers but, of course, it was her thighs that really made the difference. "Thighs don't lie." 'Oh, fuck, Ginni, they're gorge.' I could hardly keep my fingers out of my pussy.

I looked at the clock. Almost 12:20. I couldn't even wait 10 minutes. 'Oh jeez Ginni, close the shop for lunch. I want you.'

We closed, and went into the fitting room for a fuck that was one of the most intense ever. I had the horn for her really bad, and my hands and lips were all over her. Feverish and fervid; kissing, sucking, fingering, licking, scraping my teeth over her nipples, and suckling on her clit until the raging imperative was satisfied.

It was so wild, it took a while to put ourselves straight afterwards. Ginni had to completely redo her hair and makeup before we could reopen, but boy was it worth it.

Ginni was right when she said we'd see Polly-Anne 'pretty soon.' It took just two days, then there she was, fortuitously late in the day, and not far from closing time. Deliberate? I wonder.

She walked in, looking at our new posters and saying, 'Wooow, look at these... they're so bloody hot. I'd know those legs anywhere.'

Ginni grinned. 'Well, hello you. You're full of surprises, aren't you?'

Polly-Anne grinned back. 'What's your little honey bun been saying about me'

'I think you know exactly what she's been telling me... that you're a shameless flasher.'

'Ha!' she laughed, not the least bit put out. 'Well they say if you have it, flaunt it, and I'm taking that to heart these days.'

She certainly was. She was dressed very sexily in a shortish denim skirt, with bare legs and shoes with a wedge heel, and a stretchy red top that really put her girls on display. Some would say it was too young for a woman of her age, but she wore it better than most 20-year-olds, so I say, why not?

'What can we do for you,' said Ginni, not entirely innocently, and Polly-Anne gave her an old-fashioned look. She bought three pairs of those same stockings, one pair in black, one in blue, and a natural coloured pair, but it was pretty clear that wasn't her main objective.

We chatted, and Ginni probed her on her sex life and why she'd felt like flashing me so provocatively, knowing full well I was gay and attached. 'I was feeling mischievous, and I didn't think Lu would mind...'

'I didn't,' I grinned.

'Jeez, it made me so horny, Lu. You wouldn't believe it. The feeling of showing myself off like that -- so brazen. The look on your pretty face... and your nipples... Oh my God... After you'd gone, I locked the office door and got myself off, straightaway. It was powerful.'

'You weren't the only one who had the horn,' said Ginni, 'she came back here with Devil horns on, insisted I flash my stockings, then fucked me like a wild thing.'

'Woow,' said Polly-Anne, 'I did that to you?' She looked at me with wonderment. I may have blushed.

'This is all really lez, you do realise that, don't you?' said Ginni, giving her a penetrating look.

'Oh hell yeh, I've made friends with Sappho. Some time ago now. I'm done with the one-shot wonders.'

'Really??' we exclaimed in unison.

'Yeh, sure '

'And have you...?

'No not yet, its been all fantasy; jilling off to lesbian porn, and flashing young Malay women.'

'You mean I'm not the only one?'

'No, I'm joking. Of course you're the only one. I don't make a habit of it darling. But I'm ready now. Ready for the real thing. I'm at that time of life, girls. I want a new lease...'

She knew we were given to having a bit of fun with customers, we'd joked about it lots of times. She'd obviously been thinking about it -- dreaming maybe - and now I guess she was hoping we'd make those dreams real.

'And now you want us to help you, er, flesh out those lezzy fantasies,... hm?

Ginni looked at me, and I smirked. We looked at Polly-Anne and she gave a little nod. We all looked at the clock. Bastard... it was only 5.25. Still, it gave us a chance to talk more about her awakening, and build up the anticipation a little.

'What do you like the most about being a lesbian?' she asked.

'Well, the empathy and the intimacy,' said Ginni. 'I don't think you can get that in quite the same way with a man.'

'But what about sexually?'

'The same things, but specifically, oral sex. Nothing beats lesbian oral.' She smiled at me. 'Mind you, I did have a girlfriend once who, weirdly, didn't appreciate having her pussy eaten on a regular basis. She wanted to use a strap-on all the time, but that's too straight for me. Not Sapphic enough.'

'Yeh, it's the oral that fascinates me most, but not JUST that,' said Polly-Anne.

'So tell us your fantasies then,' I probed. 'What's in your head when you're jilling?'

I don't know about Ginni, but I was ticking them off in my head as they rolled off her tongue; 'messy, girly tongue-kissing with lipstick' -- tick -- 'fingering a wet pussy' -- tick -- 'sucking hard nipples -- definitely a tick -- 'a girl-girl 69' -- tick -- 'tasting another pussy for the first time' -- tick -- 'clit sucking' -- tick -- 'doing a tongue-fuck' -- tick -- 'queening and being queened' tick tick... We could do all these, and now she'd talked about them, we HAD to do them.

The clock ticked up to six, and we closed and headed, a little giddy, into the fitting room. The fizz of anticipation was electric and I'm sure we all had very moist knickers, before we even did anything. The power of imagination had seen to that.

I was wearing a black satin sleeveless dress, with hold-up stockings under it, and I had seen Polly-Anne eyeing me up in the shop, undressing me with her eyes. Well now she could do it for real.

'Unzip me,' I said, turning my back to her, and she came up behind me and undid the zip so the dress could fall to the floor. My undies were black and sheer - quite see-through actually -- and my nipples, as usual, were almost boring holes through the bra.

I turned to face her and she looked at me with an expression of pure lust. I liked it.

Ginni was taking off her blouse and skirt, and just watching us. She knew that Polly-Anne definitely had a thing about me, and she was letting her explore it, letting her live the fantasy.

I decided to get assertive, and I took her by the back of her neck and pulled her down to me for a kiss. I deliberately made it messy, cos she said she wanted messy, and yes, I was wearing lipstick -- plum flavoured, in a lurid shade of purple.

I swirled my tongue around the inside and outside of her mouth, fencing with hers, and sweeping it over her lips until her lipstick and mine made a fine cocktail of waxy, fruit-flavoured saliva. I noticed Ginni licking her own lips as she watched us, and I had Polly-Anne in some kind of rapture.

When I finally broke the kiss, she gasped 'Oh my God, so hot... I've never kissed a woman like that. So hot..'

I pushed my knicks down to expose my pussy and I parted my legs slightly, saying 'Finger me.'

We resumed the kiss, and she slipped her fingers between my lips, feeling the slick moisture of my tight little hole. I pushed my hips forward to encourage her and she murmured something into my mouth. I don't know what she said, but she was obviously enjoying herself.

This was her first time with her fingers in another woman's pussy, but she certainly knew what to do. She obviously knew how to jill, so she soon found my sweet spots and started taking me on a ride with just one destination. I got wetter and wetter as her fingers coaxed me onward, and I broke the kiss to whisper 'Suck your fingers.'

'Oo, you're naughty.' She brought her hand up and we shared my taste, licking and sucking my juice from her fingers, then we kissed again, deliciously.

I looked at Ginni, as if to ask if she wanted to join us, but she just reclined on a chaise, playing with herself and saying 'You two carry on, I'm enjoying the show.'

I got rid of my knickers and said 'Take my bra off.' And she reached around me to unhook it. I shrugged the straps off my shoulders and let it fall, then put my hand on her head. Our eyes met and I nodded. It was nipple sucking time.

I gently pressed her down until she was kneeling at my feet and gazing up at me, and I gave her (and Ginni) a little show, pushing my boobs up with my hands and flicking my thumbs over my nipples.

My breasts are small. They're nothing like Ginni's, but they are nicely shaped, and quite firm, and my nipples are their crowning glory. They are quite startling when they are erect (and fairly prominent even when they are not) and they do sometimes attract unwanted attention in the street. I've long-since stopped being embarrassed by them, though, and flaunt them happily.

Polly-Anne was mesmerised by them, and I just knew that when she'd mentioned sucking hard nips as a fantasy, it was mine she was thinking of.

Still cupping my left boob in my hand, I leaned towards her and fed her the nipple, and a little moan escaped her lips as she sucked it eagerly. Her tongue swirled round and round it, and flicked back and forth beautifully. It was like she'd done this before. Maybe she had -- to her own nipples.

'Teeth,' I whispered. 'Use your teeth,' and she made me shiver with delight as she nibbled with an exquisite gentleness. Just right... she was bloody good at this!

Ginni's fingers were deep in her pussy now, fucking herself as she watched. She loved sucking my nipples, and she was obviously enjoying it vicariously as Polly-Anne sent me spiralling...

I can almost come just from stimulating my nipples, so I was soon on the edge, and I said 'Finger me again...'

She squeezed two fingers into my tight little tunnel, and (OMG) brought her thumb to bear on my clit, and with just one brief caress, I came with a shudder, staggering backwards and sitting down with a thump on the second chaise, where I lay, jerking in my throes.

'Woow,' said Polly-Anne, 'I made you come... Awesome.'

It certainly was, and breathy 'ohh, ohh, ohh' sounds from Ginni told me I wasn't the only one coming.

Polly-Anne got to her feet and started undressing, kicking off her shoes, dropping her skirt, and whipping off her stretchy red top. Her undies were lovely; pink and lacy (bought from us, of course) and they looked great on her curvy figure. The bra was particularly flattering to her amazing cleavage.

I didn't get much chance to admire them though, as they hit the deck pretty quickly too. 'Oh, jeez this is so cool...' she said excitedly.

'I think you mean hot,' I said.

'Yeah... bloody hot, and cool at the same time...' She stroked her fingers between her pussy lips. 'Oh God, I don't think I've ever been so wet.

'You ain't seen nothin' yet,' said Ginni. Luie's a proper squirter if you get her excited enough, and I think she might just get there...'

I chuckled. Yes, I was already well on my way.

Ginni got up and walked past Polly-Anne, looking deliberately seductive and trailing her fingers across her boobs. 'Did you mention queening?'

She pulled a cushion off the sofa and lay down on the rug with her head on it, then said 'Come here and fuck me.' Just hearing her say those words made my pussy go zing, but she was talking to Polly-Anne, who hadn't yet had her first lesbian orgasm.

As I've said before, Ginni's cunnilingus is to die for. It's completely addictive, and I couldn't think of a better way break your lesbian famine. I had to see...

Polly-Anne straddled her on the floor and moved forward, bringing her hairy pussy to Ginni's hungry mouth, and I lay with my head close, to watch. It was so bloody hot. Like watching porn but waaay better.

Polly-Anne was very wet, and stringy, drooly strands of girl cream adorned Ginni's tongue as she rolled it round and round and lapped at her long, fleshy lips. I was soon jilling myself to orgasm as Polly-Anne rose inexorably to hers.

We made love for more than three hours, just immersed in the incomparable world of mutual lesbian pleasure and hedonism. We fulfilled all of Polly-Anne's fantasies and then some. She certainly wasn't going back after crossing THIS watershed.

I think my favourite part was when we had her lying on the sofa and Ginni and I did a double cunnilingus on her. Cheek to cheek, sharing that sopping wet hairy cunt, gorging on hot, tasty flesh, tonguing her slippery flaps and occasionally kissing, so, so salaciously. Bloody delicious.

By the time we subsided into a satiated languor, we'd lost count of our orgasms, and we were delectably tender.

We realised it was getting late and we were ravenously hungry, so we roused ourselves and set about cleaning up and dressing.

It was almost 10pm when we issued out into the shopping mall. We gave Polly-Anne a hug and kiss goodnight; 'Thank you darlings, you've changed my life tonight,' locked up our little shop, and headed home.

As I walked, securely arm in arm with Ginni, I had to reflect: It's not a bad life being a lascivious lesbian lingerie luminary.

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