Lisa at Peters House

Peters House

I had myself prepared and ready for john to pick me up
with 5 mins to spare. I chose a slightly shorter black
lycra skirt., 4 inches above the knee, but respectable
enough for the neighbours. .My quarter cup bra was
lifting my boobs enough for my nipples to push through
my black net top, so I had to put a jacket on for the
short walk to the car.

I was just beginning to feel the effects of the cider
I had been drinking. My pussy was nice and moist, just
wet enough to lube my butt plug as I slipped it in and
out of me.

I pushed it up my arse just as john’s car pulled up
outside.

I wiped my hand over my cunt and arse to make sure
nothing was leaking too much, checked myself in the
mirror and went out to the car.

John was full of very flattering and very rude
comments as we drove to peters. I had to tell him to
keep his eyes on the road as I took my jacket off and
rolled over the waistband of my skirt. It was now at a
decent length, about an inch below my labia.

We saw john’s (another one) car carrying clare, pull
into peters driveway just ahead of us.

I went straight over to her when we got out, threw my
arms around her, “glad you got the clothes babe”.
She was wearing exactly the same as me but in white.
We kissed and felt under each others skirts, we were
both naked shaved and getting wetter. I felt her arse
and poked at her empty hole with my finger. She felt
my ass and bit my bottom lip as she tapped on the butt
plug.

The two johns came round on either side of us, gave
our butts a playful spank and ushered us into the
house. Peter was waiting in the kitchen with glasses
of champagne, he gave us a glass each, then parted my
(and clares) cunt lips with his cold fingers. He told
us to go through to the living room, but Clare and I
needed to check out the bathroom first.

We took our skirts off in the bathroom. Peter has a
hose connected to the bath taps, Clare leant over the
bath and turned the taps on, getting the water nice and
warm, I was sitting on the toilet, removing my butt
plug. I got up and put it in the sink to wash it.
Clare was tempting me bent over the bath with her
asshole and her moist, slightly parted cunt lips
exposed in front of me. I bent down and kissed them
both. She turned around and sat on the edge of the
bath, feeding the hose into her dirt hole, I knelt in
front of her, sucking at her wet slit, getting really
turned on by the sound of the water gushing from her
ass. I reached around to feel her hole, the pipe was
in there, the warm water trickling out

I pulled the pipe out and let the water gush over my
hand before putting my finger into her tight wet hole.
I looked up at her, ”are you ready” she whispered
yessssssss.