Hilda Rix Nicholas, In the Summer House

After an hour of swimming in the Hockney pool, Emma wandered over to a shaded area where two women were seated.

“Oh, honey, you’re soaking wet,” one of them said.

“Inside and out,” Emma replied.

The two women looked at once another, then the one who hadn’t spoken said, “Come here, darling, let me see.”

Emma stepped near. The woman caught and held Emma’s eye as her fingers went knowingly between Emma’s legs. Two fingers entered Emma’s cunt. The thumb caressed Emma’s clit with a gently but insistent up and down motion.

“She certainly is wet,” the woman said to her companion, her eyes never leaving Emma’s.

After two or three minutes of careful stroking, the woman said, “Yes, I think she’s going to come now.”

The woman was correct in her assessment. With a quiet gasp and a strong shudder, Emma came. The woman kept two fingers inside Emma’s cunt throughout the lengthy orgasm. When Emma’s aftershocks abated, she removed her fingers and tasted them.

“You have a lovely flavor,” she told Emma. She turned to her companion. “Would you like to try a taste?” she asked.

“I surely would,” the companion said.

The first woman reinserted her fingers into Emma’s sex. “Oh Gosh, she’s coming again,” the woman announced. It was true. This orgasm shook Emma profoundly. “Such strong contractions her cunt has,” the woman told her friend. “Hurry, come see.”

The other woman drew close, and a moment later one of her fingers joined her friend’s inside Emma’s sex.