Chapter 3: Exhibitionist

As I packed my bag in my hotel room, Claire phoned. “Where have you been? I lost you last night. I was sitting in the corner by the window but loads of people were in the way so could not see a tiny thing like you.”

“I am sorry. I met someone”

“What? In a lesbian bar? You?”

“Yes”

“And?”

“She took me back to her place – I have just got back to my hotel.”

“You stayed all night?”

“Yes”

“I presume you slept with her?”

“Yes.”

“And presumably you had sex?”

I laughed and said “Yes. Lots.”

“I am amazed - you have always been so straight – well done girl!”

“I know but she gave me more love and affection and mind-blowing sex in one night than I have had in all my adult life.”

I suddenly had a thought – Claire and now Cheryl were the two most important people in my life and I knew I wanted to see Cheryl again – now! “If I can arrange it, would you like to meet Cheryl this evening?”

She immediately said yes but it would have to be early as she had a work thing tonight. She suggested we meet in the same lesbian bar at 5.00 as it would be quiet there then. I called Cheryl and said “Hi darling, its Laura”

“Hi princess, we only just said goodbye – are you missing me already?”

“Yes” I sheepishly breathed into the phone. “Would you like to meet my friend Claire? If she had not taken me to the bar we would not have met. 5.00 this evening in the same bar.”

“Great but I thought you were leaving.”

“I was but I can change my plans, only problem is I cannot afford this hotel when not on expenses.”

“Come stay here!”

“Thank you. I hoped you would say that. I can stay until Sunday evening if you want.”

“Oh wow, do I so want you to stay!”

“I have just finished packing and will then check out but I will call Claire first. I will never find your place on my own. Can you come collect me?”

“Oh yes be there in seconds!”

We met in reception and again she gave me a wonderful passionate kiss in public but now I was not bothered, and when the young receptionist gave us another big smile she mouthed “Good luck – have fun!” Carrying my small overnight bag, Cheryl walked me home to her place. Once inside, she stripped me (very easy as I still only had the dress and heels on) and took me back to the bed I had only left an hour before. Pushing my legs up and apart, she munched on my pussy for ages as I ran my fingers through her short hair, holding her face between my thighs through two wonderful orgasms.

As we lay there recovering Cheryl asked me when was the last time I had had sex with a man. Six years ago, but the last time had not been enjoyable. And when she asked me how many men I had had sex with, I told her just three, two teenage boys and my husband.

“So, you have not had a penis in you for six years. But you masturbate, don’t you?”

I laughed and said “Of course.”

“So, I guess you have a vibrator or dildo? How big?”

“Yes, a small egg one, a Rabbit, and a normal plastic one – not very big, about 6 inches probably. But I prefer my fingers!”

“Ok, stay there a minute and I will change that for you!”

I wondered what she meant as she took something from the bedside drawer and ducked behind the curtain to her bathroom. When she reappeared a few minutes later, I gasped with surprise and burst out laughing as I saw the huge strap-on dildo that bounced in front of her. It was at least ten inches long, with a very thick girth, flesh coloured and with a perfect penis shape, with a mushroom head and bulging veins all down its length

“What on earth is that and what do you intend doing with it?” I chuckled, partly from fear, partly from shock, and most certainly with a lot of lust!

“I am going to fuck you with it.”

“Impossible” I gasped “It’s too big.”

“Not if we go slowly and make sure you are comfortable as I take you” she said with a dirty laugh “and the best bit is it is a double ender and the other end is already in my pussy. So, as I fuck you, I fuck myself at the same time - perfect!”

With that, she climbed back on the bed and pushed me onto my back as she grabbed my ankles, pulled my legs apart and crawled between my wide spread thighs, until the tip of the dildo rested against my wet shiny lips. Slowly and gently, she pushed the giant head between my lips and then slid it up and down my slippery slit. She did that a few times until she returned the now wet head to the entrance to my love tunnel and began the patient invasion of my vaginal channel.

Once the head was fully inside me, she leaned forward so her elbows were either side of my head with her weight resting on my small body. I looked into her smiling eyes and whispered “Kiss me Cheryl – please kiss me now.”

As she leaned in for the kiss, she suddenly thrust her hips forward and the whole ten inches of imitation penis slid smoothly and rapidly into my slippery depths. “Oh my God,” I screamed as I wrapped my arms around her body, and then my legs around her hips, “this is my first proper missionary for ten years. Oh, my love you are wonderful – please just fuck me now!”

And as her hips moved and the giant dildo slid backwards and forwards inside me, she began to fuck me faster and harder, each thrust taking the mushroom head to the very end of my tunnel, as the veined sides rubbed against the walls of my vagina. We kissed and cuddled as she ravaged my swollen pussy for the rest of the afternoon, although she did turn me over later and for the first time since my husband had raped my anus, she used her big dildo to take me anally. Before entering me she also gave me my second experience of analingus in twelve hours, as her tongue explored my puckered rosebud and forced its way into my tight sphincter.

For the first time in my life, I wanted this big tool to invade my vulnerable secret place that had only previously known brutal rape. When I was ready for the big moment, her fingers pushed copious dollops of lube into me, she massaged my anal ring and tunnel, stretching and lubricating me for the dildo to smoothly slide into my waiting bowels.

I moaned with pleasure and cried with joy as this was the first time I had had a penis, or stand-in penis, in me for six years and, for the first time in my life, I really enjoyed the experience of being fucked, in both eager holes. Even more importantly, this was the first time my lover kissed me while we fucked in the missionary position that my ex-husband had so diligently avoided. Two more orgasms followed – so many in less than 24 hours – until 4.00pm when we got up and had a quick wash ready to meet Claire at 5.00pm.

I told her I only had the same dress as last night and these were my last clean panties, to which she said “You will be fine in the dress but just leave the panties off for the night.” So, we went to the bar with my well dildo-fucked wet pussy bare beneath my short silk dress and met Claire who was sitting on a sofa by the window.

“Still in last night’s clothes I see - dirty little stop out! And you look like you have been fucking ever since I lost you last night” she grinned at me. To my huge relief they got on well, but Claire was in Mother Hen mode and told Cheryl “Look after this girl. She has had a bad time with relationships and I do not want her hurt again”

As Cheryl assured Claire that she would never hurt me and would take care of me, she placed her arm round my shoulder and I leaned in to her neck and snuggled up, my hand on her muscular thigh.

Claire had been sitting facing us, so when an hour later the time came for her to go, she told us, “You two are obviously smitten with each other – be good to each other. And enjoy each other. Laura, I have one piece of advice for you? Either sit up straight or close your legs, I have spent the last ten minutes trying not to stare at your very bald and very wet pussy – it may be ok with this big butch dyke loving you but in the next half an hour all the local big butch dykes will be all over you if they can see what I can see!”

We both giggled as she left, then stood up and went to stand by the bar.

“What shall we do now?” Cheryl asked me.

I replied with my best sexy grin “Let’s get a bottle of wine, drink that while I ignore every other dyke in this place, and then go home so you can fuck my brains out again with that great big strap-on of yours – I dread to think how many poor pussies that has destroyed but I need to learn how to take it bravely in case I am becoming a bit lesbian.” And that is exactly what we did for the rest of the night.