The girls were sitting on the sofa next to each other. Lucy was in her boob tube, no bra and her short mini skirt. Heather was in jogging bottoms and her V top. Again she was wearing no bra, her perfect 34DD breasts hugging into her top, nipples prominent.
The door bell rang and Heather jumped up her braless breasts barely moving under her top, just proving how firm she was.
Heather said, “I’ll get it" and walked off to the door.
Coming back with the food she placed it on the table. We helped ourselves to the food.
Lucy complained she was cold. So I lit the log fire to warm the room up.
I had Sweet and Sour Pork which turned out to be a bad choice. I spilled a big dollop of the sauce down my blouse. Lucy giggled. Heather just smiled, got off the sofa, and knelt down in front of me. She started to lick the sauce off my blouse, where it landed on my right breast.
Heather concentrated on the area of sauce around my nipple. It was standing erect, pushing against the thin material of my blouse. I forgot all about the food. I cradled her head in my hand caressing the back of her neck as she gently sucked my nipple through the blouse.
Moaning, my hand reached down cupping her breast. My thumb rubbed over her nipple feeling it stiffen. I was spreading my legs for her, as I felt the tips of her finger stroking my inner thigh slowly, very slowly. She was inching her way to my now very moist cunt.
Reaching up, I spread Lucy’s lips with my fingers probing her sweet tight pussy. With the tip of my tongue sweeping its length I licked her slit up to her clit poking it. I was lapping it as I eased my index finger into her cunt.
Heather teased my asshole with her finger before thrusting it deep into me. It made me moan into Lucy’s cunt. My finger thrust back and forth as I sucked her clit hard. That pushed her over the edge making her orgasm into my mouth. My ass gripped Heather’s finger as my own orgasm raced through me. I flooded her mouth as I squirted onto her tongue.
Lucy climbed off my face and kissed me hard. Lucy’s tongue entwined with mine as my own orgasm subsided.
Heather looked at us both, stripped off her clothes and lay on the big white fluffy rug in front of the fire. Jane and Lucy looked at each other, got up and walked over to Heather.
Reaching into the drawer Jane pulled out her 9" white strap-on. She slipped the belt around her waist positioning it so the balls of the strap-on pressed tight against her clit.