DAY 2.

I wake up after a restless night's sleep to find myself alone. Glancing at my watch, it's just past six o'clock; I groan and settle back into bed. It's no good. I'll have to get up. I grab my dressing gown on the way out of the room to go to the bathroom, nearly knocking Amy over as she tiptoes past my door.

"You can't sleep either," I say as we sort ourselves out.

"John's snoring too loudly, and I'm gasping for a coffee. How did you make out last night?" She grins.

"Zero, they were all too drunk. They didn't even notice me leave, and Rob hasn't made it up to bed," I reply. "Wait for me, and we'll face the train wreck downstairs together," I suggest before entering the bathroom.

Bodies are everywhere; three sprawled around the lounge, one draped over the kitchen table. Leaving one missing. Jake. Amy had noticed that Jake and Pete's rooms were empty on her way down. Peering into the garden we see him curled up in a dustbin, which is luckily lying on its side! Amy checks him over.

"He's OK; it was a warm night," she grins.

We pull the bin to the kitchen door, drag him out of it, and into the kitchen. He never stirs.

Chatting as we drink our coffee, killing time until someone stirs. We could be here for a while.

"I hope John's fit to drive. He wasn't fit for much last night," she giggles. "He'd had more to drink than I thought."

"You need to be somewhere?" I ask.

She looks at her phone.

"I need to be at work at eight o'clock, and it's seven now," she says.

"I'd better take you then. Where do you work?"

"Would you? That would be great. I'm a nurse at Leicester General Hospital," Amy gushes.

"Oh, forget that," she says, reading something on her phone. "Sorry, I'm just checking on something."

"Perhaps I had too much to drink, too! I've just read a note I sent myself to remind me that I had swapped shifts with Jenny. I'm not into work until Saturday," she confirms.

"I could still take you to Leicester. We could do some shopping—I could use some new sexy bits—and have lunch, too. I'm not keen on staying here and cleaning up after this lot," I wave my hand around the chaos.

"Nottingham is better for shopping, although it will be window shopping for me; I'm broke," she grins.

Nine-thirty, and we're ready to leave. John has been up for a little while and will look after the others and tidy up the place before we return.

It's nearly two-thirty as we sip our coffees after finishing lunch and our productive shopping spree.

"Are there any sex shops here?" I ask Amy.

"Well, there's Ann Summers," she answers curiously.

"No, they're too sanitised. Somewhere a bit more hardcore."

"I'm not sure. There might be; I've not used a sex shop," Amy replies.

"Let's look," I say as I get my phone out.

After a few minutes, I ask Amy.

"How far is Radford Road?"

"Probably about ten minutes in the car. Why?" she queries.

"Look," I tell her, showing her my phone. "That's the type of place we'll find some proper toys. Come on. I've put it into maps; let's get back to the car and go and have a look."

She's a bit reluctant, but she has to go where I go as I'm driving.

Twenty minutes later, we walk into the rather run-down front door of the sex shop and are pleasantly surprised at how nice it is inside— air-conditioned, too!

It is an older, converted house with three or four showrooms. The first one we enter is clothing and lingerie only. Having spent the entire morning shopping for clothes, we quickly enter the second room. This is more interesting: walls and stands full of bondage and BDSM gear. Harnesses, whips, cuffs, and restraints of all types and sizes. Tables and hoists, sex swings—everything to start your own dungeon. Amy looks more interested than I expected, and we linger here.

"If you girls are interested, we have some of the gear set up in a back room that you can try," a man announces from behind us.

"Gosh, you made me jump. Creeping up like that," I pout.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to creep. The offer is still there if you're interested," the man says.

"Perhaps another time, we're new to this," I explain.

"Really! You look as though you know a thing or two, your friend, perhaps not so much," he cheekily says.

"You could be right," I answer. "Are the toys in the next room?"

"Yes, everything you could ever wish for," he expounds.

Wandering into the next room, he's right. There are toys of all shapes and sizes: plastic ones, powered ones, lifelike ones, oh-my-god ones, dolls, dildos, paddles, whips, eggs and everything else you can think of.

That's what I am looking for: grabbing a package off the display.

"How about this for you, Amy? You can join the guys fucking me then," I say, thrusting the packaged strap-on penis into her hands.

"How much is this?" I ask the guy.

From the other side of the room, an older guy speaks up.

"If she fucks you here and now, it's free," he says lasciviously.

Looking from him to the first guy and then to Amy, I take the package from her, tear it open, remove the strap on cock, and step toward her. Amy has a glazed look in her eyes as I kneel at her feet and tease them through the straps, and slide the strap-on cock up her legs and over her arse; positioning and fitting it to her body over her shorts. She hasn't uttered a word nor put up any resistance.

"Give me some lube," I say to no one in particular.

The older guy hands me a tube, and I lube the cock well. Silicone needs a bit of help!

Stepping back from her, I unzip my skirt and pull it and my knickers off, kicking them to one side. The guys move closer for a better view as I turn my back to Amy and bend forward.

"Come on, fuck me," I order.

Tentatively, she steps forward and pokes her newfound cock at my pussy.

"Hold my hips and push it in; come on, you know you want to," I encourage her.

Once Amy is holding my hips, I push myself backwards, impaling myself on her newfound cock and making Amy and me gasp.

Amy starts fucking me, slowly and awkwardly at first. She hasn't used a cock before, after all!
Soon, she gets the hang of it, and her rhythm and pace improve. Looking over my shoulder, I see the same look that was on Rob's face that time he fucked me in my kitchen. Watching in awe as her 'cock' disappears up my pussy.

Amy won't cum, but I might, as long as she keeps on pumping like she is and doesn't lose her nerve. I doubt she has performed in public before!

"Look at those lips dragging along that thing. Damn, they can do that to my cock anytime," the younger guy laughs.

"Throw a decent rabbit into the deal, and you can," I gasp.

"Both of us for a rabbit," the older guy answers.

"Deal," I nearly scream as Amy's efforts bear fruit, making me shudder with pleasure.

The younger guy pushes Amy away from me and takes her place. His cock enters me with enthusiasm. That feels better; it's warm and alive. You can't beat the real thing.

"Don't cum in her, I don't want messy seconds," the old guy says.

"You'll have to wait a while; she's pretty wet," the young guy replies as he pounds enthusiastically into me.

Minutes later, he covers my arse and back with his warm milky fluid.

"About bloody time," the old guy complains as he steps behind me.

Sliding his cock into me, and I understand why he didn't want me any wetter. His cock is long enough but thin; I can barely feel him touching my walls, so he must be having trouble too. This could take a while unless I assist him; luckily, it's not the first time I've had to help out!

Squeezing my canal tight, good old pelvic floor exercises bring a grunt of satisfaction from behind me. I can't hold them tight for long, but I can pulse them quite well, which is good enough.

"Fuck, she's only squeezing her cunt around my cock," the older guy splutters.

He ups the pace of his thrusting, taking advantage of the added tightness. Finally, he releases his load inside my cunt, and let his wilting cock slide out, allowing a gush of cum from my cunt to splash onto the floor.

"Hey, you'd better try this for size, too," the young guy says as he thrusts a vibrating rabbit into my hands as I straighten up.

That gets a grunt of agreement from the old guy.

Grinning at him, I play with the controls, finding the loudest setting—not necessarily the best, but certainly the loudest—and buzzing away like an annoying mosquito.

Lying on the floor, bending my knees up and splaying them apart to expose my pussy, I push the vibrating and twirling rabbit a few inches inside me. Leaving it there for a few seconds, then pumping it in and out. Not so far that the ears find my clitoris, not yet.

When they do, boy, the intense buzzing makes my hips hump off the floor in surprise, and I quickly take it away. I bring it back gently and let my sensitive nub get used to the sensation. No, that setting is just too much. I fiddle with the controls to bring it down to a gentler rumble. That's much better. Pleasurable and bearable. Adding to the pleasure, I am getting from the cock sliding and vibrating inside my body. Pushing me into another welcome orgasm.

As I slide the rabbit out of me, Amy kneels beside me, takes the rabbit out of my hands, and pushes it back into my sodden hole. She plays with the controls and sets it to the highest buzzing setting. I clamp my legs shut and grab her hand as she forces the ears against my clitoris. The guys suddenly join her, pulling my arms over my head and pushing my legs apart.

My body jerks and squirms; my language is foul as Amy assaults my body with this wicked torture. She is relentless, and the guys encourage her in no uncertain terms to fuck me senseless.

She does. My body suddenly arches upward; my arse and back are entirely off the floor, and I am balancing on my head and heels as the mother of all orgasms wracks through my body. The buzzing stops, and my body slaps back to the floor. The guys let go of me, leaving me twitching and jerking on the floor as residual pleasures run over me.

After a few minutes of recovery, I open my eyes and stare at Amy. She looks tense and nervous.

"You fucking bitch... that was fucking good," I exclaim, and she visibly relaxes.

"I don't know what came over me," she stutters.

"Get me up," I say, raising my arms.

Amy and the young man grab them and pull me to my feet.

"Here, clean yourself up." The old guy hands me a cloth, and I wipe my arse and pussy as best I can and get dressed.

The young guy is removing the plastic prick from Amy; she looks embarrassed as this stranger fiddles between her legs. Once it's off, he puts it in the bag the old guy is holding.

"Here you go, one rabbit and one strap-on, as agreed. Oh, and I've also added some extra lubrication and batteries. They should see you through the weekend," the old guy laughs.

"Got to get there first," I quip back, taking the bag from him and throwing my knickers in it too.

"Come back anytime and try out the back room," the old guy says as we reach the door.

"We might well do that," I reply, lifting my skirt and flashing my arse at him.

Amy is silent for the first few minutes in the car,

"Does this mean we're prostitutes?" she suddenly exclaims.

I laugh. "Prostitutes? Whatever makes you think that?"

"We got paid for sex," she stammers.

"That was bartering, free exchange of goods. They had something we wanted, and we had something they wanted. No money changed hands," I answered. "It was nothing more than a one-night stand. You know how that works: the guy buys you a meal or treats you to a night out. You repay him with sex."

"Oh, I suppose that's right. We didn't go in looking to have sex; it just happened," Amy relaxes a bit.

"And don't forget, you didn't have sex. That was all me. So, if anybody is a prostitute, it would be me, and I don't charge for sex. I give it away," I laugh, making Amy smile as she joins in the laughter.

I didn't mention that she would probably be a porn star by tomorrow; they were filming, after all. There were more CCTV cameras than needed for security alone.

Back at the house, stepping out of the cool car into the still-sweltering heat, we look at each other and say together.

"Pool."

"Which bikini?" Amy asks.

"Guess," I reply.

She grins. "It has to be that one."

We let ourselves into the house. John had lent us his key, and everything was quiet. Amy walked to the kitchen and returned after looking out the window.

"They're all dozing in the garden, including the newbies from next door," she confirms.

Using Rob's room, we dump the contents of our bags on the bed.

"You sort that lot out; I'm going to get in the shower," I tell Amy.

"I wasn't going to say anything, but..." Amy grins.

I stick my tongue out at her.

"Whoa, that doesn't leave much to the imagination," I exclaim as I walk into the bedroom and see Amy in her bikini.

"Yeah, it doesn't, does it?" she agrees.

I'd never seen micro bikinis on sale in a shop before, and when I saw this, it just called to me. It's nothing more than three narrow bits of cloth, barely two inches long and at most an inch wide: two to go around the boobs, joined by a bit of fancy elastic, and another for down below. Which I am sure will soon be gobbled up by our respective pussies.

I'm slipping mine on; it matches Amy's, and I am right about the bits below disappearing.
Slipping on new matching sundresses, we walk downstairs and into the garden.

Jake is the first to notice us, opening his eyes and saying.

"Hi, girls."

We walk to the pool, turn and face Jake, and in unison, unzip our dresses and shrug them off our shoulders to the floor.

"FUCK ME," Jake exclaims as he jerks up from his lounger. His eyes are on stalks.

Everybody else wakes and gasps, exclaims, or swears as Amy and I parade in front of them before slipping into the pool.

Sitting beside each other, we turn, embrace, and kiss enthusiastically, much to the delight of the leering boys.

Breaking apart from our embrace, I look around at the boys.

"Amy's not hungry, but I am. Has anyone got any sausage to eat?" I ask innocently as I eye up their bulging loins.

Jake approaches the pool, his cock straining at his shorts. I turn to face him, kneeling in the water and beckoning the other boys to come closer.

"Get your sausages out, then. I can't eat through your shorts," I instruct.

Reaching out, I grab Jake's sausage, pull him toward me, smile up at him, and take his sausage into my mouth. Chewing hungrily while my hands grab hold of two other sausages, preparing them for later.

Amy gets in on the action, sitting behind me and gently running her fingers along my covered quim. Pushing the cloth into my slit.

Jake fucks my face gently, and I pump the two in my hands. I feel the veins throb in them as my hands run up and down their length. Grabbing my head, Jake starts thrusting faster and shoots his load into my mouth, and I enjoy the taste before swallowing it all. Moving first to the right, I take the sausage I have massaged into my mouth and milk him dry.

Not quite getting back to the one on the left, he shoots his load over my face as I approach him, much to the amusement of everybody else.

Amy now has her finger pumping in and out of my pussy, fucking me slowly. So nice.

Two other boys approach, and I take them, one after the other, into my mouth, swallowing their sausages deep into my mouth and letting them fill my hungry stomach with their warm juices.

Amy's finger leaves my hole, and I look over my shoulder to see why. Ah, John has his cock out, and it is for Amy. She eagerly takes him into her mouth, and they start enjoying each other.

Slipping behind Amy, I put my hands around her chest and massage her breasts. They feel firm and pert, standing proudly on her chest. Slipping her nipples from under the tiny coverings, nipping and pulling at them, while she sucks at John's rampant cock. I watch his cock slide in and out of her mouth as she fondles his balls with one hand and grips the base of his cock with the other. Gently massaging it. She is holding his cock in her mouth, and I can sense her running her tongue along and around it. She swallows greedily as she brings him to fruition, leaving nothing to drip out of her mouth.

"Bugger it!" Rob exclaims, waving his phone in the air. "My dad's on his way; he's just turned off the M1. He'll be here any minute."

Amy and I quickly leave the pool, gather our dresses, and walk indoors to hide.

"Bloody hell, my car!" I blurt out when I see my keys on the breakfast table. "He'll recognise it!"

Without thinking, I grab the keys and my phone off the kitchen counter and run out the front door to my car, clad only in my bikini, clutching my dress, and get in. I drive away. Left or right? It's got to be left. Right heads to the M1, and that's where Rob's dad will be coming from. Then, right at the roundabout that heads out of town to the A6, I want to go somewhere other than the town centre or train station. People are staring as I drive along the streets; I grab my dress off the passenger seat and stuff it under the seatbelt strap. Trying to cover myself up.
Twenty minutes later, I park in a quiet layby and slip my dress on, only to find that the zip won't close! What else can go wrong?

I'm watching the traffic drive by, ready to move if nobody else parks in the layby, and desperately waiting for a phone call.

Forty minutes later.

"John, what's happening?" I blurt down the phone.

"It's Amy. I'm on John's phone. Sorry, Sharon, it's not good news. You missed him by less than a minute. Unfortunately, he's invited himself to stay overnight. He's happily drinking with the boys now."

Stunned silence.

"Now, what do I do? I can't go home or to a hotel dressed like this. I haven't got any money or cards with me. Could someone drive out to me with my things?" I eventually ask.

"No, they've all been drinking, and I can't drive John's car. But I have spoken to my flatmate; she is happy for you to go there and stay the night," Amy says. "Where are you?"

"On the A6, just past Quorn," I reply.

"That's good; you're only fifteen minutes from where I live. I'll send you the address via text now. Gaby will look after you; you're welcome to use my room and anything in it. I'm so sorry," Amy says sadly.

"It's not your fault, and thanks. I'll wait to hear from you in the morning. Bye for now."

Gaby's waiting for me as I park in front of the flat, and she ushers me quickly inside.

"Nice dress you're nearly wearing," she quips.

"Thanks! The bloody zip won't work," I huff.

"I don't suppose it would. What with it being inside out?" Gaby giggles.

What? Bloody hell, it is.

"We'll chat later. The bathroom is located on the right, just past the first door. I've put out clean towels, and Amy's room is opposite. Take your time," Gaby informs me.

Thirty minutes later, I walk into the lounge wearing Amy's dressing gown. Gaby is sprawled along the settee, getting up as I approach. Whoa, I consider Amy and me to be attractive. Gaby is statuesque, tall, at least five feet eight inches, perfectly proportioned, and exquisitely toned. She takes my breath away as she glides across the floor to the kitchen. The shorts and crop top she is wearing exploit her assets brilliantly.

"Kettle has just boiled; what would you like? Coffee or tea?" she asks.

"Coffee, please. White and no sugar," I reply as I follow her tempting body.

"I've ordered a Chinese; it will be here shortly. I hope you like it; it's my favourite," Gaby continued.

"That would be lovely," I say thankfully.

After we finished eating and our drinks, Gaby started talking.

"Amy tells me you had to do a runner. You're screwing your neighbour's son, and dad turned up out of the blue. Is that right?" she asks.

"That's right. I could have hidden upstairs, but I suddenly realised John's dad would recognise my car parked outside the house. I panicked and ran out to it, as you saw me practically naked," I grin. "It was an exciting drive through town; lots of people stared as I drove past."

"I stared, too, when I saw you step out of the car. What were you wearing under that sundress?" Gaby queried.

"A bikini, I'll get it for you," and I retrieved it from the bedroom.

"Bloody hell, that won't hide much!" she exclaimed.

"Amy was wearing a matching one. We were teasing John, seeing as we look so much alike," I explain.

"Yes, you do, now I come to think of it," she confirms.

"Amy also said you like girls, too," Gaby says as she sits on the settee beside me. "You don't have to sleep alone if you don't want to."

"That sounds so good, but I really couldn't tonight. I'm tired and a bit frazzled. But invite me back sometime soon," I almost plead.

"That's a definite. It probably wasn't the best idea, anyway; I've got work in the morning," Gaby giggles.

The following morning, I am awake, listening to Gaby bustling about as she gets ready for work, when she knocks on the door.

"Come in, I'm awake," I shout.

"Oh, that's a nice view in the morning," Gaby says, staring at my naked chest. "Anyway, I'm just leaving; help yourself to breakfast and coffee. I'm sure you'll find everything you need. When you leave, pull the door closed; it's self-locking."

Walking over to me, she bends down and squeezes both my breasts.

"Yep, they feel as good as they look." She smiles, turns, and leaves. "See you soon."

It's nine-thirty before Amy rings to give the all-clear, and I can return to Rob's. I'm dressed better than last night, in one of Amy's skirts, a loose-fitting top, and a pair of her knickers. Oh, and shoes. I arrived back in Loughborough just after ten-thirty, hoping today would turn out better than yesterday.

Rob is so apologetic, I swear he would lick my feet clean if I asked him. The other lads, including John, are much more interested in my near-naked escape, visibly so! I exaggerated the gawping crowds as I drove through the town for their benefit.

Amy, bless her, rescues me from their many questions and suggestions for future displays. Taking me upstairs to the quiet of her bedroom, or rather, John's bedroom.

"Thanks for the rescue," I say as we enter the room together.

She looks guiltily at me.

"What's wrong?" I ask, seeing the look on her face.

"It's about yesterday. Thank you for the clothes. I had no idea how much you had spent on me until I went through everything last night while cooped up here. I'm grateful."

I try to interrupt.

"No, let me finish. What happened in the sex shop!? I barely believe it happened, and as for what I did to you. I am truly sorry. I don't know what came over me."

"Amy," I say, taking her in my arms. "The money is not important. It was fun shopping, without looking over my shoulder to make sure no one saw me buying such things. And to have someone to give an honest opinion on what looked right."

I then went on to explain about Ken and our sexual adventures and how we kept our daily lives separate from our alter egos, not including my consulting role, though!

"And as for the sex shop, I started it. You saw an opportunity to explore your darker side, and boy, did I enjoy it," I explained.

"Darker side?" she queries.

"Yes, we all have one. It's a matter of recognising it and controlling it. Not letting it control you. I think you like giving pleasure."

"What do you mean?" Amy asks nervously.

"From what little I have seen, you like to pleasure other people and not necessarily receive anything in return. I think you'd make a good dominatrix." I tell her. "I saw how you eyed up that restraint equipment, whips, etc. There was a definite gleam in your eyes," I grinned.

"Oh. Yes, they were intriguing," Amy giggles.

"Anyway, enough about yesterday. What's the plan for today?" I ask.

"I don't think anything has been planned. Not after the hoo-ha last night," She replies. "It's too bloody hot for much to."

"Bikinis and pool then, till it gets cooler anyway," I suggest.

When Amy and I enter the pool again, it's nearly lunchtime. The bikinis still have the desired effect on the lads, and they are all very attentive.

"Rob, my purse is in the kitchen. Get my Visa card out and order some pizzas for lunch. This is my treat today," I tell him.

He takes everybody's orders and rings Domino's.

"They'll be about forty minutes, and I've put a note on the door to come through the gate into the garden," he says. "We wouldn't hear them at the door."

I have just stepped out of the pool when the pizza guy walked into the garden. I approach him, practically naked, take the pizzas from him, and hand them to one of the lads. The delivery guy is standing as still as a statue, eyes agog and mouth open, so I step closer to him, take his hand, and place it between my legs. Still no movement. Amy is behind me, and she slips my boobs free—no reaction again from the poor guy. Feeling particularly naughty, I bob down in front of him, pull his shorts down, and marvel at the size of his rampant cock, easily bigger than anyone else's in the garden today. Undeterred, I take it in hand and slip it into my mouth. The guy ejaculates immediately, and I struggle to contain it all in my mouth, with some of his cum dribbling down my chin. He jerks into motion, whimpers, pulls up his shorts, and scurries through the gate and away.

"That poor sod, that was wicked, Sharon," Rob says, laughing.

"Did you see the size of that thing!?" Pete says, amazed.

"Can't say I did." I smile cheekily as I step back into the pool, not bothering with my bikini top. It's hot work this sex thing! At least I've livened up the day.

"What did you order, Sharon?" Rob asks.

"Meat feast," I replied.

"With extra sausage," Amy added, giggling like a schoolgirl. Making the lads laugh once more.

We spent the rest of the afternoon dipping in and out of the pool, chasing the shade to sit under, and drinking long, cold drinks. We were chilling out and talking nonsense. This continues into the evening; the heat doesn't abate, and no one feels up to doing much. So the chat continues, and it feels right to be with this crowd of lads and one lass. They may be thirty years younger than me, but that doesn't bother them, or me.

TBC