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Jayne Takes on a New Pupil
by


British Gent












The rumours were going around the school long before I knew that they were true. James was in the same maths class as me so I collared him one afternoon as we were heading out of the lesson along the corridor. 

"So, is it true then?" I asked, keeping my voice quiet. I hoped he noticed that I was wearing a low-cut top to show off my cleavage (I think it's fair to say I have the biggest tits in the sixth form). I always had a soft spot for James, with his broad shoulders and bleach-blond hair. He was smart and funny too. Until now, he'd never had a girlfriend, although I know that some of the girls fancied him; me too I suppose. He didn't answer my question. 

"There are some crazy rumours going around," I whispered, as we turned down the corridor and headed downstairs. "They say you're sleeping with a 38-year old called Jayne, that she's got a partner but he doesn't mind..." 

James didn't say anything, he just half-smiled. 

"That's not all," I continued. "There's a rumour that Jayne's boyfriend, Jon, watches you fucking her, and sometimes videos it..." I stopped. James was starting to look a bit pissed off. Clearly he'd been hearing this stuff for days. I put my hand on his shoulder. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be nosey," I said. "It's just, well, interesting."

James looked at me again. "You can meet her, if you want," he said, nonchalantly.

"So she does exist?" 

"Yes."

"And you are sleeping with her?" 

"I didn't say that." 

"And she has a boyfriend already." 

"Look...I..." 

"So it is all true." I grinned at him. "You are a very, very bad boy," I teased. "And to answer your question: yes, I'd like to meet her." 

I didn't go over to Jayne's house that night. It would not be until the next evening that I first met her. Instead, I stayed in to do my homework. Will, my boyfriend, came over afterwards. He fucked me, and it wasn't too bad. It always feels strange doing it in my bedroom, while my parents are downstairs. My room still has a stupid poster of a horse on the wall and another poster of Sugababes (I should get it redone now that I'm an adult). I can't wait till I get my own place and do it out properly. Will and I first had sex over a year ago, when I'd recently turned 18. It was my idea, I initiated it, but I became disappointed pretty quickly. Will always does the same position: me below, him on top, and he always comes in about two minutes. I like him though, so I don't tell him he could be better, more imaginative, etc. But I hear stories about different positions and men who can go on for an hour or more and I wonder if I'll ever get anything like that. 

And then I think: bad Amanda, you're such a slut, you're Will's girl, stop thinking bad thoughts. So, anyway, that night, Will comes over, we get undressed, I lie back, he sticks it in and comes, and later he leaves. I was still feeling unsatisfied and I took my hairbrush, which is what I like to put in myself, and I lay back on the bed wondering what James was up to with his older woman. No one had actually seen her yet, so I didn't know if she was brunette, blonde, big, small or whatever. I lay back and rubbed the head of the hairbrush against my pussy lips. My knees were wide open as I nudged the tip past my labia and against my pussy. I was quite wet just wondering what James was up to. I could imagine him bent over Jayne, whatever she looked like, pummelling her with his hard cock. I imagined her shouting out obscenities, like "fuck me", "do me", "harder", encouraging him to give her a good proper drilling. By now I was working the rest of the handle deep into myself, bucking my hips against it and imagining that it was a big, hard cock – maybe James's cock – thrusting into me. With my left hand I was playing with my nipples, gently pinching them and caressing my big tits (at 36E, they're pretty good for an 18-year old, if you don't mind me saying). 

And then I thought about Jon, Jayne's partner, and could picture him walking into the room, while James was fucking his partner from behind. I could imagine him coming up to her and slapping his erection out in front of her face, so that she was sucking it while my schoolmate kept fucking her from the rear. I think it's called a "spit roast". 

That was enough to send me over the edge. I came hard, bucking against the wooden hairbrush. I almost bit my lip trying not to scream with pleasure. I rode the orgasm for 10 seconds, maybe longer, until it was over. I wondered where James was, and whether he was fucking the older woman right at this very moment. 

I texted him. "Wot time me come over tmrw wanna meet Jane," I sent. 

I waited 15 minutes before the reply came. "Any time. She want meet you x," he sent back. 

The next evening I went around to Jayne and Jon's house. I'll admit it. I was pretty nervous. Really didn't know what to expect. I phoned James before and told him to come and pick me up from my house. I certainly didn't want to arrive alone. It's funny, but when James turned up he was super-relaxed and confident, more confident than he used to be. I don't know if that had anything to do with his new "friendship" with Jayne, or what. But he was on very good form, and we had a good chat and a laugh as we walked over to the other side of town. When Jayne opened the door, she wasn't what I had expected. To be honest, I was expecting some kind of slutty older woman, with too much make-up. Instead, she had a nice, open face with blue eyes and dark hair. She was tanned. 

"We were on holiday in Cyprus a few weeks ago," she said, noticing me looking at her brown arms and neck. There was the rich smell of cooking as we entered their house. Jon appeared, in T-shirt and jeans, clutching a can of lager for James and a glass of white wine for me. He was older, much older – like I'd heard – but he was in good shape. His biceps looked big and hard under the T-shirt. We all sat down in the living room and started chatting. I gulped down the wine pretty fast because I was feeling so nervous. Jon was quick to top it up, to the brim. I was amazed by how relaxed they all were around each other. If what I'd heard was true, James was fucking Jon's woman, but if he minded he wasn't showing it at all. Instead, he was all matey with James, putting his arm around his shoulder, or showing him a new CD, or sharing little jokes together. From my position on the sofa I had more time to look at Jayne. She really was very pretty. She was wearing a low-cut cream top and smart blue jeans with little classy shoes. I felt a bit odd, still wearing my school uniform. I supposed I should have changed before coming out but kind of forgot. Eventually we moved to the dining table, and Jon served up smoked salmon as a starter. More wine went down our necks. I felt increasingly comfortable, and wondered why I had been so jumpy earlier. It was during the main course, steak in a mustard and wine sauce, that the conversation turned to sex. James was talking about Emily and Lisa, two girls in our year at school, whom everyone thinks are lesbians. 

Jayne looked nonplussed. "That's just a label, James. Some people aren't homosexual, or bisexual, or heterosexual… they are just sexual. I think it's good that your classmates are experimenting a bit." 

She shot me a look across the table. I wasn't sure what it signified. But she seemed to be looking right across me, from my face to my chest and... I wondered whether Jayne had slept with another woman. I wouldn't be surprised. I felt a slight flush in my cheeks at the thought. 

"I agree," said Jon. "People can be so judgmental. It's like James and Jayne. When she first told me that she was seeing an 18-year old... I could have been angry, or jealous, or whatever. But I don't mind. Whatever makes her happy." 

He must have seen the surprised look on my face. 

"We've got no secrets here," he said. Jayne told me that she used to be quite hung-up about sex but a few years ago her life had changed when she started reading erotic literature. She told me about Nancy Friday, a psychologist who interviews men and women about their sex lives. 

"It's hugely liberating," she said, smiling at me. "Women have always been given a stigma for enjoying sex, but that's now changing. Some of the fantasies in these books are really eye-opening." 

Jayne pushed away her empty plate and went to the bookshelf. She came back with a book and handed it to me. It was called Women on Top. 

"Keep it for a few days, read it, enjoy it," she said with a grin. 

Pudding was a homemade apple crumble and I felt quite full afterwards. And not a little bit tipsy, what with the brandies that Jon passed around. Some time later we were sat back on the sofa and I realised that James and Jayne had disappeared. It was just me and Jon. We had been chatting intently and I hadn't noticed that we were alone. 

"I'm just going for a pee," I said. "Which way is the loo?" Jon pointed upstairs. When I reached the top of the steps I could hear noises coming from the right hand side. Curious, I walked towards the sound. The door was open, and inside was a huge double bed. Empty. I peeked inside, and was amazed by what I could see. And hear. Jayne's back was against the wall, and James had lifted her up so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. Their jeans were both around their ankles. She still had her top on but his head was buried in her cleavage. He was pounding her against the wall, fucking her hard, lifting her up with his strong arms. 

"You fancy her, don't you?" he said, as he pumped her. "I could see you looking at those big young tits." 

"Oh yes," cried Jayne, as she rode James's dick. "She's so fucking young, so innocent, my God she is lovely." 

"Well you haven't got her yet," said James. "So you better make the most of my cock. Am so fucking horny, am close to coming...." 

I didn't know who they were talking about but I thought I had an idea. I felt so embarrassed, so flushed, and yet I could sense a twinge between my legs… of pure, unbridled excitement. So Jayne wanted me? She was so sensual, so sexual... I realised I had better get out of there before they saw me watching them. I hurried to the toilet. On the way out, a few minutes later, I ran into them going back downstairs. 

"Hi Amanda," said Jayne. "I was just showing James some photos of me and Jon from when we were not much older than you."
Her face was damp and pink from her exertions. 

"Right," I stammered, following them back into the lounge. Jon didn't bat an eyelid when we all returned. He had put the TV on and was watching a football match. 

"It's late," said James. "I think me and Amanda had better be going." 

When we left, Jon kissed me on the cheek. It was Jayne who kissed me, albeit briefly, on the mouth. We set out into the night sky.
The next evening, Will wanted to come over and see me, but I said I had too much homework. This wasn't really true. As it was, I wanted to read the book that Jayne had lent me. I had skimmed it when I got home from her house – it looked very exciting – but it was late and I'd had to go to bed. So anyhow, after I got home from school I went upstairs to my bedroom, lay down on my bed, pulled the book from underneath where I had hidden it and started reading. Nancy Friday, the author, seemed like quite a character. She explained how women have strong sexual feelings, like men, but these have been suppressed over the years by male-dominated societies. The book, Women on Top, was divided into chapters with lots of true stories from women and girls, interlaced with Nancy's explanations and interpretations. Some of it was a bit clever, sort of psychology really, but the stories were really hot. There was one where two girls were lined up against a sofa, on their knees, being fucked from behind by their men. After they had both come, they then smeared their white sticky juices on to the girls' bottoms. They then swapped partners, so each was lined up behind his friend's girl. And they started to fuck them again, this time in their smaller holes. While I was reading this, I have to admit, I started to become really horny, and undid my skirt. I reached inside with my fingers and found I was already very wet down there. I started to finger and rub myself while I read more stories. I was glad the door was locked. Another story that really did it for me was about a girl who invited a (female) pop singer around. The two of them ended up watching porno videos together and eventually took off each other's clothes and got down to it. The girl's boyfriend was watching from a cupboard and jacking off. By the time I was halfway through I had two fingers inside me and was really close to coming.
The girl was licking out the beautiful blonde pop star, who eventually came in her mouth. Then the pop star put on a strap-on and took the girl up the arse with it. God, just reading this was making me so hot. I dropped the book and started stroking my clit with my other hand, still fingering myself with the other. When I came it was one of the best orgasms I'd ever had. Afterwards it felt a bit weird. Only a week ago I would never have imagined enjoying this type of thing. But there was no doubt about it: being with another woman sounded amazing. I started to think about Jayne. I wondered what she would look like with her top off. Or naked. Or kissing another girl. Or doing it with another girl... I started to feel quite hot again. 

I wondered if she had given me the book to encourage me. I could still hear her and James talking in that room... her saying how much she wanted that girl… was the girl me? I started thinking about her mouth, pressing against my mouth, and on my chest… searching for my nipples with her tongue…

A beep went off. It was a text from James. Did I want to go around to Jayne's on Saturday for a barbecue? Bugger, I thought. It's Will's birthday. I'm meant to be going for dinner with my boyfriend. I felt a bit torn. I couldn't let Will down... but I really wanted to see Jayne again. I wanted to talk to her about Nancy Friday. Secretly, I wondered whether... when she kissed me goodbye... would she do it again? 

In the end there wasn't much competition. Will could wait. On the Saturday morning, I called him and told him I had lots of homework to do, I wanted to see him – "happy birthday xxx" – but couldn't come over till the evening. Then I got dressed. I took my time, wanting to prepare myself… for Jayne. 

I put on my favourite matching panties and bra, with little flowers on a cream background. I wore a white top with a low neckline and short skirt. And I took my time with my lipstick and mascara. I wanted to look sophisticated, so she didn't think I was just a young girl. Before I left my bedroom I had another flick through the Nancy book, which made me feel really moist down below. When I got to her house the sun was already high in the sky and it was burning bright. The door was ajar, so I just let myself in. Groove Armada was playing on the hi-fi in the living room. As I walked past the stairs I remembered how two nights before I had caught James and Jayne fucking in the bedroom. I felt myself blush. There were lots of bags of groceries on the kitchen floor and the back door was wide open. I stepped into the garden, to see Jon and James playing French cricket on the grass. Both were bare from the waist up. Jon in particular looked quite hunky and well-built; James was more slim but equally toned. Jayne was bending over a blue paddling pool, filling it up with a hosepipe. She was wearing a miniskirt, shorter than mine, and I could see right up her legs. It didn't look like she was wearing any knickers. She heard me coming and dropped the hose, turning to face me. Jayne looked so pretty in the sunlight, in a nice flowery blouse that showed off her chest. When we hugged I could feel the heat of her body in my arms. She broke off. 

"You look wonderful," she said. "I hope you're hungry. We've bought loads of stuff for the barbie." While she spoke I could feel her eyeing me up from head to toe, almost drinking me in. 

"You don't look too bad yourself," I said with a smile. The boys broke off from their game to join us. For a while we sat around in the garden, drinking from ice-cold cans of beer. I could hear snatches of laughter coming from other gardens nearby. It was definitely a day for barbecues. 

"Hottest one of the year, apparently," said Jon. 

It was James who started the water fight. He had filled a mug up with cold water from the kitchen and crept up on Jon, before pouring it over his head. Jayne howled with laughter. 

"You little bastard," said the older man, jumping up and grabbing James by the neck. I saw Jayne heading for the wall tap and turning the hose back on. She stood there, and started to spray all three of us with water. By now James and Jon were in the paddling pool, wrestling. For some reason, I seemed to be getting the most water from Jayne's hose. She pointed it straight at me, spraying me hard all over.
"You don't get away with that," I laughed, grabbing the hosepipe from her. As she ran I squirted the water at her back, carrying the hosepipe as I followed her onto the grass. She tripped up and was lying on the ground, so I stood over her, holding my finger over the end to make it squirt jets on to her body. She was laughing hysterically. I was aware of how wet my top was, and how the material had gone completely see-through. Jayne must have had a fantastic view of my huge tits, covered only by wet, flimsy cloth, encased in the big flowery bra. She stuck her leg out and tripped me up, so that I tumbled straight on to her. She grabbed me as I fell, so that we were both lying there, holding each other, still giggling. Jayne's clothes were as soaked as mine, and her breasts looked really sexy in the wet colourful top. 

"We're just heading out to the pub to watch the big game, we'll be back in a few hours," said Jon. 

He and James were putting their T-shirts back on and heading out of the garden gate. Jayne was now lying on her back, next to me.
"So it's just the two of us now," she said, giving me another look. The sun had gone in behind a cloud and I was suddenly a bit cold. The skin on my arms had goosebumps. 

"I think you need a bath to warm up again," she told me, getting back up on her feet. I followed her upstairs, my wet feet leaving marks on her kitchen floor. While she ran the bath I peeled my top and skirt off and stood there in my underwear. 

"Don't be shy," she said. "It's only me." I removed my panties and bra and climbed into the bathtub. As I clambered in I could see my reflection in the wall mirror, my big heavy boobs exposed for Jayne to watch. As I sat back, the tub was still filling up and there were big white bubbles everywhere. I felt myself warm up fast. Behind me, I could hear the sound of liquid splashing against porcelain. Jayne had taken her clothes off and was sat, naked, on the loo, having a wee. Oh my God, I thought to myself. This is getting very, very intimate. She got up and walked towards the bath. I turned to see her by the bath, about to climb in to join me. 

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked. I had seen girls nude before in the showers at school but this was different. I couldn't help staring at her tits and the little triangle of dark hair between her legs. 

"Sure, fine, no worries," I said, trying to sound casual. I didn't want her to know how aroused I was starting to feel. I was facing the taps and Jayne sat behind me, her legs on either side of my hips. When she leant forward I could feel her nipples, hard, pressing against my shoulder blades. 

"Do you want me to wash your hair for you?" she asked. I nodded. I felt her warm hands rub liquid into my scalp, through my thick brown hair and all over. She took her time, as if it was a head massage. Jayne then poured more hot water over to rinse me off. 

"Tell me about Will," she said. "Your boyfriend." 

"He's good-looking, he's got short brown hair, he's good at rugby and football, he's clever..." 

"No, I mean your love life... you are sleeping together, are you?" 

"Well, I suppose..." 

"You either are or you aren't..." 

I felt guilty about what I was going to say. "He's okay. We've been sleeping together for about a year. It's just... he doesn't... he's not very imaginative. We don't do much in bed." 

"So what do you do?" 

"Missionary. That's about it?" 

"Oral?" she asked. 

"No." 

"Doggie?" 

"No."

"Anal?" 

"No." 

"Does he come on you?"

"No."

Jayne had more lotion on her hands and had started to rub it into my shoulders and neck. I could feel her fingers start to move forward and downwards, towards my naked breasts.

Don't stop, I thought to myself. Please don't stop. 

"Have you ever come?" she asked. 

"Yes. But only on my own. Not with him."

"You poor, poor thing...I honestly believe you don't know what you're missing..."

Her hands were now on my big boobs, rubbing lotion into the wet skin, her fingers seeking out my nipples and coaxing them into hardness.
"You've got such incredible tits," she whispered in my ear. "You don't know how lucky you are. Will doesn't know how lucky he is." 

There was no way I was going to stop her. 

"Has he ever rubbed his cock on your breasts and come on your cleavage?" I shook my head. Jayne sighed. "I suppose he's still young. You both have lots to teach each other... or to be taught..." 

As she played with my swollen nipples I couldn't help letting out a little moan of excitement. 

"Please don't stop," I said, aloud this time. "That feels so, so good." 

"Did you read the book I gave you?" she asked, leaning into me so her nipples were again pressed hard into my back. "Did you like it?"
"I did, but it made me feel strange," I admitted. "There were things in there that I liked, which I didn't expect to like, but I did. "

"Such as?" 

I paused. I knew that this was the point of no return. "Girls who like other girls." 

This was it. I'd said it. One of Jayne's hands was still on my right breast. I felt the other sliding up to my shoulder and neck and back up towards my face. She reached up and rested her palm against my cheek, slowly slipping a finger into my mouth. I opened my lips to suck on it. It felt so sensual, amid the hot bubbles of the bath. 

"Good girl," she replied. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear." I was feeling drowsy in the heat of the bath. I felt another finger enter my mouth. My eyes were closed tight. "I want to help you," said Jayne's voice, just inches from my ear. "I want to show you how to do it, and open your eyes to new possibilities you have never thought of."
I moaned my assent. 

"But you have to agree to do what I say. Is that understood?" she whispered, sliding her right hand down into the water towards my stomach, stopping just a fraction above my pubic hair. I was willing her to touch me between my legs, to finger my pussy, but she didn't. She just left her fingers an inch or two away. 

"Yes, Jayne," I said. "God, yes. I want you so badly. I've been thinking about you all week. I'll do whatever you say."

She kissed the back of my ear. 

"I'm hot," she said. "I'm getting out." 

When I got out of the bath the room was steamy and I was feeling rather hot and dizzy from the water. It seemed unsurprising, natural even, when Jayne took the towel from my hands and started to dry me off. She rubbed the towel over my head, my shoulders, and my arms. She dried off my breasts, my tummy and my legs. I let her take control, let her rub me all over. When I was dry enough, she told me to stand still, because she wanted to moisturise my skin with a special lotion. I'd like it, she said, because it was not too greasy and it smelled really nice. I watched Jayne's bare tits sway as she walked across the room and reached up to the shelf for a bottle, from which she poured something into her hands. She stood in front of me, hands covered in golden oil, which she proceed to rub into my skin. I stood still, my hands on my hips. I pushed out my chest to make it look bigger and firmer. I wanted Jayne to like my body, to fancy me. It was there that she began to oil me up, rubbing the liquid into my heavy cleavage, slowly moving her hands in big circles, small circles, all over the skin of my bosoms. I felt so excited. The anticipation... not knowing where those hands were going. When I felt her hands brush against my nipples it was like a charge of electricity. I looked down and could see them standing up, so pink and stiff, as her fingers circled my teats, pinching them, oiling them up.

"I want you to do me as well," she ordered me, passing the bottle. I felt her hands on my shoulders, against the rear of my neck, rubbing more oil into the skin of my back. Her face was so close to me that I could feel her hot breath. She seemed nervous, or excited, judging by the sound of her shallow breathing. She was right about the oil. It was some kind of herbal infusion, and it made my skin glow and tingle. I squeezed some onto my hands and began to rub it onto Jayne's body. I started on her tummy, and her arms, because I was nervous about touching her... on her... her breasts. Not that I didn't want to. But I'd never done anything so daring in my whole life. It was Jayne who took my slippery hands and placed them on her bosoms. They were big, firm, not as big as mine but lovely and curvy nevertheless. I slid my fingers all over them, enjoying that feel for the very first time, sweeping my hands under and over those heavy globes. Jayne's hands were now on my bottom, smearing more oil over and in between my buttocks. She was pulling me towards her, so that our groins were almost touching. Her nipples were more brownish than mine, and had much wider aureoles. I felt a sudden urge to take one between my lips. But instead I stuck with my task, pinching and fondling them with my fingers. They responded rapidly to my touch, growing hard and stiff. I felt apprehensive. Another woman! It felt as if I was on a path from which I could never turn back. That feeling only grew as Jayne leant her face towards mine, brushing her mouth against my mouth. 

"It's not too late to say no," she murmured, as I felt her lips, like soft liver, pressing against my own. 

God, please don't stop, was all I could think. Kiss me. Jayne. Oh yes. I opened my lips slightly, and felt her tongue pushing past, probing my mouth, seeking out my tongue. Her oily hands were on my bottom, pulling me into her, while I gripped her back. She felt so slippery, pressed against me. Her mouth was soft and warm, and smelled of fresh mint. 

I hoped I had remembered brushed my teeth. As we kissed I could think of nothing else in the world apart from Jayne, and how good she felt pressed against me, how delicious her probing tongue and lips tasted. I had kissed loads of boys before but nothing had ever felt as exciting, as naughty as this. 

Jayne broke away from the kiss, but held me tight. "Are you enjoying this?" she asked me, her hands still massaging my buttocks, one finger probing between to spread oil all over my arsehole. At first she just held her finger there, pressing it gently against my tiny orifice. For a while my bottom resisted the pressure, but then I felt myself opening up, giving way, and Jayne eased her digit into the tight hole. I didn't stop her. In fact, I liked the illicit feeling as I felt the intrusion into my back passage, opening me there up for the first time. 

"I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. But you can trust me," she murmured. I felt her finger enter even further, probing all the way into my rectum. There was no way I wanted her to stop. "You're safe in my hands. We're going to have a lot of fun together," she continued. "I want you to know how much I like you. How special you are. We can stop whenever you give me the word." Jayne had started to finger me, moving slowly in and out. "Does that hurt?" she asked. I shook my head. It was a bit uncomfortable, but the pleasure far outweighed that. 

"It's a little strange," I admitted. "No one has ever done that to me before. But it's very nice." 

The finger was moving faster and faster. I suddenly realised how wet I was between my legs. As if treacle had been poured all over my little pussy. Jayne's mouth closed over mine again. This time her tongue moved faster inside my mouth, as if mimicking the motion of her finger in my bottom. Now I suddenly felt her other hand, slippery with oil, against my inner thigh. Oh my God, I thought. Please... touch me... there. As if reading my mind, she eased her hand up towards my bush, and began to lightly brush against my pussy lips. It must have been obvious to her how darned horny I was. I felt her fingers against my cunt, parting my lips, and pushing inside me. Her thumb sought out my clit and began to rub it in firm little motions. Combined with the intrusion in my back passage, and the strange feeling of being with a woman for the first time, it was all too much. 

In between kisses, I told Jayne that I was near my peak. That I was close to coming. "Good girl," she said. "Let yourself go... come on my hands." I looked into her eyes as I felt the waves of pleasure wash over me, felt the build-up in my entire body, the concentrated sense of excitement between my legs. 

"Don't stop," I pleaded. "More, yes, oh yes, keep going, oh...." It was with a huge groan and shudder that I felt myself come. Like Jayne said, all over her fingers. Just like my new lover had told me to. 

She looked into my eyes as I came in wave after wave. "You're mine now," she whispered. 

I was still feeling a rosy glow as I put some clothes on. Jayne remembered she'd left the shopping downstairs. 

"We'd better go and put it all away," she said, as she helped me into a cream dressing gown. She was wearing a matching gown.

Downstairs, there were lots of bags on the kitchen floor and it took as a while to put the burgers and sausages in the kitchen, the oranges in the fruit bowl, and the groceries in the cupboards. It was while Jayne was going through the salad that she pulled out a cucumber and showed it to me. 

"You see that," she confided. "That would make a perfect dildo." I thought she was joking. "No, I'm serious," she said. "Look how smooth and wide it is." 

She was right. It was really long and thick - maybe nine inches - and had a waxy green skin. 

"You wouldn't," I said. "It's far too big." 

"I'm serious." 

"You're not. You're teasing me."

"Do you want me to prove it?" Jayne hoisted herself up onto the sideboard so her legs were dangling. The cucumber lay next to her on the side. Her gown had fallen open, so I could the edges of her large, pale tits. I could also see, between her legs, her hairy slit. 

"The trick is not to rush it," she said. "To take your time. I want you to watch very closely." Jayne licked the fingers of her right hand and held her pussy lips open. She began to rub, very gently, between her labia. With her other hand she began to stroke her clit. I watched, open-mouthed, as she teased herself. Several minutes went by before she told me she was ready. 

"I think I'm wet enough now. Pick up the cucumber," she said. "I want you to oil it up... there's some olive oil in the cupboard." 

I did what I was told. I took the big phallic object and poured some oil on to it, rubbing it all over the skin, before returning it to Jayne.
"Thanks," she said. With one hand she held herself open again, and with the other she gripped the cucumber. She held the end against her opening, pushing very slowly and gently. I watched in fascination as her cunt began to swallow up the thick green object. It was so big and thick; I could barely believe that she could take it. It must have taken a good while before it was in as deep as it would go. There was Jayne, sat on the side, with two-thirds of this fat cucumber embedded in her pussy. She gripped the end and began to work it, slowly, in and out of the folds of her cunt. Her mouth was slightly open and she was breathing heavily. At first the motion of her hand was slow and gentle, but as she loosened up she began to work the cucumber faster and harder into herself. With her left hand she was touching her swollen little clit. She was a few minutes into this when she asked me to come closer. 

"I want you to hold it," she said. I took the end of the cucumber from her. It barely fitted into my hand. "Fuck me with it," she said. "I want it hard." I could feel her pussy walls gripping the vegetable as I thrust it in and out of her willing hole. 

She leaned forward towards me. "I want to kiss you for the first time," she said. Our faces met, our lips touched and we started to kiss, so fucking passionately, her soft lips against mine. Our tongues began to slip in and out of each other's mouths. Meanwhile, I was still clutching the cucumber, pumping it in and out of her wet pussy. Jayne was holding the back of my head while we French kissed. I felt so aroused, so horny. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before.

Jayne was starting to make little whimpering noises. "So good, oh, fuck, more, harder," she said. "You're so fucking sexy, so young, so beautiful, fuck me." She broke away from my mouth, threw her head back and started to groan with excitement as she rode the cucumber. Her orgasm took hold of her, I could feel it racking her body, and she screamed out my name as she came, hard. "God, you're good," she almost shouted, looking me in the eye again. I pulled the cucumber from her sopping slit and placed it on the sideboard. I couldn't help looking down at her pussy, which looked obscene, stretched so very wide...her hole was dilated and moist. 

"I'm taking you upstairs to show you some new things," she said, taking me by the hand. 

Jayne left the bedroom door open behind her as she followed me into the upstairs room. We fell on to the bed together, kissing passionately, my mouth against hers, our hands all over each other's bodies. Off came the dressing gowns, so that we were lying naked on the bed together. I held her arse, her back, her head. I felt hornier than I ever had before in my life. Sun was streaming into the room through an open window, spilling light across the bed. Jayne had her tongue in my mouth, hot and wet, and her hand against my pussy. I knew that I was wet, wetter than I had ever been, and I felt my pussy lips open up so easily against the pressure from her fingers. She had at least two in there, maybe three... they slipped into me without any resistance. Jayne had her other hand on my breasts, feeling my big titties and teasing my nipples. 

"Oh Christ Amanda," she said, "I've been waiting to do this for days. This is going to be so, so fucking good." She got me to lie back with my head on the pillows, my whole body exposed to her, my legs wide open. 

Jayne was kneeling between my thighs, still working her fingers in and out of my hole. But now she had her mouth on my tummy, licking my belly button, tracing a line down towards my pubes. I looked around the room. 

There were pictures on the bedside cabinet of Jayne and Jon together, smiling. I wondered if he knew what his partner was up to right now. The pressure from her three fingers inside me was incredible. When I first felt her tongue flicking across my clitoris I nearly jumped. It was heavenly... and I felt so tender, so sensitive. She knew what she was doing, licking away at my little nub. My eyes were closed and I knew I was starting to moan with pleasure. I felt a fourth finger easing into my pussy, and I felt really full - fuller than I had ever been. Jayne had no need for lubricant... my juices were flowing so much, I knew my thighs must be sticky and wet. The older woman was still licking away at my clit. 

"I'm going to put one more finger inside you, do you think you can take it?" she murmured. I wasn't sure. I felt so fucking full already. I realised that I had never been filled properly before, despite all those months with Will. But I wanted to experience even more. 

"Oh yes, fuck yes, more," I groaned. 

"I want you to get used to being filled... and stretched..." she whispered, her voice muffled by my pubic hair. "I'm going to fuck you later... with something very, very big." 

I didn't know what she meant. But it sounded good. Really good. I felt her pull her four fingers out of my cunt. It felt open, and stretched, and empty. I wanted her back insider me. I opened my eyes, and could see Jayne licking her entire hand. This time she held all four fingers and thumb together...I saw her press them against my entrance once more. She pushed, slowly, so slowly, letting my lips relax to let her in.
And there she was, her hand inside me, up as far as the knuckles. It wouldn't go any further. She started to fuck me again with her wide, wide hand. I could hear the slippery sound as she moved it in and out of my wide-open pussy. By now I was panting with pleasure, it felt so damn good. And that tongue...dancing on my clit again... The more I relaxed, the more pressure Jayne applied with her hand... and suddenly, I felt the whole thing ease into my gaping pussy... past the knuckle... and up to her wrist. 

"You're lucky I've got small hands," she said. "You wouldn't believe how hot this looks, me filling you up with my fist." 

I looked down and watched her fisting me. I think it was her talking dirty, and not just the sight and feel of her entire hand in my hole, which pushed me over the edge. I grabbed the duvet, tight, and started to buck up and down on the bed, pushing my whole body against her hand... letting her fill me and stretch me... the feeling just overwhelmed me. Waves of pleasure, so, so horny, came over me, as I succumbed to my second lesbian orgasm. 

"Jayne..." I screamed. "Oh, Jayne"... and with that, I bucked to my climax on her wet fist. 

"I think you're ready..." she whispered in my ear, as I continued to spasm with pleasure. "Ready to try my strap-on..." 







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