CHAPTER 3 As she was towelling herself down after the shower, the phone started ringing. She ran downstairs to locate her mobile phone and found it just in time before it clicked onto answer phone. It was under a cushion on the sofa, which was still in disarray from her horsing around with Paul,. “Oh hi, Henry! Long time no speak, how are you?” Crimson said. It was her FB, Henry. He was in his early 50’s and Crimson thought of him as the archetypal dirty old man. She’d met him at a formal Bank cocktail party some time before, both Henry personally and Crimson’s ex employer being clients of the Bank. After leaving the reception together for more drinks and a candid chat in a London restaurant, they’d both realised that they had one important thing in common - they both loved sex and were able to detach their emotional feelings from the physical act. That night they’d checked into a boutique London hotel and fucked each other’s brains out. They’d both been in need of the physical proximity of another human being, but neither of them expected anything further from the night of passion. That was the start and it was a convenient arrangement for both of them. For someone in Crimson’s position it was an essential relationship in her life. She couldn’t afford to mess around with juniors at work (and there weren’t many senior men in the organisation who were single). Neither could she afford to get a name for herself by sleeping around so, Henry, who lived in Oxfordshire, miles from Crimson’s home town in Hertfordshire, was the perfect fuck buddy. Although, Henry was into a wilder sex scene than Crimson, she’d got used to calling him whenever she felt horny for a good fuck. That is, until she’d started her affair with Dave, the affair which had gone against all Crimson’s rules of never getting mixed up with a man already in a relationship. Henry was the same. When he was passionately into someone she wouldn’t hear from him for months, but that was part of the unspoken rules between them and it worked well. Henry had made his money from property. He’d worked hard most of his life, leaving school at 16 with no qualifications and had somehow amassed a multi million pound commercial property empire. He now had an enormous house in the Oxfordshire countryside, with an indoor swimming pool and heli-pad and helicopter. His wife had just left him because of one too many extra marital dalliances. However, for Crimson it was always entertaining to hear about Henry’s latest sexual adventures. He was a pure hedonist and had an addictive personality. He could never get enough of anything that turned him on, but Crimson got the feeling that he would never be completely happy. It was as if because he no longer wanted for anything he could never be satisfied and was eternally searching for the next high. “I’m glorious, darling. And how the devil are you?” and then came the usual question from Henry, “What are you wearing darling, have I caught you in the buff this time?” “Well actually, Henry, I’ve just stepped out of the shower and am now standing naked, dripping water all over my living room carpet! God knows what the neighbours will think!” “Ooh you prick tease, Crimson! I wish I was there to fuck that hot pussy of yours right in window in front of all the neighbours. How is your pussy, darling? Is she missing me? I know I’m missing her!” He was incorrigible and Crimson just laughed out loud knowing with the slightest encouragement from her he would be driving his big Bentley down to give her a good seeing to in an instant. She knew that his prick would be getting hard just thinking about her standing there in the nude. Ignoring his overt flirting, Crimson continued the conversation. “So, to what do I owe this pleasure, Henry? I haven’t heard from you in ages!” “Well, I’m having a few girly’s over this evening for a couple of drinks and thought my gorgeous Crimson might be at a loose end and fancy joining us?” “Well, I was going to have a night in and wash my hair,” Crimson said with a giggle, “no, just kidding…Of course, Henry, that sounds great, shall I see you at yours about 7pm?” “Great, sweetie, see you then! And make sure you wear something sexy!!!” Evenings at Henry’s were always fun affairs, with plenty of the best wine and champagne flowing freely and usually ended in the early hours with Henry getting horny with whoever was the time. This was a last fling for Crimson she thought, because by tomorrow night she would be settled down happily in her love nest with Dave, but for tonight she was going to party! By the time she was ready to go, her bedroom floor was littered with the detritus of rejected outfits, but she was satisfied with what she had on now, and anyway there was no time to change again, she was late as it was! She’d settled on a simple black silk wrap dress, cut low at the front, showing enough cleavage to suggest that there was a lot more lurking below the black silk material. She had on her sheer black silk hold ups with the lacy tops, a pair of red patent high heel stiletto’s and a spritz of Angel. Her black lacy push up bra and thong completed the outfit, both gifts from Dave. That way he would be in her thoughts, even if not in her arms, she thought! As she drove slowly up the gravel driveway of Henry’s country mansion, she realised she was quite excited about what the evening ahead had in store. Henry was waiting at the front door for her, a glass of champagne in his hand ready for her. “Darling, you made it! God you look fantastic, good enough to shag!” He kissed her on the lips and as he did so his wandering hand grabbed her arse and squeezed it tightly. “And no knickers, you naughty girl!” “Not quite Henry, it’s a g-string, actually!” Crimson corrected him. He ran his fingers further along her round bottom to her crack, slipped his fingers under the elastic and pulled the string up a few times so that it rubbed deeply against her clitoris and pussy. “Come in, come in, darling. The other girly’s are here. Let me introduce you.” Henry led Crimson through the entrance hall into the wide open plan sitting room. At one end there was a roaring fire and a couple of modern clean line beige sofa’s facing each other. There was a red leather winged armchair facing the fire between the two sofa’s, clearly Henry’s throne. There were three girls already there and by the sounds of laughter and gaiety coming from the room they had obviously had a few glasses of Champagne already and had got to know each other quite well. “Crimson, let me introduce Cherie, Francesca and Jo. Come on girls, move up and let Crimson sit down.” Henry said. Cherie, who was reclining alone on one of the sofa’s, swung her legs round so that her feet were now planted firmly on the ground and left an empty seat next to her for Crimson. As she did so, Cherie’s long legs parted slightly and Crimson got a fleeting view up her mini skirt, glimpsing a neatly shaved pussy. Cherie patted the cushion and smiled at Crimson “Come and sit down next to me, Crimson and let’s get to know one another.” Cherie purred. Cherie was an exotic looking woman, possibly of Iranian or Turkish descent, probably in her early 30’s, Crimson thought. Her hair was cut in a luxurious black glossy bob, she had olive skin, unusual cat like green eyes and red lips. She had on a short black leather mini skirt and bare legs and a lace and leather basque, her small tits squashed tightly under the leather and ribbons. As Crimson sat down, she looked over at the other two women and drank in their looks. Francesca was younger, maybe 25, and completely the opposite of Cherie, with long golden hair, a mass of curls, all mussed up looking like she’d just got out of bed, her limbs were pale and slight and she had very smooth unblemished skin. She was wearing a red floaty off the shoulder dress and had ethnic wooden beads around her neck. Jo was in a green silk halter neck jump suit, which matched her eyes, fastened with a jewelled choker round her neck and green high heel strappy shoe boots on her feet. Her chestnut brown hair was tied up high on her head in a sleek pony tail. Each of the other girls were beautifully groomed and smelt of expensive French perfume. “Well isn’t this nice” Henry said, taking his place in his armchair, “Four gorgeous girlys and me! Francesca and Jo looked at each other and giggled. “So, Crimson, what do you do?” Cherie asked leaning forward and brushing Crimson’s hair away from her neck, her fingers lingering on Crimson’s shoulder longer than was socially acceptable. Crimson felt goose bumps rise on her arms with her touch. Cherie had a slight accent which was quite a turn on, or at least Crimson thought it would be for a man. “Err, I’m a lawyer. I used to work in industry but I’m actually just about to start a new job for a bank in the City” she said slightly shakily, her usual confidence evading her in this unusual sexually charged situation. “What about you, Cherie?” “Oh, this and that. As little as possible, usually! My husband keeps me, so I don’t need to do very much. I occasionally do some life drawing modelling which is always fun! ” “Really? Wow, that sounds exciting! Doesn’t your husband mind you stripping off your clothes in front of strangers?” Crimson asked, forgetting her nerves, intrigued now by the subject matter of their conversation. “Of course not, we have an open marriage, darling. He knows what I’m like and quite often comes along to watch me with some of my partners. In fact we often go swinging together, although I’m usually the one swinging, he prefers to watch, particularly with my girlfriends! A voyeur, you know. Have you ever been interested in girls, Crimson? Henry tells me that you’re a very horny girl!” Crimson felt herself colour and looked over at Henry, asking with her eyes what exactly he’d said. Cherie immediately spotted the look passing between them. “Oh don’t worry, Crimson, we’re all friends here you know. Relax! Would you like a massage, you do seem a bit tense.” She started to knead Crimson’s shoulders and slowly ran her red painted finger nails down her back. Again, Crimson felt herself shiver and her nipples became hard and started to poke out the top of her push up bra. “From where I’m sitting, it looks like Crimson’s rather enjoying herself, Cherie” said Henry as he started to unzip his flies. Crimson looked over at the other two girls who were now French kissing each other sensuously, Francesca rubbing Jo’s nipples through her green silk jump suit. It was clear that Jo wasn’t wearing a bra, as her perky nipples stood poker straight in front of her from the agitation of Francesca’s fingers. Jo in turn was pushing her hand up Francesca’s thigh so that it was now hidden under the red folds of material of her dress. Against Crimson’s better judgement, she could feel herself getting moist between her legs from the spectacle unfolding on the sofa opposite her and the wonderful things Cherie was doing with her finger nails down her back. “Henry, have you got some towels and massage oil so that I can give Crimson a proper massage?” Cherie asked. “Come on Crimson, stand up and let’s get this sexy little dress off, we don’t want to get it messed up with massage oil, now do we?” Almost in a trance, Crimson stood up and turned to face Cherie. As Cherie stood up to face her, Crimson could see she was about the same height as her. Crimson bent to take off her stilettos but Cherie stopped her. “No not the red shoes, let’s leave those on, they’re such beautiful shoes. But I think this dress should definitely come off.” Cherie found the end of the bow holding Crimson’s dress together and slowly pulled it letting the folds of silk drop open like a curtain, framing Crimson’s beautiful tits, lacy thong-covered pussy and sheer hold ups. “Wow, come and look at Crimson, Henry. She’s even more gorgeous with her clothes off! Pretty as a picture!” Henry, who had been to the wet room to find fluffy towels and massage oil, stood next to Cherie and gently prised the cups of Crimson’s push up bra down so that her breasts were displayed to them both, as if on a platter for their delectation. Henry bent his head and sucked on one nipple, whilst Cherie took the other firmly between her red lips. “Mmmm, and she tastes delicious.” purred Cherie. As Cherie stood back to survey her handy work, she noticed that one of Crimson’s hard brown large nipples was now tinged with the red lipstick Cherie was wearing. “I think we better even this out a little, Crimson, otherwise you’re going to look a little odd with one brown nipple and one red” and Cherie sucked on the other breast, still wet with Henry’s spittle, leaving a red lipstick mark to match the other breast. Henry slipped his tongue into Cherie’s mouth and French kissed her. He then pushed back the sofa which Crimson and Cherie had been sitting on and spread the towel out on the floor. He stood behind Crimson, peeled the dress from her shoulders and guided her forwards, directing her to lie down on her front on the towel. Then Henry took his position in his armchair again, right in Crimson’s eye line, and took out his hard dick and started strumming it again. Crimson looked over the other two girls on the sofa opposite, who had stopped for a moment to watch Henry and Cherie playing with Crimson, but had now gone back to making out with each other. Francesca had undone Jo’s halter choker so that she was completely bare from the waist up, the choker and front of her jumpsuit lying like a bib in her lap. Francesca was kneeling in front of Jo, busily sucking on her tits and rubbing her pussy through the thin green silk so that a moist patch was evident through Jo’s trouser suit. She was lying with her head flopping back over the sofa and her legs were loosely akimbo, enjoying Francesca’s ministrations, now unaware of anything else happening in the room. “Right Crimson, I think we better undo this bra otherwise the strap will spoil the massage for you.” Cherie hitched her leather skirt up high on her thighs so that Henry now had a clear view of Cherie’s shaved twat, which was glistening from her inner moisture seeping out. She straddled Crimson’s prone body and knelt with her knees either side of Crimson’s torso. Then she slowly rubbed her bare pussy over Crimson’s bottom so that Crimson was in no doubt how turned on Cherie was. With a snap Crimson’s bra was undone and Crimson felt free and naked. Cherie drizzled the massage oil down Crimson’s spine so that she could feel it running down the curve of her back to pool in the indent at the bottom. Then starting from the crack in her bottom, Cherie spread the oil up over Crimson’s tanned smooth back and back down her spine, dragging her nails over her skin on the down motion. Crimson looked up at Henry and could see he was rhythmically massaging his own cock as he watched the spectacle unfold in front of him. His pre cum was gathering on top of his fat hard cock as he got more and more turned on. He glanced over at the other two girls and his wanking rhythm increased. Francesca had stripped Jo completely of her cat suit. She had pushed Jo’s legs as wide as they would go and she was holding back the lips of Jo’s pussy, staring at her inner beauty. Francesca leaned forward and spat on Jo’s twat which brought a gasp from Jo. She watched the spit slowly slide down Jo’s fanny over her clitoris (which was hard and peeping out now) and down into her open vagina. Francesca spat on her again, the spittle hanging from her lips as it touched Jo’s skin. This time Francesca leant over and slowly followed the path of the spittle with the tip of her tongue, across Jo’s clitoris and down to her open vagina. She then went back up to the top of Jo’s fanny and placed little kisses all the way down it, and then did it again more firmly, sucking this time, until she got to Jo’s vaginal hole and started sucking her juices out in earnest. Jo was trembling, arching her back, and begging for more. While she was doing this, Francesca rooted around in her handbag on the floor by her feet and pulled out a bright pink dildo. She sucked it a couple of times to get it good and wet. When she deemed it wet enough she slowly pushed it into Francesca’s vagina. She pushed it in and out slowly with one hand, started to pinch Jo’s nipples with the other and at the same time licked around the edge of Jo’s clitoris. “Suck it, suck it” Jo screamed but Francesca just laughed and continued to tease Jo by not quite touching her love button. “Ok, Crimson, I think it’s time to do the front now”. Cherie whispered in Crimson’s ear. Cherie’s words brought Crimson back to the sensual touch of Cherie behind her. Cherie stood up so that her legs still straddled Crimson’s body and were wide apart. Crimson rolled over and had a stunning view of Cherie’s shaved open pussy lips, as Cherie stroked her finger up and down her own open gash. “And I think we can remove these now.” Cherie said, as she bent forward and hooked her fingers under the elastic of Crimson’s g-string and slowly pulled it down her stockinged legs and over her red shoes. As Cherie stood up Crimson could see that Cherie’s basque had loosened a little from bending down and was now perched just under her bee sting nipples, an erotic pose if ever Crimson had seen one. Cherie brought Crimson’s sticky knickers up to her nose and breathed in her female aroma then tossed them over to Henry who sniffed them deeply and licked the gusset then wrapped them round his dick and continued his wanking. Crimson felt completely naked now under Cherie’s gaze, although she still had on her black hold ups and high heeled red shoes. Cherie once again lowered her fanny on top of Crimson so that their wet genitals were rubbing against each other. “Your hairy cunt is tickling my clitoris, Crimson, do you know that?” Cherie giggled. “Have you ever thought of shaving all your hair off down there? I find that it really increases sensitivity, particularly in tight trousers! I almost get myself off whenever I put my jeans on! And now for your glorious tits! They really are enormous, I just love them.” Cherie leaned over Crimson’s breasts and Crimson thought she was about to suck her nipples again but instead she teased her by allowing the ends of her sharp cut bob to tickle Crimson’s breasts. Then Cherie sat up again, pressing her pussy against Crimson’s once again and looked up at Henry, who had now removed all of his clothes. “Henry, darling, can you come and undo me? This is far too restrictive an outfit for what I have in mind!” Cherie asked indicating her basque. Henry knelt behind Cherie and undid Cherie’s basque ribbons at the back. Then pressing his hard dick into Cherie’s back, he put his arms around Cherie and pinched and tweaked her little tits. Whilst Henry was playing with Cherie’s tits, Cherie raised the massage oil bottle high in the air above Crimson and slowly the oil started to spatter down on her nipples. Each time a globule hit her skin, Crimson moaned in anticipation of what was to come. Carefully Cherie put the bottle down on the table beside her and turned her full attention to Crimson’s body. The lubrication from the massage oil allowed Cherie to slide her whole torso up Crimson’s body until their tits were rubbing each other. Then very gently Cherie started to lick and then suck and bite Crimson’s mouth, teasing Crimson with her passionate kisses. Behind her, Henry had seen his opportunity, as Cherie’s pussy had now fully opened as she leant over Crimson. Henry rubbed his dick up and down Cherie’s twat to lubricate it with her juices, and inserted his dick slowly inside Cherie. Once he was in he pushed two fingers into Crimson’s cunt and started to move slowly in and out of both of them, making them moan. Cherie was fervently pushing her tongue into Crimson’s mouth and pulling her hair in the throes of passion. As she gyrated her hips in time with Henry’s fucking motions Crimson and Cherie’s clitoris’s rubbed harder and harder against each other. “Oh, Cherie, I’m coming, I’m coming” Crimson screamed, the slow build up of the sexual intensity now too much for her to contain herself any longer. Cherie could feel Henry’s knob enlarging inside her, a tell tale sign that he was going to spunk his wad inside her and she automatically started to squeeze his dick with her athletic inner cunt muscles. “I’m coming, you dirty bitch” Henry shouted as Cherie also started to spray her cunt juices all over Henry’s dick and Crimson’s cunt as she orgasmed. On the other sofa, the Jo and Francesca were now in a 69 position and both started to moan, as their orgasms hit like a domino effect after hearing the others coming. “Wow, that was amazing” said Crimson “but I am feeling a little squashed now with the two of you on top of me!” Henry and Cherie started laughing and peeled themselves off Crimson. It was the first time that Crimson had kissed another girl let alone done anything else with one. It had been amazing. For some reason another girl seemed to know just what to do to turn her on. “Come on girls, I think we all need a shower after all that exertion. You really are all hot babes! Wow, what an evening, and it’s not even finished yet...” he said almost to himself as he left the room. The girls all stripped off their remaining clothes where they stood and followed Henry to the wet room where the showers were already getting steamy. Henry was standing soaping himself down when they got there, foam running down his hairy paunch and all over his saggy balls and flagging dick. “Come on girls, the water’s lovely!” Henry shouted. The 5 of them got under the hot water together and started soaping each other. Crimson had never had so many hands touching her body at one time. She was a little reticent at first to touch the other girls, but Henry took one of her hands and rubbed it over Jo’s tits and took the other and rubbed it over Francesca’s arse. Crimson closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feel of so many warm bodies in close proximity to her. She could feel someone’s finger rubbing her secret rose bud from behind and with all the soap could feel it slipping inside her. Someone else slipped a finger down between her inner lips and into her pussy, rubbing against her clitoris as she did so. As she opened her eyes, Crimson could see Henry pushing his now erect dick inside Jo as she bent over in front of him and he started fucking her hard. Jo was moaning and Crimson realised she was too. And once again they all came together setting each other off as their moans grew louder and their girl juices ran down their legs. “Last one in the swimming pool is a sissy!” Henry shouted, the first of them to recover from the orgasms they’d all experienced. She heard a splash as Henry dived in and the four girls all ran after him. They stood at the side of the pool watching Henry swimming front crawl to the other side of the pool. He was a great swimmer and looked about 20 years younger in the pool. As he turned and looked at them all they grabbed each other’s hands and jumped in together, screaming and laughing, tits jiggling, arses tensing, pussies moving through the air. They all landed with a splash and as they surfaced the giggling and laughing continued. It was great fun being with other girls, Crimson thought. She disentangled herself, swam over to the side and hauled herself up the steps. She turned and sat down, legs splayed, pushing her wet brown hair back with both hands so that her ample tits were pushed right out, the water running in rivulets down her body. Then she lay back completely relaxed. Her head started spinning as her mind ran over the events of the evening and the Champagne she’d already consumed. She’d kissed a girl – she’d done more than that, she’d had two orgasms this evening and had not even been fucked by a man! Just thinking about what had happened so far got her juices flowing again. What a night! As these thoughts were going through her head, she thought she could feel soft wet hair between her legs, then a gentle flick of a tongue against her clitoris. She wasn’t sure if she was imagining things until she felt it again, more insistent this time. She looked down her body, past her erect nipples and recognised that it was Francesca between her legs, halfway up the steps. She could see Fran’s eyes looking up at her and her nose nestled in her pubic hair, and what she could feel was Francesca’s small tongue licking her clitoris. Then she felt Fran’s small finger rubbing up and down her pussy lips, pushing them apart until she found Crimson’s hole and pushed her finger slowly inside her. Although Crimson’s body felt cold and shivery out of the water, her fanny was warm, and getting hotter. Francesca moaned sending vibrations across Crimson’s pussy, and as Crimson looked past Francesca she could see the reason for Fran’s moan was that Cherie was behind Francesca pushing her finger into her arse and her tongue inside Francesca’s cunt. A shadow fell over Crimson and as she looked up she could see Henry, standing there, slowly wanking his dick, his hairy fat balls and arse hole in full view. “Hello, sweetie! Fancy sucking on this?” he asked. He knelt over her and pushed his chlorine wet semi hard cock into her mouth. Crimson happily took his dick into her warm mouth and started moving her head backwards and forwards, as much as she could against the hard surface of the pool side tiled floor, giving his fat prick a blow job. Then Jo was standing there beside them all. “What about me? I want to be part of this too!” she said. She sat down, legs bent either side of Crimson’s head, close enough for Crimson to smell how turned on she was. Henry leant over and slipped three fingers inside Jo and started French kissing her. Crimson could see almost immediately that Jo’s nipples became erect and she grunted as Henry fucked her with his fingers. He slipped his thumb up to rub her clitoris and Jo started to orgasm again. “Oh, Henry, finger me, finger me!” Jo cried Henry pulled his dick out of Crimson’s mouth and started wanking it over her face. “Crimson, you dirty cow. Look what you’ve done to us all.” As he said that, his creamy thick sperm spewed over her face. Behind him Francesca started moaning, coming from the ministrations of Cherie, and Cherie who had been fingering herself at the same time came, turned on in part from the sounds of orgasms coming from the others and in part from her own fingers hitting her own g-spot. Once they were all dried off and dressed, each of the girls slowly got up and said goodbye to Henry and Crimson. It was only then that Crimson realised just how tired she was. She’d had an exhausting last week at work and now a girl on girl gang bang had completely finished her off. Henry led the way upstairs and she collapsed onto his Super King size bed, her eyes closing as soon as her head hit the pillow. When Crimson woke at about 10am on Sunday morning, she recalled a vivid dream like memory of being licked and sucked and touched all over by 3 other girls. As she opened her eyes and looked over at Henry lying sleeping beside her, she realised it had not all been the dream she’d first thought it was! She quickly got up, found her clothes strewn across the living room floor and got dressed. She had one last look round to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything, and left Henry’s house after scribbling a thank you note to Henry which she left on the side in the kitchen propped up on the kettle.