Pleasuring a Granny. Ch. 8


Doreen’s Birthday Treats


November 2013

8am.

Doreen’s car was already parked when I arrived at Brenda’s house. I let myself in and as I entered the living room, I could hear soft sounds coming from upstairs so onwards and upwards climbed the intrepid adventurer.

Through Brenda’s bedroom doorway I could see Doreen on her back, pillows under her backside lifting it well clear of the mattress, her legs were high and wide apart, with Brenda’s arms between them pulling them back.

Brenda was in her favourite 69 mode, her head down to allow her to eat Doreen’s labia, and invade her vagina with her tongue.

Doreen of course had her face between Brenda’s thighs. Giving thanks for a superb central heating system, I eased my trousers and underpants off and added them to the pile of clothing on the floor then I advanced with my stiff cock at the ready. Lifting Brenda’s head up, I motioned her to retreat, but Brenda, as always, had a different, but good, idea. She said, to Doreen:

“I bet you’d enjoy having something hard sliding in there now wouldn’t you?”

Doreen replied that she didn’t want Brenda’s vibrator inside her, she’d been promised a long session of Sapphic sex for her birthday and she was thoroughly enjoying herself eating Brenda’s sex without any interruptions, thank you!

Brenda replied that she rather thought that Doreen would enjoy having this inserted as it was a birthday surprise and anyway because Doreen had been promised as much sex as she could cope with, that was what she was going to get!

At this point, I climbed gently onto the bed so that Doreen wouldn’t feel any undue rocking.

Brenda reached for and held my erection then commenced moving slowly backwards as I moved forwards with Doreen still unable to see me because Brenda’s body was above her face, but finally Brenda was able to insert the head of my erection into the entrance to Doreen’s vaginal passage.

Doreen was in the middle of again, telling Brenda that she did not want her to use her vibrator, when Brenda scuttled backwards as I leant forward and thrust myself into her, my arms at either side of her head. Doreen couldn’t help herself, her legs went round me, and her heels pressed against my back.

I enjoyed Doreen’s body slowly for 45 minutes with a steady rhythm, just for the sheer pleasure of feeling a vagina gripping my cock and for the pleasure of seeing her breasts bouncing and rolling around and knowing that it was giving Doreen pleasure. Except for the slapping of my groin against Doreen’s vulva, her soft grunting, and the slight squeaking of the bed, there was no sound.

To give me a breather at that point, I stopped thrusting and concentrated on massaging her large, soft, breasts and teasing her hard, erect, nipples.

At this point, my lovely assistant Brenda came in with some soft cord and handcuffs with the words:

“I think we should practice restraint in these proceedings.”

She slipped a soft handcuff over one of Doreen’s wrists, clipped the cord to the ‘cuff, threw the other end under the bed, and carried out the same manoeuvre to her other wrist. Straps were fastened around Doreen’s thighs and then cord once again used to connect them. I was told to get off Doreen, and very reluctantly, I obeyed. We left Doreen there and went downstairs to the kitchen, made ourselves coffee, got some biscuits and a glass of milk with a straw, then returned upstairs to sit in chairs at the bedside.

We sat, and as we had our snack, told each other how exceedingly erotic the scene was and what experiences we thought Doreen would like her body to have now. Brenda wanted to eat Doreen again whilst I said that at some point today I wanted her standing up because she was going to experience sex in an upright position instead of whilst she was laid flat on her back, kneeling or bending.

Doreen told us that we were being cruel because she couldn’t move and she would like something to eat and drink as well.

I explained that today she could have only milk until midday after that she could have whatever she wanted, providing that, until then, Brenda and I could have whatever we wanted.