CHAPTER 2: FIRST TIME TWICE
Introduction: The chapters of Hotbeds are supposedly written by an elderly man recalling his sexual adventures as a prep school teacher in the 1950s and 1960.
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Were these women, these Lesbians, really offering proper, all-the-way sex?
'If you would like to, that is,' said Gwen. 'You might not fancy it with a couple of old bags like us.'
'Bags' they were not. They were in their late forties, I guessed. Gwen was a large, dark, but well-proportioned woman, broad in the beam and big busted. Tony was a tall, rangy Australian with reddish hair and bright blue eyes.
'But I thought you were...' I began.
Tony said, 'Yes, we're dykes sure enough, but we've nothing against blokes. We've had a few in our time, though not much since we got together in the War. The only thing is it would be both of us together. We share everything, you see.'
I was speechless, and they laughed, recognising that I was ready, willing and able, and, beyond that, deeply moved by their affection and kindness. I turned my head to thank Gwen and she put her mouth on mine and sucked my lips. Then she stopped and pushed my head the other way so Tony could do the same.
Tony said, 'Are you ready, feller?'
They got up, pulled me up and sandwiched me in a hearty hug, patting my bottom, nibbling my ear, pushing their breasts against me.
'He's ready,' Tony said, feeling for my erecting cock.
I had never been in their room. Two single beds had been pushed together, covers folded back. They had put the gas fir on earlier, so it was warm. They efficiently undressed me.
'Don't do anything yet,' Tony ordered. 'We're in charge. OK?'
They also disrobed, sweaters, shirts, skirts and bras, till they were standing in their white cotton knickers.
Gwen's breasts were large, slightly sagging, with huge, dark red, areolas and nipples. Tony's were smaller, pear-shaped, but equally beautiful, their areolas paler.
'Bet you've never seen a ginger one,' said Tony, stepping out of her pants. And her bristly fuzz was, indeed, auburn. 'Like it?' she asked, 'Gwenny loves it, don't you, mate?'
'Garish,' Gwen said. 'This one's prettier,' and she whipped off her knickers to show me her luxuriant bush of shining straight hair.
They lay down on the bed, and Tony said, 'We're going to make love now, and you can join in. Some blokes find it exciting to see a couple of women together.'
What followed was one of the most amazing and beautiful sequences I have ever seen. By turns they nuzzled and licked nipples, stroking bottoms and pushing fingers into cracks.
They constantly kissed deeply, looked into each other's eyes and murmured endearments, which were partly for my enjoyment I thought.
'You long Outback beauty. I love you. I love the taste of your Ozzy bum.'
'Let me at that great round English arse. I'm going to run down your trackway and get my hooks into your dear old slippy cunno.'
'Get those thighs open. I want to see that slidey old twat.'
'Open your own. I'm going down into that billabong.'
Thus, they lay opened to each other and fingers glided along vulvas. 'You can look as close as you like,' said Tony. 'They're not the same, and different from you-know-who's, and from Madam's. Yes, we know about her.'
I knelt on the end of the bed, below their feet and laid myself carefully down on their thighs, bringing my face close to those active digits and those luscious slots. Gwen's inner labia were dark red, abundant, spread back from the glistening vagina. Tony's lips were narrower, neat rims to the paler pink opening.
'Both beautiful,' I pronounced.