Burning Issue Ch. 4 -- Playtime
Picture the scene.
The sitting-room of a Northumberland hill farmhouse, stone-built, solid, windows now double-glazed against the chill of a Northumberland winter, the summer sunlight streaming through the windows.
In the sitting-room, a couch, with three women sitting on it. Three attractive women. In fact, three very attractive women, made even more so by the fact that they didn't have a stitch of clothing between them.
Three beautiful, naked women, each of them with legs spread to reveal their pussies, bare pussies, pussies shaved totally clean of hair, each of them gleaming moistly.
On the left, Betty Anderson, my mother's literary agent, spending a few days with us, partly to discuss aspects of my mother's work, partly just to escape office life for a few days. Forty-two years old, slim, almost wiry, athletic, dark gold hair twisted into a knot, held with a comb, shapely tits, not large, a nice handful, as I knew from experience, nipples erect.
In the centre, my girlfriend, Jenny Talbot, nineteen years old, medium height, slender build, shapely tits with large areolae, erect nipples, dark red hair in a loose braid at her back, staying with us for a week or so while her parents took advantage of a holiday offer that had come their way, sleeping with me, to our mutual pleasure, as Betty was occupying the spare bedroom.
On the right, my mother, Elizabeth Welch. Forty years old, slim, attractive -- very -- and with beautifully shaped tits, with erect nipples, like the others. A successful writer, with seven best-selling romantic detective stories to her name, which of course is why Betty was with us.
And why were the three women naked, and patently ready for sex? The answer was clutched in each of their hands, the dildos which Mum had bought online for each of them and which had been delivered not an hour earlier. Why the dildos? Because, try as I might, there was no way I could satisfy all three of them with John Thomas. Not and live, anyway.
All three? Including my mother? Yes, because Mum had made love to me as the most intimate way she could think of to thank me for saving her life, pulling her from her burning car after we'd been t-boned by a drunk driver. The experience had been so pleasurable that we'd both been keen to repeat the moment, and Jenny had joined us when she found out. Betty? Betty was four years divorced and when Jenny had said, 'you can borrow Gary', hadn't hesitated to do just that, a pleasurable time for us both.
So there they were, all naked, each of them with dildo at hand, waiting for me. Me? I'm Gary Welch, twenty-one years old, studying Computing for Industry at Northumbria University in Newcastle, presently on leave of absence while my hands recovered from the burns sustained in recovering my mother from the burning car.
And why were they waiting? Because the kinky souls wanted me to film them using the dildos and I was getting the camera ready to do exactly that. Despite my loyalty to Canon for my now only occasional use of film, using my trusty old solid Canon F1N, for digital photography my allegiance had changed to Nikon, having been given a Nikon D5200 DSLR by my mother for my eighteenth birthday, and also acquired a used Nikon D90 as a backup.
I had the D90 in my hands, 18-70mm zoom lens fitted, mirror locked up and ready to use as a video camera.
"Okay, ladies, your cameraman is ready. Scene setting shot first, please. Hold your new toys up for the camera, please," and I zoomed out to include all three of them, Jenny and Betty brandishing bright cherry-red toys, Mum a neutral translucent model, all three identical in size and shape, my erection having been carefully measured by Betty and Jenny while Mum entered the measurements in the online order form, the actual model chosen agreed by all three to be as close as possible to the size and shape of my erection, individual colour choice, all three toys having the owner's name inscribed on the grip.
"Okay," I said, "that's the scene set. I assume you each want a close up of actual insertion? Yes, I thought so. Okay, seniority order, please, Betty first, Mum second and Jenny third. Okay, Betty, do your thing." And I moved closer, zooming in on Betty so that the monitor screen showed mostly Betty's pussy area and the dildo as it approached Betty's soft wetness.
Having taken all three of them doggy-style at some point, I had a vivid appreciation of the way a woman's pussy lips spread and curved to receive an erection and I was delighted to see the same effect as Betty slowly inserted her new plaything.
"Oh, fuck!" she said, "that feels
good
!"
"Looks good, too," said Mum. "Me now, Gary?"
"Yes, please, Mum. Okay, go. Mmm, yes, looking good. You, now, Jenny, love. Yes, that's it, slide your new toy into that juicy pussy. Yes! Looking good, sweetheart."
I zoomed out again and backed up until I could get all three of them into the frame.
"Okay, ladies, give yourselves a blast!" I said, with a grin for them, and three dildos began to move -- audibly -- in three wet pussies. Mum and Betty were both playing with their nipples, hard nipples, while Jenny's free hand was playing with her clitoris. I played with the zoom, centring each one of them for a few seconds then zooming out again for a group shot. Needless to say, my erection was hot and hard in front of me. I gestured to it.
"First one of you to come gets the real thing," I said, and they laughed.
