SERIAL FICTION

Four Good Friends And Their Happy Meetings

Shadows Of Mayday #25: Soraya, Veronica, Madison and Alison #2: The four friends became even closer on their trip away from home

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“Okay, here goes, ladies!” Soraya said after she had used her credit card to pay for a porn movie.

The four women settled in on the two couches.

Initially, they were uncomfortable, which translated to silly remarks about the images on the screen. Soon they went quiet and relaxed.

Soraya was the first to squirm.

Images of a busty blond woman licking the pussy of another woman sitting on her face and wanking the cocks of the men on either side of her filled the screen. The pussy of the blond woman was full in view, fingered and fondled by the two men on the screen. From the corner of her eye, Soraya noticed Alison couldn’t sit still either.

“Phew,” Madison said and moved in her seat. “I feel a bit flushed.”

“Me too,” Veronica whispered. Her voice was hoarse with lust.

Afterwards, none of the women could tell how it happened.

Soraya and Alison took their clothes off at the same time. Alison was shy, but once Soraya spread her legs and touched her own sex, Alison did the same.

The two other women watched as their friends masturbated, and soon they were also naked. Each woman fingered her own pussy, rubbed her own clitoris and fondled her own breasts.

Soon, however, they touched each other.

Shy and inhibited at first, but they grew bolder. The friends licked, sucked and fingered each other. They kissed, fondled and tasted each other. Some orgasms were quiet ones. Moans and groans guided other orgasms.

By the time the movie ended, the women had no attention for the snowy image that remained on the television. All their shyness had disappeared. They relished in discovering that each of them was different and needed to be touched in another way to reach a climax.

None of the friends had ever made love to another woman before, but all of them had dreamed about it.

At first, their movements were exploratory, but soon their actions were all about bringing the other to a climax. None of them preferred one friend to the other. They frequently swapped places. As the day ended, they were exhausted, but also fulfilled and relaxed.

They readied themselves to go out for dinner.

In the shower, Soraya kneeled and covered Veronica’s sex with her mouth. She pushed her tongue between her labia, flicking it up and down until she found her erect clitoris. Concentrating on the little button, she sucked it in between her lips and kept on sucking when she slipped a finger into her friend’s vagina.

Veronica grabbed her own breasts and moaned loud when the orgasm took hold of her body. Madison and Alison showered next. They lathered and washed each other’s bodies and ‘accidentally’ slipped fingers between labia or inside vaginas.

Fingering each other hard, they kissed and only stopped kissing when both of them had reached an orgasm.

The four women took much longer than normal to get ready to go to town for dinner. On their return from the restaurant, they went straight to bed. No more fucking happened that night, but the rest of their days in the house, they returned to caress, lick, and finger each other frequently.

By the time they had to check out on the seventh day, none of them wanted to go home. They waited until the last minute to pack their suitcases. In the car on their way back home, they were quiet.

Alison broke the silence when they were halfway to their destination.

“It’s a pity we cannot have the same fun back home.”

“Why not?” Soraya asked.

“Well, because… you know. Life. Husbands. Kids. Everything…” Alison said.

“Wait, I have an idea,” Veronica said.

“What idea?” Madison asked.

By the time they got home, they had a plan.

They would get together once a week under the pretense that they needed to exchange ideas on how to improve their work for the different charities. Like they had thought, their husbands didn’t object, even though their wives would have one more event that would take them out of the house at night.

From there on, every Thursday evening, the four women met at Veronica’s house. They locked themselves in the basement where Veronica had her office. They put on a porn movie, which they rarely watched. These evenings were all about sex and orgasms.

Their games went a step further than in the holiday house. Soraya had sneaked off to a sex shop when she visited another city for her charity work, where she bought vibrators in four different colors.

They sat with their legs spread and fucked themselves with the vibrators while watching each other. Sometimes they didn’t use the vibrators, but allowed their hands to do all the caressing and touching.

They had lots of fun and countless orgasms.

Three months later, the women told their husbands about their planned trip to South Africa. They wanted to be based in Cape Town, from where they would go into the townships to do volunteer work.

This time, the husbands asked for more information.

How long would their wives be abroad? Was it safe to go to South Africa, with the unrest there frequently was in the country? Would locals accompany them when they went into the townships?

The wives had answers to all the questions. Those answers satisfied the husbands. Not even the fact the women would be away from home for three months bothered the men. As long as the kids were taken care of and the women would be safe, the husbands didn’t mind them making the trip.

In the month before their trip, excitement ran high.

This made their Thursday evening gatherings even more intense.

They explored several positions, experimented with anal sex and with pain. Alison discovered she loved being spanked, while Soraya liked to have her nipples twisted and pinched.

Veronica wasn’t into pain at all, but loved to fuck herself in the ass with her vibrator while she frigged her clitoris.

Madison discovered a sadistic side of herself. She enjoyed spanking Alison until her ass was bright red. The wetness between her legs increased when she saw flashes of pain on Soraya’s face as she tortured her nipples.

Lust and passion for each other mixed with excitement for their trip. It was the drive behind their intense orgasms and exploring actions.

Alison took care of the arrangements for their trip to South Africa. She sourced a furnished apartment in Sea Point for their three-month stay in the country. The plan was that the four women would help with cooking and serving food in two of the townships. They would also visit old age homes to read to the old people or just to keep them company to make their days less lonely.

There was enough room in the schedule to visit other places and experience the diversity of the country.

The women traveled to the airport by taxi early one morning, after they had kissed their husbands and children goodbye the night before. At the airport, they quickly checked in. They roamed the tax-free shops, where they bought cookies and candy to eat during the long flight.

On the plane, they had no problem to find their seats. They were lucky enough to sit in the first row of their section, in the middle of the plane. The four friends sat together, Madison and Alison in the aisle seats, Soraya and Veronica in the middle.

Soraya leaned forward, looked right, then left and whispered when she had the attention of her friends: “Have you brought your vibrators?”

The other three nodded fiercely, smiled, and blushed.

“Of course we did,” Madison added to the nodding.

“I found a sex shop online,” Soraya said, and winked. “It’s near to the apartment. We might just have to go shopping in Cape Town.”

The others laughed, and they squeezed each other’s hands. They were excited about this trip.

Even though their lives had been less boring in the past months, they looked forward to being away from home. What excited them even more was the prospect of being together day and night for the next three months and having all the sex they wanted.

Continued: Shadows Of Mayday #26

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This story is a work of fiction, and the author’s tribute to all victims of air crashes. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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