Pierre le Valle - Yes, My Darling Daughter!

“I–I'm c-coming!” she panted, “now!” The last word was almost a scream.

Penny reached behind her, grabbed the “balls,” squeezing them rapidly. There was a squelching sound as fluid was pumped into the madly jerking girl, running down her thighs and on to the floor. Penny herself jerked hard, moaning, as she pretended to have an orgasm. Jean collapsed forward on the bench and Penny drooped on top of her, both of them shaking and panting.

We watched them gradually recovering from their “intercourse” and saw Penny just withdrawing from Jean, when on to the floor, wearing a policeman's jacket and helmet, came George, waving a truncheon. The two girls took one look at her and ran, with George after them, calling on them to stop in the name of the law. Blackout!

“How about that?” said Stella, when she could make herself heard above the applause.

“Fantastic!” was the only word I could think of at the time.

“I'll phone Rose now-shan't be long. And don't get yourself picked up while I'm away-they'll all be madly sexy after that last scene, and they're not all that fussy about taking someone else's girl-friend, given half a chance. You'd be whipped into the toilet and have your panties down before you could say 'knife'!”

“I'll watch out. I'll say my boy-friend's just outside making a phone-call-or should I say 'girl-friend.' I'm not quite sure which category we come under.”

“I'd say it was a mutual arrangement, darling-I don't feel at all mannish and I'm sure you don't. Let's say we're girl-friends-intimate girl-friend!”

“What would they want to do to me if they got me in the toilet?” I asked.

“Oh, all sorts of things: have a feel round you, masturbate you, or get you to masturbate them. Or, after a preliminary feel round, try and date you for a bed tonight! So you sit tight and the only way they'll be able to get at your 'business end' will be by boring a hole from under the chair!”

The lights had gone up and the music started again: couples drifted on to the floor. It gave me a very odd feeling as I watched two pretty women in their thirties, gazing adoringly into each others eyes as they danced, exchanging kisses; they looked so absolutely feminine. I smiled at the thought-Stella and I looked just as feminine, felt just as feminine. I thought of Phil and Jane at home and took a long pull at my glass to wash it away.

“Care to dance?”

I looked up, startled, as the voice broke into my reverie. It was one of the real “male” types, in a dinner jacket; I looked into the mannish face and felt a little nervous as her eyes devoured me.

“Er-no, thanks-I'm just waiting for my-my friend to come back.” I looked over my shoulder a little apprehensively, hoping I'd see Stella coming back.

“Don't worry, you're quite safe,” she chuckled. “I don't cheat!”

She turned away and I gave a sigh of relief as Stella came back to the table.

“Made a date with you?” she grinned.

“Not likely! I said I was waiting for you and she said not to worry, as she didn't cheat.”

“No-some of them play square. Well, I spoke to Rose-she's asked us over for tea.” Stella lifted the bottle. “Let's finish this up and get a taxi-it's not far.”

“No more for me-I'll be pie-eyed! I'll finish what I have in my glass.”

As we left, George looked me up and down and cocked an eyebrow at Stella.

“Lovely girl, your Rita, Stella-I take it she's booked?”

Stella looked at me and nodded.

“She's booked, I'm afraid, George. I agree with you, though-she is a lovely girl.”

“Ah, well, that's life! Enjoy the show, Rita?”

I said I had thought it fabulous, blushing at the comments about my person.

“Bring her again, Stella; let her see more of life- she seems to be a little inexperienced!”

“Pure is a much better word. George,” laughed Stella. “'Bye for now.”

“What is Rose like?” We sat in the taxi. “Will she mind your bringing me along? After all, you were her…”

“Good lord, no! She invited you, anyway. I've told you that was over a couple of years ago. Besides, she has another woman waiting for her to join her in Paris tomorrow. By the way-it's OK for the bungalow, any time we want to use it.”

“She sounds nice.”

“She is nice.”

“Pretty?”

“Mmm-hardly pretty: handsome, certainly. No — she isn't the mannish type, either. Dresses well, makes up well. A little older than us; let's see-she'll be just about forty now. Bigger, too-she has a forty-one bust, but she's fairly tall and carries it well. Auburn hair- very like yours.”

“Do you go for auburn-haired women, Stella?”

“Don't know — I haven't really thought about it. You jealous?”

“Don't know-1 haven't really thought about it!” I mimicked.

“Now you've had a taste of it, who knows- you may start running round trying to make all the women you can lay your hands on!”

“I should think that most unlikely.”

“Did that show do anything to you? Here-let's have a little feel!”

“Stella!” I frantically tried to hold my skirt down as Stella's hand went to my knees.

“Well what about the titties, then — those nipples should be as big as…” the hand went up to my bosom.

My hands immediately shot up to protect them. Too late, I. realised it had only been a feint to get at me down below. Her hand at once came down and was under my skirt and between my thighs before I could close my legs. I jerked with sensation as soon as her fingers touched my crotch.

“Stella! No! Please-what will the taxi-driver think.”

I fought to pull her hand out, blushing furiously.

“They're used to this. Besides, he's concentrating on driving-he won't even notice. Golly-your panties are pretty sticky!”

“What did you expect? Taking me to a place like that?”

“Would you have liked Penny to have done that to you?”

“In front of all those people?” I gasped. “In private, then?”

“I don't think so.” Then I smiled at her. “She hasn't got such nice titties as you have!”

“Thank you! You'd let me do it to you, then?”

“Mmm-I didn't say that!”

“You think you'd like it, though.”

“I didn't say that, either! Now will you please take your hand from under my clothes. The taxi's slowing down-quickly, Stella-he'll see us!”

“We're here, anyway.” Stella at last took her hand out from under my skirt, letting me push it down to a respectable level as she opened the door.

She paid off the cab and we went in to a small block of recently built flats. We got into the lift and she pressed for the second floor. Stepping out of the lift, we found ourselves in a short corridor with two doors on either side.

“It's number five,” said Stella, going over and thumbing an illuminated button below the figure five.

The door opened and I realised Stella's description of the woman who stood there smiling at us was very accurate. She was tall, handsome, auburn haired and full-breasted, dressed in a snugly-fitting up-to-the-minute maroon dress that hugged her wide hips and breasts. She was beautifully made up and not a hair of her head was out of place. We went in as she stood back.

“Great to see you again, Stella,” she said as she closed the door. She took her into her arms and gave her a great hug, kissing her full on the mouth. Then she turned and looked at me. “And this is Rita. How are you, my dear?” She bent and kissed me on the cheek. “She's a lovely girl, Stella.”

“So George was saying-think she had a few ideas about her?'

“I'll bet she had! What did you think of the show, Rita?”

“I think her panties suffered considerably!” put in Stella, before I could answer. “Stella!” Once again, I was furiously blushing.