As I pushed myself upright and took a step toward her, a hand took mine.
‘Dreaming about making sweet music with that little cutie, are you? She certainly got off watching your performance!’
Katie was barefoot, her eyes were gleaming, and her face was flushed. She was wearing a man’s long shirt and nothing else.
‘Come on, I’ve got something you’ll like!’
She pulled me across the room to the stairs.
The couple on the sofa were screwing now. The girl’s panties lay on the floor, and the guy’s jeans were halfway down his buttocks. He was thrusting in and out of her with long, hard strokes.
Katie led me up the stairs and into her bedroom, where Beatles music was playing softly.
The dark-haired guy was lying naked on the king-sized bed, with his eyes closed. My eyes went straight to his cock. It was lying half-erect on his flat stomach. My gaze slid over the olive skin of his chest to his handsome face and curly black hair.
‘This is Tony. Not bad, eh?’ Katie chuckled. A pair of bright blue eyes opened, and he grinned up at us.
‘So I guess you’re Judy? Katie told me you two girls like to swing both ways.’
He looked from me to Katie and back.
‘Well, I know she’s a real redhead. Are you a natural blonde?’
‘Well, Tony, Katie and I’ll have some fun and you’ll soon see. But first let’s change the music. You look like an opera lover’
‘Of course. I’m half Italian.’
Ignoring Katie’s protests, I removed the Beatles CD from the music system and replaced it with Verdi’s Aida.
As the music filled the room, I turned to Katie and held out my arms.
‘Come here, baby.’
I looped my left arm around her neck, pulled her up against me, and kissed her hard. I tugged the shirt she was wearing over her head, and rolled her on to her back. She moaned as I pulled gently at the mass of red curls between her legs and let my fingers roam over the soft fleshy lips of her cunt.
‘You’re so wet, baby,’ I whispered in her ear. ‘What have you been up to?’
My lips wandered down to her breasts and I took a nipple between my teeth, bit it gently, and then sucked it, hard. Katie let out a little scream as I pushed two fingers into her cunt.
I looked up at Tony. He was nursing a huge erection and with my free hand I pointed at it and then at Katie’s open mouth.
He grinned, slid across the bed and positioned the tip of his cock by her lips, put his hand behind her head and slid it into her mouth. Her eyes opened as she began to suck, and she took his cock further into her mouth. I moved down the bed and knelt between her thighs. I pushed her knees wide apart, and lowered my face into her soaking crotch.
I licked her clit, and then took it between my lips and sucked. I closed my eyes and let my senses slide until there was nothing in my world other than the glorious music in my ears and the bittersweet taste of Katie in my mouth. From far away I heard the sound of her voice.
‘Go on, Tony, now!’
The mattress bounced, and I felt my skirt thrown up over my back. My panties were pulled aside, and the hot tip of a cock parted my pussy lips. Strong arms came around me, and I shuddered as fingers tweaked my nipples.
‘Ready?’ he said, and slid his cock inside me in one long thrust.
‘Oh, fuck!’ I’d realised he was big but I’d never been filled like this.
Tony settled his hands on my hips and began to ride me with slow strokes, then I heard him laugh as his tempo speeded up.
‘I told you I liked opera,’ he said, and I realised I was being expertly fucked to the rhythm of the Grand March in Aida.
Again and again his cock hammered into me and my body began to tingle. The muscles around my cunt tightened as the orgasm built and built. Bright lights were flashing in my head, and I was lost in the sensation of the music and the fantastic cock inside me.
My mouth was still buried in Katie’s cunt; my tongue worked automatically and I felt her hand on the back of my head forcing me onto her harder until suddenly she screamed and hot liquid gushed into my mouth.
Tony thrust even harder, and as his finger touched my clitoris, an intense orgasm ripped through me. I heard him yell as more hot liquid pumped into my cunt until I collapsed forward, and lay flat on my stomach, exhausted.
After a few minutes I heard Katie’s laugh.
‘Some cock, yeah?’
I rolled over and looked at Tony, who was on his back, eyes shut.
‘He deserves a rest.’ I laughed.
Katie stroked my hair gently.
‘Thank you for making me come,’ she said. ‘Come here.’ She kissed me and I pushed my tongue, still coated with her juice, deep into her mouth.
‘Dirty bitch,’ she murmured, after sucking it as hard as she could. ‘Do you want me to eat your pussy?’
‘What do you think?’
‘Lie down.’
She had me completely off my guard. As I turned on to my back, she straddled me, her knees on my biceps, and her crotch inches from my face.
‘Get off!’
‘Ask nicely, then.’
She wriggled herself a little further forward until her pubic hair tickled my chin.
‘Say pretty please.’
‘Bitch!’
I struggled but Katie is bigger and stronger than me, and she held me easily.
‘Now that’s naughty.’
She moved her crotch directly over my mouth.
‘One more chance.’
I glowered at her then turned my head to look at Tony, who was propped up on one elbow watching the action with a broad grin on his face. I guessed Katie had set up this little scenario in advance, and I had a pretty good idea why.
‘Cow!’
‘Dear me, Judy, that’s very naughty.’
She lowered herself on to my nose and mouth until I could barely breathe.
‘You’ll have to be punished for that.’
Her knees clamped against my ears and she let her whole weight down on my face, grinding down as I fought for breath, then lifted herself up leaving my mouth and nose full of the musky smell of her sodden pussy.
‘Please let me go, Katie,’ I whimpered.
‘Not just yet. Now start licking, you know exactly how I like it.’ Reluctantly I began flicking my tongue in and out of her pussy. ‘Come on sweetie, you can do better than that. You’re staying right where you are until you make me come, so work a bit harder. I’ll teach you to play jokes on me.’
As I thought, this was her revenge. I brought the tip of my tongue on to her clit, and went to work. ‘That’s better.’ Katie was beginning to breathe faster. ‘Let’s see which of us gets there first. Look.’
She unclamped her legs and I turned my head to see the tip of Tony’s erect cock an inch from my face with Katie’s hand pumping on the shaft
‘I’d shut your eyes if I were you,’ she said gleefully. ‘He’s pretty close.’
The last word came out as a groan as my tongue took her over the brink and the flood of her juice into my mouth coincided with a jet of hot semen across my eyes and nose as Tony climaxed.
I lay still with my eyes closed and felt Katie’s weight lift off me.
‘Wipe your face, darling,’ she said and a piece of cloth was pushed into my hand. I wiped the sticky goo away and opened my eyes to see the cloth was a pair of men’s underpants, presumably Tony’s. I hurled them away, and the other two laughed.
‘I think we’re even, Judy,’ said Katie. ‘Why don’t you take a shower?’
I stood up from the bed without a word and stalked into the bathroom. As I closed the door I her voice murmuring, ‘Come on big fellow, let’s see if we can get that cock hard again.’
I pulled off my damp, wrinkled skirt, turned the shower on full, and stepped inside. The hot water pummelled me and I rubbed shampoo vigorously through my hair. I stood under the hot water for a long time, soaping myself and watching the mix
ture of sweat and love-juices swill away down the drain. Then I towelled myself dry, wrapped a towel around me, and went back into the bedroom.
The Rolling Stones’ ‘I Can’t Get No Satisfaction’ had replaced Verdi, but hardly seemed to fit the antics on the bed.
Tony certainly had good powers of recovery, to my knowledge he had come twice in the last hour and, if Katie was to be believed, once just before that. Now her legs were draped over his shoulders, and she was digging her nails into his back as he pounded into her again. Both of them were wholly oblivious to my presence.
I wandered down the stairs into the lounge. Rolling Stones music was playing there as well. Half empty glasses and wine bottles were strewn around and at first I thought everyone had gone until I saw the couple on the sofa, still locked in each other’s arms, sound asleep.
I changed the music to Beethoven, poured myself some wine, slurped it down and poured some more. I slumped into a chair, and drank the second glass slowly, thinking about the games upstairs, and then laughed. Katie had won this round but my time would come.
The next thing I knew a hand was shaking me gently.
‘It’s OK, it’s Tony. Katie’s asleep. I’m off, thanks for some great music, and everything else.’ He grinned. ‘Tell Katie I’ll ring her.’
I looked at the clock and saw it was four-thirty. The couple on the settee had woken when Tony spoke, and started to make love again, so I left them to it and went back upstairs.
Katie was lying naked, sound asleep on the middle of the bed, arms and legs flung out like a starfish. It was far too good a chance to miss.
I opened her lingerie drawer and found two pairs of nylon stockings. I knotted two through the headboard and tied the other two to the base of the bed, making as little noise as possible. Then, very carefully, I tied the other ends loosely on to Katie’s wrists and ankles.
Katie started to wake as I tightened the knots on her wrists, but she was still groggy, and I had enough time to fix her ankles as well. She struggled frantically, but soon gave up and lay back, glaring up at me.
‘My turn, sweetie-pie,’ I said, dropping the towel. ‘I’ll be gentle with you. But first…’
I put the CD of Ravel’s Bolero on the music system.
‘Now baby, you’ll see why this is great music for sex.’
I pressed the ‘start’ button on the remote control and – as the first, soft strains of the music filtered into the air – I began to play with Katie’s body.
I started on her breasts, licking and sucking the nipples until she was breathing hard, then I moved down to her cunt. I played with her pubic hair, tickled the swollen lips of her vagina, and slipped my fingers in and out of her until she whimpered. My finger flickered over her clit as the rhythm of the Bolero built up steadily and I brought her nearer and nearer… then took my hand away and at the same time I stopped the music.
‘Jude, please don’t stop!’
She struggled against the bonds, desperate to get her fingers on her pussy and bring herself to climax while I sat and watched.
She came down slowly. I started the music again from the beginning and just as slowly brought her back up towards the brink with my fingers, a little nearer this time. As her body began to tense I picked up the remote control again and grinned down at her.
‘Guess what?’
After the fourth time she was weeping tears of frustration as she begged me to let her come.
‘Not yet, darling,’ I said. ‘You were greedy tonight, pinching both men. Are you still ticklish?’
A look of panic crossed her face. Katie wasn’t just ticklish; she was ultra-ticklish, to the point where tickling her would make her hysterical. I had watched once as two guys had held her down and tickled her at a college party. I thought she was going to die as she giggled, and wept, and screamed for mercy.
‘Please no, Judy. Don’t tickle me. Come on, I’ll eat you. I’ll make you come as many times as you want.’
‘Too late.’
Once more I started the music, further into the CD this time, where the persistent beat was louder and faster.
Her body went rigid as I straddled her across her waist, and placed my fingertips on her rib cage. She screamed as I put them to work, tickling up and down her ribs. The giggling started and turned to shouts of laughter as I worked up under her armpits and down again. Her body jerked and thrashed and tears streamed down her cheeks as I wriggled my hands under her knees and up and down the insides of her thighs, then back to her ribs again.
‘Please stop,’ she gasped, again and again. ‘I’ll do anything you want.’
At last I stopped, and she lay limp, gasping for breath.
‘No more, Judy, please.’
‘Just one last time. Where are you really ticklish, Katie?’
I knelt at the bottom of the bed.
‘Oh God, no, Judy – not my feet. Please don’t tickle my feet. I’ll go mad.’
I ran the fingernail of a little finger up the sole of her right foot and her body jerked as if it had received an electric shock.
‘Please don’t!’
The Bolero was moving towards its climax and the sounds of the brass shrieking and drums pounding crashed through the room
I did the same to the other foot with the same result.
‘You are a sensitive little girl, aren’t you? Are your feet more sensitive than your clit? Let’s see.’
I knelt on her thigh, pinning the leg down, and positioned myself so I could reach her foot with one hand and her cunt with the other. I played with her clit, and her rigid body relaxed. I pushed two fingers into her cunt and thrust them in and out, rolling her clit with my thumb. Her orgasm came closer and closer, and this time I had no intention of stopping.
Her climax coincided with the last screaming chords of music, and, as I felt her going over the top, I ran all four fingertips rapidly up and down the sole of her foot. Her body bucked and reared, she babbled incoherently, and then slumped down heavily on to the sheets.
After a long time she opened her eyes.
‘Christ, I’ve never come like that,’ she whispered. ‘I blacked out. I thought I was going to die.’
‘I told you the music was good!’
‘Untie me, baby. I must go to sleep.’
As the sunlight trickled through the window, we dropped off to sleep in each other’s arms.
I’ll have to keep my eye on her though – she’ll want her revenge.
Dangerous Games
by Eva Hore
My boyfriend and I have just started acting out new sexual experiences. Today he sent flowers to me at work. On the card, scribbled in bold print, was a message, Bedroom at six o’clock sharp. No peeking before then. Giggling I put the flowers in a vase on my desk and told my best friend, Carmen, what David was up to. She told me I had to report every detail to her the following day.
‘So what is it?’ I asked, when he finally picked up the phone.
‘I take it you received my flowers?’ he said, ignoring my question.
‘Yes, and they’re beautiful,’ I said.
‘Not as beautiful as you,’ he whispered.
‘Are you going to tell me what you’re up to?’ I asked.
‘No,’ he said, ‘and I don’t want you ringing me all afternoon. Just do what I ask and, I guarantee, this is one night you’ll never forget.’
‘OK,’ I said, with my pussy beginning to throb. ‘I’ll see you at six.’
On the way home in the train, I couldn’t help but smile. An old lady sitting across from me smiled back. She would have died had she known what I was thinking. David’s cock and what he could do with it was consuming my thoughts.
At two minutes to six I entered the bedroom to find a package in the centre of the bed. Excitedly ripping the paper to shreds, I found inside a sexy red teddy, suspenders, stockings, a red silk scarf and a note.
The note said that I was to change into the underwear, blindfold myself and wait patiently on the edg
e of the bed. I stripped my clothes off quickly, inching up the teddy which was high cut on the leg and very low in front, exposing most of my breasts. The stockings were silk, and as I hooked them into the suspenders I glimpsed myself in the mirror and knew David would like what he saw. Painting my lips with bright red lipstick, I looked like a sexy vamp, just the effect I wanted. Adjusting the teddy and posing on the bed to look as alluring as possible, I blindfolded myself and waited, anxious for him to arrive.
My body was becoming stiff and my legs were cramping before I heard the door slowly creak open. Finally! I was beginning to wonder if this was going to turn out a practical joke. Footsteps came closer. I sensed his presence near the end of the bed. Neither of us spoke. The silence only heightened my desire as I sat there waiting for him to begin.
Finally, I asked, ‘David, is that you?’
He didn’t answer.
‘David,’ I said again, giggling to overcome some nervousness. It flashed through my mind that perhaps it wasn’t him at all, and I was sitting, practically naked, in front of a stranger, begging to be fucked. I realised that this was probably how David wanted me to feel. He was always saying it was healthy to fantasise, because the action was going on in your head and you weren’t hurting anyone.
So I sat patiently, imagining a complete stranger, perhaps a burglar, standing before me. This man would probably wonder why I was wearing a blindfold and sexy teddy, and what I was waiting for? It would have been obvious that no one else was at home. He might contemplate stealing some sexual favours from me before helping himself to some of our other possessions.
I was smiling slightly, toying with the idea when a hand on my shoulder pushed me back on the bed. Licking my lips, I lay there excited, titillated by my own thoughts. As he shifted his weight onto the bed I rolled towards him, and I noticed he was wearing a different aftershave. The sly dog really was trying to confuse me.
My breath caught in my throat as ice cold fingers pushed me back over and then slid under my straps, lowering the top of the teddy down, exposing me. Goose bumps prickled my flesh as the fingers lightly danced over my breasts, pinching the nipples and then trailed up my neck and around my chin only to run across my lips, before entering my mouth.
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