‘Now, Derek,’ I murmur, tongue tangled with hers, ‘Where were we?’
I move very slightly, slipping him further inside. He thrusts eagerly, and I pull away teasingly. My toy. Jane squeezes her breasts together, brushes her nipples over his mouth while I relent and rock gently, up and down, easing slowly down until his cock fills me. I tickle his balls softly again and he groans, muffled by the twin mound of Jane’s breasts.
‘What a thing to tell your mates, honey,’ I murmur, keeping above him, gripping him with my cunt, holding on to his shoulders, kissing my Jane. To keep him in place I have to do the work, keep moving and tilting, almost dancing up his length as I start to engulf him. My pussy lips nibble, just as my mouth is nibbling Jane’s, and the excitement is overwhelming.
Once or twice his cock nearly slips out again, so I make tiny fast movements, plunging harder onto him, pulling Jane’s head down so I can keep kissing her. He’s groaning loudly now. Jane’s nearly suffocating him. I’m working him like an instrument, mercilessly using him, all he can do is lie there, tied to our table, while I luxuriate in the knowledge that I could keep him there all day if I wanted to, my own sex toy. Our sex toy.
Friction sparks up me then dies, sparks up again. Doubt he’s ever done this before, had two women writhing all over him. I bet he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. He’s groaning and swearing, losing what little control he had, bucking furiously under me as Jane starts to moan as well. I wonder if she’s fingering herself, but when I glance I see she’s released one of his hands from my apron strings and is impaling herself on his free fingers. Christ, that’s so dirty, using him like that, it makes me grind even more furiously, his cock right up me now, my hands squeezing her breasts too, pushing them into his mouth, soft and warm, my cunt gripping his cock and clenching –
And through the window, don’t forget, Shona Shaw, watching the lot!
We all speed up, excitement mounting, his cock is rock hard inside me, and he’s starting to come, I can tell, his cock is swelling and pumping, and I can’t help it, I’m grinding down on him, faster, faster, lapping at Jane’s mouth, knowing she’s being fucked by his fingers, we’re all in ecstasy, bands of excitement tightening inside me, and then he comes, I come, his spunk spurting up me, making me scream into Jane’s face, hearing Derek’s muffled yell as she stuffs her nipples further into his mouth and gives one of her sexy shuddering climactic moans.
I roll off him. Jane jumps quickly round to lie next to me on the sofa. Derek looks at us embracing each other. His mouth is drooling open. He stares at his wilting cock.
‘Are you alright, Derek?’ I ask him, twining my fingers in Jane’s hair.
He flushes scarlet, yanks his hand out of the remaining tie, and scrambles to his feet, muttering to himself and hopping about trying to zip up his trousers.
Shona Shaw is in the doorway. ‘Job done, Derek?’
‘Oh, fuck,’ mutters Derek, sidling towards her. We start shaking with silent laughter. There’s frantic whispering at the door, and a creak of floorboards and the rubbery sound of discarded wellies.
‘I should say that’s a wrap, wouldn’t you, Derek?’ giggles Jane, and we’re off in uncontrollable laughter. ‘Got what you needed, Shona?’
Shona plucks at her assistant’s sleeve. ‘Everything I need,’ she says, flushing. ‘Now come along, Derek.’
Derek troops obediently after her, throwing a yearning look over his woolly shoulder. I run my finger down my cunt, where he’s just been, then lick it like a lollipop.
‘I dare you. Give her one, Derek,’ I call after him.
The door slams behind them, and we rush to the window. Shona is wagging her finger at Derek as he, aware that we’re watching, attempts to accelerate the car manfully over the pot holes in our lane.
Jane climbs on top of me, rubs her sore nipples into my face. ‘That’s your man quota for today,’ she growls, writhing against my pussy. ‘I need some real loving now.’
I laugh, licking one cute nipple. ‘She’ll be so horny after watching all that, I bet she’ll have Derek in a lay-by before they reach the M5!’
Political Prey
by Jim Baker
S o this is it, the last night.
He looks so peaceful, sound asleep on the bed.
I’m tempted to keep him longer but I need to get away, take a break.
It will give me a disposal problem, but I managed the others.
Is it really only three weeks since I first saw him walking down the street?
I lifted the edge of the curtain and watched him. He was calling at all the houses in the street. He was carrying a clipboard in one hand, and a briefcase in the other. There was a big red rosette on his lapel. He looked young, although he was still too far away for me to get a good look at his face.
Young ones were always more fun.
I let the curtain drop, went through to the lounge, and poured myself a whisky and soda. I had plenty of time to get dressed. The black miniskirt and a tight silk blouse should have the desired effect, especially with the top three buttons of the blouse undone.
The bell rang about fifteen minutes later, and I opened the door.
He gaped at me and almost dropped his clipboard.
Well, I may not have quite the figure I had when I was wrestling professionally, but I do look after myself. I work out at least three times a week in the gym.
I waited until his gaze had gone from my tits to my legs and back up again.
‘Yes?’
His eyes met mine and I smiled at him over the rim of my whisky glass.
‘Um, yes. Hello. I’m David Peterson. I’m canvassing for Simon Jones. Local politician. For the council. This is my official badge.’ He waved a piece of plastic at me as the words tumbled out. ‘I wondered if we can rely on your vote?’
‘Well, I’m not sure. Why don’t you come in and tell me more about Mr Jones?’
‘Oh, well, yes, thanks.’
‘Come on through. Sit down.’
He followed me, sat down on the settee, and stared around at the prints and drawings of the nude figures that adorned the walls.
I kicked off my shoes, sat down beside him, and let him extol the virtues of Simon Jones. He showed me figures to prove how much better off I’d be with Simon in power, opened his briefcase, and thrust leaflets into my hands. I let him talk while I examined him more closely.
I guessed him to be in his mid-twenties. He was thin, scruffy, and pasty-faced. There was the shadow of a beard on his chin and he needed a haircut. His fingernails were bitten to the quick and there were ink stains on his fingers.
But his hair was dark and curly and his eyes deep blue. I pictured him naked, spread-eagled on the bed…
I suddenly realised he had stopped talking. He was staring intently at me.
‘So will you vote for Simon?’ he asked anxiously.
‘Of course.’
He looked relieved, took a pen from his pocket, and made a note on his clipboard.
I put my hand on his arm.
‘You’re very persuasive. Your wife must be a very lucky woman.’
He laughed, bitterly.
‘I’m not married. Who’d want me?’
His face flushed and he started to get up.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said, embarrassed. ‘I should finish the street.’
I increased the pressure on his arm.
‘Don’t be silly. Stay and talk some more. It’s David, right? I’m Susie.’
He sank back wearily against the cushions.
‘Thank you, I don’t get to talk to many people. Especially to attractive women like you.’
‘David, you’re very kind. Would you like a drink?’
I persuaded him to take off his jacket and tie, brought him a whisky-soda, and let him talk.
It was a sorry tale.
He was twenty-five. He had dropped out from university after a year of studying history. His parents had left him enough money to buy a tiny apartm
ent in a seedy area of town. He’d had a series of no-hope jobs that had earned him just enough money to eat – badly, I suspected.
‘Like this canvassing job,’ he said.
‘What about friends, David?’
‘No one, really. I go to the pub sometimes and talk to people.’
‘Have you got a girlfriend?’
‘No.’
He stood up, walked across the room, and studied one of the nude drawings.
‘Do you like nude pictures, David?’
‘No, I mean, yes…’ he stammered. ‘Did you do this?’
He reached up and touched the reclining nude form.
‘No, David, that is me.’
He snatched his hand away and I laughed. ‘It’s all right, you can touch me if you want. Come back and sit down. Have another drink.’
I brought him a very strong whisky-soda, and he gulped down half of it.
His face was losing its pallor. I leaned forward to give him a really good look down my blouse, and stroked his cheek with one finger.
‘Would you like to kiss me, David?’
‘Oh, yes. Please.’
I put my hand behind his head and turned his face to mine. His lips were closed, and hard.
‘Open your mouth a little.’
His lips relaxed. I heard him gasp as the tip of my tongue found his. I kissed him hard, sucked his tongue into my mouth and unbuttoned his shirt. He moaned as I pinched his nipples between my fingernails. I bit into his lower lip and sat back. His hands were trembling and his forehead was shining with sweat.
‘David,’ I whispered. ‘Have you ever made love to a girl?’
He shook his head.
‘Not really.’
‘Tell me.’
He told me of a couple of pathetic attempts at college. His face burned red as he tried to find the words to describe his premature ejaculation, and the way that both the girls had laughed at him. Later on, he had tried with prostitutes, who had taken his money and sent him on his way.
I set my drink down, put a finger on his lips and pushed him back into the cushions.
‘Stay still.’
I pulled his shirt from the waistband of his trousers and tossed it across the room. He was thin and his skin was virtually hairless. He quivered like a nervous puppy. I kissed his chest and licked his nipples then took his hand and used it to fondle my tits through the silk of my blouse.
‘Take my blouse off, David.’
His hands shook as his clumsy fingers worked frantically at the tiny buttons. At last he succeeded, and pulled the blouse out from my skirt. He stopped, uncertain. I let it drop to the floor, reached behind me, and unhooked my bra. Leaning forward I put my hands on his shoulders and let the bra straps slide down my arms.
‘Take it off, David.’
He pulled the bra away, and fixed his eyes on my tits.
I lifted them towards him.
‘Feel them, baby.’
He cupped them in his hands and my nipples grew hard against his palms. I guided his head down and held him against me.
‘Kiss them, David. Suck my nipples.’
I kept my hand on the back of his neck and closed my eyes, savouring the sensation of his clumsy efforts. My nipples tingled and I felt the familiar heat building between my legs. I raised his head from my tits and looked down at the bulge between his legs.
‘Someone’s getting pretty excited. I think we’d better let him out, don’t you?’
I unfastened his trousers and pulled down the zip.
‘Lift up, baby.’ He raised his bottom, and I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and hauled them down to his thighs.
His cock was straining against a pair of white underpants, with the head just protruding from under the waistband.
I reached down and squeezed the shaft through the fabric, and ran the tip of my index finger up and down the little ridge of skin behind the head.
His body jerked as if he had received an electric shock and the breath came out him in a long rattling gasp.
I rolled the pants down, and pulled them away.
Not all of him was thin and scrawny. A long, thick rigid pole of flesh sprang free.
‘My, David,’ I said, softly. ‘You are a big lad. Those other girls don’t know what they missed.’
I slid down on to my knees on the carpet and took his cock in my hand. Beads of clear liquid pre-come oozed from the slit.
I rubbed my thumb through the slippery liquid and spread it across the hot, bulbous head. His breathing was getting faster and it was clear he was close to coming. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and felt it swell.
‘Come on, sweetheart,’ I whispered. ‘Come for me. All over my tits.’
I pressed the head into my cleavage and worked his foreskin up and down in a series of rapid strokes. He gave a great rasping groan. His cock jerked wildly in my hand and the first jet of hot fluid splattered between my tits. I gripped him tightly until his cock stopped pumping, and then squeezed out the last drops as he fell back, eyes closed, against the cushions.
I picked up my whisky and sipped it, relishing the warm feel of his sperm trickling down my body.
At last his eyes fluttered open and he looked at me, dazedly.
‘Come on, lover-boy,’ I said. ‘We both need a shower.’
I stood and took his hand. He rose, clutching his trousers, and followed me on shaky legs down the stairs to the basement bedroom.
‘The shower’s through there. I’ll be right back.’
He stripped and went into the en suite bathroom. I picked up his clothes, went out, and locked the bedroom door behind me.
I went up to my bedroom, stripped off my skirt and panties, took a hot shower and lay down on the bed, fantasising about what the next few hours would bring.
After about half an hour I prepared the drugs, and put the syringe on a tray. I slipped into a fresh pair of panties and went back downstairs.
I unlocked the door and looked inside.
The combination of whisky and sex had worked.
He was sound asleep on the bed, with a towel draped across his lower body.
It’s always the best time – the first few hours, when they don’t suspect anything.
You can let yourself go, and really have fun.
After that you have to be careful.
I slid the tray under the bed, sat down, and pulled the towel away.
His whole body was thin, almost emaciated.
His cock was lying on his stomach, soft and defenceless.
I stretched out on the bed beside him, took the flaccid flesh between my fingers, and played with it. I put my face close to his and watched as he woke.
‘Hello,’ I whispered.
His eyes widened and his cock grew in my hand.
I took his hand, guided it down between my legs, and rubbed his fingers up and down in the crotch of my panties.
‘Feel how wet I am down there, David,’ I whispered. I took his fingers under the waistband and into the hot damp forest between my thighs.
‘That’s right, David. Play with my pussy. Do you know where to touch a girl to drive her crazy?’
His cock grew like a steel rod and I stroked it slowly while I used my other hand to lead his finger to my clit.
‘Gently baby – oh, that feels good!’
I let him play with me for a few moments, and then took his hand away.
‘Would you like to take my panties off, David, and put your big cock right up inside my hot cunt?’
‘Please!’ The word croaked from his throat.
I teased him for a while, and eventually let him take my panties off.
‘Come on, darling,’ I whispered, rolled on to my back and splayed my thighs apart.
I waited until he moved between my legs and then, as he rose over me, I lifted my legs around his waist, crossed my ankles behind his back and took him into a wrestling leg scissor hold.
Before he could begin struggling I rolled back on to my sid
e and began to squeeze, tightening my thigh muscles across his stomach.
I wanted that cock inside me, but first I needed to find out how strong he was.
My experience in the world of female wrestling has left me able to handle almost anyone who isn’t either a pro-wrestler, or a lot stronger than me.
It didn’t take long. He struggled a bit and then groaned as I increased the pressure.
‘Please…’ he whispered.
I held him a little longer, then unlocked my ankles, turned him on to his back and straddled his chest.
I looked down at him.
‘Right, David,’ I said. ‘You can fuck me. But first you’re going to taste me.’
A bit of early domination is always a good idea. And having control over a guy always makes me incredibly horny.
I shifted up until my crotch was over his face, ground my knees into his biceps, and lowered myself until my pubic hair touched his chin.
‘OK, baby, this is your first lesson.’
I settled my cunt on to his face.
I stayed there for a long time, making him suck and lick. Three times I let my whole weight rest on his nose and mouth, grinding my cunt into him until he was desperate for breath.
At last the friction of his tongue on my clit made me shudder with pleasure, and I lifted myself off, rolled us over and pulled him down between my legs.
‘OK, David. Fuck me.’
He was clumsy, and I had to help him, but I finally had his big cock inside me, stretching the flesh of my cunt, and he thrust like a madman. He came in about two minutes, long before I’d started to feel anything.
But he was young.
A short session with my fingers and lips and the pole of flesh stood upright again, ready for action. This time was slower, and I groaned with delight as the orgasm rippled through my body and I felt him spurting inside me.
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