by Bridy McAvoy
She kissed the side of his dick and then slowly licked her way up to the very tip in exactly the way she knew her fiancé liked.
She brought her head over the top of the rigid pole and gradually enveloped the whole throbbing end in her warm wet inviting mouth.
She heard Colin groan out loud as she did so and she hollowed out her cheeks as she sucked greedily on it. Christ this was getting her hot again. She allowed part of him to slip back out giving her the opportunity to run her tongue over the tip savoring the taste of his pre-cum as it leaked out in prodigious quantities.
She enveloped him again and began a plunging motion with her head drawing more and more of him into her oral cavity as she bobbed lower on his manhood. When the end of his penis touched the back of her throat he went wild.
Suddenly Colin took over. He pulled her head off and literally threw her back across the cab. In shock she felt him roughly pull her legs towards him and push them up to the ceiling lining. She was now flat on her back with her legs pointing straight up. He plunged on top of her and after a couple of seconds of fumbling as he got into the correct position she felt that familiar length slide into her ready and waiting pussy right to the hilt.
“No Colin, he said a blowjob…”
She gasped out her complaint, terrified that the driver would react to this in an awful way. Even as she did so her body gave the lie to her voice as she began to pump her hips up and down in time with his thrusts.
Realizing the futility of resisting the onslaught her own body also craved she turned to look at the driver. Just as Colin’s powerful orgasm carried her up and over into her own she realized the driver wasn’t there.
As she came down from the high she desperately tried to get Colin’s attention and point this out to him but he had collapsed breathless on top of her. Then she spotted the six by four card in the closed window where the gun muzzle had been for so long.
Her eyes focused with difficulty and finally the print snapped into focus.
Suddenly Colin raised his head and looked into her shocked face.
“Happy Birthday, Darling! Happy Birthday!”
Fantasies Incorporated: The Virgin
By: Bridy McAvoy
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Copyright © Sept. 2008, Bridy McAvoy
Cover Art Copyright © Aug 2009, Brightling Spur
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The Virgin
“God damn that bastard to hell!”
Slamming the door behind me, I let rip as I flung my keys into the tray kept in the hall for that purpose.
“What the…?” Tracy, my roommate, stuck her head out of the living room where my outburst had interrupted her favourite crime show on the box.
“Sorry, Tracy; it’s only me. It’s that bloody Pete again!”
“What’s he done this time?”
“You wouldn’t believe what that bastard said to me in the cinema tonight?”
“I can’t if you won’t tell me.”
“We got any of that wine left from the weekend? I need a stiff drink, then I’ll tell you. You want one?”
“Sure Angie. I’m not going to get to watch Horatio spring his surprise on the villain now; anyway they gave the plot away in the first few minutes again, I know it’ll be the driver.”
She followed me into the kitchen and watched as I poured two large glasses of wine from the bottle, emptying it in the process.
“So what’s he done this time, or by the look of you, not done?”
“You know what he’s not done!”
“What again; left you high and dry again, or is it high and wet?”
“Both again and you know what that son of a bitch said?”
“No, what?”
“Right after I’d blown the bastard, for like the tenth time this month, he has the cheek to say he won’t go down on a virgin let alone do it with one!”
“He actually said that?”
“Ah …huh.”
“The bastard!”
“He reckons that he’ll make love to me all night long but only after someone else has taught me the basics!”
“You were right, Angie, he is a bastard! Dump him!”
“I would, but you know, he’s got the nicest cock I’ve ever slid my lips around and I dream most nights about him fucking me with it.”
“There’s plenty out there girl, you don’t have to stick with this loser who doesn’t want the effort of taking your prized cherry! Teach you the basics indeed! Don’t bring him back here again, I’ll cut that nice cock off for you and you can mount it on a stand!”
“That’s sweet but I need to lose this damn tag before it takes over. I’ve got to lose this damn cherry but if Pete doesn’t want it on a plate how the hell am I going to manage it?”
* * * *
Saturday morning rolled around and it was nice to have the flat to myself for the weekend. Tracy had gone off for the weekend to visit her folks up state leaving me on my own. It’s perfect for a nice sexy weekend, in with Pete and no clothes and no calls. Only there was no Pete let alone any chance of a sexy sleep over. I had just jumped into the shower when the doorbell rang, loud enough to pierce the sound of the running water. Quickly wrapping a towel around my wet body and another around my dripping wet blonde hair I made for the door in a bit of a temper, I hate to be interrupted in the shower.
I opened the door with a scowl on my face to find two men in overalls standing there, one middle aged and one much younger. The older one spoke first.
“Tracy Brown?”
I shook my head no.
“Then you must be Angie Bannister?”
“Yes …”
“He was holding up an ID card and smiling at me as the excess water continued to drip below the towel and puddle on the floor around my feet.
“Landlord booked us to check the water and heating system; you know the annual check? Your roommate confirmed the appointment for me two days ago?”
I shook my head, no, Tracy hadn’t told me about this at all.
“She didn’t tell you right?”
“Sorry no.”
“Problem is sweetie that if we have to make another appointment then your landlord gets charged and I’m sure he’ll pass the cost on to you and your roommate.”
Sighing in exasperation I stood aside and let them carry their toolboxes inside and through to the kitchen area.
“Look do you mind making yourselves a cup of coffee whilst I get myself presentable?”
“No problem, do you want me to make you one as well?”
“Why not, the makings are right next to the kettle there, mugs in the cupboard above ok?”
As I waltzed back down the hall to the bathroom to dry off and quickly grab some clothes I realized that the towel was beginning to slip and both pairs of eyes were boring into my backside as I disappeared from view.
Fifteen minutes later, dressed in a denim skirt and sleeveless blouse with my hair tied up in a towel I perched on a kitchen chair and watched as the two plumbers began to service the boiler and check the piping in the kitchen. I realized the two men were constantly taking surreptitious looks at me whenever they thought I wasn’t looking. The older guy, Mike was servicing the boiler whilst the younger one, Steve had his head under the sink.
Suddenly I realized why I was attracting so much attention. The armholes on the sleeveless blouse were quite large and hung down. With my elbows
on the table as I nursed the coffee mug Mike from his vantage point had a pretty clear view into the side of my blouse and obviously liked the sight of the bra enclosed breast on show from that angle. My chair was facing Steve and I had unconsciously crossed my legs causing the skirt to ride up a little and from his angle he could see quite a way up my skirt. I blushed and quickly drew my elbows back in toward me closing one vantage point and uncrossed my legs and locked them together to block the other.
I realized Mike was looking straight at me and smiling gently.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing sweetie, I’m just amazed that a pretty girl like you feels the need to cover up like that. You have a great figure Angie and you should flaunt it.”
“You mean you would rather I’d dropped the towels when you came in than get dressed?”
“Definitely Angie, what about you Steve?”
“Phoawh! You bet, I love blondes!”
“In your dreams boys, never going to happen!”
“You mean you haven’t ever fantasized about being naked in the room with a couple of hunky plumbers? Two men who are really prepared to check out your plumbing?”
“Yeah right!”
Both of them had now stopped working and were watching me; wondering how far they could take this conversation.
“Don’t you sense a certain electricity in the air then Angie? A certain sexual tension?”
“So you think I’m just going to stand up and strip right now just because you said that?”
“No, I’m sure you would prefer for us to undress you.”
I let out an explosive breath, I hadn’t realized that I’d been holding it for the last few seconds. I must admit that the blatant talk was having an effect on me but this was more to do with the sexual frustration Pete had built up.
“Not going to happen.”
“You mean you haven’t dreamed about standing over a plumber wearing a short skirt and stockings and no underwear as he fixes a leak under your sink.”
“No”
I must admit the idea seemed so preposterous that I was smiling now; deciding these guys were kidding. Suddenly I realized Mike had stepped down from his step stool and was standing next to me. My stomach suddenly did somersaults and I could feel butterflies down there, as well as a surprising amount of dampness too.
Mike stretched out his hand and gently took the mug from between mine and then took hold of the hand nearest to him and gently raised it to his lips, all the while his eyes were boring into mine. I could see a real sparkle there and knew that he had every intention of carrying this through.
* * * *
Effortlessly he drew me to my feet and closed the distance between us. I was aware of the definitely muskiness of his masculine smell as he leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on my closed lips. He was several inches taller than me, a shade under six feet and I had to tilt my head back a bit in order to look up at him. He leaned in again and planted a longer kiss on my lips again. This time his lips parted and the tip of his tongue slowly flicked across mine. I shivered, I have always enjoyed being kissed but in two short kisses he had melted my reserves. There was no way this was happening but it was.
He leaned in again and this time as he pressed his lips to mine, mine parted under the pressure to allow the invasion of my oral cavity by his tongue which proceeded to fence with my own. I was vaguely aware that Steve had disentangled himself from the cupboard under the sink and had risen to his feet. He now stood with his back to the worktop watching his partner manipulate this woman in front of him. The fact that Mike was proceeding in this manner with an audience slowly sank into my brain and as he continued to kiss me his hands rose to my waist and starting at the bottom began to pluck the buttons on my blouse undone one by one. He broke the kiss and looked down at me as his hands rose towards the swelling of my breasts.
“See I told you, you would enjoy this.”
His hands were now directly between my breasts and I knew any moment the last two buttons would come undone under his nimble fingers and the blouse would be pushed backwards and off. It was as if this was the last point at which I could protest. Once I was down to my bra and skirt he would know he could take me.
“Please stop…”
His hands paused at the only button still fastened, their weight resting gently on the upper slope of my breasts.
“I can’t do this.”
“Why not Angie?”
“Because …”
He looked at me expectantly, his fingers gently tracing circles on the blouse as he toyed with that last button. I could feel the gentle pressure through the fabric caressing the soft flesh. My nipples were taut and hard against the bra and I knew that this would be obvious to both of them once the blouse disappeared. I looked down and realized it was already obvious; the little nubs were creating tents in the front of my blouse through the bra.
“Because what sweetie?”
“It’s not right.”
The denial of my obviously aroused state came out just as the last button slipped back through its button hole. With my blouse now hanging open he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine once again. I couldn’t help the instinctive response to his actions and my mouth once again parted to accept the invasion of his tongue. I was lost, and looking back I think I knew that as his hands brushed the blouse backward off my shoulders to fall discarded and unwanted to the floor.
His kiss deepened and I realized that Steve had moved closer and was now standing directly behind me. I broke the kiss and looked into Mike’s eyes, apprehension at the fact that there were two of them obvious on my face.
“It’s ok sweetie, we’re going to be very gentle now, aren’t we Steve?”
Steve’s voice sounded from immediately behind my ear as he leaned in closer, “Oh yes, very gentle with little Angie here, very gentle indeed.”
I could feel his body pressing up against me from behind and as Mike moved closer form the front I was beginning to realize what a slice of ham felt when pressed between two slices of bread. Only this mayo was going to be purely human in origin. The weird imagery crossing my mind coinciding with Steve’s mouth gently grazing across the back of my neck and the combination startled a giggle out of me and I felt Steve’s hands settle on my naked waist just above the waistband of my skirt.
“I get the feeling you guys work as a team like this a lot?”
Mike just smiled and leaned in to kiss me again, effectively silencing any further attempts at verbal delay. Steve’s fingers were massaging my naked skin whilst the one on the right slowly dropped to the side zip on the skirt and the sound of it being drawn down echoed loudly within my mind if not the room.
The hook and eye at the top of the zip proved no barrier either and the two men eased apart to allow enough space around my body for the skirt to be slid down. Within seconds I was standing there in my underwear sandwiched between two fully dressed men. I could feel the heat radiating off my own face as my body warred between embarrassment and passion. Mike began to push the shoulder straps of my bra down as he continued to kiss me and I could feel Steve’s fingers toying with my hips just above my knickers. Steve was kissing the back of my neck and the feel of two pairs of lips and two pairs of hands caressing my naked flesh simultaneously was sending jolts of electricity flashing through me. At that moment I was putty in their hands and they knew it.
Mike pushed and I pulled and my arms were now clear of the straps, the only thing preventing complete exposure of my breasts was the single clip at the back. Mike took hold of my arms and brought them up and I took my cue and wrapped them around his neck. Steve moved his hands up my flank without removing the delightful pressure of his lips from my neck and then moved them inward and the sudden relaxation of the nylon confirmed to me that my bra was now undone. Only the pressure of my body pressed against Mike was preventing the cups from falling away.
Suddenly I was swept by the overwhelming desire to expose my breasts to these men and to fe
el the rough fabric of their dungarees pressing against and stimulating my sensitive nipples. Even as that thought flashed across my brain Steve moved away from behind me and Mike shuffled me around so that I realized I was now leaning back against the kitchen table. Mike had moved slightly to one side and Steve was now in front of me on the other side. They both drew back a little and looked down expectantly. The close fitting cups of my bra held in place despite the pull of gravity and I wondered who would move first. Just as I plucked up the courage to pull them away and expose myself Steve’s hand snaked forward and snagged the thin strip of fabric connecting them and pulled. There I was with my breasts exposed to the air, the already hard nipples hardening even more under the caress of the cool air.
Not for long though, as both Steve and Mike leaned down and enveloped one nipple each in their hot mouths. It was not a sensation I had ever expected to have but it was certainly pleasurable and as both continued to suck and nibble at my sensitive breast flesh I knew I was on the verge of an orgasm.
The mere thought of experiencing an orgasm under the knowing mouths of not one but two men was enough to send me skittering over the edge and the moan that burst from my lips was accompanied by a shudder that ran all the way down to my toes. Without the support provided by the kitchen table I would have fallen. The sudden gush of liquid into the crotch of my panties surprised me; I had never cum so hard before.
Mike’s hand began to slowly descend across my smooth belly toward that final treasure and Steve’s hand was descending down my flank heading for the waistband of my panties too. When they both reached the last remaining scrap of cloth covering my modesty they both let go of my tortured breasts for a second and drew the flimsy piece of cotton down my hips. Instinctively I moved my hips forward to allow the fabric to pass between my butt and the table and as I felt the fabric flutter and ghost down my legs I realized I was finally naked with a man. No; with two men. The delicious nastiness of the act sent my responses into overdrive. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to be on fire, every time their hands or fingers or lips grazed any part of my skin I shuddered in both exhilaration and anticipation. Anticipation of what was to come as the two men took me by the hand, one on each side and led me down the hallway toward my own bedroom.
