Fantasies Incorporated - The Complete Collection

by Bridy McAvoy

  Once inside that inner sanctum of my own space, I had fleetingly brief second thoughts. As Steve lowed me to a sitting position on the side of the bed and continued to make out with me I could tell, more by sound than anything else that Mike was undressing. Soon a very naked Mike was sitting next to me making out whilst Steve completed his own disrobing. Suddenly Mike leaned down and sweeping one arm under my legs and the other supporting my back literally lifted and swung me into a supine position on the bed. Immediately Steve lay down on the other side of me and continued to kiss me, Mike started off kissing, licking and nibbling at my nipple but as I arched my back to increase the subtle pressure on the sensitive area he let go and his hot lips headed south.

  Within a couple of seconds his lips were brushing against my sparse well trimmed pubic hair and I knew that any moment he would be putting gentle pressure on me to open my legs to allow his tongue access to my final treasure. My breath quickened, as he slowly continued south I realized I didn’t need him to press my legs apart; they opened entirely of their own accord and as his tongue touched the little nub of sensitive flesh at the top of my slit I let out a loud cry as their combined ministrations pushed me over the edge into another orgasm.

  As the intense feelings subsided I realized that Mike had repositioned himself and was now above me and at any moment his erect manhood would be penetrating me and that hated tag would be gone forever. As I felt the tip of his engorged penis gently touch the outer lips of my pussy I thrust my hips up to meet him and with my legs spread as wide apart as possible encouraged him to thrust forward. He, however, was in no rush and although my movements had forced the tip of his dick into my slit, he held back from thrusting forward himself. The feeling of his red hot flesh inside me, not only just inside me, but was so intense that I almost came again. He withdrew slightly and pressed forward again until the tip of it was nudging up against my hated hymen.

  He withdrew again slightly and I tensed my body for what I thought would be a brief pain; but the two men knew what they were doing. Steve had not been inactive all this time continuing to maul and tease my breasts until the nipples were so extended that they were in themselves becoming almost painful. Some signal must have passed between them as suddenly Steve bit down hard on one nipple while simultaneously pinching the other. I screamed and my back arched and at that moment Mike thrust forward, brushing my hymen aside as if it wasn’t even there. As I plunged into my third orgasm of the morning Mike began to thrust in and out with a steady rhythm and for the first time in my life I knew what it was to be truly fucked.

  This however, was not enough. My hand snaked out down Steve’s muscular body and snagged his erect rod which was already leaking a sticky fluid from its tip and by pulling on it drew him up toward me. I turned my head to the side and watched as he repositioned himself so that his dick was in front of my face. Just as I had so many times with Pete although never in the comfort of my bed, and obviously not whilst being screwed, I opened my moth and engulfed him.

  It was a bit awkward at first as the two men weren’t coordinating their thrusts but eventually I managed to establish a controlling rhythm and very shortly first Mike and then Steve emptied themselves into my willing orifices.

  We made love, if that’s what you want to call it, three more times before they had to go and I have to admit that I stayed lying on the bed, with my naked body obscenely spread as they dressed and quietly left the flat. About a half an hour later, I managed to pull myself to my feet and dived into the shower to wash the combined fluids off of my body and finally reinvigorated headed for the kitchen.

  Just as I got there the phone rang and as I answered it I spotted a business card lying on the kitchen table, obviously left by one of my plumbers. As I read it I could hear Pete talking to me down the phone. His words weren’t sinking in though; my attention was entirely on the card in my other hand.

  “Pete.”

  “Yes babe?”

  “Go to hell,” and I put the phone down.

  Fantasies Incorporated: The Virgin’s Revenge

  By: Bridy McAvoy

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  Copyright © Oct. 2008, Bridy McAvoy

  Cover Art Copyright © Aug 2009, Brightling Spur

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  The Virgin’s Revenge

  Once Tracy got home from her weekend away it took me very little time to worm out of her the truth that my encounter with the two plumbers had been a total set up. Set up by her as a way to resolve my little problem. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to kiss her, hug her, slap her or kill her!

  Eventually I wagged my finger under her nose and told her off before hugging her and thanking her for being such a good friend. I felt the little change down below had liberated me and having dumped that asshole Chris I was now in a position to have some fun. First however was the need for a spot of revenge. I rang the number on the card and set up the revenge I wanted then just waited.

  * * * *

  That Friday night I had persuaded Tracy to come to the local Country and Western bar. We had been there before and as they had a good reputation for food, albeit burgers and fries, it was usually a good night out. Of course there are only two ways for a girl to dress to go to a Country and Western bar. Western or out-and-out sexy. I didn’t give Tracy the chance to choose having shown her the night before the tiny red leather mini skirt and fishnet stockings I had just bought for the evening. There was no way she could put the dungarees, jeans or big skirts on if I was wearing that kind of outfit. Anyway when we both had struggled home from work I managed to use the bathroom first so that by the time she came out of the shower wrapped in a towel she could see me doing my hair in the big hall mirror wearing the whole outfit.

  “Bloody hell girl; are we going dancing or going on a street corner?”

  I grinned as I held the hair tongs above my head, holding my arms that high had caused the hem of the short skirt to rise up displaying naked flesh above the stockings. With the nearly sheer white blouse over the red bra I had to admit the outfit was on the incandescent side of hot. Still that was precisely the look I wanted. If she matched my look, we would have to beat them off with sticks. Still what choice did she have? After all she couldn’t let a recently ex virgin out dress her could she. Half an hour later, Tracy emerged from her room, as I sat sipping a large glass of nice white Californian something or other to bolster my own courage. Her mini skirt was black to my red but the stockings were shorter on her longer legs resulting in flesh being on display if she simply stood straight. Her low-cut top was tight and clearly outlined her breasts and the points pressing into it proved once and for all that she was braless.

  “Thong or lace?”

  “Lace definitely Angie, I need to keep my bum warm somehow!”

  She giggled at her own wit and quickly grabbed the glass I’d poured for her. After downing half of it in one go, she cocked an eye at me.

  “Ready?”

  “Soon as I finish this, say ten minutes?”

  “Ok.”

  I was actually surreptitiously watching the clock, I had set up a prearranged time to meet but I didn’t want Tracy to know that. Finally wine finished, makeup checked and hair plumped we made our way out to the front of the building. It was still relatively early so flagging a taxi down wasn’t difficult, especially dressed as we were.

  Once in the back seat, I could see the driver’s eyes bulg
ing as I negligently crossed my legs flashing a huge expanse of thigh at him. I giggled as he blushed as I caught him watching me and nudged Tracy. Seeing what I had done, she grinned and crossed her legs too. How he didn’t crash at that moment I don’t know but I suppose for him it was better than a tip. He must have adjusted his driving mirror a dozen times just to improve or change the view as we deliberately kept shifting around to flash him some more. By the end of the ride, we were both quite breathless both from excitement and from laughing so much.

  * * * *

  The club was only half full when we arrived and we definitely turned heads as we walked in. I swear I could hear eyeballs click as we walked past several tables and settled into a small table toward the back of the bar. I was looking for someone wearing a specific combination of jeans and shirt and saw him at the bar. He nodded and winked at me and nudged his companion. Everything was falling into place as the unsuspecting Tracy and I ordered our burgers and fries and a couple of light beers.

  The tables actually had gingham table cloths but they were short enough that as we sat there chatting and listening to the house band, people all around us could get views of our legs under the table. I say people because this place was well known as a mixed bar, if you get my drift, there were quite a few along the ladies checking out our pins as well as the majority of the men.

  What a rush! I’d never dared vamp it up like this before and I think Tracy thought there was something wrong with me because I had a near permanent flush. Not of embarrassment but on anticipatory excitement as I knew what was going to be happening later!

  Even though the service was swift especially as the club wasn’t crowded we were hit on by several pairs, and not just blokes, before the food arrived. Each time I smiled at the guys and told them maybe later before Tracy got a chance to speak. Twice we were hit on by girls but they quickly got the not interested message and drifted away. After the forth pair of guys got the brush off Tracy raised an eyebrow at me in unspoken question.

  “I’m hungry and I want a burger not that kind of meat! For now!”

  Tracy nearly choked on her beer at getting such a response from me. Luckily for both of us the food arrived at that moment together with a couple of expensive looking cocktails sent over by the two guys at the corner of the bar. I looked past Tracy at them and raised my glass in silent thank you leaving Tracy no choice but to turn and smile at them too.

  “Cute aren’t they?”

  “I don’t know Angie; the first pair that hit on us were cuter!”

  “Cute maybe but the one talking to me had garlic breath!”

  There were more and more people drifting into the club now and by the time we had finished eating the band had turned up the volume and several couples were now dancing.

  “Do you want to strut our stuff?”

  “In these skirts Tracy, no thanks! Let’s just watch for now.”

  Suddenly two more cocktails appeared on a waitresses tray and she whispered to me they were from the same two guys. I raised mine in acknowledgement and the two guys ambled over and introduced themselves as John and Roger. Like right, really original. What Tracy didn’t know was that the cocktails she was drinking were at least twice as strong as mine and by the time the guys suggested moving into the side room for a game of pool, she was really buzzed and readily accepted.

  * * * *

  As it happens both Tracy and I are pretty good pool players and the two guys were apparently not; so it seemed only natural that when the guys suggested betting on the game we suggested changing partners and made it a contest of the sexes.

  I won’t bore you with the details but six or seven frames of nine-ball later and three more drinks later we were feeling pretty happy and the guys were looking miserable. We had just won every frame of nine ball played without breaking a sweat. Tracy was close to feeling no pain at that moment so the rest of us put the plan into motion.

  “How about upping the stakes ladies?” John asked.

  “You want to throw even more money after the sixty dollars you’ve just lost?” I replied.

  “Not exactly. I think we need something more to challenge us to play better that’s all.”

  “Such as?” Tracy got involved in the conversation from where she was swaying slightly around the cue as she stood watching. She was completely oblivious to the fact that every time she or I bent down to a shot every other guy in the room stopped their games to watch us.

  “Well we double our stake but you guys have to give us a good long snog if we win.”

  “Yeah right, in your dreams guys.” Tracy’s eyes lit up at the thought of the money even as she said it.

  “Hey, Tracy, what’s wrong with a bit extra money sweetie?” My voice was pitched perfectly; I’d been rehearsing the line that switched the game into its final phase.

  Tracy frowned at me and then shrugged.

  “What the heck? We can always go shopping on these guys tomorrow!”

  We all four formally shook on it and then the frame began. It was my turn to break and I managed to deliberately accidentally cock it up if you know what I mean. Tracy frowned but I just shrugged. “Sorry.”

  Roger stepped up to the table and easily dropped the one and two balls and then laid a devilish snooker behind the eight ball blocking Tracy’s route to the three. Tracy tried a four cushion escape whilst leaning completely over the table. You could have heard a pin drop as everyone watched her delectable rear and long legs as she lined up the shot. Wonder of wonders she actually made it but left the three ball open to John.

  He quickly sank the three and then the four before snookering me in a dastardly fashion behind the black again leaving me unable to see the five. There was no cushion escape available so I had to get the jump cue off the wall and jump over the black to make my shot. Standing as upright as possible to make the shot I knew my breasts were pushing hard into my blouse and when I glanced up I could see all eyes fastened on the delectable sight. My father had been a semi-pro player and had taught me to take these kind of shots in my sleep. Trouble was I needed to miss it in such a way that Tracy wouldn’t realize what I was doing. The jump went perfectly but was just a half a degree out of line and as a result the five ended up teetering on the edge of the pocket.

  “Damn! I thought I had that one.” I said as the crowd applauded an otherwise excellent shot. Roger of course had spotted the perfect set up I had left him and on potting the five ball even Tracy realized he had a perfect line up to use the six to drop the nine for game. The canon shot was executed to perfection and as the nine rolled into the pocket the two guys high fived and leaning their cues against the wall looked at the two of us expectantly.

  “Shit!” Tracy dropped her cue back into the rack with sufficient emphasis for the other guys in the room to realize there must have been something riding on the game.

  “It’s only a kiss girl.” I tried to reassure my friend knowing it was anything but.

  John approached me as Roger moved toward Tracy. This was a situation where bets got paid and they were obviously going to collect as far as we were concerned. John had effectively corned me against the end of the pool table whilst Roger had pinned Tracy against the middle of the left side. I looked at John for a moment and slyly winked at him and opened my arms to accept him in closer. He stepped into the welcoming embrace and as I wrapped my arms around his neck to the encouraging shouts of the watching crowd I closed my eyes and awaited his lips pressing on mine. I did not have long to wait. He began by raining a series of small light fleeting kisses on my still closed lips, a brushing of his lips against mine more than real kisses. He was a good kisser that was for sure and as I allowed my lips to part I could feel myself beginning to melt from the attention.

  We had been playing on the middle of the three tables in the side room and as a result there were groups of guys standing on both sides. As John’s lips locked on mine I felt his hand drop onto my stocking clad thigh not far below the line of the hem of my short skir
t. A short chorus of cheers greeted this movement and his kiss grew in intensity as my tongue finally met his and we began to fence in the time honored fashion.

  I said he was a good kisser but to be honest that was an understatement, he was a really great kisser and within a couple of minutes I could quite easily have been lost. Finally I reluctantly broke the kiss and opened my eyes to find everyone was watching me. My face was flushed and my breathing ragged as I turned my head to glance at my friend. John’s hand was still resting on my thigh, gently kneading the soft flesh at the point where my leg disappeared from view under the skirt hem.

  Roger had not yet begun to require payment from Tracy on the bet; Tracy had been watching open mouthed as I had shocked her with my performance. Now he gently extended his hand to her cheek and turned her face toward him. John increased the pressure of his fingers on my thigh as Roger pressed his body up against Tracy. Her arms went around his neck as she savagely began to kiss him back. Where John’s kisses had been seductive and gentle for some reason Tracy was more interested in the animalistic nature of Roger’s kisses. A minute or so later the two of them came up for air to a smattering of applause and John suggested another frame, same bet.

  “Sure”

  I answered for both of us before Tracy could say anything which earned me a reproachful look from her. As the losers it was our turn to break and this time Tracy grabbed the white before I could. She broke off perfectly, sinking the six ball and with an easy lie on the next three sank them quickly. For Tracy though disaster struck on the four ball. She seemed to slip as she pushed the cue through and the white jumped on contact and skittered off the table and landed with a loud thump on the floor before rolling to a stop almost at my feet.