Erotica (the collected works of Amelie) (6 page)

The two women’s arms moved like
jackhammers, and the sweat on their faces beaded like jewels.

As if it were destined to be, the two came
at the same moment, their bodies jumping and bumping and their shrieks hot and
rude.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Anne cried out.

“I bloody love you, Anne Summer,” Shirley
ejaculated and, as if shocked by what she’d said, her bladder opened and
covered her partner in piss.

Instead of jumping out of the way, Anne
just shouted louder and tried to collect the liquid in her hand. She’d never
had a golden shower, but now she decided that Shirley could piss over her any
time she wanted. Might be better if they were in the bath, though.

Both the women burst into laughter, their
happiness bigger than their chests.

It might have been that they’d been a
little too noisy because they heard the door to the desk rattle and open.

Quick as they could, they fell apart,
grabbed their clothes and dived into the corner under the cover of a couple of
fake fur coats.

They stifled giggles as one of the
attendants flicked through the wracks in front of them until they found a
leather jacket and a pink bolero.

As soon as the attendant left with his
garments, the girls burst into laughter once again. They fell into each other
arms and then looked at each other tenderly. They stroked each other’s faces
and leant in to kiss more gently than the coming together of a pair of
butterfly’s wings. Both of them knew there was no turning back.

So what if they were disowned for loving
each other, Shirley thought. There was always Hebden Bridge.

To make sure they weren’t discovered, they
dressed as quickly as they could and crept out into the booming noise of the
disco.

When they got back to the other action,
they couldn’t believe what was happening.

In the middle of the circle, Penny Boyle
was spinning her bra around her head as if she were conducting her troops.  The
world might as well have turned upside down.

Penny could feel the waves of pleasure as
she twirled. The smiling faces of all her friends made her so very happy. Even
Uma, with her back-end-of-a-bus looks and her 40 a day habit, looked strangely
beautiful in the flashing lights.

Everyone in the place looked gorgeous,
without exception. Except maybe the tall guy with the black fringe that fell
mysteriously over his ice-blue eyes – he looked super-gorgeous. Hotter than a
Greek solar panel. Every time the guy looked at her, she felt a love for him, a
love she wanted so to share.

She span her bra faster and faster and then
released it with a skill and timing that suggested she might have been
practising in her bedroom for years.

The bra flew through the air and landed in
the fit man’s face.

Now she had an excuse to go and talk to
him. Could finally tell him exactly how she felt, as if they’d been connected
for their whole lives. Hell, she felt connected to the universe. At last, she
had found herself, her true depths coming to the surface like magma pouring
from a volcano.

As she walked over to the man to retrieve
her underwear, she felt the undulations of the waves of happiness, flushed as
she was with her new-found Nirvana.

The handsome man had pulled her pink bra
from around his neck and held it out to her. His blush pretty much matched the
colour of the bra. “Sweet,” she said. “You’re so sweet.” She reached out and
touched his arm, feeling the thick, dark hairs with her fingertips. She’d never
touched anything quite so soft before. He didn’t seem human, but was more like
a god or a spirit sent down to sweep her away. “I’m Penny.” She pointed at her
tee shirt and felt the fabric. It was even softer than the guy’s arm. Maybe
she’d turned to marshmallow and hadn’t noticed. “Maybe I’ve turned to
marshmallow,” she said and reached out to take the man’s hand. She pulled his
fingers towards her chest and laid them onto her left breast. “See.”

He could see all right, she could tell. And
he was definitely a spirit because, before he managed to pull his hand away,
she felt his fingers sink into her flesh without breaking the surface.

“Gavin,” the man said to her, shouting
above the dub-step beat that served to feed the pulses of ecstasy that were
flowing around Penny’s body. “Gav.”

He held out his hand to shake and she took
it. Instead of shaking it back, she held it fast and turned it over. For some
reason she couldn’t fathom, she’d developed an instant interest in palmistry.

“You’ve got a very long life-line,” she
said and tracked it lightly with one of her new nails. “And a very big happy
line.” She breathed in and sucked up the karmic waves that surrounded her. “And
a bloody nice body. I want to kiss it all over.”

Gav turned a deeper shade of red. Still,
his embarrassment wasn’t strong enough to prevent him from following Penny when
she took his had again and pulled him along.

The girls on her henny whooped and cheered
as she took off her young stud.

Penny picked up her handbag and marched off
in the direction of the ladies’ room.

There were 2 things on her mind. The first
was privacy, the second sex.

When they entered the ladies’, there was a
queue of women chatting and sharing cigarettes.

Not one of them batted an eyelid when a
bloke came in. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t seen far wilder things in their
times.

A toilet flushed.

Penny heard music in the flowing of the
water. Wondered if there was any sound as natural as that.

When the cubicle opened, Penny pushed ahead
and dragged Gav with her. “Sorry girls,” she said to the queue and pointing to
her tee shirt as if it was a free pass. “I’m gagging for a shag.”

Shag? She heard the word leave her mouth.
Felt the shape of her cheeks and tongue and enjoyed the way the word sounded.
Said it again to be sure she’d got it right. “Shag.” Pure poetry.

Taking a lippy from her bag, she pulled off
the top and screwed out a pink tip.

In big, pale letters she scribbled ‘OUT OF
ORDER’ on the door and closed it behind them.

Penny was like a she-wolf on heat,
grappling with Gavin’s trousers in a bid to allow his cock to escape.

His cock. It was all she could think of.

He was so hard and so enormous that she
struggled to get him to come out to play.

When his dick was finally free, it popped
up into the air and pointed at her mouth. It felt like a sign. A sign from the
gods that a blowjob was in order.

She put the lid down on the toilet and sat
down, never once taking her eyes from the python before her.

Her hand reached up and gently pushed back
his foreskin, revealing the dark-pink head of his penis. Her tongue flicked out
instinctively and teased his prick, alternating between the smooth top and the
rough bottom of her flesh. She took his shaft in both hands and pulled back and
forth, back and forth, until Gav’s knees began to buckle.

My, he tasted good. The manly sourness of
urine was mixed with the salty tones of his semen and a hint of sweetness came
from the soap he must have washed with before leaving for a night on the town.

As Gav leaned forward, Penny moved with
speed and swapped places with him.

Now it was Gav who sat on the toilet seat,
his prick searching her out.

Penny dropped her shorts and her panties
and opened her legs. She was so lubricated that she just managed to get him
inside. His size was overwhelming, stretching her cunt in ways that didn’t seem
possible. It almost hurt, the way her muscles were forced open, but it was a
pleasure/pain kind of thing. She almost burst when he was fully inside, like
her lungs were being prodded by an angry beast. It was divine.

She rode him like he was a bronco, pushing
in and out and from side to side like the earth was no longer governed by
natural laws.

Gav’s face was a picture. A portrait. A
clean cut teenager having the time of his life and she, Penny McCloud, was
showing it to him. He licked his lips and broke the beads of sweat that had
formed on his skin. He groped at her tits and squeezed hard like it was the
only way he could hold on. His eyes bulged as if her were about to have a heart
attack.

Penny felt the beginnings of a climax. It
appeared to be taking over the whole of her body.

She pushed her hands into the cubicle wall
and prepared for lift-off.

“10, 9, 8...” she heard herself say, but
she didn’t get to 7. Instead she looked up for inspiration and saw 9 faces
peering over the cubicle wall with 9 sets of beaming smiles and a couple of
tongues that were hanging out.

Seeing all her friends around her at this
crucial moment was all she could take. Her happiness complete, the orgasm took
hold of her body and her vagina grabbed on tight to Gav’s pulsing cock. She
felt his gallons of hot spunk pouring over her insides and screamed out in pure
joy.

It was the best hen night she’d ever had
and she was never going to forget it.

Unfortunately for Penny, neither were any
of her friends.

the
end

and
the beginning ;)

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The
author would like to thank Earl Mantiss-Gray for his love and for this
translation.