Lust on the Loose (20 page)

Whether he was
or not was immaterial for Katie's rump had now descended on his
upturned face. To be honest, he had no heart to protest. It was
gross, it was lewd, it was wonderful. The big cushions of her
buttocks smothered him in a perfumed embrace and his lips opened
automatically to meet hers. He explored her soft and juicy cave
with his tongue. She tasted strong and clean, like the sea warmed
by a hot sun.

She ground his
head between the pistons of her thighs, almost cutting off his air,
his ears muffled by the walls of flesh. He couldn't move. He
thought of nipping her with his teeth but was conscious of sharp
fingernails playing across his scrotum and the implied threat
therein. In the dim distance he heard their voices and was aware of
his genitals being manipulated, pulled this way and that with no
obvious aim, it seemed, to excite him and yet doing just that,
inching him towards a longed-for explosion.

He was almost
drowning in her crotch now as the liquid seeped from her, salty and
pungent, filling his mouth, running into his nasal passages. And
then she was bucking and bouncing on top of him in an
uncontrollable frenzy. The soft ovals of her bottom were shaking in
his face and, far off, he could hear her cries as she satisfied
herself on his mouth.

With relief he
realised that supple fingers were bringing him to his own climax,
wanking his prick, clinically milking him as he, too, shot off,
erupting into the empty air.

Eventually
Katie climbed off him. She moved slowly, as if she were half
asleep, and Imogen came to her assistance. Billy gratefully sucked
air into his lungs. He felt utterly exhausted. And used. And
cheated.

They stood
over him, gloating. Imogen's breasts were wet, sticky with his
come. She stood there rubbing the spunk into her big tits with one
hand, the other was round Katie's waist.

'Let's get you
into the shower and wash that horrible stuff off,' Katie said.

'There's such
a lot of it,' said Imogen, 'he's quite a little sperm factory.
Perhaps we could keep him here and put him to stud.'

Katie giggled,
setting her little tits bobbing. 'We could feed him on Arnold's
biscuits and send in a new female every twenty minutes.' They both
thought this very amusing and laughed out loud. Billy noticed that
Katie's hand was in her luxuriant black bush, stroking the top of
her crack.

'What shall we
do with him now?' Katie asked Imogen.

'Let's leave
him to cool off a bit. Recover his strength.'

'Hey!' said
Billy, as it dawned on him he was to be left trussed up and half
naked. 'Untie me at once!'

But they had
turned away and were heading for the shower room.

'Let me up!'
he cried, his eyes mesmerised by their rear view, Katie's prominent
arse rippling as she moved, Imogen's by contrast neater and
trimmer, set high on her long legs. Katie's arm was round Imogen's
waist, Imogen's hand was fanned across the upper slopes of Katie's
broad buttocks, her long index finger probing between the fleshy
cheeks.

'Bitches!' he
yelled after them but they did not turn round. Instead he heard
loud laughter, then the hiss of falling water and he cursed beneath
his breath. Lying in the sticky pool of spunk and sweat on his
stomach, his thoughtless penis was once more fully erect.

Danny leaned
against the cabin door behind him, listening intently. Maybe Patsy
wouldn't be able to stall the policeman, maybe the big oaf would
insist on coming below. But he could hear nothing apart from the
pounding of his own heart and he rapidly came to the conclusion
that Patsy had the situation well in hand. He was impressed with
her. Certainly she had handled things smartly - and she looked
fantastic these days. He still burned to fuck her. This revenge
mission was not turning out quite as he had anticipated.

Only now did
he begin to take in his surroundings. The first thing that
registered was the smell. A thick pungent musk that thrilled his
senses and immediately stiffened his prick. It spoke to him of
expensive perfume - and of cunt. He looked around the dimly lit
cabin and was thunder-struck by what he saw.

It could never
be said that Danny Fretwork - the Randy Racketeer, the Hard-On Don,
the West Ham Womaniser; these were just some of his tabloid
nick-names - did not know what a naked woman looked like. Yet for a
moment Danny simply could not register what lay in front of him. It
looked like a female arse, a rounded and disembodied bottom which
was pointing straight at him, the creamy smooth buttock ovals
flushed pink even in the dim light. And between the wide-spread
cheeks lay the glistening slit of a long-lipped pussy pouch just
waiting to be crammed with cock. Despite the evidence of his eyes,
Danny was flabbergasted. What the hell was going on here?

Danny
considered the figure before him: a tall woman, shapely and
slender, with long legs, bound in a crouch to a wooden bench, a
pillow between her legs thrusting her rump high in the air. Her
face was half glimpsed as she lay with one cheek on the bench, a
scarf round her mouth in a gag, a swatch of dark hair over her eye.
Was she asleep? Her body was moving, her breath coming hard and
fast, a flush of excitement on her cheek.

Good God, what
had he walked into? Could this be Patsy's doing? Patsy - a girl who
had insisted on turning off the lights on their honeymoon night, a
woman who only two years ago had threatened to cut off his bollocks
with pinking shears when he had suggested a threesome. And now it
seemed his stick-in-the-mud other half had shed two stone and
turned herself into a right little raver, playing lesbian sex
games. Only two minutes ago she had been more than keen to let him
shag her up against the kitchen sink. There was no doubt a new
spirit of sexual adventure had taken hold of his wife since his
departure. And he'd been missing out on it!

In a small way
he could make up for it. He pulled his cock free from his trunks
and advanced on the milky pale buttocks rearing so invitingly in
front of him.

To be honest,
the arse on offer was a little bony for his taste but the long,
well-juiced lips of the proffered vagina and the pink tunnel within
were entirely to his liking. He slipped an experimental finger
inside. Her body jerked at the touch and the soft walls of her
gaping pussy seemed to suck in his finger like some hungry sea
mollusc. She was wet, overflowing with juice. It had soaked the
pillow beneath her and moisture glistened on the skin of her upper
thigh and in the beard of her bush. The unknown woman's entire body
appeared to be shaking. Her loins were twitching and writhing. She
seemed to be in a state of perpetual orgasm.

Danny was in
no mood to hesitate further. In a flash he had positioned himself
behind her, lined up the broad red cap of his cock and pushed it
into the gaping hole between her legs in one smooth thrust. Beneath
him the woman's bottom leapt and quivered. Danny placed his hands
on the firm rounds of flesh, opening her like a ripe fruit. His
thumb pressed into the dimple of her anus as he savoured the
honeyed handshake of her pussy along his pulsing shaft.

Below him
Pandy reared and bucked, insofar as her bonds allowed. She was
being ravished in a way that was entirely foreign to her. She did
not even recognise the object within her cunt as a male member. She
only knew that Patsy had somehow surprised her in the most
thrilling and wonderful way: beating her and leaving her for so
long and now finally giving her this miraculous thrill, the most
ecstatic of her extensive and, to date, exclusively lesbian sex
life.

Danny humped
on, his half-crouched position not entirely comfortable and
delaying the inevitable onrush of orgasm. But that made this
anonymous fuck in the half-light even more delicious, for it
prolonged the action. Both parties teetered on the brink as he
fumbled at her flesh, now finding her splayed-out breasts crushed
against the sides of the narrow bench and hanging down
conveniently. He pulled and pinched the hard nipples, teasing them
with his blunt fingers.

Pandy twitched beneath him like a woman in a fit, already at
her peak but going higher. Her climaxes were overlapping, building
on one another as exotic visions flashed through her mind - of
Tracy's luscious tits wet and wobbling in her mouth, of Patsy's
jiggling bottom flushing pink as she smacked it, of Sophie's sweet
pussy lips parted to receive her kisses. And now she was revelling
in the ultimate pleasure, on the receiving end of some
miraculous
thing
that was warm and hard and vigorous and filled her so
completely. It was unbelievable - impossible! How could
Patsy...?

But there was
no time to question, no time to think, for she was coming, coming,
coming in a series of distinct thrills - each separate spasm, like
pearls in a necklace, adding to the brilliance of the whole.

Danny too was
at the point of no return, pistoning his fat tool in and out of the
hungry hole beneath him. He began to spunk on an out-stroke,
creaming her slit in a sudden flood and continuing to jab and poke
his cock inside her till his balls were quite empty of juice and he
collapsed on top of her, sated.

The sudden
weight on her back shook Pandora from her post-coital bliss. She
tossed the hair from her eye and craned round as far as she could,
a smile of fond gratitude on her lips. Which died there as she saw
the dreadful but somehow familiar face of a naked male. And as the
twin horrors of what had happened struck home, mercifully, she
fainted.

It was at that
moment that Patsy walked into the room.

Imprisoned on
Imogen's cruel weight machine and transfixed by the sounds of
uninhibited female laughter from the shower room, Billy Dazzle was
sorely in need of a friend. So when the delicious vision of Tracy
Pert loomed into view his heart leapt for joy.

'Bloody hell,'
she said on catching sight of this captive male in a state of
sexual arousal, 'Imogen thinks of everything these days.'

'Tracy! It's
me, Billy Dazzle.'

'Of course it
is,' she replied, 'I'd recognise that cock anywhere.'

As ever, Tracy
looked spectacular in tight little shorts that already seemed to
have disappeared up the crack of her bum and into the vee of her
slit. She wore a loose T-shirt with enormous armholes through which
could be glimpsed the transparent black material of her brassiere
encasing the pink flesh of her sumptuous tits. Her hair was tied
back in a loose ponytail from which blonde ringlets had already
escaped to fall entrancingly about her heart-shaped face. Her wide
blue eyes sparkled with pleasure at the sight before her and her
swollen pouting mouth split into a calendar-girl grin as she took
in his indecent state.

'Blimey,
Billy, you are in a bit of a state. What have you been up to?'

'Imogen and
that cow Katie Crisp have been working me over.'

'I can see
that. It doesn't look as if they've finished the job.' She took
hold of his cock between thumb and forefinger and lifted it away
from his belly. 'You still look ready for action, if you ask
me.'

'Don't, Tracy.
Just help me out of here.'

'Well...' she
said, idly letting go of his member which smacked back against his
stomach, 'I'm not sure that I want to. I've got a bone to pick with
you.'

'I don't see
why. I've just done you a big favour.'

'Getting me an interview with a fat and lecherous Italian film
director is no favour,' she said, taking hold of his balls and
jiggling them rather too strenuously for his liking. 'I not only
had to suck his salami but he virtually had me swinging from the
chandelier by the time I got him to give me a part in his bloody
film. And it's
nothing
,' and here she began to squeeze menacingly,
'
nothing
to do with
Shakespeare.'

'Oh?'

'Not unless he wrote something called
Naughty Nights in Norway
.' And she
yanked hard on his testicles.

'Ow! I'm
sorry, Tracy, I'm sorry.'

'No you're
not, you're hurting and that's much more satisfactory.'

'But I got you
on the Gala programme, didn't I? That's what you wanted.'

'So?'

'I pulled out
all the stops for you, Tracy.'

'I'm sure you
did. I understand you spent a weekend bonking the sponsor just to
get little old me on the bill. It must have been tough going.' And
she twisted her fist viciously.

'Layoff,
Tracy! Why don't you let me up and we can talk about this properly.
In fact, there's still an outstanding dinner invitation where
you're concerned.'

'No dice.
You're a snake, Billy, I'm not going out with you.'

'Not even if
Brick Tempo comes along?'

That hit home,
as Billy thought it might. Her wide blue eyes blinked even
wider.

'Ooh, could
you introduce us?'

'If you're
very nice to me, Tracy.'

Her hand slid
up from his balls to clasp his stiff-standing member.

'You mean that
kind of nice?' she said as her fingers began a subtle rhythm,
holding his shaft just below the head.

'That's a
start,' said Billy, the pleasure now beginning to ripple along his
throbbing spike, 'though there are one or two other things you
could do for me.'

'Don't tell
me.' Releasing his prick, she delved beneath her T-shirt and
rummaged and wriggled until one hand emerged clutching a flimsy
black strip of material. Then she slipped her hands into the
waistband of her shorts and pushed them down her smooth tanned
thighs. As she bent towards him Billy clearly saw the gentle
shifting of her loosened breasts beneath the inadequate vest. She
grinned at him wickedly.