Lust on the Loose (21 page)

'That's much
more comfy,' she said, standing up to reveal herself clad only in
socks, trainers and T-shirt which came just above the curve of her
belly before it ran down into the delectable golden triangle at the
junction of her thighs. Beneath the curls, the plump pink lips of
her pussy smiled at Billy.

'Tracy, you're
incredibly fuckable.'

'I know.'

'Why don't you
help me get free of this damned machine so I can do something about
it?'

But her grin
had turned calculating and Billy watched in helpless anticipation
as she straddled his hips, one satiny thigh on each side of his
body. She took his cock in her fist and squeezed pearls of juice
from its tip, then daintily spread the moisture along her pussy
crack.

'I've always
wanted a captive stud. Some big fat dick trussed up where I can get
at it. It looks like you're it, Billy.' And she lifted the head of
his penis to her golden slit.

'You're a
rapist, Tracy. You're taking advantage of a helpless human
being.'

'You bet.' And
she slipped the bulging head of his tool between the coral-pink
lips of her pretty cunt and lowered herself onto it. 'Ooh, that's
lovely! You fill me up so nicely.'

'You should be
ashamed of yourself.'

Tracy had
already started a steady rhythm, grinding her adorable hips down
onto his loins.

'Don't take it
personally, Billy. Think of it as one woman's revenge for the
inequalities of society.' She was riding him energetically now,
bracing herself with one hand and probing the other into the
junction of their bodies to rub her clit.

'You spend too
much time with that dyke Pandora.'

'Not any more.
I'm back on cock full-time.'

'What?'

'Why don't you
talk rude to me, Billy? Here, tell me how much you love my tits.'
And she reached into her loose T-shirt and pulled first one big
rosy breast into view through an armhole and then the other.

'Christ,
Tracy, that's obscene!'

'Yeah!' And
she bounced them in her palms, pushing them together to form a
platform of firm pliant breast-flesh and then pulling them apart, a
rounded loaf of tit in each fist.

'Tracy, they
are phenomenal - true wonders of the age. But I thought you didn't
like men going on about them. Or was that Pandora's influence?'

'Oh shut up,
Billy. Eat tit.' And she bent forward, pulling the vest upward over
his head and tumbling her big mammaries into his face.

Billy felt as
if he were drowning in a sea of perfumed flesh, soft yet weighty,
firm yet yielding. He sucked in first one springy nipple, then the
other, burrowing into the warmth of her in the half-light of the
tented T-shirt. As he suckled and nuzzled the pain of recent
humiliations slipped away. An observer of a psychoanalytical mind
would have drawn obvious conclusions from this infantile embrace -
for which Billy would not have cared two hoots.

'Oh, Tracy,'
he mumbled, 'this is incredible. I love fucking you. I love having
my cock up you and your fantastic tits in my face.'

'Yes, Billy,
yes.'

'You're a
dirty cow, though. You're wanking yourself right now, aren't
you?'

'Yes.'

'You're
stroking your clit, aren't you?'

'Yes,
yes!'

'Stroking your
clit and sitting on my cock and rubbing your tits in my face, you
horny little slut.'

'Oh Billy, I'm
coming! Oh yes, oh YES!'

'I thought
you'd murdered her,' said Patsy, drawing deeply on a cigarette.

'I don't know
what came over me, Pats. I was in shock. And I never took you for a
bull dyke pussy-licker.'

'I'm not. I
was just experimenting. I'm a liberated woman now.'

They were sitting in the state room of the
Princess Patsy
, chain-smoking
Pandora's cigarettes. Half-empty mugs of tea were lined up on the
table.

'How is she,
do you think?' said Danny. 'I didn't hurt her, I swear.'

'Even you
couldn't hurt a woman like that, she's Teflon-coated. She's
sleeping off the shock of having a willy up her. Honestly, Danny,
how could you do it? Just because a cunt's there you can't go
sticking your dick up it without permission.'

'Well, what
about you? Cosying up to me in the kitchen with a naked woman tied
up like a parcel next door. You've changed, Patsy.'

'So what's
that to you?' She glared at him defiantly, her big brown eyes
alight, her little jaw set firm. 'If you're going to kill me you'd
better hurry up. Otherwise I suggest you fuck off now before
Sergeant Sophie comes back and locks you up for good.'

A heavy
silence fell. Patsy held her husband's gaze, her eyes still blazing
but the chin now beginning to wobble. Danny thought she looked
absolutely adorable. He moved next to her and took her hand.

'Come with me,
Patsy. Come back to Spain. You don't know how I've missed you.'

'You're right.
I don't.'

'I still love
you, Pats. Honest.' Danny kissed her cheek.

'Come off it,
Danny.'

'You're still
my wife.' He slid his arm round her waist.

'No.'

'You still
love me, I can tell.' He planted a kiss in the hollow of her
throat.

'No, I fucking
well—'

But Patsy's
protests were sharply cut off as Danny's mouth descended on hers,
swallowing her words.

Danny was a
big man and Patsy only a small woman. Nevertheless she could have
fought him, could have bit and scratched and jabbed him in tender
places as she had done on several previous occasions. But not on
this one. Indeed she thrilled to feel his huge paws on her body
again as he lifted her thin sweater to palm and fondle her tender
breasts. And she made no objection as he pulled her ski pants over
her soft rounded hips and shucked them off together with her tiny
panties.

In truth Patsy
was longing for his cock. She wasn't sure how she felt about the
rest of him but she felt no ambivalence about the swollen hammer he
carried between his thighs. She loved it, she always had. It was
fat and bloated and irredeemably coarse and she just adored it
thundering between her legs, filling her to bursting. There were no
half measures with a cock like Danny's, it never held back, it
never gave less than its all. Throughout the ups and downs of their
stormy relationship it was a constant. And when she had seen it
ramming in and out of Pandy in the final throes of a stolen fuck
all she could think of was how much she wanted it inside her
again.

'Get up,' she
ordered him. 'Stand in front of me.' And he did so, enabling her to
pull his trunks to his knees, releasing his fierce erection and
swollen balls to her hungry gaze. For a moment she marvelled at the
pulsing tower waving in her face then she took it in her hand and
guided the big red knob into her mouth.

'Oh Patsy!'
groaned Danny as her lips stretched wide and miraculously swallowed
his engorged tool. 'You beauty!'

He bent to
kiss the top of her head, nuzzling into her blonde locks, reaching
beneath her to roll the hard pebble-points of her tits between his
fingers.

As he trembled
with the pleasure of her deep-throated caress and played with the
dangling treasures of her chest, his eyes rolled heavenwards. Then
they closed. Then flicked open again to see, staring at him from
the open doorway of her cabin, the intrepid journalist and sexual
deviant Pandora Britches.

Danny was
dumbfounded, his loins throbbing to the ministrations of his
attractive wife, his eyes bewitched by the sight of the woman whom
he had fucked without the benefit of an introduction within the
last hour.

She presented
a very different appearance to his last sight of her. Tall, almost
his own height even without shoes, she wore a white camisole vest
that reached just to her naval and a pair of tiny bikini panties
that described a deep vee over her stomach, ending high on the
hips. Her incredible legs seemed to go on and on for ever. Her
half-shut eyes glared smokily at him from beneath the fringe of the
loose dark hair that tumbled to her shoulders. She did not look in
the least like a tweedy lesbian, she had the air of a recently
bedded man-eater on the prowl for seconds.

Danny opened
his mouth to speak but she raised a finger to her lips and he
remained silent, transfixed by her presence and by the insistent
thrill of Patsy's mouth at work on his throbbing cock.

It was Patsy
who broke the spell, coming up for air and finding herself under
Pandora's keen scrutiny. She gasped in surprise. Pandy smiled.

'Would you,'
she said, 'would you mind if I just...?' and then she too was on
her knees, one arm around Patsy's dimpled shoulder and a hand on
Danny's hip as she leant forward and clumsily began to lap at his
monstrous organ.

Patsy started
to giggle. There was a note of hysteria in it.

'Show me,
darling,' said Pandy, 'I've never done this before. I don't know
what to do with a penis.'

Patsy did,
however, and within a few minutes she was giving Pandy a lesson in
the noble art of cock-sucking: how to lick and how to suck, where
to nibble and where to tickle, how to titillate the frenum, how to
gobble the glans, how to softly squeeze the scrotum and how to suck
deep against the soft upper palate while frotting the base of the
cock-shaft to hasten the suckee's ultimate pleasure...

Danny's brains
were scrambled, though it wouldn't be fair to say he didn't know if
he were coming or going - he was definitely going to come. Patsy
was aware of it.

'Careful,
Pandy, I think he's about to—'

And he did,
great gouts of spunk shooting into Pandy's face as she, unfamiliar
in the ways of the male member, took the jet straight in the eye.
But then, to Patsy's astonishment, she plunged his leaping tool
deep into her mouth, sucking its fat pulsing length and chewing on
it happily as it twitched and dribbled its last drops of come down
her throat.

Pandora sat
back on her haunches and tossed her hair away from her face. Her
features were lit up by a big sticky smile and her eyes were
sparkling. 'Fantastic!' she said. 'I never realised. Does that
mean,' she asked Patsy, 'he can't fuck me now?'

Patsy laughed,
an obscene throaty chuckle. 'You may be a bloody fast worker,
Pandora Britches, but you'll have to wait. The next hard-on's all
mine.'

Billy stood in
the shower, hot water drumming on his head, steam in his nostrils,
revelling in the release of tension that was slowly spreading
through his abused body. The muscles in his thighs and arms
throbbed from the unexpected exercise he had been forced to
undertake; and around his waist the skin smarted from the belt
which had been cinched tight and rubbed him raw throughout his
ordeal. Katie, Imogen and Tracy had all taken advantage of him,
there was no doubt. But his torture was the stuff of wet dreams.
His mind's eye was full of ripe wobbling breasts and gaping salty
cunts. A hard-on still pulsed between his thighs.

He stood with
arms braced against the wall, water cascading over his head. Behind
him Tracy pressed her pneumatic form the length of his aching body.
Her slippery fingers soaped the throbbing barrel of his tool,
sudsing every ridge and crevice. Across his back the twin peaks of
her adorable breasts massaged the hurt from his bones.

'This is
bliss,' he said. 'I think I'm in love with you, Tracy.'

She chuckled
and ran her fingers from the rear of his scrotum up the crack of
his arse, working the cake of soap between his cheeks.

'You promised
to fix me up with Brick Tempo, remember?'

'Sure thing.
I'm his new minder.' And he wriggled to the ecstatic touch of her
flesh on his in the rain of hot water. 'Have you really finished
with Pandora Britches?'

'I packed her
in. Told her we should just be good friends.'

'I thought you
and she were a hot item. You certainly seemed to be having a good
time the other night.'

'She's a
hypocrite. She wants to own me and yet she makes eyes at anything
in skirts. Just like a man, in fact. Only, she doesn't have a cock.
That's something of a drawback.'

Billy's mind
had wandered, distracted by the sensuous massage of her soft and
slippery titties up and down his spine. He could swear he could
identify the separate points of her nipples within the
all-encompassing cushion of flesh that serpentined across his
skin.

'To be honest,
Billy, I've got to thank you for putting me straight.'

'Eh?'

'That night at
my hotel I realised I really preferred this,' and she placed both
hands around his stiff-standing penis and squeezed.

Billy was lost
in a whirl of sensation. The torrential hot water, the rubbery
slither of Tracy's boobs, the insistent rub of her fingers on the
shaft of his cock had him rooted to the spot. Her hands slid
upwards across the flat of his stomach onto the broad sweep of his
chest as he turned him to face her. There was an impish grin on her
wet face as she arranged his limbs to her liking.

'Hold my bum,'
she commanded and leapt up into his arms, scissoring her legs
around his waist and reaching up to grasp the shower fitting above
their heads.

Billy juggled
and then caught her, though she was slippery as a bar of soap. His
hands were now filled with her pliant buttock flesh and her
magnificent bosom swung, pink and swollen, right in his face. He
knew what she wanted.

For a moment
they wobbled, his knees buckling, her hips shifting and flexing,
his cock prodding the length of the deep slit of her arse until,
miraculously, the head nosed into the notch of her wide-open pussy
and stuck.