by Noel Amos
That brought Billy up short. Here he was, stark naked, with his clothes spread halfway round the bathroom and soaking wet to boot. Frankly, he didn't care two hoots about Pandy and would have strolled out under her nose if it didn't mean all chances of getting his leg over Tracy again would stroll out with him.
Behind the door, the conversation had taken a new twist. Pandy was demanding boudoir rights and Tracy was denying access to that facility. Hysteria returned to Pandora's voice as she drew the obvious conclusion.
'You've got a man in there, haven't you?' she shrieked. 'That bastard never left!'
Billy was quick on his feet when he had to be. In fact, he took a professional pride in it.
'The things I do for a good screw,' he muttered to himself as, thirty seconds later, he lay on his back beneath the bed, his once-beautiful new suit now sopping wet and scrunched up beside him on one side, the empty champagne bottle and two glasses on the other. And not a moment too soon.
He heard the bedroom door crash open with a bang and the sound of raised voices suddenly silenced. Tracy spoke first in triumphant tones.
'See, Pandora Britches! You wouldn't bloody listen. There's nobody else here. Where's all this sisterhood you're always on about? "Men are pigs", "You can only trust a woman" - all that. You obviously don't have much faith in me.'
'Oh, Tracy, I'm sorry,' said Pandy in contrite tones.
But Tracy hadn't finished. 'You haven't looked in the wardrobe yet,' there was the sound of banging doors, 'or under the bed.'
'You bloody fool!' thought Billy as a hand flicked up the valance in front of him and there, for a split second, was Tracy's pretty pouting face. For the second time that day she winked at him and then was gone.
'Please, Tracy,' cried Pandora, thoroughly repentant by now, 'I don't know what came over me, I'm so, so sorry, my darling, I didn't mean to doubt you...'
'Oh, shut up, you daft cow,' said Tracy in gentler tones, 'it's all right. Why don't you go next door and pour us a gin? I'm just going to take a crap.' And on that unanswerable exit-line Billy heard her disappear into the bathroom. Doubtless to wash the spunk out of her pussy, he thought to himself in admiration. It was a pity, he reflected, that she'd never get the chance to play Juliet Shakespeare - she'd be bloody good.
The bed above him sagged dangerously close to his nose as the defeated Pandy flung herself upon it. A moment later he heard a sob catch softly in her throat. Then another. And then came a torrent of tears. As she cried, the bed above shook with her every tremor and Billy felt his heart softening towards her. He fantasised about appearing from beneath the bed and telling her she'd been had. He'd then proceed to lend a shoulder to cry on and, in due course, other vital parts of his anatomy to soothe the anguished female breast. From there it would be easy to demonstrate the pleasures of the male-female connection, perhaps even with the help of the pneumatic Tracy - who was certainly taking her time. Punishing the silly bitch above him, he thought, returning to the uncomfortable reality of his present position as he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.
'Pandy?' he heard Tracy say, concern in her voice as she registered her companion's distress.
A wail of pain split the air and the mattress above Billy began to shake once more. She was off again.
'Come on, Pandy. Don't cry, my love... there's no need.'
The crying took on a new intensity and the mattress suddenly dipped further towards Billy as Tracy evidently chose to comfort the bawling woman at close quarters. It seemed to work for the howling ceased almost immediately to be replaced by a lot of snuffling and sniffing and nose-blowing.
'There, that's better,' said Tracy. 'How about that G and T, eh?'
'No,' Pandy's voice was tear-stained and pathetic, 'let's stay here a moment. It's nice like this.'
'I bet it bloody is,' said Billy to himself. The artful cow, he knew just what her game was.
Sure enough there was a suspicious silence, broken finally by a slurping, sticky kind of noise, as of two hungry mouths coming up for air. Then a kind of scratchy, slithery noise as of clothing being readjusted to allow lustful fingers access to sensitive portions of anatomy. Billy could picture the anatomy in question; it had a powerful effect on him. His cock had once more resumed rock-hard rigidity, which seemed to be its perpetual state when in the proximity of Tracy Pert.
'Don't, Pandy,' he heard her say, 'we mustn't, we don't have time, I don't feel like - oh!' More twisting and slithering noises. The mattress above him seemed to flex and ripple.
'Oh God, Pandy,' came Tracy's voice again, 'oh you are wicked!' And the groans of a woman approaching orgasm split the air.
Beneath the vibrating bed, Billy also groaned out loud. His mind racing with carnal images of the love-making he could not see but could picture with vivid clarity. His cock was a stiff and swollen bar that reached painfully to his waist and cried out for release. How long could this torment continue?
Above him, Tracy came in a cacophony of pleasure and smoothed her hands up Pandy's long slim legs to return the favour...
Chapter 12
For a small woman Ambrosia Spicer had a very large bed. Sophie reclined on it luxuriously, her mass of auburn hair spread across the pillow, her blouse open to reveal the swollen mounds of her sumptuous breasts, her knees raised and parted as instructed. She was watching her superior officer slowly divest herself of her clothes, taking her time to smooth out the creases from her skirt and hang up her petticoat and put away her shoes. There was something rather dangerous about her, decided Sophie, dangerous and sexy. Her pale flanks and sloping belly seemed to glow in the dim light and the smudge of brown curls at the crest of her slit made her pussy mound look especially large and prominent. Sophie stole a hand between her legs and began to gently fondle her own sex fur. She had only been to bed with a woman once before, she'd been drunk then and the whole thing had been just a giggle. This was different. It was a bit frightening.
'What are you thinking about, Sophie?' asked Ambrosia, finally removing her brassiere and turning to face her.
'I'm just watching you. You're very lovely.'
'You like my tits?' She jiggled them with her hands. 'When I was your age I wanted them big like yours. But now I like them because they're too small to fall.'
Ambrosia sat beside Sophie on the bed and put her arms round her. 'What's up, Starkers? All this girl stuff getting you down?'
'What did you mean about me sleeping with other women? I know we're... I mean, this is great but I don't usually—'
'Fuck women.'
'Exactly.'
'Frankly, Sophie, I don't either. And neither did Patsy Fretwork until recently.'
'What's she got to do with it?'
'Everything, as well you know. To get Danny you're going to have to cosy up to Patsy, she's the only reason he'll come back. We've been through all this.'
'I know, but I didn't realise I had to seduce Danny's wife!'
'Well, you might not have to. But to get to Patsy you have to suck up to that snotty dyke on the Blizzard who has got her stashed away somewhere.'
'Pandora Britches?'
'Exactly. There's nothing La Britches likes better than to break in new converts to her kind of sisterhood. My information is that she persuaded Patsy to spill the beans to the Blizzard by putting her head up her skirt.'
'Good Lord, I didn't think Patsy was like that.' Ambrosia chuckled throatily and slid a hand between Sophie's legs. 'We're all like that if there's nothing better on offer. And where Patsy's concerned, there isn't.'
'So I've got to do her too?'
Ambrosia inserted two fingers into Sophie's sticky cunt. 'You do what you like provided you get Danny. I'm just suggesting a line of enquiry, one you might rather enjoy. God, you're soaking down there.'
'That's not surprising, considering what you're doing.'
'You have an insatiable quim, Sophie Starkers. How would you like something long and hard up it?'
'Like what?'
'Like a thick meaty dick.'
'I don't believe you have anything of that nature about your person, Ambrosia.'
'Look in that drawer. On your side of the bed.'
'You haven't got a vibrator?'
'Something better. It's a piece of equipment that's more impressive than Danny Fretwork's. It's the final test to see if you're up to this special assignment.'
'Oh God, Ambrosia,' exclaimed Sophie as she extracted the false penis from the bedside table drawer, 'it's obscene!'
'Pricks tend to be. So do dildos.'
Ambrosia took the object from Sophie and strapped it round her so that, from out of her loins, sprang the incongruous sight of a false penis curving wickedly upwards beyond her belly button. It was bright pink, fantastically veined and ribbed, capped with a puce head the size of a fat ripe plum.
'What do you think?' asked Ambrosia, waggling the great truncheon with an experimental thrust of her hips. 'Think you can take it?'
'Do I have a choice?'
Ambrosia did not reply but knelt between Sophie's legs and carefully spread apart her swollen rose-coloured labia. Slowly and tantalisingly she ran her wet fingers around the top of the pretend penis, then up and down its shaft. Taking careful aim at the gaping pussy hole before her she asked, 'Are you ready, Starkers?'
Sophie's big eyes were smouldering with unspoken need and her whole body was trembling with anticipation. But her voice was loud and firm as she cried out, 'For God's sake, Ambrosia, get on with it! Shove it up and fuck me silly!'
For once, her superior officer was only too happy to obey.
Chapter 13
Pandora Britches came many times before she went, though not nearly as often as Tracy. In his uncomfortable position beneath the bed, Billy reacted to every howl and moan of pleasure, to every shift of limb and to every sticky sucky sound made by the two randy women lying just inches above him. To be so near and yet so far was torture itself. Each climax sent an electric thrill through his aching cock and in the silence that followed he waited anxiously for sounds to indicate that the lovers had had enough. But inevitably the silence was filled by a giggle or a whispered endearment, then by a kiss or a slap and the pair of them would be at it again, moaning and growling and making those squishy sex noises that drove him wild with longing. As he listened, a truly captive audience, his cock twitched and drooled, the juices pooling and drying on his belly in an itchy sticky mess. Above him the awe-inspiring pageant of female lust played on interminably.
There was not much conversation. Every so often Pandy said, 'I really must go now,' causing Billy's hopes to rise - only for them to be dashed as the grunts and gurgles of girl-fucking were resumed.
At last the sound of breathless goodbyes, followed by the click of the bedroom door, signalled Billy's liberation.
He crawled out from his hiding place and surveyed the scene of the debauch. Tracy was sprawled naked across the ruined bed, the sheets in a tangle, the pillows on the floor. Her whole body was rosy and glowing, as if marked with the fingerprints of her lately departed lover. Her big beautiful breasts lolled seductively, the twin saucers of the areolae dark pink smudges in the dim light, the nipples swollen and erect. The sparse blonde curls of her pussy were plastered stickily together revealing the pink and puffy folds beneath. The musk of female passion was thick in the air. Billy felt distinctly left out.
Tracy gazed blearily at him. 'I'm sorry, Billy, I just couldn't get rid of her.'
'It didn't sound as if you tried too hard. To be honest, Tracy, I'm a bit surprised at you. The Working Man's Number One Wanton having it off with another woman. I'm shocked.'
'Well...' Tracy smiled feebly at him - at both ends. Billy gazed at her with undisguised longing. Her behaviour had not rendered her any the less desirable. Rather the reverse. His cock swung in front of him like a boom, even more painfully stiff than it had been at any point during the whole ordeal.
'You do look funny,' said Tracy. 'How long are you going to stand their pointing that great big thing at me? Why don't you come here and give me a cuddle?'
'I'll say this for you, Tracy,' said Billy as he snuggled down beside her and wrapped his arms around her delicious dimpled form, 'you've got some stamina. It sounded to me as if that Pandora had finished you off for good.'
'Oh, belt up. I'm partial to the girls if you must know but I just can't do without this,' and as she said it she swung a leg over Billy's hip and cunningly captured the bulb of his cock-head in the nook of her crotch. Billy needed no further invitation and slid sweetly inside her to the hilt in one smooth rush till they were joined belly to belly.
'Oh God, Tracy,' he breathed, 'that's better. Under the bed, listening to you, was just torture.'
'Ssh, Billy,' sighed Tracy, drawing his face to the luscious mounds of her tits and feeding a fat pink nipple between his lips. Wriggling the firm flesh of her bottom against his thighs, she began the process of relieving his tensions and mending his bruised ego. She gently posted up and down on his body, cradling his tense and desperate cock deep within her, soothing its hurts and easing its frustrations.
Billy lay back and took his medicine. Such sweet medicine it was. He nuzzled and sucked at her opulent tit-flesh as she worked her magic on his aching loins till all the aches and pains of his long wait were soothed away. And then, more urgently and with tantalising skill, she began to rekindle his desires.
She leaned sideways away from him, still holding his cock captive in the skilful mouth between her thighs. Her hand was now at the junction of their bodies, palming his balls, fluttering along his shaft to the point where their hair meshed, fingering him like a clever flute-player in a teasing tuneful fashion that set his pulses racing and his member thrusting urgently into her sweet crack.
'You are a sexy witch,' he breathed into her face, fondling and pulling her big lolling tits, thumbing the pebble-hard nipples, sucking on her pouting lower lip.
'I've got to live up to my reputation,' she responded, continuing her titillating ministrations. 'You poor boy, you're so stiff, so hard, you must have had a terrible time listening to me and Pandy. I hope this makes up for it just a little. Your balls are so big,' she said, cupping and jiggling them. 'I bet you're just loaded with spunk for me. Why don't you let me have it? I can take all you've got. Don't wait for me. Come on, shoot it up me! Up my cunt! Fill me up with spunk!'
'Oh Tracy, I—' Not surprisingly Billy was not capable of withstanding this kind of treatment and he thundered into her in a rutting fury as his cock fountained his pent-up lust deep within her irresistible body.
'God, Tracy,' he panted as he lay on his back, recovering his breath, 'that was probably the most wonderful fuck I've ever had.'
'Until the next time,' she replied.
'No, I mean it. I think you're incredible.'
'So what are you going to do about it then?' she asked. 'I mean, weren't you going to turn me into a film star or something? Wasn't there a phone call you were going to make?'
'Oh yes,' said Billy, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. 'Unfortunately I don't think I can get hold of him right now, it's too late. I've got a meeting first thing in the morning and I'll fix something up then. I promise.'
He smiled at her happily, his kinks now cheerfully smoothed out. 'So what's with Pandy, Tracy? Leaving the sex out of it, she doesn't seem your type.'
'I suppose not. She's got more brains than all my family put together. A lot less commonsense, mind you. She interviewed me for The Rag, it's a feminist mag she edits on the side. She says it gives her a break from the sexist trash she has to write in the Blizzard.'
'What does she do for the Blizzard?'
'Women's page stuff, price of nannies, all that sort of thing. Only now she's got a big assignment, that's why she was in such a flap. She's holed up with some gangster's moll doing her story - Danny Fretwork's wife.'
'Christ!'
'What's up?'
'Nothing. Go on, tell me why you've got your paws in
each other's knickers.'
'God, you're crude. That's one of the reasons why I like Pandy. She values me as a woman. She encourages my artistic aspirations. As far as she's concerned I'm not just a pair of tits.'
'Well, I value you as a woman too, Tracy. You're a caring, nurturing sort, I can tell. Frankly, I value women like you much higher than any man I know.'
'Come off it, you're a sexist pig like all the rest. You're quite cute though.'
'That's just as well because I don't think I can leave just yet. My clothes are still soaking wet.'
'Oh dear,' she said.
'In the circumstances I hope it won't be an inconvenience to you if I stayed here for a bit. Maybe we could order something from room service to keep us going.'
'Keep us going for what?' she asked suspiciously, her eyes widening as she glanced down his body to where his red and glistening tool stretched in sticky splendour across his belly.
'Well, Tracy, there are one or two things we haven't yet got round to. Don't get me wrong but I'd hate to be the only guy you've slept with who hasn't had the pleasure of fucking your magnificent tits.'
'Oh no. Honestly, Billy, I don't think I'm up to it.' But she couldn't disguise the grin that was already spreading across her pretty face.
'I might have known,' she said as he straddled her torso and laid his stiff and gleaming tool along the creamy ravine between the sumptuous hills of her marvellous breasts. 'I suppose you expect me to hold my tits around your cock while you jerk off over me.'
And she did just that, hefting a big boob in each hand and folding the soft mass of tit over his rigid member.
'Oh God, Tracy,' moaned Billy as he began to pump his cock in and out of the valley of flesh, 'that's fantastic!'
'It should be,' she muttered, bestowing long licks on the top of his helmet on each up-thrust, 'how else do you think I became a star? Now, hurry up and cream my tits!'