by Noel Amos
And then, just when Billy thought it might never end, when the tossing of her blonde mane and the jiggling of her tits and the bouncing of her buttocks made a kaleidoscope of flesh before his hypnotised gaze, Arnold shot his load. His balls seemed to pulse and twitch and the tool shaft buried itself inside her insatiable pussy in a manic blur.
For a moment both figures froze. Betsy screamed in ecstasy, a noise that was drowned out by a roar from Arnold himself. And then came the flood, a deluge of spunk flowing from her cunt lips down over his crotch and running in creamy rivulets down his thighs.
Like a balloon coming to earth, the pair of them subsided to the floor in a heap, their limbs entwined, their mouths together, their bodies still joined cock to cunt.
There was silence.
Billy, his balls aching and his dick throbbing, slowly got to his feet and crept from the room as silently as he could.
Chapter 23
Sophie recognised Patsy Fretwork from her photos in the Blizzard. In the flesh she looked smaller and older, less of a bimbo in fact, with hard little creases at the corners of her mouth. She regarded Sophie with evident suspicion as she allowed her into Pandora's flat and led her in silence into a cluttered living-room blue with the fug of cigarettes.
'So you're Sergeant Sophie,' she said. 'I can see why she took a shine to you.'
'Where's Pandora?' asked Sophie. 'She shouldn't have left you on your own.'
'But you're here now, aren't you? The force's finest fanny has arrived to protect me from my own husband. How thrilling.'
Sophie looked round at the clutter - empty bottles, dirty glasses, rancid takeaway bags, overflowing ashtrays. It was a mess. Patsy looked a mess, too: her hair was ragged and unwashed, her blouse crumpled and, despite the bravado, she was obviously wound up.
'We'll have to move you,' Sophie said, looking round. 'This place is too easy to find. It's on the ground floor, the locks are no good, there's access from the garden at the back. And it's a pig sty.'
'Well, don't look at me, dearie. This is how the great journalist lives. The worst of it is that the fridge doesn't even work. There's no ice for the gin.'
Sophie pulled a face. 'I'll have it warm then.' And she flopped down on the baggy sofa amongst a pile of newspapers. A cat erupted from beneath her and scurried off with a mew of complaint.
Patsy fetched fresh glasses from the kitchen and poured two generous slugs of Gordon's. 'Cheers,' she said and lit up a cigarette. 'I've had lots of visits from the Old Bill in my day but this is the first time I've ever offered one a drink.'
Sophie raised her glass in salute and took a solid hit. Neat, lukewarm, it tasted disgusting and burned as it rolled down her throat.
'So, where's Pandora?'
'Dashed off half an hour ago, done up to the nines. She's got a girlfriend, you know.'
'Dozens, I imagine.'
'No, this is a special friend. She rang about an hour back and there was quite a conversation. She took it in the bedroom but I heard every word.'
Sophie took another mouthful, waiting for Patsy to continue. The gin didn't taste quite so bad now.
'It seems the loved one spent a torrid night of passion with a man and rang up to tell Pandora that, on balance, she preferred cocks to cunts. It was meant to be "let's cut out the naughties and remain good friends" - you know the kind of thing. However...'
'She talked her round?'
'They're having dinner. She said you were coming to babysit. I don't think she's planning to return tonight. Not until she's licked Tracy into shape, that is.' Patsy grinned knowingly over her glass and Sophie smiled back. Both parties could imagine what such a licking might entail.
'Maybe you're not so bad, considering you're the law,' Patsy went on, pouring them both another. 'You were a big hit at lunch. Pandy got back at four with your short hairs between her teeth.'
Sophie blushed. She didn't want to dwell too much on their lunch at Emmeline's but she had to hand it to Pandy, that woman knew how to suck pussy.
'It was you I wanted to talk to,' she said, 'about Danny.'
'Bugger him, he's in Spain with a big-titted tart from Brum.'
'Don't count on it, Patsy. We thought he might come back to shut you up. Now I can tell you he's on his way.'
'Really?' Suddenly she didn't look so cocky.
'I heard this evening. Your friend from Birmingham rang in to say Danny read the Blizzard this morning and went ape-shit. He flew out this afternoon.'
'But didn't you pick him up at the airport?'
'We missed him. I don't know how. I only know we hadn't got him by eight this evening. He could be here any minute.'
'Oh shit.' Patsy lit another cigarette and knocked back her gin. She gave Sophie a long, appraising look. 'You don't look like much in the way of protection. Why haven't I got a couple of beefy guys? Three, maybe one to take me to bed and the others to stand guard.' She laughed boozily.
Sophie was beginning to feel a little woozy herself. 'Don't worry, Patsy, I might not look tough but I'm very... resourceful. If he shows up, he's mine.'
'Oh yeah?' The grin was back on Patsy's impish face. 'I might hate the bastard but he is my husband.'
'I don't mind assistance. We could take him on together.'
'Right!' They clinked glasses.
'Seriously, Patsy, we've got to get you out of here. We'll go tomorrow. I'll think of somewhere.'
'Make it a lumberjack training camp. Or a boys' sixth form college. Or the Chippendales' hotel suite. Somewhere there's men. Lots of guys with muscle and sweat and big swinging dicks.'
'Patsy, you're drunk.'
'And horny. I'm cock-starved. Danny's pals keep me so penned in no man dares come near me: I've had one fuck in six months and it was so fantastic I'm permanently on heat. I even let Pandora suck me off I'm so randy these days.'
'Tell me about the guy.' Sophie didn't want to talk about Pandora.
'He's a smart-arse, but cute. I had him tailing Danny and he took some great pictures of him bonking bimbos at this orgy. They ran some of them in the paper but most of them were unprintable. Billy's got a real nerve. He hid up a tree to get the photos and got so carried away he fell out, right in the middle of all these naked gangsters and their tarts. But he managed to run off and I got my pictures.'
'Who is he?' Sophie was all ears.
'Billy Dazzle. He's a private detective, though I don't know that he gets much work.'
Billy Dazzle - so that was the name of the clown who had upset her plans to capture Danny last time. Sophie slotted the information home in her brain. Patsy was gabbling on, warming to the memory of her recent tryst.
'I'd always fancied him but never did anything about it. I used to think I'd stay faithful to Danny anyway even though he was bonking half Romford. Silly cow. Then when I got the photos off Billy and we were looking at all these rude goings-on, I knew I just had to have him. There were some really naughty shots. All these great big willies thundering up sopping fannies, people banging away in groups - I wish I had them here to show you.'
Sophie was glad she hadn't - or else there was a good chance Patsy would spot her amongst the revellers, bending over to take her share of those great big willies. Sophie had not been able to divorce herself from the action, she recalled, after all it had been incumbent upon her to play her part to the full.
Patsy, in order to get more comfortable, had slipped out of her tight mini-skirt and sprawled in a collapsing armchair opposite Sophie, her plump brown thighs spread wide apart. Sophie's eyes were drawn to the black bikini panties drawn taut over the bulge of her pubic mound. In particular, she noted the smudge of damp now spreading in the vee of Patsy's crotch as she continued her tale.
'We just stood there looking at all these dirty photos spread out on his desk, discussing which ones we liked best and what turned us on. It was really exciting. He had his hand up my skirt, wandering all over my arse and I had his whopper in my hand. God, it felt good. The first I'd touched in mo
nths!'
Patsy had now slid her hand inside her panties, perhaps unconsciously, and was obviously fingering herself as she spoke.
'He pulled my knickers down and put it up me from behind, with me sprawled over the desk right on top of these photos. I think I came the moment he put it in, it just felt so fabulous. And he just went on and on, jabbing his dick in and out and kissing the back of my neck and saying these fantastic filthy things in my ear.'
'Like what?'
'Oh, all about how he'd always fancied me and the way my jiggling tits just drove him wild and what a great little arse I had and how he was going to pull out at the last moment and shoot his load all over my bum and rub the spunk into my cheeks.'
'Ooh, I like the sound of that!' Sophie was getting quite turned on herself. 'And did he?'
'No. He got so carried away talking about it that he couldn't hold back and he started ramming in and out of me till he shot off inside my pussy. I'm not complaining. I was so far gone I passed out for a moment. The funny thing was, when I came to I was looking right at this picture of Danny being sucked off. Once upon a time I'd have been shattered just to see it but, in the circumstances, I had to laugh. Pandora says that was a key moment in my liberation.'
'You told Pandora about it?'
'She wants to know everything about me, she says it helps her get the right feel for my story.'
A companionable silence fell. Sophie watched Patsy's fingers fluttering inside her black panties. Her other hand was in the open flap of her blouse rolling a stiff nipple between two scarlet fingernails. Her eyes were closed and her breath was coming in short hard pants.
'Patsy, does Pandora have a vibrator?'
'In the bathroom.'
'If I go and get it, will you promise to tell me the rest of what you and Billy got up to?'
But Patsy couldn't answer. Her hips were thrusting rhythmically as her fingers worked away beneath the damp cotton and the first moans of orgasm were already spilling from her mouth.
Sophie sighed in resignation and poured herself another drink. As the cries and moans of Patsy's pleasure filled the room she began to unfasten her jeans. A long night lay ahead.
Chapter 24
Billy sat in his office in the dark. From upstairs came the sounds of Arnold and Betsy still in the throes of passion. It was incredible. How long had it been now? Three hours? Four? They had moved into Betsy's bedroom which was just above Billy's room. The wail of Betsy's umpteenth orgasm rang through his head like a bell. He absentmindedly nibbled one of Arnold's biscuits. He felt very small indeed.
The mystery of his permanent erection raged on. Between his legs glowed and throbbed the biggest boner of his life. After he had crept downstairs he had taken his cock out and looked at it, given it a good shake and, shivering with pent-up lust, in a few quick strokes had shot his load into a wad of paper tissues. That, however, had not solved his problem. His cock had remained obstinately erect, teak-hard and unyielding.
Now, some hours later, it was still as stiff as ever. He fretted. Perhaps this recent surfeit of sex had done him some physiological damage? Could he be suffering from some rare disease of the dick which meant it would never subside? That would be terrible. Imagine going round the rest of his days with a permanent erection. Think of visiting his mother or helping an old lady across the road - a lifetime of humiliation and embarrassment flashed through his mind. He'd have to have special clothes made. Throw out his entire wardrobe and invest in handmade garments designed to conceal the pole in his pants. And what about public toilets? It was a frightful prospect.
What Billy wanted was his equipment back to normal. He longed for the return of his regular appendage that went up and down on command, like an aeroplane undercarriage, so he could land and take off at will. There was no obvious advantage in life in being permanently primed for the act of fornication.
The phone rang once more, interrupting his depressing reverie. Who the hell could this be?
'Billy, it's Candy Kensington. You must come at once.'
Billy was astonished. He floundered. He had never expected to hear from her again.
'Billy, you must help me. This is an emergency.'
And indeed it did seem like one. This was a different sounding woman to the haughty bitch who had thrown him out of her house earlier in the day.
'What's the problem, Candy?'
'Oh God, it's awful. I've got a spider in my bath.'
Twenty minutes later Billy stood in the imposing portico of the Kensington mansion. He knew if he had any sense he'd have gone home hours ago but the throbbing between his legs had not abated and the vision in his mind of Candy Kensington's long bare legs led him on.
As he stepped inside the door Candy threw herself into his arms, a sweet-smelling bundle of loose hair and soft flesh wrapped in a silk kimono. She was sobbing out loud, spilling tears into the crook of his neck.
'Oh Billy,' she said, 'I'm so pleased to see you, it's been ghastly.'
One hand between her shoulder blades, the other on the curve of her hip, Billy thrilled to the glow of her body heat through the thin material.
She held him close, embracing him with the whole length of her and seemingly unconsciously rubbing her belly against the spike of his erection.
'Come on,' she said at length and led him up the stairs and through a vast bedroom into a bathroom that was merely large; it glistened with mirrors and marble tiles and gold taps. The bath was sunken, with room enough for three. It made the spider seem positively minute. It sat peacefully by the plughole, probably the least malevolent insect in the whole of Northwest London.
'Right,' said Billy, deciding to make the most of this opportunity for heroism. He removed his jacket and handed it to the damsel in distress, who stood hesitantly behind him. In all honesty she did appear to be petrified.
He resisted the obvious temptation to turn on the bath tap. Instead he took a credit card from his wallet and a tooth glass from the sink.
'What are you going to do?'
'Just watch.' And he popped the glass over the spider and the card between the glass and the bath. The spider obligingly stood on it and was flipped into the tumbler. Billy held it aloft triumphantly.
'Would you open the window, please.'
Candy obeyed and watched in admiration as he cast the offending insect into the night.
'I don't believe in unnecessary violence,' he explained.
'My hero,' she said as she insinuated herself into his embrace to bestow a valedictory kiss on his cheek. She pressed herself full against him once more, her soft belly yielding to the pressure of the iron bar in his pants.
As she felt it dig into her, a wicked grin formed on her curving lips. 'Is that on my account?' she asked, grinding her pelvis against him.
'Yes,' he replied. What else could he say? And maybe it was true. It had all started that morning when she had captivated and then spurned him. So, now, all he needed to do to cure his condition surely was to bury his aching rod deep within her pampered and perfumed body...
He looked down into her smiling face. Her eyes were large and brown and searching, one was flecked slightly with green specks - it made her look all the more beautiful. Her robe was coming loose and he could see the upper reaches of her breasts and the dark valley between.
'You were lucky I was in the office,' he said.
'Working late?'
'You could say that.'
'Imogen told me you were a private detective. How thrilling. It must be so exciting to do a dangerous job like yours.'
'Sometimes,' he agreed, declining to elaborate on the bold deeds of the day. He pondered the precise etiquette of his current position. Though she was in his arms, her gown loose and her swollen tits dangling almost in full view, he was still not sure of her. She struck him as skittish. If he made the wrong move she might just fly into a rage and chuck him out again.
'I'm surprised you don't have your own official spider-remover on the premises. Don't you hav
e maids and flunkies?'
'They've all gone home. I like the evenings to myself. So I can be free.'
'To paint?'
'That kind of thing.'
Throughout the conversation they hadn't moved, except to get closer if that were possible. Billy was caressing the small of her back in a brotherly, frankly incestuous, fashion and she continued to bump her loins against his erect cock through the material of his trousers. The thin silk of her gown had now opened to allow one long brown nipple to poke free and nuzzle into his shirt front.
'You must let me draw you again.'
'OK.'
'Properly, this time.' Her hands were plucking at his shirt. 'Without any clothes at all.' She had his belt unbuckled and her fingers in his fly. 'Stark naked.' His trousers were around his ankles. 'Quite, quite nude.' And his cock and balls were in her hands. He kissed her. It seemed the appropriate moment.
The kiss was long-drawn-out. Her tongue was slippery and wicked in his mouth, just like her knowing fingers on his throbbing genitals. And his hands were busy too, roving from ripe dangling breasts to the rounded curve of her hip, down the slope of her belly to the soft fur of her crotch where her moist pussy lips opened eagerly to his touch.
She pulled him to the floor and they wriggled uncaring on the hard, cold tiles; she manoeuvring her body so her thighs closed over his face just at the moment he felt her hot mouth on his bulging penis. He lapped and sucked her deliriously, his hands on the firm flesh of her jutting bottom, squeezing and fondling the full softness of her buttocks.
She gobbled him with skill, using both hands and her mouth, laying her cheek along his length and nibbling his balls, licking up and down the barrel of his tool and sucking the big bulb deep into her face. Then, as he went to work on her clit with the ridge of his tongue, she attacked him with abandon. She bit down on him hard but he didn't care. It felt good, it felt wonderful! He jabbed his cock up, trying to jam it as far down her throat as he could and she took it all. He thrust a finger between her bum cheeks, sinking it into her bottom, and that took her over the top. She came in great wheezing shudders, bouncing up and down on his face, her full breasts swinging and her hair flying. Her orgasm went on and on but throughout it she never released her hold on his bursting cock, which now gushed come down her throat like water from a hose.