by Noel Amos
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.
Chapter 34
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.
'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 c
ock 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!'
Chapter 35
'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, howev
er, 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.'
Chapter 36
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.