Watching Me, Watching You

by Gwennan Thomas

  ‘Easy, tiger!’ she said, gripping my wrist and guiding my hand away from her arse. I flushed as I suddenly realised what I was doing – Ruth had no idea that I knew about her anal antics and I imagined what my response would be if someone tried to stick something up my bum without using any lubrication. The colour deepened as my embarrassment grew.

  ‘Oh honey, you look so hot,’ Ruth said, pushing my hair back behind my shoulder before tracing her fingertip down the edge of my blouse. ‘Perhaps we should …’

  I knew what she was going to do but watched in mute horror as she yanked at the buttons. I released her husband’s cock as she threw my blouse onto the floor behind me. I had to fight the urge to pick it up and fold it neatly over the back of the sofa.

  I fully expected her to undo my bra but what she did next was so much sexier – she pulled the cup away, very tenderly, took a brief peek at the exposed breast, the erect nipple, and smiled at Callum. We were sharing a secret from her husband, and it was delicious.

  That little display let me know that Ruth was in charge of proceedings, the alpha – as I had suspected – but actually seeing it happen excited me more than the feel of her husband’s throbbing erection in my hand. Ruth yanked on my zip and moments later my skirt went loose and dropped to the floor. Both Callum and Ruth pressed in against me and the feeling of so much skin on mine – soft, smooth femininity and hard, hairy masculinity – combined to make my body erupt with desire. I was desperate to get fully naked with them. Ruth kissed me again and this time I kissed her back, opening my mouth against hers as I brought my hand up between her legs. They parted and I felt the heat and then soft wetness.

  ‘Oh … God, yes,’ she whispered, as my fingers found the bump of her clitoral hood. I didn’t explore further. I circled my fingertip gently around and around, a ceaseless motion that spread her juices from within her slit up onto her shaved mound. Her body was rocking back and forth, her eyes closed, her mouth moving with unspoken words. She was concentrating, concentrating on the sensations I was giving her. My own pussy was crying out for attention but it would have to wait. It felt good to deny myself.

  I gently increased the speed of my fingers and felt the tension rise in Ruth’s body. I just hoped that I could take her to that perfect peak of pleasure. I didn’t want to tease her: I wanted to make her orgasm; I wanted to make that ridiculously hot body quiver with ecstasy; give Ruth an intense moment of sexual release.

  I rubbed harder, feeling the soft flesh of her labia stretching. She sighed and her fingers dug into my hips.

  ‘Fuck her,’ she groaned, simultaneously sliding her hands down, dragging my knickers with them. I felt the air circulate between my legs as the skimpy material dropped down my thighs. There was no hesitation as Callum pulled away and moved in behind me. He’d been anticipating the command and I wondered how many times they’d done this before; how many times they had fucked a girl together. The idea sent sexual thrills deep into my core. I wanted it, wanted to share myself with them; wanted Ruth’s husband to fuck me.

  I parted my legs and stuck my bum out, presenting myself to Callum. He undid my bra, exposing my tits to his wife. She pushed in closer, crouching slightly to squash her soft boobs against mine. The blunt heat of Callum’s cock moved between my legs, searching for my opening.

  ‘You’re about to become the first woman I’ve let my husband fuck.’ She emphasised “husband” and the word made me gasp just before Callum’s cock, now condom-clad, found the mouth of my vagina and pushed.

  It surged into me, the force of his thrust lifting both of my feet off the ground. He caught my weight and held me up. The power of the man was shocking and he held me aloft as he thrust into me; fierce, primal thrusts which quickly satisfied my need.

  Callum supported me with my legs bent at the knee and spread wide, first in front of Ruth and then the window. It was a wanton display which I found embarrassingly pornographic. Then I realised what he was doing – the open curtains, the lights – he was showing me to the audience. Like a trophy.

  I was horrified. I knew that people could see and that there were most likely eyes and possibly cameras watching, watching the cock driving into me over and over. But I was also excited. Relief came only as Ruth’s naked body stepped in front of me. My legs wrapped around her waist and pulled her in against me to hide my most intimate flesh.

  ‘Ahh, every inch of you is beautiful,’ Ruth sighed approvingly as her hands ran over my body. I couldn’t help but imagine that the cock thrusting so urgently into my pussy was somehow hers. My body melted with the power of the fantasy.

  ‘Oh Ruth!’ I sighed, tightening the grip of my thighs, relishing the soft warmth of her body, enjoying the proximity of her pussy to mine. There was an elemental power radiating through every touch, every caress. The hot, hairy authority suspending me, holding me aloft, pressing into me from behind; the vision of female loveliness trapped between my legs. Ruth’s hand dropped down and did wonderful things to my clit. Her thumb started to draw forth urges and sensations that I hadn’t known I was capable of; husband and wife, working together to pleasure me … in full view of everyone.

  Perhaps it was the shock of having an audience which kept my orgasm at bay for so long – for I have never known such perfect stimulation. It was like Ruth was inside my head, reading my need to go faster or harder, before backing off and starting the cycle over again. She had total control over me, which was both alarming and very, very exciting.

  ‘I’m going to make you come,’ Ruth said at last, looking me in the eye. The way she said it, like a statement in a court of law, made the pressure drop in my belly as my adrenaline surged. The knowledge that she was going to relieve my aching need and give me ultimate pleasure in itself made me shudder.

  Hot tension rose to fever pitch as the rigid length of Callum’s cock buried itself inside my pussy while his wife intensified the perfect stimulation of my swollen clit. I resisted for as long as I dared, but in the end I dropped my weight onto Ruth’s fingers, simultaneously impaling myself more deeply on her husband’s cock.

  Callum breathed heavily in my ear and groaned with his own release. Despite the condom I actually felt a hot burst inside my vagina and the need to orgasm became overwhelming. Muscles tightened into agonising knots before releasing in a glorious symphony of utter relief.

  I’m normally very controlled, even at the height of orgasm, but as though playing to my audience, I let go with a torrent of filthy exclamations and uncontrolled moans. It was the most complete release of my life … and yet I wanted more.

  Callum’s deflating cock was still moving inside me, although the reduction in size and my wetness meant my pussy was making outrageous slurping noises – slurping noises which attracted Ruth’s mouth. She licked and sucked at the juices long after the heat of my orgasm had dispersed and stopped only as Callum let out a shaky breath and dropped me softly back onto my feet before tumbling theatrically onto the couch.

  ‘My turn,’ Ruth sighed, ‘and since my husband doesn’t look up to the job …’ Callum grinned as she turned and knelt over the sofa, giving me a perfect view of her powerful back, bum and legs. I had an urge to explore all of it, from her shoulder blades, down the fluted hollow of her spine and over the intriguing landscape of her bum.

  Every part of her was smooth and sexy as my lips worked their way down. I knew what I wanted to do and hoped that she’d let me.

  Arriving at Ruth’s bum, I kissed my way across her flesh slowly and sensuously. I could see my target at the interface of her bum cheeks: her beautiful arsehole. I marvelled at it – a vertical crease surrounded by a fan of inviting crinkles. How had she taken a cock in that tiny non-hole? Despite my recent orgasm, a tingle of sexual heat was building. My body shivered with extreme excitement as I kissed and licked my way into Ruth’s anal cleft and lapped at the source of my obsession.

  ‘Ooh fuck!’ Ruth gasped, as I hardened my tongue into a nub and ground it into her bumhole and brought my thumb
up between her legs. I started rubbing her clitoris just as she had rubbed mine. Ruth’s knees came apart, which had the effect of opening up her bum crack; she was encouraging me deeper, inviting me into the most taboo region of her body. I obliged.

  The gap was sufficient to accommodate my chin and I was able to push forward, pressing my lips and tongue against Ruth’s anus. I could feel her body responding, the muscles tightening already. My thumb rubbed the bottom of her wet slit, circling her clitoris over and over. Ruth’s hips rolled from side to side, and I heard gasps and groans escaping from the cushions.

  The rhythm of her hips became more violent and I was forced to retreat but the distance did nothing to quench my anal desire. Ruth’s bumhole was shiny with my saliva and it gave me an idea – I licked my fingers and speared her with two of them, my index finger forcing its way into her arse, while my middle one simultaneously slipped into her pussy. The twin penetration looked stunning and the dance of Ruth’s hips became even more desperate. Then it stopped. Her hand gripped my wrist while her bum pushed back hard against my fingers, forcing a much deeper penetration. A second later I felt her muscles constricting, clenching as she orgasmed frantically.

  Ruth disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me with her husband and his erection. I was horny and eager to fuck him again. Without waiting for Ruth’s permission, I moved up over him and guided his cock back into my pussy. It felt so good, slower this time, more relaxed – some of the sexual fires having burned themselves out.

  Not for long. Ruth came back and smiled, nastily. ‘Naughty, naughty,’ she said. ‘Did I give you permission to fuck my husband again?’ I shook my head. ‘No, that’s right – I didn’t.’ And she spanked me. Not playfully; she did it again and again with hard stinging slaps. I didn’t know what to do, so I just crouched there and took it, until my bottom was glowing and the tears were running down my cheeks.

  It hurt like hell but I enjoyed the punishment and felt a pang of regret when it stopped. ‘That’s enough,’ Ruth said sharply, her hand caressing my fiery buttocks. Cold gel coiled over my skin and she worked it in, providing delicious relief. Then her fingers drifted down between my buttocks. I knew what was going to happen and was thrilled.

  That was how I orgasmed for the second time – with Ruth’s fingers deep in my burning bum while I ground my pussy on Callum’s cock.

  As I was recovering, I felt Ruth’s breath tickling against my ear like a lover’s tongue. ‘I want to see my husband’s cock in your bum,’ she whispered, so softly that there was no way he could have heard.

  I had thought that I couldn’t take any more but those words struck a chord with me. Suddenly, I was starting afresh, unbearably turned on. I didn’t reply but eased myself off Callum’s cock, slid forward an inch and dropped, feeling Ruth’s guiding hand between my punished buttocks. It was very slippery down there and my arse simply stretched open as I applied gentle pressure and weight.

  I squealed as Callum gripped me around the hips, pulling down with his hands as he thrust upwards, perhaps not realising that his cock was now in my arse. Only as he sank fully into my bottom did a dirty thought occur to me. I pulled myself off Callum’s cock and positioned him so that as I mounted him in reverse-cowgirl, I could see my full frontal reflection in the window, knowing that I was also giving the best possible view to my audience, whether they be real or imaginary. I wondered whether there was a long-lensed camera pointing at the action between my legs. I hoped so.

  Making sure to spread my legs as wide as possible, I sank back down on Callum’s shaft, feeding it back into my hungry arse. The view from the reflection was fantastic, like watching myself in a live porno on a huge television. Reaching down, I stretched my pussy lips open as my arse sucked longingly on Callum’s meat.

  I imagined guys bringing themselves off while watching me through the window – energetically wanking as they fantasised about fucking me. I’d never felt so dirty, so wanton. ‘Fuck me … fuck me hard,’ I heard myself beg, and the pounding steadily increased until my whole body was incandescent with pain and pleasure.

  Ruth was forgotten as I played with my clit, watching the reflection of myself being arse-fucked. My entire body started to tremble again and I came for the third time in an agonising explosion of ecstasy. I was spent and pulled Callum’s slippery cock free, skinned off the condom and wanked him until I was treated to the view and feel of his hot spunk spurting up my body. Considering what he’d been doing over the last few days I was impressed by the quantity of spunk that sprayed from his jerking cock. I was pleased with the visual effect as it started dribbling down the curve of my belly. Another dirty thought popped into my head as I rubbed the juices into my glistening skin. I looked out of the window, addressing my audience, before licking and sucking my fingers clean.

  As I stood up, Ruth joined me. ‘Time to end the show,’ she said, with a smile. I didn’t even react to the admission that she knew all about the onlookers. ‘Grab a curtain.’

  I took one of the heavy curtains and dragged it across, meeting Ruth in the middle. I wasn’t surprised that our display finished with a little flourish. Ruth kissed me; or rather we kissed, for I was a more than willing participant. The material met in the middle and we were done.

  ‘You knew,’ I said, ‘they were watching.’

  ‘They didn’t have to watch, but I was really hoping someone might.’

  ‘Someone did – I’ve seen the photos.’

  ‘Photos?’ Ruth’s eyes sparkled. ‘You’ve seen them? Are they good?’ The words tumbled out of her.

  ‘They’re –’ I paused, trying to think of the best way to describe them ‘– wonderful.’

  ‘There were three of them at it last night. Disgusting – that’s what it was.’ It was the morning after and I had been trying to find a way to sit comfortably on my throbbing bum when the same complaining couple had barged into my little office. I was desperately tired – but you have to take the consequences if you choose to stay up all night drinking champagne and shagging. I envied Ruth and Callum tucked up in bed, no doubt recharging for another round of debauchery. Not for the first time, I thought about using the master key to slip back into their suite – but duty called.

  The woman paused, waiting for me to speak.

  ‘I’m sorry?’

  ‘I said, what are you going to do about it?’

  I muttered something about “ongoing investigations” and “doing everything we can”. She wasn’t happy but there was nothing further to say. I could hear her raging to the receptionist outside even as the husband lingered.

  ‘That was quite the show you put on last night,’ he said, meaningfully. ‘I’m surprised to find you sitting down,’ he added, cracking a smile.

  ‘I hoped you’d be watching. Did you take any –’ My pounding heart had already washed away my tiredness.

  ‘Photos?’ he interrupted, waggling a disc at me. ‘She’s not seen them,’ he said, inclining his head to the lobby, ‘but I thought you’d want a copy.’

  ‘That’s very thoughtful of you,’ I replied, taking the proffered disc with a smile.

  ‘Well, thank you for arranging yourself so … so indecently. I’ve attached my card, if you ever feel like posing professionally.’ I thought he was joking until I saw the photographic studio’s details on the card.

  ‘I’ll think about it,’ I said, smirking at the idea of getting naked again. I slipped the disc and the card into my pocket, making sure that the notepaper with Mr and Mrs Callum Martin’s home contact details was still in there too. It felt good to have one or two offers worth following up on for when I finally got home.

  The Convent Girls’ Tale

  by Marlene Yong

  That afternoon, I met Vanessa in the restaurant of an expensive hotel in St John’s Wood. When she arrived, I noticed male heads turning – as always. I won’t say that Vanessa is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, but she’s certainly the most voluptuous and sexually magnetic. Beside her I, Dy
mpna, look positively dowdy – which was why I only agreed to meet her in a discreet eatery, and then only once a month.

  We go back a long way, Vanessa and myself. To a convent a few miles from Dublin, in fact. As two skinny but not unattractive teenagers, we both caught the eye of our fair share of boys, though things were all pretty innocent back then. But as we reached adulthood, she left me miles behind. I developed my own skills, though. I wasn’t bad-looking but I needed something to equalise the odds. And I discovered I had an extremely rewarding if unexpected talent. I could deliver one hell of a blowjob.

  My tongue had always been exceptionally long and agile and I playfully experimented and practised in front of a mirror, twisting it into a variety of shapes, extending its length, even manipulating it to make wide circles in the air with the tip. When this began, it was just fun. I little realised how useful this aptitude would prove to be.

  Our sexual adventures began at 18 when, after bedtime, we’d slip out into the convent garden and through a wicket gate in the wall, which the nuns believed was completely jammed shut and therefore safe. A couple of lads would meet us outside and we’d separate into pairs and drift into the shelter of some trees behind a low wall.

  I kissed and necked with Brian a few times but one night he opened his mouth wide, forcing my lips apart. Next moment, I felt his tongue jab in between them. I was shocked but decided to play along and see what it was like. I slithered my own in and around his mouth, licking his palate and rotating my tongue round his. He pulled away looking at me strangely. ‘Jaysus, Dympna, where’d you learn to kiss like that?’ he gasped.

  After that there was no stopping me. I suppose I was naïve; I was also infatuated. In my innocence, I let him lick my breasts and caress my hole with his fingers. I also grasped his thing while he jerked his arse backwards and forwards as if he was trying to make something happen. Nothing ever did and it was only when Vanessa told me afterwards that some kind of creamy juice was supposed to shoot out of the thing that I got some idea of what he’d been expecting.