Not to be left out, Audrey also knelt down. She wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock. She began to stroke it as Janice’s tongue moved to the tip and licked it like a lollipop.
Soon Janice inched Audrey out of the way to hold Mark’s cock at the base. She licked the shaft until it was slick, and then wrapped her lips around the head and plunged down. Mark moaned as the woman sucked his cock.
To hear his sounds every time that bitch sucked him in drove Audrey wild. Until this evening Mark had belonged to her. Now he had his dick in some other woman’s mouth!
“Gimme,” Audrey pleaded. “Let me suck his dick.”
Janice engulfed his penis so fully her eyes bulged and a teardrop formed in the corner of one, then rose up to free his engorged penis.
“Oh fuck,” he exclaimed.
Audrey scooted forward for better positioning, and took him into her mouth. She sucked him hard, took him deep. She felt the throbbing dick pushing against the back of her throat. She took what seemed a massive length into her mouth but she couldn’t stop gagging. Disappointment reigned that she could not take it all like Janice had. However, each time she tried, Mark responded with moans, with throbs, that told her he enjoyed causing the reflex. Finally she gave up, coughing. Her thighs had grown slick. She longed to have Mark bury that meat deep inside her.
Janice must have been lusting for the same thing. The woman pushed Audrey aside, climbed up to straddle him. The object of their affection quickly disappeared between her tanned thighs. As she bounced in his lap, his hands on her hips, Audrey noticed the gentle sway of firm breasts. She caught herself paying much too much attention to them as the pair fucked. When Janice started rubbing her clit, Audrey followed suit with her own body.
Feeling like a voyeur, Audrey couldn’t help rubbing free a climax of her own. To watch two people having … doing … right in front of her. How many times had she paid to watch similar images on Pay-Per-View television? Only a few and it didn’t compare to this. She hungered for penetration, knowing good and well it would be like switching channels from featured porn stars to amateur home videotaped sex.
Maybe Mark got off on skanky, down-and-dirty sex. As much as this evening was turning her on, Audrey wondered if she got off on it too. Whatever the reason, she simply needed Mark to please her. She wanted to tell Janice to get off her man, give her a turn. She wanted to scream to Mark to fuck her until she came. But no, she could never do that. Instead, Audrey moved closer. She caught Mark’s attention, flashed him a sultry look.
His eyes shone happily when she did. So Audrey began to tempt him, first using her body, tweaking her nipples, licking her lips, but then, when that didn’t work, she moved closer to Janice. Audrey caressed those big, beautiful breasts. She nuzzled Janice’s neck, her unfair breasts.
“I want some of you before I come,” Mark said.
Janice gyrated a little longer, still rubbing herself. Her moans reached crescendo as she obviously reached orgasm before climbing off.
Mark took Audrey by the shoulders. He positioned her on knees facing the back of the couch. He eased up behind her and buried himself deep. He slid in so easily the fullness, the pleasant stretching of her sex caused her to whimper. Soon he had her by the hips, pounding into her. Audrey glanced over a shoulder to see Janice pressed up against Mark, pinching his nipple, nibbling his neck. Audrey reached sweet orgasm again before Mark began to piston into her hard and fast.
“I want you to squirt on my titties,” Janice said.
“Hell yeah.” Mark slammed into Audrey so hard that she had to stiffen her arms to keep her head from hitting the wall. Then Mark pulled out. Audrey rocked back, a dripping void left between her legs. She turned to see Janice on her knees before Mark, breasts mashed together. He stood pumping his cock between her soft pillows. Breasts ample for fucking. Audrey wouldn’t come close to creating enough cleavage for such a thing. Janice licked the tip of his dick each time it poked through. When Mark stepped back Janice began stroking his erection, aiming it straight at her heaving breasts. Audrey jealously watched as Mark shot ribbon after ribbon of his fluid across those golden orbs.
“I just love a pearl necklace,” Janice stated. She smiled wide as she milked his cock. After he finished she licked a drop running off the head, and then sucked the tip.
Mark made contented noises. He ran fingers through his mussed hair. Audrey joined him on the couch while Janice found a Kleenex to clean herself up.
“You two are too much,” Mark said.
“I try,” Janice stated.
Audrey sheepishly grinned.
“I try, too. But even I am no match for two hot mamas. Go ahead, please each other. I’ll be hard again soon. I wouldn’t want you two leaving until you are completely satisfied.”
Janice caught Audrey’s eyes across the room. She swiveled her shoulders innocently before curling her finger for Audrey to come hither. Janice sat down on the loveseat, spreadeagled, and splayed open her sex.
Audrey must have hesitated, because Mark said, “Go on, she won’t bite.”
“Unless you want me to.”
Audrey went slowly to the other woman. Her skin glowed. Her pussy glistened with juices. Audrey’s stomach clenched and she wasn’t sure if she could go through with this, something so taboo. But when she looked over to see Mark slowly stroking his cock, a satisfied look on his face, she knew she could. In fact, she wanted to. She knelt down before Janice and began to please her, surprised at how easily it came to her.
Mark never took his eyes off her. Later he would fuck her again. He would fuck them both. Only this time, Audrey would make sure that she received his come. She wanted it planted deep inside her. Or spilled across her body. So long as she received it.
Chapter Ten
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No tits. No ass. Basically no figure to speak of. She wasn’t ugly, but she wasn’t pretty, either. And now she knew she didn’t have exclusive affection from Mark. Audrey had nothing!
She had stayed up late crying. By early Sunday morning she had watched everything recorded on her DVR and finished reading a book. She felt ugly, so shopping was out of the question—which seemed very strange to her. If she stayed home, her mother would call, she just knew it.
She wanted a drink. Last night she had drank the remaining couple of beers in the refrigerator. Screw Mark if he showed up. He didn’t deserve any beer.
So there she sat, drinking another Long Island Iced Tea at Club Nadir. Why did she have to be flat-chested? Maybe some guys got off on waifs like her. Obviously Mark wasn’t one of them.
Wait, no. That couldn’t be right. He had invited her to the club. They had sex a lot. He had given her just as much attention as Janice last night. In fact, on their second go Audrey had somehow earned plenty of his attention, with the session ending by Audrey bringing him to orgasm.
Actually, she realized in a moment of clarity, he had been about to come the first time when Janice had enticed him to finish off on her body. Maybe, if nothing else, she had a tighter pussy, Audrey thought.
Creampie, they had called it. When a guy blows his load inside a woman’s vagina during intercourse. A porn term, Janice and Mark had explained when they saw the puzzled look on Audrey’s face when Janice had said it.
Look at that nasty creampie. Fuck, my tits are still sticky, you stud. You really know how to fuck a bitch.
Shut up. Suck my dick clean.
Audrey had beat her to it, savoring the taste of their intermingled juices. Watching Mark and Janice fuck was like working on the set of an adult movie, Audrey imagined. A movie where she got to stand in from time to time. A sort of stunt pussy. A less attractive, subservient woman, expected to take the largest cocks harder, faster, and deeper than the gorgeous starlets. A woman expected to take men’s fluids wherever they chose to spray them. Afterward she would be expected to clean up, fix them coffee, take out the trash. And enjoy it.
After all, it beat watching love stories on television, or the
occasional porn, or touching herself in the bathtub, or reading steamy paperbacks. It beat petting Leo’s soft fur while sitting in 700 square feet of loneliness.
But it didn’t beat seeing the man she loved slamming his meat into someone much more physically desirable.
These things Audrey thought as she nursed drinks all afternoon, all the while trying to tune out the goings on around her. Things such as the bartender swabbing the bar top or serving drinks. A couple of times he tried starting conversation. “Is there something wrong?” and “Are you waiting for someone?” Once he even pointed out that neither Mark nor Jefferson typically frequented the club on Sunday.
Not many people did, in fact.
Good. If Jefferson stopped by, he might expect something. Other than the first time she gave him a blowjob, Audrey had never been with him without Mark being there too. She didn’t know if she wanted to. She also didn’t know if she could resist. After all, she didn’t mean that much to Mark, did she? Not enough for monogamy.
All the more reason to screw Jefferson. Or not.
Audrey scowled into her drink, realizing it was clouding her judgment.
“Would you like another?” the bartender asked.
“Sure. Why not.”
While he mixed it she would visit the ladies room.
Audrey gestured she would be right back, left the bar, headed down the hall around the corner to the restroom. Recalling the urinal inside, she cautiously entered, worried she might bump into a man. Someone occupied one of the stalls, but not a man. From under a stall door Audrey saw bare feet with toenails painted purple. She also noticed neatly folded clothing on the counter between the sinks, along with a towel. A rubber device with a hose lay curled in the sink. Audrey recognized the purse. It belonged to Janice.
Audrey wondered what she was doing here. She hadn’t seen her in the bar all afternoon. Mark hadn’t shown himself either.
A little curious but more interested in relieving her bladder, Audrey slipped into a vacant stall. She lowered her shorts to sit down, to let it flow. Just as she was finishing up she heard Janice’s flush echo her own. She pulled up her shorts.
Janice stood naked at the mirror when Audrey exited the stall. Full breasts, thin strip of pubic hair, round ass. Even her naval piercing sparkled in the bright florescent lights. Audrey couldn’t help but remember the things they had done together. How each had lapped at each other with tongues between their legs.
Although intimidated by Janice’s miraculous body, Audrey relaxed a little. “What’s up?” she slurred.
“Huh? Oh. Not much. Having a few drinks, are you?”
“It shows?” Audrey smirked.
“Just a tad. Not bad.”
“Not as obvious as prancing about with your ta-ta’s bouncing around, I bet.”
“Ha ha.” Janice bounced; her breasts hopped. She began filling the rubber bladder with warm tap water. “So, what are you doing here besides getting sloshed?”
“Nothing. That’s about it.” She began to wash her hands in the other sink.
“Meeting Mark? Is he here?”
“No,” Audrey replied, deflated.
“I didn’t think so.”
The way she said it, the comment didn’t sit well with Audrey. The key scratch along her VW Beetle jogged into memory. Suddenly, she wondered what she was doing standing here talking to Janice. She didn’t even like her.
Before Audrey could reply, Janice took the rubber-hosed implement toward the showers. “Follow me. I could use your help.”
“Doing what?”
“Anal cleansing. You can poke the tube up my ass.”
“What?”
Janice chuckled. “Yeah, I bet you’ve never done anal, have you?”
“You mean anal sex?”
“Yeah. Of course.”
“No. Never.”
“Kinda kinky. I like it. Better yet, men like it.”
Audrey couldn’t help but ask: “Mark?”
“I dunno. Doubt it, though. He’s never fucked me there before.”
What a relief. Audrey had sucked his rod! Without thinking she followed Janice into the tiled shower room.
“Don’t worry, I’ve cleared the plumbing already. This is just one last rinse cycle, so-to-speak.”
“Eww.”
“You prude, you were licking my twat mere inches away the other night. Poking me with a tube is no big deal. Here.”
Janice, still holding the rubber tubing, handed Audrey the bladder. With a twist of a knob, a fine mist sprayed just beyond where they stood. “Hang it from the shower head. This won’t take long.”
Dutifully, Audrey hung the bladder by its plastic hook. Janice handed her the rubber tubing. Leaning over provocatively, Janice spread open her ass crack. “Go on, stick it in.”
“I don’t know about this.”
“I could do it, but it’s easier this way. Just pretend like you’re a man and you wanna fuck my ass. Go on, stick your big dick in, dammit.”
Audrey, not too thrilled about being bossed around, choked up on the hose. She couldn’t help but imagine it was a penis. A very long, thin penis. The tight brown hole seemed to mock her as she eased closer.
“Hurry up, I don’t have all day.”
The rubber tubing had a small nozzle. Audrey eased it into Janice’s anus. The bitch moaned like she was enjoying it. She probably did enjoy it.
“Now twist open the valve on the hose, gravity will do the rest. You can put slight pressure on the bladder. It will make it go a little faster.”
As soon as the valve was twisted open Audrey could feel water coursing through the tube. Into Janice’s ass.
“Now what?”
“Give it a minute, this is just a final rinse, probably doesn’t even need to be done, but I’ll feel better about it. I try to be as clean as possible.”
“Makes sense.”
“Besides, I like a good rim job. Nobody likes licking a nasty ass.”
Audrey cringed at the mental image.
“Don’t knock it until you try it.”
“The receiving end, I hope.”
“Prude.”
“Enough with the prude comments.”
“Fucking prude.” Janice emphasized her point by reaching back to uncork herself. Audrey leaped back out of the way of the strong spray shooting out of Janice. It only lasted a few seconds, but Audrey’s hackles quickly raised. She was sure some of the blast had splattered her bare legs.
“Fucking whore.”
Janice chuckled as she stepped beneath the showerhead, careful not to get her hair wet.
“We are all whores. Why do you think they buy our meals, our drinks. Who do you think bought my tits? You are just as big a whore as any of us—but what I don’t get is, why you, you ugly fucking beanpole? You are okay at licking pussy, but you suck dick like an amateur.”
“I do not!”
“I can understand the old fuckers wanting a piece of you. But Mark? I thought he had more respect than that.”
“Shut up. Stop.”
“Why fuck you when he could have me?”
Pure jealousy raged in Janice’s eyes. Her violent stare pummeled Audrey with its bluntness. Audrey now had no doubt this bitch had vandalized her car. She had patronized her with bisexual sex just to get to her boyfriend. A “boyfriend” who had been using her as a pawn in some unfathomable game Audrey couldn’t comprehend. And now, here she stood, helping someone who could only be described as an enemy.
Audrey went at Janice with arms pinwheeling drunkenly.
Janice, dodging the barrage, slipped and fell. She landed with a wet slap of her ass on the black and white checkered floor.
Audrey, correcting her trajectory, went at Janice with slaps, punches, slaps, claws, intermittently connecting as Janice tried unsuccessfully to ward her off. The barrage continued until Audrey drove the bitch flat on her back, water raining down on them both. Audrey barely stopped to take a breath. When hands stopped flailing, feet kicked o
ut, repeatedly striking the water-soaked blonde in the side and breasts.
“I’ll kill you, cunt!”
“Like hell!”
Then, just as Audrey kicked out again, Janice caught her ankle. Her other foot slipped out from under her. Audrey went crashing down. Janice came scurrying over, like a drowned rat ready to attack anything close. Soon the pair were grappling on the floor. They rolled under the spray, out of the spray, against the wall, Audrey bumping her head hard. A tile cracked from impact. She cried out, and then grabbed for hair. She yanked so hard that Janice screamed before grabbing Audrey’s dampened frizzy locks. They rolled kicking and squealing until they ended up with hands around each other’s throats. Luckily, they ran out of air simultaneously.
They let go, scrambled to opposite corners of the shower room. Breath eluded them. After several moments gasping, Janice said, “You better get out of here while you can.”
With her adrenalin ebbing, Audrey agreed. She stumbled out of the shower, grabbing her purse before heading out of the bathroom.
As much as she wanted to simply leave the club, she needed to recuperate. The drink awaiting her in the bar proved so tempting she decided to take a few minutes gathering her wits and drowning her sorrows before leaving. She didn’t care who saw her in shambles. Besides, she needed something to rinse away the taste of blood from her mouth. Maybe the bartender would have some ice for her already swelling lip.
However, before she stepped into the dining room, Audrey saw Mark sitting at a table. The young chubby girl she had noticed a week or so ago sat with him, dreamy-eyed. She imagined that’s exactly how she had looked the first time she had enjoyed dinner with Mark.
Audrey recognized the look in Mark’s eyes. Lust. Tears burst from her and she ran crying down the hall to the exit.
Chapter Eleven
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“No, mother, it’s over. In fact, it was never a big deal. It was all in my head.”
“Aud, what do you mean ‘all in your head’? I thought you and Mark were an item. You said he was your boyfriend.”
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