‘I wore a skirt so short Phil would glimpse my pubes pressed up against my tights – skin-coloured and no knickers, of course. I also left the top buttons on my blouse undone. Beneath it a push-up half-bra. I tell you, Dympna, just dressing up like that was enough to make me throb all over.
‘By the time Phil arrived, I was churning inside. Thinking about what was going to happen got me all hot and bothered, but … well, he is Ed’s partner after all.’
I said nothing, allowing her to continue.
‘Once I saw him standing on the doorstep, though, it was too late. There was no going back. I sat him on the settee while I mixed drinks and told him that Ed had been delayed and wouldn’t be home for hours. I went on to drop hints about “problems” between myself and Ed, implying that he wasn’t seeing to my needs as often as I wanted, didn’t rise to the occasion when required, always kept to the same routine, and so on. I could see Phil was getting horny but he wasn’t nibbling.
‘So I sat down close to him on the settee and asked him about the investment he’d mentioned weeks before. I wasn’t really listening to what he said. The scent of his aftershave was sending little sparks through my cunt and made me all sweaty and wet. I deliberately allowed my skirt to slide up, giving him a bird’s eye view of my crotch each time I crossed and uncrossed my legs.
‘I could tell Phil was still hesitant about fucking me – I am his partner’s wife, after all – so I rested my hand on his leg and slid it up and down his thigh. Each time the backs of my fingers grazed his thing, I felt it jump up – it was like a puppy after a bone! I was so randy my nipples were positively smouldering and I had to struggle to control my breathing.’
Before continuing, Vanessa topped up the coffee in her cup and emptied half of it down her throat. In my mind’s eye, I could see every detail of the scene she was describing, Masked by the restaurant table, I had located the “V” of my mons through my skirt and was pressing my fingers hard against the mound, relishing the sensations that radiated through my vaginal channel.
‘At last,’ Vanessa went on, ‘Phil seemed to work up the courage and placed his hand on my leg. He gradually copied my movements until his knuckles were kneading my pubes. God, I was so moist. It was … it was like the first time a lad touches you down there. Then, all of a sudden, he turned and looked right at me with those deep, piercing eyes. I swear, Dympna, by then my knickers were soaking! My hands were shaking as I scrabbled for his cock through his trousers. I-I tore his zip down and grabbed his cock. His hard cock.’
In the excitement of her recollection, Vanessa slopped coffee over the rim of her cup. I could see sweat on her forehead. She licked her lips. Telling me about her experience was titillating her. It was doing the same to me too, particularly as I knew that Vanessa was holding something back. A familiar languor crept over me. I realised that I was rubbing my thighs together and my own panties were rapidly growing moist.
A question occurred to me. ‘Weren’t you worried that Ed would return at any moment?’ Even though I knew the answer, I was taken by surprise when Vanessa shrugged the suggestion off with a sharp ‘No!’
‘Phil,’ she went on, ‘tried to get his fingers into me by tearing open the crotch of my tights. But somehow he couldn’t manage it. Eventually, he grabbed the waistband and ripped them down. Christ, was I wide! If he’d tried, he could have practically got his hand in. I believe I could actually feel my clit swell and harden. I wanted him. Oh, Dympna, you can’t imagine how much I longed to have him inside me at that moment.’
Vanessa paused to savour the memory then carried on. ‘Anyways, I lifted one foot onto the settee and spread my legs as wide as possible. I looked at that big mirror on the wall, saw the reflection of my pussy in it. The lips were curled back and the inside looked so pink … so glossy.’
Unexpectedly, she fell silent, but I knew she was concealing something from me and was considering whether to tell me or not. And that knowledge added a powerful frisson to the fluttering in my own quim produced by my busy fingers beneath the table top. ‘Go on,’ I urged as I spread myself surreptitiously. ‘You can’t just leave me in the air. Finish your story.’
‘Well …’ Vanessa resumed, ‘by now I hardly cared what I was doing. I levered Phil’s prick and balls out through the gap in his underpants. Then I stood up, turned my back to him, lifted the hem of my skirt and bent forward. This brought my arse level with his face. The muscles in my pussy were clenching and unclenching. Jesus, I could even feel the blood pulsing in my labia. I shouted, “Lick me. Hard!”
‘That was all the encouragement he needed, I can tell you! The settee is low enough that he only had to lean forward a couple of inches to run his tongue up and down my pussy lips. Seconds later I was wetter than ever, from his spittle and my own … well, secretions.’ She paused, recalling and relishing the moment.
‘Dympna, I nearly went ballistic! My legs shook, out of control; my tits swelled to bursting; my throat constricted. I was in paradise. Or something close to it anyway.
‘I lowered myself onto his erection – my legs were trembling – and lay back against him like a lap dancer. I caught another view of ourselves in the mirror. By arching my back, I could just make out his prick slithering in and out of my cunt, wet and glistening. I’d never felt so wanton in my life before. I wanted to do everything. And anything.
‘I made sure I caught Phil’s eye in the mirror, then unbuttoned my blouse to expose my half-bra. I held his gaze as I lifted out my boobs and licked my nipples. They tingled – no, more than that. It felt painful but delicious all at once. Like little arrows were shooting through them.
‘I felt his cock jerking and twitching inside me, knew he was about to come. Suddenly, a wild impulse came over me, Dympna. I did something so outrageous that it shocks me now just to think of it. I pulled myself off him, spun round and threw myself on my knees directly in front of his hard-on. There was something I’d always wanted to try.
‘I slid one hand beneath his balls and fingered my clit with the other. “Bukkake me,” I begged him, utterly shameless now. “What?” he panted. Seeing he didn’t understand I repeated it, slower this time. “Bu-kka-ke.” He looked confused. “Come on my face!” I yelled and tilted my head back. In that moment, he had such a shameless, lustful look on his face, I could have eaten him up.
‘His sperm rained down, splashing my cheeks, hair, eyes and my mouth – I felt most whorish of all when it splashed on my lips and tongue. I was trembling as I brought my hands up and smeared his spunk over my neck, ears, breasts. That’s when I started to come. I came so hard. You’ve no idea how powerful, how sexy, it felt, Dympna. You’d never believe it but minutes later, I was still coming, juices pouring from me.’
Vanessa paused in her narrative. Her cheeks glowed red with arousal at the memory and her pleasure in recounting it. Below the surface of the table I too was spending. Her account on its own would not have brought me to an orgasm in a restaurant, but knowing what I did, what she was hiding, drove me over the top. I had to grit my teeth to conceal evidence of the ripples running through my cunt at that moment. Fortunately, Vanessa, engrossed in her own reverie, noticed nothing.
‘And then …?’ I asked once I’d slowed my breathing back down again.
‘That was it! I told Phil I didn’t want Ed to come home and find us like that and I coaxed him out of the house. He asked if we might repeat our … er … encounter … and I said I’d think about it. Maybe I will.’ Her eyes went misty for a moment, then she giggled. ‘Oh, Dympna, I wish you’d been there! You’d have loved it.’
She peered at the Rolex on her wrist. ‘Anyway, must fly. Ed’s expecting me. You pick up the tab, would you, love? It’s on me next time, I promise.’
Moments later, she was on the other side of the hotel restaurant’s revolving glass door, waving goodbye.
She wished I’d been there? I chuckled and sipped the last of my coffee, now lukewarm.
As I said, we are all voyeurs. Ed certa
inly is. And he’d delighted in every contortion of Vanessa’s body as she’d seduced Phil. He’d had a perfect view of every inch of their flesh through the expensive two-way mirror he’d installed in a tiny room adjoining the lounge. He’d gawked, just as he’d done on countless other occasions when Vanessa – a born exhibitionist – had brought her one-night stands back to their home. And he’d watched, of course, with her knowledge and connivance.
But, as he’d ogled Vanessa’s gymnastics with Phil, he’d climaxed as he’d never climaxed before. His body had shaken with pleasure as his balls emptied in an orgasm which seemed to go on for ever.
How do I know all this?
I know, because the reason Ed was ejecting such copious jets of sperm was because, at that moment, he was also receiving the blowjob of a lifetime – a blowjob he would never forget!
Going Native
by John McKeown
The couple fell onto the bed tearing at each other’s evening dress like the wild animals they were.
The male bit at the female’s pearl-strung neck hanging back over the edge of the bed, pulling her shiny black skirt up to her waist at the same time. Her fishnet stocking-clad thighs spread wide. She leaned up, a lipstick-smeared grin on her face as the male tugged at the zip of his trousers. And tugged some more, to no effect. The female pushed his hands away and, giggling, pulled down the zip, reached a hand in and drew out his long, thick, stiff penis.
The audience leaned forward, rapt. Gasps of fascinated repulsion escaping a few of them.
A few laughingly shielded their eyes, others leaned further forward with exaggerated inquisitive irony as the image swung into close-up to show the male pushing his penis past the gauze-thin panties he held aside with one finger, and into the glistening moistness of the female’s vagina. She clasped him tightly with her thighs, one stocking bearing a hole revealing an oval of white flesh which, despite the furious pumping action he concentrated on the female, the male’s fingers found and tore open. This seemed to redouble the fury with which he rammed himself between her splayed-open legs.
Hera looked at the light from the holo-image playing across the faces of the audience surrounding it. An outraged superiority, a disgust, on some of them, rib-digging hilarity on others, but no echo anywhere of the hot arousal, the envy, the hunger for such direct, brutally joyous physicality anywhere among them.
The female’s wild pleadings for more from the red-faced, rampaging male, filled the theatre, and Hera turned away in disgust. Those humans might well be inferior to themselves in many ways, but she still felt like an interloper, an intruder. Animals should be allowed their privacy too!
The female gasped in orgasm, half-hanging off the bed, as the male pumped the last of his semen deep inside her. Then he collapsed onto her.
The image changed then. There was an older male with grey hair on his chest and two blonde females. One female was sucking at his erect penis while he sucked the breasts of the other and played with her vagina and buttocks. Then it changed again and there was a whole group of the humans in various states of undress, locked together in various intricate ways.
The gasps and groans of disbelief from the audience became more uninhibited. Some even left the theatre. Eventually, the image widened, panning out to show the whole of the huge hotel, transparent to their gaze, awrithe with copulating bodies. Hera could take no more and left it to her co-tour guide to take audience questions and requests for closer views of any particular scene.
She drifted dejectedly to the nearest viewing deck and looked out at the majestic blue-green, cloud-whipped planet they’d soon be leaving for the next leg of their safari among the primitive races. Primitive they may be, she thought, but they’re alive in a way our frigid civilization has forgotten.
* * *
Still almost reeling with her own daring, Hera dropped the few feet from the pod into a dark alley in the centre of the city. She programmed it to return to the same location in 48 Earth hours. But would 48 hours be long enough? Or far too long? She had no idea how she was going to react when she found what she was after, or indeed, if she was able to react at all. Like every other member of her race she’d had her hormone neutralization treatment when a young girl, and though she was genetically and anatomically almost the same as a human woman there was no guarantee that her body would be amenable to intercourse. As she’d heard so many humans say, was she really able to be “turned on” by a man, or, as her curiosity knew few limits, a woman?
But that’s what she had jumped ship to find out.
When she left the alley the full force of the night city hit her. Traffic roared, full of humans – people, she had to start regarding them as people – hanging out of the windows. A wild medley of neon signs and advertisements assaulted her attention above shops and bars choked with people, mostly black men and women, shaking with loud music. And it was all real, inescapably real, not something that was being watched on a holo image from hundreds of miles out in space.
She began to walk down the street as naturally as possible, but already she could feel astonished eyes, and soon voices, trained upon her. As she walked on, amid a rising cacophony of whistling and baying, she felt hands reaching out to touch and grab. But what were they shouting? She adjusted the tiny translator in her ear.
‘Whooo! Man, that is one stun-tastic chick!’
‘Heyay! She may be white but that is one badonkadonk black butt – fo’ shizzle!’
‘Black, white – fuck the colour, man, I wanna piece of it. Who’s in?’
‘Me first, bro!’
‘Yo’ dick won’t last a second in her, jabroni! We’ll leave you the leftovers.’
A gang of black youths was following her. Without slowing her pace or looking round, she turned a corner of the main thoroughfare on to a quieter street. Suddenly they had her surrounded, grinning in a pack, but not daring as yet to get closer.
‘Hey, don’t you know you rollin’ yo’ ass in our ’hood? You gotta pay the toll, bitch.’
‘I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Do you mean some kind of pecuniary remuneration?’
‘You bein’ funny, bitch?’
‘Perhaps, unintentionally, yes. I’m a stranger in town.’
‘This ain’t getting’ us nowhere, asshats – here!’ The biggest of them made a grab for Hera.
Instantly he was dangling three feet off the pavement, with Hera’s hand closed around his throat. They fell silent, mouths fell open, most of them backed off down the street, then ran as Hera shook their friend like a rag doll before putting him down.
‘I’m sorry, but that’s no way to treat a lady.’
As soon as his feet were on concrete he ran off in a rain of incomprehensible expletives. Two youths remained. Very promising material.
‘I’m sorry, I don’t want to hurt anyone. I’m new in town and I want someone to … to show me the ropes – I mean, I want to have some fun, a lot of fun. Understand?’
‘Ropes? Yeah, we understand. Stick with us, er …’
‘Hera.’
‘Hera today, here tomorrow. Let’s go!’
They bought “booze” and picked up a beautiful “chick” in a bar. Hera checked them into a room in a “serious” hotel, quieting the deskman’s alarm with a thousand-dollar bill. She’d had the foresight to print off a roll of currency on board before leaving.
Hera had no idea what to do next, but the boys were happy, swigging the bottle of brandy and tossing crushed beer cans into the wastebasket from the bed. The girl eventually dimmed the lights and started dancing slowly and seductively, stripping off her tight clothes as the boys, one on either side of Hera, watched and applauded. The girl had a beautiful body and as she gyrated, fully naked, in increasingly provocative attitudes, Hera began to appreciate the boys’ appreciation of her. And then she could see their appreciation, as the “flies” of their pants rose and the unmistakable outlines of their large penises became apparent.
Xavier took his T-shirt off, unfastened
the top button of his jeans, and began caressing his groin. Hera could feel her heart beating at an unprecedented, alarming rate. As she watched him watching the girl, his fingers slipping down to his swelling, she started having difficulty catching her breath. She would surely choke!
‘Is this what it’s like? This fear? It’s terrible!’
Tyler turned to her suddenly and gave her a kiss on the cheek. ‘No stress, babe, enjoy the show. Drink.’
She took the bottle and nearly did choke on the fiery liquid, but it seemed to ease her.
Tyler took his shirt off too, and Hera felt it would be polite to show some of her flesh also. She pulled her zip down over her breasts. The one in the middle now lay fully exposed, while those on either side were half-visible. The girl screamed. The boys’ heads came together above Hera’s treble buxomness.
‘Looks like we hit gravy tonight, Ty.’
‘Hera, would you mind if I just … It’s the firs’ time I have … ever … ever …’
Xavier’s fingers gently pulled the zip the rest of the way down to her thighs, the ultra-soft, superfine material falling aside like cast-off snakeskin.
‘A feast for the eyes, and the tongue – if that’s cool, Hera?’
‘Of course.’
Her breath was coming thick and fast now, her breasts heaving, and she could feel all restraint melting under the alcohol and the hot appreciation of the two young men. But she felt herself almost burst into flame when Xavier’s velvet-soft lips closed around the stiffened nipple of the middle breast and began kissing and sucking, while Tyler took the right breast and sucked greedily at its equally hard nipple.
‘Room for one more! Get your ass over here, Wanda!’
Wanda, full of trepidation, but fascinated, came over and sat next to Xavier.
‘This’s some kinda crazy movie, right?’
‘Right. And you’re up for an Oscar. Now give the lady some pleasure.’
Wanda straddled Hera with an obedient sigh and soon was avidly sucking and biting at the nipple of the vacated middle breast.
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