Web of Desire

by Ray Gordon

  ‘Sorry,’ Gary said, stepping into the hall and passing Mandy a bottle of vodka. ‘I couldn’t get away from work.’

  ‘I was about to go out,’ Mandy sighed. ‘I didn’t think you were going to turn up. Do you often have to work late?’

  ‘No, no. It’s just that we have a big project on at the moment.’

  ‘I’ve got a lot of work on at the moment, too,’ she said, leading him into the kitchen and pouring two glasses of vodka and tonic. ‘Oh, I take it that you want vodka?’

  ‘Yes, yes that’s fine. I can’t stay for long, I’m afraid.’

  ‘Does your wife think you’re at work?’

  ‘Yes, she … er … I mean …’

  ‘I’m not stupid, Gary,’ Mandy cut in with a giggle. ‘All that rubbish about living with your mother and you can’t use her phone …’

  ‘I shouldn’t have lied to you, Mandy. It’s just that you’re such a beautiful girl and … I’m sorry.’

  ‘Don’t apologise, Gary. I suppose I knew all along that you were married.’

  ‘You don’t mind?’ he asked her hopefully. ‘That I’m married, I mean.’

  ‘It wouldn’t get me anywhere if I did mind, would it? To be honest, I don’t want any ties. As long as we both know where we stand, that’s fine.’

  ‘Oh, right. Well, that’s a relief.’

  ‘Tell me about your wife. What’s she like?’

  ‘She’s a prude.’

  ‘I used to be a prude,’ Mandy said, giggling as she sipped her drink.

  ‘I can’t believe that. Are you still wearing the panties?’

  ‘I am. And I haven’t taken them off once.’

  ‘That’s good. Shall we go into the lounge?’

  As she followed Gary through the hall, Mandy felt genuinely relieved to discover that he was married. She had John hanging around, and was beginning to hope that she’d meet other men. She didn’t want to be tied down to anyone in particular. Again wanting to be more like Paula, she was sure that her web-design business would soon pick up and she’d be able to afford to get out more. If she could buy a car and … But right now she had Gary to entertain.

  ‘What is it about dirty panties that turns you on?’ she asked him as she sat in the armchair.

  Settling on the sofa, he grinned. ‘Everything,’ he said, chuckling. ‘The smell, the feel of the wet material … The idea of you wearing them all night and all day turns me on. They must be really wet and beautifully scented by now.’

  ‘Yes, I think they are,’ Mandy breathed. ‘Tell me what you really like doing.’

  ‘Wanking into the material. I love spunking over your panties, but you must be wearing them at the time.’

  ‘Don’t you want sex with me?’

  ‘Well, no. I mean, I’ll lick your pussy and everything. But when I come, it must be over your panties.’

  ‘Is that what you do to your wife’s panties?’

  ‘God, no. She wouldn’t understand.’

  ‘And, I do?’

  ‘Yes, I think so. You’re so easy to talk to, Mandy. By the way, I’m not really shy. I was hesitant yesterday because … well, I’m married and I didn’t think you’d understand.’

  ‘I’d guessed that you were married, Gary.’ Mandy felt in control as the other woman, and decided to use Gary for sex. ‘So, where shall we start?’ she asked him impishly, cocking her head to one side. ‘Perhaps you should begin by examining my dirty panties.’

  He leapt off the sofa, knelt between her parted feet, yanked her short skirt up and gazed longingly at her soaked panties. Mandy’s arousal soared as she looked down at her dirty panties and imagined Gary sucking on the sodden material. She was learning about sex, she mused as he pressed his face into the bulging crotch and breathed in her girl scent. Not just sex, but real sex, dirty sex.

  ‘If your wife could see you now,’ she said, giggling as he licked the wet crotch of her tight panties. ‘She’d think you’re a dirty little boy.’

  ‘She’d think more than that,’ Gary breathed.

  ‘She might spank you for being a naughty boy.’

  ‘She’d kill me, more than likely.’

  Closing her eyes as Gary moved her wet panties aside and ran his tongue up and down the length of her cream-dripping girl slit, Mandy imagined her ex-boyfriends sneaking off with other girls and screwing them behind her back. Now that she was the other woman, a married man’s bit on the side, she couldn’t get hurt, she thought happily. Where there was no love, there could be no pain. She’d been in love before, she thought as Gary drove two fingers deep into her contracting vagina. She’d loved and made plans for the future and … and been betrayed. She’d enjoy friendship and real sex with Gary, she decided. Cold sex, without the pain of love.

  ‘Fuck me, Gary,’ she breathed, shocked by her crude words.

  ‘No, I want to spunk over your panties,’ he replied through a mouthful of vaginal flesh.

  ‘Put your cock in my cunt and fuck me,’ she ordered him. ‘Do it, or I’ll talk to your wife.’

  Gary frowned, obviously wondering whether she was serious as he hauled out his erect penis and retracted his fleshy foreskin. Obviously deciding not to take any risks, he slipped his swollen knob between the sex-dripping petals of her inner lips. Mandy gasped as his ripe plum entered the tight sheath of her neglected vagina. The first time in two years, she thought excitedly as his cock shaft stretched her wet duct open to capacity. His swollen glans finally pressed hard against her ripe cervix and she gazed down at her outer lips stretched tautly around the root of his solid organ. She smiled.

  As Gary rocked his hips, repeatedly driving his purple globe deep into Mandy’s trembling body, she dug her fingernails into the arms of the chair and arched her back. The squelching sounds of sex resounded around the room as she breathed heavily and swivelled her hips to meet the thrusts of his penis. Her vaginal muscles tightening, gripping his cock as if never wanting to let it go, she whimpered in her sexual delirium as she enjoyed her first cock in two years.

  She’d missed this, Mandy reflected as Gary pulled her wet panties further aside and increased his fucking rhythm. His swinging balls battering the rounded cheeks of her bottom, her inner lips rolling back and forth along his veined shaft, she vowed to never again neglect her feminine needs. She’d make up for two lost years, she decided, her young body jolting with the adulterous fucking. She’d fuck Gary and John and drink their spunk and … and live the way Paula lived. She’d embark on an exciting life of sex with different men, she thought as her young body rocked with the illicit fucking.

  Thinking that she could now compare John with another man, she imagined him driving his solid cock deep into her tight sex sheath and spunking against her cervix. Two men on the go, she reflected, as Gary gasped and his eyes rolled. Two men, two hard cocks … Her arousal soaring, Mandy opened her blouse and exposed the firm mounds of her pert breasts, her elongated nipples. Gary leant forward, sucking her milk teat into his wet mouth as he increased his fucking rhythm. How interesting it would be if John happened to walk in and witness her crude act, she thought wickedly.

  As Gary sucked on each ripe nipple in turn, Mandy opened her legs further and rocked her hips to meet his thrusts. She could feel her inner lips rolling back and forth along his pussy-slimed shaft, her lower stomach rising and falling jerkily as his knob repeatedly battered her cervix. She was ready for his spunk now – her contracting vagina was thirsty for his orgasmic milk.

  ‘I’m coming,’ Gary announced, much to Mandy’s delight. ‘God, I’m coming.’

  ‘Come inside me,’ Mandy breathed. ‘I want to feel your spunk inside me.’

  ‘No, no,’ he gasped. ‘Your panties … I want to—’

  ‘In my cunt,’ she cut in, wrapping her legs around his body. ‘Fuck me like you’ve never fucked before and spunk in my tight cunt.’

  Gary tried to pull away, but Mandy gripped him with her legs as his sperm jetted from his throbbing knob and flooded her contract
ing vaginal canal. Her solid clitoris massaged by the pussy-wet shaft of his thrusting cock as she repeatedly pulled him towards her with her feet, she cried out as her orgasm erupted and rocked her young body to the core. Her clitoris pulsating, pumping its pleasure into her trembling body, the cocktail of her orgasmic juices and his fresh sperm spraying from her bloated vagina and splattering her inner thighs, she let out a cry of pleasure as Gary sank his teeth gently into her erect nipple.

  Entwined in lust, lost in her incredible pleasure as she rode the crest of her cock-induced climax, Mandy vowed again never to neglect her inner desires, never to deny her vagina the pleasure of a thrusting cock. She’d use Gary, and John, she mused in her sexual frenzy. She’d use them to satisfy her increasing thirst for crude sex. Once she’d primed John, set him up to believe that he’d be with her for ever, she’d drop him and crush him beneath her foot.

  ‘God,’ Gary finally gasped, stilling his deflating cock deep within her sperm-flooded vagina as she dropped her feet to the floor. ‘You really are amazing.’

  ‘And you’re not so bad,’ Mandy breathed shakily. ‘You don’t know how much I needed to be fucked. If fact, I didn’t know how much I needed it.’

  ‘The trouble is …’ Gary began, his knob absorbing the inner heat of her spasming vagina. ‘The thing is …’

  ‘Go on,’ she sighed. ‘What is it now?

  ‘I’ve never committed adultery before.’

  ‘What are you talking about?’ she said, frowning at him. ‘You committed adultery with me last night.’

  ‘No, no – that wasn’t adultery.’

  ‘What the hell was it, then?’

  ‘You see, I only spunk over girls’ panties. I’ve never had sex with another girl. I’ve never committed adultery.’

  ‘You’re weird,’ Mandy said, giggling as she imagined him wanking over girls’ panties. ‘How many girls have allowed you to spunk over their panties since you’ve been married?’

  ‘Only three. I mean, you’re the fourth. I feel bad now that I’ve actually committed adultery.’

  ‘I feel good,’ Mandy murmured as he slipped his sperm-dripping penis out of her drenched pussy and stood up. ‘I’ve never felt better, Gary. I want you to fuck me every night from now on. I want you to—’

  ‘I’d better be going, Mandy,’ he cut in, his expression pained as he bit his lip.

  ‘Already? Wouldn’t you like another drink or …’

  ‘No, no. God, I feel as guilty as hell. Bloody hell, I’ve cheated on my wife.’

  ‘You’re mad, Gary,’ she said, laughing as he zipped his trousers and concealed his adulterous cock. ‘So, would it be all right if your wife allowed another man to spunk over her panties? If that’s not adultery, that would be OK?’

  ‘Well, no, not really.’

  ‘Hang on. let me get this right. It’s all right for you to wank and spunk over my panties, but if another man did that to your wife that would be adultery?’

  ‘Well … oh, I don’t know. Mandy, will you leave your panties on again? They will soak up the spunk and—’

  ‘Yes, yes, if that’s what turns you on,’ she interrupted him, concealing her dripping crack with the wet material. ‘Do you have any other peculiar fetishes that I should know about?’

  ‘Yes, there is one. But I’ll leave that until we get to know each other a little better.’

  ‘How intriguing. OK, you’d better run back to your little wife and leave me here all alone.’

  ‘I’ll see you tomorrow, OK?’

  ‘You want to commit adultery again?’

  ‘Yes, I suppose I do. God, you’re so tempting, Mandy. You’re beautiful and sexy and dirty and … I just want to fuck you all the time.’

  ‘What about your wife? Don’t you want to fuck her?’

  ‘Yes, of course. But she’s not like you. I mean, she’s …’

  ‘Not a dirty little slut? Give me your address, Gary. I want to walk past your house and take a look.’

  ‘No, Mandy. It’s too risky.’

  ‘Your address, Gary. If you want to see me again, if you want to spunk over my panties and fuck me again, write it down on that pad by the phone. There’s a pen next to the pad.’

  Scribbling on the pad, Gary turned and frowned at Mandy. He was obviously in two minds as to whether to trust her or not, but he wanted to see her again, and spunk over her panties. Mandy grinned as he moved to the lounge door and mumbled something about a messy divorce if she went to his house. She’d got it made, she mused, following him to the front door. She was the other woman now, the bit on the side, and she loved the notion.

  ‘You won’t cause trouble, will you?’ he asked her, opening the front door and turning to face her.

  ‘Of course I won’t,’ she replied, giggling as he frowned at her again. ‘You give me what I want, and things will be just fine.’

  ‘I hope so, Mandy.’

  ‘What’s your wife’s name?’

  ‘Jennifer. Mandy, if you …’

  ‘You’d better get back to Jennifer, Gary. Get home before she becomes suspicious.’

  ‘Yes, yes, I will.’

  ‘Will you fuck her tonight?’

  ‘No, I … I don’t know.’

  ‘If you do fuck her, then think of me. Imagine that you’re fucking my tight little cunt as you slip your adulterous cock into her pussy and spunk her. I’ll ring you tomorrow, OK?’

  ‘You’re a wicked girl.’

  ‘And that’s the way you like me?’

  ‘Yes, yes – I do.’

  ‘I get worse,’ she said, giggling again. ‘I can’t wait to discover your other little fetish. And I have one or two of my own that might interest you.’

  ‘You’re an angel.’

  ‘A wicked angel. Go to your wife now, Gary. I’ll keep my cunt hot and wet for you.’

  ‘Thanks, Mandy. You’re great. Bye.’

  Mandy was amazed by her crude words as she closed the front door. Walking into the kitchen and pouring herself another vodka and tonic, she raised her glass and smiled. ‘To me,’ she said, feeling very pleased with herself. With two men on the go, she was catching up with Paula. All she needed now was some money, a car, a house … She had a long way to go, she mused, taking her drink into the lounge and settling on the sofa. Wondering what Gary’s other fetish was as her wet panties filled with a blend of girl cream and spunk, she sipped her drink and made her plans.

  Three

  MANDY RANG PAULA the following morning and suggested that they meet for lunch. Paula was keen to catch up on the latest news and tell Mandy about the new man in her life. He was good-looking, he had money and a fast car and a house in the country … Mandy didn’t think she’d ever be able to catch up with Paula as the girl rambled on about her latest conquest. She seemed to attract one rich man after another, and Mandy wondered what her secret was. How come she had so many men chasing after her?

  Hoping that she could learn from Paula, Mandy worked all morning and then walked into town. Reaching the café, she reckoned that Paula’s secret was her looks and her money. She was extremely attractive and a successful businesswoman. She had money, a nice car, she’d travelled the world … But, above all, she had charisma. Smiling as Paula arrived, she thought how good her friend looked in her matching skirt and jacket. It was no wonder that men chased after her.

  ‘So, where did you meet this new man of yours?’ Mandy asked Paula as they sat at a table outside the café.

  ‘I didn’t feel like staying in last night so I went to a bar,’ Paula said excitedly. ‘I’d only just ordered a drink when he came over and started chatting me up. He is really dishy, Mandy. And I mean dishy. We went out for a meal and then I went back to his place in the country and stayed the night.’

  ‘Wow,’ Mandy breathed. ‘I’ll bet you’re glad you didn’t stay in.’

  ‘I’m a social creature,’ the other girl replied, with a giggle. ‘I have to be out and about having fun and sex. So, how did your evening
go?’

  ‘Great. Gary spent the night with me and … well, we didn’t stop screwing until the sun came up.’

  ‘Sounds good. You must be shattered?’

  ‘Not at all. I’m used to late nights.’ As she ordered a ham salad when the waiter arrived, Mandy wished that she really had screwed until the sun had risen.

  ‘I’ll have the same, please,’ Paula said, gazing at the waiter’s tight trousers. ‘I’m in a dilemma, Mandy,’ she sighed as the waiter left. ‘Do I see Josh tonight, that’s my new man, or do I see Greg? Greg is one of my other men.’

  ‘See them both,’ Mandy said, grinning at Paula.

  ‘Now, that’s an idea. I’ve gone to bed with two men before and it’s absolutely amazing. You should try it, Mandy. Two men, two hard cocks, two tongues …’

  ‘I have tried it,’ Mandy lied.

  ‘Really? Tell me about it.’

  ‘I was shattered in the morning, I can tell you that.’

  ‘I’ll bet. So, did they take turns or did you have them both at once?’

  ‘Well, they …’

  ‘You haven’t had sex until you’ve had two cocks in your pussy at the same time. The first time I tried it … Wow, what an experience. So, did they double-penetrate you?’

  ‘Er … yes, yes, they did,’ Mandy breathed softly, wondering how far to take the fantasy.

  ‘There’s nothing like a double fucking,’ the girl whispered. ‘The first time I had two cocks was when I’d been to a business thing and these young men …’

  Mandy began to wonder whether she really wanted to catch up with Paula as the girl rambled on about her illicit double fucking with two men. It was one thing having several men on the go, but to go to bed with two … Unable to imagine two cocks forced into the tight sheath of her pussy, Mandy reckoned that Paula was a sex-crazed nymphomaniac. Her mind wandering, she pictured herself naked in her bed with Gary’s knob pumping sperm into her gobbling mouth as John flooded her tight pussy with his spunk. It would be an experience, she mused. But not one that she wanted.

  ‘I know what men want,’ Paula continued. ‘And, more importantly, I know what I want. I have a few rules. If a man doesn’t make me come, I won’t see him again. If a man has no money, I won’t bother with him. You have to have rules, Mandy.’