Web of Desire

by Ray Gordon

  ‘I thought you might not turn up,’ she said, joining him at the bar.

  ‘I’ll always turn up for you,’ he said, chuckling. ‘Vodka and tonic?’

  ‘Please.’

  ‘So, these friends of yours. Have you known them long?’

  ‘I’ve known Paula since I was at school,’ Mandy replied as he ordered her drink. ‘I haven’t met her boyfriend, though. If it gets boring, we can leave them here and go back to my place.’

  ‘OK,’ Gary said, taking the drinks from the bar and leading her to a table. ‘I was wondering whether you’d set something up, like you did the other night.’

  ‘Set something up?’ she echoed, sitting next to him at the table.

  ‘That bloke who came round and caught us …’

  ‘Oh, no, no. It’s nothing like that, I promise you.’

  Mandy revealed her doubts about Paula and explained the game of one-upmanship she’d been playing. She liked the way that Gary listened intently, taking an interest rather than just nodding appropriately. It was a shame that he was married. There again, she didn’t want to be tied down to one man. Her thoughts turning to David, she knew that she was confused. David was kind and considerate and …

  ‘Hi,’ Paula said as she breezed into the bar with a good-looking man in tow. ‘This is Henry.’

  ‘Hi, people,’ Henry said, his face beaming as he gazed down the front of Mandy’s loose-fitting blouse. ‘Drinks all round?’

  The introductions over, Henry went up to the bar and ordered the drinks as Paula sat opposite Gary. Henry seemed all right, Mandy thought. In his thirties with dark hair, he was wearing an open-neck blue shirt and dark trousers. He was probably loaded, Mandy decided as Paula chatted to Gary. Loaded, and good in bed. Placing the drinks on the table and sitting opposite Mandy, he stared again at her blouse and smiled.

  ‘Paula’s told me all about you,’ he said.

  ‘Nothing bad, I hope?’ Mandy replied.

  ‘I didn’t tell him that you’re bisexual,’ Paula said, grinning at Mandy.

  ‘Bisexual?’ Gary echoed.

  ‘Of course I’m not,’ Mandy returned, forcing a giggle. Wishing she’d eaten before going out, she downed her second vodka and knew that the alcohol was going to her head. ‘I’m only into cocks,’ she said, immediately wishing that she hadn’t.

  ‘That’s a shame,’ Gary rejoined. ‘I’ve always wanted to watch two girls getting it off together.’

  The conversation, mainly dominated by Paula, centred on lesbian sex. Mandy was beyond caring as Gary bought the next round of drinks. It was nice to relax and let go for a change, she thought, throwing in the odd lewd remark. She knew that it was Henry’s foot brushing her leg beneath the table. Winking at her, gazing at her blouse, he obviously fancied her. Mandy was flattered, but he was Paula’s man and there was no way she’d get involved with him.

  Paula left the table as her mobile phone rang. Wandering over to a quiet corner, her face set in a frown, she didn’t seem at all happy. Reckoning that it was something to do with work, Mandy turned down Henry’s offer of another drink. Dizzy on alcohol, she decided that it was time to go home. Gary was ready to leave and, when Paula announced that she had to go and deal with some business, Henry offered to walk with her.

  ‘No,’ Paula murmured. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow. Sorry about this,’ she said, smiling at Mandy. ‘I’ll ring you, OK?’

  ‘OK,’ Mandy said. ‘We’re about to go anyway.’

  ‘Then there were three,’ Gary said as Paula left the bar.

  ‘It was nice meeting you both,’ Henry said. ‘I hope we can do this again soon.’

  ‘Come back for coffee, if you like,’ Mandy suggested.

  ‘Well, if you’re sure?’

  ‘Of course I’m sure. That’s OK, isn’t it, Gary?’

  ‘Yes, that’s fine.’

  Walking home with two men in tow, Mandy couldn’t help thinking of the possibility that she might enjoy two cocks. Recalling Gary’s comments when he’d been at her flat, she knew that he’d be up for it. But would Henry want to share a girl with another man? Reaching her flat, Mandy knew that her decision to stick with one man was a non-starter. The game of one-upmanship with Paula was over, but she’d been pondering for some time on the idea of two men using her. Deciding to play it by ear as Gary and Henry settled on the sofa, she made the coffees and joined them in the lounge.

  ‘It’s a shame Paula was called away,’ she said, sitting in the armchair.

  ‘I’m rather pleased,’ Henry said, grinning at Mandy.

  ‘Why’s that?’

  ‘Gary was just saying that it’s great to be here with a beautiful young woman.’

  ‘Was he, now?’

  ‘I was saying that it would be fun to share you,’ Gary said unashamedly, catching Mandy’s eye and winking at her.

  ‘Tell me more,’ Mandy said. ‘I’m intrigued.’

  ‘Well, we thought that—’

  ‘We thought that you might do a strip for us,’ Henry cut in.

  ‘Take all my clothes off in front of two men?’ Mandy said, giggling as she felt her clitoris stir. ‘That would be very naughty.’

  ‘We like naughty girls,’ Henry said.

  Standing, Mandy unbuttoned her blouse and slipped the garment off her shoulders. This was what she’d been hoping for, she reflected as the men gazed longingly at the cups of her white bra. Was the game of one-upmanship with Paula over? Whether it was over or not, this was an opportunity not to be missed. Many times now she’d wondered about having two solid cocks to pleasure her. Two cocks, two tongues, four hands … No one would know, would they?

  Unhooking her bra and allowing the cups to fall away from the mounds of her firm breasts, Mandy felt good as her audience gazed at her. She also felt that she had power over men. She was in control, she mused, running her hands over her rounded breasts. Not only was she well on the way to becoming a successful businesswoman, but she had what men wanted. She was in demand, at long last, she thought as she allowed her short skirt to fall down her legs. But what worried her was that she had no qualms about behaving like a common whore. Henry was Paula’s boyfriend and Mandy should have felt guilty and ashamed but …

  ‘Very nice,’ Henry murmured, staring at the white material of her tight panties hugging her full sex lips.

  ‘Don’t stop there,’ Gary said. ‘I’m sure that Henry is eager to see your shaved pussy.’

  ‘I hope you’re only going to look,’ Mandy said. ‘I mean, I wouldn’t want two men groping me.’

  ‘We’re perfect gentlemen,’ Henry said, with a chuckle. ‘Good grief, as if we’d grope you. We might do other things, but we wouldn’t grope you.’

  Sliding her panties down and kicking them aside along with her shoes, Mandy had never felt so aroused. She’d never really thought about her young body in the past. Now she realised that she had a good figure, beautifully rounded breasts, perfect sex lips … She had what men wanted. And she knew how to use it. Paula was missing out, she thought, pleased that the other girl had been called away as the men gazed at her hairless vulva lips, her opening sex crack. It was ironic to think that Paula had wanted to meet Mandy’s male friends, and now Mandy was standing naked in front of Paula’s boyfriend.

  Walking to the sofa and standing with her feet wide apart, she allowed the men to run their hands over her naked body. As their fingers toyed with her swollen pussy lips and encircled her erect nipples, she felt alive with sex. Her young womb contracting, her juices of lust streaming from her tight vaginal hole, she quivered as two fingers slipped deep into the wet sheath of her pussy. Yet another first, she thought dreamily as her clitoris swelled expectantly. She’d experienced lesbian sex with Jackie, and was now about to enjoy two cocks at once. Male hands reached behind her and clutched her firm buttocks, and she gasped as a fingertip teased the sensitive brown eye of her tight anus.

  ‘Do what you like to me,’ she said in her wanton abandonment. ‘Use me.’

/>   ‘I’d like to treat you like a slut,’ Gary said.

  ‘Yes,’ she breathed as her vaginal muscles tightened around the intruding fingers. ‘I am a slut. Do as you wish with me.’

  Nothing mattered, Mandy thought as the fingers slipped out of her vaginal duct and the men left the sofa and almost tore their clothes off in their haste. No one would know of her debauchery. No one would know what she did in the privacy of her home. Besides, it was her life, her body, so what the hell? From prude to slut, she reflected as Gary knelt behind her and Henry knelt at her feet. One tongue running up and down her hairless pussy crack, another delving into the deep valley between her buttocks, she quivered and let out a rush of breath. This was sheer sexual bliss. Had she found her niche in life?

  Her arse-globes held wide apart, a wet tongue lapping at the delicate flesh surrounding her anal hole, Mandy swayed on her sagging legs as her vaginal lips were stretched apart and her erect clitoris was sucked hard. Gary and Henry were her sex slaves, she thought as they attended her most intimate feminine needs. She’d have them round again and instruct them to pleasure her and take her to several multiple orgasms. What about Jackie? she thought as Gary lay on the floor on his back. Would she become Mandy’s lesbian sex slave? One thing was for sure: Paula was missing out on the best sex ever.

  Following Gary’s orders and kneeling astride his hips, Mandy rested her weight on her hands and looked down at his grinning face as he eased the full length of his huge cock deep into her juice-drenched vaginal sheath. Henry knelt behind her and parted the rounded cheeks of her bottom. His bulbous knob stabbing at her well-salivated anal inlet, he let out a low moan of pleasure as his glans slipped past her defeated anal-sphincter muscles and entered the dank heat of her tight rectum. Mandy gasped, her naked body shaking uncontrollably as his cock glided deep into her rectal duct and his knob came to rest in her bowels. Her sex holes bloated, stretched to capacity, she was amazed by the incredible sensations as her lovers began their slow fucking motions.

  A dream come true, Mandy thought as her young body rocked with the crude double fucking. Listening to the squelching of her sex juices, the sound of flesh meeting flesh, she felt her pelvic cavity inflate and deflate as the two cock shafts synchronised their thrusting motions and repeatedly drove into her inflamed sheaths. Henry muttered dirty words as he shafted Mandy’s tight anal duct, taking her arousal to amazing heights as Gary pinched and twisted her erect milk teats. Tight-arsed slut, anal whore, cock-loving bitch …

  ‘I’m coming,’ Mandy breathed, her solid clitoris massaged by Gary’s pussy-wet shaft. ‘God, yes, I’m coming.’ Her orgasm erupting within the swollen bulb of her sensitive clitoris, her sex holes tightening, gripping the thrusting penises, she cried out in the grip of her illicit climax. Quite involuntarily, she let out a gush of hot urine as her muscles spasmed. Gary thrust his cock into her contracting vagina harder and faster as the hot liquid ran over his bouncing balls. He asked her to pee on him again, obviously loving the sensation. Still in the grip of her orgasm, Mandy managed to squirt once more, her hot piss raining down over Gary’s cock and balls as he announced that he was coming.

  ‘Yes,’ Henry gasped, his creamy spunk jetting deep into Mandy’s bowels and lubricating his pistoning cock.

  ‘You beautiful little slut,’ Gary cried, his sperm issuing from his throbbing knob and flooding her inflamed vaginal cavern.

  Again and again, Mandy cried out as her orgasm peaked, rocking her abused body to the core. This was real sex, she thought dreamily as a river of spunk flowed down her inner thighs. Imagining John walking into the room and witnessing her double fucking, Mandy knew that this was her way of life now. Her climax once more peaking, she knew that she could never be faithful to one man, not even to David. With the money beginning to roll in and men to pleasure her, she’d want for nothing. Collapsing on top of Gary as her climax finally waned, she turned her thoughts to Jackie.

  What would the girl say if she could see Mandy now? But Jackie would never discover the shocking truth. Jackie, David, Paula … no one would discover Mandy’s secret and most sordid life. As the phone rang and the deflating cocks slipped out of her inflamed sex ducts, she wondered whether it was David calling. It was too late, she reflected. She was now hooked on the double penetration of the tight holes between her slender thighs. She might see David again, she mused as she rolled off Gary’s trembling body and lay on her back on the floor. But David couldn’t turn the clock back. Mandy was now a fully fledged slut and she would never return to her old way of life.

  ‘You’re incredible,’ Henry gasped, gazing at the fresh sperm oozing from Mandy’s gaping sex holes. ‘I’ve never known anyone like you.’

  ‘I reckon she’s unique,’ Gary said. ‘I wish my wife was like you, Mandy.’

  ‘I don’t think I’d make a very good wife,’ Mandy said, giggling as she propped herself up on her elbows and focused on the spunk streaming from her yawning vaginal valley. ‘I wouldn’t be a faithful wife, I know that. Mind you, I’m a pretty good slut.’

  ‘You’re a fantastic slut,’ said Henry, praising her again.

  ‘How do I compare with Paula?’

  ‘A million times better.’

  ‘Good, I’m pleased to hear that.’

  ‘And you’re a million times better than my wife,’ Gary rejoined.

  ‘You two are pretty good. Is there any chance of doing it again?’

  ‘Well, I think I could manage it,’ Henry replied, running his hand up and down his stiffening shaft.

  ‘And me,’ Gary said, his cock rising from his wet balls and standing to attention. ‘We’ll swap this time. You do her pussy, Henry, and I’ll do her bum.’

  Taking her position over Henry as he lay on his back, Mandy grinned as his solid cock slid deep into her sperm-laden vaginal canal. Gary knelt behind her, his bulbous knob sliding into her spunk-lubricated rectal sheath with ease. This time, Mandy did the work, the two men remaining still as she rocked back and forth, shafting her tight holes on the two granite-hard penises. The sound of squelching sperm mingling with gasps of pleasure, she let out a yelp as Gary slapped the naked orbs of her firm bottom. Again and again, he spanked her rounded buttocks, sending her arousal sky-high as she gasped and whimpered in her decadent act. Her sperm-flooded sex sheaths inflamed, rhythmically contracting and gripping the solid cocks, she squeezed her muscles and showered Henry’s balls with her hot urine.

  Mandy imagined three men using her young body as the men gasped and neared their second orgasms. Three cocks, she thought, her solid clitoris massaged by Henry’s thrusting shaft. One rock-hard cock repeatedly driving into her wet vagina, another pistoning her rectal cylinder, and a third bloating her gobbling mouth. The ultimate act of decadence, she thought as the birth of her orgasm stirred deep within her contracting womb. Three cocks fucking her young body, using and abusing her …

  ‘Yes,’ Henry cried, his sperm jetting from his throbbing knob and flooding Mandy’s inflamed vaginal throat. ‘Tight-cunted whore. God, you’re fucking tight.’

  ‘Dirty little slut,’ Gary breathed as his knob swelled and pumped its orgasmic cream deep into the very core of her young body. ‘Arse-fucking slag.’

  ‘Fuck me senseless,’ Mandy gasped as they rocked their hips. ‘Fuck me until I scream.’

  ‘Cum-loving slut, piss-whore, filthy-cunted little tart …’

  Listening to their crude words as they once more flooded her sex sheaths with their creamy sperm, Mandy let out a cry as her own orgasm erupted within the pulsating nub of her solid clitoris. Gary repeatedly spanked her glowing buttocks as he rocked his hips and shafted her burning rectal tube. Her long black hair cascading over her sex-flushed face, her eyes rolling, she again imagined a third cock bloating her mouth, the throbbing knob pumping its orgasmic liquid down her throat as her vagina and rectum flooded with fresh spunk. Paula had nothing on her now, she thought as Gary continued to spank the glowing cheeks of her stinging bottom. Mandy had left Pa
ula in the dust.

  ‘Christ,’ Gary breathed as he slipped his spent penis out of Mandy’s sperm-bubbling rectum. ‘She’s fucking incredible.’

  ‘We’ll definitely do this again,’ Henry gasped as Mandy rolled off his naked body and crumpled on the floor beside him.

  ‘Which did you prefer, Henry?’ Gary asked the man. ‘Her arse or her cunt?’

  Sitting up and resting his back against the wall, Henry grinned. ‘To be honest, her cunt is almost as tight as her arse,’ he replied.

  ‘A double fucking constricts both holes,’ Gary said with a chuckle. ‘But I think her arse feels tighter.’

  ‘Do you reckon we could both get our cocks into her tight little cunt?’

  ‘I’ve seen pictures like that,’ Gary replied. ‘The next time we’re here, we’ll give it a go.’

  ‘Or two cocks up her bum?’

  ‘Bloody hell, Henry, now that is an idea.’

  Mandy loved the way the men talked about her as if she wasn’t there. Discussing her arse and her cunt, planning what they’d do to her the next time they were at her flat … Their crude words exciting her, she’d have liked to have taken their cocks into her tight holes again. But she was exhausted and she doubted that they’d be able to manage a third time. As they talked about bondage and whipping, she knew that her next session with the men was going to take her further along the road to her complete and utter debauchery. Watching them dress, she curled up into a ball on the floor as sperm oozed from the inflamed holes between her thighs. The experience had left her exhausted, but also craving more crude sex. The experience had plunged her deeper into the pit of depravity.

  Mandy said nothing as the men thanked her. Gary asked her whether she was all right, and she managed a smile. Her naked body still shaking in the aftermath of her double fucking, she listened as they left the room and the front door finally closed. Her dream had come true, she mused. But now she had another dream. Three cocks shafting her tight holes, filling her young body with creamy sperm. Four cocks? she wondered, hauling her sagging body up as the phone rang.