by Avery, T. C.
As Famke and Aya began their baby oil routine, Jody returned 'eyes front' and engulfed Luke's not insignificant knob for the second time in her life.
It was at least a fine, prime specimen. Above average with all the veins and throbbing things in all the right places. If only she hadn't been hell bent on revenge this was the kind of knob she'd like to see and do more with. As it was, behind the curtain, sat the enemy. Luckily she was able to concentrate on the matter in hand and all but forget the rest.
And so, whilst our delectable duo performed and pleasured each other only inches above Jody's head she committed her attentions to the little head before her and concerted execution of the finest and filthiest fellatio routine of her life.
Jody sucked and stroked, licked and lubed, bobbed and gobbled with a passion that belied her circumstance, but this blowjob needed to be a good one. She was not only after a result, she was also secretly after a medal. A gold medal, that is. A metaphorical badge of distinction that only she would know about. It was important. Right up there with revenge, in fact.
Taking a breather from her oral dexterity for a moment, Jody once again revelled in the screen show. She kept up her stroking routine but as the sliding and gliding performance to die for was performed up top, and administered by one oiled and slippery beauty to another, Jody applied some necessary brakes to her own handy-work. Gripping the very base of Luke's prick tightly she prevented an imminent and untimely eruption, covering up the exact nature of her intentions by smothering the head of his member with her lips again. Clearly he had no objections. And why would he?
A few moments later and things were sufficiently subdued. Jody once again began slowly stroking, pumping and purposefully bringing things back to the boil. She'd learnt over the years, from one or two partners with penises, that prevention and denial during the course of intensity and imminent ejaculation can very often bring about an eventual explosion worthy of telling your mother about when the time comes (yet another intentional pun).
Famke and Aya began winding up for their own 'piece de resistance'. Their naughty, dirty grins and pouts and their kisses and winks of personalized seduction were now all aimed squarely at Luke and had him quickening and rousing fully to this singularly momentous occasion. Jody started with the ice cream licking, Full length, sloppy tongue strokes, interspersed with bobbing and rolling around his engorged throbbing head. Her fingers stroked the base and the underside of his appendage in an ever-intensifying, slippery attempt to get him home.
The music changed to something a little more horny. Down right dirty, even.
Prince. “Cream”. Shaboogy!
Copious quantities of baby oil poured forth once again and, to the audience's delight, it went right where they all wanted it. Famke was kneeling 'doggy style' behind Aya's bottom, which was proudly pointing to heaven. The oil drizzled in slow motion onto and over her perfect pear-shaped derrière, cascading and plunging into the cleavage within.
What an incredible sight. Glistening, shaven, pink, petal-like pussy lips, parting, winking, splaying for the passionate palms of her partner in public pleasures.
It was time for some dirty digits. Moments after Famke erotically licked and sucked on her own middle finger, she grinned at her audience then plunged it three knuckles deep into Aya's beautiful, beckoning bits. The crowd loved it, Luke nearly lost it and Jody sensed she was just about to get it.
The rubbing, sliding and fingering continued up top, in time to the beat, whilst Jody pumped, stroked and guzzled down below.
Luke was imminent. Jody could tell. A little more tugging, a little more rubbing and a few more moves from the girls would do it.
Famke left Aya to herself, and as she retreated to the chair to perform penetrating acts of plastic pleasure buzzing eight inches deep within her own tight and trim quim, Aya presented her luscious labia lips to Luke. Still on all fours, still glistening in oil and still on a mission to mesmerize, mere inches from his face.
They could all tell that Luke was on a one way ticket by now, and as Famke returned to centre stage with the girls' glorious glass phallus, Jody picked up speed, intensified her actions and prepared herself for the pyrotechnics to cum (yet another one).
So there it was. The moment they'd all been waiting for:
Luke with his knob on full pump, tonsils deep and galloping home under somebody's masterful control.
Aya with her oiled and pouting, winking pussy pointing right at him.
Famke now kneeling over Aya's head and holding a gigantic ribbed glass dildo in one hand, whilst her other slides over Aya's pussy, parting her labia lips with the v of her fingers.
And Jody, up to her back teeth in cock, slopping and slurping for the moment of her life.
In went the big glass surrogate knob and Luke just exploded. He literally couldn't contain himself. Shuddering, convulsing, and cumming for all he was worth. He was overheard later, to Jody's personal delight and no one else's knowledge, saying he had just received the best blowjob of his life, and he didn't even know who from.
Jody, for her part had choreographed a consummate act of containment.
Almost gagging on Luke's contribution to the whole performance, she first put him away and patted the spent and deflated penis in an almost thankful way before spitting her spoils into a virgin fresh condom retrieved from her dressing gown pocket.
A glance at the top right hand corner of the video screen gave her an accurate indication of the time.
Squeezing out the air, she tied a knot in the condom just like you would a party balloon and then repeated the process with a second condom for additional security and protection.
The little parcel was then deposited somewhere very warm and very safe, but more specifically, it was at body temperature.
On her way back upstairs through the changing rooms Jody picked up a grab bag and proceeded, via a side door, to an awaiting chariot. Nothing had been left to chance. One of the doormen had been sitting, engine idling, for some time, ready for Jody to appear and hand out instructions. He had no knowledge of her plan for the evening or indeed where they were headed.
It was only a short jaunt to the hotel of love, affection and aircrews but time was of the essence. Critical even. Besides which, not driving, running or travelling in any other mode gave her the perfect opportunity for a change of clothes, wigs and some marginally more sensible shoes.
Jody arrived at her hotel destination in just under ten minutes and they'd only run one red light. Just. She straightened herself out and gave a final check to her appearance in the Hotel light reflection of his car window, which wasn't very helpful after all, and then the wing mirror, which served only to advise her of the smudges she'd received to her makeup. With only her fingers and a hanky she'd blagged from the driver Jody hurriedly made the best of herself before bidding him farewell for the night and trotting up the five long stairs to the smiling, obliging doorman and some big glass doors.
Her next move was a precautionary heads up inside the entrance to the main bar. As expected, our Alex and his silver tongue, was hard at work. Experienced at clandestine womanizing manoeuvres, as he was (in other words he was facing the entrance to keep an eye on things), he spotted Jody then surreptitiously leaned in and whispered something, obviously dirty, or flirty, in Charlie's ear. Not only did this prevent her from looking round, but it also gave him the opportunity to provide a big ‘thumbs-up’ to Jody, lifting his hand from Charlie's warm and accommodating thigh for a moment to do so.
Jody smiled in return and retreated back to the foyer and the lifts. Time was ticking.
A quick text to Danni's new fangled phone provided a distinct SMS ring tone, instantly recognized by her as the signal to interrupt her own proceedings and meet Jody in the hallway outside Charlie's fifth floor hotel room.
Back across town, our duo of delight and perfect performance took it upon themselves to escort Luke and Graham back to their hotel. Graham was in no fit state for any kind of continuation
but Luke, on the other hand was still useful to Famke and Aya. They were in need of rounding off their own evening's entertainment and besides which, Jody still needed his flight itinerary and some scribbling’s there on. More sex and more alcohol ought to do the trick nicely.
The lift bell dinged! Jody stepped through the doors and considered which way to head. Room 524, of which she had previously been advised, was to the right. Striding confidently and quickly she turned the corner and saw Danni not twenty paces ahead. Clearly the night had been going well for her, judging by the unruly hair and blouse. As they approached one another for a quick hug and a euro peck on each cheek, Jody also saw the slight smudge of lipstick, which gave almost all the game away.
"How are we doing?" asked Jody, guessing "Just fine," and hopefully "On target."
"She's absolutely trolleyed! Off her face!" replied Danni.
"Good. Excellent, in fact."
"And Damien's a pretty good snog for a gay guy."
"Yes, yes, it looks like it," jumped in Jody with some real urgency about her. Where are we up to? I mean how far have you got and how do we play it from here?"
"We'll she doesn't know what day it is now and Damien is still plying her with kisses and alcohol. He's a bit nervous, you know. He's alright with the making out and stuff, but he really doesn't want to fuck her, or me, or you for that matter."
"OK, let’s get in there then. Hang on. Make sure the lights are really dim. I don't want her seeing me at all."
"They're all off except one of the bedside lamps."
"Right, um, come into the bathroom with me first. We'll turn that light on first and then you go back to join them and turn the other one out. The darker, the better, eh?"
"OK, let’s go."
Upon entering the room, all they could pick up was slurred speech and giggles. They both dived in the bathroom. Jody checked her watch. Twenty-one minutes, she noted. She flushed the toilet to hide their whispers and give Danni some sort of excuse for her short-lived disappearance.
"Time to get some clothes off," said Jody, quietly, smiling, before ushering Danni out with a pat on her bum and turning her attentions to her grab-bag once more.
She unzipped a side pocket and extracted two elongated objects, both in sealed bags. The first was a considerably proportioned, realistic type vibrator. Soft to the touch, life like even, with a little give and a bend. It had a few modifications, however. 'Someone' had stripped it down to a bare shell with all the inner workings removed. A small aperture had been cut in the tip and the whole thing had been sterilized prior to being placed in the bag. The second item was a long surgical syringe, sans needle, in its original, sealed, and hence sterilized, bag.
Out came the condoms from their incubation chamber, and with a level of expertise not very often found outside nursing circles, Jody proceeded to vacuum up as many of Luke's 'little Lukes' as possible before upturning the syringe and flicking it in order to expel the small number of unavoidable air bubbles. She'd been practicing, obviously.
Out in the bedroom the warm up crew had got things moving.
"Damien must be a bloody good actor," thought Jody as she watched from afar. She'd all but closed the bathroom door and was now leaning on the corner of the bathroom bulkheads, facing the lounge area, struggling to get her eyes accustomed to the near darkness fast enough.
She could just make out Damien going great guns, mouth to mouth, with Suzanne whilst he fondled her breasts through her open blouse. Danni had her hands up Suzanne's skirt, where Damien ‘feared to tread’, and was keenly pampering pussy in an attempt to get some juices flowing. It was working. Legs began spreading, temperatures were rising, and then the moaning started.
A little more friendly persuasion from Danni down at the business end and it was time for the third act. Damien stood up and extricated himself from his trousers. Danni went in for a kiss in order to hide the fact Damien hadn't exactly risen to the occasion.
Some quick thinking from Jody was required. She sneaked up behind him and whispered, "Close your eyes," to him, and though he tried, she wouldn't let him turn to face her.
"My what? Eyes?" slurred Suzanne.
"Yes. Close them." Said Danni taking over.
Jody wrapped her arms around Damien from behind him and slid down his torso to the distinct lack of bulge in his shorts. Without touching the rest of him she began ever so gently caressing his less than even semi-rigid manhood.
A question Jody had asked herself many times leading up to this point, was "How on earth do you encourage a hard on out of a guy when he's not interested in girls?"
The answer of course is with closed eyes, his own imagination and a very light touch. And it worked.
Up came the 'little man' of the moment and Jody stood back again out of sight, proud of her success though not so much as to consider a fully paid up membership of the Fluffer's Union.
Damien tapped Danni on the arm she was using to rummage around inside Suzanne's knickers and then promptly dropped his boxer shorts. Danni unblocked Suzanne's dim view and moved sideways out of the picture.
"That's what we came for, eh?" Exclaimed Suzanne almost incoherently, now getting drunkenly excited about the chance for some real action. "Come 'ere!"
But before she lunged forward and grabbed Damien by the dick, he manhandled his manhood out of her reach with a firm grip on his pride and joy.
Danni got to grips with Suzanne's clothing, saying, "Let's get you out of these then."
She insisted on shuffling out of her skirt and panties first, in reverse order to most undressing games, then off came the blouse and the bra. She plonked herself back down on the settee and slurred, "Come on then, bring it to mommy."
But Damien replied in the negatory with "Ah, ah," and whilst still holding his rigid rogering device in one hand he circled his index finger with the other.
Suzanne obliged without any fuss and turned over to kneel on the carpet before him, supporting the ever-increasing weight of her tired and inebriated body on the settee and resting her head, almost face down in the cushions.
"Ready!" she squealed with a little cushion muffling thrown in.
Damien responded and placated her urgency. "OK, here it comes. You just rest your eyes and let me do the honours."
Then as Jody stepped forward, out of the shadows once more, Danni and Damien, silently picked up their belongings, and left the situation, the scene and the room to our petit protagonist of premeditation.
On their way out of there, Danni did a double take, but kept on walking all the same. What she'd seen, in the dim and dark shadows, was a new dick in town. Only this one was seemingly strapped to Jody's crotch.
An almost inaudible intake of breath and exclamation gave her surprise away to Jody, who, making a mental note, would retain this potentially useful information for a later date.
Jody checked her watch. Thirty four minutes and counting…
Fortunately the clicking of the door latch had no effect or impact on the pre-prepared and prostrated pillow muncher that Jody was now kneeling down to address. Danni and Damien had worked perfectly to Jody's plan, which although they were major role players in, they were specifically and strategically to have no knowledge or notion of the end game. It was for their own protection and plausible deniability if ever required. As we know, Jody was particularly careful about her little secrets, and all her associates enjoyed the fun and espionage of it all anyway. Hanging round Jody gave them all a really good excuse for a bloody good time. They wouldn't miss these games for anything.
Back to the action.........
Placing her left hand on Suzanne's receptive but half asleep left buttock, she steadied and prepared herself. Taking an unfamiliar but firm grip of the pre-lubed protuberance strapped to her nether regions, Jody began rubbing the head up and down Suzanne's presented pussy area. Eventually finding her bull's eye she pushed gently, and assuming she was in the right orifice, went all in!
"Yeah, baby!" Or mumblings to tha
t effect, came from somewhere up the other end, deep in cushion city.
Jody wanted to keep communication to a minimum now, for obvious reasons and after contributing a "Shhhh," for her part, she began thrusting in and out. Of course we know she'd tried a little 'girl on girl' action before, but this was a little different. She wasn't actually attracted to this one, or used to the male function of fornication, for that matter, so it was a little weird. But, she had every intention of ensuring Suzanne got fucked, good and proper, all the same and in more ways than one.
Suzanne began moaning and Jody did her best with her thrusting. In and out and in and out, but now having second thoughts about this kind of sexual act, decided it was actually quite boring and, in this instance, perplexing at the same time.
"I can't see what I'm doing. I can't feel what I'm doing. What's the fucking point?" she thought. "Oh yes," she remembered inwardly and picked up the specially constructed device of deviance from beside her.
Thirty seven minutes!
Putting her bottom in ‘reverse’ sufficiently to pull out 'the beast' from between Suzanne's butt cheeks, she wetted her hand with the lube and juices from surrogate knob number one and transferred sufficient levels, thereof, to number two.
"This was it!" She thought. "The moment of truth," and without further delay gave it an almighty shove, right up to the hilt (her fingers), whilst leaning into one side of Suzanne's still expectant rear end. Though she couldn't quite tell any more. The muffled moaning and proclamations of pleasure had subdued significantly, and for all she knew now, Jody was on her own in the land of the living and conscious.
She pulled out once again, then in. Once more for effect and good measure, then she carefully bent down and pushed in the syringe plunger, instantly introducing a gazillion or more of Luke's little swimmers to Suzanne's baby-making bits.
It was a long shot.
It was a very long shot.
But, as all the self-proclaimed insemination experts say on the Interweb thingy, "You have a potential window of about an hour to put your sperm to good use."