by Noel Amos
Karen stood up and patted her bush dry with a leaf of loo paper. She made no attempt to hide her dark-curled pussy mound. She turned to flush the toilet, showing him her bare buttocks.
Will's face was fixed in horror.
'What's up?' said Karen, pulling her T-shirt over her head and reaching behind her to unfasten her bra. 'Never seen a woman have a pee before? That'll change after you're married, won't it, Adele? Come on, make room.'
It was a squash for the three of them in the small cubicle. There was no way for Will to avoid touching Karen's flesh even had he wanted to. And she knew how much he didn't want to. The evidence was there in Adele's hands, a vast club of a cock distended to its limit. It emerged from a cloud of soap bubbles, the foreskin peeled right back, the glans maroon with pent-up desire as Adele stroked and tickled the fat shaft.
'May I?' said Karen and took charge of the big tool. She slipped to her knees in the swirling suds and looked the monster straight in the eye.
'My God, Will, you've got a nine-iron here!'
When she stretched her jaw wide to take it between her soft full lips, he lost control.
'You witch!' he cried, grabbing her hair and forcing his rigid flesh deep into her mouth. 'You luscious, sexy, teasing whore. God, I want to fuck and fuck and—'
Fortunately for Karen that was all it took for him to explode in her mouth, flooding her with an un-dammed river of Scottish spunk. She clung dizzily to his tree-trunk thighs on this thirty second journey to ecstasy and swallowed all he gave her.
When she took her mouth from his shrinking cock she found herself staring directly at the pouting pussy lips of Adele. Karen transferred her lingual attentions. This weekend was their treat, after all.
As Karen explored the familiar but no-less delicious folds of Adele's cunt, from above she heard the sounds of weeping interrupted by soothing murmurs and sudden intakes of breath. Husband-and-wife-to-be were working things out.
'Adele, I'm sorry. I'm a brute, I know. I couldn't help it—'
'It's all right, Will. I still love you.'
'But I shouldn't have. I've been unfaithful to you.'
'Don't be silly. By my presence I gave you permission, it doesn't count - oh!'
'Adele, are you all right? What's the matter?'
'It's nothing. It's what Karen's doing to my clit. Will, just kiss me while I come!'
While her young guests took their time drying themselves, Karen pulled the covers off the big bed and hung the Do Not Disturb sign on the door. The others might be feeling sated and indolent, but she had a fire in her belly which would take a deal of putting out.
Will did not protest when Karen wound her arms around him and pressed the hard nubs of her erect nipples into his chest.'
'Tell him it's OK to kiss me, Adele.'
'It's OK, Will.'
And so he did. His chest was almost hairless and banded with muscle. There was no flab anywhere on his body - Karen looked.
His club was stiff between his legs again and his fingers were no longer wary of exploring her taut and sumptuous flesh. They fondled each other with relish while Adele looked on, fingers idly paddling between her legs. There was no rush now. It was obvious even to Will how they would fill the time until dinner - though how it had all come about was a mystery he would ponder for a long time.
'Adele,' said Karen, tumbling Will backwards onto the bed, 'tell him it's OK to fuck me stupid.'
Adele dived onto the white sheet beside them. 'Actually, it's not,' she said, 'unless he does it to me at the same time.'
Will looked perplexed as the women arranged their supple limbs on his supine body. But as Karen straddled his hips to bury his straining cock in her hot nook and Adele's bottom descended on his face to offer her smiling cunt to his lips and tongue, he soon caught on. He had never played this game before but if he practised he was sure he could soon get his handicap down.
Later, when the women had drained him dry, Will was introduced to other delights that he had only dreamed of. As he watched Adele and Karen embrace upon the bed, their summer-brown beauty brilliant against the white sheet, their mouths and fingers and limbs skilful in the ways of pleasure, it never occurred to him that they weren't performing just for his benefit. Which, in a way, they were - though, with her head buried between the long lean thighs of her female lover, Karen had trouble remembering Will was even in the room.
She remembered well enough half an hour before dinner, when his revived erection pressed between her buttocks and thrust into the moist pocket of her vagina while she was sucking Adele's pussy to orgasm for the umpteenth time. Then, with Will's massive engine shunting steadily in and out of her cunt and her tongue buried to the root in his fiancee's most intimate orifice, she reflected with sorrow that she had now finished her research for The Novelist's Wife. It had turned out to be a true labour of love.
Chapter 28
As gently as he could, Lucian caught the tiny splinter of wood between the jaws of the tweezers and eased the thorn from the lightly tanned flesh above Caroline's left shoulder blade. A crimson bead oozed from the wound and he dabbed it with a tissue soaked in iodine. The girl flinched and moaned, pressing her face further into the pillows of Lucian's bed. A few feet away, Tania carried out the same operation on a puncture just behind the journalist's knee. The air was thick with the smell of antiseptic and Caroline's nude body was studded with scratches and weals and pinpricks of blood. It was an extraordinary scene.
But not as extraordinary, thought Lucian, as the one they had left behind in the park. Two men on their knees in the flowerbed, their trousers round their ankles and their cocks on display, one hosing the empty air with gouts of semen even as Caroline was plucked from his grasp by Lucian. Behind them the park-keeper was yelling in indignant tones about the state of his roses and the policeman had broken into a trot. As Lucian bundled a naked Caroline ahead of him and shouted to Tania to follow, he saw the remaining picnickers emerge from behind the bushes hard on the heels of the park-keeper.
Caroline's unknown lovers were too bewildered by the turn of events to even cover themselves up. Office-worker number one, whose enjoyment of Caroline's succulent pussy had been so unhappily interrupted, still sported an angry hard-on which was an object of discussion to the gathering crowd. 'Christ, they're a pair of gay boys on the job,' said one voice even as the officer began to intone the caution.
Lucian glimpsed these proceedings through the branches as he led Caroline and Tania along a small footpath which ran between the garden and the back wall. He knew the park well from a period some three years back when Uncle Basil used to bring Aunt Sophie's miniature poodle to the office. Lucian was usually deputed to take Tristram on his constitutional and the little fellow loved to take a dump along this obscure pathway.
'Put your dress on, for Christ's sake,' he muttered to Caroline as they reached the abandoned gardener's hut. This was the tricky bit. The wall was lower here and Lucian manoeuvred an old petrol drum up to it and placed a plank across the top. It held as he climbed up and looked over into a quiet residential street. On the corner fifty yards away was a stream of traffic. Even as he looked he saw two taxis speed by.
With Tania's help he got Caroline over the wall somehow. In fact it was easier than he might have expected. If she had been her normal self she would have whinged and bitched a blue fit. But it was as if she were in a trance and she followed Lucian's instructions without a murmur.
Lucian sat in the jump-seat in the taxi, facing the two women.
Caroline lolled like a doll, her eyes closed and her dress riding high over her spread thighs; the white cotton was spotted with grime and grass stains and blood. Tania had her fist jammed down her throat trying to stifle her hysteria, tears of merriment rolling from her sparkling eyes. Her dress, too, was hiked high and her panties were on view. It occurred to Lucian that, despite the nerve-jangling, heart-stopping stress of their escape, he had had an erection the whole time.
He made the taxi d
rop them by a parade of shops two streets away from his flat. The weasel-faced driver had thrown them far too many curious glances for his liking.
'What's up with them two?' he'd said as Lucian pulled out his wallet.
'We've just been celebrating a birthday,' Lucian said. 'They're a bit tiddly. Here, have a drink on us later,' and he pressed a fiver into the bony hand.
'Ta very much, guv,' said the cabbie, suspicion instantly replaced by bonhomie. "Ere,' he added, 'when you're shaggin' 'em, give 'em one for me.'
Now, with an assortment of first-aid equipment, Lucian and Tania were ministering to Caroline's wounds. She lay unprotesting as they nursed her abused body. In fact she'd not said a word since her exclamations in the rosebed in the park. So Lucian was taken by surprise when, as he cleaned a nasty slash on her upper arm, he heard her murmur, 'Oh, that's nice.'
Caroline's face was hidden from him, buried in the pillow, but the sound was unmistakable. 'Yes, please. More. Oh, that's heaven.'
He looked at Tania who was on her knees by the side of the bed, attending to Caroline's legs. And, he could now see, other tender portions of her rear anatomy. Caro's milky-white arse cheeks were tilted up off the bed, her thighs spread sufficiently to give Tania access to the rear-facing split of her pussy. Lucian leaned over to see Tania's forefinger disappearing between the slick swollen lips of Caroline's vagina.
'What do you think you're doing?' he hissed.
'Giving her a thrill. She loves it. Look.' And Tania inserted another finger, then another. 'She's so turned-on you could put your whole arm in there, I bet.'
Lucian was unaccountably miffed. 'We're supposed to be patching her up, not touching her up.'
'Ohh!' groaned Caroline. 'Don't stop.'
'You see?' said Tania. 'Why don't you get the splinters out of her arse? I'll try and keep her mind off what you're doing.'
Lucian couldn't think of any reason why not. The only problem was that, as Tania soothed the inflamed membranes of Caroline's swollen genitals, the success of her efforts reverberated through the girl's buttocks making them twitch and clench. Delightful though this was to the eye, removing thorns from the quivering bum flesh was a trifle difficult. Lucian pinched together a fold of creamy buttock and applied his tweezers.
'Aah!' squealed Caroline, grinding her pelvis against Tania's hand at the same time as Lucian probed.
'You hurt her,' said Tania.
'That was a cry of pleasure,' said Lucian and held up a sliver of thorn in triumph.
Caroline's arse spasmed, bouncing up and down in a flurry of agitation, the pink-and-cream cheeks a riot of motion.
'See,' said Lucian, waiting till the crisis had passed before seizing a pinch of flesh and re-applying his pincers. The movement spread wide the girl's arse furrow, revealing the puckered dimple of her anus and the pale-furred purse of her pussy still distended by Tania's probing fingers.
'Don't you want to fuck her?' said Tania.
Lucian did not reply. The wanting-to-fuck-her feeling went without saying.
'Do her now,' said Tania. 'I want to watch. Do her here.' And she dipped her head, extending a long pink tongue to circle the pretty fissure of Caro's bumhole. The supine girl moaned at the lascivious touch and butted her spread buttocks back into Tania's face.
The Australian lifted her head, her eyes shiny. 'See, she wants it.'
Lucian threw his clothes off in seconds.
It wasn't easy to position himself because Tania had the urge to keep her fingers in Caro's cunt. They compromised by letting Lucian arrange himself on Caroline first. Tania fetched some cream and worked it into Caro's bum. She did it very thoroughly, pushing big dollops right inside. Finally she sucked Lucian's bursting tool into her mouth, wetting it thoroughly with her spittle.
'Go on,' she urged. 'Put it up her now. She's dying for it.'
The truth was, they all were. Lucian gritted his teeth as he pushed his purple glans against the glistening star of the girl's fundament. It resisted. Tania took charge and pressed the knob in. The slippery flesh yielded, the tiny circlet stretching to engulf the rounded end, then closing over the shaft as Lucian slid smoothly, sweetly home deep into the intimate crevice of her arse.
'Ooh!' squealed Caroline and pressed her buttocks hard against his belly, trying it seemed to get even more cock inside her. Lucian lifted her by the hips and Tania slipped a pillow beneath her belly, then the pair slumped back upon the bed, squirming and pumping.
'Wait! Wait!' cried Tania as she knelt behind them and pushed her hand beneath Lucian's leaping balls to fondle Caroline's neglected vagina. The three of them were connected, plugged into a hot sexual current that raced through their veins like electricity.
Lucian knew he couldn't last long. All that had happened in the last few hours was enough in itself to send him over the edge, not to mention the release of tension after the escape from the park. And now to have his cock buried in the most delicious arse of his sexual acquaintance, with another girl's hand foraging in the pocket of his lover's vagina - he could feel Tania's fingers stroking his cock through the thin membranes of sex tissue - was incredible. Caroline was writhing and panting beneath him in a crescendo of movement and he could hear Tania's heavy breathing behind him as she urged them on with a string of obscenities. He had no doubt she had her other hand between her own legs.
They all came together.
Then they collapsed and went to sleep.
When the phone rang only Lucian stirred.
'Miranda wants to know what you're up to,' said his assistant.
'Tell her I'm working at home,' he replied and hugged the two authors closer to him on the bed.
Chapter 29
When Lucian woke up he was alone. He stretched languorously across the bed and the late afternoon sun fell on his face. He felt as if he had taken some weird hallucinogen for his mind was a whirl of indistinct erotic images - blood-beaded white flesh and soft-furred cunt-clefts and heavy, hanging breasts. He sat up and peered around him, the events of the day slowly assembling themselves in his memory. The disarray of his room and the smell of antiseptic confirmed that it had all been more than a sex-mad dream.
He padded down to the kitchen, suddenly ravenous. There wasn't much in the fridge but enough to satisfy him, thank God. He washed down cheese, salami and an apple with a glass of iced water. It tasted like the best food he had ever eaten.
On the table was a note from Tania: 'Gone to Paul's to develop the film. See ya when I see ya. Big kisses. T.'
The thought of the pictures of Caro in the roses sent a twitch of excitement the length of his cock, which was now inching, turgid and expectant, along his thigh. With his belly full and his brain awake and buzzing, he realised he had hardly begun to exhaust the possibilities of being in bed with two women. They had been hot and eager, as horny as him, and now they had gone. He had little expectation of seeing Tania again that day. Paul was another roving Australian who had access to a photo lab somewhere in town. Lucian had no doubt that Tania's relationship with him involved exposing more than rolls of film.
He returned to his bedroom and began to clean up. He pulled the sheet off the bed, stained with dots and smears of blood and other telltale soggy patches. He collected all the wads of tissue and discarded dressings. He threw open the windows, including the skylight above his bed. As he did so, naturally he looked across the street.'
Nicole was there. His heart thudded and he froze, his fingers pressing white-tipped to the window sill. She was, as ever, heart-stoppingly beautiful.'
She wore her tennis outfit - white T-shirt, white pleated skirt, white socks, white plimsolls - the classic ensemble from the days of amateur Wimbledon. On her it looked classically cock-stiffening. Lucian was very stiff indeed.
Nicole was talking to someone out of sight. No doubt Hugh was also relishing the sight of her pirouetting up and down, the skirt whisking across her delectable thighs, her full bosom straining the cotton of her shirt. For a married woman, Nicole
certainly gave good value. Parading around her bedroom, everything she did was calculated to set her man on fire.
Now she reached under her skirt and wriggled. It could only mean - yes! Her panties were skittering down her long brown legs. She bent to pick them up, offering Lucian the tiniest glimpse of pale buttock, before throwing them to Hugh who was still hidden from his sight.
She performed a few stretching exercises, arms reaching to the sky, then to one side, then the other, the hem of her skirt lifting each time to just below her crotch. She turned to face the window and bent down to touch her toes. Lucian imagined the view Hugh was getting. He groaned.
Then she took her top off to reveal a white sports bra with crossover straps. For a woman with her superstructure, Nicole needed some serious support on court. The bra did not remain long. Lucian was almost drooling as he watched her fingers reach between her shoulder blades and unclasp the garment. Though he could not see, he could imagine the shift of flesh outward and downward as her magnificent chest globes were freed from constraint. His fingers itched to caress her.
The exercises resumed. There was more arm-waving and this time Lucian could glimpse the golden shimmer of tit as she twisted her torso. He clasped his jumping cock firmly in his fist, determined not to give himself relief just yet. But Nicole's exhibition was becoming more than he could bear.
And more than her other watcher could bear too, it seemed. A figure suddenly stepped into Lucian's view, smiling and closing fast on Nicole's irresistible body. Lucian was flabbergasted. The man with his arms around her, pressing those big breasts to his chest and subjecting her to a soul-searching kiss, was not her husband. What's more, his naked torso was the colour of bitter chocolate and Lucian recognised him. His name was Freddy Cameron, an investment banker with a Rolls that took up two places in the tennis-club car park. He was also the owner of the biggest cock Lucian had ever seen.