Church of Swallowing: Jenny
If I had to tell the truth, I was completely sore from the fact that my arms and legs weren’t moved for two days. Hannah and Tracy abducted me two days after I was finished with Roxy and decided to torture me. The two days were a blur after they had bound me down and tortured and teased me. They fed me and watered me yes, but at the same time they also would get each other off, or suck me to the brink that I was about to explode then stop. Hannah would occasionally use my cock to masturbate her clit with, yeah, total torture. The times I did get sleep it was because of passing out from sheer exhaustion. I probably had the worst case of blue balls known to man.
The last thing I do remember clearly was what happened right before I got unbound. Tracy decided to be brave and straddled my cock, using it for her own pleasure, while Hannah squatted above my face, making me lick and tease her pussy lips with my tongue. Tracy was getting full use of my cock, bouncing up and down on it, while Hannah leaned down and flicked her tongue at where my cock was up in Tracy’s cunt.
“I should have done this along time ago,” Tracy said as her happily bounced, her large breasts going bouncing along with her. She worked her muscles tightly, and the added sensation of Hannah’s own moans vibrating through her tongue at the junction of our sexes just added to the pleasure.
After about 5 minutes of this torture, Hannah got off my face, and went behind Tracy, as I got to view the two of them making out while Hannah groped Tracy’s tits and pussy. Tracy’s eyes were closed as Hannah just gave me a wink while she kissed Tracy. Tracey started to work her muscles of her cunt over my cock even more; it was exquisite, as she let out a gasp when Hannah gave a full squeeze to both of her breasts. I let out a guttural groan and just threw my head back.
“I’m getting ready to cum,” Tracy said starting to ride my cock harder as she looked at me, “How much you want to bet if we let him cum it will hit the ceiling. The cleaning ladies will have a field day over that.
She started to pull up, but Hannah firmly placed her hands down on Tracy’s hips. Tracy looked back at Hannah for a moment.
“What are you doing…OH FUCK!” she yelled.
I fucking exploded. Her eyes looked like they were coming out of her socket when the first blast from my cock set off like a canon through her insides.
“OH GOD SHIT!” she cried out when the second one, not canon like, but maybe shotgun like, came through. At least it felt like a shotgun from my cock, it was almost painful when it came out, “I’m cumming!” she cried as my shots gave two more shotgun blasts before fading down to little rapid handheld automatic shots. I might not have had blue balls at this point, but my cock hurt and was almost numb from what was going on. Hannah was between our legs in a moment, starting to suck and lick at what was leaking out of our union.
“Oh fuck! You bitch I can’t believe you did that!” Tracy said with laughter in her voice, “It feels like he fucking coated my ovaries.”
“I thought he should have a special reward,” Hannah said smirking. Tracy just entangled her hand into Hannah’s red hair, “Eat it all bitch!” she laughed. Hannah did suck and lick out as much as she could where our juices were mutually flowing out, slurping and licking, before Tracy removed herself from my cock. They unbound me and my arms and legs were in pain, but the pain was nothing in comparison to watching Hannah eat the cum out of Tracy’s pussy after she cleaned my cock and balls
It was hours later when I finally regained feeling in my arms and legs. It was sped up by a long full body massage by Hannah. The two of us went into a whirlpool to help my muscles, and she sat in my lap, working my cock with her hand.
“Next week you need to do something for Sarah.” Hannah said. One thing about a masseuse, they know how to work there fingers. The effect she was doing with her fingers on my cock was as good as any blowjob I might have had. “What’s that?” I asked, just staying in the motion.
“She’s going to help a friend of hers with a fantasy, giving her a bit of a safety net of sorts, with all the disease and everything going on. Basically the woman wants to go off and have dirty back alley sex with a total stranger. She wants to be totally used.”
I just sat there numbly; mostly because I was feeling blood flow properly again to all of my extremities, which made what was in Hannah’s hand even more rigid, “You’ll just get a picture and a line, to which you will take her.”
How could complain with helping women with there fantasies, if they paid me I’d be a gigolo. Hannah slid down in the whirlpool and her head went under the water, enveloping my cock. She had jacked the base just right and gave just the right amount of suction and tongue. She really was the best when it came down to head. She was able to tease me for hours or set me off in seconds. This time she took the whole two minutes to cause me to drop another load into her mouth. It was plentiful enough that I felt her swallow repeatedly under the water. She lifted her head up from the water and caught her breath, her long red mane plastered over her face and back, “There, you’re all nice and relaxed now,” She stepped out of the whirlpool, “Her name is Jenny if you were wondering. The line is “a rosary tucked inside your lingerie.” Next week, 11:30 pm, at Motus Animi.
Hannah left. I relaxed in the whirlpool a bit more. When I finally got out there was a picture of another brunette woman. She had a pretty face, and a slightly devilish look in her eyes. She seemed a bit petite in the picture, it would be interesting to see what she might be able to handle.
Motus Animi was a jazz club that had all types, except for me. See one of the major types that showed up there were rich socialites of the older set that used it as a headquarters to get coke, or whatever the flavor of the month was. Sure they had good jazz and while anyone could get in, most were shooed away by the expensive overall prices that went along with the drug of choice.
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I noticed her right away when I entered sitting next to the bar. She was wearing a dark green silk dress that shimmered when she moved. Her hair was down to her shoulders and had some thickness and wave to it. She was laughing at two guys that were distracting her left and right, while at the same time they fending off there unwanted touches. Annoyingly, one slipped something into her drink when she was looking at the other and I wasn’t sure that she caught it. I thought I better not waste time as I walked over to her. She gave me a once over and looked at the two almost GQ looking guys.
“Excuse me a moment,” I said leaning down whispering, “You look like a woman that has a rosary tucked inside your lingerie,” she gasped. I slid my hand down her arm and took her wrist, pulling her lightly off the chair, “Excuse us gentlemen, we have business to take care of.”
She smiled a bit as she followed. She was petite, possibly a little over 5 foot. I was actually afraid I was going to break her. We slipped through the crowd and out the back exit, allowing another couple to re-enter, the woman wiping her lips and nose a bit.
“So why did you take me here?” she queried, I didn’t say anything and pulled her into me. I reached down and hiked up her dress, squeezing her tight butt with my hands, “Because I felt like taking what I wanted.”
“What if it isn’t yours to take?” she questioned.
“It’s either mine to take, or the two men in there will be using you for a drugged up sex puppet,” I simply said, smashing my mouth against her and slamming her against the wall. She gasped as my body pressed into hers, she groaned as I slid my ands up her body and pulled down the top of her dress to reveal the top of a corset, pert boobs, and a crucifix on a golden chain lodged between her breasts.
“It’s not a rosary,” she smirked, “But you came close enough,” I popped her tits over the top of the corset and squeezed her nipples. Jenny wasn’t wasting time either as she undid my belt and unzipped my pants, reaching her hands in as I mauled her smallish tits with my fingers and mouth. She stroked my cock to a proper hardness. I simply grabbed her ass and lifted her off the ground, bringing her down and impaling her on my cock.
“Oh shit!” she cried out.
“Oh shit!” I echoed. I didn’t expect the tightness around my cock as I pulled her roughly down onto it. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as I proceeded to pull my cock most of the way out and slam it back in. Every thrust came an “Ah!” or an “Oh Jesus.”
“I honestly didn’t take you for a dirty whore.” I said to her as I licked her face, then bit at the nape of her neck. She wrapped her legs around my back and pounded back as much as she could, “No, you thought I couldn’t take it like a dirty whore,” she countered and gave me the energy right back, “Fucking use me, Jesus Christ I’m cumming.” Her body seizured in my arms and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to go back inside because this was getting her going as her juices were flowing down my balls and down my legs. This was getting her hot. I moved her over to what was a large electrical box and planted her down on it. I took my cock out of her pussy and flipped her over. Her feet were slightly dangling down, but it was level enough for me to plow her from behind.
“Fuck me!” she cried out, and I gave it to her, hard and fast. Kicked and pounded the metal box and worked her ass to my cock as much as she could. She had a hard time getting leverage. I grabbed her ass, lifted it in the air, and took advantage of it, causing her to slide up and down the box.
“Oh shit! Jesus fucking Christ!” she cried out, her dress crumbled around her hips, “I’m cumming again!” I put my hand to the small of her back and grabbed her hair, and pulled it back roughly, as the vice of her pussy did all it could to milk the cum out of my cock. It let up finally and I just proceeded to plow her roughly, her only response was heavy breathing and to mew and purr like a kitten. I noticed that the purring and mewing was downtime, cause when she was revving up she started with the moaning and the cursing and the calling out Jesus’s name. I let her cum a second time before pulling out.
“On your knees and clean my cock,” I said, “I’m not going to go and pop off in your belly and wind up having a bastard running around.”
She did just that, getting on her knees and sucking my cock in her mouth. I had to question if Hannah actually knew the skills that Jenny possessed, unless she was just really sex starved. He’d have to ask Hannah more about that later. She gave excellent suction and took me down into her throat, making purposeful gagging noises as if to prove a point that she could deep throat. When she pulled back, I took my cock and smacked it against her face, before I grabbed Jenny’s hair and pushed her head down on my cock again, letting out a low groan as I felt her swallow around the head of it. She took my hips and pushed her head away from my cock.
“I’m not going to let you go off and cum down my throat.”
“Oh really, would you rather me cum on your face,” I said grabbing my cock and jacking it at her, “so anyone can see what a dirty slut you are.”
“No, the plan is to see if you can actually aim that thing at my mouth, so I can taste it, cum on my face would just be a bonus.”
That triggered me, and I don’t know if she got her eye closed in time. I was able to re-aim and land some in her mouth, and then purposely missed to hit up her upper lip and chin, and she laughed through the whole thing. She pooled up cum on her face and put it into her mouth, and made a show of swallowing everything she put into her mouth. “Yum, cum on my tongue” she said with a grin on her face, “I honestly could suck cock for hours, the fucking you gave me was a bonus. Any chance you want to take me up on that cock sucking knowledge?”
I looked down at her, stockings a bit torn from being on the concrete, dress all a mess around her waist and hips. Her makeup smudged due to sweat and cum. I really did. I wanted to hail a cab, have my way with her in the cab, take her to my place, have my way with her again, possibly breaking a good chunk of my furniture, and let her just have at my cock. What did I do instead? I pulled up my pants and rebuckled the belt, “Sorry lady, I got what I wanted.”
She just smirked, “Maybe I’ll have Sarah arrange round two.”
I gave her a quizzical look, I had a role to play, so I lied, “Who’s Sarah?”
“Ha ha, very funny,” She said.
“I don’t know what you are talking about, I don’t get the names of sluts and whores, and since I’m not paying you, that makes you a slut.” I said with a shrug. The look of horror was etched on her face and I remembered that image as I turned around and walked out of the ally.
I waited nearby out of sight. A few minutes later she came out, having mostly fixed herself up, and talking on her phone in an urgent voice. She hailed a cab and got in. It would have sucked if I left here there for some drug dealer to take advantage of, that off my mind, I hailed my own cab and left. Her and Sarah would work it out.
The End
Mr. Yummy Cums Home
Stephanie peered out her living room window one afternoon. “Yes!” she shrieked to herself. “He is home.”
The “he” she referred to was her neighbor across the street, Daniel. He would leave the country for about a month every other month, and, when he did, he left a gaping hole in the neighborhood. Daniel epitomized the expression “eye candy”. At six foot with hazel eyes, he left her breathless. Add to that the shaved head (she loved shaved heads), the trim physique, and his freaky nature and she would get lost in a world of desire. In her own mind, she coined him “Mr. Yummy” simply because he was scrumptious to look at. Always a welcoming neighbor, she rushed across the street to greet him.
“Glad to see you back, Daniel,” Stephanie greeted as she walked up the walkway to his house with him.
“Yes, it was a long trip this time,” Daniel acknowledged.
“It is good to see you home,” Stephanie said with a bit too much zest. “So what are your plans while you are home?”
“Oh, you know, the usual,” he replied. “Get caught up on bills, clean the house, do yard work, hang out with friends, do my taxes…”
“Well, if you want to have a glass, I have some fresh tea at home; you are always welcome to drop by.” Stephanie suggested as she turned to return home.
Once she got to her door, she turned to take a long, lingering look at Mr. Yummy. Daniel liked her tea, so she knew he would come over. A nticipating him coming over that night, Stephanie went inside to get ready. She soaked in a luxurious bath with lilac bath salts. She shaved her legs, her armpits and most importantly, her pussy. Stephanie stepped out of the bath and covered herself with her purple jewel-toned robe. Looking in the mirror, she took stock of what she saw – brunette hair in a sassy cut, smiling emerald green eyes, and a curvaceous figure that no one would be ashamed of, and a mouth most said was full lips worth kissing. Not bad for a thirty five year old, she decided. Daniel and she did not have “that” kind of friendship, but she could always hope.
If a person peered through her bedroom window, they would assume she dressed to meet a lover. She slid into lavender silk bikini panties with a hint of lace around the top and a white lacy bra that was guaranteed to produce cleavage. She dressed in a simple black and white checkered tank top and a pair of snug jean shorts that emphasized her waist and ass. After putting on her makeup and doing her hair, she was ready for whatever Daniel wanted to happen, if anything.
Two hours later, after seeing Daniel do work in his front yard; she heard a knock on her screen door. “Come in, come in,” Stephanie beckoned. She heard a wolf whistle coming from the foyer. “Looking good, Stephanie, looking good…” Daniel whistled again for good measure. “I have to admit, the thought of you looking so good gets me through the days on the rig.”
She blushed as she confided, “The thought of you makes the days you are gone not seem so long. When do you take off again?”
“About three weeks,” Daniel looked for a calendar to make sure.
“The only calendar is in the bedroom,” Stephanie said when she realized what he was looking for. “Here, let me go and get it for you.”
She walked into a bedroom that was very much a woman’s bedroom. Everywhere a person looked was purple. “You don’t like purple, do you?” Daniel laughed. Stephanie jumped not realizing he had followed her into the bedroom. He caught her in his arms when she lost her balance.
“Mr. Yummy,” Stephanie moaned.
“What?” Daniel asked.
“Oh nothing,” she muttered, “just my nickname for you.”
Daniel started kissing her neck. “What are you doing,” Stephanie was startled.
“I thought that would be okay considering how we have flirted in the past,” Daniel apologized.
“More than welcome,” Stephanie whispered as she turned around to kiss him for the first time. “More than welcome.” Their tongues met and she thought “yummy”.
Daniel backed her up to the bed and laid her down as he unbuttoned her jeans. Seeing her lilac panties with lace, he murmured, “Oh Stephanie.” He continued to undress her with added fervor. When Daniel stripped her of her panties, his tongue found the button her clit. He sensually tasted her pussy; he ran his tongue from the top to the bottom. He did not rush because he knew that some things could not be hurried. Daniel’s fingers joined his tongue in the torment of Stephanie.
Stephanie clawed the quilt on her bed in sweet agony. When he started to rise, she placed her hands on his bald head and guided him to her sweet spot. “Oh, my gosh,” she thought. “This man is unbelievable.”
“Yes, Daniel,” she exclaimed. “Right there…no, right there…oh yeah, right there!”
“Mmmph,” his mouth passionately continued to taste her. He broke her grip on her head and kissed upwards until he lay on top of her. He captured her mouth with his while he shed his shirt. Rather impatiently, he discarded his jeans. Meanwhile, she hurriedly discarded her black and white top.
Daniel skillfully guided his throbbing cock to her waiting pussy which eagerly accepted his cock. With precision, he moved in and out of her. Roughly, he pulled out and urged her, “On your knees.” Stephanie rolled over and got on all fours. He entered her from behind while his hand found her clit and worked his magic there.
“Faster. Harder. Deeper. More,” Stephanie commanded. “Give it to me. Give me your cock!” Daniel gave her everything she asked for and more. Minutes later, “Daniel, please, give it to me in my ass.”
Pulling his cock covered with pussy juice out, he prepared her ass to accept him. Daniel rubbed his cock up and down her ass. With a thrust, he was in. “This feels wonderful,” he told Stephanie. “You are so fucking tight. I want to lose my load right now in your ass.”
“Yummy,” was all Stephanie could say.
Daniel worked his cock in and out of her ass. Sometimes he went fast as rapid fire and other times slow and sensuously. Stephanie only needed a few strokes in her ass before she arched her back and commanded, “Fuck me harder Daniel.” She could feel her twat convulse around his stiff rod. “Oh fuck yea, like that.” Daniel didn’t let up until she could coherently speak and had opened eyes that were glazed and cross-eyed.
“I am going to cum,” he warned minutes before his cum came oozing out her ass. She disentangled herself and pulled him to the shower. While she lathered his cock, Stephanie noticed him getting hard again. After washing the soap away, she sank to her knees and took his dick in her mouth. Daniel was a man with a cock that resembled the Petronas Towers, soon she felt the head of his delicious dick massaging the back of her throat. She could touch his balls with her lips. Her lips began caressing his cock. She nipped at the head of his penis playfully. She licked. She sucked. She temped. She teased. In. Out. Shallow. Deep. He began to thrust his hips.
“Oh yes, baby,” Daniel moaned. “Faster. Slower. Take it all. Oh my God. You are so fucking good at this.” Without warning, he blasted a load in her mouth. Stephanie slurped as she swallowed his load as fast as he gave it to her. Her lips remained on his dick while her hands massaged it up and down to get every last drop of cum.
Catching her face in his hands, Daniel pulled Stephanie up to him. “That was wonderful,” Daniel told here with appreciation. “I would have come over more often if I had known you could do ’that’.” Stephanie laced her arms around his neck and kissed him. He could taste his cum, and found it erotic. Unabashedly, they walked into the living room where they could have a cigarette. While he held the ashtray for her, she told him that many times she had imagined him doing the things he did to her while using her vibrator.
“I have to admit that the vibrator is nothing compared to you,” Stephanie laughed. She laughed the laugh of a seductress. “Do you want some tea? That is why you came over here, isn’t it?”
Daniel laughed and accepted the offer. “You make the best damn tea, but it is not as good as your delicious pussy.” Finished with their cigarettes, he put his arm around her as they sat on the couch drinking tea. “If you make another pitcher of tea, I will be happy to mow your lawn tomorrow.” Daniel winked as he stood to leave.
Stephanie walked him to the door. “Mr. Yummy, you can have my tea anytime you want,” she said suggestively.
He kissed her as he walked out the door. “Tomorrow is a date then.”
The End
Early Arrival
I knocked several times. No answer. Susie had said she might still be at the store if I arrived early, but I knew where the key was hidden. “Go on ahead and let yourself in,” she had said. “There’s a couple of beers in the fridge. I’ll be picking up more at the store, so help yourself if I’m not back yet.” The key was right where it was supposed to be, taped to the bottom of one of the decorative rocks in the planter beside the door. I unlocked the door, then replaced the key and returned the rock to where I’d found it.
The TV was playing loudly in the bedroom even though she wasn’t there, but that wasn’t unusual. Susie always left it on when she went out for short periods of time. “Burglars are less likely to try to get in if they think someone’s here,” she had told me one time when I asked her about it. Actually, it makes sense, but I’m not one of those people who can leave the house with the TV on and nobody to watch it. Just one of my many eccentricities, I guess.
I got a beer and wandered into the front room. The beer tasted great after the ride over with the top down on the Boxster. The sun and wind had left me feeling really thirsty. The noise from the TV started to get to me as I stood staring out at the manicured golf course fairway beyond the sliding doors leading to the little patio. “Cripes that’s annoying,” I thought. “Now that I’m here, there’s no reason to have to put up with that racket.” I set the beer on the table and walked down the short hallway to the bedroom.
As I reached to push back the partially open door, I saw movement on the bed. I froze with my hand hovering over the door handle. Susie’s pale right leg, bent at the knee, was moving slightly in rhythm with the music coming from the TV. I leaned to my left to see if I could catch a glimpse of whatever it was she was watching. On the TV on the dresser opposite the door, a man built like a Greek god was pumping his cock into his matching Greek goddess in time to the slow beat of a very erotically sensual song. My entire body flushed with heat. I knew that my ears – indeed, my entire head – had to be beet red as I realized Susie must be masturbating while she watched a porno video.
Susie and I had been friends for years, but we’d never been intimate. We’d never even thought of each other in that way. Finding her masturbating made me want to turn and sneak quietly back out of her apartment to spare both of us the agonizing embarrassment if she found out I’d watched her pleasuring herself.
But my curiosity, as well as my rapidly swelling cock, stopped me. With my heart thundering in my ears, I very slowly pushed the door the tiniest bit farther open until I could see that her face was turned away from me towards the TV, her entire attention on the video. She was panting, obviously working towards an orgasm as her fingers massaged her clit and stroked the sensitive areas in and around her pussy.
Like a yawn in a crowd of tired people, I was swept into the emotion of the moment and had my already throbbing cock out of my pants in a matter of moments. I watched her hands as they worked at her pussy, strayed from time to time to her breasts and nipples, then back to attack her clit aggressively. She was whimpering now with her need to come. My hand pumped more and more strongly as I raced her to a climax.
Her breath caught and she groaned as her hips twitched at the moment of orgasm. My own orgasm came as she exhaled, her hips dropping back to the bed while her fingers still moved slowly inside her. I caught the come in my free hand, then backed as quietly as I could away from the bedroom door. I washed my come down the kitchen sink and dried both my hand and my cock with a couple of paper towels.
“Now what?” I wondered. I had no choice. I had to pretend I’d just arrived. I crept over to the front door and made a great show of opening it as if from the outside, then closed it noisily and called out, “Hey, Susie. You home?”
The TV clicked off and there was a rustling of bedclothes as she jumped off the bed. “I’ll be out in a minute,” she called. “You’re here even earlier than you thought you’d be.”
“Yeah,” I called back. “Traffic was really light. Okay if I have a beer?”
“Whatever you want,” she replied.
“Whatever I want?” I called.
She didn’t answer. After a minute or two she emerged from the hallway dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt. Her pale skin was beet red from top to toe. I looked her up and down. “You sunburned?” I asked.
She couldn’t look me in the eye. “No. I just woke up from a nap.”
I smiled. “You must have been tired, huh? Feeling better now?”
She blushed even more deeply, but managed to look me in the eye. “Much better.” There was the hint of embarrassed naughtiness in the look.
“Nothing gets rid of tension like a good, ah, nap,” I declared.
I watched her eyes while I set my beer bottle down as if carelessly onto the crotch of my Levis and let my hand slide deliberately down from the neck to the base of the bottle. Her eyes flicked briefly to where it ended up, then back to my eyes. At that moment, she knew that I knew what she had been doing, but neither of us would ever admit it to the other.
The sexual tension for the rest of the visit was so thick you would have needed a chain saw to cut it, but neither of us acted on it, then or later, though God knows I would have jumped at the chance.
When I got home that night, I oiled up my cock and settled down to masturbate slowly and luxuriously as my mind ran over and into all the secret places on and in Susie’s body. In my memory, Susie once again touched and pleasured her secret places as I watched and, once again, I came just after she did, only this time I let my come spurt up and over my stomach and chest, then continued to rub the now supersensitive head until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
She’d probably be mortified to know I actually watched her masturbating that day, but maybe – just maybe – it’d turn her on to know the number of times I’ve jacked-off to the memory of that erotic interlude. Even now I can clearly see her fingers in my mind as they disappeared into the soft folds of her crotch, and my cock still responds almost as strongly as it did when it happened.
I keep thinking that one day I’ll write it all down and send it to her, but that’d be awkward because we’re still great friends and I wouldn’t want to do anything to threaten that friendship.
Still, I can’t help wondering if her body would be as much fun for me as it was for her.
The End
Fitting
It had begun as a simple ride to the mall - both had had some errands to run, and he’d offered to drive when she’d mentioned it. He was more eager to spend the time with her than he was to go shopping, but was willing to make the trip. For her part, she could have postponed the shopping, but had an idea that she’d been wanting to try on for a while.
They bantered and laughed on the drive over, both finding it less awkward than they’d guessed. He managed to drive and talk despite the distraction of her scent, and she kept twisting in her seat to face her body more fully toward him. She watched his face as he watched the road, noting each small smile and deep breath as they spoke. Adding detail to her plan, working up the nerve.
They agreed, walking in, to meet in front of a particular store in a half hour after they’d each checked off their lists. Surprisingly, they both were on time, him smiling and holding up the CD she’d been recommending on the drive over. How sweet - he’d really been listening. She tried to radiate innocence as she asked if he could help her make some choices.
He followed her in, past tables and racks of clothing, nodding to the lady on duty as she worked to straighten the stock. His friend explained that she couldn’t decide about some outfits as she led him toward the fitting rooms. He winced internally - they’d not even really dated, it was a little early for the “does this make my butt look big?” conversations - but what the hell, he liked her, and he might as well pick up some nice-guy points.
She was biting her lower lip slightly as they rounded the corner and arrived at the “waiting area” - one chair at the end of the short corridor, which fronted the fitting rooms themselves. She felt his eyes behind her as they walked, and couldn’t wait to try her plan. She left him sitting there, and promised to be quick.
He sighed quietly to himself as he waited, resigned to the too-small chair. Remembering the way their eyes had met when she’d seen the CD, he started glancing around for clocks - the mall was about to close, and he wanted to get her out of there. On to better things, right?
When she popped back into view, he started and sat up straight - she’d caught him thinking of her body, and he wasn’t quite prepared to be polite. His gaze lingered on the curves of her, and almost too late he managed to meet her eyes. She seemed to be unconcerned and smiling, though, as she asked whether he thought it would work for her at some dreary function she needed to attend the next week. He took the question as permission to look again…
He smiled into her eyes when he was finished, and pointed out the ways the outfit suited her. Her lips parted involuntarily at the flattery - she didn’t expect him to notice why it was working - and she turned it into a grin, thanking him for his obviously tasteful opinion. She pouted just a bit as she asked if he’d look at another outfit for her, and genuinely smiled as he agreed.
Hastily she returned to the fitting room and shimmied into the next outfit, wondering why she’d said “don’t go away,” when it was perfectly clear that he wouldn’t. Her thoughts raced as she primped as quickly as she could - the next outfit had better have its full effect, or she was going to have to just jump on him anyway. She hoped her excitement was as obvious as it felt, because she didn’t want him to miss his big chance.
She tried to catch him staring again, but he was determined to look her straight in the eyes on her next trip halfway out, standing where she was visible only to the corner with his chair. The pout came back for just a moment - look at the rest of me, dammit! - but she carried on with her explanation, that she was looking for a fun outfit to drive men crazy in the clubs, and asked with her best mock innocence if he liked it on her.
It was time for his mouth to drop open - he almost said “yes” before even looking. But he caught himself in time, and played along hard, telling her he’d try to give her a full opinion. He was quite frank in staring at her, and she tried to control her breathing as he made her wait just a little too long before he spoke again.
Her grin was quick to answer him when he did - he’d asked if she could turn around so he could see the rest, in the tone of a little boy who suspected he was going to get a present. She wore the grin through the slow turn, enjoying how his low and quiet voice praised her and the outfit as she did. Her plan was doing just fine by her, and she was ready to move on to the wildest part.
She finished her turn with a giggle, and caught his eye once more, looking up from his tiny seat. She told him she wanted to try one more, the outfit she didn’t know earlier if she’d dare, but one she was sure he’d enjoy. Her gaze trailed off to his lap, and her smile was wicked as she again disappeared.
He sat there somewhat over-trumped - there’d been no way to hide his growing erection, given the way he was sitting, the way she was standing. The way she was smiling, though, told him he was in for a treat, and he licked his lips as he glanced around instinctively. He found the store still empty - why he checked he wasn’t sure, just preparing for whatever. In doing that, however, he missed her grand re-entrance, so much quicker than either time before.
When his eyes returned to the fitting rooms, she was standing there - feet somewhat wider apart than hips, arms behind her back, jacket fallen open. Denim, faded in but brand new. Its collar framed her throat, accentuating the lines of the muscles there, the ones designed to guide one’s lips. By itself, the jacket was an excellent accessory.
Her smile, and his, and the light their eyes shared, sprang from the fact that the jacket was… well, by itself. The only stitch she had on, in fact, as she stood two steps away from the full view of the mall.
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He stood immediately, in every sense. Eyes traversing her crinkled nipples, taking in curves; lingering between her legs in delight and disbelief. Nostrils flaring to catch the scent of whatever was beginning to glisten on her inner thigh. She let him stare until his eyes returned to hers… then her left index finger went to her lips to shush him, and her right hand waved urgently to beckon him to her.
Four quick steps and he was to her spot, but she had retreated into one of the rooms themselves. Two more steps and he was standing very close to her… and abruptly he sat on the low bench provided. Knees far apart, slacks under serious stress. It was his turn to beckon to her.
She stepped to him, legs coming to rest against his. Hands stretched up, breasts swaying beneath the jacket. Palms pressing against the wall above his head as she bent forward, lips locking on his upturned face. Her pulse pounded - she’d done it all perfectly, she was right where she wanted to be, and eager for whatever came next.
Tongues meeting, light growling from someone. His hands sliding under the jacket to her spine, then around to her front. His lips tracing that path down her neck as his fingertips found and sampled her nipples. Only moments spent before she leaned into him, physically insisting that his tongue keep traveling.
He went quietly berserk exploring her body. (What was she going to do, scream?) Lips tugging her breast into his mouth, head tented in the brand-new jacket. One hand going to the small of her back, sliding down, squeezing her ass. Other hand insistently sliding up her inner thigh, finding room, cupping her soaking mound.
He had to push the pace, had to judge how ready for him she was, because he was going to shoot gallons of sperm any second, and wanted it to go wherever she liked. His hand slid to place strong fingers over her labia, and insistently he spread them. One finger slipped into her, rubbing, probing, slipping toward a spot that should let him know what her body wanted.
Suddenly her face was buried in his neck as her body shuddered, and his hand was being soaked in the juice he’d scented earlier. He gently supported her while she panted and muttered about how good it all felt. One of her hands left the wall as soon as it could, to grab at his lap and paw at his belt. His free hand helped, then four hands were fumbling, then his bare ass landed back on the too-cold, too-low bench and she was swarming onto his lap.
Grasping, stroking, positioning. He felt a hint of warmth and wetness surround the head of his cock, and then she sat down all at once.
Their eyes went wide, and met, and each knew how badly the other wanted to scream.
He bucked to move her, and her elbows levered against his chest as she pulled herself up to slam down onto him again. They negotiated quickly and silently a rhythm, that mostly left his legs to support them, and her squirming body to do the rest.
She watched his eyes intently for the moment, and collapsed against him as it came. The brass buttons of the jacket bit into their chests unheeded as she felt him swell and burst in her cunt, as she ground herself against him to get all of the moment she could. She tingled from every nerve, thrilling at how every muscle of him strained to merge them together. Exactly as planned - except better.
She realized the escape was up to her, as he had used it all up for the moment, and reluctantly she pulled away. Whispering urgently about how they needed to go somewhere else, she slipped her panties back on (as best she could, with the mess), and watched him stir reluctantly to re-clothe himself. He preceded her out after one quick, thorough kiss, concealing his damp hand in his pocket as he stood by the chair. He was the picture of someone who wanted to be a picture of innocence, and she grinned ear-to-ear to see it as she rejoined him.
He grabbed the re-hung jacket from her with his dry hand, and strode toward the register. No reason they couldn’t both pull surprises. He thumbed the right denominations out of his wallet before arriving, so he could keep his happy hand somewhere subtle, but he wanted them both to have the souvenir. He sensed her following slowly behind him to the counter, wondered whether she’d rather just run, and decided this was no time to turn back.
The saleslady was back behind the counter, intent on some paperwork, and distractedly rang up the gift. Finished signing something as he tucked his change away, paying no apparent attention to them as he was joined at the counter. He leaned slightly back against the woman he’d just fucked, who was standing mostly behind him. She was desperate for him to be cool, because she was far too flushed and sticky to seem an angel just then, and she didn’t want any long discussions slowing down the way to his car.
Suddenly, though, the saleslady was speaking to him, handing him a piece of paper that he glanced at curiously. Her gaze searched around him to his new angel’s eyes.
“That’s a layaway check - I’ll put those other outfits aside for you, no charge. I work this shift again next week - you can come in then and have another look at them, because I really appreciate your business.”
Puzzled, he glanced past the saleslady, and looked at the ceiling and grinned as he noticed the discarded outfits. They were laying where they’d knocked them to the floor, clearly pictured on the security monitor underneath the shop’s counter.
The intensity of the look the two women shared let him know that his friend was figuring it out too, and was not yet quite able to speak.
He turned to look expectantly at her, as she blushed for many reasons while returning the stare. He held out the piece of paper in his hand for her to take, his cock twitching slightly in the hopes that she would.
The End
Revelations
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”
Katy’s hand froze over the platter of sausage rolls as Mark’s voice cut through her like a knife. Immediately there was a sudden noticeable lull in nearby conversation and several people turned to stare in morbid fascination. Her cheeks flushed deep red and her vision blurred with angry tears.
Mark glared at her with contempt. “You don’t need to eat for two,” he hissed with a pointed look at her swollen belly.
With her eyes cast downwards, she realised to her shame that he was right of course. She looked like an elephant these days and feeling hungry was no excuse for eating like a pig. It wasn’t Mark’s fault that he didn’t find her pregnancy attractive. She could hardly blame him – her lovely slim figure had vanished months ago.
“Gotta use the bathroom,” she mumbled as people began to lose interest in their little spat and turned away again. Mark rolled his eyes and looked at her with thinly veiled disgust. She knew he found it intensely irritating that she needed to pee all the time, but she really couldn’t help it.
Katy tried not to notice the sympathetic glances thrown her way as she threaded her way through the other guests. She felt utterly humiliated and she wished fervently she hadn’t come to this horrible party. Even the family photos mocked her with their happy smiling faces as she slowly climbed the stairs towards the first floor of the vast house.
Once inside the upstairs guest bathroom, she locked the door and sat with some relief on the toilet. Christ, I can’t even see my feet anymore. Looking down, all she could see were her massive tits and a swollen belly.
Before she had fallen pregnant, she had never imagined her body could change in such a catastrophic way. She had always been slim with average sized breasts for her frame. Almost overnight her boobs had ballooned into gigantic melons and her belly had expanded at an equally alarming rate. She sometimes felt like she was carrying an alien in there and that her body belonged to some other woman.
As soon as she began to put weight on, Mark had lost all interest in her sexually. He hated her new and expanded breasts; he thought they looked grotesque. Consequently, they hadn’t had sex of any description for months now.
Katy had been forced to resort to self gratification in order to keep a lid on her libido. Since the morning sickness had worn off, she had been climbing the walls with frustration. It was just typical that Mark wasn’t interested when she was. He was too busy working all hours to feel like sex, or so he told her every time the subject arose. Katy did wonder how come he switched off his phone every time he was ‘working late’, but it didn’t pay to examine that little anomaly too much.
Katy washed her hands and stared miserably at her reflection in the mirror. As time went on, she was beginning to think that maybe she would be better off alone. It wasn’t as if Mark was all that interested in the baby. He hadn’t even bothered coming to any of her antenatal appointments.
If it weren’t for the fact they were staying with his parents tonight, she would have found her jacket and called for a taxi. Right now, all she wanted to do was go and lie down somewhere. Her feet hurt and her back ached.
With a sigh, she unlocked the bathroom door and walked slowly back down the stairs. Hopefully the party wouldn’t drag on too long; if it did, she would just curl up in a corner somewhere and fall asleep. Somehow she doubted anyone would notice.
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The house creaked with unfamiliar sounds and Katy struggled to find a comfortable spot on the fold-up bed. The thin mattress was lumpy and no matter which way she turned, she simply couldn’t settle enough to fall asleep.
From the other end of the room, Mark was snoring loudly. He had taken the single bed, insisting that since he was driving them home the following day, he needed a good nights sleep. Katy hadn’t bothered to argue the point that she was the pregnant one and really SHE should be in the proper bed; she had known it would be a waste of breath.
Katy gave up all pretence of sleep. She pushed her body into an upright position, kicked off the thin cover, and carefully stood. Despite the late hour, she decided to go downstairs and make herself a cup of tea. Maybe then she would be able to relax enough to actually get some sleep.
It was chilly in the bedroom but she was still uncomfortably warm and her thin cotton slip stuck to her body like a second skin. The fabric moulded her breasts and she could see the dark aureoles of her nipples through it. She looked down hesitantly and wondered if she should put a dressing gown on as her slip revealed more than it concealed, then she mentally shrugged and decided not to bother – it wasn’t as if anyone else was likely to be wandering around the house at 4:00 am.
Mark rolled over in his sleep as Katy gingerly opened the door of their room, but he didn’t stir. She carefully closed the door again and padded along the landing, before heading downstairs through the silent house. The family’s spaniel was asleep in his bed in the kitchen when she walked in. He opened one eye and half heartedly wagged his tail a few times, before deciding it was way too early to be up and about. Within seconds, he was soon gently snoring again.
There was enough light streaming in through the french windows for Katy to see without turning the fluorescent strip light on. Flicking the kettle on, she stood staring out into the garden as the water slowly heated up. She could make out the shape of a hedgehog snuffling around in amongst the shrubs and she was so busy watching it, she didn’t hear somebody walk into the kitchen behind her.
“Making a tea?” said a voice.
Katy jumped and spun round in shock. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she apologised as the kettle finished boiling and switched itself off.
Mark’s step brother, Jack, smiled at her in the semi darkness and she suddenly felt horribly exposed in her short and rather revealing slip.
“I couldn’t sleep either,” he said blearily rubbing his eyes as he wandered over to one of the cupboards and removed two mugs. “Mark still snores like a freight train I note.”
Katy giggled despite her embarrassment. “He always snores when he’s been drinking,” she said.
“And he’s always nasty when he’s had a drink,” Jack said with an edge to his voice as he popped a teabag in each mug.
Katy’s smile faded. He was right of course, but she couldn’t admit that. Mark was still her fiancé despite his many shortcomings. Instead she shrugged and ignored Jack’s critical comment.
“Milk and sugar?” he asked.
“Yes please,” Katie replied. She waddled across to the window seat and placed a cushion behind her back. Now that the initial shock of Jack’s appearance was wearing off, she had relaxed again.
She had known Jack for as long as she had known Mark. Mark’s mother had married Jack’s father when the boys were in their early teens. Most of the time they got along okay, but Katy knew that Jack had been the victim of Mark’s temper many times when they were younger.
Now that they were adults, Mark kept his distance. Although he had never admitted it, Katy suspected that he was afraid Jack would get the better of him if he bullied him the way he had when they were kids. Since Jack was now bigger than Mark, he was probably right.
“You shouldn’t take any notice of what Mark says,” Jack commented lightly as he sat down on the seat beside her.
“What do you mean?” Katy asked blankly.
“I mean that there’s nothing wrong with the way you look…being pregnant and all,” Jack said gently.
Katy blushed deeply. “Mark thinks I look fat and horrible,” she admitted in a tiny voice. It made her feel ashamed just to hear the words spoken out loud
“Don’t take any notice of him!” Jack said firmly. “He’s hardly Mr Fit these days.”
Katy giggled despite her misguided sense of loyalty. Jack was right. She couldn’t recall the last time Mark had gone to the gym. With all the time he spent at the office, he had piled on weight and was looking decidedly chunky.
Jack, on the other hand, was looking decidedly hot. His close proximity to Katy made her acutely aware that he was only wearing a pair of cotton shorts and his smooth chest was bare. The muscles were sharply delineated in the pale light shining in through the windows and Katy could hardly tear her eyes away.
“Mark might be my step brother, but sometimes he’s a total prick,” Jack growled as she tried to focus on something more neutral. “I’ve heard the way he talks to you – I wouldn’t talk to any woman that way, least of all the woman I was supposed to be in love with.”
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Katy thought about that as she sipped her tea. When the last time Mark had told her he loved her? She honestly couldn’t remember. Hot, unhappy tears slid down her cheeks before she could prevent them. Of course Mark never told her he loved her – why would he – she was fat and unlovable.
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed, wiping her eyes with her hand, “I’m a hormonal mess these days.”
“Hey,” Jack said gently, “I’m the one who should be apologising. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“It’s not you,” Katy sniffed, “it’s just…everything!” The barrier that was holding her emotions in check, crumbled, and she was completely unable to stop the fresh tide of tears that fell like rain into her mug.
Jack immediately put his own tea down and pulled her into his arms before she could protest. Her huge belly meant that he couldn’t get too close, but it still felt damned good to have a man holding her. Mark hadn’t touched her for so long, she was starved of affection.
Eventually the tears subsided a little and she sat back, her cheeks blotchy and her eyes red and swollen. Despite her embarrassment at falling to pieces in front of Jack, she felt calmer now. The outpouring of emotion had been cathartic in a strange way.
“Your tea will be cold now,” she commented ruefully.
Jack stroked her hair. “Doesn’t matter about my tea,” he smiled. “Are you ok?”
“I think so,” Katy said. She could still feel his arm around her waist, protective and strong. It felt good and she began to think about how little she was wearing. Her breast was pressing against his body and the close proximity of his semi naked body was sending her libido into sudden orbit. Part of her wondered how it would feel if…
Then she stopped. It was wrong to be thinking such thoughts about Jack.
“I ought to get back to bed,” she said awkwardly. “It’s late…”
Jack looked at her, his hand reaching to cup her chin. “He doesn’t deserve you, Katy,” he said.
Katy stared at him in surprise. His brown eyes were dark and implacable as his hand dropped lower until it rested lightly on her shoulder. The skin beneath his fingers prickled with heat and Katy willed her body not to react any further. But it was hopeless. She had gone for so long without sex, this unexpected physical contact was like an oasis in the desert and her parched body was gasping for more.
“I’m not special,” she said eventually, struggling to control her breathing. She knew in her heart that Jack was only being nice. Jack was family and that’s what families were supposed to do – support each other. “But thank you for making me feel a little better,” she added as she fought to clear the swirling morass of sexual anticipation from her head and made an effort to move.
“You ARE special,” Jack said firmly as he held her arm, effectively preventing her from standing. “Just because Mark is too much of a moron to see that, it doesn’t mean that I don’t.”
Katy smiled sadly. “Honestly, you don’t have to be nice to me – it’s ok, really.”
Jack swore under his breath and Katy’s eyes widened in surprise. Before she had time to fully digest what was happening, Jack kissed her firmly, his hand sliding through her hair to pull her head closer.
For a second she froze with shock. This couldn’t be real – surely she was dreaming and any moment she would wake up. But no, it was real. Jack’s lips gently explored hers and his tongue probed for access to the hidden depths of her mouth. She shivered as desire shot through her body and a helpless moan broke free when their lips parted.
Katy didn’t know what to think as they stared at each other in the pale moonlight. She could feel the heat from Jack’s body searing her skin where they touched and every fibre of her being wanted him to continue what he had started, but he seemed uncertain now that the boundaries of their relationship had been irrevocably crossed.
He pulled back and raked his hand through his dark hair. “Shit,” he said softly. “I really didn’t mean for that to happen.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Katy mumbled. “I know you’re just feeling sorry for me – I can’t imagine any man would want me looking like this.” Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes and she wished she had stayed in bed. Now even Jack despised her.
“You really don’t see it, do you?” Jack marvelled as he stared at her strangely.
“See what?” Katy was baffled. What was he getting at?
“See how bloody sexy you are right now!”
“How can I be sexy when my belly is huge and my tits look like cantaloupe melons,” she asked in astonishment. “Frankly I feel about as alluring as a brick these days. It’s hardly surprising that Mark hasn’t touched me in months.”
“Katy,” Jack said intently, “you’ve never looked as beautiful as you do now. Since you became pregnant, you’ve positively glowed.” He leaned closer and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the sincerity in his chocolate brown eyes. “I always thought you were gorgeous, but now you’re even more so. Why Mark can’t see that is completely beyond me.”
“Do you really think that?” she asked hesitantly. In all these years, she hadn’t realised that Jack had any feelings for her beyond friendship. His startling confession had her reeling with shock and…pleasure.
“Yes, I DO think that,” he said with a slow smile. “I love the way your body has changed.”
His gaze slid down to her breasts and Katy shivered.
“Are you cold?” he asked with concern.
“No…” she said shakily, and his eyes darkened as he smiled again.
“Sure?” he asked again. He was looking down at her breasts and she realised that her distended nipples were noticeably hard and pressing against the thin cotton of her slip. Immediately she blushed. The way she was reacting to Jack was shameful – he had barely touched her and she was still more aroused than she had even been in her life.
Katy tried to speak, but the words got stuck in her throat. The delicious anticipation of being touched was almost more than she could bear and all she could do was continue staring at him, breathing heavily, as the sexual tension between them grew ever stronger.
With one arm still loosely draped around her waist, Jack shifted closer again and brushed his fingertip across her lips. She thought he would kiss her for a second time, but instead his hand swept lower, stroking the delicate skin of her throat and tracing a line along the swell of her heaving breasts.
The cotton was stretched taut across her swollen tits and as his fingers crept closer to her nipples, she bit back a desperate moan of desire. Since becoming pregnant, her breasts were incredibly sensitive; even the slightest touch across her blue veined flesh sent little darts of pleasure straight to her clit. Now that she was being caressed in a sexual way, she felt copious amounts of moisture welling up inside her trembling body as she squirmed helplessly on the cushion.
“Your breasts are beautiful,” Jack told her in a reverent voice as he traced a circle around one dark nipple.
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Katy wanted him so badly now, she felt like screaming. A quick glance down told her he was as turned on as she. There was a definite bulge in the front of his shorts, but she didn’t have the confidence to actually touch him, despite the fact she ached to explore his delicious body.
The first brief touch of his fingers across her nipple made her gasp at the sensation. Her eyes fluttered closed as the pleasure almost overwhelmed her with its intensity. She felt him pinch the taut bud and roll it around between his fingers and thumb. As arousal continued to flood her body, she felt the straps of her slip being tugged down and she abruptly opened her eyes in shock.
“Jack…” she gasped, suddenly conscious that the consequences of their actions were more far reaching than mere sex.
“Shhh,” he whispered as he stroked the milky white flesh revealed to his avid gaze. “I won’t hurt you,” he promised gently.
Katy couldn’t have moved even if she had wanted to. Her body was crying out for this and despite the many reasons why she should stop Jack, she knew she didn’t really want to.
Instead she watched, mesmerised, as he slowly tugged her slip down until her aching nipples were revealed. When he dropped his head and latched his mouth on to one swollen teat, she cried out harshly and clutched his head desperately with both hands.
His lips tugged and sucked as his free hand gently squeezed her other breast. Katy was in heaven and almost on the verge of orgasm from his mouth alone. Her thighs trembled and she felt certain there had to be a huge wet patch beneath her bottom from all the juices that were seeping from her aching body.
She cried out with disappointment when he removed his lips from her breast, but her pain was instantly soothed when he transferred his attention to its twin. Her head fell back against the edge of the seat and she closed her eyes, lost in ecstasy as Jack gave her what she had been denied for too long.
As the first spasms of pleasure fluttered through her body, she marvelled that it could take so little to make her come. When she felt his teeth graze her sensitive nipple, she erupted into orgasm. Jack instantly moved to lock his mouth onto hers and smother the joyful howls of pleasure before the rest of the house heard them.
The ripples of bliss slowly subsided into tiny aftershocks. Katy opened her eyes and stared at Jack in disbelief. She couldn’t quite believe what had just happened, but he was smiling at her smugly as her brain tried to process the fact he had just given her the best orgasm of her life.
“I…I…” she muttered incoherently, but he pressed a finger to her lips and shook his head.
“Don’t think…just feel,” he said softly. “You deserve this.”
Without saying another word, he removed his arm from around her waist and dropped to a kneeling position on the floor between her legs. Katy gazed down at him as he slowly eased her legs apart before smiling up at her.
She tried not to feel embarrassed as he pushed her slip up her thighs until it bunched around her hips. Already her body was readying itself for more pleasure and she knew she had to be positively dripping by now; she could feel the moisture seeping out between her bottom cheeks.
Jack slipped a finger between the folds of her pussy and she gasped as he pushed inside her. When he added a second finger, then a third, she began to writhe around on the seat, suddenly uncaring of how she must look to him. Because of her huge belly, she couldn’t see his face, but she could certainly feel everything he was doing. God it felt good.
The first touch of his tongue on her sensitive flesh made her jump. He began to lap at her pussy – deliberately avoiding the area she most wanted him to touch and teasing her mercilessly. It was an excruciating torment as he drove her towards another orgasm with skill and patience. As she hovered on the edge once again, she reached down and squeezed her own nipples, hard. That, combined with the gentle sucking of her clit, was enough to topple her over into oblivion for the second time.
She cried out helplessly, too lost in the moment to care whether anyone heard. As her climax washed over her, she floated serenely on a tremendous high, barely noticing when Jack moved to sit beside her until he slipped his arm around her trembling body.
He kissed her tenderly, threading his hands through her long, tousled hair as his tongue explored her mouth. She tasted her own juices on his lips and it made her think about how infrequently Mark had done that for her. She could probably count the number of times on the fingers of one hand.
The feel of Jack’s erection throbbing hotly against her thigh was a sharp reminder that he hadn’t asked for anything in return so far. Hesitantly she reached out and touched the hot bulge of his cock. A large wet circle on his shorts was evidence of how aroused he was and she smiled shyly when they broke their kiss.
“Do you want me to…?” she asked, uncertain of what exactly he was expecting from her.
“This isn’t about me,” he reminded her as he grasped her hand with his own, effectively preventing her from doing any more.
“But I want to,” she insisted. Despite the languorous pleasure that still consumed her, desire hadn’t been entirely vanquished and she wanted to please him. It seemed the least she could do in return for what he had done for her.
Reluctantly Jack released her hand and she carefully slid her fingers inside his shorts, encountering the throbbing length of him for the first time. She sucked in a sharp breath when she felt how hard and thick he was. Sticky fluid coated her fingers in moisture as she slowly moved her small hand up and down his shaft and he gasped with pleasure.
“Oh fuck, I’m not going to last long,” he hissed and he reached out to squeeze her naked breast while she touched him. Subconsciously, he began to pump his hips towards her as she increased the rhythm of her caress and she watched, mesmerised, as his cock grew harder with every second that passed. The veins stood out in thick ridges on the swollen shaft and drops of pre-cum oozed out from the tip.
When Katy finally released him, Jack groaned with disappointment, but she smiled and carefully shifted her bulky body until she was kneeling between his muscular thighs as he had done with her.
Pulling his shorts down further, she grasped his cock firmly and leaned forward so that her lips grazed the head. With a teasing flick of her tongue, she scooped up some of the pearly fluid while he watched with a taut expression. Then she opened her mouth and slid her lips down as far as she could. He tasted wonderful and it sent a fresh burst of moisture to her still throbbing pussy.
As she sucked him gently, Katy slid a hand between her thighs and began to touch herself. She was enjoying the way Jack’s cock filled her mouth and she began to imagine how it would feel if he was inside her body. His breathing quickened as her fingers flashed across her sensitised flesh and she knew that he was close.
“I’m gonna cum,” he confirmed with a tortured gasp and she felt the first ripples of his orgasm as she pulled away and held him tightly in her fist.
The initial spurt of fluid fired high in the air and landed across her upper chest and chin. The second landed across her breasts and the rest spurted over them both. Jack recovered enough to look down at her cum spattered tits and he smiled with enormous satisfaction.
“Come here,” he growled.
Katy slid up and hoisted her body on to the seat beside him. He held her tightly as his cum began to cool on her skin. She knew she ought to clean herself up, but it seemed unimportant as Jack nuzzled her neck affectionately. With a relaxed sigh, her eyes began to close sleepily as the first streaks of dawn tinted the sky with pale pink. Suddenly the future didn’t seem quite as bleak as it had a few hours ago.
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Mark blearily opened his eyes and tried to focus through the hangover that pounded inside his brain. Gradually the blue print wallpaper of his room swam into view as he stared with grim determination at the wall opposite his bed.
From somewhere outside, the sound of a lawnmower rumbled and he wondered if it was his step father, George, cutting the lawn. If this was the case, it meant that the hour was far later than he had intended to sleep. Shit. He had wanted to be home for midday so he could disappear down the pub for a few pints with the lads while Katy cooked his dinner.
No chance of that now. Still, if he played his cards right, he could probably stay for roast dinner here. His Mum usually cooked enough to feed a small army. It would mean having to be polite to Jack for a while longer, but Mark supposed he could manage that.
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He wasn’t sure why Jack annoyed him exactly –he just knew that he did. It probably had something to do with the fact that Jack was always mooning over Katy every time he thought Mark wasn’t looking. Not that he stood a chance with her.
Katy knew which side her bread was buttered on. Now that she was pregnant with his kid, there was even less chance of her fucking off. Silly bitch. He just hoped that she slimmed down after the kid was born. Frankly she looked a state at the moment and if it wasn’t for Lucinda, he’d be climbing the walls with frustration.
His cock hardened instantly at the thought of Lucinda. The memory of the last time they’d fucked was permanently seared into his brain, and the film footage he had recorded of their tryst was still sitting on his computer hard drive at home, ready for him to watch later on this evening when Katy had gone to bed. It would keep him going until he saw his lover again on Wednesday.
He had already told Katy he was away that night – on a Senior Managers Meeting in Brighton. Silly cow had no idea that every time he ‘worked late’ or was away on a ‘course’, he was in fact fucking Lucinda’s brains out in every position imaginable.
Reluctantly Mark glanced at his Rolex and realised he had better haul himself out of bed. Katy must have been up for a while since he couldn’t recall hearing her leave the room. As he clambered out of bed, yawning, he noticed that her overnight bag was gone and he guessed she must be downstairs waiting for him to surface.
No doubt she would be sitting in the living room with a reproachful expression on her fat face. God she annoyed the crap out of him at the moment. Mark pulled on his jeans and tried to remember what it was that he had seen in her once upon a time.
Then he remembered with a dry smile. Oh yes. The only reason he had asked her out was because he had found out Jack fancied her rotten. It always made his day to get one over on his younger brother. Or step brother, he quickly reminded himself.
He had only intended to fuck her for a few weeks, but the fact that Jack was insanely jealous of Mark’s relationship with Katy meant that he gained too much satisfaction to end it. Naturally Katy had fallen head over heels in love with him – understandably of course.
When she had told him she was pregnant, he had almost died. Having a kid was not high on his list of things to do, but at least it pissed Jack off, so he went the whole hog and asked her to marry him. It had been rather sickening the way she cried with joy. Still, a few silly vows weren’t going to stop him seeing Lucinda. Oh no. Beside, Katy would be far too busy with the kid to be concerned with what he was up to.
Mark pulled a brush through his hair and briefly examined his reflection in the small mirror. Despite the amount of alcohol he had consumed last night, he didn’t look too bad. His old bed was still pretty comfortable which had helped. A bloody lot more comfortable than the hideous camp bed Mum had insisted he should sleep in.
“Katy can have the bed,” she had suggested yesterday when they arrived.
No fucking chance, he had thought at the time. He wasn’t fucking stupid.
Ignoring the messy pile of clothes he had abandoned on the floor (Katy would pick them up when she packed his bag), Mark headed downstairs in search of something to eat. Much to his surprise the kitchen was empty and there didn’t appear to be anyone around at all.
“Mum?” he yelled loudly, but all he got back in response was continuing silence. Mark idly wandered through to the living room, but there was no sign of Katy either.
Even the dog was AWOL, which meant it was probably enjoying a long walk in the park with Mum and George. Oh well, maybe Katy had gone with them. She had probably gotten bored waiting for him to surface. Grumbling at the thought of having to wait for ages for them all to return, he walked across to where the kettle lived, intending to make a cup of coffee before he made a decision on what to have for breakfast.
There was an envelope propped up beside the kettle with his name scrawled on the cover. Curiously he opened it and pulled out the sheet of paper contained within. His face turned ashen as read the note with a sense of stunned disbelief.
Dear Mark,
By the time you read this, I will be long gone. It’s taken me a while to realise it, but you’re not the man I want to spend my life with.
I’m with Jack now.
Katy
Ps. Lucinda rang your mobile while you were asleep – she says you can go fuck yourself in future
Mark tipped the envelope up and a small ring fell out. It was Katy’s engagement ring.
The End